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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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what he lost | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.4K

⇝ rating: for everyone.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, exes!au, angst.

⇝ summary: back then; he was young, dumb and a little too prideful, taking your love for granted. now, years down the line he wonders if he’ll ever stand a chance in getting you back or the one in which katsuki bakugou grew up a little too late.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy angst, no happy ending, mentions of toxic relationships, emotional distress, mentions of violence ( explosions, fight scenes, knives, blood ) and cursing all around.

⇝ author’s note(s): greetings everyone!! i hope you’re all doing well, today’s one-shot is a request from @killakatsuki, i know you wanted a happy ending but i got a little ahead of myself eee !! anyways thank you all for 400+ followers, i love you all :(

⇝ masterlist | requests

“katsuki bakugou if you leave me right now, please... please don’t come back.”

bakugou had always hated that, he thought, casting his gaze elsewhere in the room. he always hated how you cried when you were angry, red hot tears stinging a pathway down the apples of your usually glowing cheeks.

he couldn’t quite place the reasoning as to why. maybe it was because you rarely ever found yourself angry or perhaps it was how pathetic you looked when your bottom lip wobbled and your harsh words were laced with watery sobs.

or maybe it was because he didn’t want to feel sorry for you, didn’t want to comfort you when he was too prideful to admit that you were right. “whatever, don’t tell me what the fuck to do.” he spits, eyes and voice full of a venom he barely ever uses against you. he watches with a scarlet gaze as you falter, as if a knife has dug deep into your heart and cut you all up but bakugou only scoffs and continues to pack his side kick costume into the duffle bag he’s got on your shared bed.

every fibre of his being is tell him to reach out for you and apologise, he knows that he’s wrong. keeping his late night shifts from you, working extra hours— of course you were going to worry but he needed you to understand that being a hero was his dream above all else. the last thing he needed was a distraction like you.

something in you changed that night, both of you. as the rain hit hard on the roof of your shared apartment, even as you took his things and threw them out into the hall and even as you gave him one last chance on the doorstep. “you can leave now and not comeback or you can stay and we’ll talk this through—“ your eyes spoke to him in a silent plead, asking him if he would really give up the life that you’d built for lies and a better job?

but you knew the answer already.

“like i said,” katsuki rolled his eyes as knowing sobs wracked your body. “i never needed you anyways.”

you slammed the door before he could walk away and forget the tears in your eyes.

six years later and katsuki is pissed.

he’d been irritable since this morning when his interns fucked up the paperwork at his agency— leaving him to clean it up and then when his assistant brought him the wrong coffee and forgot to notify him of the pro hero meeting he was currently attending right at this very minute.

of course heroes of all different calibers were present; including none other than the number two, shoto todoroki, who was in charge of directing this week’s patrol missions but something about that only grinds the explosive pro’s gears even more. although, he could see himself being even more pissed if the number one; deku had shown his face instead of being away on an overseas mission. the schedule for this week’s patrol sits heavily in bakugou’s hand and he almost wants to burn it to pieces just at the thought of working with his future partner.

‘yn ln.’

the sight of your name printed in block capitals next to his has the ash blonde reeling, glancing up to send a blazing scowl towards shoto. he feels set up, as if the half hot, half cold bastard is dangling you right in front of him— its not like todoroki doesn’t know the history that sits between bakugou and yourself, after all, he had been the friend you’d ran off to during the fight that ended your five year relationship.

it’s like todoroki had a sixth sense because by the time he’d finish announcing the pair ups, he’d tiredly caught wind of katsuki’s heated stare. “bakugou—“

“i wanna fuckin’ switch, icyhot.”

“you can’t.”

bakugou stands from his seat next to kirishima ( who only looks apologetically at his colleagues ), annoyance rippling through his veins as he approaches the taller male. “why the fuck not?” he growls, small explosions sparking in the palms of his sweaty hands ( he was undeniably nervous because of the impending patrol ) the group of heroes simultaneously sigh— having been used to the explosive pro’s usual outbursts.

todoroki sighs, running his cooler hand over his face. “because the pairs have been matched up by quirk and strength, on top of that they were done in advance so if you really have a problem with it then i suggest you take it up with the number one—“ the dual quirked hero falls silent, a triumphant smirk appearing on his lips as red riot pulls his friend away before it’s too late.

“dude, you can’t just go blowing people up!” the red head scolds beneath bakugou’s sailor mouth, wrestling him over to the couch.

katsuki feels defeated, there’s no way to get out of this situation. he’s done his best these last few years to avoid you like the plague. it was somewhat easy, considering you were lower in the ranks compared to him, so there wasn’t much time to interact anyway. but katsuki hated the fact that he had always thought you would fall below him.

nonetheless; he took to switching event time tables around, rejecting hang outs with his old high school friends... all to avoid you, and now that he had to see you face to face, he wasn’t sure how to react. would you still hate him? how did you feel about working with him?

there’s not much time to dwell on the thought for kirishima is already patting his back and guiding him out of the meeting as it ends, the promise of drinks at an ��heroes only bar’ hanging in the air.

“you’re so handsome, ground zero ! thank you for protecting japan !”

bakugou can feel the bile rising in the back of his throat at the words from the sickly sweet fan, so he gives a nonchalant grunt in response as he finishes up his signature on her notebook before continuing his march to your hero agency. it’s been a few days since the meeting between the pro heroes and all the number three wants is to make it to your agency without being fawned over by more obsessive fans.

he gives the fan a casual wave, ignoring the look of disappointment on her face— either she was expecting his number or for him to grow bashful under her flurry of compliments but katsuki was never one for fan service.

he hated fans that expected something from him, ones who wanted more than a casual chat with their favourite pro hero but he wouldn’t let them in. they didn’t want the intimate, vulnerable sides of katsuki bakugou like you had— maybe that made the ash blonde stuck on you.

yn ln was the only girl in his life who had tried to understand the many layers of the hot headed hero, you saw past his aggressive nature and touched the deepest parts of his soul…parts that you longed to love and keep safe.

you’d loved him for who he was below the surface, not for the money and fame he had come to amass as number three in the ranks.

behind scarlet eyes are the best moments of the hero’s life, each shared with you. katsuki had took for granted the seconds you had been with him, even from the very start— he didn’t care for the way that you held him after he’d been kidnapped, clinging onto him like he’d disappear or would never return to your arms, he should have cherished the tears of worry you shed for him too but katsuki was too prideful at the time.

too full of himself even with his raging nightmares that you had managed to soothe.

you’d comforted him after he’d failed the licensing exams, promised him he’d still get to be the greatest hero of all time and still, bakugou had cared for none of this. now that he’d thought about it, he hadn’t been good to you, he didn’t know how you’d dealt with they way he undermined your quirk and doubted your ability to protect him when he should have been the one to protect you.

your love was wasted on him, and for that bakugou needed to apologise.

hands in his pockets, katsuki’s mind could have been said to be away with the fairies, haunted by the night he came home with a half hearted apology on his lips to an empty apartment and a note from you. something about staying with the icyhot bastard and not to contact you.

that is until he collided with the back of someone in the crowd. “hey!” he’s quick to growl out to the figure, a slight snarl to the words leaving his mouth. “watch where you’re going, shitty extra—“

“ah, katsuki! nice to see you haven’t changed,” your voice sends shivers down the blonde’s spine, bright red eyes focusing on you and only you. your smile is bright, dazzling under the hot japan sun and even if katsuki hadn’t changed, you certainly had— your pretty eyes he used to get lost in, he used to watch glimmer with tears now hold a different kind of light, they greyish hue that dulled you over your time with him had finally cleared.

you looked healthy, happier and bakugou realises how much your relationship must’ve wore you down.

he feels like he doesn’t deserve the grin that you give him; the one you would save just for him in the early mornings you’d spent together back when you were dating. maybe that makes his heart jumps out of his chest.

“y-yn— “

he hadn’t prepared himself for your sweet, airy giggle that fills the space between you. “ground zero getting shy on me now? don’t tell me you forgot about our shift today, did’ya?”

“n-no, ‘course not, dumbass.” fuck, katsuki’s heart thumps against his ribcage so loud that he’s afraid you might hear it with the little distance between you. since when did you make him nervous? despite the pet name, you still give him a laugh as a flicker of fondness twinges in your bright eyes.

it’s quickly replaced when you blink it away, beckoning ground zero into your hero offices. “nice to see that sailor’s mouth hasn’t changed either ,” you mumble more so to yourself than him. bakugou walks a few paces behind you while you explain to him that you have to finish assigning your sidekicks and interns a few low level missions before you can head off for the day.

the group of young heroes are excitable, seemingly loving the opportunity to work with you— their chatter is loud but it gives katsuki time to drink you in.

crimson eyes travel over your form while you talk— your hero costume has changed a lot since your U.A and sidekick days.

you’d interned under the number two at the time, hawks, thus leading you to have become one of his most trusted sidekicks. no doubt; his skill level had not only improved your abilities, how you controlled your quirk but your costume as well.

your quirk was known as lullaby, if you could sing a tune in the right pitch to certain groups of people, it allowed you control over the abilities and to put them to sleep. this obviously however meant you were poor at short distance attacks— something bakugou always teased you for, so he was excited to see how you’d improved.

your suit had a visor that allowed you to amplify your quirk, while patterns of the night sky dressed your body— paying homage to your hero name ‘nightsky’.

katsuki felt bad to imprinting the image of your skin tight, midnight blue suit into his mind but back when he had known you like you were his, your costume hadn’t been nearly as advanced as this.

snapping fingers pull him from his thoughts before they can get too hazy.

“eyes are up here, explosion boy.”

katsuki’s gaze snaps up to meet yours, an angry red to rival his gemstone eyes spreading like wildfire across his cheeks. “i wasn’t staring.” he tries his best to defend himself, but your knowing look tells him that you’ve caught him red handed.

“of course you weren’t, sidekicks left about ten minutes ago so we can head out now—unless you want to keep glaring daggers at my boobs, katsu.” you’re teasing him, voice dripping like honey off of a spoon as you waltz back out onto the streets of japan and leave a bewildered ground zero behind you.

you’ve changed so much since your relationship ended with bakugou, you’re stronger, a vixen and more confident in yourself.

and he hates knowing that he’s the one that kept you down all this time.

patrol remains uneventful even as the afternoon goes on and the stress of japan begin to fill with citizens for the oncoming rush hour.

the lack of action has lead your conversation to die within the wind and leaves katsuki alone with his thoughts for the time being— you only really speak when you catch the blonde staring you down or when he accidentally walks into something ( highly unusual for him ) but he enjoys the seconds where your teasing voice tickles the tips of his ears and you smile so wide his own lips pull into somewhat of a grin.

bakugou doesn’t know why he’s so quiet, not when the storm in his mind brews all the words he should have said to you years ago. the apologies, the grateful thanks that you deserved; none of these could fall from his tongue.

he liked to say he never had the opportunity, which was partly true you were both up and coming herores yes, but you had damn well made sure you’d never have to encounter bakugou unless the situation required it. and it seemed, that years down the line, he was still doing the same.

the thought alone cause nerves to choke him from the inside out, building up in his throat until all he can do is grunt in frustration— kicking an empty can along the road you’re currently walking down.

“that’s unlike you,” your chuckle cuts through the thick fog of katsuki’s mind, drawing deep red eyes towards your frame. you walk in front of him now, arms folded behind your head while you step backwards— the sight almost comical to anyone passing by. bakugou must look just as shocked because some how he manages to pull the cutest snort from you, even as his face morphs into a snarl and he marches forward to fall into pace with your steps. your eyes dazzle with your next words. “the great katsuki bakugou, quiet? never thought i’d see the day.”

you’ve always been able to read him like an open book, seeing right through the front he puts on. “i haven’t changed.” he grunts through his teeth.

katsuki stops walking when you do, now standing a breaths width away from you. electricity jumps between you both, static forming in the finger tips that just barely brush against bakugou’s arm.

your eyes spell it out for him, clear as day, as you finally reach out to touch him. His own close at the brief gesture, the pain from having lost you blooming across his chest.

“you did.” you breathe out, the warmth of your soft voice making katsuki’s eyes screw shut.

he could never get a lie past you.

“we both did.”

vermillion eyes open, trying to seek you out in the light of the day as bakugou wills and prays that he can say what he needs to right now, to get you back but he doesn’t have the chance as an explosion cuts through the building on your left.

bakugou manages to wrap his arms around you, shielding you from the blast before you hit the ground. the impulse sends you both rolling down the street, small grunts escaping you until you roll to a halt and end up on top of katsuki— straddling him.

dust and debris surrounds the pair of you, creating a thick smog in the air as sirens and screams sound off in the distance. the explosive hero groans in pain— no doubt with a litter of bruises forming under his suit but he has no time to register the sting properly before he’s noticing you on top of him, smirk on your face, devilish glint to your eye.

you’ve been waiting for some action all day.

you’re gone in the blink of an eye, so you must have a plan. katsuki remembers from high school that you made up for strategy where you once lacked in strength, so it’s no surprise to him that you’re already on the move. meanwhile; you manage to slide undetected through the smoke, moving fast to take out the low level criminals.

it’s only a robbery, but the explosion could have caused more casualties than you would have liked. you trust that bakugou can take care of the civilians and bring them out of harms way as you do your best o sus out the ringleader.

the grey tinted fog that sweeps over the area allows you both to work quickly; neither of you need to say anything, for one it would give away your position and secondly— there’s an underlying trust in one another that the two of you had built up when you worked together while dating.

bakugou, through his end, tackles down the small group of criminals after clearing the area and making sure no one was hurt. emergency services had been alerted and were already on their way, all there was now, was to predict your next movements and follow your lead. he’d never liked being bossed about, but the look in your eye made him believe you knew what you were doing.

you were right, you’d both changed. you might as well have been a better hero than him.

the ash blonde follows the trail of unconscious wannabe villains to your whereabouts, he only knows that they’re unconscious because of your ability to put people to sleep with your quirk— all you had to do was get close to them, which wouldn’t have been hard as katsuki knew first hand that these guys’ quirks weren’t shit.

“it’s almost funny, how you thought you could pull a stunt like this on a day when all of japan’s biggest heroes are in one place,” bakugou’s ears pick up on you teasing the criminal leader with that smooth chocolate voice and he follows it deeper into the air that’s heavy with debris— glad you were able to find him before the smoke cleared. “even with the number one out of town, tsk, you should have known better…”

the hot headed pro spots you, holding the hooded ringleader in a choke hold with only your thighs as you sit on his shoulders— eyes wide with victory.

he recognises the dip in your voice as you adjust your tone to put the guy to sleep and call it a day. you’re powerful, a great pro and bakugou watches with awe while you get ready to take this guy down once and for all.

“so cocky, nightsky— why do you think we chose attack the street you were on?” the guy spits through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to succumb to your lullaby of a voice.

brows furrowing, you decide not to dwell on the criminal’s words before leaning down to whisper. “sleep...” but katsuki’s body comes alive with fear as the villain wannabe jams a blade into your thigh, causing your grip on him to loosen enough for him to throw you to the floor and put a boot to your throat. “oh miss nightsky, you really rely too much on your quirk and not enough on your senses. hmm, i think it’s time we say goodnight, don’t you?” the guy chuckles while you squirm under his foot— the need for air burning sharply at your lungs.

bakugou, who’s remained hidden this entire time feels himself snap— a heavy explosion loading up behind his gauntlets while he launches himself right into the scene. he won’t let you struggle for your life, not on his watch. “GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKIN’ HANDS OFF OF HER!”

he reaches the criminal just before your eyes roll back into your head, an explosive right hook colliding with their cheek and sending them flying down the street.

the ash blonde reaches down to pull you up into his chest, that very same one heaving with laboured breaths; you’re shaking but it’s nothing you can’t handle even with the red lines at your throat.

“you good?”

“better, thanks to you.”

there’s a look that you wear right now, one that katsuki recognises from years of training and running into fights with you— you want to do the move. he nods at you, vermillion eyes lighting up with a bright fire while you grip onto ground zero’s wrists.

just as the villain stands, you kick your feet off the ground and in the meantime bakugou begins to twirl you in circular motions until you’ve built up enough momentum for him to throw you towards the criminal.

you collide with his back foot first, knocking him to the ground as your eyes glow a bright white. “i said, go the fuck to sleep.”

the criminal drops to sleep and you roll to the ground after taking him out. you smile to yourself at the familiar wail of sirens in the background but don’t bother to make an effort to stand up, letting the exhaustion, pain from the wound in your thigh and bruises at your neck finally flood your body.

sitting beside you, bakugou smirks and holds a fist out to you. “still got it,” he gestures between the pair of you, the same signature move you’ve been doing since high school having worked successfully once again.

“still got it.” you look up to the now clear sky, fist bumping bakugou right back.

he’s going to do it, he thinks, he’s going to apologise.

after everything you and bakugou had been through, something in his chest was relieved to know that you didn’t hate him, something in him is lead to believe that you’re going to give him another chance.

katsuki watches you now, an attendant from the paramedics that you called working on patching up the gash in your thigh while you rub a salve into your neck.

despite the pain you must be in; you’re still glowing, still smiling even when fans ask you for autographs or tell you how brave you were during the fight. you’re so genuine, such a ray of sunshine in the world and bakugou can feel himself falling for you all over again.

“Is that all mr. ground zero, sir?” an officer asks, taking down notes for the report about the incident. the hero nods, waving the kid off after giving them all of the details from today. they thank him and he finds himself marching over to you almost immediately, now that you’re all bandaged up.

“walking already, ln? are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

you beam up at the ash blonde, hopping out of the back of the ambulance and rubbing at the tear in your hero costume where the cut is. “it’s good, stings a little but i’ve seen worse on you,” you comment to him, beginning your stride back to your agency.

“and who’s fault is that, dumbass?” a genuine laughter bubbles in bakugou’s throat, albeit raspy, its not a foreign sound to your ears and it makes you laugh along with him.

he knows you’re referencing the many times you’d kicked hiss ass when sparring from high school to your side kick days. back then you‘d have traced every scar that littered his pretty body and told him how much you loved him.

katsuki aids you while you head back to the nightsky agency, you insist that you don’t need help to walk but you’re limping and the explosive pro hero is stubborn as hell— he’s not about to let you get hurt again, even if its physically and not mentally like he had done to you before.

with the lighter mood, memories flitter between you both— you mention how katsuki used to love his food so spicy you would cry and he brings up the time you had given him and kirishima a bout of food poisoning when you’d come up with an alternative to the latter’s cooking. the stories don’t seem to end even as you lean into him more; trusting him again.

“about what i said earlier…” you begin after finally coming to a halt outside your agency building, a scarlet gaze full of fondness lands on you. you turn to face him with the softest of smiles, half chewing on your bottom lip— something he knew you did when you were nervous. “you’re different, to how…how you were back then and it’s good, katsuki you’re so good…”

there’s a breath of silence, only filled by the quiet hum of city traffic where people are travelling to and from home. “i’m glad i had time to become good,” bakugou offers, forgoing the words ‘for you’ and pausing instead. “i regret who i was back then, with you… thought it made you hate me and that you wouldn’t fuckin’ work with me today.”

you shake your head, breaking contact with bakugou to paw at the stupid tears preparing to make their way down your cheeks. “i-i did hate you for a while, after everything…but we were young and dumb and—“ you freeze as the ash blonde wipes a stray tear from your cheek, you not having realised that it’d escaped. “and i’m so thankful to have met you, to have shared a love with you, you taught me so much and that i could never hate you for.”

“yn...i—“ i love you. i’m sorry. i should have loved you better. the words are there, the ones that katsuki always told himself he would say to you if he had the chance but he finds himself frozen and unable to speak. why? why now? when the perfect chance sat right in front of him, the perfect time for him to make it up to you.

to start over.

“yes, katsuki?”

to get you back.

“yn i’m sorry—“

“—guess who?”

a sing song voice full of positivity bursts through the moment while a pair of hands clasp their way over your pretty eyes and hide them away from the world.

bakugou instantly recognises the voice as belonging to none other than his childhood rival and number one pro hero, deku. he seems to have changed— grown taller, green hair shaved at the sides for an undercut.

the ash blonde isn’t very sure what else has changed, but then again they hadn’t seen much of each other as sidekicks, working under different agencies with different missions.

it was only as they started competing for the top ranks that they started to run the same circles— but bakugou had no idea how you would’ve come to know deku since the blonde hated him and you were dating each other for most of that time.

katsuki is just about to tell the green haired idiot to ‘fuck the fuck off’ for ruining his moment when you do the unexpected.

you clasp your hands over midoriya’s, cheeky smile gracing your lips as you attempt to pull them away from your face. “let me think, could it be? izuku midoriya?” relenting to your cheery voice— deku pulls away from you, hands falling to grip your waist sweetly. possesively. horror flashes behind bakugou’s raging red eyes. you turn in his rival’s strong arms, smiling so hard that it delves deep into the apples of your cheeks. “izu ! when did you get back? i thought you wouldn’t make it in time for today…”

“flew in this morning doll, i wanted to surprise you—“ the number one beams down at you and bakugou’s world crumbles when you cut him off while pressing a chaste kiss to deku’s lips right in front of his eyes.

this couldn’t be happening...since when were you and the damn nerd a thing? why didn’t he realise? why didn’t he grow up and try and get you back sooner?

he has no choice but to sit and stare, a dark cloud now sitting over his shattered heart.

all the while, you’re giggling into deku’s lips, fumbling over his hands that pinch at your sides just to get you to gasp enough for him to kiss you more. the painful ( well, only for the explosive pro ) lip lock ends when you both come up for air and your eyes land on your ex boyfriend.

“ah, katsuki ! you remember deku right? wait that’s a dumb question you were literally childhood friends—“ you start to ramble, mind getting away from you and katsuki barely registers anything that leaves your lips. his crimson eyes lock with the emerald ones that stare right back at him and hurt swells in his chest.

to deku, he must look like a kicked puppy. a weakling. a loser.

all the things he had labelled izuku midoriya when they were kids.

when bakugou tunes back into your excited rambling, his heart cracks even more in his chest. “this green giant flew all the way in from overseas to come home for wedding planning ! can you believe it?” the answer to your question is an obvious no.

he had no idea that you had been seeing the number one, let alone being engaged to him. the hot headed hero freezes in his spot when you reach down the chest of your hero costume to pull out a silver necklace.

on the end of it, an engagement ring with a tiny emerald in it’s centre.

katsuki bakugou feels sick, bile rising up in his throat. he’d really lost you. really. “...pretty thing that is, congratulations.” he mentions blankly, eyes trained on midoriya once again. you don’t notice, but deku does and bakugou hates the sympathetic, apologetic look that the fucking nerd gives him.

“mhm ! izu put it on a necklace for me because, well you know, i’m clumsy and didn’t want to lose the thing,”

you’re so clueless that it hurts, burning katsuki from the inside out. that should be him. it should be his arms around you, his lips on yours, his engagement ring on that fucking necklace. not deku’s, not anyone’s. the green headed hero beside you seems to notice the distress ebbing away at your ex and tilts your head up to look at him. “doll, why don’t you head inside and change into something more comfy real quick? we’ve got cake tasting in an hour…”

the tail end of deku’s words are drowned out by your happily animated squeal and with a quick nod you press a kiss to his freckled cheek and bounce inside— missing the way bakugou winces at your display of affection.

it’s quiet despite the bustling sounds of the city but neither if them know what to say, even as the minutes pass.

bakugou knows that you’d be better off with deku, he would treat you right and give you the love that you deserved all along. but that didn’t make it any less painful.

“kacchan, look...“ the number one says eventually, green eyes swirling with guilt. “i’m sorry—“

the blonde shakes his head, spitting his words out through gritted teeth. “don’t...just,” fuck, it hurts to breathe. “just…take care of her for me, you got that deku?”

“yeah, of course…”

the pair of childhood rivals don’t have much time to speak after that, for you’re already bounding out of your agency wearing a comfortable mint green summer dress and pair of red sneakers to rival deku’s, despite the thick bandage to your thigh.

“ready to go?” you ask your fiancé, face as warm and as bright as it had once been when you used to look at bakugou. izuku nods, delight dancing in his eyes despite the nervous chew to his bottom lip, before letting you turn to your ex lover. “great ! well, see you around kasuki, don’t be a stranger ! we’ve got to catch up again sometime, alright?”

you link arms with izuku midoriya, your fiancé, after that—walking away and leaving ground zero in the dust.

he doesn’t know how long he stands there for, heart in his hands even while he comes to the realisation that you hadn’t gone to todoroki that night when you’d left. no, you’d only told him that so it hurt a little less when he found out midoriya had been the one to look after you. you’d lied because you’d loved him.

you lie because you love him.

and it was only now that katsuki bakugou had realised what he’d lost.

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hoodiewithhorns · 4 years ago

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Hmmm how about and argument scenario with Atsumu or Suna...or both 🥺

━ argument scenario with Atsumu and Suna ✧

ofc aw, also sorry if this is bad and out of character I still don't know much about these two (I'm wrapping up season 2) but I’ll do my best <3.

▲ cw : not proofread, established relationship, fem reader, crying , hurt + comfort, insecurities of abandonment , neglect, angst, slight jealousy, hint of smut at the end(for atsumu), all characters are 18+, MDNI. ▼

Atsumu

- he had been in a bad mood from the start

- he told you ahead of time he wasn’t feeling good so to surprise him, you went to go see him at one of his practices

- you brought him some fatty tuna and a few sports drinks to cheer up your lovely boyfriend

- arriving safe and sound with a bright smile eager to see your boyfriend

- only to find him talking to one of his fangirls, not one but 3 of them. laughing and smiling as they showered him in compliments and praise him for his athletic abilities he even let the girls touch him up for just a bit too long for your liking.

〜 ☆

- you paused only to stare at the scene in front of you

- his brother disappointed in him, making signs that you were here waiting for him.

- he turned around to see you standing at the door frame of the gym a frozen expression plastered onto you as if you have just seen a ghost.

- those girls were pretty. prettier than you and the fact he let them touch up on him made your chest tighten. the gym was silent with only the sounds of volleyballs being thrown left and right.

- you didn't say anything you just walked outside and waited for him to be done.

- he walked outside and drove you back home not even saying a single word.

he opened the door for you locking it once he entered as well. you still felt uneasy wanting an explanation as to why he would let those girls touch up on him like that. the way they touched his built physique left you a little hurt. you were sure if you brought it up to him it wouldn't be a problem right? just talk about it like a normal healthy couple does! right? of course!! you thought letting a few of the negative thoughts vanish from your mind.

you took a deep breath before you walked into the bedroom. Atsumu was sitting on your shared bed with his head against the headboard, scrolling through his phone watching videos to improve his spiking abilities. he seemed to be in a relaxed state, but he didn't spare a glance when you walked in. maybe he didn't hear you? you thought to yourself. the uneasy feeling overwhelming you feeling you'd breakdown at any second.

“hey atsu.” you spoke lightly to him easing your way up to the bed.

“what.” his tone clearly annoyed by you. you took a step back surprised by his tone and how he responded to you. he never replied with “what” it was always “yes?” or “yes my love?” taking another deep breath looking up to try and fight back your tears that were ready to stain your face at any minute now, “y-you okay baby?” you thought it’d be smarter to ask if he was still feeling okay and not bring up the fangirls..but you were dead wrong since it only set him off even more.

“I'm fine.” he grunted back at you still not looking up at you. he tightened the grip on his phone scrolling and staring at the videos more intensely now. “o-okay baby..um..” it wasn’t a good time to bring it up you already knew he was pissed off but you just wanted to get to the bottom of it immediately. if he was In a bad mood why would he talk to those girls all happy and giggly but with you a salty attitude? it didn't make sense you needed to know. “ why were those girls touching you like that.. were they your friends..?” that was the last straw for him he placed his phone down getting up to face you as you took a few steps back.

he was now hovering over you looking down at you full of anger, shivering at his mean gaze. “what's the issue? it’s just some fangirls who saw I was in a bad mood and wanted to cheer me up not like you who just walked away.” your hands were shaking at this point you felt sick to your stomach at how cruel he talked to you. how could you just stand there while girls were touching him and laughing clearly not caring he has a girlfriend?? what were you supposed to do walk towards him as if they weren’t there?

“but a-atsu I wanted to come cheer you up I made you some of your favorites-”

“why do you care so much about some silly fangirls huh? don't we live together?? isn't that enough for you? but nooo you always have to think about yourself don't you?” he was being unreasonable at this point he knows how you get when fangirls are all over him. it was one of your insecurities that he’d reassure you didn't have to worry about since he’d never leave you, but here he was calling you selfish for caring about that.

finally, the gears in your head letting the tears promised to fall, fall down your cheeks. you sniffled rubbing your eyes as fast as you could to not let him see you but it was too late he already did. avoiding eye contact you spoke sniffling up your words.

“i just w-wanted to make you feel better why are you acting like this atsumu..”

you cried looking down as your tears hit the ground. his face switching from annoyance to concern, he messed up and he knows it. reaching out to hug you, you moved away from him and stormed out of the bedroom heading to the living room planting yourself on the couch as you hid underneath the covers to cry your little heart out. he followed you out the bedroom looking over at the meal and drinks you had planned for him. his favorite food and sports drink with a note written in your pretty handwriting he loved so much.

“I hope this makes you feel better baby! I love you so much!♡ xoxo”

- with much love y/n

feeling his heart crack realizing the number he did on you just now. you had every right to be upset he knew you seeing him around other girls would’ve set you off he just wanted to appear as charming as possible. if his fangirls knew he was in a bad mood it would’ve caused his reputation to sink to the ground. still, he knows he shouldn’t have let them touch him like that especially if he had you at home. he let out a sigh walking up to the couch sitting right next to you with his head thrown back on the couch eyes never leaving you, watching and hearing you carefully.

your sniffles did so much damage to him it already hurt him when he saw you cry, but crying because of something inconsiderate he did hurt him even more.

he pulled the covers down to reveal your redden tear-stained faced stilling sniffling but not fighting back when he pulled you into his chest. how could you fight back? you loved him you never want to consider leaving him as an option. you just wanted to fix things and so you let out a soft apology as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“no baby I'm sorry...I was being stupid and was in a bad mood but that doesn't give me the right to hurt you like this..” his voice soft yet firm making you ease up more into his chest as you sat in his lap to face him wrapping your arms around his neck.

he looked like a sad puppy he felt bad he really did which brought you to kiss him on the lips he smiled into the kiss feeling relieved. this lasted for what felt like forever. you pulled away and he rubbed the last bit of tears off your pretty eyes.

“I'm sorry baby I really am..I was like..an idiot sandwich you know?” you giggled at his joke making him smile as if he just won back his girlfriend. “it's okay atsu I love you.. please don't forget that okay?” he nodded pulling you in once more for a much more deeper and passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while his hands roamed your body. letting out a soft moan into the kiss, his hands went under your shirt as he pulled away smirking.

“why don't you let me make it up to you pretty girl let me show you that those silly fangirls don’t mean anything to me yeah?”

Suna

- he was always busy with volleyball

- which meant coming home really late.

- you supported him nonetheless adoring how talented he looked going against teams

- you just felt..empty without him

- he wasn’t just your lover but... your best friend

- you missed his touch and his presence in general

- he kept coming home late from practice each week making you miss him more and more

- some nights he wouldn't even come home and would stay at a teammate's apartment at the very last minute instead of coming home to cuddle you like how he always did.

- this made your head spiral wondering if he even acknowledges how much you miss him.

- you understand his practice and games end really late but still, you were his girlfriend a little reassurance through a phone call or a facetime would be enough for you to sleep alright for a night.

- his texts also caused you to feel more alone back then he would spam you with stupid stuff the twins were doing back in high school and even a little bit now with stuff his teammates were doing with the occasional “i love yous” and the simple but sweet heart emojis he’d send. now it wasn't even like that.

you glanced at your phone and it was 11:34 PM and still no text from him or sign of his arrival. did he even care at this point? you wondered tossing and turning in your shared bed scrolling through Instagram. your eyes lit up when he messaged you. hoping maybe it would be an i love you or an apology for being so neglectful towards you.

“hey. i’ll be coming home at 12.”

“okay tarō be safe. I love you♡”

read at 11:40 PM

you sighed feeling a little happy he at least was coming home soon. still, an I love you back would’ve been nice. you waited for him for a few more minutes trying your hardest not to fall asleep. it's been so long since you two been together or specifically seen each other. part of you was excited to see your boyfriend after weeks of not seeing him but part of you was upset. so many weeks of you being alone sleeping alone without his chest to cling on or his shoulder to lay on when you cried over your favorite shows.

you jolted up when you heard the door open finally, he was home, you happily walked to the front door. Suna took off his shoes before entering placing them at the front door. you greeted him kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you missed this..you missed him.

“hey y/n. I'm tired do you mind?”

you pulled away looking up at his dissatisfied expression. first, he calls you by your actual name and then tells you to back off after god knows how long you’ve seen him. he walked past you heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. you stood there appalled at the fact he barely acknowledged you only to tell you back off. you couldn’t believe it but you tried to shrug it off, maybe he was in a bad mood? he’ll still cuddle you to sleep so you have that to look forward too!...you hoped.

when you walked back to the bedroom he was already going underneath the covers and you followed, going under them with him, while his back was facing you. you waited a while to see if he’d ask you if you wanted to cuddle. waiting... and still not a word not even a goodnight when he finally turned the lights off.

you missed him so much all you wanted was him to acknowledge you just a little. you moved closer to his back and hugged him from behind.

“god, y/n why are you so needy all of a sudden?” rolling his eyes at you in annoyance. you moved your hands back to you sitting up to face him.

“why I’m so needy?? jeez tarō I don't know maybe I haven't seen my boyfriend in god knows how many weeks!” you snapped back at him causing him to get out of the bed.

“It was 5 weeks it wasn’t even that bad!” he yelled back at you, you felt your heart become heavy looking at his eyes that had not a trace of love in them while your very own eyes felt heavy holding back tears.

“you’ve been coming home late all the damn time suna! sometimes you don't even show up! I miss you so much sometimes I....” you froze the tears finally starting to fall. “I don't even think you love me anymore..”

he froze his eyes widening at your final words. how could he be so blind? his sweet girl had every right to be needy for him 5 weeks must've felt like an entirety to you and now that he finally gets home he's acting like an assshole to you pushing you away as if you were nothing but an obstacle. he sat back down on the bed to hug you. a genuine one full of love and regret. it was silent for a few minutes of just the two of you tight in each other's embrace.

“I’m..sorry my love...I didn't mean to yell at you like that I miss you too I just..I'm sorry” he felt bad he didn't mean to hurt you. he knows he's at fault here and all he can do is mumble apologies while he pulls you close to him as he hides his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. you hugged back of course finally having him in your arms brought you joy.

“it's okay tarō...I love you...we’ll be okay, okay?” he nodded planting soft kisses on your forehead. “I love you too baby..but let's go to bed my love it's getting late..” smiling he pulled you into his chest to cuddle you to sleep wiping the remaining tears you had still left in you. after a while you fell asleep in his chest while he watched you sleep peacefully.

“heh.. you’re such a crybaby .” he smiled pulling you in closer planting soft kisses on you trying not to wake you.

“I love you y/n I promise to make it all up to you.”

#suna rintaro fluff #suna headcanons #suna x y/n #suna rintarou #suna angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #suna rintaro angst #suna fluff #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fluff #atsumu angst #atsumu miya angst #miya atsumu #suna rinataro x reader #rinataro suna

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thran-duils · 3 years ago

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Lost In Your Current (P.1)

Title: Lost In Your Current (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark. After the snap, the team realizes that certain males were given Alpha status and certain females were assigned as Omegas, all across the galaxy, as a way to control procreation. Only Omega can give birth now. Both are marked and their DNA is tied through their marks. Tony lost Pepper and fell into depression after being rescued by Carol. Even the information that he could have happiness again could not pull him out. Until the loneliness and his new Alpha gene got to be too much. When Steve contacts him that his Omega had been found, Tony cannot resist to collect her. Words: 2,033 Warnings (for the whole fic): Dub-con, a/b/o elements, smut, forced mating

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After he had been brought back from space and found Pepper gone, Tony had been devastated. He isolated himself despite the remaining Avengers efforts. He only let them know he was alive and was reviving himself from being starved and dehydrated in space. When he had received the intel that in the snap, males were given mates, an Alpha and Omega pairing, he had rejected the idea at first, ignoring the small A that had engrained itself on the web of his hand between his forefinger and thumb. But as time waned on, he found himself empty and even admitting that to Rhodes opened up the conversation again about finding his Omega. Rhodes was convinced Tony would find healing in that connection. Thanos had done it to set couples, control procreation. No out of wedlock. There would not be another overpopulation problem. Only Omega were able to breed now. In any corner of the galaxy, it seemed.

Somehow despite his isolation, Tony had gotten word an Omega had been captured and her imprinting mark, an outline on her gland yet to be penetrated, matched his DNA. It was not a surprise to Natasha considering his incessant need for information and adept ability to hack practically any system.

Or maybe it was because Steve had told him. That’s what Tony divulged to her upon his arrival.

“I did not tell you yet for a reason,” Natasha told him.

They were standing in the observation room. Like many Omega after the snap, she had gone into hiding as soon as the information was out, and she had noticed the mark on her neck. People were not keen on being forced into submission and this situation was no different. Quickly, a drug had been developed and distributed. Still, the Omega had stayed in hiding, still fearful they could be detected despite the suppressants.

“Yeah, I’m used to you not telling people things,” Tony told her coldly. “You learned that from Fury well enough.”

Natasha swallowed his insult, knowing he was getting himself riled up just at the sight of her. She needed to be delicate about this. She had planned on telling him and inviting him to the compound but she had wanted to give Y/N time, get her as calm as possible to meet her Alpha. Steve had ruined that. So, she had to just go ahead now that Tony was here, ready to pounce. He had held off for so long, but the loneliness and loss had gotten to him. Or the drive to find himself buried in his Omega had sunk in; hormones were a bitch.

“She’s been on the suppressants. It may take a while for her to feel her heat,” Natasha told him.

“’A while’? How long has she been off them?”

“We’ve had her in here a few days. But a week at least.”

Tony growled and turned away from her. His eyes found Y/N again on the other side of the glass, watching her meander in the room serving as her cell to keep her safe. “She’s so close! A few days at best!”

Tony could already see it, smell it. It did not matter there was a wall separating, she was coming in through the circulation. And she already smelled deserving of his veneration.

Natasha inhaled sharply and took a step towards him. Firmly, she asked, “Do you need to leave, Tony?”

“No!” he spat, shooting her a threatening glare. He was just daring her to try to force him to leave.

As if he would let his prize out of his sight. He had been lost the moment he had laid eyes on her, smelled her sweet scent of sea breeze and jasmine.

Natasha would threaten him in return. She was not afraid of him, unlike most people. She was firm when she told him, “I won’t allow you to mate an Omega without their consent. She won’t realize she’s in heat yet. You need to wait until next cycle. Even if it is your soulmate and you think it’s for the best. And by think, I use it lightly cause I can see your fingers are white with how hard you are trying to hold onto that ledge to keep a grip on control.”

Tony snorted impatiently. Next cycle? Fuck that. He had been stuck in space and been screwed over by Thanos. He lost Pepper. He deserved this. He deserved her, he deserved this new start. He had gotten himself healthy again. And why not for this?

His Alpha was rearing its head; he had his soulmate so close, and he was so convinced he could trip her into heat early.

His eyes were fixated on his mate on the other side of the glass. She was moving around unbeknownst that he could see her, that he was watching her. His cock was tight against his jeans, and he adjusted, shooting a glance at Natasha who did not miss the movement.

He paced more, keeping his eyes set on her. She licked her lips, her hands wringing together as she sat down on the bench at the window she was allowed. She would have so much to look at when she was at his house. He had moved north, bought a large house settled in the mountains. So much space for her to wander, under his direction of course. He could not risk losing her either. But he wanted her happy. Only if happy meant she was with him though. He would not settle for anything less. He would force that mating bond on her if that is what it took to ensure she would warm his bed.

Out of Tony’s sight, Natasha cocked her head towards the door and Carol followed her. They thought Tony did not even notice them leave. Not that that was unexpected considering how zoned in he was.

Outside the room, door closed behind them, Natasha told her, “I’m gonna kill Steve. She needed a week—”

“Steve is just as meat headed as Tony. As little of time I’ve known him, I’ve realized that I’m not shocked he gave him the tip. He has been pretty happy with his mate that he found. I thought someone as virtuous as Captain America would have at least given the situation a second though, but…”

“Hormones are not a joke,” Natasha murmured. She swore and said exasperated, “Tony is not going to leave that fucking room without an armed guard dragging him out.”

Carol shrugged. “Then leave him in there! Let him watch her and keep the eye out he thinks he needs to. As long as he doesn’t break the glass—"

“He’s on edge already, Carol. If he sees anyone enter that room — even IF they’re beta, which is the only people I will send in there now regardless — he could lose it. Send himself into a rut. But she needs testing still and food. She has to interact with our doctors.”

<><><>

Tony had certainly noticed them leave though. And he smirked as soon as the door closed. Idiots.

Waiting for the door to close after Carol and Natasha stepped outside the room, Tony hit his watch.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y…. Hit the ventilation. Knock them out outside the room I am in and hers.”

<><><>

Tony stepped over Natasha and Carol slumped on the ground and then over the guards in the hallway. He held up his watch to the keypad and F.R.I.D.A.Y unlocked the door, giving him access. He shivered physically smelling Y/N full on, her wafting out to him as he pushed the door open. The room was penetrated with her and it was intoxication. The alcohol had done nothing for him since he had returned, no amount of money spent, no amount of women he had taken to his bed. But he actually felt something when he stepped into the room.

She turned away from the window, eyes wide and curious. He made sure to close the door behind him, a barrier to her escaping. He had read in the information he had been given all those months ago that Omega were unruly when they were not claimed yet and the thought made him growl internally. If she tried to run from him… his Alpha was furious at the thought, ready to pin her.

The two of them stared at each other and he could hear her heart beating faster, reacting to him. Natasha was right; she was not ready quite yet but just being in his presence was having an impact. Yes, he could trip her if he got her home, immersed her in his environment. If he was all she could see.

His eyes raked over her and he said, “Well, they certainly don’t know how to dress you all here.”

She looked down at her loose gown and then flicked her gaze back up to his, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry…”

She was delectable. Submissive. She already wanted to please him, and she had not been properly introduced to him yet. Tony felt his cock hardening. If only he could take her here and now. But he needed to drive her home. He tried to fight the hormones trying to hijack his psyche.

“No, sweet one, don’t apologize. You still look lovely. You’re so fertile….. look at you. Dripping.”

<><><>

You perked up at the compliment. The multiple compliments. You were doing good. Weren’t you? On many levels. Fertile. And wet.

Wait, wait?

He came closer. Still looking entirely in the brink of losing it but he smelled good. He smelled like home.

And that instantly set you on edge, a clear thought cutting through your arousal.

No.

It was him. The Alpha you had been assigned to. And Jesus. It was Tony fucking Stark. Why else would he have this effect on you? Natasha had promised to speak to you and let you decide as you weaned off the suppressants. She had lied and now you were being thrown to the wolves. And no wonder. Tony was her friend. Why would she deny him anything?

You stood quickly and your back hit the wall. You were closing in on yourself, trying to be small. He bristled at your squirrely movement and cocked his head. He immediately placed himself between you and the door to prevent you leaving, holding up his hand. Your heart was hammering.

He was here. He was here to take you away, lock you away.

“You don’t have to be afraid…” Tony said, his voice rolling over you like a high. It was sugary, sweet. “You are safe with me, sweet one.”

Safe. Yes. He would protect you.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tight, trying to shake his influence. Safe meant under his thumb.

Tony was closing the space quickly and you cowered. He was stronger than you and would undoubtedly win a fight.

“Omega…” he said, the title falling from his lips like a song. You froze and he took a few more steps. He shivered, seeing your response. “Be good. You don’t have to be trapped in here anymore. This room is so small, confining. You can come with me… up to our cabin.” Our, the word usage was not lost on you. “There’s a lake. Space to wander. You will have freedom there. With me.”

Half of you was screaming to listen to him, go to him, obey. The other half was screaming at you to try to duck around him and find an escape to make sure you would not fully come off the suppressants and be his puppet, his breeding machine.

Tony was there, inches between you and your chest pulled towards him, wanting him to touch you. He noticed the movement, hunger swimming in his eyes, pupils blown wide.

“That’s it, Omega. Be good.”

A soft whine left your lips, embarrassingly, at the command to be good.

Yet, another thought flashed. This was not right. And your eyes hardened. His jaw clenched at the sight, and you knew you were in trouble. Before you could react, he brought his hand up, and all you felt was cold metal against your neck before you saw black.

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#tony stark x reader #dark!tony stark #dark tony stark #alpha tony stark #alpha!tony stark #dark marvel #my shit

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jungshook69 · 4 years ago

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.:☆.°☾.Jealous.☾°.☆.:

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy. The taglist is open if you want. Taglist is now closed.

WORD COUNT: 1358 words

PAIRING/S: Jungkook X female reader

GENRE: Established relationship au ; Oneshot/Imagine

WARNINGS: None

ABOUT: This oneshot is part of a 7 part BTS imagine called “Jealous”. This oneshot is a reaction imagine of how each member would get jealous of their s/o in a given situation.

7 PARTS: Namjoon || Seokjin || Yoongi || Hoseok || Jimin || Taehyung || Jungkook

STATUS: Complete

☆.。.:*・°☾.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☾☆.。.:*・°☾.。.:*・

You felt a bead of sweat travel down your forehead as your legs moved at an incredulous rate on the treadmill beneath you. Your chest was heaving and completely drenched in sweat as you tried to keep your staggered breath steady. You shut your eyes close, as you tried to engross yourself in the music blasting through your air pods.

Two minutes later you heard the familiar beeping of the machine underneath you, indicating that your hour on the treadmill was over. You hopped off and turned your attention to the rest of the folks in the gym, disconnecting your air pods simultaneously.

You watch Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon lifting kettle bells in the corner, Jimin and Hoseok were still running on the treadmills and lastly Jin was situated on a pec-deck machine, and your boyfriend Jungkook was seated beside the older, lifting dumbbells.

You were their personal fitness trainer and took exercise very seriously. You liked to maintain a healthy lifestyle and were incredibly proud of your toned abs that were sprawled across your abdomen, as you took a quick take of your figure in the gym mirror.

You made your way over to Jin and Jungkook and observed Jin’s figure. Now this may sound a little weird, but you never ogled anyone in the gym. You didn’t look at them with lust. When you were observing someone’s figure, who in this case was Jin in a black tank top, you always kept it professional. Your mind immediately kicked into auto drive as you begin thinking about what machine you would recommend them to work at next.

“You know Jin oppa, you don’t need the pec-deck machine.” You spoke up after a minute of thinking.

You caught Jungkook’s attention too. “What?” Jin spoke up.

“See, you already have pretty broad shoulders like Taehyung, but your shoulders are already pretty uplifted naturally. So this makes it appear as though you’re naturally toned at the chest. And trust me when I say you have a great upper toned figure already. I think you should work on your quads. So I think you should ditch the 25 minutes over here every week and swap it out for 40 minutes on the seated leg press machine.” You state your analysis.

“Okay” Jin said without a complaint, moving to switch spots for the rest of the session. This is what you loved about working with them. They always respected your decision and knew that whatever was being suggested was only to make them a better version of themselves.

You were about to move on to the trio lifting the kettle bells, when Jungkook’s feeble voice stopped you, “Noona, what about me? Do I need to change anything?” he said his eyes sparkling.

That was something you found astonishing about him. How his face represented that of a young teenage boy, his doe eyes sparkling, while his body was that of a muscle man. But recently after you had complimented him on his cute face, he had taken it the wrong way, and had decided to grow his hair out, indulging into man buns, in an attempt to make his face look more manly. You absolutely loved his long black hair, but you had kindly explained to him that he needn’t look all macho all the time to impress you. After understanding the situation he had decided to keep his long hair, as he’d fallen in love his new look.

“Noona?” Jungkook’s soft voice disrupted the array of your thoughts.

“Yeah… no… you don’t need to change anything babe, I think your routine is fine, at least for another month.” You said turning on your heels to move towards the trio in the other corner of the gym.

Before you knew it, you were assessing the three and assigning them their respective machines. You were right in the middle of checking Yoongi’s weight plates so it wouldn’t be too strenuous on his fragile shoulders, when a loud yelp echoed off the walls of the gym followed by a loud thump. You motioned the others to wait as you ran towards the source of the familiar voice.

Your eyes met with the sight of Jungkook’s left hand gripping his right shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth partially open, gasping for air, a pained expression written all over his sweaty face. Your eyes shifted to multiple giant weight plates all on a pile on the floor, having slid of the dumbbell bar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice half-laced with annoyance, half with concern.

“I was just… lifting weights” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah I can see that. But why are they out of your weight class? Why did you add on an extra 10 pounds to the barbell?” you ask.

“I just wanted to try something…”

“Well you can’t just impulsively change your weight class Jungkook. It’s gonna strain your arm muscles. No wonder you got hurt.” You said crouching down to your knees as you tried to move his arm back and forth, checking on his muscle strain.

“I just wanted to improve my frame…”

“Well you can’t do that Jungkook. We follow a level of professionalism here. There’s a reason I’m your personal trainer.” You said sternly. Nothing came in between you and strict professionalism, and Jungkook knew that. It was part of the reason as to why he found you so enticing.

“I- I’m sorry” he said chest heaving.

“You gonna tell me why you really did that babe?” you say in a softer tone. You could tell Jungkook had a hidden intention behind his impulsive action.

“No reason.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit Jeon, tell me…”

“Fine! I got a bit insecure when you were complimenting Jin hyung’s figure, so I wanted to change things up a bit…” he said sighing.

“Gguk, hey look at me…” he immediately looked up to the voice of you calling him by his nickname.

“Listen… please don’t feel insecure… it’s my job to observe and analyze your guys’ figures and ensure you guys remain healthy and fit. And the comments I throw around about your bodies during our sessions are merely to decide what’s the next step to keep you guys in shape. It’s my job Gguk, you need to understand. I am in no way comparing you guys to each other okay?” you said calmly explaining to him.

“Okay…” he said a small smile forming on his lips.

“Promise me you won’t go ahead and do anything impulsive like that again… because if you hurt yourself, your fans are gonna be really upset and worried about you.”

“Yeah…”

“Mr. Jeon Jungkook, I never thought of you as the jealous type.” You said giggling after a short pause, trying to lift the tension in the room.

“Noona… hush” he says his cheeks turning red, as he refused to meet your eyes.

You drank in his flustered and disheveled state as you bent down to his level and thread your fingers through his long black hair. His eyes visibly widened as you closed the proximity between the two of you.

“You have some guts, telling me what to do Gguk…” you said dominating the chiseled man in front of you. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed up and down nervously.

“N-Noona… someone might see us…” he gulps, his breath uneven.

“Let them” you say connecting your lips in a steamy kiss, the fear of being caught, leaving a feeling of excitement shiver through your body. You let your tongue dart out, tracing a warm trail along his soft lips. Just as he opened his mouth to give you the entrance you ever so subtly asked for, you pulled your tongue away, completely disconnecting your lips from his.

You watched his hooded eyes, blown out with lust, flutter open, as he looks at you with his mouth agape.

“Sorry baby, duty calls.” You say standing up, smirking.

“B-But…” you watched his adorable red cheeks as he struggled to form words.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.” You say winking and walking away to resume your job, leaving Jungkook’s mess of state behind.

☆.。.:*・°☾.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☾☆.。.:*・°☾.。.:*

A/N: I wanted to try something different and write Y/N as a dom character and the male lead as a sub character. Also I wanted to show that Jungkook is a perfectionist. He wants to be good at everything, and he is, owing to his competitive nature. But I just wanted to make a point that he doesn’t have to be good at everything for us to love him. We all love him no matter what, and that he doesn’t have to strain himself, just to feel loved by us.

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ENDING NOTE: Hey guys! I just wanted to say I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of love my series got. I never expected more than 3 people or so to read my story. But you guys surprised me with the amount of people who liked my series. I just wanted to say a big thank you for the support as it motivates me to work harder and give you guys better works in the future. Sending you all a big virtual hug, stay safe, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with y’all :)

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years ago

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When the Chips Are Down

part 1

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Hello, my darlings. I feel so bad. I haven’t been updating, so I decided to do something that will likely make you all come for my head since this really won’t be updated for a good while. But for now, it’s all I’ve got for ya, but I do have a chapter of SW over half way done, but for now enjoy the first chapter of ADG’s sequel even if the rest won’t be coming for a while.--- chaotic puff

The ride to the airfield was nothing if not awkward. Namjoon sat on his side of the car and Y/N on the other. Namjoon was trying to reign in his temper, and Y/N simply didn’t want to talk. There were so many thoughts bouncing around her head, so many things they needed to talk about. She didn’t want to though. She wanted to pretend that he’d never come at all. She wanted to go back to her little cottage with Mark. She wanted him to hold her and talk to the baby like he always did, but that wasn’t an option anymore, not with Namjoon back in the picture.

“Where are we going?” She asked after a while. The tense silence was killing her.

“The airport at Pisa. I have a private jet waiting there to take us back to Seoul.”

“I can’t fly. I’m in my third trimester.” She murmured wincing as the baby sent a particularly hard kick to her stomach immediately catching Namjoon’s notice.

“Are you alright, jagi?” He asked moving to her side in a flash, hovering over her eyes darting over her worriedly looking for signs of distress.

“I’m fine.” She groaned pressing a hand to her belly. “The baby’s kicking.”

His face immediately lit up with a smile as he pressed his hand to her belly waiting intently for another kick. None came though. He looked back up at her disappointed, and she sighed moving his hand to press against different spot on her belly one where he was more likely to feel something.

“Give him a second. Little pest loves pummeling my insides.” She grumbled sinking back into the seat.

Just then the baby sent another kick landing it just under where Namjoon’s hand was pressed. He jumped at the odd sensation turning his awed gaze on her before looking back down at her belly in wonder. “Does it hurt?” He asked voice barely above a whisper.

“When he kicks like that? Yes.”

“It’s a boy?” He asked excitedly already imagining a little boy with her eyes and his dimples, a little heir for his empire.

“I don’t know actually.” She mused looking down at her bump fondly. “I never found out.”

“Jin can tell us later.” He grinned turning his attention back to her belly rubbing soft circles across its surface. “All that matters is that you and the baby are healthy.”

“I still can’t fly.” She reminded him. “It’s not good for the baby.” There was a hope, however small, that if she could stall him, then she could slip away.

He smiled at her fondly. “I have Jin waiting at the jet. He’ll monitor you throughout the flight.”

“Oh,” She breathed disappointed by the development, but of course he had thought of everything. He was always a step ahead no matter how hard she tried.

The ride was not long. It less than a two hour drive to Pisa, and as promised Jin was waiting on the plane for them. He smiled at her and settled her into one of the cushy seats.

“Can you lift up your dress for me, sweet girl? I can pull out the pajamas too if you’d prefer. They may be more comfortable for the long flight.” He asked.

“The pajamas please.” She nodded tiredly, and Jin happily went to fetch them for her, ushering her up and into a small bedroom at the back of the plane where she was able to change in peace.

Jin helped her back to her seat when she emerged in a pair of silky pajamas and slippers. He had been right. It was going to be much more comfortable for the flight, and if she could avoid Namjoon by sleeping for most of the flight, she would.

“I’m going to attach a fetal monitor to your belly so we can keep an eye on the belly. I have a labor and delivery nurse on the flight as well to help keep an eye on mom and baby.” He grinned gently pressing the little stickers onto her belly as he addressed both her and Namjoon who was hovering nearby. “It’s good to see you, Y/N. How far along are you now?”

“Thirty-four weeks.”

“Not long till the little one arrives then.” He nodded giving her one last smile and moving away to sit elsewhere as Namjoon settled in next to her for the long flight, taking one of her hands in his frowning at the simple gold wedding band that rested there.

Namjoon slipped it off with a frown pocketing the ring before bringing out the one she had left behind all those months ago with all its glitz and glory.

“I’d prefer if you wore your ring, jagi, and not some trinket from that pest.” He sighed slipping it on her finger. “You’ve cut your hair.” He noted equally displeased by the drastic change in length as he was with the ring he had just confiscated.

“It’s easier to hide when you don’t look the same as when you ran.” She huffed brushing a stray lock behind her ear, though it slipped out again shortly after. It was a major disadvantage to the shaggy pixie cut she now sported. She couldn’t tie her hair up, and she couldn’t get it to stay behind her ear either. She didn’t have any headbands on the flight to keep it out of her face either. Those were all back at the cottage.

“I don’t like it.” He grumbled. “I liked your hair before. Oh well. It’ll grow.”

“You have no say over how I wear my hair.” She snapped snatching her hand back.

His grin was sharp and wolf like as he stared her down. “I think you’ll find I have a say over a great many things, jagi. You’ve caused so much trouble. I can’t have you putting yourself or the baby in danger any longer. You’ll behave or you’ll find yourself in much more trouble than you’re already in.” He warned before turning his attention back towards her belly. “Is the baby still kicking?”

“He’s always kicking.”

She flinched as Namjoon laid a hand back over her belly again leaning down to whisper to her bump. “You have to be nice to your eomma. She needs her strength to make sure you’re healthy.”

Namjoon had missed her more than he liked to admit, but seeing her heavy with his child filled him with pride. He only wished that he could have been there for the entirety of the pregnancy. He wanted to be there for it all, the morning sickness, the cravings, the doctor’s appointments. He wanted to be there to watch her belly grow, but that had all been taken away from him. He would be there for the next one though. He was going to fill their home with children.

Yoongi already had a son. Jin was working on getting Hayan healthy enough to support a pregnancy. The younger boys were also beginning to express interest in starting families of their own. Taehyung was even beginning to talk about ending his seemingly never ending game of cat and mouse with his ‘little bird’, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Hoseok was already planning a family with Iyla.

Iyla. That was another variable he would have to deal with. Y/N didn’t yet know that her dear younger sister was in his hands, or more accurately, Hoseok’s hands. That was a surprise he was going to leave for when they arrived home, and Y/N was well rested from the journey. She had been right when she’d warned him that flying was dangerous for her at this point in the pregnancy. It was why he had Jin and two labor and delivery nurses on the flight. He was taking every precaution to make sure that both she and the baby would be safe. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to either of them.

Y/N was extremely uncomfortable with Namjoon’s show of affection and his interest in her belly, but she allowed it, too tired to really fight back for the moment as well as knowing better than to push him too far at the moment.

“He or she will be out soon enough.” She sighed moving his hand off her belly and curling up in her seat. “I can deal with a few kicks to the kidneys until then.”

Namjoon sighed before moving up the seat divider and pulling her into his arms resting both of his hands on top of her belly. “Don’t push me away. I’ve missed so much of our child’s life. Let me have this.”

“We can’t sit like this for takeoff.” She reminded him beginning to pry his arms away again.

“Just let me hold you till then.” He pouted placing a soft kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “I’ve missed you, jagi.” He murmured placing another kiss further up her neck.

“Please don’t.” She sighed squirming in his arms.

“I haven’t held you in months, jagi.” He released a sigh of his own letting her go so she could settle back in her own seat as the flight attendants readied them for takeoff.

As the plane took off climbing higher into the sky, her heart sunk further and further. She didn’t want to leave Italy behind. She didn’t want to leave Mark behind, but she didn’t have a choice. Even if it wasn’t for the baby, she wouldn’t have had much of a choice. Namjoon was a sneaky bastard, and he always seemed to be a ten steps ahead of her. She had been lucky to have so much time away from him, but all good things come to an end eventually.

She knew there wasn’t much hope for her, not anymore, but maybe there was a chance for Mark. Namjoon was a sadistic bastard, and Mark had had the audacity to take her away from him. It wasn’t something that Namjoon was going to treat lightly. Death would not come swiftly for Mark, but perhaps that would be his saving grace. The longer Namjoon waited to get rid of Mark, the better chance there was of Mark finding a way to escape. The man was a veritable magician. She was constantly amazed at his ability to get in and out of sticky situations. If there was anyone that could slip away from Namjoon, it was Mark.

“What’s going to happen?” She asked softly once the seat belt warning had been lifted and Namjoon had reverted to holding her in his arms absent mindedly rubbing senseless patterns into her belly.

“What do you mean, jagi?” He hummed smiling as he felt the baby kick lightly against one of his hands.

“What’s going to happen when we get back to Korea?”

His arms tightened around her slightly. “We’re going to go home, jagi. You’re going to need lots of rest with your due date so soon.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She grumbled pushing back slightly as she struggled to get comfortable. She was finding it harder and harder to be comfortable as her due date approached, and Namjoon’s proximity wasn’t helping.

Her discomfort was clear, and it wasn’t something Namjoon could allow. He needed her calm and rested for the flight, for the next few weeks really. “Jin!” He called bringing the doctor running. “Can we move Y/N to the bedroom? I think she’d be more comfortable lying down.”

Jin nodded with a smile helping Namjoon to move the heavily pregnant woman and the monitors to the back of the plane, getting them all settled before leaving the couple to their privacy.

Namjoon was careful to get her settled with pillows piled up at the headboard for them to lie against. He had her nestled against him despite her grumbling, but he knew despite her grumpy attitude, the new position was far more comfortable for her, and it gave her more room to adjust herself than the chairs in the front did.

“You never answered my question.” She reminded him with a sigh.

“You mean your punishment for leaving me? For taking our child and running off with that pest?” She nodded stiffly, waiting for his answer. “For the sake of the baby, I’m willing to overlook your little moment of insanity, but it all depends on how well you, jagi. I can be very forgiving, or I can make life very hard. I’d prefer to be forgiving though. We should be focusing on our baby after all.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to keep your promise.” He chuckled. “I want you to be a good wife and mother. No more running. No more hiding.”

“And all is forgiven? Just like that?”

She couldn’t believe that. Namjoon was not a forgiving man. He was a shark. He would never forget, and he’d take into account every variable to keep her firmly in her grasp this time. She had one shot, one real shot, and she had used it already. Namjoon wasn’t likely to let her slip away again, especially not with a child in the mix.

“Not just like that, but it’s a start.” He leaned in nudging his nose against the spot just below her ear. “And after all, doesn’t our baby deserve the best start we can give them?”

“And you’re the best thing for this child?” She scoffed squirming in his arms again.

“I know I am. And what other choice do you have?” He chuckled nipping lightly at her ear. “You’re never leaving me again.”

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yanderesleepybutwriting · 4 years ago

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Perfect || Izuku x Reader

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Request: “Hiya, precious bean! So, I've requested this a few times from other authors, but none have been comfortable with it so far. I found your page recently though, and you're writing is amazing! So, maybe Stockholm! Reader x Yandere Izuku, where reader thinks she isn't good enough for bb Zuku and gets anorexic and loses lots of weight, and when she gets super weak Izuku finds out? Love your work -Anonymous”

Notes: Wow, thank you so much! I’m glad you like my writing, and I hope you enjoy how it turned out. Heads up, yandere themes are ahead [Mentions of Anorexia, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Self-Hatred, Kidnapping, etc.]

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All-day you had felt off. Not necessarily feverish, just more tired than usual. Even the usually cozy temperature of the house felt slightly colder than normal. Leaving you with the feeling of not even wanting to get out from your spot within the covers. However, you knew you had to. You had stayed in bed long enough.

Izuku would be home soon, and you wanted to show your appreciation to him for working so hard by cooking him dinner. You had been watching a cooking show earlier in the day and saw them preparing Katsudon. It triggered a memory that you had of Izuku where he mentioned early on in your… ‘relationship’ that he really liked Katsudon, so you were doing your best to recreate it.

You were just about done, which was good because the smell was starting to make your stomach growl slightly. You hadn’t had a full meal for a few days now, and you were definitely starting to feel the effects. You don’t remember what triggered it entirely, you just remembered looking at yourself in the mirror one day and feeling nothing but dissatisfaction. Midoriya would tell you repeatedly how ‘beautiful,’ and ‘stunning’ you were, but you could never understand, and the more you continued to look at yourself, the more you couldn't help but wonder...what if he left you. What if one day, he sees you the way you see yourself. Would he still love you? Would he continue to keep you around? You had been with him for so long that the mere thought of him tossing you to the side was enough to crush you. You didn’t want to give him a reason to leave, so you did your best to change.

At first, you would only skip meals every now and again, but dissatisfied with the lack of results, you started missing more and more. Until you were here. Going on days without eating more than a granola bar. You felt Izuku growing suspicious, so whenever he was away, you would make yourself meals, only to throw them down the garbage disposal after they were completed. The missing food, along with the dirty dishes and silverware giving the illusion that you had eaten something. Then when he would come home, you would insist that you had already eaten.

You finished up a plate for him and placed it on the dining room table before returning to the kitchen to clean up your mess. You pulled out some plastic containers and moved your eyes over the rest of the food left behind. Maybe a bite wouldn’t hurt? Eyes slowly finding their way to your stomach. No. Better not.

You quickly brought your attention back to your pan, moving the leftovers of your meal into a tupperware container. You were so absorbed in your cooking, you didn’t even notice that Izuku returned. Watching you from the kitchen entrance, his expression falling into a state of bliss at the sight of you. His perfect angel.

His feet made their way over to you, hands wrapping around your torso from behind, pulling you closer to him. Gently he leaned down placing his head against your neck, his hair, now even wilder than usual after a day of hero work, tickling your skin, causing you to try to squirm away. But Izuku didn’t back down, only humming, a small chuckle erupting from his chest.

“Mmm, smells amazing, Angel. What did you make?”

“Katsudon. I thought that, maybe, you deserved it after the week you had.” You explained completely oblivious to the ecstatic look, creeping onto his face.

“You remembered?” He questioned, turning you around so you were both facing one another. You felt yourself becoming more and more embarrassed at his lingering gaze before he finally leaned down. Connecting you against him gently, as he savored the taste of your lips on his, sucking lightly on your bottom lip before releasing you. “Thank you. You don’t know how much it means. Knowing that you prepared this meal just for me. Now, come on, let’s go dig in.”

“I’ll just finish cleaning up. Your plate is made and is already on the table.”

“Oh…” He trailed off, hands slipping off of your waist, “You’re not going to join me today?” He was disappointed, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You knew how much he enjoyed spending time with you, but being forced to sit through a dinner with him, answering questions as to why you’re not eating was just something you couldn’t do. It would only bring up even more questions you weren’t willing to answer.

“No, sorry. I ate before you came home. I guess all that cleaning really worked up an appetite.” You stated casually, making sure to finish your lie off with a smile, hoping it would be enough to sell it. He gave you a suspicious look, but followed it up with a kiss on the forehead before walking over to the dining room.

“You know you really shouldn’t overwork yourself,” Izuku called out, “You shouldn’t even be cleaning or cooking, although I do appreciate it. I told you so many times that I’m more than capable of doing all of that when I get home.”

“I know, but I want to. I feel guilty since you’re doing so much for me, it just seems unfair. Plus, I like cooking for you.”

“Well, I do love coming home to you looking so focused.”

Slowly your hearing began fading out, instead being replaced with a high-pitched ringing, followed by a slow pressure that was brought into your head as you felt your world becoming more wobbly. Your vision blurring before you lost consciousness completely. The last thing you heard being the clattering of the pan hitting the floor, and Izuku calling out to you.

Ironically, the last of the two ended up being the first thing you heard as well, as you began coming to. Izuku was panicking, shaking you as tears were falling down his face. “Y/N? Oh, thank god!” He cried out, pulling you against his chest. You could hear his frantic heartbeat and uneven breathing. Confirming he was just as scared as he looked. “I knew something was wrong. I knew it! And look at what happened. I wasn’t able to keep you safe.”

Hearing him blame himself made you feel sick. You were the one to blame. You were the one at fault, not him.

“No, Izuku.” You spoke up, trying to lift yourself up, only to be pulled back down into his lap.

“Don’t get up! You could have a concussion. Do you feel nauseous or dizzy at all?” He held the sides of your face and and began examining you intently.

“No, I feel fine.” You lied, trying to push him off of you.

“You’re lying, Y/N. Why won’t you just be honest with me?” He sighed frustratedly, “I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. Have you been eating?”

You froze, caught off guard by the straightforwardness of the question. He didn’t beat around the bush at all, and that was unlike him. He isn’t usually one to say what he was thinking, but this was different. Your health and safety is something he takes seriously.

Your expression giving him all the answers that he needed, he continued. Raking his fingers through his hair before speaking up. “Why? Just…why? Why would you do something so careless? Is there something wrong with the food here? Did I not get you anything that you liked? Because if that’s the case I’ll fix it. I-I’ll get you something else. Anything, just tell me what you want.”

“That’s not it.” You whispered, looking down at your lap as remorse overcame you.

“Then what is it? Please,” He begged, “just tell me.”

You held back tears as your throat started becoming tighter. You felt like you were trapped, and you just wanted to be left alone, but you knew that wasn’t an option. Not until you told him the truth.

“I just wanted to be pretty for you,” you confessed, tears making their way down your cheeks, “I just would look in the mirror and hate myself. I hated what I saw. And I was just so scared, that if you saw me, the way that I saw me, then you would leave. And I would be all alone.”

Izuku was stunned, watching you break down and confess what’s been going through your mind broke his heart. Was that really how you saw yourself? He just couldn’t understand. He could never leave you. His love for you was just too strong. How could you not see yourself as pretty, when to him, there’s no one in this world more breathtaking than you.

“Shh, I’m so sorry,” He soothed, kissing your face between each syllable, “this is my fault. You only feel this way because I haven’t made you feel loved enough. That’s okay though because I’ll fix it. I’ll take time off of work so I can spend more free time with you. I’ll show you just how much I love each and every day until you can’t forget it. You’re just so beautiful, and so incredible, but your beauty goes so much deeper than that. I don’t care about the way you look at all. I love you for who you are. And who you are is Y/N. Just plain and simple. You’re my Y/N. And nothing will ever change that. Especially not something as meaningless as your weight. So please, stop. Just stop for me. I want my happy healthy, Angel back.”

After more words of encouragement from your boyfriend, you finally worked up enough strength to bring yourself to eat. It was only a little at first, but Izuku was on top of the moon regardless. He kept his promise of taking time off of work to spend more time with you, but a lot of that time was spent making sure you were well fed. He always made sure you had cleared your plate before he allowed the two of you to do anything fun together.

It was so hard at first, but Izuku was nothing if not persistent. Whenever he caught you looking in the mirror too long, he would immediately pull you away, making you lay in bed with him as he counted off all the things he loved about you. It was so corny, but oddly enough, little by little you felt it working. And that little amount of progress was all the hope and reassurance that you both needed to prove that you were getting better. And that it would only be a matter of time before you were comfortable in your own skin again. Something that Izuku was going to make sure happened.

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jeonjcngkook · 2 years ago

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*stands outside your window with a boombox blasting ‘my you’* hello lovely 🥰 i’m here to deliver you the love you so so deserve, and to send you warm wishes for the week ahead !! as we celebrate the comeback n anniversary i hope you’re also celebrating yourself and the wonderful person you are !! stay hydrated and remember to take care of yourself jords love <3

muahhhh <3 love you forever 🥰

jenbug🥺 all i want is you standing outside my window with my you playing. in fact, im on my way down stairs to you rn with a soft blanket and pillows so we can listen to our little man and look at the stars ⭐🌟✨ i accept all your love, and have in fact packed a lot of my own love into a giant box with a pretty bow on it and sending to you immediately 🥰 thank you for this kind lil ask — i know its been sitting in my box for a few days but truth is, ive been gatekeeping it so i can look at it when i feel a little down ,, you attached my comfort koo so how could i not harbour it 😭🥺 please remember yourself to stay hydrated, stay safe, stay healthy 💛 you'll always have my heart! i love you endlessly

#jen💟#mutuals #asks

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sirtommyholland · 4 years ago

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Four years of birthdays || tom holland x reader

A/N: Well I posted this hours ago but I didn’t realize that tags were broken and no one saw this, again. Soo reposting. Sadly, it’s not Tom’s birthday anymore but nevermind :(

Happy Birthday Tom Holland!!

Summary: Tom’s four years of birthdays with you, starting as best friends and ending as more.

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17 - 2013

“Happy birthday to youuu!” his two best friends finished singing with an obnoxious loud note, finally making him lift his head from his hands, where he had been hiding throughout the whole song. They had caught the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, all of them staring at them, some clapping along to the song.

“Thanks guys” he said in a weak voice, a bit red in the face but still smiling. Being the center of attention in the school cafeteria was different than being the center of attention at a play, or a movie set.

“Well, go ahead and blow out the candle!” Harrison said, nudging the little cupcake with a single candle a bit closer to him.

“And don’t forget to make a wish!” you added, smiling at him in that gentle way of yours that made his heart beat just a bit faster in his chest.

He closed his eyes and envisioned his wish. The three of them being together for years to come, happy and healthy, along with their families. Also, having a succesful career as an actor. Birthday wishes didn’t have to have a limit, right?

18 - 2014

The living room lights were suddenly turned off, making Tom stare at the ceiling in confusion. When he turned his head towards the door to see who turned off the lights, his whole family started singing ‘happy birthday’ making him smile and check out the time on his phone. 00:01. Figures.

When everyone finished singing and his mom placed the cake on the coffee table in front of him, he suddenly noticed his two best friends were there as well. In his house. Without him knowing.

“When did you guys get here?”

“Oh Harry snuck us in hours ago. We were hiding in his room.” Harrison explained.

“So that’s why he didn’t let me in there.” he mused. “I thought he was hiding porn or something.”

“Hey!” protested Harry.

“Anyway” you cut in. “Make a wish!”

He closed his eyes. He imagined himself at a movie premiere - a movie of his. He saw himself posing for pictures -he looked older-, his arm around a very pretty girl in a very pretty dress -you. The girl turned her head away from the cameras to look at him, the wide smile on her face made him giddy in a way that nothing else could. He leaned in to plant a kiss on her temple, the flashes and shouts getting brighter and louder.

He opened his eyes, tearing himself from his dream and blowing out the candles. He couldn’t help but smile a bit wider when he looked at you afterwards. He wondered, for the millionth time, what it would be like to be with you like that, in real life.

19 - 2015

“Well, Mr. Holland. How does it feel to be 19?”

“I feel the same way as yesterday.” He said plainly, looking at the camera with a blank face.

“Come on Tommy.” You pouted behind the camera. “Bear with me for a bit. I have done this for years, not gonna stop now. Besides, in a few years, people will kill to see home videos of Spiderman.”

He groaned. “For the last time, I’m not Spiderman. They said they’d call tomorrow, and that was three weeks ago. They probably chose someone else.” he said with a frown. Auditioning to be spiderman was the biggest thing to happen to him, it was a dream. He had done auditions for five months, he got more and more excited and hopeful everytime they called him for another one. But now, after his last one, it had been radio silence for three weeks, and he was going crazy with anticipation. He just wanted them to call, to say anything -that he got it or not. Not knowing anything was driving him insane.

“You’re gonna get it.” You said that with such convinction that he almost believed you.

“How can you be so sure?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Well you are great actor and you are in the right physical shape to play a superhero. But I am also your friend and I know you. I think you are a lot like Peter Parker. You are a bit a bit of nerd, first of all-”

“Hey!”

“-let me finish! Anyway, but you are also kind, funny, thoughtful, selfless. You do everything you can to make sure that people around are happy. And you are also really cute. So for me that makes you the perfect Peter Parker and if they don’t think the same way they are idiots. But no matter what, you’ll always be my hero anyway.” she finished with a little smile on her face.

Tom felt like he was gonna faint ever since the sentence “you’re cute” left her mouth. That was another reason he really wanted to get that role. It was his dream to play his childhood hero, obviously. But when this whole auditioning process started, he made a promise to himself. If he got the role, he was finally going to act on the feelings that had been growing inside him for years. There was something between you two, a deeper connection that they were both feeling, but not making a move, taking their time and enjoying their friendship because they weren’t in a rush. But Tom decided that if he got the role, he was finally going to make that move, so he could achieve both of his dreams at the same time.

“Wow. Thanks.” he said with a slight stammer, looking at the camera to take his eyes away from her, hoping that he could cool down a bit if he didn’t look into her eyes directly. “I wish you’re right.” he thought. “Please be right.”

20 - 2016

“Hey.”

He turned towars your voice, smiling at you as you closed to back door to garden, making your way to him and sitting next to him on the small stairs.

“Hi.” he said gently. “Just wanted to take a breather. It was kinda loud inside.”

You were in his parents house, where you had planned a surprise party for him. It wasn’t exactly a surprise he saw it coming from miles away, but still.

You hummed a small “mhmm” as an answer, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm came to wrap around your waist. You nuzzled into his neck, his warmth and scent making you take a deep breath in content. You placed a small kiss on the side of his neck, making him hum and kiss you on your head.

“Thank you for the party.” he said in a quiet voice, like he didn’t want to break the peaceful silence of the garden. “It has been my favourite birthday with you so far.”

“Really? Why?” you asked in a slightly curious voice.

“’Cause every year when you smiled at me and told me to make a wish, I wished to be with you, or kiss you, or hold you like I wanted to. And this year I finally can.”

You felt your heart grow ten sizes from his words, and lifted your head to look at him, only to find that he was already looking at you. The loving look in his eyes made you want to cry of happiness, from how lucky you were. How lucky you were that this amazing, wonderful, incredible boy looked at you exactly the way you were looking at him.

You placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in to give him a small kiss. “I love you.” you whispered, your nose still touching his.

He kissed you again, a bit longer but still as gentle. “I love you.” he sighed against your lips. “Thank you for making this my best age so far.”

“You have Marvel to thank for that as well.” you joked, making him smile, and continued. “And every age from now is gonna get better and better. I promise.”

He pulled you to his chest again, kissing your temple and and tightning his arm around you. “How can it not get better” he thought “when I have you right next to me?”

A/N: I was gonna do this for every age until 24 but I really couldn’t find things to write. Also, I’m planning on making a series where they meet in BRIT school and become friends, and this one-shot is gonna be a part of that same universe, so I didn’t want to limit myself in the future by writing everything that happens until 2020. Hope you liked it, I’d love it if you liked or reblogged!

Take care and stay safe!

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#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x female reader #tom holland one shot #happy birthday tom holland #fluff #best friends to lovers

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years ago

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Rengoku Kyoujurou x CryBaby!Reader

It's always been that, 'Who is that Pokemon' game for people, guessing and wondering who is this mysterious person behind Rengoku's cape.

HEY IT'S YOU!

Anywhere, anytime, you will hide behind Kyojurou. Your tiny hand clasped his uniform behind his back, almost covering your body inside his white flamish cape, timidly peeked at people while biting your lower lips.

Even though you clinged to him the most, you also being clingy around the Pillars minus Iguro, Sanemi and Giyuu. They didn't mind, it was like having tiny human guarding them.

Kyoujurou is special. You loved his cape. It's warm, and his back was broad enough to hide you from people you didn't know well.

"Whoa, there's someone behind you!" "Is she always been there?"

And many confused question. Of course, who didn't startled when they saw a tiny human form behind Kyoujurou's cape.

"Ah, this is my wife. Honey, come out here. They are the Mizunotos I told you the other day." You glanced at him, a little bit hesitant. He nodded, reassuring you that everything will be fine. You stepped ahead a little

"..My name is Rengoku (y/n), I'm his wife, ni- nice to meet you!" And hurriedly hiding at his back again.

'AH SHE'S SO CUTE.' Those younger demon slayers thought. Kyoujurou himself didn't mind if you acted like this. He felt comfortable because it was like being guarded by a little fairy.

If you're THIS clingy, how do you do when Kyoujurou got missions?

It's hard. You can't let him go and kept hugging his back while pouting. Kyoujurou had to pat your head countless time and saying that he'll be back, safe and sound.

You eventually crying.

Also, late notification: Kyoujurou is a weaklings for your tears. He simply can't see his sunshine cried. He will feel super guilty to leave you alone in this big house. But Senjurou was there for rescue, he will assure you that Kyoujurou will be home, safe and sound.

And you finally nodded in approval even though your sniffles was still heard.

Or when he still have time to soothe you before departure, he will cover you with his current cape, stroked your hair while you're laying down on engawa. You curled like a mochi and felt comfortable, sleeping in peace. It felt like 'Kyoujurou' protected you any time. He slowly kissed your forehead, whispering, "I'll make sure to stay alive for you." before finally walked out.

You gradually became close to trio Kamaboko and Nezuko, to cast out worries from your mind when Kyoujurou was on mission. You like to play, listen to their talks or snacking together with these chaotic humans.

It felt like being a mom for these trio.

"Waaah!!!! (y/n)-san!!! Protect me!! Inosuke hit me again!!"

"It's unfair!! Don't hide behind woman, you coward!!!"

"Hey, quit being bothersome to her! I'm really sorry, (y/n)-san."

You giggled. "It's okay, Tanjirou."

Especially Nezuko, the person who likes to sit on your lap. She will let out random gibberish when you combed, braided her hair, or clasping her hand while singing a song.

"...(y/n).... Kind... Person... Like... Mom..." You gasped, covering your mouth.

"Waaaahhh!!! Nezuko, you're so sweet!!" You hugged her from behind, tearing up. Kyoujurou and Tanjirou were peeking from behind the shouji door, crying too.

Being a crybaby didn't mean you're completely valueless. That's not true. Kyoujurou became so furious if he heard people calling his wife an useless person. At first, you're crying when you heard those rude words, but now you just pulled his cape and said, "It's okay, Kyoujurou. They are right. I'm annoying, a crybaby, and also a burden for you." but still sad inside your heart.

He frowned, cupped your cheek with his warm palm. "Even though you aren't a Demon Slayer, you helped Oyakata-sama with journals and scrolls cross-checks. What part of you is useless? Don't listen to them." You nodded and smiling, holding his hand.

"Hey, I know they are mean, but please don't hurt them, okay?" You light-pinched his cheek.

"Sure! Violence is never the answer!"

Sike, bitch. He still beated those scumbags.

With Ubuyashiki's kids, your task were re-phrased, correcting, making comparison between fake or real writings, and turned it into a new and understandable journal. Your activities made you close to Oyakata-sama, and even thought you as his child. Not even all Pillars could have privilege to enter his private room, but here you are. Kagaya was laying on his futon and you were laying your body beside him. His hand was moving, stroked your hair. It was really calming.

You even acted as his 'secretary' along with his kids. You guided his hand, reading the reports and sorting missions in Pillars meeting.

Sometimes, the meeting was the moment when Kyoujurou finally came home after mission and reporting to headquarters.

You really missed him, so bad. But you had to sit beside Kagaya until the meetings end.

And so does Kyoujurou. It's really painful when he was just able to sit in front you. Like, come on! The distance between you and him is only 2 meters! He wanted to hug you and showered you with love he had been held for weeks.

'Oh my God, look. My dude is at his limit.'

'Rengoku-san! His body is vibrating! He wanted to meet (y/n)! So cute!!'

'...Is he seriously vibrating. Wait, I probably did the same if it happened to me and Kanroji.'

'What the fuck, both are eyesores.'

'Rengoku-san, please restrain yourself more.'

'...'

"And that's the conclusions. May Oyakata-sama always be healthy. May luck and victory be beside us."

The Ubuyashiki children hold your hand, signing you, 'It's okay. Just stay here.' and escorted their father to the room.

After the shouji door was closed, you ran back and jumped onto him. He caught you in his embrace.

"How is my baby doing?" He hugged you tightly and made you breathless for a second. You're crying while saying "What took you so long? I miss you!!!"

But sometimes, for just once, you wanted to change. You wanted to be better.

So for once, you wanted to greet him at train station. According to Mitsuri, Kyoujurou was riding train after mission around evening

Kyoujurou was so surprised when he saw you stood along with other people, from inside the train. You looked anxious while clutched his cape in your chest.

Kyoujurou couldn't hold it. He raised from his seat and went ahead to trains sliding door.

"Sir, please sit down, the train still doesn't stop completely."

"I'm sorry but I can't."

As soon as the door opened, he rushed out, running, colliding with people he didn't know and he didn't care at all.

"(Y/N)!!!"

You're looking for the source of the sound calling your name.

Suddenly, Kyoujurou hugged you from behind. You jolted and turned your head.

"Why are you here?!" said Kyoujurou, a little panicked.

You turned your body around, hugging him back.

"Welcome home, Kyoujurou." You released your hug, smiling. He could see you're trembling a bit, scared but you held it.

"You don't have to be here! I will meet you as fast as I can!"

"Um, no. I wanted to do this. At first, I went here with Misturi but I was separated... It- It's okay! Nothing happened to me. I- There's someone I didn't-"

Kyoujurou sighed in defeat. He held your hand and escorted you out from the station. He walked without saying a thing.

"Kyoujurou, are you mad?"

"I'm not. Well, a little bit."

"I'm sorry I made you worry." He sighed again. You grasped his hand more. "I- I really wanted to see you, so I thought-"

He slipped one of his arm behind your knee, carrying you up with one hand. You held his shoulder in panic, sitting on his big arm

"Next time, promise me to hold Kanroji's hand and don't lose her." You nodded, letting out sheepish smile and thin redness on your cheeks. All Kyoujurou wanted now is to pamper you in your room.

You just really lucky to have Kyoujurou as your husband.

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kimberly-spirits13 · 5 years ago

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Candy Crush (Request)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Synopsis: Robin, your long -time crush and good friend comes back with your favorite candy one day and you just so happen to “ever so slightly” confess your crush on him even if it takes a while to register.

Warnings: None 😊

Note: Y/F/C = Your Favorite Candy Y/N= Your Name L/N= Last Name

Word Count: 938

You were sitting on the couch of the tower scrolling through your phone casually with earbuds in listening to what you considered the best music in the world. Sometimes it was hard to find downtime between solving cases, training, and missions so this kind of time doing nothing and kind of decompressing was welcomed oh so dearly. It was silent besides the music you were listening to until the elevator door came open. You braced for the worst, waiting to hear Beast Boy come in with some sort of crackhead energy or Starfire with her overly bubbly personality for a time like this. Instead, you were met by Robin, in civilian clothes and sunglasses to protect his identity. Not even you really knew of who he really was but you think you had some sort of idea.

He came in and started putting things where they belonged before stopping. Robin had seen that you were having a past few rough weeks and decided that maybe he might do something for you. You just didn’t know that the entire time he was mentally siking himself up and trying not to trip over himself whilst walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N, I got you these at the store.” He smiled some passing you a box of Y/F/C as you popped out your ear buds.

You smiled so brightly at the gesture that it made his knees weak.

“I love you. I’ll do anything for you from now on.” You said with the most serious expression that he had ever seen grace your face before grabbing a hug from him.

He blushed as you popped open the box not really knowing what to say he rubbed the back up his neck, choking on his words some, “I-it’s no problem.”

You smiled some at the response also blushing madly, your cheeks now a deep shade of cherry red. Robin thankfully walked away to finish putting away the groceries that he had gotten and you popped a few candies into your mouth savoring the sweet taste for as long as possible. It was a few days of following him around kind of as normal as the both of you did with each other but this time it was more in a semi attached by the hip kind of thing.

At one point, you guys would just start having completely random conversations without even using full, complete sentences. If he needed help on a case, you were by his side for however long he needed. No one questioned it until one day these weird conversations stared up again.

“Why are you guys acting so strange?” Cyborg questioned staring at the both of you, “Y/N what happened to you?” “What do you mean?” You asked giving him a look.

“You two have practically invaded each other’s minds and are now speaking your own language.” He snickered.

“Robin is the only member ono the team to give me candy. Therefore, I love him most now.” You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat.

Cyborg shot a glance at Robin who was burning up red. It was actually pretty amusing and you knew that it made him flustered.

“Is this true Robin?” Cy smirked knowing that the typically calm and collected hero would be a mess.

Robin coughed some running his hands through his hair and then cleared his throat again, “I m-mean I did get Y/N Y/F/C the other day.”

Robin looked like he wanted to disappear and never be seen again in those moments. You finally broke the silence by laughing some and hitting Cyborg in the arm.

“You’re ridiculous Cy.”

“I try.” He joked lightening the tense mood.

A few hours had passed and you had gone to the roof for some much needed fresh air. You didn’t think that there was anyone on the building top but when you saw Robin sitting on the edge you turned around to go back inside.

“Y/N, I know you’re there, you can sit with me if you want.” He said not turning around.

You sighed some and went to sit next to him. It was quiet for a few moments until he was the first one to speak.

“I noticed that you’ve been having a few long weeks. Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just in my own head with stress and such.” You answered, “Nothing new.” You smiled some at the last part even though it wasn’t really a happy smile.

“I get what you mean.” Robin stated sympathetically, “Uh so, the other day, when I did give you the box of candy,” He glanced at you some, “W-were you serious about the loving me part?”

You suddenly tensed up some, blushing, “Yeah I guess I was. And not just because we’re really good friends.”

“What would you do if I said that I really like you too?” Robin questioned.

“Well maybe if you were to ask you’d find out Boy Wonder.” You smirked some easing back down.

“Well, Y/N, I like you... more than friends or teammates.” The boy smiled at you as you both got closer and closer, “One last question.”

“Mhmm?”

“What would you do if I kissed y-“ You answered before he could finish the question kissing him for the next few minutes until you pulled apart and he took off his mask to reveal brilliant blue eyes that shined in the sunset.

“I’m Dick, Dick Grayson.” He took your hand in his for a quick moment.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N, but you already know that.” Your response made him laugh but you continued to admire his eyes.

Omg I actually really laughed reading the request. Thank you so, so much for the love and supportive messages these past few weeks. I finished the case that I was working on for school so hopefully I won’t be pulling three consecutive all-nighters for the next week or so lol. I hope that you guys have a wonderful week where ever you are and are staying safe and healthy. If you have any requests, please go ahead and send them it, I love seeing all of the ideas. Have a great night and stay safe!

#teen titans x reader #teen titans #dc comics #dc x reader #dc characters #robin x y/n #robin x reader #robin #robin imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x y/n

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 5 years ago

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Ok but a reader who sings but is really shy about it, but then Jaskier has a near-death experience and she's just holding him and crying and she starts singing him a love song out of sheer panic and a fluff ending please bro this week has been hARD

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,311Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: Bro *clasps your face in my hands* I got you. We got this. It’s gonna be ok. Have an HEA.

“Isn’t the ocean beautiful,” Jaskier sighed, gazing out at the yawning expanse before you. You smiled at his enthusiasm but felt no need to go any closer than you were now, high up on a sandbank where the water couldn’t reach you. You weren’t afraid of all water, just the kind that had fathomless depths filled with unknown entities which could devastate whole ships without warning. In hindsight, the stories your father had told you of his life sailing may have had the opposite effect he’d intended.

“It stirs the heart and brings music to one’s lips. You must know some excellent shanties, father being a captain and all,” Jaskier said, turning to you and giving you an entreating smile.

“No, Jaskier,” you said. But you did know them. You’d sung them heartily at one point in time. But that was before the ocean took everything from you. Your father, your laughter, and your voice. Only Jaskier had brought one of the three back for you and you considered that miracle enough, you wouldn’t be greedy and try for two.

“Well if you shall not call me away I must go seek out another siren,” he sighed dramatically and rose to run towards the water.

“Be careful!” you cried, your heart rate already beating faster though he hadn’t even set foot on wet sand much less the treacherous waves.

“Of course, of course,” he waved off. He didn’t know you hated the ocean, you tried not to talk about it because it mean talking about why and that meant reliving the moment your life had changed forever. Instead you watched with hawk eyes though panic rose in you as you watched him get closer and closer to the deceptively placid rolling waves that crept up on the sandy banks.

He turned around to face you, waving as the water sat just ankle deep and you forced yourself to breathe, to remember that your father hadn’t died on a beach but in the middle of a fierce squall. Jaskier was stronger than people thought, and smarter and he wouldn’t be foolish. But the ocean did not discriminate or reward cleverness and you watched in silent horror as the grasping waves coiled around him and tugged him back, devouring him in a single sweep.

You ran. You ran for your father, for your lost childhood, and most of all for Jaskier. It had stolen one you loved but it would not steal this too. Not without a fight.

Bile rose in your throat as your feet touched the water but you didn’t give the seizing panic a moment to grip hold of you and stall your progress, you looked for signs of him and you saw it – a glint of gold from his signet ring in the white foam. You pushed against the waves, physically fighting the current and trying to stay grounded though your body was rocked just as easily as Jaskier’s had been. The difference was that you had a healthy respect for its ferocity and were spurred by a rage that equaled its own. You saw the chestnut hair and seized it, grasping anything you could of him to help pull him back, soon yanking him close enough that you could seize his waist. You had to fight to pull him back, the ocean was determined to keep at least one of you and you were just about to push him forward with everything you had and let it take you when you broke free, falling face down as the waves spat you back out. You scrambled up as quickly as possible and dragged Jaskier’s limp form up until you could go no farther.

He didn’t move. The usually expressive face was chilling to look at so still, so empty. You pushed on his chest, trying to remember the rhythm your father had taught you. There was no breathe and you tried to force it into him with your mouth, encouraged by the rise and fall of his chest when you did this but it did not stir on its own.

“Jaskier please, please not like this, please don’t,” you pleaded, pulling him onto his side and trying to get any water that could come to pour out of him. A trickle of saltwater pour through his lips but no breath. You clutched him tightly, willing him to breathe.

“If I tell you I love you, will you stay?” you asked, the words triggering memories of a song you’d learned long ago. A song you remembered your father singing to your mother. Jaskier had wanted you to sing and you had wanted Jaskier. One of you would get what they wanted today.

“If I tell you I love you

Dare I hope you’ll agree

If I swear I will be true

Will you stay with me?

Cuz I’ve gone ‘round the world

And I’ve seen what’s to see

But the one thing I want

Is a lifetime with thee”

You tried to remember the verses, making it up as you went, singing as though your voice would pull him back to you. And then, in a moment of mercy you didn’t think the world possessed, it did.

Jaskier’s body rocked violently and he expelled water and you held him steady, giving a silent prayer of gratitude that you’d thought to hold him on his side, and you kept singing, seemingly unable to stop now that you’d started again. You sang words of comfort, soothing and encouraging as his body forced out the water that had tried to take him from you, and you kept singing until he weakly moved around to face you, his beautiful blue eyes gazing at you in wonder.

“I thought – ”

“Me too.”

“I nearly – ”

“But you didn’t,” you insisted, refusing to give the thought of a world without Jaskier another moment’s consideration. You gently brushed the wet hair out of his eyes.

“You were singing,” he said. You nodded.

“You never sing.”

“Well you never drown, it’s been a surprising day for both of us,” you argued.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked. You shook your head no and helped hold him steady as he sat up quickly, grasping your arms, fixing you with an intent look.

“You have to join me in performing,” he said.

“You are absolutely ridiculous,” you protested, more than a little bit hurt, “You almost die and the first thought you have is how to make your act better? You know what! Let the ocean have you!”

You stood up and began to storm off the beach but Jaskier quickly caught up with you, spinning you around to face him.

“The first thought I had was that I was so bloody grateful to be alive so I could tell you that I love you. Well, actually, that was the second thought. The first thought was oh gods, oh gods, sirens are real, Geralt owes me 50 coin and I’ll never get to collect because I would follow that voice anywhere. And then I saw it was you and I had the second thought. And then I thought about work. So really you were the first two thoughts!” he protested. He opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off with a kiss, stopping him while he was ahead. You needed to get him somewhere warm where he could change and you could talk more about what his confession meant. You needed to make a confession of your own though you felt you already had pretty clearly. You needed so many things but most of all, right now, you needed the grounding certainty of Jaskier in your arms and on your lips and safe and yours. And, as he would for the rest of your lives, Jaskier gave you all that you needed and more.

#Anonymous #jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #jaskier angst #jaskier fluff #reader request

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sunkissedpages · 6 years ago

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We’re Only Kidding Ourselves- Part Fourteen || Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I will take my romantic bakery side story to the grave it is the ultimate life goal. Also big shout-out to @alt-ernativewonderland for helping me with my indecisiveness with this part!!

Prompt: Enemies to lovers au (from @marvelellie‘s 1k writing challenge!!)

Summary: You work as a production assistant for the Spider-Man: Far From Home crew, or rather as Tom Holland’s handler. The two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of previous smut

What I listened to while writing: mamma mia + rap playlist I made for literally no reason

Word Count: 3.1k yeah boi

“Are you okay?” Tom asked. “You were crying out,”

“Yeah,” you panted, trying to convince not only him, but yourself too. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Nightmare?”

“Something like that.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

He settled back down on his side, but didn’t turn away from you. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, sorry to wake you.”

“S’okay, don’t worry about it,” he assured you before rolling back over. His accent combined with his mumbling from being half asleep made his sentences almost unintelligible, but that’s not what you were focused on at the moment.

Your heart was still beating a thousand miles a minute and the sheets were still tangled between your fingers like they had been in your dream, making the line between fantasy and reality that much finer.

Pushing your hair off of your face you sat up and saw that the pillow barrier between you and Tom was all messed up from how you must have been thrashing around in your sleep. You would have laughed at the irony of the metaphor if you weren’t still internally panicking.

You were thankful you hadn’t been saying actual words in your sleep. What if you had called out Tom’s name? God, you were already so mortified. You had never had a sex dream so vivid before, and never about someone who was sleeping right beside you.

You dogeared the page in your book and set it on the bedside table. Every time you picked it back up you’d be reminded of how Tom had thrown it across the room with lust in your dream. Taking a risk, you peered over cautiously at him whose breathing was steady now. Somehow the boy had gone back to sleep instantly and you were so jealous.

He had to have come back from the bar, showered, brushed his teeth, gotten into bed, and fallen asleep- all without waking you. He was the loudest person you knew, and you were such a light sleeper, how was that even possible?

It was the middle of the night, four am to be exact, but it was safe to say you were awake now. Despite everything there was still a dull ache in your core and an electric energy that tingled in your veins. You had been this close to getting off in your dream before real-life Tom had woken you up. You considered finishing the job yourself, but you couldn’t do that with him in the room, much less right next to you.

You rolled over, away from him and towards the window, trying to breathe steadily. Just because you’d dreamt about Tom in that way didn’t mean you actually wanted him in that way. It’d just...been a while that’s all. And people have random sex dreams about their bosses all the time, this was no different.

You told yourself all of this, but weren’t convinced.

Much like the last, your night was restless. You were afraid that if you drifted off again the dream would pick up right where it had left off, not that you’d be able to sleep if you tried, but you couldn’t risk waking Tom like that again.

You figured that if you were already awake you might get some work done so you propped yourself up in bed and filled out overdue paperwork until you were actually a week ahead of schedule. You were so focused you hadn’t even realized how long you’d been working for until you noticed the sun had started rising and was steadily filling the room up with light. You glanced over at Tom who was still fast asleep and saw that his arm was slung over the pillow barrier and his fingers were outstretched almost like he was reaching for you. His hands looked soft, yet calloused from stunts and training. You wondered if they actually were soft.

For once you were up and getting ready before Tom. You even braved the streets of Venice without Harrison’s sweatshirt to get you and Tom some breakfast. He had gotten you waffles that one morning and you wanted to pay him back. It seemed like there were cafes on every corner so the hard part wasn’t finding where to get breakfast, but choosing where. You decided on the family owned cafe where you’d gotten your coffee the other day because you knew the people were friendly.

To your surprise they recognized you immediately and smiled at you as you approached the counter.

“Can I help you?” one of the women asked, seeming to remember you had ordered in English the last time you were there. You hadn’t noticed before that she had an American accent and your eyes must’ve lit up in recognition because she chuckled a little at your reaction. “I’m from Atlanta,” she explained.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything! I was just surprised that’s all-”

“Don’t worry about it, you didn’t do anything wrong!” she assured you. “My wife, Paula, is from here so this is where we decided to open our cafe.”

“I would love to live here,” you lied. Any reasonable person would want to spend the rest of their life in Venice, but you couldn’t say the same for yourself. Not after everything that had happened over the course of just a few days.

“Yeah, what’s not to love? Good people, good food, good business.” You nodded and smiled politely. “Anyway, what can I get started for you?”

“I’m not quite sure, actually. I’m supposed to get something for me and my...friend, but I don’t know what he likes. What do you recommend?”

“Our cornettos are really popular and so are our fette biscottates, which is like a little toast. Paula butters the cornettos really lightly so that they’re just fluffy enough and everyone orders them with this rich chocolate sauce she makes, it’s not a very healthy breakfast, but it is delicious.”

“I’ll do two of those, please,” you decided.

“With the sauce?”

“Of course.”

You managed to carry the baked goods and two coffees back to the hotel without any casualties, which was pretty impressive for you.

Tom was awake and getting ready by the time you got back. When you walked in he was pulling up his jeans and you immediately and shielded your eyes with the bag of pastries .

“Oh shit, sorry!” you apologized.

“We’ve been through this a hundred times, y/n, I don’t care. I change in front of dozens of people every day,” Tom sighed.

“Well, the door was also wide open and I don’t think you want the whole world to see that,” you added, hoping he’d attribute your jumpiness to that.

“I’d be doing the world a favor,” he said and smirked over at you as he pulled a t-shirt on over his head, clearly flexing for emphasis in the process.

You tried not to spill coffee all over the carpet as you watched him. “I don’t know if ‘favor’ is the word I would use,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. Tom laughed. You put the food and drinks on the dresser and picked up your cup. “I got us some breakfast.”

“Us?” he asked, looking up from the watch he was fastening around his wrist.

“Yeah, you got breakfast the other day, I wanted to return the favor.” You handed him his coffee and began rifling through the paper bag for the food.

“Thank you,” he took a sip. “It’s prefect, thanks.”

“It better be. I memorized your coffee order after two weeks of being on the job.”

“I was surprised it took you that long.”

“I can eat all this food myself,” you threatened.

“Sorry! I was joking,” he insisted.

You shot him a look. “Mmhmm.” You pulled the pastries out of the bag and handed one to him. “They’re cornettos, basically big croissants. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect.”

You sat on the floor with your cornetto and Tom followed your lead. You popped the lid off of the chocolate sauce and put it in between you and Tom on the floor to share. He ripped a bite-size piece off to dip and you did the same and tried not to let any drip on your clothes or the carpet in the process. The woman at the cafe had been right, it was delicious.

“You didn’t sleep last night again, did you?” Tom asked after taking another sip of his coffee.

“No,” you admitted, figuring he would know if you were lying anyway. You didn’t know how he always called you on your bullshit, but he did. And it was irritating.

“Y/n!” he groaned.

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “How’d you know?”

“You were up earlier than me, which never happens so I figured you just hadn’t gone back to sleep,” he explained. “You should’ve kept me up, sometimes it helps to talk nightmares through.”

You shook your head with half a laugh and tore off another piece of your cornetto. “Trust me, it only would’ve made things worse.”

His face softened. “Well, I’m sorry that you had such a bad dream. I hope you get some sleep tonight.”

“Thanks,” you smiled and put the bite in your mouth, letting the bittersweet chocolate roll over your tongue. “Me too.”

Tom went down to the lobby first and you followed a few minutes later. Everyone was already scrambling around, trying to get on boats, and you decided you’d just stay back and get on one of the later ones. You couldn’t see Tom in the sea of people anyway, but figured he’d already snaked his way through the crowd onto one of the earliest boats. At least, you hoped that’s what had happened.

One of the main differences between filming in London and abroad was that here it was every man for himself. Back in England the actors had all had preferential, treatment, especially Tom. He was Spider-man. But back there everything was centered around the actors, everyone was always making sure the actors were catered to and where they needed to be when. But here in Venice (and in Prague) everything was centered around production. Everyone had their own shit to take care of and being on-location made everything ten times harder to set up so the actors were on their own, aside from having assistants.

You thought Tom might actually like this style better. He was pretty independent, as he liked to remind you, and you noticed that having everyone fuss over him all the time definitely made him a little uncomfortable. That being said, you’d still be the one in trouble if he didn’t get himself where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there, so you could only hope.

Thankfully, no one was blowing up your phone about Tom once you got to set so you figured he’d checked in like he was supposed to.

The sky was gray and overcast, unlike it had been this morning, threatening to start a downpour at any moment. The storm had rolled in unannounced, throwing everyone and everything off schedule. Over your radio you could hear different people starting to yell directions about waterproofing the equipment, which ideally should’ve started hours ago.

Once you got over to the tent with the other crew you were able to see Tom at his mark, ready to start filming whenever he got his cue. Harrison was over there with him, most likely telling a story from what you could tell by the way he was gesturing wildly with his hands.

Watching from the sidelines made the feelings of helplessness you’d had when you initially took the job start creeping back. It was hard to resist the urge to help run wires or set up rigs and dollies with the other production assistants like you’d been trained to do, but you’d tried before and were only scolded for it. The other PAs saw you as an outsider and didn’t want your input and the higher crew heads thought you were incompetent even though you had the same training and experience as all the other assistants. Standing and watching everyone work was your job, and you’d learned to have a sort of indifference over time, but on hectic days like these you still had to fight the itch to jump in and help.

It was starting to sprinkle now, and more and more people started crowding around under the tent while others ran around trying to save the scene and the equipment. People were arguing in your ear about whether to shoot the scene or postpone it. Everything was descending into chaos.

You looked back over to where Tom had been standing on the bridge and saw that he was still there, waiting for instructions. Harrison was holding an umbrella over the both of them, shouting across the lot at someone on the other side. You wondered whether or not you should try to get over to them. You were reaching for your phone to text Haz when you felt someone bump your shoulder. You started to apologize before you realized it was Zendaya who had somehow made her way through the masses to be at your side.

“How many cups have you had today?” she asked with a smirk, nodding at the paper cup in your hand.

“Only two,” you insisted.

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Well you look crazy,” she said.

“Thank you so much, Z,” you scoffed. “You know, I keep hearing that-”

“No, I mean you just look exhausted, yet also super buzzed.”

“I had a weird night,” you sighed.

“No sleep again?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked sincerely and you were reminded of every time she’d confided in you about her dating life. Maybe she’d have some good advice.

“Um, yeah actually,” you agreed thankfully. “But can we, uh go over there?”

You led her over to a small area that had been cleared out because of the rain, holding an umbrella over the both of you.

“Miss y/l/n, can you please tell Mr. Holland that we’re moving shooting up an hour?” an indistinguishable voice suddenly asked over headset.

You sighed. Of course you had to be the bearer of bad news.

“I’ll let him know,” you replied over the comm and rolled your eyes, thankful they couldn’t see you. You pulled out your phone and shot Tom a quick text, something literally anyone else could have done, before giving Zendaya your attention again.

“Okay, what’d you drag me all the way over here for?”

“I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone,” you said nervously, hoping what you said wouldn’t get back to Tom somehow. “Promise?”

“Promise,” she agreed. “Okay, why didn’t you sleep? Oh my god, is this about a boy?”

“Kind of?” you cringed at the way Zendaya’s eyes lit up. “Not like that.”

She deflated visibly. “Oh.”

“So I sort of, had a dream,” you paused, not sure if you could force yourself to say the words.

“A dream?”

“A...sex dream.”

“About who?”

“About...Tom.”

“What?”

“I know,” you groaned and put your head in your hands. Zendaya pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. “It’s not funny!”

“I know, I know I’m sorry,” she said, pulling herself together. “What happened?”

“I-I didn’t even know it was a dream at first, he was just in my hotel room and we were talking and then he kissed me again and then-”

“Wait,” Zendaya cut you off. “Again? Tom...kissed you? In real life?” You froze, realizing you’d slipped. Your expression must’ve given you away because Z’s eyes went wide and she grabbed your wrist excitedly. “Y/n!”

“It wasn’t like that! I think. He didn’t mean it-I don’t know it’s confusing.”

“Clearly. Okay wait, wait, your dream. What happened in your dream?”

“Right,” you inhaled deeply, trying to clear your head. “He kissed me again and then he...took off my shirt and my...ummder,” you mumbled the last part.

“Your what?” She grinned, obviously loving this.

“You know what!” Your cheeks were positively on fire, but getting it all off your chest was starting to feel good. “And then he, you know.”

Zendaya waited for you to elaborate. “He what?”

“You know,” you hissed and put your tongue in between your fingers to demonstrate.

“He ate you out?”

“In my dream!” you reminded her.

“Did you, you know?” she asked with a smirk.

“Almost, but no.”

“Damn. What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, people have sex dreams about their bosses all the time, right?”

“I guess, but your boss has also kissed you.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Do you think maybe your subconscious was giving you what you really wanted?”

It wasn’t what you’d wanted to hear, but Zendaya had a point. But before you could even process what she’d said yourself, you felt a tap on your shoulder and whipped around. Behind you, was another production standing in the rain and you instantly wondered how much she’d overheard.

“What?” you asked, wanting her to get to the point as fast as possible. Clearly she had something important to tell you if she came all the way over here, but she was hesitating, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment.

“Um, sorry to interrupt, but we kind of need to use channel three.”

“What?” you repeated, even more confused.

“The radios, we need to use channel three, but we haven’t been able to because your headset is, um, in use on that channel.”

Still confused, you looked down at the wiring on your headset and realized the speaking button had gotten stuck from when you told whoever that you’d pass the message on to Tom, meaning the whole production crew had just heard the entirety of what you’d just said. Every production assistant, manager, director had heard about the wet dream you’d had about your boss. Including Harrison.

Without another word you thrust the umbrella into Zendaya’s hands and took off at a sprint, not even sure where you’d be able to find Haz.

He wasn’t that hard to locate, as it turned out. You found him right where he’d been earlier, standing where the actors marks were on his phone. He looked up when he heard you run up, unfazed.

“Haz,” you panted, “did you-”

“Hear all of that? Yeah. Kind of wish I hadn’t,” he said coldly.

You were thrown off for a second. You’d expected him to joke with you, tease you about accidentally telling at least fifty people about your sex dream, but you were met with hostility instead.

“Please,” you begged. “Please don’t tell Tom.”

“How do you know someone else won’t?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t. But he can’t hear it from his best friend. Please. Promise me?”

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shesgayfor · 6 years ago

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Teenage Wonders

Summary: Reader is the newest teenage avenger just like Peter, and has to get braces on because dental hygiene is still important as an Avenger. Steve, who acts as a parental figure to reader, brings her. Stucky. We’re also pretending Tony lives after the new snap because, fuck that.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader [she/her], Peter. Mentions of Bucky, Tony, Natasha, Carol, and Bruce.

TW: Dental, Dentist tools/talk, Anxiety

“Y/N, please open the door so we can go. I really don’t want to have to send Vision in to get you.” You heard Steve speak to you through the door.

“Why do I need them? I’m an Avenger fighting bad guys, having metal in my mouth will make everything so much harder.” You fought back.

“I understand that, but you have been complaining about your teeth the past few months, and they can really help you out.” Steve replied.

You knew Steve was right, you did hate your teeth. You had a gap in the front, and it caused you issues when smiling. The back few were also overlapping weird in your mouth, making it hard to eat certain foods. You were just afraid of how you’d look with them on, not to mention the entire team would constantly make fun of you, especially Tony. You didn’t want to deal with that.

You opened the door slowly, to reveal Steve and Bucky standing at your doorway, staring you down.

Steve and Bucky were like the parents you never had, and them finally confessing their love to each other years ago made it easier to look up to them, together. Watching healthy romantic relationships will shape the way you see relationships in the future, and you have Steve and Bucky to thank.

“...Dads.” You said to them.

They looked at each other and smiled. Everyone knew it was a joke, but it made Bucky and Steve happy to hear that.

Bucky planted a kiss on Steve before saying “you got this Y/N? Or do you want me to accompany you as well?”

“I think I should be okay with Steve. Besides, you and the team have that thing you gotta do, don’t worry about me.” Bucky’s lips curled into a smile as he agreed and walked off, leaving you and Steve together, preparing for the day ahead of you.

Steve put his strong arms around you pulling your nervous self into his tall figure. “Ready?” You looked up at him with sad eyes, to only agree and head to the dentist to get your braces on.

You and Steve sat in the waiting room, waiting for your name to get called. Steve grabbed a magazine next to him, and you just sat there still as a board, unable to move. Steve noticed your nervousness and put the magazine down to look at you.

“What’s going on?” His eyebrows looked calm and his eyes were concerned, but understanding. Steve appeared to be an emotionless robot a lot of the time, but you knew how kind and understanding he was out of everyone on the team. You hesitated before finally spitting out what thoughts you’ve been thinking the past week were.

“Well, for one the thought of metal sitting on my teeth is just weird. Like I know I’ve dealt with aliens throwing metal at me but like, this is different somehow. Is it gonna hurt? And I know everyone’s gonna make fun of me, you saw the way they treated Peter when he had them on too. Tony especially oh my god I’m not gonna hear the end of it from him.” You said it all so fast you literally ran out of breath.

Steve nodded, acknowledging he understood your concerns. He let out a small smile, before looking at you saying “I’ll deal with Tony, yeah? I won’t let him say anything to you, and if he does I’ll punish him.”

You let out a tiny smile, feeling cared for by Steve.

“As for metal on your teeth? I know it’s a weird thing. Braces and all this wasn’t a thing when I was a kid, in the 20/30’s. We’ve come a long way, and therefore the advanced technology will make it safe and comfortable as possible, yeah?” Steve reassured you.

“I hope.” You replied.

“Y/N?” A woman in purple scrubs called out.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath.

Steve grabbed your hand and lead you to the back, into one of the rooms they had set up. You took a seat in the upright sitting chair, that just looked horrible to you. Steve grabbed a seat right next to you, still holding your hand.

“Hi Y/N, how are we doing today?” The same woman in purple scrubs asked.

“Uh, fine.” You replied hastily.

She smiled at you and Steve, and began to describe what was going to happen during the appointment.

Steve chimed in to ask a question, “Does this process hurt at all? Will she be in any pain?”

“Not at all,” the woman replied, “there’s no drills or anything of the sort. It is slightly uncomfortable the days following having the braces on, but the initial part does not hurt.” She reassured. Steve nodded and flashed a tiny smile your way. You forced a smile back his way, but it was clear you still looked nervous.

“Okay! I am going to start by cleaning and then drying your teeth, and the dentist will come in and finish the rest of the process. Sound good?” She stood in front of you explaining. You nodded in agreement, and laid down in the chair ready to accept your fate.

The woman in purple scrubs laid back the chair bringing you to a 160 degree angle. You felt at ease as Steve continued to hold you hand. There was no reason for you to be so nervous, but you were and it was killing you. The woman pulled out a mouth device that looked like a weird shaped circle.

“So this is going to hold open your mouth so that I can see all of your teeth.” The woman told you.

Steve looked at it with confusion, not understanding how something that looked like that would fit into someones mouth.

“Okay, open please!”

You did as instructed. The woman put her gloved hands to fit the device into your mouth, adjusting it until it was in the right position. Steve looked wide eyed at your mouth, baffled that this was a thing. The device was properly placed, and the woman began to clean your teeth as she said she would. This part was painless, but you felt embarrassed in front of Steve, but you knew he didn’t actually care or have judgement towards you.

She finished up her cleaning, and began to dry the teeth so that the braces could be put on. Moments later she was all done with her part.

“Okay! This part is finished. I will go grab the dentist who will be the one putting your braces on, I put a tongue guard in your mouth so that the teeth stay dry. I apologize that it is uncomfortable, but are you in any pain?” The concerned hygienist asked you.

You shook your head no, because you were not in any pain thankfully.

“Great. The dentist will be in shortly.” The hygienist left the room leaving you and Steve alone for a bit.

Steve brought his face to yours, and you felt relaxed just by looking at him.

“Doing okay?” He asked you.

You weren’t able to talk, with the tongue blocker in your mouth and all, so you nodded at him. He let out a comforting smile, and nodded back at you.

“I think if I was a kid in this century, I probably would have gotten braces too before I became a super soldier.” Steve started. “My teeth weren’t straight by any means, but unfortunately dentistry wasn’t as enhanced as it was now, therefore there was nothing anyone could do. After the serum though, they all of a sudden were ridiculously straight and fixed, I was so baffled. Even Bucky noticed when we finally reunited 80 years later” he laughed at this comment, “which was cool.”

“I ‘ish I ‘ould ‘ave ‘ome of the ‘erum.” You tried to get out.

Steve laughed. “I know. But hey, you’re going to have straight perfect teeth like me in a few years, we’ll be twinning.” He was smiling big at this point. You always loved Steve’s smile, and the thought of you having a similar smile made you happy.

Moments later the dentist approached with a handful of tools and equipment.

“Hey everyone, I’m Dr. Blu, but you can just call me Anna!”

“Hey Anna, I’m Steve and this is Y/N.”

She laughed before explaining she knew who both of you were, and not because of the patient file.

“So I’m going to start putting the braces on now, okay? This part is painless, it’s just application with some glue involved, nothing else.” She reassured you. You nodded at her comment, and the dentist began her process. Steve watched the entire thing, amazed by the process.

“You ever have braces Mr. Rogers?” The dentist tried to start a conversation.

He laughed, “No, and we were just talking about that. I told her how after I became a super soldier, my teeth straightened themselves and became what they are now. Before all that, I feel I definitely would have needed them because they were all over the place.”

Anna laughed, “That’s incredible, because I was going to compliment you on them, they’re very straight.”

“Oh wow thank you! Yeah it was more of a miracle.” He joked.

The dentist began putting on the braces on each tooth, and you could feel it, but it didn't hurt. A while later, your entire mouth was filled with metal. You felt as the dentist attached a wire to each of them, finished up putting them on. She did the final touches before finally concluding the process.

“Okay, you are all done!” The dentist spoke as she removed the device from your mouth. You ran your tongue over your teeth, feeling metal squares everywhere. Steve was still looking at you comfortingly while holding your hand. He smiled at you when you met eyes. You smiled back, showing your new set of braces.

“They look cool Y/N.” Steve tried to make you feel better.

“I doubt it, but thanks.” You laughed back.

You were back at the Avengers tower with Steve, and you were nervous about facing everyone now with a mouth full of metal. You were walking in as Peter swung past you, webbing himself everywhere.

“Hey Y/N!” Peter yelled as he was flying around everywhere.

“Hi Peter.” You replied.

You were met with Bucky as he greeted you with a big hug.

“Let me see.” Bucky said with a huge smile. You knew he wouldn’t make fun of you like Steve, so you were comfortable bearing your teeth.

“Damn Y/N, you hold so much power with those on now. I’m a little intimidated you might be the most powerful avenger now.” He was doing his best to make you feel better.

“I’ll never be Carol.” You laughed at his comment, and Steve and Bucky both shrugged.

The three of you made your way to the kitchen, where Tony, Natasha, Carol and Bruce were all mingling. They all stopped talking when they saw you all walk in.

“Hey guys,” looking at Steve and yourself, “where you been?” Tony asked.

You looked at Steve with pleading, worried eyes. You knew it was coming, everyone was going to make fun. You knew Steve could only do so much, so you had to get ready for it.

“I took her to the dentist,” Steve started. You placed your arm across his chest as an attempt to stop him from talking, so that you could.

“I got my braces on.” You bared your teeth to everyone to show them. Steve looked at you confused, but you just shrugged.

“Awe Y/N you look so cute.” Nat said to you.

“They look good Y/N, you're gonna have amazing teeth after it’s done.” Bruce reassured you.

Carol, your mother figure, and the person you admire the most out of everyone on the team, gave you a reassuring nod.

“Oh my god Y/N, where do I start.” Tony was about to take a sip of his drink when Carol zapped the cup with her hands, making the water explode all over him.

“Say something Tony, I dare you.” Carol sternly said to Tony.

Steve and Bucky put their hands over their mouths trying not to laugh. You did the same. Ever since Carol showed up many years later, her and Tony have had an interesting relationship. Tony was always the “one in charge” with the Avengers, since he has all the money and is the one who funded the Avengers tower. But Carol is, the most powerful one of them all and has asserted a certain power in the group, and is highly respected by everyone, with her and Tony having a back and forth thing.

Tony put his hands up as a surrender, “Okay I won’t say anything my god. Y/N you look great.”

You gave him a dirty look as Carol walked over to hug you. Her and Steve looked out for you, and you were grateful for them both.

“How’d it go?” Carol asked you and Steve.

“She did amazing. No issues at all.” Steve told Carol.

Carol smiled at that comment, looking down at you gleefully. You nodded at Steve’s comment, assuring Carol everything went well.

“You’re gonna be ten times more powerful after these are off, because you’ll show up to the battles with those perfect teeth that enemies won’t even want to fight us, they’ll just surrender immediately.” Carol spoke to you.

You laughed at her comment. “Right.” You replied with a grin.

“Thanks for taking her Steve. I know I was supposed to but, you know that superhero life sometimes be in the way.” Carol told Steve.

“Not a problem! It was cool to watch the process of how braces are put on. Something I’d never would have seen in my older days.” Steve explained.

“Yeah true, it’s interesting to watch.” Carol responded.

“Did you ever have braces, Carol?” You asked.

“From what I remember about my childhood, I think I did.” Carol replied.

Steve interjected “Wait really?”

Carol’s face became relaxed. “Oh yeah, the 80/90’s was a revelational point for dental advancements, everyone had them who could afford them. I came across a box of pictures of me from like middle school and I had them on in a few pictures.” She smiled towards you. “Only the best come from improvements.” Carol whispered to you.

“Thanks Carol.” You replied pulling her in for a hug.

“Don’t sweat it, they only hurt for a bit, then you’ll be brand new.” Carol told you.

“Y/N!” You heard being called to you from behind. It was Peter, and he had just realized what was going on.

“You finally got them! Let me see let me see!” Peter exclaimed as he walked fast towards you.

You groaned and showed him your braces. “That’s what I’m talking about! Braces buddies!” He put his hand up to high five you, but you just looked at him with annoyance.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “They do look good though.”

“Thanks Peter, I’m not really a fan of them.” You replied.

Peter was a year older than you, and you guys were best friends. He joined before you, and he made you feel welcome and comfortable when you joined. Months went on when Peter confessed to you that he has romantic feelings for you. You knew you liked girls, so you had to gently let him down because it wasn’t going to happen. He happily backed off, to become your best friend and biggest supporter. You were like siblings, either fighting or getting along really well.

“I know Y/N, but it’ll be over soon. And then you and I will have the straightest teeth of the Avengers.” Peter tried whispering to you.

“Hey,” Steve interjected, “don’t forget about me.”

Everyone laughed, and headed back into the kitchen to sit around and chat, being the loving family that they all are.

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osakaso5 · 6 years ago

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IDOLiSH7 End Of Year Story 2018: Friends Scene!

A Peaceful Intermission Part 1: Friends Scene!

Part 2

Staff: Good work! We're all done!

Mitsuki Izumi: Good work!

Yamato Nikaido: Good work.

Nagi Rokuya: Good work! OH! What is wrong with Tamaki? He is still sitting down.

Sogo Osaka: It seems he fell asleep while we were on standby. I was wondering why he was being so quiet... Tamaki-kun, Tamaki-kun.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Snooze...

Sogo Osaka: This is bad... Everyone, go on ahead. I'll carry him after you.

Yamato Nikaido: No way.

Mitsuki Izumi: You can't carry someone of Tamaki's size.

Sogo Osaka: It's easier than you'd think. Tamaki-kun's center of gravity is right here around his shoulder and back, so if I prop him up from there and walk, his right leg will move on its own...

Nagi Rokuya: Hm... You talk like a mechanic.

Riku Nanase: Good job, everyone!

Nagi Rokuya: OH! Riku, Iori.

Iori Izumi: Good work. Is Yotsuba-san not waking up?

Sogo Osaka: That's right... How do you help him move around when he's like this at school?

Iori Izumi: I just leave him be.

Riku Nanase: Leave this to me! Ta-ma-ki! Wake up!

Riku Nanase: If we don't hurry back, we won't be able to go on a shrine visit!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Shrine visit...

Mitsuki Izumi: Ah, he's awake.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I went to a shrine.

Riku Nanase: Huh!? All by yourself? But we said we'd all go together!

Tamaki Yotsuba: No. Just now. In my dream.

Riku Nanase: Oh, in your dream. In that case, it's OK!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yay!

Yamato Nikaido: What is this conversation... Come on, let's go.

Tamaki Yotsuba: What about the shoot?

Sogo Osaka: The others are done with their shoots, too.

Iori Izumi: You must've missed it, since you were asleep. Nanase-san's first...

Riku Nanase: You don't have to tell him!

Tamaki Yotsuba: His first what?

Iori Izumi: You'll see when the show is broadcast.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I wanna know!

Riku Nanase: Do you think they'll keep it in?

Iori Izumi: They definitely will.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? What is it!?

Nagi Rokuya: Riku tripped over his own feet.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, so the usual.

Iori Izumi: The usual, indeed.

Riku Nanase: It's not usual!

Tamaki Yotsuba: But it was his first fall of the year, right? We should celebrate it.

Iori Izumi: Should we really?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Rikkun, happy New Year!

Riku Nanase: Huh? Happy New Year!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha. How many times are you gonna keep wishing each other a happy New Year? You've been doing it since morning.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Until I'm no longer in the New Year's spirit!

Sogo Osaka: We finally have the time to be able to visit a shrine together.

Nagi Rokuya: OH! I cannot wait for our first shrine visit of the year! The lion dance, the fortune slips, the temple festival, offering our prayers!

Mitsuki Izumi: It's already pretty late, so I don't think we'll get to see the lion dance or go to a temple festival, though?

Nagi Rokuya: OH! My New Year's spirit will not be sated until I see the lion dance and a temple festival!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Same here!

Riku Nanase: Mine neither, I guess!?

Iori Izumi: Please stop complaining over such strange things.

Yamato Nikaido: But we can still draw fortunes and pray at the shrine, can't we? We'll just stand out if we go during the day.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh...

Sogo Osaka: We can't go to a temple festival, but we can buy takoyaki from the store on our way back. As long as you get to eat it, does it really matter where it came from?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You don't get it, So-chan!

Nagi Rokuya: OH... I wanted to see the lion dance...

Riku Nanase: Nagi, I can show you a lion dance!

Nagi Rokuya: OH! But how...

Riku Nanase: Look! Lion dance!

Iori Izumi: Uhiyaaagh!?

Iori Izumi: What are you doing, Nanase-san!? Don't cling to my back like that!

Riku Nanase: Iori, do the mouth part of the lion dance! Flap your arms, and try to bit Nagi's head with them. He'll get a blessing that way!

Iori Izumi: Nanase-san! You're always too sudden to do these things!

Riku Nanase: Dear Iori Izumi. Please do the mouth part for our lion dance. Sincerely, Riku Nanase. Happy New Year.

Iori Izumi: Saying it slowly a second time won't do you any good! I will not participate in anything so childish. Now, get off me.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Iorin, stop complaining over strange stuff.

Iori Izumi: My complaints are perfectly reasonable!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha! In that case, I'll do the head part! Iori, get behind me!

Iori Izumi: What...

Mitsuki Izumi: Come on!

Iori Izumi: A-alright... Well then, here I go, Nii-san.

Iori Izumi: .........

Mitsuki Izumi: Are you holding on?

Iori Izumi: I am!

Mitsuki Izumi: Okay!

Mitsuki Izumi: Look, Nagi! It's the lion dance~!

Nagi Rokuya: OH! The lion dance is here! Hey, c'mon! Lion dance!

Mitsuki Izumi: Any crying kids here~?

Nagi Rokuya: No! Don't cry! Keep smiling!

Yamato Nikaido: Isn't this starting to get mixed up with some other dance (1)..?

Iori Izumi: N-Nii-san, you're skipping around too much...

Riku Nanase: Ahaha! Mitsuki's lion dances a lot!

Staff: Ahaha! IDOLiSH7 is doing something again!

Staff: They're so cheerful. Even when the cameras aren't rolling, they're always having fun.

Mitsuki Izumi: Come, Nagi! Gimme your head so I can chomp down on it real good!

Nagi Rokuya: But my head is already right here? You may bite me whenever you wish.

Mitsuki Izumi: I mean lower it!

Nagi Rokuya: OH! Sorry!

Mitsuki Izumi: Roooar!!

Nagi Rokuya: WHOOOO! I was bitten!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Bite Rikkun, too! It's supposed to give you good health, right!

Riku Nanase: Okay! Then you need to come be the body, Tamaki!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Alright, I'm making my body debut!

Yamato Nikaido: That's not a phrase I've heard before.

Sogo Osaka: It's the New Year, so new experiences should bring good luck.

Nagi Rokuya: In that case, I will make my debut as the lion's head! Mitsuki, grab on to me!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha, sure! Make sure to bite Riku!

Iori Izumi: Huh? All of a sudden, we have a new head?

Sogo Osaka: That's a common occurrence in business, too.

Nagi Rokuya: Groowl!

Yamato Nikaido: And what a wild head he is.

Nagi Rokuya: Riku, prepare yourself! It is the end of the line for you!

Riku Nanase: H-help..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Rikkun's in danger! This is a huge pinch!

Sogo Osaka: Is it?

Iori Izumi: What happened to the good health you were supposed to give? Just bite him already.

Nagi Rokuya: Chomp chomp!

Riku Nanase: I got eaten..!

IDOLiSH7: ........

Mitsuki Izumi: There! Now you're healthy!

Riku Nanase: I'm healthy!

Nagi Rokuya: And I got to see a lion dance!

Yamato Nikaido: Good for you.

Iori Izumi: Yotsuba-san! You were trying to put your hands on my sides amidst the chaos, weren't you!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hehe. You noticed?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Everyone, good work!

Sogo Osaka: Manager, good work.

Tsumugi Takanashi: You seem to be having a lot of fun, lined up like that! What were you doing?

Sogo Osaka: Um, Nagi-kun wanted to see a lion dance, so Riku-kun said he'd be the lion...

Yamato Nikaido: Just fooling around, as usual. They got a little excited since we'll finally get to go on a shrine visit.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I see! Well then, let's return to the office for a bit, and leave for the shrine right after!

Mitsuki Izumi: I hear Banri-san and the president will be coming, too?

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's nighttime, and some of you are still minors, so it's best to have some guardians with you...

Tsumugi Takanashi: But they said they'd follow you from afar, so as to not bother you!

Mitsuki Izumi: That just sounds scary...

Sogo Osaka: Apparently it's a god of entertainment. Since it's so late, we need to be quiet.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So we can't ring the big bell? Isn't that kinda boring?

Sogo Osaka: It'll be fun.

Sogo Osaka: As long as we're with the others, it'll be fun even if we have to stay quiet. And even a quiet prayer should reach the god.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, what are you gonna wish for?

Sogo Osaka: I thought you weren't supposed to tell other people your wishes?

Mitsuki Izumi: I've heard that, too. That'll be our rule this year.

Yamato Nikaido: Well, it's not like I'd go around telling my wishes to people, anyway.

Nagi Rokuya: You are just shy, Yamato. I know what you wish for, even if you refuse to tell me.

Yamato Nikaido: What?

Nagi Rokuya: ...I want these guys to have a safe year...

Riku Nanase: Nagi, that sounded just like Yamato-san!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah! You've gotten even better at imitating him than me!

Yamato Nikaido: Stop doing impressions of me! Geez, you guys have picked up some creepy games to play... Come on, let's go.

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha. You look so embarrassed. Manager, what about them?

Tsumugi Takanashi: I've contacted them! Their schedules should be open!

Mitsuki Izumi: I see, that's great!

Nagi Rokuya: It is not. We made a promise to collect the complete set of coasters from that collaboration café...

Mitsuki Izumi: We can do that some other time! If all of us go there together, we'll just cause the shop trouble, y'know?

Nagi Rokuya: Hm... I suppose so.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Well then, everyone get in the car!

IDOLiSH7: Yes!

- - - -

Staff: Good work today.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah. Good work.

Minami Natsume: That ended sooner than I thought.

Toma Inumaru: Right! We had a busy New Year, but it looks like we'll be free for tonight.

Torao Mido: Right. Even I don't have plans tonight.

Haruka Isumi: Me neither.

Minami Natsume: Neither do I. What about you, Inumaru-san?

Toma Inumaru: Me? I thought I'd go home and drink beer while watching all the New Year's shows I taped.

Toma Inumaru: Also, write New Year's cards! I got some from people I haven't sent anything to. So I'd like to get that done within the first week of January.

Haruka, Torao, and Minami: ........

Haruka, Torao, and Minami: Hmph...

Toma Inumaru: What's with the reaction!? Why do you guys have to glare at me!?

Torao Mido: No reason. Good job today.

Haruka Isumi: Good job.

Minami Natsume: Good work.

Toma Inumaru: Y-yeah. Good job...

Toma Inumaru: ........

Toma Inumaru: ...What the hell. It's the New Year, and they're already acting all moody...

Toma Inumaru: Oh, well. I wonder what snacks I should get on the way back. Since it's the New Year, maybe I should really treat myself...

Haruka Isumi: Shrine visit...

Toma Inumaru: Whoa, you startled me! When did you get there, Haru!?

Haruka Isumi: You said you wanted to go on a shrine visit with us.

Toma Inumaru: Huh..?

Haruka Isumi: We won't have a better chance than tonight.

Toma Inumaru: Huh? Ah... You guys wanted to go tonight?

Haruka Isumi: Not really. It's just that you said you wanted to go. And we're not busy tonight.

Toma Inumaru: Really? But that'll be possible until the end of the month...

Haruka Isumi: You need to do the first shrine visit of the year within the first week of January. Or are you one of those people who only cares about New Year's cards? Are you?

Toma Inumaru: Not exactly... So, are you telling me that Tora and Mina were waiting for me to invite them, too?

Haruka Isumi: I dunno.

Toma Inumaru: You guys can be such a pain in the ass... You should've just asked me yourselves, instead of waiting for me to invite you.

Minami Natsume: Inumaru-san.

Toma Inumaru: W-whoa... You surprised me! You guys are already done changing, Mina and Tora?

Minami Natsume: Fufu. As much of a pain as we can be, we're quick at getting changed.

Toma Inumaru: So you heard that...

Torao Mido: Minami and I just happened to be free tonight. We're gonna have dinner at a hotel.

Haruka Isumi: That sounds great!

Torao Mido: You can join us if you want, Haruka. After that, maybe we can go find a shrine and do whatever.

Toma Inumaru: You mean a shrine visit.

Torao Mido: Didn't you have some important New Year's cards to write?

Toma Inumaru: ...I'm not falling for that every time. You want me to come with you, right? Give me a proper invite.

Torao Mido: ......... Not really...

Haruka Isumi: We weren't gonna...

Minami Natsume: New Year's cards are an important aspect of Japanese culture, after all.

Toma Inumaru: Can't you just admit that you wanna go together!? I bet it'll be really fun!

Toma Inumaru: A lot happened this past year... So let's go to a shrine and pray for a good new year together.

Torao Mido: ........

Torao Mido: I'm not going to invite you. You're the one who talked about this in the first place. So you need to say that you want to go.

Toma Inumaru: Listen...

Torao Mido: Why did you forget? We were waiting for you to bring it up.

Toma Inumaru: .......

Torao Mido: Stop being so impulsive. We're sick of dealing with your whims.

Torao Mido: If even you're full of shit, we won't have anything to believe in.

Toma Inumaru: Tora...

Minami Natsume: I think that's enough. If we dawdle, our free time will be over.

Minami Natsume: I've had enough of wasting time with needless stubbornness, too. I've learned that lesson the hard way.

Minami Natsume: Mido-san. Your expectations for other people are too high, as well.

Torao Mido: Minami...

Toma Inumaru: ...Sorry. I wasn't trying to string you guys along. And I didn't forget.

Toma Inumaru: I'm just bad at planning ahead. I thought we could go once things settled down...

Toma Inumaru: But you guys need to talk to me too, y'know. Sometimes, it makes me feel lonely when I'm the only one taking the lead and getting excited for something.

Toma Inumaru: If you're looking forward to something too, then just say it. That'll be enough to make me jump with joy. Because that way, I can actually get into the preparations!

Torao Mido: ........

Torao Mido: I wasn't looking forward to this, really.

Toma Inumaru: ...Oh, I see! Then don't come, stupid!!

Torao Mido: Wha...

Toma Inumaru: Haru, Mina, let's go.

Haruka Isumi: G-go where?

Toma Inumaru: The shrine.

Minami Natsume: What about Mido-san?

Toma Inumaru: Who cares. Haru, Mina, let's draw fortunes. I hope we get good ones.

Haruka Isumi: Wait, this isn't gonna work! Torao won't be able to say that he wants to come with us!

Minami Natsume: I think so, too...

Toma Inumaru: Shut up! That guy keeps making us walk on eggshells around him, despite being the oldest! He oughta learn some humility for once!

Torao Mido: .......

Haruka Isumi: ...He's staring at us! Hey, just go ask him!

Toma Inumaru: I just did, didn't I!? Why do I have to give in to him every single time!?

Minami Natsume: Because that's something only you can do, Inumaru-san.

Toma Inumaru: ...Only me?

Minami Natsume: Yes. I do feel apologetic for depending on you so much, but...

Minami Natsume: Isumi-san, Mido-san, and I are still too afraid of rejection, because we're not as strong as you.

Minami Natsume: We still can't shake the worry that we might be ridiculed and abandoned.

Toma Inumaru: ....... Dumbass. I'm like that, too.

Minami Natsume: I'm sorry.

Toma Inumaru: Haha, it's fine. Well, I guess I've got no choice...

Toma Inumaru: Tora. I'm begging you. Won't you come with us?

Torao Mido: ........

Torao Mido: I don't want to.

Toma Inumaru: Why you..!! You're making this harder than it needs to be, asshole! Now's the time for you to agree!

Torao Mido: You said you were leaving me behind earlier.

Toma Inumaru: And I just took it back! Live in the moment, why won't you!!

Haruka Isumi: Geez, what a pain... We're taking too long to even leave. I'm done hanging out with you guys in my free time.

Toma Inumaru: Haru! Not you, too...

Haruka Isumi: So, let's make this work. I'll hire you guys.

Toma Inumaru: Work?

Minami Natsume: You'll be our employer?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah. You guys will follow me, and play with me. I'll entertain you the whole night.

Torao Mido: What's your margin?

Haruka Isumi: Payment upon completion. You got a problem with that?

Toma Inumaru: Haha... Nope.

Minami Natsume: Not at all.

Torao Mido: Hmph. Fine.

Haruka Isumi: Hehe! Then it's settled! Hey, have you decided which shrine we'll go to?

Minami Natsume: I'll show you my shrine of choice. Their amulets are lovely.

Minami Natsume: Truthfully, I wasn't sure whether to do a shrine visit this year... But thanks to all of you, I've somewhat gotten into the mood for it.

Toma Inumaru: I see... I'm happy to hear that.

Haruka Isumi: What shrine is it? Do you think we can we get cotton candy and candy apples there?

Toma Inumaru: Don't you think the food stalls will be closed by now?

Haruka Isumi: Huh? But I wanted to eat some...

Torao Mido: If it's apple-flavored candies you want, you can get them anywhere. Just buy some at a convenience store.

Haruka Isumi: They're not sold in convenience stores. They're whole apples that have been turned into a candy. They're so big that it's hard to walk around with one.

Toma Inumaru: That's right. And they stain your tongue red.

Minami Natsume: It's also very easy for the stick to come loose.

Torao Mido: So it's nothing but demerits. Why would you want something like that?

Haruka Isumi: Because it's so much trouble, and you can't get it at the store. Convenient and nice things are so outdated.

Haruka Isumi: I want something that's time-consuming, a huge pain in the ass, and hard to find. The same goes for me, and you guys, and this new year.

Haruka Isumi: Something that's hard to carry and sticks all over my hands is way better than gum that I can just chew on and spit out.

Torao Mido: Haha... I guess so.

Minami Natsume: Well then, as soon as we find candy apples, let's walk around with them.

Toma Inumaru: And stain our mouths red.

Haruka Isumi: Why not?

Haruka Isumi: Alright. Let's go.

- - - -

Riku Nanase: I'm back!

Mitsuki Izumi: Welcome back!

Riku Nanase: Ahaha, but you came in with me!

Mitsuki Izumi: But it's nice to get a response, isn't it?

Riku Nanase: Yeah! Welcome back!

Iori Izumi: Nanase-san, don't leave your coat on the sofa. And Yotsuba-san, put your socks back on.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah! Coming back to the dorm makes me wanna lie around!

Sogo Osaka: We have to leave soon, Tamaki-kun. If you sleep right before going out in the cold, you'll get sick, you know?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, by the way. Did we buy lozenges?

Yamato Nikaido: Lozenges? Does your throat hurt?

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan was feeling a little sick. Right?

Sogo Osaka: I'm fine. Manager bought me troches, and I got better right away.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Really?

Sogo Osaka: Yeah.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Say "aah". If that thing's red, it's bad. What was it called again, the vulv... (2)

Sogo Osaka: That would be the uvula, Tamaki-kun.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Was it? Show me.

Sogo Osaka: ........ Let's do that later. After I've brushed my teeth...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Why? Did you gt chocolate stuck on them? Did you eat some without telling me?

Nagi Rokuya: Sogo. Please get well soon. This year is much colder than the last year that ended a few days ago.

Sogo Osaka: But it's not any colder than Northmare, is it? You're good at handling the winter, Nagi-kun.

Nagi Rokuya: It is my season, after all. The air is clear, the stars are easy to see, and sometimes, the streets become covered in white.

Nagi Rokuya: And, women seeking warmth leap into my arms...

Yamato Nikaido: In the end, that's what you really care about.

Riku Nanase: I wonder when we're leaving for the shrine. What did our manager say?

Iori Izumi: She'll let us know once they contact her.

Mitsuki Izumi: Let's watch TV until then. Here we go.

Nagi Rokuya: OH! It is the show we appeared on!

Riku Nanase: You're right! We're singing our new song!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Here! After this part, I almost bumped into Nagicchi.

Mitsuki Izumi: It was pretty narrow there, after all. We had to make those sudden turns, too. I wonder if that got caught on camera?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I think so! We didn't crash, but we almost burst out laughing.

Nagi Rokuya: It was indeed very dangerous.

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's because you dodged by lifting your hands like you touched something hot.

Nagi Rokuya: You also avoided me like you had just stepped on a cat's tail.

Riku Nanase: Wow, I wanna see! Is it coming?

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's right after this... Ah...

Riku Nanase: It's Yamato-san!

Mitsuki Izumi: Yamato-san's making a cool face!

Yamato Nikaido: Whoa...

Iori Izumi: It seems the cameras were more focused on a closeup of our leader.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey, Yama-saaan...

Yamato Nikaido: What!? I didn't do anything.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You're so cool!

Yamato Nikaido: Wait, that's what you meant!? Haha. Thanks!

Sogo Osaka: Ah...

Riku Nanase: Ah..!

Iori Izumi: .......!

Riku Nanase: Holy cow..! Wasn't Mitsuki cool just now!?

Mitsuki Izumi: W-wasn't I!?

Yamato Nikaido: Ahaha. What are you getting all flustered for?

Nagi Rokuya: Fantastic! The camera work and your fanservice matched up with a perfect timing!

Sogo Osaka: I couldn't help making a noise. Mitsuki-san's very cool when he acts all mature.

Mitsuki Izumi: Sogo.

Sogo Osaka: Yes.

Mitsuki Izumi: I love you, man.

Sogo Osaka: Ugh..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: You're right. You did make a noise.

Yamato Nikaido: Oh, it's almost time for our center's turn.

Riku Nanase: Aaah... When you all stare at me like that, I get kind of nervous..!

Iori Izumi: What do you have to say about your performance?

Riku Nanase: Huh!? I think I did fine...

Tamaki Yotsuba: There he is..!

Nagi Rokuya: OH! Riku..!

Mitsuki Izumi: Riku! You're so cool!

Yamato Nikaido: Riku-kun! You're so cute!!

Riku Nanase: Thank you! Thank you, everyone..!

Iori Izumi: You don't need to wave your hands.

Iori Izumi: ........

Iori Izumi: Fufu... I suppose it's fine.

Iori Izumi: IDOLiSH7 will change the world again this year.

Door opens

Tsumugi Takanashi: Everyone, good work!

Riku Nanase: Manager!

Tsumugi Takanashi: They contacted me! Let's get going!

IDOLiSH7: Yeah...

To be continued...

Translator’s notes..?

1) the phrase “are there any crying kids here” is a part of the namahage dance, not the new year’s lion dance

2) tamaki was originally attempting to say のどちんこ, which is a japanese slang term for the uvula that literally translates to ‘throat dick’

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xialing-gf · 6 years ago

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for the greater good (theseus x reader): chapter 3

requested by anonymous: could you make an imagine with Theseus Scamander where the reader’s an undercover Auror on Grindelwald’s side and her cover is blown when the Aurors try to arrest Grindelwald?

wc: 2208

search the tag #samfb for previous chapters!

The following events were experienced through an uncomforting haze as you felt too numb to properly process anything. Voices piled on top of each other like bricks stacking to form a solid wall. Nothing seemed real; the pain in your heart made you wonder how you weren’t bleeding into your hands yet. You had risked everything, even though you had nothing left, for Grindelwald and it was hard to believe he had just thrown you away as if you were a disposable straw.

The haze seemed to drift away once you were thrown into the corner of a cold, grey cell. The cool walls pressed against your skin and reminded you that you were still alive, even if you had seemingly died inside. Memories of your brother and life before his death replayed in your head almost teasingly, as if reminding you that a perfect life had been lived only a couple years ago.

“Hey,” A soft voice floated through the cold air causing you to slowly glance up to meet Newt Scamander’s eyes. You almost chuckled at the irony of the entire situation; you were now in the position Credence had been in and Newt was in yours. “The guards let me in. Told them I was here to check up on you for my brother.”

“Well, there’s no need for you to check up on me. I haven’t tried to escape,” You stood up, almost tripping over your own feet, not used to this level of awareness. Trying to act confident, you stood up straighter, gaining a proper balance on both feet. You tried to look him in the eyes but his eyes reminded you too much of Theseus’.

“You know, you really meant a lot to my brother. I mean, you still do, but you really hurt him,” Newt’s tone had a genuine, caring softness to it that somehow pierced through the tough armor of steel you surrounded yourself with.

“I really do care about him. Initially, he didn’t mean much to me but as I started to get to know him better, I began to care for him. I’m just not used to opening up and feeling raw emotion. The last person I loved…” You trailed off, your brother’s jovial expression appearing in your mind. You weren’t sure if you had been talking loud when you were spilling your past out to Credence but from the look in Newt’s eyes, it seemed like he had heard.

“He blames himself for loving you and it’s tearing him apart on the inside. You have to help him, Y/N. Even I can’t him to talk to me about you, or rather anything. He’s just completely shut everybody out. The only person who can make him open up is you,” Newt hopefully glanced at you, pleading desperation rising in his voice. It seemed like he cared for his brother dearly and wasn’t trying to pull some Ministry tricks on you.

“Alright, I’ll try if I get to talk to him,” You promised, offering the smallest of smiles, causing him to give you a smile signaling his gratefulness towards your willing reply. After Newt left, the cell was empty and cold again, but instead of sulking in the corner, you began pacing around the room, thoughts of Theseus on your mind. You were pulled out of your thoughts abruptly as the door opened and the person you wanted to see entered the room.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Theseus Scamander,” You were stunned at how he treated you like a stranger, but then again, when he entered his posture was rigid, his hand hovering over his pocketed wand. “I’m here to interrogate you. Please refrain from trying to escape. That will only complicate this situation.”

“Did Leta ask you out? I always thought she liked you,” You brought up curtly, causing him to frown slightly at your bluntness. You weren’t jealous, just curious. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous you couldn’t call him yours anymore but you still wanted to find out.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. But I haven’t given her a decisive answer yet,” Theseus stiffly replied, getting ready to start asking questions. Before he could get a word out, you quickly interrupted, “Say yes. It’ll make both you and her happy. You really deserve somebody like her. Somebody who will treat you kindly, care for you, and always be honest. You’ll be happy with her, I’m certain.”

“If you could let me move on to asking questions, that would be absolutely wonderful,” Theseus started, attempting to cover up the crumbling of his rough act, but you cut in again, feeling guilty. You were acting extremely rude but it was the only way you could get him to communicate. “You know, there’s no use for questions. He’s already moving on, changing the location of his meeting place. There is no point in asking me anything; you’re just stalling.”

“You know what? You’re right. I’ve been trying to save you. All the other wizards want you to be executed but I’m trying to convince them not to. I’m trying to keep you alive and it’s all because of what happened between us.”

“I’m sorry for what I did,” You suddenly blurted, feeling an overwhelming need to express your feelings. “I was so scared of love. I hate that all I knew was manipulation. I had shut myself off from the world because of all the hurt and anguish love caused me to feel. But once I met you, I remembered how to feel again. Please don’t blame yourself. Please don’t shut everybody out. It won’t work. I hate to see you feeling this way. I know you have a future and I don’t want you to give up all hope because of what I’ve done to you. I’m so sorry. I will never be able to apologize enough for what I did.”

“It’s hard to forgive you. It hurts. Every night I wonder if you still love me and I can’t stand the pain that I’m feeling,” A teardrop rolled down Theseus’ cheek and you hurried over to his side, enveloping him in a warm hug. You rubbed his back comfortingly as he cried into your shoulder. During all those weeks of dating him, you had never seen him cry. He was always emotionally stable and a thousand knives drove into your heart when you realized what you had done to him caused him to be this way.

As he slowly began to calm down, he sniffled slightly, pulling away as he apologized, “Sorry about this. I really appreciate you being here. It’s so difficult to keep everything to yourself, you know?”

“I know, I know. It’s perfectly normal to feel emotions. I can’t believe I’m the one to say this but pretending to be an emotionless robot is not healthy and does not ever work. People are really judgemental and there’s nothing you can do about it, but talking about emotions to people you trust will keep you going through this hectic world,” You replied soothingly, holding his hand in yours. “You are a wonderful person. Thank you for being here for me. You’ve helped me so it’s about time you had a shoulder to cry on.”

“Thank you. And yeah, the world is quite a mess,” Theseus smiled, causing your heart to jump joyfully, a new sense of hope sparking in your body. You both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, blissfully engaged in the peaceful moment.

A shrill alarm slashed through the serene atmosphere, causing Theseus to jerk back out of your grip unexpectedly. He quickly rushed out the door to hear an Auror shout, “There’s an emergency! Something’s loose on the streets!”

“I have to go. I’m sorry,” Theseus hurriedly gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the cell door. You considered calling after him to stay safe but realized other people might hear and report it which could potentially ruin Theseus’ career. Then, you suddenly realized what the Auror had meant by “something’s loose on the streets!”. Credence had let his inner monster out.

Without wasting any time, you carefully snuck out of the opened cell door Theseus forgot to close in his rush and silently crept down the strangely empty halls. Most of the wizards must’ve left to find the Obscurus. Time was against your side so you burst into a random wizard’s office and stole a wand. Sure, it was going to be difficult to use but you didn’t have time to go search for your wand. You ran out of the doors of the Ministry to find the streets crowded with scattered people frantically trying to get away from the distant roaring menace. Pushing past the onslaughts of muggles running for their lives, you hurried down the streets, trying to gauge Credence’s relative location. Once you saw the looming, dark mass howling in agony above a building, you instantly apparated to its location, your mind churning as you tried to come up with a solution to solve the problem. The Obscurus roared, enraged as it smashed into buildings and swirled around screaming pedestrians. You noted that there were a few wizards, possibly Aurors, in the distance that were observing the chaos, confused about how to calm the situation. Taking a deep breath, you yelled, “Credence!”

The dark mass continued to sway across buildings but it had slowed down, hearing your voice. Quickly, you followed up your shout, “Remember me? I was the person who brought you out of the prison cell from the Ministry. I’m sorry that Grindelwald took you. He can be convincing when he wants to but I know you saw through his act. I’m sorry I brought you into the mouth of the devil.”

The Obscurus gradually shrunk in size and drew closer to you cautiously, continuing to howl in anguish at a smaller volume. Your talking seemed to be working but you had to hurry before the Ministry arrived. “Credence, you are not alone. I’m here for you and I will always be here for you.”

As those words were stated, you were dragged into memories of you attempting to calm your brother when he was stuck in that form. Every step you took closer to Credence was a step into your memories. The words continued to tumble through your lips as you looked up to the receding Obscurus, “You have a future ahead of you. Don’t let this define you forever. You can fight it. I believe in you. Please don’t give up because this isn’t the only aspect of you that makes up your personality. You are so much more than what people see. What people see is what makes them want to use you and that is extremely unfair to you. I want to help you and by you, I mean you, Credence, and only you.”

By now, the mass had shrunk smaller and smaller until all that was left was Credence’s fragile form. You approached him calmly, soothingly wrapping your arms around him as he sobbed into your shoulder. Tears fell down your face as you recalled all those times you had held your brother like this. Footsteps were approaching so you carefully turned around while still maintaining a comforting embrace, pointing your wand to the direction of the steps. You sighed in relief when it was only Newt who was walking towards you and Credence.

When he gave you an understanding look, you helped Credence stand up, soothingly reassuring, “Newt’s here for you. He will help you and I promise.”

Newt steadily wrapped an arm around Credence, murmuring comforting words as he guided him away. Credence glanced back at you and you waved, smiling softly as he looked away, reassured by your warm expression. Newt apparated away with Credence, leaving you standing alone among the death and destruction.

“Hands up and wand down,” An Auror commanded as a handful more of them gathered around you in a circle. The tiring sense of deja vu washed over you as you dropped the wand to the ground and held your hands up. You met Theseus’ eyes and he nodded solemnly and knowingly, understanding what you had done.

Of course, the Ministry took you into custody again and luckily for you, Theseus managed to convince them to end your sentence early because after all, you had stopped an Obscurus from further destruction. Before they let you out, they interrogated you to try to find out the whereabouts of Credence and you managed to convince them that a wizard, thankfully not Grindelwald, had apparated and took him away.

Once you were free from the suffocating prison the Ministry stuck you in. As the Aurors became more lenient with their not-so-secretive spying on you, you began talking with Theseus again and he finally forgave you for your mistakes. Soon, you both were inseparable and you picked up a job at a local bookstore. You and Theseus lived the life you always wanted to live and even though you were content with this life you lived, at any moment you might have to give it up again for the greater good.

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