#screamed bc bare ass cheeks on my tumblr

[haikyuuateer]

lev, yaku, and kenma reacting to accidentally kissing you 

pairings: lev x gn!reader, kenma x gn!reader, yaku x gn!reader

warnings: some cursing

idea: you’re one of nekoma’s managers, but what happens when you accidentally share a kiss with one of the volleyball boys? (also just to clarify these are just random scenarios they don’t all happen at the same time oh goD that would be interesting)

there’s a lot to read so i’m going to put everything under the cut to save your guys' tumblr scrolling

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.・゜゜・　lev haiba 　・゜゜・．

now we already know this baby is super affectionate and is probably already crushing on you

he loves you so much

are you oblivious? who knows

but you can’t help but find him super adorable

annoying, yet adorable

anyways he likes to do this thING where he gets super close to your face just to get you flustered and you secretly like it hate it

everyone’s taking a small break from practicing and you’re giving everyone water bottles bc they require hydration (i’m sorry why am i talking like this)

after you give kuroo a water bottle you hear someone walk up next to you and you just sigh

"Y/N~" you hear an all too familiar voice call out next to you

you turn towards the voice, already knowing it’s lev "what is it—"

oh boy

somehow you did NOT realize how close lev was to you

he had leaned down to your height like he always does, fricking tall ass

all it took was you feeling your lips lightly graze against his for you to immediately back ten feet away, and naturally you found yourself hiding behind yaku 

his eyes are super pretty up close

OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?? wait

holy shit you kissed lev haiba

does that even count as a kiss?? i mean your lips touched???? 

was that on purpose?? was it an accident??? did he not realize that him being that close to you meant that there was a possibility of you accidentally kissing him????? 

whAT??? jUSt??? haPPenED???

you were terrified when yaku walked away from you only to see him kick lev as hard as possible you almost felt bad for him

the poor beanstalk was blushing furiously, his cheeks, ears, and nose were stained pink 

of course you were probably blushing too, and then finally you and lev made eye contact

you looked away immediately

why was your heart racing?? yo his lips were surprisingly soft tho

not everyone realized what happened, probably only kuroo and yaku noticed

you probably never saw lev the same after that, especially since you developed a crush on the beanstalk after that

i mean what? lol

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.・゜゜・　morisuke yaku 　・゜゜・．

wbk he’s the sweetest and one of the more tolerable boys, which means yay you don’t have to basically babysit a bunch of teenage boys

well you and yaku kind of have to babysit them together but that’s not what we’re focusing on rn ;)

after practice he came up to you and you two had a peaceful conversation

you two bonded well over being the ones to babysit everyone but you had your childish moments too, he was basically the person you were the closest to out of everyone else

everything’s going perfectly well, nothing is going wrong for once

haha SIKE

maybe lev was just blind because you and yaku are shorties (but like you’re barely shorter/taller than him..(haha you choose))

the tall victuri love child backs up and before you can warn yaku he bumps into him

yaku ends up being completely caught off guard, he stumbles forward and accidentally knocks you over in the process

and everything happens all at once, yaku falls on top of you, lev screams ("I KILLED YAKU AND Y/N"), and ohoho ohohoho what’s this

you feel something?? on your lips???

perhaps???? another pair?????? of lips????

THEY ARE?????? S O F T ????

i’m sorry

anyways somehow the way yaku landed on you caused you two to accidentally kiss!! woah!!!

he immediately gets off of you and won’t stop apologizing, you both are super flustered and he’s stuttering

you can see the blush growing on his cheeks

meanwhile you’re at a loss for words, holy damn you just got kissed

lev is apologizing as well

kuroo’s just laughing his ass off

yaku helps you stand up, and then he immediately wABAM does a spin kick on lev

of course, you can’t help but laugh

but you’re screaming internally

then you make eye contact with yaku and your heart?? your heart does a thing????? 

you two immediately look away from each other

your mind and heart are both racing

maybe he’s really good at kissing like damn boi put those soft lips to USE

AHRJHARGJAHJAJA and then you run to the bathroom ("UH I HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM REAL QUICK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BYEBYE") and internally scream at yourself until you stop freaking out 

congratulations! you have a crush on yaku morisuke 

don’t worry he feels the same exact way you do

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.・゜゜・　kenma kozume 　・゜゜・．

now you may be wondering, how could you possibly accidentally kiss a boy who loves to constantly stare at either the game he’s playing or his phone? well oh boy let me show you

class finally finishes and that means woo it’s time to head to the gym!!

you’re a second year along with kenma and he’s so focused on his game that he didn’t realize the bell rang, or that everyone around him is leaving the classroom 

you don’t see him in the hallway and that means one thing, he’s still in his classroom, gaming

how does this boy not get in trouble? you can never find out how or why

you walk into his classroom and stand in front of his desk, somehow he still doesn’t notice you

you sigh and lean closer to him, poking his forehead

"oi, kenma, class is over. we gotta head to the gym."

kenma sighs and finishes what he’s doing on the game before looking up at you "hm?"

"are you fucking kidding m- volleyball practice, kenma.."

"oh, okay"

before you two can get ready you feel a weight on your back and you’re pushed even closer to kenma

turns out kuroo saw you two through the door, he already assumed that kenma hadn’t noticed the bell and went to get him

this annoying rooster-head decided to put all his weight against you

he calmly fake-yawned and pretended to check his nails

"are you two lovebirds ready to go yet?"

he’s confused as to why he didn’t get a response, so he looks at the two of you, only to realize what he’s done

you weren’t that far away from kenma’s face to begin with

so kuroo pushing you by leaning against you caused your faces to collide- more specifically- your lips to collide

you two were kissing. kISSing. LIPS AGAINST LIPS. and you could barely move because of a certain male leaning against you 

"oh SHIT-" kuroo immediately gets off of you and you back away from kenma, bumping into the desk behind you

kenma was already turned away from you

oh my god is he blushing

hE’S blUshING

you’re flustered, your heart is racing, your cheeks feel warm, and holy shit kenma’s lips are super soft??

omg what are you thinking 

"whatever! i’ll just- i’ll just see you guys at the gym!! jeez, you’re so annoying, kuroo.."

you huff and walk out of the classroom, only to make a beeline for the bathroom

you lock yourself in a stall and bury your face in your hands, your tiny crush on kenma has officially become massive unbearable super embarrassing crush

oh god how do you even face him in the gym??

let’s just say kuroo had to drag kenma all the way to the gym because the boy had officially become unresponsive, he had his face buried in his hands as well and he was blushing hardcore

"you’re welcome, kenma" kuroo says teasingly right when you walk into the gym

oh my god he did it on purpose that little sHIT

[yacoka]

FIFTY FIRST DATES, AND THE FIRST REAL ONE

──⊱ for my one and only, wee to my woo, love of my life — @doughnuts-5ever

pairing — kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre — angst but it ends very fluffily i swear on my doggie socks

beta(s) — @sugasugawarau @taiyaki 

kisses — hello i am,,, not back,, but here's a little thing that i did for my cow and it might as well be a valentine's day fic bc why not xoxo see y'all in a few days (psps sorry to everyone to has messaged me on discord or here or anything, i haven't been on tumblr or discord in a bit i'll be back sOON)

You sat at the dinner table, staring down at the meal laid out before you. It was by far the best thing you had ever tasted, and yet, it was bland. So, so bland and bitter, that you hated it. Nevermind that it was your favorite dish made by your mother the other day, nevermind that you always loved it better as leftovers. It tasted bland and bitter, and you couldn’t help but wish what he was eating tonight was too.

It was pathetically selfish of you - you knew. But how could you not feel that way when the man you loved was out on a date with some stranger he met on the internet? He had left the house in a burgundy button up that looked like it was made for him, paired with black slacks that made him look like it should be illegal for him to be out in the streets without a warning sign.

It was his first attempt at online dating after having miserably failed at picking up girls from school. And now here he was, out with some chick with a name you could barely pronounce, and the stereotypical description of her bubbly personality that loved nature and volunteered at the animal shelter. Oh, and lets not forget, she’s a gemini!

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into the now cold dish. Stupid boy, with his stupid date, with that stupid red shirt, and with his stupid personality.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what you were for falling in love with a boy who never saw you for more than another pity project, the pathetic little thing that needed friends but never had any guts to make one until he came along.

You picked up the container of food and stalked over to the bin, dropping its contents into it. You weren’t going to eat it anyways, especially not after how you had  massacred it.

After you left the dirty container in the sink, you flopped onto the couch, sighing heavily as you sank into the worn sofa. It smelled like Kuroo’s body soap, though from the amount of time he’s spent lying on this couch, it was to be expected.

You leaned forward, hand outstretched for the remote. Just a little further, a little more-

The door slammed open and you lurched forward, landing on the ground with a thud.

“It was horrible. She came into the restaurant and she looked amazing, but then we started talking and oh god, I don’t think I can be with someone who thinks that only the rich should be allowed to do whatever they want just because they’re rich.”

“Well hello to you too, Kuroo,” you grumbled from your spot on the floor, flipping yourself over to face the ceiling.

He jumped over the sofa arm, landing perfectly on it like he always does.

“I mean, how can I accept that? That’s just morally wrong and if her basic morals are wrong, what about other more important things? I walked out right after that, that doesn’t make me an asshole right?” His head popped out, brown eyes staring down at you. The cologne he wore tonight drifted down, washing over you and clouding your mind with its deliciously warm and thick and-

“I mean I did pay for the meal before I left,” he mutters, dropping his head onto the cushion, voice muffled slightly by it. “So it counters the fact that I left, right?”

The sigh that begs to pull its way out is caught by you, stuffed into the depths of your stomach in exchange for a soft pat on his head and words you know he wants to hear.

“No, you’re not an asshole. Maybe that was an asshole move, but that doesn’t make you one. Besides, her lack of a moral compass cancels out any asshole you might’ve been.” You combed through his hair, drawing it out of the careful style he had forced his bed head into. “This hairstyle though? It makes you look like an extreme asshole.”

Kuroo scoffed indignantly and his head popped back over the edge once more, brown eyes glaring at you. “I worked hard on this!”

“Doesn’t make you look any less of an ass.”

“The date was incredible.” He sighed dreamily, leaning against the counter with his chin in his hand. The temptation to throw your fork at him increased, and it took every sane cell in your body to set it down on the table instead, albeit rougher than you intended.

If Kuroo noticed your intensity, he didn’t mention it, instead continuing on to sigh and gush about the wonderful date he had last night with this amazing woman at this delicious place.

For someone who was incredibly perceptive, he could be incredibly dense as well. You wonder at his obliviousness to your feelings, to the poorly concealed hurt that peeked through in every little move of your body.

All you wanted to do was scream at him, to wake up, open his eyes, and see you.

You, who had been there since the beginning, who had watched him grow from the shy, introverted kid to this cunning, charismatic man who excelled and went beyond what had been expected of him. You, who had seen him at his worst, and still stayed, patching him up and helping him to his feet. You, who knew who he was to the core, every detail, every fact about him.

But it seemed he didn’t know you as well.

“That’s great,” you interrupt him. He glanced at you, surprised by your abruptness. “I gotta go get some work done, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” He called after your retreating back. “Hey, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”

“No, it’s nothing!” You slammed the door shut, slumping against it. God, you were a fool to have fallen for an idiot. Dashing away the burning tears that slip down your cheeks, you gathered just enough strength to crawl beneath onto your bed and beneath the covers.

The cat plushie he got you a long time ago sits at the bottom of your bed, staring at you. You glared at it, before giving in and grabbing it, tucking it into your chest. Stupid Kuroo with his stupid face and this stupid cat. You hate him so much.

(No, you don’t, you really don’t. And it hurts so much more to know that.)

You’re back here once more, glaring daggers at the clock. The slow ticking of the hands pisses you off, every second gone is a second more Kuroo’s out there, with another girl, on another date. With the number of bad first dates he’s gone one, you’d think he’d give up. But no, this man was persistent, and he wanted to “experience life!”

Well, he was going to experience death soon if he didn’t come back home soon. Your vigil continued, all the way till three am where you gave up and went to bed, your exhaustion outweighing your annoyance and worry. He’s a grown man, there was no need to worry about him.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you got here. To this suffocating silence that rested upon your chest, pinning you down as you listened to the sounds of cars rushing past and the occasional laughter that seeped through the walls. To where you spent your nights alone in your shared apartment, waiting for Kuroo to come home from yet another date. Like some married person waiting on their cheating husband, you smiled bitterly at the ceiling.

Only you weren’t married to him, and you certainly weren't his anything.

If only you were less of a fool, you might’ve moved on long ago. Maybe you might have even found someone who might be just as in love with you as you were with them. You might have already been in a happy relationship, going out on dates, spending your nights with them, being loved. But you were a fool, a fool in love with another fool.

So you continued to lie there, the infinite weight of your one-sided love pressing you into the ground, holding you prisoner to Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Hey, do you wanna go get dinner?” Kuroo called out. “There’s nothing left in the fridge, maybe we could get groceries after.”

You ignored him, focusing on the dimly lit screen of your phone. There hadn't been a proper conversation with him in a while, and you were content to leave it that way if only it meant you didn’t have to hear about his dates with those seemingly perfect women and their seemingly perfect food.

Kuroo called out once more, and you burrowed beneath the blanket, curling up into a ball.

No, you did not want to get dinner with the man you’re so desperately in love with it almost hurts to even breathe in his presence.

The door creaked open, and you could see his shadow stretch out across your bedroom floor, casting its shape upon your walls. It took everything in you to tear your eyes away from it and back onto your phone, though it lingered in your peripheral, taunting you with the way it twisted and leaned closer to you, the scent of his cologne growing stronger by the second, until it almost felt like he wa-

“Why are you ignoring me?” Kuroo whined into your ear as he draped his body over yours, strands of inky hair tickling your cheek.

“Ku-roo-” you gasped out, fighting to twist your body out from under him. “Can’t- bre-breathe.”

He groaned into your ear, dropping even more pressure down. “Don’t care, you ignored me.” He sulked as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.

A blind kick to his legs has him flopping off you, spread eagle on your too tiny bed.

“You’re too heavy to be pulling this crap,” you snapped at him.

“And you’re too old to be ignoring me when something’s wrong,” he shot back just as fast, and you were left stunned. To be fair, you should have expected it, Kuroo being one of the most perceptive people you’ve ever met.

(Not perceptive enough to see the deep feelings you harbored for him though.)

“So what’s wrong?”

‘Everything,’ you wanted to scream. ‘You, those stupid dates, my feelings, every god damned thing on earth.’

Instead, what came out was: “I’m just stressed. Work, you know?” You shot him an unconvincing smile.

Kuroo frowned, his lips pinching as he stared at you. He knew better than to push you though, and settled with a curt nod, a forced smile slipping onto his face. “So…. dinner?”

You sighed in exasperation, and let him yank you up and out of bed. The way his stiff smile melted into an easy, fond one was enough to wash away your hesitance, and temporarily dam up the river of doubts that threatened to drown you.

Just for tonight, you’ll enjoy his presence, before he gets caught up in another’s embrace.

(You let yourself get swept up in him again, chasing after the ebb of his warmth when his encompassing presence surges away from you. But you find that you don’t really mind drowning in him, not when the peak of the surf reveals such beautiful sights in the form of lazy smirks and sly hazel eyes.)

It’s another failed date that sends him home in a fitted suit, one that you had turned your nose up at. Kuroo doesn’t understand what’s going wrong, why he never felt like the date was right. The people he had gone on dates with were nothing short of amazing, with the exception of a few. But they just lacked… something. And so he always leaves them with a grateful goodbye and an apologetic smile, returning home to the apartment he shared with you alone.

He’s spent nights and days trying to convince himself that they were an ideal candidate to date, listing out their positive notes to you, and somehow he can’t seem to find the thing that made him just click with them. It’s bordering on frustrating, really, and Kuroo is more than ready to relieve some of the building tension in his body by hanging out with you.

His entrance home is muffled by the sounds of music blasting through the apartment, and it’s a wonder the neighbours haven’t complained yet. He’s about to call out for you as he drops keys on the coffee table, one hand loosening his tie when he catches sight of you dancing in the kitchen.

And everything clicks in place.

It’s a stunning clarity that leaves him reeling, and he wonders how he could have missed it in the first place. It’s a simple truth: Kuroo Tetsurou was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with you. And it only took him fifty bad first dates to realize that the only person he wanted to go on a date with was you.

Objectively speaking, you look like a complete mess, but to him, the sight of you twirling around in sock clad feet in an oversized shirt with a lame chemistry joke printed across it was infinitely better than any of the people he had gone on dates with. You’re absolutely perfect to him, yelling out lyrics to a song that’s blasting at full volume from the living room.

There isn’t a moment’s hesitation as he surges forward, a force tugging him to you. And like just like two opposing magnets, you spin around just in time for him to collide into you, his head hazy as his mouth crashes down upon yours.

You taste of leftover pizza and something sweet, and he thinks it might be the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. The shocked gasp that escapes you is swallowed by Kuroo as he deepens the kiss, arms winding around you to pull you impossibly closer. And he isn’t sure why he’s so surprised when you reciprocate the kiss, melting into him as your hands grip the lapels of his blazer.

It feels like an eternity spent wrapped around each other, the beat of the music matching the rhythm of your hearts, and the warmth of each other.

Kuroo pulls away first, only because rationality comes sinking back into his muddled brain, and there’s a brief moment of panic when he stares down at your flushed face, lips swollen from his sudden attack. But the absolute relief and love in your eyes has him calming down, and the soft peck you deliver next settles those doubts.

“It’s been you all this while,” his voice cracks, and he winces. “You’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you.”

The smile that breaks out across your face is everything he’s been looking for, and he feels like a fool for being so blind. You’re everything he’s wanted, and everything he’s needed.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeats louder, an incredulous laugh bubbling out of him. “I’m in love with you!”

“I’m in love with you too!” You yell back, and in his excitement, he can’t help but twirl you around, and you burst into giggles. There isn’t a better sound in the world than this, he thinks.

“Be mine.” He catches you by the shoulders, face alight with adoration.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now.” Your answer fills him with a rush of delight and guilt, and he’s ready to spill apologies and promises to make it up to you when you yank on his tie hard, pulling him into another kiss. Every unspoken word, every drop of emotion that has ever begged to be exchanged between you two is said with a simple kiss.

Kuroo thanks the heavens for you, for blessing his life with someone who is more than he deserves. The weight of you in his arms is a comforting pressure, and there he has his last first date, at the beginning of a new chapter in the story of him and you, eating leftovers and dancing to songs of your childhood.

He’s in love with you, and you are with him too.

[shattersstar]

la douleur exquise.

Pairing: Jason Todd!Bodyguard x Reader Prompt: la douleur exquise. / the heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. a/n: finally got around to reposting this bc tumblr decided to delete the original imagine :/ anyways, feedback is always appreciated and expect of this au

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The car ride was silent, heavy and cold. You slumped in the passenger seat, knees resting on the inside of the door, head vibrating against the glass as you watched the city roll by in a haze of neon. Police cars caught your attention, screaming down the road and flashing their colourful lightshow. Your head perked up as you gaze followed them, speeding in the direction of the place you were fleeing. You let out a long sigh before slumping back into your chair, letting whatever noise from the radio fill the space. Your shoes were long kicked off and legs tucked up onto the seat, eyelids heavy and lashes slick with tears. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you let your eyes fall shut for the remainder of the drive.

You hadn’t remembered dozing, only waking when a breeze cooled your skin. You blinked awake as Jason turned into a parking lot, window rolled down. You straightened up, rubbing your nose as he let out a long breath, the tensions in his body relaxing. His shoulders had been square, alert, since possible threats at the scholarship party began to hum low. And soon when the night exploded into chaos as so many nights in Gotham do, Jason’s hand was wrapped around the curve of your elbow, leading you away from the danger. Bodies fluttered about in their unorganized manners, shoving and screaming, but he kept moving, kept you close as he maneuvered through the crowd. It surprised you a little how light he was on his feet, how he dodged and curved people with a swiftness saved for those much smaller, much more nimble. You weren’t as graceful, people smacking into you, making you waver as you tried to keep in stride. If Jason hadn’t been holding you, you would’ve been swept away.

But as one particular man, set on escaping any impending doom, shoved between your linked arms, the steady grip Jason held you in, faltered. His vice was gone and you nearly screamed as the man cast you aside with a swift push. You stumbled into a wall, Jason’s name about to fall from your lips when he grabbed you. Hands on your biceps and eyes full of concern, you hadn’t realized you were crying till you saw your reflection in his gaze. Jason crowded over you, people nudging him, but he remained unmoved as he scanned over you. Soon you were in front of him, chests pressed together as he held you, leading you through the sea of scared party goers. You broke into the night with a shuddering gasp, ushered into your car and the whips of cool air rolling over your hot, nervous skin were missed as the car peeled away from the hall.  

Now you got out of the car on your own, ignoring the offered hand as you bare feet touched the cracked concrete. You stepped carefully around the large rocks, the cool air you missed had dropped too many degrees, prickling your skin with goosebumps as you climbed the stairs ahead of Jason. You let him pass you as he moved to unlock the door, holding it open for you to duck under his arm and into the place you two hadn’t been in a while. A safe place that was saved for moments of uncertainty, when your home was possibly too dangerous. You had come accustomed to the procedure after incidents like this, sitting at the dining room table and waiting for Jason who was locking the door and toeing off his dress shoes. He hung his jacket over the back of the couch, dress shirt sleeves rolled up as he squatted in front of you. You always liked Jason in a suit, you also like taking him out of it.

His neatly combed hair, which you had done, was now a mess from his agitated hands and sweat. The white mess of curls fell into his face, dipping past his eyebrows. You told him he needed a haircut, that he couldn't do his job if he couldn’t see. He only had shook his head with a smile on his lips, everything felt so easy just hours ago.

“I’m fine Jay.” You dismissed his gaze and long fingers that tilted your head and inspected the visible skin. You knew your words wouldn’t do anything, that it was his job to make sure you were safe and out of harm's way. And to take care of you when you were hurt

“Does anything hurt?” He ignored your protest as you shook your head.

“Not physically.”

“You hit the wall pretty hard ar-- ”

You brought a hand to his cheek, fingers sliding up to push his hair out of his face. Jason softened, letting his eyes slip shut as your hand slipped to his shoulder, the other one coming to rest on the side of his neck. He stood up slowly, letting your arms drift around his neck as he pulled you into a hug. The professionalism established between months ago crumbled once again as you found yourself in his arms. It seemed that your apartment wasn’t only dangerous to physical threats, but the threat of anyone finding out about your relationship. The one that pushed far beyond client and employee. Moments like this were only shared in safe houses or hotels, away from peering eyes and the violence of Gotham.

Jason smelled of the cologne you gave him for his birthday and the wine that was spilled at the table, its red juices dripping off the round edge, and staining the black of his pants. You had laughed when it happened, a little too loud, too unrehearsed and received a handful of eye rolls for it. You wanted to leave than, to tell your parents that you had no reason to keep coming to these events, to keep putting yourself in danger, but appearance mattered too much to those your family associated with.

Although, none of that mattered now. Not when Jason held you, leading you to the bedroom with the billboard across the street streaking through the close blinds and slotting over his face as you fell onto the mattress. He knew you were thinking too much, about the dinner before and after it went bad. He knew his words would falter and leave the two of you unsatisfied, but he knew you didn’t care for them anyways. Not at this moment. You just wanted to be in his arms, to feel safe again, to feel as vulnerable as could be and not be in danger because of it. Instead, he kissed you like neon. Electric, and loud, and consuming. You already were drowning in him, fingers digging into his skin as you left marks that wouldn’t be as permanent as the others that littered the expanse of his body.

Some were from protecting you, some were memories he wouldn’t share and some you made up your own stories about. Your imagination was always running wild, always dragging you into fantasies of a normal life shared with Jason. But it was all make belief, all conjured in your mind, but what was real, was Jason above you. So, you kissed him with all the urgency you could muster, all the fear you could turn into want as you melted under his finger tips. Under his gaze, so heavy with adortion and desire. It used to dizzy you, when all this first started, when you couldn’t keep your hands off your bodyguard and kissed him so fervently in your kitchen one night. The nose colliding, and eyes watering because of it kind of kiss. You thought Jason would’ve quit right there and then, the line he drew in the sand was stolen away by the shore and beckoned further away with each kiss and daring touch. But he stayed, stayed to continue keeping you safe in what way you desired. You once asked him if he’d done this with any of his other clients.

“Done what?”

“Seriously Jason,” You rolled your eyes from where you slouched into the couch, legs tossed over his lap as he ate your unfinished bagel. “Y’know what I mean.”

“Eat breakfast with them?” He was grinning at this point, eyes deep with mischief and you sighed.

“You’re such an ass.” You were silent after, moment forgotten as many were. Intimacy was always fleeting with you two. You got dressed for the day ahead, walking behind him as he strode over to the elevator. He wasn’t supposed to stay over at your place, not as often as he did at least, and you hoped prying eyes never knew more than you two allowed to the public eye. You stood next to him in the elevator, eyes on the floor as he tapped his fingers on the rail. The elevator jolted to a stop, taking a moment to open. You pushed off the wall, ready to venture out the back and to your car when Jason grabbed your wrist.

“I haven’t.” He said when you casted a look over your shoulder, worry low in your eyes that someone may see.

“Haven’t what?” You questioned, lips rubbing together. He dropped your hand and reached between the doors to stop them from sliding shut.

“Haven’t done anything with my clients before you. And I wouldn’t do anything with clients after you.” You only nodded, swallowing hard and letting him guide you to the car. There was something odd, yet wonderful that Jason seemed to perceive time as before and after you.

Although, time felt far off, unreal and unmoving as you laid in a large bed with sheets wrapped around you and darkness sunken into the room. Jason slipped out of bed some time ago, likely checking in with his unknown friends to find out what happened at the dinner. You waited patiently for him, body spent and heavy against the soft blankets. You thought of drifting off, of letting him find you with soft snores falling from your lips and carefully making his way next to you, but you knew Jason. You knew he’d find some excuse to sleep on the couch, to push distance between you two, to make it easy for the day he’ll eventually leave. When the target on your back shrinks and to be under constant watch becomes a hassle. It made your stomach churn to think about it, to let him slip away and move on. And there was the option to let the world know the truth, but Jason lived a life in the shadows, he wasn’t supposed to be a face associated with you. He was hidden under a mess of hair and dark sunglasses. He had friends or family, you never really knew, that help operate his business away from the public eye. Your family hired him to be a ghost to haunt and protect you for some time. Till the contract ended and the final payment was dealt. You knew you couldn’t ask Jason to stay, there was a fear that money was his true motivation for all of this. That once that ended so did every bond he had with you.

So, you stayed awake. You laid there with sleep in your eyes and listened to the creak of the floorboards betraying his quiet step. And you rolled over once he nudged the door open, inviting him with a silent smile. Jason obliged in a lazy manner, falling into bed and sighing long and heavy. You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, kissing the warm skin there. Jason’s arm curled around you, fingertips brushing over the skin he could reach. You wasted no time letting sleep drag itself over you, inviting you into the deepest place of make belief, where your mind could run rampant with all the fantasies of a life shared, of early morning kisses and long hugs goodbye as you both ventured to jobs, of a house instead of a condo and a dog that Jason would name something you rolled your eyes at. It was all easy to pretend in the dead of sleep, in the place of dreams where anything was made possible.

Even love.

[maxe-mini]

Pretty Blue Eyes

A/N- Hey there! So this is my first ever full written fanfic, atleast one I’m going to post on tumblr. I had a lot of fun writing this, in fact, I finished it in a d a y sjgjsdb so yeah. This is gonna be an OC x Bakugou oneshot(?) Im not sure if its a oneshot bc I might make a follow up in thhe future, it depends. Anywayyyy, yeah! If you want details on who my OC is, her name is Kano Amaya(Last name, first name). I’ve posted plenty of art I’ve made of her on this blog, which can be found on my pinned post, which also happens to have the link to her wiki on Amino. Give it a read if you’d like! Now onto the fanfic! :DD 

Taglist: @deephasoceanmagic​ @kuroshin15​

Warning: Lots of cursing(I mean it has Bakugou in it), small mentions of blood and nosebleeds, overworking, passing out 

A/N- dw this is actually just soft and ‘angry pomeranian is angry bc he has feelings lmaoooo’

This wasn’t the first time it’s happened, but that didn’t mean it pissed him off any less. For the sixth time these past few days, his eyes had managed to wander right back to her. Dark blue hair tied into two low pig tails that seemed to always flow through the air just the right way as she moved. Cold yet mystical blue eyes that he could constantly feel himself drowning in. Fair skin dusted with soft freckles that he craved to touch. F u c k. He was absolutely smitten by this girl and he did not like it one bit. Those goddamn pretty blue pupils suddenly met his, and he stared back-even that was a competition to him now-forcing a scowl on his face. The girl merely raised an eyebrow before returning back to quietly eating her food, the chatter around her seeming to be uninteresting.

Bakugou scoffed, finally returning his own crimson eyes to his curry, practically stabbing a piece of meat with his fork as if it had personally wronged him, earning a few concerned glances from his- he did NOT want to call them friends- classmates. Only the sound of utensils clattering with plates could be heard around their table, which surprisingly only served to piss off the ash-blonde haired boy even more. “What?” He spat out, looking up to see Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari staring at him, their eyes practically answering his question.

“You doing alright man? You seem… more angry than usual.” Kirishima was the first one to speak up, his small eyebrows furrowing up in worry. “Did Kano do something?” Sero followed. Turns out that was a big mistake. Just hearing her name sent a jolt of electricity through his spine, and for a second he thought Kaminari had a death wish.

Bakugou growled. “That’s none of your fucking business.” He didn’t shout, he didn’t scream, he didn’t even let a single small explosion go off on his palm like he usually did as a threat. The ash-blonde boy only returned to his food, and it seemed his words were enough to stop any more questions from his peers. Good. Atleast they knew what was good for them.

 It hadn’t always been like this.

Bakugou stared at the ground, the angriest, most frustrated frown anyone had ever seen on his face. His classmates stared at him in concern, knowing exactly why he was so full of rage, yet none of them knew how to help. He’s always been difficult to deal with. None of them wanted to risk trying to comfort him, knowing that would possibly make him even more upset.

He was silent, his hands shoved into his pockets and his posture slouched. He had failed the Provisional Licensing Exams, and he was feeling no less than pissed about it. He knew it was because of his ‘harsh language’  towards the victims- if you could even call them that, they were all actors after all. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Before he could mope around even more, a delicate, dainty hand suddenly wrapped around his arm and forced him away from his thoughts as they pulled him to the back of the bus. People were apparently still collecting their things and everyone had time to chat with each other before having to eventually get back to school- not that he himself was interested in doing that. His frown faded away to surprise before he noticed who it was. Kano. 

The scowl edged itself back onto Bakugou’s face as he stared at her, yet for some reason, he didn’t move. He let her bring himself here, and for some god forsaken reason, he wanted to hear what she had to say. 

Those blue eyes pierced through his soul, as if analyzing every bit and piece of who he was. It took a fair amount of his will power not to back away, only staring back, hoping his gaze was as intense as hers. 

“Bakugou.” Her voice was firm. It always was, whenever she talked, which was a rare occasion. The boy in question didn’t answer, only raising his eyebrow in response. 

“I know you’re upset about the Licensing Exam.” She continued, her expression unchanging, staring at him in stoic honesty, and he could not-for the life of him- pinpoint what she was feeling at the moment. 

“No shit. I don’t want your pity.” Bakugou spat back, his words laced with venom. If anything made him angry, it was pity from other people. He didn’t need anyone’s fucking help. He wasn’t weak. 

“I don’t pity you. In fact, I look up to you, and I whole heartedly believe that you will receive your Hero License after the training course with ease.” Kano wasn’t startled at all by his profanity. She only stared at him through those unreadable eyes which he always managed to get lost in. 

Bakugou’s own crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise. That wasn’t what he expected. He didn’t answer. He didn’t know HOW to answer. This was not something he expected from someone like her, especially when he considered her competition, along with Half and Half and Ponytail. 

“So stop moping around. You know you’re strong. You know you’ll be fine, so go kick some ass at that training course.” For the first time since he’d seen her in the entrance exam, she sweared. Not only that, the corners of her lips curled up into a soft, confident smile, her faintly freckled cheeks glowing an equally soft pink along with it. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her with any other expression except for the one she always wore, unchanging and unreadable. She had her hands to her hips and looked so uncharacteristically bold. 

Bakugou could only stare. He’s been doing that way too much now, but he had nothing to say. He didn’t expect ANY of this from Kano. The ash-blonde haired boy was thoroughly taken by surprise. 

'That smile looks nice on her.' 

The thought made him blink rapidly, startled by his own mind. What the fuck? What the fuck was he thinking about? 

After a few seconds of silence, possibly as Kano patiently waited for his response, he formulated a reply. 

“You’re goddamn right I will.” He grinned. The same confident grin that brought terror onto those who were up against him. 

Seeing him back to his normal state seemed to have made Kano much more glad, as her smile only widened. F u c k. That smile could kill people. Bakugou barely managed to hold back incoming heat that was threatening to expose itself on his face, and he hoped to god that the girl in question couldn’t hear his rapid heartbeat. 

Before any of the two could say something, a voice pulled both of them right out of their thoughts. “Hey, where’s Kano and Bakugou?” It was Shitty Hair. Of course it would be Shitty Hair. 

The ash-blonde haired boy walked away, not waiting for whatever Kano was going to say next, assuming she had any. The glimmer of wild confidence had intensified in his eyes, and he was feeling pumped up. He would never admit it, but what she said helped. 

The ride back home was a blur after that. Thoughts of the upcoming training course flashed through his mind, interrupted by a few images of Kano’s smile. It irritated him to the core.

Bakugou grimaced at the memory, knowing that that was the start of when he started thinking of Kano as more than just a rival, and let himself scream a battle cry as he released a massive explosion onto an equally massive boulder, resulting in it having a big gaping hole in the middle, the little bits and pieces of rubble all but strewn about behind it. 

The ash-blonde haired boy huffed. Class 1-A had been given time to train in Gym Gamma, and he’d been releasing all his frustrations on these rocks. It was working atleast, but now he was tired and his wrists has a dull ache in them. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been destroying these stones, but he assumed it must’ve been a little over an hour. A few of his classmates had already gone back to the dorms, presumably to rest. He scoffed at the thought. 

One of the students who hadn’t gone back though, was one of the sources of his frustrations. Kano was currently heaving up an ungodly amount of water, her expression visibly strained, yet it was still stoic. It reminded him of Half-and-Half in a way, but he shook away the thought before he angered himself even more.

He jumped off the concrete platforms to get himself a bottle of water, panting as he noticed he was a little out of breathe. His crimson eyes followed her dark blue figure as her wrists flicked the other way and the liquid which she was floating in the air instantly formed into large icicles. Bakugou’s vision narrowed. 'She’s gotten faster at doing that.' 

A part of him was threatened and annoyed at her rapid improvement, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride for his classmate. He shoved the thought away, continuing to watch her movements closely. Her back was to him, so he didn’t notice the blood that was flowing down her nose. 

Kano threw her torso forward, following her arms, causing the large icicles to pierce through the boulder infront of her, the force of her control and the amount of ice she had enough to absolutely decimate the huge rock. As soon as the icicles went through, they melted back into water, and the girl immediately put the liquid right back into its containers which were from god knows where- Bakugou assumed it had been provided to her earlier before they all started training. 

Suddenly, Kano’s knees buckled, and soon she was on the ground. The ash-blonde boy blinked in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet before his legs led him right to her. Her eyes were closed, and he saw the blood that was coming from her nose slowly pool down onto the concrete. Once again, for the first time, Bakugou saw her with different expression on her face. She was in pain. 

Before he could think about what he was doing, he wrapped his toned arms around her body, carrying her bridal style. She didn’t move or resist, and Bakugou concluded she had passed out. What the fuck happened? One moment she was destroying rocks left and right, her strength shining through even when she was just training, the next she was unconscious and experiencing a nosebleed? Did the dumbass overwork herself?

 Aizawa had been watching from a distance, his tired eyes twitching in irritation. He had heard about how Kano’s bad habit of overtaxing herself in her training, but he didn’t expect her to do it now, not in UA of all places. The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an annoyed sigh, walking over to his students- he’d have to talk to her about this later- before he noticed the Bakugou had already gotten to her. Huh. That’s unusual. 

“Bakugou. Bring Kano to Recovery Girl. That’s enough for the day for all of you. It’s getting late.” He instructed, his hands in his pockets as he looked around at the few others who were still training. His voice was loud enough to hear for the ones nearby, and the ones from afar seemed to get the message as they saw their peers suddenly stop what they were doing. Good. They’d gotten better at listening. 

He expected his ill-tempered student to put up atleast a little bit of a fight. Tell him it wasn’t his responsibility if his dumbass classmate worked themselves past the point of consciousness, but he got none of that. Bakugou merely nodded- although the teacher caught that his mouth was stretched into a thin line and his eyebrows were formed into a near v-shape- and ran to the front door. 

Aizawa was a bit surprised, although he didn’t let it show on his face. It seemed this problem child had changed much more than he thought he had. 

Bakugou’s arms were stiff against Kano’s body, effortlessly carrying her to the infirmary, which was a good distance away. He should never have decided to carry her when he saw she passed out. If he hadn’t, Aizawa wouldn’t have told him to bring her to Recovery Girl.

He was thoroughly annoyed, his teeth grating against each other as he forced himself not to pop a few small explosions on his palms, not wanting to harm his classmate accidentally.

The ash-blonde boy wasn’t angry because he had to bring his classmate to the infirmary. No. He was angry because of the goddamn heat in his cheeks that just won’t go away. He was angry because of the annoying ass beating in his heart that was pumping at a rate that couldn’t be explained by adrenaline. It was far too fast for that. Bakugou bit back a growl caused by his own frustrations, afraid he’d wake up the girl that was unconscious in his arms. Turns out he didn’t have to do that.

“…Bakugou?” That wasn’t firm. This was, again, the first time he’s heard her voice sound so… vulnerable. The ash-blonde boy met his gaze with hers, and he saw that her eyes were cloudy. Unfocused.

“Yeah, it’s me. You passed out while you were training.” He wasn’t sure why he was answering. The words just left his mouth on their own.

“Mm.” She only hummed in response, nuzzling her face onto his chest. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly now. Bakugou felt his heart beating at higher speeds than he’d ever thought possible, and he was sure she’d definitely heard it by now. Yet, she didn’t say anything, and he presumed she must’ve passed out again.

After a few minutes more of running, they arrived at Recovery Girl’s. Bakugou let himself catch his breath before he opened the door with his knee, and he was met by the old nurse’s startled gaze.

“Oh dear. What happened?” Recovery Girl shuffled over to them, wordlessly gesturing towards a hospital bed for Bakugou to lay Kano on.

“She passed out while training. Aizawa told me to bring her here.” He watched as his school nurse got to work, checking her temperature and observing her complexion. Now that he could look at her properly, she was a lot paler. What the fuck had this dumbass doing?

A soft whimper pulled him away from his thoughts, and he watched as the girl in question slowly fluttered her eyes open, looking around in a haze. Her hand instantly went to her head, and she groaned in pain. A headache?

Recovery Girl looked worried, but only silently reached for a few pills and a glass of water. “Here, drink this. It should help with the headache for a while.” He was right.

Kano didn’t say anything more, only drinking her medicine. The pain in her expression dulled, and she looked a lot more relaxed. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was that obvious, or if he’d been observing her long enough to notice these things. He hoped the latter was wrong. That would be extremely embarrassing, maybe even creepy, on his part.

A few beats of silence passed through the mostly empty infirmary, and was only interrupted by the soft tap of glass against wood as Kano set down her glass of water on the small table next to her bed.

“I’ll have you rest here for a while. I apologize for this, but I can’t trust you to go back to the dorms yet, not after what Aizawa told me.” Recovery Girl spoke first, her tone edging on strict. “What?” Her voice wasn’t firm again, and Bakugou felt his chest constrict at its softness. What was wrong with him?

“You’ve had multiple records of passing out from overworking from your previous schools. Kano, I know you want to be the best hero you can be, but this type of behaviour will not be tolerated in UA. You have to let yourself rest every once in a while. Everyone has their own limits, and you need to know yours.” The nurse scolded, which was met by visible surprise on the girl’s face, before she nodded slowly. “I understand.” Kano answered, her pitch soft, yet somehow strong. She was back.

“Good. Now rest, or do I have to tell Bakugou to hold you like earlier so you can do that?” Recovery Girl teased, her tone once again upbeat. Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly as he almost choked, shoving back down the heat that was threatening to expose itself on his cheeks. He did not miss the way Kano did the same, except she wasn’t as successful at hiding her blush, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

The nurse only chuckled before she went back to her desk, beginning to work on whatever documents were on there. “I’ll tell you when you can leave. You can go to sleep if you want.”

A few beats of silence, then their eyes met. The clarity finally returned back to Kano’s pretty blue pupils as she gazed at him, seeming to be searching for words to say. Bakugou silently stepped closer to the bed, waiting.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one to bring me here, but it’s a welcome surprise nonetheless.” She finally said, and the ash-blonde boy was left to analyze what she meant by 'welcome surprise.’

“You better be grateful. Why’d your dumbass pass out anyway? You can’t be that weak.” Bakugou responded, and he internally winced at how harsh his words sounded, but he couldn’t help it. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind, nodding solemnly in response. “It seems I went a bit overboard there again. Recovery Girl was right about me having records for constantly overworking. Sometimes I can’t help it.”

Bakugou grimaced. “Well, that’s stupid.” He didn’t miss Kano’s sigh before he continued. “You don’t even need to do that. You’re already strong regardless.” That caught her by surprise, her head turning to look at him so fast he was afraid her headache would come back. “What? Didn’t expect that either?”

Her eyes were wide. “No. I didn’t but-” That smile. That fucking smile again. “Thank you, again. I appreciate it.” Bakugou wasn’t sure if her cheeks were flushed because she was flustered, or if it just came with her smile. Either way, he liked it.

“You better.” The ash-blonde haired boy let his own soft smile form on his lips, and the two gazed at each other in comfortable silence.

Maybe he won’t be that angry about this after all. 

[acciosoogyu]

When he has a crush on you

Notes: Highschool!au, jisung × reader, fluff, requested sorry if this is lame, tumblr deleted the first one I wrote and I didn't know how to do this again

this guy

i think jisung it's the type that wants to pretend that grades are not a big deal

that he really doesn't need to be the best and acts like it's nothing when he gets a lower grade

but he really liked to study sometimes

in class he might be a pain in the ass

screaming and laughing hard w his friends

but then he would take little time to study and re-write some notes

so that's when he met you

you were helping in the library

he had never seen you before

and he was surprised that you didn't know who he was

so everyday after class he stays in the library

trying to study but you are there

minding your own business

humming songs and looking so cute w your uniform

he doesn't notice how much he is staring at you

until you asked him

'you need help w that?'

'nOo,, i wAs jUst THINKING TSK'

and then closed the book and went to the exit door w red cheeks

whatta cutie

and when the weeks keep going

and he continues staring

you would start chatting a little

he found out that you are from a different class

that you help your mom there, where she works

and you are an A student

also your music taste was a big yes for him

omg this sucks I'm so sorry

after some weeks he realized his big crush on you when you told him about your birthday

and he went to 'HOW DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER ??!!??!'

this boy wanted to give you a little present

so when you meet up again

he was there w a big plushie

like he went to school with a big teddy bear???? just for you?? a person he know since a few weeks???

but he liked you a lot, and loved you

he felt for you so fast that his friends were like

'dude how do u like them??? you barely know them what the heck?'

but he was so in love

you were so stunning and nice to him in such a sincerely way

like you would just sit there with him at the back of the library

helping him with his homework or just studying together but feeling free bc he could be himself

like he didn't have to pretend that he hates school and stuff

he could be a cute little nerd w you

and you wouldn't make fun of him

you even cheer him up, give him advise and help him

and then school it's just something little when you start talking about personal stuff

like hobbies, fears and secrets

han was so happy that you actually listen to him

bc when you meet up at cafeteria

you would say something like:

'heey don't eat a dessert bc I know you like cheesecake so i will take you to this new place'

or just 'sungie, that song was so good, the lyrics are so deep!'

and his heart will go faster and his cheeks turn red

so yeah

you were perfect for him

So there he was

with a huge plushie in the back of the library waiting for you

and when you came and saw this

you would be like "what's up with the bear???'

'happy birthday bubs'

'but it was two weeks ago'

'take the damn teddy and give me a hug'

ajdkwkwiwjqjqkkq

sorry

so after that you became so cheesy

calling pet names and holding hands without even noticing that the plushie was like your son???

'how did my son sleep?'

'its a teddy bear'

'BE RESPECTFUL W MY KID'

and your class would stare at you with weird looks

yeah he spent more time in your classroom than his

bringing you snacks or drinks

sometimes he would get boring and start to do your hair

little pony tails and stuff

or sticking new stickers in your hands and then taking pictures of it just bc it's fun

and after the winter break

he was decided to tell you about his crush on you

but he totally forgets about it when entered in your class

and saw you sitting there with a cute smile and sleepy eyes

so he rushes to you, and hugs you meanwhile bothers that the morning it's bright and sunny to be sleeping

'omg are you dating?'

what?

one of your classmates asked

breaking your little love bubble

and all went silence

'he is my best friend'

'yea- uhm? I mean YEAH their best friend'

ouch

jisung has left the chat

you really liked him, but

you didn't know if he sees you in that way

he has lot of friends and was so nice to everyone

so why he would have a crush on you????

but he has

a BIG one

and after telling his best friend about it and gain some courage

the next day he was crossing that door

with confidence and your favorite drink

'you, my little bubs, are going to be my girl/boyfriend or i will never ever get you one of this again?"

he is dumb leave him alone

but he loves you

so much

and you were so quiet that his confidence went down and he felt ASHAMED

like boi what you have done

'you are so lucky that i like you, jisung'

HAPPY JISUNG IS BACK

WITH CONFIDENCE!!!!

he runs to you and give you all little kisses bc he waited so loooooong

but he has to ask you again

"it was a yes, right?'

"yes, baby"

"YOU CALLED ME BABY OMG"

he is so cute please I want to babied him for life :(

and the whole class was like

'bout time *sips tea*

the end :D

Sorry, this is really bad but I had one better in notes and tumblr deleted it! :(

[caandlelit]

Hug headcanon for dabihawks? Please I long for them

thankyou for the request!! and ok anon listen 

at first

they are both very very much awkward around physical affection 

dabi hasn’t had a hug in five years and hawks had probably never been hugged till he met rumi

at which he probably cried tbh

so the first time they hugged

they were lying on hawks’ roof, staring up at the sky and talking about nothing and everything

dabi still hadn’t confessed to him about being touya

and hawks still hadn’t told him he already knows through three am conspiracy theory’s and hero forums and the depths of tumblr and youtube comments

dabi whispers it to the sky

“im the eldest sibling of four”

hawks snorts

dabi glares at him halfheartedly

“what”

hawks giggles to himself and says ‘yeah I can see it’

dabi looks back up and says quietly

“I miss them and my mom all the fucking time. they were so clingy, and we were all really close and I miss my little brothers jokes and my little sisters smile and my smallest brothers laugh and my-” he blinks back a tear “-my moms hugs” he admits the last part softly

they’re quiet for a while 

then hawks says, softly and shyly, looking at the sky

'my parents never hugged me.’

dabi blinks

and turns around on his side to stare at him

hawks stares steadfastedly up at the sky, red creeping up his ears from embarrassment

'they were..neglectful. I never had an actual family.’

dabi sits up crosslegged and gives him a soft smile

hawks looks at him blankly

dabi opens his arms and grins

hawks realises what he’s doing and his eyes widen and he shakes his head rapidly mouthing 'nonono’

dabi shuffles forward and pulls him close to his chest

hawks stiffens

then he relaxes and tightens his grip on the back of dabis shirt and he sniffles and they both let the tears fall at the same time and dabi shoves his head into hawks hair and simply breathes for the first time in an age and hawks rocks into his chest sobbing and dabis shirt gets quietly soaked as he rubs comforting circles on hawks back between his wings and his shoulderblades till he relaxes

they fall asleep like that

dabi falls apart in front of hawks for the first time after he tells him about being endeavors son

hes so incredibly confused that hawks isnt angry and he tries to push hawks away but hawks is calm 

dabi never yells but when he does

he screams loud, angry and broken

“I am related to that fucking monster I am his SON and I left. I didn’t protect them I have to protect them but I can’t let them see me like this I’m a villain-” his voice comes down to a plead and he’s crying, tears streaming down his scarred face and 

hawks shushes him and and flies up till he’s above dabi and dabi is face to chest with him and he hugs him

holds his head close to his chest and runs soft hands through his hair soothingly

dabi quietens

they stay like that for a while just. breathing

these are so angsty

I’m sorry wait I’ll write a happy one

hawks doesnt know how to cook

and bear in mind 

the only reason dabi can cook

is bc he is

1. the eldest child

2.  a hobo

3. a big fan of kurogiris creations be they cocktails or meals

so hawks wakes up one day

to smell pancakes

he has no idea how he knows that they are pancakes bc he barely has them 

unless he goes to a breakfast bar or smth

but he wakes up disoriented and tangled in his sheets

and most importantly 

and disappointing 

alone

even though he knows that he and dabi fucked last night

hard to forget with his being naked and his legs being weak and wobbly

so he dresses (barely, but I don’t write porn) and follows his nose to the kitchen, hovering in the air

and he sees

in all his bedhead, sweatpants and kiss-me-I’m-hot apron glory

his man

flipping pancakes not so expertly seeing as there are many pancake bits on the ceiling 

which is hard to accomplish seeing as hawks bought this apartment with only high ceilings, big windows and top floor in mind

so he tells him that conversationally

dabi jERKs 

and yelps girlishly and hawks is laughing his ass off way too loudly for ten am

the frying pan is tossed in the air and dabi is squatting on the floor with hands on his burning cheeks 

dabi peeks through his fingers and then drops his hands entirely when he sees how pretty hawks looks in the morning light

hair ruffled, shirt falling off his shoulder and still cackling hellishly

dabi gets up and doesn’t even argue at all with the instinct to smother him with love bc of how cute he looks

he throws his arms around him and squeezes, chin dropping on hawks’ head while hawks is still giggling to himself while he slides his arms around dabis waist

I want a forty five minute long hug no less 

[messrsbyler]

Alexa, play Here I Go fucking Again by Whitesnake.

Okay, SO AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE TUMBLR SO RUDELY CENSORED ME-

YES TO ALL OF THIS. EM YOU HAVE A GALAXY SIZED BRAIN AND MIND I AM SCREAMING!!! First I wanna say that seeing you wrote so much was so AMAZING TO SEE AND THE WAY I WAS ROLLING ON MY BED READING THROUGH YOUR RESPONSE BECAUSE IT'S SO DAMN CUTE I'M A PUDDLE OF MELTED NIC.

Mike being snarky trying to shoo Will away would be SO HIM. "I'm fine Will! I survived a maniac with telekinesis powers and a kink for godfather clocks. I think I can take care of a stupid cold." But Will can see right through Mike, he's had enough practice to push past what first meets the eye and dig deeper underneath all the layers of sarcasm and snark that cover the surface. And, of course, Will isn't having ANY of Mike's bullshit. AND YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT Mike being suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness and stumbling on his step, and right when he is sure his knees are going to give under his weight and he's going to fall ass-first on the floor, Will is there with his steady grip on Mike's lower back and wrist. And Mike might be still a few centimeters taller, but he still easily falls on Will's shoulder, cheeks blushing by the fever and breathing through his mouth.

"You were saying?"

"Shut up, Will."

And Will could do the exact opposite and enjoy this moment, but Mike is sick and his priorities have rearranged themselves from any other normal day, so making fun of his best friend/boy he's in love with is not on top of the list as most time it is. Will dragging Mike upstairs to his bed and being so gentle when covering him with the blankets.

And OMFG YOU KILLED ME WITH THE WHOLE Mike saying his pain is at a 5 or 6 and Will shooting from his sit to make Mike sit down because Mike is basically about to pass out from the pain, which is something the rest doesn't get like a five can't be that bad, it's only half. But Will does know that Mike is barely keeping himself standing at that point.

AND YES OMG THEY DO WORK AT THE SAME PLACE YES YES THAT'S JUST BRILLIANT EM!!!! MIKE THINKING WILL WILL BE MAD AT HIM KILLS ME BC IT JUST SPEAKS VOLUMES OF HIS PAST EXPERIENCES OF THE MOMENTS WHEN HE WAS VULNERABLE AND HOW THE SHAME AND BLAME WAS PUT ON HIM FOR BEING VULNERABLE AND AAAAAH!

ALSO WHAT IF AT SOME POINT IN MIKE'S BEDROOM when the fever has gone down a bit and Mike managed to gulp down some of the soup Will brought, Mike insists he's feeling better and that Will should head home so he doesn't catch whatever Mike has, that he'll be fine on his own. And Will shakes his head and stares at Mike deadly in the eye, grabs his hand and says, "Mike, you know you are allowed to need me too, right?"

And Mike keeps quiet because no, he does not know that. And hearing Will say it breaks something inside of him, that grip he has on that little kid inside of him, the one that cries and thrashes and screams, begging someone comes for him, to care for him. Mike learned how to cover that kid's mouth long ago, and it's become a second nature by now. But Will's words reach Mike like a gentle touch that pry his grip on the little kid's mouth, as if to say "It's okay. Let him scream, and cry, and call for help." And Mike fucking BREAKS because of course he needs Will. He's always had. But he needs Will in a way that he needs him close and safe, where Mike can reach him so he can take care of him. But Mike doesn't allow himself to need people in the other way, in the way where he's the one seeking them out, calling for them because he is the one that's lost and not the one that's looking, because he's the one that's scared and not the one that's comforting, because he's the one needing and not the one needed.

But here is Will, saying it's okay if Mike needs him in that way. That he can, that if Mike calls for Will, Will will come. That if Mike is sick, Will will bring his brother's soup and spend the day next to Mike just because Mike needs it.

anyhow mike being sick but playing it cool to not worry anyone because it’s not a big deal? maybe he’s dizzy and has a fever, maybe he has shivers and can’t hold his food, but he’s seen worse and he’s survived worse so he shoos everyone away and is about to make his routine and head for his summer job when a very sturdy and frowny william byers at his door stands in his way. because will knows mike, knows he plays things down and knows that if mike says his pain is a two then it’s probably an eight. so will drags mike back to his bed and makes sure he stays there, checks his temperature, brings jonathan’s magical chicken soup (a byers secret) and renés mike for the rest of the day, making sure he has everything he might need even if that’s is just company or a tissue. and mike tries to fight it at first because surely will has better things to do on their last summer before they graduate high school, but to be honest he idea of will being in the house with him is comforting. and then he gets used to will’s presence and pampering, the way his attention is focused solely on mike and how he doesn’t seem to want to leave his side only with the purpose of helping mike feel better. and mike… he likes this feeling. he’s like “oh, this… this is nice. when will takes care of me. i think… i think i like it…”

will comes back the next day and the one after that until mike is feeling good enough to head back to work. he was feeling good enough the second day already, but sue him if he wanted to have will’s attention all for himself just a bit longer. besides, what harm can it do to let someone take care of him for once?

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A/N: hey all, this is my first fic on tumblr. i went with dean and i have a lot of plans for this fic so please so support it ;( i’m sorry if my writing sucks im terrible i know but ive just had this idea in my head for a while so i wanted to put it somewhere. i’m most likely gonna continue it even if ppl dont read it bc i kinda wanna finish it lol. but yeah if you like it pls tell me :) any comments are very much welcomed! btw it starts off boring but i wanted a nice& clear background. i promise it will get better!

characters: dean x oc, zico, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, stoners(lol), violence, abuse.

chapter one:

  “nayeon!” I dropped the box full of school supplies as I ran to my roommate whom I hadn’t seen all summer. she replied with equal excitement as we hugged each other. we had just moved into a new place for the year and we were both anxious to set up our cute little house. our other two roommates had already arrived and I was the last one, what’s new.

“I missed you!” she cheerfully exclaimed.

“I missed you too!” I replied as I reached down, picking up the box I had dropped.

“come in we have to talk about tonight’s plans!”

she helped me finish carrying the rest of my stuff upstairs, and after sochi had helped me put my room together my phone dinged. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed it. I hadn’t noticed how much the 8 hour drive had exhausted me.

Apt D group chat-

Nayeon: be ready by 10! we all were invited to a sig nu party tonight at 10! we should leave around 10 or 10:30 just to make sure we get there when there’s already people there! school hasn’t started so welcome weekend is about to be crazy!

Sochi: it’s almost 9!! I’m going to get ready rn

Chaeyeon: omg ;( i really want to go but I am so tired from the drive

Nayeon: come out! It’ll be fun

Chaeyeon: tomorrow! tonight I’m just gonna stay in and sleep

Jisu: i just woke up from a nap so i’m down! rest a lot chae!

Chaeyeon: I will, have fun and be safe guys ❤

Sochi: we will bb ❤

and with that I got comfortable in bed, I was so exhausted that I didn’t care that I was still in my jeans and a long t shirt. I heard the girls getting ready to leave before I dozed off completely.

a mixture of screams and melodies woke me up. I was still as tired as ever. I picked up my phone and took a look. it was only 12am. the walls gently vibrated and with every second that passed I became more irritated. the loud music seemed to be coming from the other side of our apartment but when I got up, not surprised, no one was home. I walked into sochi’s room and peaked out her window. a dozen or so people were on our lawn.

“what the hell” I whispered to myself as I saw cans being dropped left and right. my anger grew more and more as i looked around the lawn. a bottle here a can there and…was that puke?

my mouth dropped slightly at the sight and I stormed down the stairs. I swung open the front door, startling a few people in the process. my little legs couldn’t go fast enough to keep up with my anger. within seconds I was in a familiar yet different place. this apartment was a mirror image of ours. everything was the same but on different sides. I looked around before I was grabbed and pulled back.

“what the fu-“

“private party, who do you know?”

I looked up to see a tall, dark haired guy. his eyebrows were thick and his lips were plump but all I could focus on was how much I wanted to hit him.

“I live across in apt d, is this your place?!”

“look, I don’t care where you live, who do you know?”

“what the fuck I don’t want to get into your stupid party!”

“you sure about that?”

“yes I’m fucking sure can you just turn your damn music down? people might be doing something crazy in the middle of the night, like sleeping!” he was amused by my response. his lips curled into a smug smile and he extended his hand.

“I’m zico” he said. I looked at the hand before me then back at him.

“can you just please turn it down and get your people away from our lawn?!”

“woah woah what’s going on? all the yelling above this good ass music? I don’t think so…. who’s this?” another tall guy holding a red cup came closer and he gestured at me as he looked towards zico. he, like zico, had dark hair but he also had a tattoo splattered across the side of his neck that reached down into his shirt. his scent was strong and hit me instantly. he smelled sweet, masked in the familiar scent weed mixed with alcohol. if it wasn’t for the smell of…well college, he would have smelled like heaven.

“she’s our new neighbor and she’s cute but she’s here to complain not to party with me” zico responded, scoffing as he took the red cup from his friend, chugging the last bit of liquid before walking off. I ignored him and looked at the guy before me.

“is this your place? turn it down it’s loud as fuck.” my eyes rolled slightly and my voice had given off an irritated tone. I pushed my way through the crowd and back out the front door and for the second time that night, my arm was grabbed and I was yanked back.

“what the hel-“ it was the guy I had just yelled at.

“what’s your name?” he blurted out and the smell of alcohol filled the air between us. I looked up at him, his hair layed in a simple curl above his left eyebrow and his eyes were glistening and red.

“chayeon” I replied as I lightly tugged my arm away from him. he quickly let go.

“sorry, about that…and the noise. we aren’t usually that loud but it’s our roommate, hyoseob’s birthday.” he was drunk and high, I could tell, but he kept himself so collected. if it wasn’t for his scent or his eyes I would assume he was sober. his cheeks were rosy and flushed like a child’s.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” he blurted out. fuck, I didn’t even notice that I had been staring at him.

“can you just turn it down a bit please?” I replied, attempting to contain myself from showing embarrassment.

“maybe I should take a picture of you instead? it’d be nice to look at your face everyday” he disregarded my words but damn, that was unexpected and it was difficult to retain my cheeks from flushing.

“yeah sure, anyways, I’m tired so by-“

“hey tired, I’m dean” he extended his hand, his lips curled into the cheesiest smile and a small chuckle escaped his lips. he had been proud of the stupid dad joke he just made.

it took a second for me to look away from him, but i took his hand and gave it a light shake.

“nice to meet you, dean”

“it’s way nicer to meet you chaeyeon” our eyes met as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze, his lips had formed a perfect smile and for a second I was so infatuated with him that I had momentarily forgotten why I came out in the first place.

“why don’t you stay. come inside, have some fun” he had noticed that I was intrigued by him and he purposely teased.

“no thanks” he was amused by my quick response but before he could reply we were interrupted.

“dean? come back inside babe!” a girl swung open the front door and the music escaped. she had shoulder length dark hair and pale skin with huge lips. her body was slim but she was tall, at least taller than me. she had a prominent hourglass figure and god she was pretty.

dean didn’t take his eyes off me as i analyzed the girl at the door. his eyes were glued on me and when i looked back at him he smirked, amused by my reaction.

“coming” he replied, his eyes still on me.

“well goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“tomorrow?” i asked.

“I live 10 feet away from you so unless you’re planning on avoiding me we will probably run into each often”

“right..” my lips flattened into an awkward smile, as I heard the girl call his name yet again in a whiny manner. i walked back into my house and I felt his eyes on me until the moment I closed the door behind me. I watched through the peep hole as dean went back in, taking the girl’s hand into his and shutting the door behind them. I turned my back to the door and pulled my phone out. as I was about to start texting I was knocked over by the door.

“chae!” jisu ran to me as I got up, rubbing my elbow.

“chae are you okay? I didn’t know you were there I’m sorry!” nayeon exclaimed and I chuckled, nudging jisu to let go of me.

“I’m fine, it’s not your fault don’t worry” for the second time that night, alcohol filled the air surrounding me. sochi and nayeon burst into laughter as soon as they saw that I was fine.

“ha ha so funny guys” I cracked a smile and rolled my eyes playfully.

“what the hell were you doing there?” nayeon barely managed to say, her laughs conquering her.

“nothing! I was just looking at how nasty the lawn looks now” my words paused the laughter filling the room and jisu walked over to the window, peeping through.

“they’re having fun tonight, but our lawn looks like crap now” she sighed, irritated. I could tell she was sober, as she usually was when we went out.

“we’ll beat them up tomorrow” sochi said as she took my hand and nayeon’s, dragging us upstairs.

“come on jisu! MOVIE NIGHT!” she yelled.

“shut up” I laughed, pushing her towards her room and she whined, mumbling to herself.

“I’m going to bed, night all” nayeon said as she stumbled into her room, jisu following behind to help her.

“I got nayeon, you got sochi?” I nodded in response as I walked into sochi’s room only to find her on the floor mumbling yet again.

“c’mon let’s get you in your pj’s and ready for bed” I grabbed her pj’s from a drawer, tossing them to her as she got up.

“can you close my window please, they’re loud” I went over to the window, taking a look before closing it. something near the bushes caught my eye. a tall light haired guy was outside making out with some girl. her short dark hair and tall, curvy frame were barely familiar but I was almost certain it was the girl who called dean back in earlier. it wasn’t very long before kissing turned to other stuff. there were tons of people on the lawn but I doubt anyone was sober enough to see them.

“chae?” I closed the window and the blinds, walking over to sochi.

“what’s up?”

“why were you staring out the window weirdo”

I rolled my eyes playfully and pushed her onto her bed.

“shut up and go to sleep”

“yes mom!”

I turned her light off and closed the door. once I entered my room I fell into bed, thinking about what happened in the span of only 40 minutes. was that dean’s girlfriend? did I just witness her cheating on him? why the fuck am I even thinking about this I literally met him half an hour ago. I tried to clear my head of the useless things I had been questioning and I eventually fell asleep.

the next morning I had gotten up early and went to the gym. thankfully it was early enough that everyone was still asleep. when I returned home I saw zico outside, removing all the cans and cups from our lawn. I hopped out of the car and walked towards him, from the looks of it he had been at it for a while because the lawn was almost spotless.

“oh, hi! I’m zico, sorry about the mess” he pressed his lips together and embarrassment flushed his face. I curled my lips into an amused smile, an unintentional laugh escaped and confusion crossed his face.

“you don’t remember meeting me last night?” his eyes wandered, trying to remember.

“no..sorry. I’m sober zico and I’m sorry if drunk zico said or did anything dumb last night. I hope it wasn’t a bad first impression”

“it’s alright, drunk zico met mad, sleep deprived chaeyeon so tell him she’s sorry for her attitude”

he smiled, relieved to find out he hadn’t done anything too stupid. I reached down and grabbed a couple cans, helping him pick up. the front door swung open from behind me and out came dean with the same girl from last night. her hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared but she still looked extremely pretty. dean’s hair wasn’t any better and he was carrying a pair of heels in one hand and car keys in the other. by the look on his face it was obvious that he wasn’t expecting to see me.

“dean! this is chae-“

“chaeyeon” dean finished the sentence for zico and the girl with him glanced at dean then at me and back at him.

“I remember you from last night” he nodded slightly and gestured toward the person next to him.

“this is heoyang, my girlfriend” he gently pushed her in my direction and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before extending her hand to me.

“hi it’s nice to meet you, we’ll most likely be seeing each other often” I took her hand and forced a smile.

“yeah, for sure” there was a moment of awkward silence. all I was thinking about was what I saw last night. this was none of my business but if I was in dean’s position I would want someone to tell me, but again, I’m not dean and I don’t even know him.

dean cleared his throat and walked closer to heoyang.

“I’ll be back soon I’m going to go drop her off” he looked at zico before he headed off toward a very expensive looking sports car with heoyang wrapped around his arm. once the car drove off zico looked at me, eyes squinting.

“what?”

“what happened with you and dean? he never acts so awkward in front of people” I shrugged and tossed him a can, walking towards my front door.

“maybe it’s because I just met him last night? I don’t know” zico stopped me before I closed the door behind me.

“hold up, we’re having a bbq in a couple of hours, you should join us and maybe your roommates too so we could all meet”

“yeah, sure, I’ll tell them right now” I smiled at zico. I liked him and I could tell we would vibe off each other really well. I walked in and the girls were all eating breakfast despite it being close to 12PM.

“chae come eat” jisu pointed to the empty place on the table with her fork that had a waffle on the end. I shaked my head and went into the kitchen to refill my water bottle.

“I grabbed a sandwich on my way home, thanks. by the way are you guys busy today? the neighbors invited us over for a bbq a little later” I walked back to the table, taking a seat and stealing a slice of banana from nayeon’s plate.

“no, I don’t have anything to do today. are they cute at least?” I smacked sochi’s shoulder and she rubbed it.

“I’ve only met two of them. One has a girlfriend and the other…well yeah he’s cute. not my type but he is good looking”

“nice, I’m there already” nayeon blurted out. I rolled my eyes playfully and made my way up to my room.

“I’m going to shower and get ready”

after I had showered I changed into a pair of light jean shorts and a racerback mustard tank top that exposed just a tad of midriff. I laid my hair down and put on some makeup. I loved makeup but I wasn’t very good at it so most of the time I avoided eyeshadow. lashes, liner and eyebrows were always a must oh and of course a nice highlight. it was now around 3PM and the girls were still getting ready as well.

there was a loud knock on the front door and I grabbed my phone, slipping it into my pocket before I went downstairs to open the door. it was zico. he looked..cleaner. his tank top exposed his toned arms, nice view.

“hey the food is almost ready, come out!” I nodded and called out for the rest of the girls. they came almost immediately which was unusual but since this involved guys they were all for it.

“sochi, nayeon, jisu, this is zico” they all exchanged hello’s and handshakes. we all followed zico out to his lawn where there were two picnic tables with the grill next to it. not to my surprise dean and heoyang were on one table eating and two other guys were sitting next to them. they got up once they spotted us and introduced themselves. hyoseob, who requested we call him crush because he “crushes hearts”, christain, and of course dean and heoyang. we all took a seat on the empty table and zico brought us burgers and chips. zico sat with us and soon crush and christain joined us too. we conversed, exchanging majors and where we were from. turns out zico and sochi lived in the same city but attended different high schools. they began to get along really well and exchanged numbers, social media etc.

while they were talking, dean had left for a bit to take heoyang home. once he returned the sun was beginning to set. he took a seat next to me, nayeon and jisu looked at me before returning to their conversation with the other two boys. 

“hey so about last night" 

“what about last night?” i said

“i tend to get flirty when i’m drunk, so sorry about that. don’t get it wrong i’m a loyal guy”

you might be loyal but she isn’t.

“it’s fine i didn’t think much of it anyways" 

"yeah but still..” i patted his shoulder and grinned. 

“don’t worry, i get it. my lips are sealed. i won’t tell your girl that you want a picture of me to look at everyday" 

he dropped his mouth slightly but with a smile. he chuckled in relief and passed me his phone. 

"how about i take your number instead of your picture. i heard you say you’re a chemistry major and i could use a lot of help with my chem class this semester. i’m a physics major" 

"aren’t physics people really good at chemistry?" 

"not this one” he joked. i took his phone anyways and inserted my digits. 

“i charge $20 an hour on weekdays and $25 an hour on weekends but for you, there’s a special, i’ll charge you $25 whether it’s weekday or weekend" 

"wow what an amazing deal, i can’t refuse that” he laughed at my dumb joke and took his phone back. 

“so why did heoyang leave so soon? it’s only 5:30” wow did i really ask that.

“uh she said she wasn’t feeling very well”

“oh well i hope she gets better soon” the atmosphere was so awkward now. i fucked up, whoops. it didn’t last long, we soon got into the nerdiest conversation about science.

we began the new semester the next day and as weeks went by, I had been tutoring dean in chemistry and he had been helping me in physics. aside from our school life, we had also gotten close in terms of friendship. I learned that his favorite color was black, he had a secret crush on selena gomez, and he didn’t tell me this but it was very obvious that his family was very wealthy. he always paid for meals and was constantly buying expensive clothing. zico and sochi had begun flirting a lot and they liked hanging out with all of us as an excuse to be together so the two apartments had become good friends in a short period of time. dean, christian and I didn’t go out on the weekends as much as the others did because most of the time we were studying. over the course of the 5 weeks that flew by I had gotten a text from nayeon. she explained to me that she didn’t know what to do because she saw heoyang hooking up with some random dude at a party one night. I told her to keep it to herself but the guilt was almost choking me. I managed to keep shut and so did nayeon.

zico’s birthday was just around the corner and a party had been well planned. this time I would be enjoying it instead of yelling at them to shut up. we tried to keep it a surprise but zico figured it out quickly. the day of zico’s birthday we had a nice dinner, which dean had sponsored, and later that night the party was on. the music was blasting and people showed up out of nowhere. it was only 11PM and the whole place was packed. the scene outside the house was way too familiar and I laughed at myself at the memory.

nayeon jisu and sochi were all dancing . sochi had begun feeling those shots from earlier kick in. she was making zico’s birthday very happy. I stayed near the kitchen, sipping on my drink and watching my roommates being stupid while dancing. don’t get me wrong I was feeling those shots too but I wasn’t ready to show my wild side to zico or any of his roommates. dean had stayed with me most of the night when he wasn’t with heoyang. she kept leaving and coming back claiming her friends were texting her about drama. I could tell dean wasn’t believing it and neither was I, but he didn’t say anything to her.

it got hot in there so fast and soon enough I couldn’t stand being in a tight long sleeve.

“I’ll be right back I’m going to change, it’s super hot” dean nodded and took a sip of his drink.

“ok but come back”

“I will” I chuckled. I headed out the door and the cool air hit me. it felt so nice, I stood outside for a moment and took in the air. as I was about to open the door to my place, I heard something coming from the basketball court that was connected to our lawn. it was dark and I couldn’t see much. I was also drunk which didn’t help. I walked a little closer and the image became clearer. it was heoyang, she was pinned against the fence with her skirt up. there was a guy in front of her and I didn’t have to look long before I could figure out what was happening. I couldn’t control myself and within seconds I was filled with rage. I walked over to her faster than I’ve ever walked, or at least it felt like that. without warning I grabbed her hair and yanked it back.

“what the fuck are you doing” she pried my grip off her hair and shoved me back. I stumbled a little but managed to keep standing.

“don’t fucking touch me you little bitch” she fixed her skirt and with every second that passed my anger grew and without hesitation I splashed my drink on her and she charged at me. the guy she was with held her back and the noise we caused made tons of people come out. she was cursing at me left and right. at this point I didn’t care anymore. I shoved the guy off her and grabbed a fistful of hair, my other fist met her cheek quickly and she fought back. I managed to push her down against the cement and I busted her lip open before I was pulled off her. the same guy held heoyang back as she continued to scream at me and I looked back. dean had his arms tightly around me, preventing me from moving. his face was filled with confusion and horror.

“let go of me dean I’m going to finish what I started” I growled as I fought to slip out of his grip.

“stop! fucking stop! that’s my girlfriend for fucks sake!”

“then tell my why the fuck this is the third time I’ve seen that bitch hooking up with some other asshole?!” I yelled back at him with no prior thoughts. the crowd that had been watching went almost silent. I heard some oh shit’s from them and at that moment, I realized what I just said.