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awoogahonkhonk · 10 months ago

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There’s actually a lot of TWST characters who I think would (or wouldn’t) partake in the devils lettuce sooo here are some TWST weed Headcanons.

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Also, Ik they teens. Teens, don’t do drugs. But I did as a teen and am still not of age, high while writing this soooo yeah. Please remember that this is fiction and these are fictional characters.

Note: not all characters are in this list. If I didn’t add a character it’s either cause I had nothing of substance to say about them or I don’t know the character enough to make a proper headcanon. Also if I say something wrong I’m sorry I’m not a connoisseur I just do what I get.

Warning(s): General talk about weed, Yuu is a stoner(maybe idk) in this, cursing, unedited and written by someone under the influence

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Riddle Rosehearts: As much as I want him to, and I think he would actually benefit from it, he wouldn’t. Especially pre overblot but also post. And it’s more than it’s against the rules. All he knows about marijuana is what he’s learned from the anti drug PSA’s his moms had him watch. And he hates the smell. And his fragile lungs can’t take smoke. And he doesn’t trust edibles or like the taste. So, as much as I want him to just give it a chance and chill tf out, it’s a firm no.

Trey Clover: He’s impartial. Doesn’t like smoking, or getting high in general but he doesn’t have anything against others doing it. May smoke in group settings but rarely. He will 100% make some fire weed brownies if you ask. Also, number one guy to be with if you get the munchies.

Cater Diamond: I think he’s tried it, had a bad high, and never touched the stuff again. Might be convinced to try again with some close friends but only if they know what they’re doing. Also, acts like he knows what he’s doing but ends up hacking up a lung.

Ace Trappola: Yeah why not. He’s down to try anything once. Actually likes being high with people, like him and Deuce and Yuu have reg smoke sessions and he loves it. Just likes the feeling idk. I don’t think he smokes alone tho. Likes flavored pens.

Deuce Spade: Will attend every smoke session and get a second hand high but will rarely actually participate. He thinks he has to be the responsible one while Yuu and Ace get high off their asses. But he’s not against smoking a little every once in awhile.

Leona Kingscholar: For sure dude. Someone is almost always on something in Savanaclaw so he’s been around his fair share and tried a couple things. Doesn’t like the smell from joints cause yk beast man heightened everything. So he prefers edibles or pens. Pens still stink to him but not as bad. Casual stoner. It helps him sleep when everyone in his dorm is all riled up over nothing. Gave Ruggie his first edible but was not happy when he had to take care of him after he greened out. (I have so many nsfw thoughts about Leona and smoking with Yuu omg don’t)

Ruggie Bucchi: Like I said, first time he had an edible he greened out. In his defense, the dosage was way too much. Leona kinda forgot he wasn’t as tolerant as him. He didn’t really want to do it again after that but he figured out smoking was easier cause he could gage where he was better. So now he’s a lil stoner. High Ruggie = ravenous Ruggie. Like Fr you’d think this kid was starving the way he was shoveling shredded cheese into his mouth, straight out the bag.

Azul Ashengrotto: Just gonna make a blanket statement now, none of the mer students smoke. They aren’t technically supposed to have lungs and filling those lungs with smoke is just painful. So he doesn’t smoke. He’ll do an edible every so often, usually to help him sleep, but that’s it. IS the campus dealer tho. He knows a guy. He knows quite a few guys actually. Hooks everyone up, for a price.

Jade Leech: Never has, never will. Has absolutely no interest in it. Doesn’t like not being in control of himself. Will be around when others get high though, he thinks it’s hilarious. Especially when people do too much and get sick.

Floyd Leech: Complete opposite of his brother. Will get high anytime, anywhere, with anyone. It hurts to smoke, like I said previously, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying. It’s actually getting better. He also thinks smoking looks cooler than edibles. High Floyd is a very cuddly monster. Will squeeze anyone who gets close enough. Just be thankful that he’s too out of it to use his full strength.

Vil Schoenheit: Will loudly advocate against it and ban his dorm from doing it but probably has a secret stash somewhere. Only Rook knows about it. He’s stressed ok?! You try being a famous actor/model/fairest in the land.

Epel Felmier: My boy wants to. He really does. He thinks it looks so cool, and if Yuu can do it so can he! But the smoke burns his lungs and edibles taste bad. But that doesn’t stop him from trying!

Idia Shroud: OKAY so there are two ways I could write this. Cannon how he probably is, or headcannon how I want him to be and see him as. Cannon, he probably talks a big game but actually knows jack shit about drugs of any kind. And is kinda scared to try. But he will, to seem cool. Ends up coughing up his heart but he tried and that’s what counts. And now he can officially say he’s ‘done weed’. Headcannon, Idia as a little loner stoner. It calms his nerves and makes it easier to talk to people. Usually if he’s out of his dorm, he’s high. He’s also high when he’s in his dorm. It helps him sleep and he thinks better with a lil weed in his system. May have developed a small codependency but that’s okay(no it’s not seek help). Mr wake and bake.

Malleus Draconia: Weed? Like, dandelions? What? He’s so confused when someone offers. Why would you smoke weeds? Lilia has to explain it to him three different ways before he gets it. He’ll try, but please give him an edible. It’s for your own safety. His lungs could probably take the smoke but if he ends up taking a hit too big he will cough up flames and not little ones. Very spacey once he’s high. Will stair at the ceiling for hours and say absolutely nothing.

Lilia Vanrouge: Has, will, wants to rn actually. Lilia lived through the 70s, he’s done almost every drug known to man, and probably some not yet known, at least once. Why not? He can take it. Doesn’t smoke often but also does? Idk how to explain it. Likes flavored cartridges more than anything else. The weirdo who fucks with cotton candy. He gets bad cotton mouth tho so… I mean, if you believe in the vampire theory like I do…👀

Silver: The first time he smoked was with his dad. He walked in on Lilia and a bong when he was like 15 and Lilia was like cmon m’boy. Now, he’s concerned that Lilia wasn’t more careful and exposed him so young but that also means he has an okay relationship with weed. Like, he’s able to make his decision firmly due to plenty of experimentation. He hates smoking and edibles generally but will absolutely body some weed brownies.

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sunshine-theseus · 10 months ago

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Fuck the RFEF | Amaiur Sarrigei x Reader

Words: 1.8k Summary: you refuse to play for the national team, risking your playing license, Amaiur disagrees Warnings: angst, !!mentions of SA!!, let’s pretend the girls are on a break in Barca before the call-up and Amaiur went to the wwc Requested by - @realsociadadferminofan

Patri, Cláudia and Mapi were who I always went to when something went wrong. Joining the 3 in abstaining from national team call ups after the 2022 Euros and being one of the 4 that refused a call-up for the world cup due to lack of action toward Jorge Vilda’s misconduct, they were basically my closest friends. Not to say the other girls didn’t mean a lot, I know if they felt like they could, they’d have joined us in refusing. But these 3 were who I had when I felt like crying as I watched my friends and girlfriend win the biggest football tournament in the world.

This also meant I’d go to them with relationship problems.

“What do you mean?” Patri had quickly paused the movie she was watching and called Mapi and Cláudia over when I came crying and banging on her door.

“I told her ‘I don’t care about losing my license if it means going against my morals and everything I’ve protested’ and she called me selfish and brainless.” Another sob wracks my body and I fall back into the arms of whoever is next to me.

“Amaiur said that?” it’s Cláudia who asks, tone of voice proving how ludicrous Am’s actions were.

“Verbatim.”

“Am! Did you get the email?” I yell across the house for my girlfriend who sits in the living room doing God knows what.

“Sí! Did you?”

“Yeah! What did you say?” my teeth worry at my bottom lip as I wait for her answer.

“I said yes, it’s a national call up. What about you?” I’m not sure what to say as my girlfriend strolls into our bedroom, holding her phone to her face.

She’s clearly re-reading the email we’d all been sent. An email majority of us had signed a statement saying we should not receive if changes were not made, especially after the events at the world cup.

“No.”

“Que? Que quieres decir ‘no'?” (what do you mean ‘no’?) Amaiur gives me a shocked look as I retreat beneath our blankets.

“Nothing has changed Am. How am I supposed to go back? Did you even read the full email? ‘If you refuse this national team call-up, your professional playing license may be revoked in correlation to the Spanish FIFA and RFEF code of conduct.�� They’re forcing me to reject my morals and risk my entire career for some shit call-up.” Angry tears prick at the corner of my eyes. This isn’t fair, how does she find this fair?

“Bebé, they got rid of Rubiales and Jorge, that’s what everyone was fighting for. You, Mapi, Patri and Cláudia, you can come back now.”

“Amaiur how do you not see nothing has fucking changed just because they got rid of two shitty people? Alexia, Ona, they wouldn’t be going if it wasn’t to protect the other girls, especially the younger ones. Esas chicas merecen algo major.” (those girls deserve better).

“So you’re not going? You’re giving up your career for this? You’re being a selfish and brainless cabrona!” (dumbass) the anger quickly melts off her face and regret fills her eyes, but I’m already pulling the sheets off me and heading for the door.

I grab my keys from the bowl that sits on the table beside the door, and leave. Her pleas for me to come back so she can apologise are futile as I walk down the hall. Señor Perez, the old man with many cats, sits at the end of the hall, giving me a pitiful smile that I return before making my way down the stairs.

“Ese pedazo de mierda.” (that piece of shit) it’s the first thing Mapi has said all evening, but it makes me laugh.

“No. I mean yes, but I still love her, I don’t think she meant it. We were both just angry.” It’s hard not to defend the girl I’ve loved for so long, but I know I’m right.

She’s always supported my decision to stand up against the RFEF and higher-ups. I just think she expected after Rubiales and Vilda were gone, we’d be playing together again. Admittedly I’d momentarily thought the same, but there was no way I could go back.

“Are you guys going?” the trio give each other guilty looks before turning to me. No one says anything.

“It’s okay if you do. I truly understand, you guys shouldn’t risk your careers for this. You’re being forced into it and that isn’t fair. I’ll support you no matter what.” I place an arm around Patri and grab Cláudia and Mapi’s hands.

“Thank you hermosa. We’re still going to fight this, from the inside.” Mapi says it in a funny voice and sends me a wink and I can’t stop the laugh that escapes.

Not much else can be said before we settle down on the couch to continue whatever movie it is the Patri has playing. Despite me calming down, I didn’t think I was in a state to return to my girlfriend quite yet. The universe seems to disagree.

There’s a loud knocking on the door and a familiar voice rings out from behind it.

“Patri, I know Y/n is in there! I need to talk to her! Please?” I’m standing and opening the door before anyone can reply.

Amaiur doesn’t waist a second in spewing out apologies and wrapping her arms around me. I reciprocate the gesture and begin rocking us back and forth. It’s hard to ignore the stares of our Spanish teammates who sit looking on in the living room.

“I’m so, so sorry, I can’t believe I said that to you. I stand by you, you know that. I’m just so scared for you and your career. You love playing so much and you might lose it all because of this.” I let out a sigh and pull away, resting a hand on her cheek.

“Do you want to know why I’m so willing to risk it all? Why I need this change so bad before I can come back?” she gives a simple shake of her head.

I have to give myself a second, swallowing nervously as I look into her eyes. The warmest, most beautiful eyes. She should know, I’ve hid it for too long.

“When… When we played in the Euros, there was one night where I was feeling bad. You were out with some of the girls, and I was in our room alone. Well around an hour after you left, Vilda came bursting in, obviously we weren’t allowed to lock our doors so there was nothing to stop him. He asked why I wasn’t doing team bonding and I told him I wasn’t feeling well. He came toward me and hugged me like he was going to comfort me, but-” I begin to choke on my words and tears breach my waterline. I can’t bare to look at the girls around me.

Am places a hand softly over my hand that rests on my own arm and I take a deep breath before continuing.

“His hands began to stray. I told him to stop and shoved him away, but he just kept going. He groped my ass and boobs, tried taking my clothes off. He slipped his hand down my shorts.”

“Did he…” Amauri is too scared to finish her sentence.

“He didn’t get that far; someone came knocking on the door and he just left with a sick grin.”

“Did you report him?” Everyone around me looks like they’re about to throw up, but for the most part they look angry.

“I reported him to every higher-up I could. They laughed me off and told me I was being delusional. That is why I can’t go back until there is actual change. Especially after what happened to Jenni and knowing other girls have been through it too. If that means I lose the job I love? So be it. They won’t shut me up.”

“I’m not goin-” Am tries.

“Yes you fucking are. I already told those 3, and I will tell Alexia and Marta and Mariona and whoever else I need to. You have to go, to ensure things change. And to make sure the younger girls are safe.” Cláudia, Patri and Mapi have all disappeared, so it just leaves me and my girlfriend.

“For you. I’ll do anything for you bebé.” I stand on my tippy toes to press a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you.”

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4 members of the Spanish Women’s National Team have been released from international duty without sanctions, not including Alexia Putellas who has been allowed to leave due to injury. Is the change we’ve been waiting for, finally coming?

It’s the main headline across all media platforms the morning of the second day of camp. A 7-hour meeting to release 4 players. Fucking ridiculous.

Despite it, a smile tugs at my lips as I sit in bed, the sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of Amaiur and my bedroom back in Donostia-San Sebastian. I wait patiently for my girlfriend to arrive, a cup of coffee on her bedside time while my own rests in my left hand.

“Hola bebé! Is that coffee I smell?” the door slams shut behind Amaiur and her footsteps slowly creep closer to the bedroom.

I place my coffee on my own bedside table and get up, pouncing into her arms when she walks through the open door. She stumbles for a moment before adjusting her grip on my thighs, smiling brightly up at me as I lean down and kiss her hard.

My hands thread through her hair and she turns us around and walks forward to press me against the wall. In a moment of weakness, she squeezes my thigh and I let out a moan, allowing her to slip her tongue past my lips.

Not long after, we have to break apart for air.

“You’d think I’d been missing for months with the way you kiss me.”

“Any amount of time away from you it too long.” I give her a small smile and she pecks my nose, making me giggle.

“Can we cuddle and drink coffee while we watch movies?” I pout at her as puts me back on my two feet.

“Anything for my girl.”

Very soon after, I find myself in her arms on the couch, all curtains drawn shut, warm cups of coffee abandoned on the table, Encanto playing loudly on the TV. Naturally I sing along poorly and quote every line.

“Have you heard from the RFEF about your license?” I smile into her neck at the question.

“I get to keep it. And they gave an apology. Not that it means much still, but we’re getting there.” Amaiur squeals and jumps off the couching, taking me with her. She lifts me up and spins me around before putting me back down, spreading kissing across my face. My heart clenches at her display of love. How can one be so perfect?

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #woso fanfics #wwc 2023 #Amaiur Sarriegi #Spanish footballer #amaiur sarriegi x reader #amaiur sarriegi fanfic #spain wnt #spain women's national team

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st4rgzer · 10 months ago

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Could you make some hcs w matt where the reader is grieving the loss of someone really close and how matt helps and comforts her? Thxx

matt sturniolo headcannon’s (helping grieving reader)

tw: loss of a loved one

dealing with the loss of your loved one is hard, especially when you have what seems to be, the weight of the world on your shoulders, having to post daily videos, check up on your friends. But Matt will absolutely be doing everything he can in his power so that you feel the least pressured possible, making statements online so you don’t have to, informing everyone in your close circle, and being there when you need someone to hold.

he wont demand anything of you, and he definitely doesn’t expect you to talk to him immediately if you aren’t ready. He’ll just do what he knows best, and be a shoulder for you to cry on, and stay silent, because he knows you need that.

after some time passes, he’ll give you plenty of advice, and insist on writing your thoughts down, or seeing a therapist, things that had helped him in the past.

He would go with you when you couldn’t deal with going alone to your loved one’s grave, bringing along flowers and holding you closely when you feel tears start to well up in your eyes, taking your hand so you know it’s okay to cry.

He’d give you your time, wether it’s weeks, months, or years for you to get over the mourning of your loved one, even though the pain is never really gone, but it gets easier to manage. He just makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, that’s the number one priority for him.

Of course, he’d heard of them, and listened closely when you would talk about them to him. He surprised you once by preparing a meal they’d always make for you, making you cry relentlessly, but with joy. It reminds you that remembering doesn’t always have to be painful.

He would remember you talking about their favorite flowers, and the next day, place a bouquet of them on their grave, making you cry once again, but not necessarily because you felt sad, it made you feel warm and filled with joy that your boyfriend listened so attentively when you spoke, and helping you feel like they’re still here.

On your loved one’s birthday, the first one after passing away, after coming home from a draining family dinner filled with mourning faces, Matt welcomed you with warm blankets, a meal he’d found from your family’s old cooking book, and a promise that he’d drive you tomorrow to visit their grave.

And lastly, he’d make sure to not let their name or their essence be forgotten, making you tell him stories about them, asking questions, and remembering to say their name once in a while.

taglist: @iha8you @dwntwn-strnlo @eyelessdemon @strnlsblog @ssturniolo @sturniololoverr @sturniolol @gabbylovesreading @slaysturniolo

a/n; this was really cute and sad and i really enjoyed writing this! if you are actually going through the loss of someone you love, i am so sorry, i hope you are going through it with ease and you are taking care of yourself

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff

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wodania · 1 year ago

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For the favorite clothing ask I’d have to say EVERYTHING is my favorite! Though I will narrow it down to a FEW pieces:

- Basically anything with the Northmen/First Men (ESPECIALLY the earrings which may be slightly from my adoration of statement earrings in fashion).

- Daenys the Dreamer (which 1. You have superb taste in music 2. I could stare at your design of her for hours if I was able too😄).

- Younger Egg (where one was him as king and the other as a prince, especially the one of him with the shorter hair. I could picture him looking like that when he’s growing it back from his adventures with Dunk😊😊).

- As well as the Connington family art (particularly Young Griff’s outfit: he looks like just another Connington like that🥺/it’s also hard for me to view it since I just want to wrap him in a blanket and keep him safe with his dad at Griffin’s Roost forever😭🥺🥺).

I just enjoy how you design characters if you can’t tell (when picturing the characters I can only see your designs now😄🫶🫶)!

(original lyanna piece)

(original betha piece)

(original arya piece)

(original rhaelle piece)

Some earrings!!! These originally started off as beaded, but I’ve since played with a sort of stitched(?) style with beaded ornaments. I’ve been playing around with more northern fashion on the side, I just need to get good at making patterns before you can truly see what I’m capable of!

(original daenys piece)

Omg this one was the blueprint for all of my Targaryen designs since, I still love it. I’d love to do a sketch featuring the full outfit, since I adore the shape and fabrics (to try to describe it, the red robe is only on her torso, the black dress continues down all the way to her feet. If she were to remove the robe, the dress would be sleeveless).

About the music, I was top 0.5% of Florence fans last year and I am determined to remain in that rank 🫶 adore her so much

(original egg piece)

I wanted to draw Egg in more regal attire, since hes only ever really depicted in simple tunics and shirts as a child. Funny you mention the hair, because I was just making a note that Egg wore his hair shorter in the years following his time with Dunk! In my mind, he wears his hair shorter until around his late twenties or so (you can see the shorter hair in my most recent piece too).

(original connington piece)

Aegon has always been more of a Connington than any other family to me 🫶 I like using tartans and kilts with Stormlander designs whenever I can, so I like implementing them in Aegon’s design as well! I’d like to redesign some Aegon outfits keeping the more regal Targaryen vibe mixed with the Connington colours someday! One of these days I’m gonna sit down and just do a bunch of costume designs for you guys I promise 😭

Also the comment about you picturing my designs when you read: I literally sent a screenshot of that to my friends bc I was so happy tysm 😭

#my asks

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bleedingovereden · 1 year ago

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//ok i started my essay about arthur being a chaser a few days ago, got distracted, and now i'm trying to finish it.

so, first things first, an obvious disclaimer: i don't think cis people being attracted to trans people is inherently fetishistic. i'd even go so far as to say i don't think cis people *preferring* trans people sexually or romantically is inherently fetishistic, but that's more of a case-by-case basis and not something I feel comfortable making a total blanket statement on. i think trans fetishization discourse gets out of hand very quickly tho, and it's *very* easy to turn it into "if you find trans people attractive u are a fetishist." fetishization *is* an important issue to consider and address, but it's also not a black and white issue with no grey areas.

ok disclaimer over.

so arthur is a chaser who fetishizes trans men, especially pre-op trans men. or at least, he fetishizes *ink* as a pre-op trans man. let's talk about that.

(content warnings: transphobia, homophobia (especially internalized homophobia), talk of genitals and sex)

when arthur and ink met, arthur was a closeted cis gay dude desperately trying to pretend he was straight. he dated women, and i used to joke about him being a virgin when he met ink, but i've changed my mind on that. he had girlfriends and slept with them, had one night stands with various girls, etc. etc. was he a good boyfriend to them? no lmao. but he tried. and that's unrelated.

by the time he accepted the fact that he is gay with no attraction to women, he'd been friends with ink (noah back then) for a while, and also had a dear friend in a trans woman named madison. so, he was aware that trans people exist and a fully supportive cis ally. buuuuut a part of arthur went "well it's *less gay* to fuck a trans dude than a cis dude." is that something arthur consciously believed? absolutely not. but that's part of how he was able to more easily accept his attraction to noah at first. yes, that's very shitty of him, and no, i am not condoning that or saying he's right.

arthur never consciously voiced this opinion, but he also never challenged it or worked through it either, so it fed into how he approached his attraction to and relationship with noah. arthur went from "being very cool about his boyfriend having a pussy" to "being a bit overenthusiastic about his boyfriend's pussy" REAL fucking fast. because he'd had sex with exclusively cis women up to that point, so he poured his all into a relationship with a man who had genitals he was familiar with. and along the way, was *very not normal* whenever noah mentioned wanting bottom surgery.

he also was probably very similar about noah's breasts, but at least there he wasn't *so* attached to them that he discouraged noah from pursuing top surgery.

but back to the bottom surgery. so ink has always been relatively comfortable with his genitalia as is, especially after being on t for a while and having bottom growth. he's fine with having a pussy. however, he *has* wanted bottom surgery for a while as well, and i've talked in another post about his specific goals in that regard.

arthur never openly or directly discouraged noah from pursuing bottom surgery, but he definitely was leery about his boyfriend no longer having the junk he was used to. arthur, accept change and potential brief discomfort to make his lover happy?? no. why would he do that???

so whenever they had sex, he would lavish *a lot* of praise on noah's body As Is, subtly discouraging him from doing anything to change it. he's not experiencing *debilitating* dysphoria down there, so why worry???? (arthur shut up challenge.)

he also definitely used noah's transness as a gotcha against people in his life occasionally. like when arthur's parents initially lashed out at him for being gay, i guarantee you he outed noah as trans to them as a way of proving like "well i'm not *totally* gay, i'm dating a dude with a cunt." noah wasn't in the room to hear that and probably doesn't even know that happened. and when his parents still disowned him, he doubled down.

okay i'm running out of steam here, so.

tl;dr: arthur went from "enthusiastic cis ally" to "can you please be fucking normal about your trans partner's body for five fucking minutes" real fast.

#our greatest gifts have become our demise ⟦ ooc ⟧#transphobia cw #homophobia cw #one step forward‚ two steps backward ⟦ headcanons ⟧#//embarrassed and hesitant to post this #//but here we go #i knew a boy who's broken every vow he's made ⟦ arthur huffman ⟧

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rose-in-a-fisted-glove · 1 year ago

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Fine, make me put on my work hat on a Saturday.

No one can prove that they have good intentions to track someone down. Your conversation showed that you potentially had a conversation with him and that's all.

If it hasn't been manipulated, at best, it is a snapshot of time. It does not show a progression of a relationship or a pattern of treatment over a relationship. This should not be considered sufficient evidence of goodwill from anyone (not meaning you specifically, but anyone). Especially not when regarding someone's personal information.

That is why it is essential to Never Ever Ever give out this sort of private information about someone. You don't know that you aren't going to get them into a bad situation, and its better to be safe than sorry. Better to be silent than wrong.

Even just saying you can get in contact with someone is enough of a starting point if the asker has bad intentions. And we, as humans, are not mind readers. Thus, do not answer the questions.

If we're going to continue with my workhat, anyone can state that they are a member of a minority or have been through a traumatic set of experience such as abuse or stalking.

However, even if accepting that the person in question is part of the minority group in question or has been abused or stalked, that doesn't change anything. Prior trauma does not mean that future intentions are good. Prior trauma does not mean that you cannot hurt other people. Essentially, an asker's history does not play a role in protecting another person's potential safety. Therefore, your request should be ignored and not answered. Just like anyone else asking similar questions.

As for your misreading, I never said you were abusive. There's more than a few red flags at this point in the conversation. But when I started with the comment, it was a blanket statement to never give this information to anyone.

As for this weird obsession people have with sizes of blogs, I don't get it. I treat all the blogs I come across the same. We're all just bloggers here. @atheostic isn't even my follower (I don't think?). We both frequent the same tags. The same tag that you chose to use.

Additionally, you seem to be operating under a parasocial misconception. I am friends with maybe 4 or 5 of my mutuals. A few conversations does not a friendship make. You don't even know my internet handle let alone my name.

I am sorry you projected friendship onto that, but I wonder if that's part of why you're so upset that I made a statement not to answer these types of questions from anyone.

Addendum, as for what I gain from this, hopefully, awareness not to answer this type of question from anyone. It is a tactic commonly used enough by bad actors, which means it should be disregarded by everyone as unsafe.

🎵here I am, once again…🎶

I’m trying to get back in touch with this person. If you know him / how to contact him, he’d know me under this name:

We got into an argument and I blocked him. I’ve made some changes in my life and realized I value his input regarding that, however because we parted on less than friendly terms I don’t know if he would be willing to speak to me again.

All I ask is the chance to give him the opportunity to make that decision.

Again, I want to emphasize that you do not have to give me his contact information directly at all. You don’t have to trust my intentions at all. If you know him, all I ask is that you let him know that I want to talk, and that I sent a friend request on discord. It is his choice from there as to how to proceed.

#If you guys are reading this #My IRL friends following me are not counted in that friendship count #We became friends the other way around :)

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thewordworrier · 2 years ago

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An Attempt Was Made

Title is... A title and a statement? (And used in the fic?) Word count: 2,131 words. Ish. Notes: ~ ‘Reader’ is MCR’s drummer, newest to the group - Shelly is still their Tour Manager/Assistant, because, well that’s her job. ~ More of a friendshippy type thing. ~ Definitely more of a conversation fic. ~ Be gentle with me, I haven’t done this before! Okay, so this is my first attempt at like, a Reader fic? I have tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, and the only ‘traits’ I’ve given ‘Reader’ is that they’re the drummer for MCR and they have hair? I think. I am... Not Sure how I feel about this really; not sure how I’ve done. It was hard! Like, damn! Maybe it’s because I tried to keep it too neutral and wasn’t too sure of where I wanted to go before I started. Well, that’s not true, I had a vague idea. If I do it again, maybe I can try the “you” route instead of being so neutral like I was here. This didn’t go where I had the intention of sending to but.... Ahhhh, I don’t know. I’m going to post it here anyway, I’m not sure if it’ll go on AO3.

- - - - - There was a gentle knock on the door; too soft to belong to one of the boys, but just soft enough to belong to a certain blonde. “Hey,” she called softly from the other side. “Can I come in?” Shelly waited for a moment, straining to hear through the door. “You know I’m gonna come in anyway if this door is unlocked,” she kept her tone friendly and unthreatening. Not that doing that was hard. “So, speak loud enough now or forever hold your peace?” Upon hearing nothing, she tried the door handle, honestly surprised to find it unlocked. She tsk’d to herself - this meant that no-one else had tried it or had tried to go into the room. She closed the door behind her and padded across the floor to the bed where she settled on the edge near the lump under the blankets. The curtains were drawn and the lamp on the side table was on. At least they weren’t completely in the dark. “Yeah,” she said gently. “Blanket cocoons make me feel a bit better too.” There was a soft chuckle from inside the cocoon and that made Shelly smile. That was a start after all. She shifted a little to be more comfortable and to sit on the bed a bit better - she wasn’t perched on the edge so much now. She hesitated before patting the part of the cocoon where she assumed her friend’s head was. The lump shifted closer to her and she hummed. “Yeah okay,” she said softly. “Do you want me to move a little so you can get closer?” “Please,” said a quiet voice. Shelly leant down to slip her shoes off before moving back against the headboard. “Come on then.” The blonde watched the cocoon move and the head of their drummer emerged before they shifted themselves to settle down closer to her. She held up a pillow and gestured to it, putting it on her lap when they nodded. Once she patted the pillow, the drummer settled their head on it. Once they were settled, Shelly started gently running her fingers through their hair. “There we go,” she said quietly. “Is that a bit better?” “Mm.” “Thought so,” Shelly nodded. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” They shook their head before speaking. “Why are you asking me a question that you probably already know the answer to?” “Because, sugar, I wanted to see if you wanted to talk about it. If there was anything in particular that you wanted to talk about,” she kept running her fingers through their hair, slowly and soothingly. “I know I should talk about it, but I just feel so stupid.” “You have no reason to feel stupid,” Shelly kept her voice quiet and gentle. “You’re not stupid. You’re just feeling a bit vulnerable at the moment, and that’s okay.” “It doesn’t feel like it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes though. Especially not with the image of the band.” Shelly snorted. “It’s very much okay to be vulnerable, band image be damned. We’re all human, you know. You’re allowed to have feelings, and more importantly, you’re allowed to express them.” “Yeah, but -” “No no, don’t give me whatever it is you’re gonna give me,” Shelly poked them in the earlobe gently, smiling a little when they squirmed. “You don’t have to express them in public if you don’t want to, you don’t even have to express them in front of the rest of the band, or even in front of me. But you’re allowed to feel things.” “Are you sure?” They sat up and leant against the headboard, next to Shelly. “Absolutely sure. Hell, it might even be healthy to express feelings in public; to show the fans that it’s okay to feel too, you know? The band is all about breaking out of the boxes, isn’t it?” “Mm, that’s true.” “It’s okay to show that things in the industry aren't all sunshine and rainbows too,” Shelly shifted in her spot on the bed to grab the drummer’s hand, giving it a squeeze. This earned her a smile. “Um,” they started, avoiding looking at their tour manager. “I know you said that I didn’t have to talk to you, but… Can I?” Shelly cooed softly and pulled them closer, humming as they leant their head against her shoulder. “Of course you can talk to me. Whenever you need to, you come and talk to me.” “Are you sure?” They glanced up at her. “Of course. I care about all of you. Why wouldn’t I?” “Well, it is kinda your job…” They mumbled, hiding their face in the blanket. “Hm… Yes, it is my job to look after you guys. But I don’t have to go as far as I do. I do it because I really do care.” They sighed. “Yeah, I know you do, really I do, deep down. Sometimes I just have trouble remembering it day to day.” “That’s alright you know. Everyone had moments like that, you know?” “Even you?” They smiled and spoke genuinely. “You know, ‘cause you’re so put together and well adjusted and all of that.” “Oh, pffft. Come here.” She gestured for them to lean against her again, smiling when they leant their head against her shoulder. “Yes, even me.” They chuckled and sighed as Shelly’s fingers found their way back into their hair. “Don’t believe you really.” “You should believe me,” she grumbled playfully. “You will eventually.” “Mm, we’ll see.” The blonde chuckled and they sat together quietly for a little bit. “I just…” Shelly tilted her head as they started talking so she could listen better. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t get as much support as the others,” the confession was quiet and almost shy. “From me? Or from fans?” They looked at the blonde, eyes wide to see her with a small frown on her face. “You? No no! You support all of us so well! You’re very fair with your time and energy!” This seemed to relax her - they felt it. “Okay, good, because I’d hate to think that I’m not doing my job properly. That I’m not being a good enough friend.” “No,” they shook their head; gently of course, they were still leaning against her. “It’s not you, you do a great job, both personally and professionally.” “Thank you,” Shelly said quietly. “That means a lot to me.” They nodded and the pair fell quiet for another few minutes. “From the fans?” Shelly said eventually, feeling them nod once. “Oh, honey.” They felt Shelly move a little and they sat up a bit better as they watched her pull her phone out of her pocket. She unlocked it with a tap and a swipe before opening one of her apps and typing something. She hummed for a moment as she waited for it to load before showing them her phone. On the screen was a photo album full of screenshots of social media posts. This folder was for them - the drummer. It had… Quite a lot of screenshots in it actually. “You can read as many as you want,” Shelly said quietly from beside them. “I can even send you some if you want.” “I have… A question?” “Sure darling.” “Why do you have screenshots? Don’t you like the posts on the apps?” “Ah,” she smiled. “A good question, actually. Yeah, I don’t like the posts on the apps because I’m normally using the band’s account. I hardly use my personal ones anymore. I don’t want the fans to figure out my personal and I think they’d freak out if the band’s account started liking their posts.” “I suppose if they found out that the band’s account was as active as you are on it, you’d probably get way more messages and that than you do.” “Exactly that.” Shelly nudged them gently. “Look at you with the brains and the talent.” She giggled softly as they blushed and grumbled in disagreement. “Maybe I just have the brain cell today. I’m sure one of the others normally has it.” Shelly snorted and laughed. “The idea that there’s just one or two brain cells that the band shares never fails to amuse me, but you know that’s not true.” “Yeah,” they grinned at her. “There’s only one brain cell between the whole band because you have to do all of our thinking for us.” She snorted again, shaking her head. “You and I both know that’s rubbish. You are all smart and talented and you all drive me absolutely insane.” The drummer laughed at that. “We don’t mean to, though, really Shell.” “Truthfully I think it would be boring if you didn’t,” she admitted. “But y’all are never too bad. It’s like you just like to tease and test me.” “Some more than others.” “Mm hm.” Shelly watched the newest band member scroll through her screenshots again, a small smile staying on their face as they did so. Good. That was what she wanted. But she did make a mental note to talk to Gerard about… Sharing the support a little more. “There are other posts,” she said quietly. “Other, ah… Good ones, but they’re not as family friendly as those. I don’t screenshot those but they’re out there. You do have your own little fan base though, just like the others do. They’re there. They might be a bit quieter, but they’re just as passionate in defending you and sticking up for you and supporting you as the fan groups for the others are.” She paused and lifted their chin. “Listen to me. You are loved just as much as the rest of the band, okay?” They nodded. “By the fans and by me.” A grin spread across their face. “Yeah, but you have your favourite.” Shelly blinked rapidly, let their face go and shook her head as her cheeks started to go pink. “Oh, shut up, I do not.” “Oh, you do! I know you do! I spent a lot of time observing, a lot of time listening.” They smiled at her, their voice softening. “I see the way you are with him.” “I don’t -” “And,” they continued, still gently and nicely. “I see the way he is with you.” “I have no idea what you mean,” Shelly’s cheeks went from a pale pink to a light red. “You should do something about that, really.” The look the assistant gave the drummer was one of the most unimpressed that they personally had ever been on the receiving end of. They chuckled nervously. “No, really,” they started, sounding less confident as they went on. “I mean, maybe? You should?” “Yeah, sure, that’s totally going to happen,” Shelly cleared her throat. “Hey, an attempt was made?” Shelly just rolled her eyes, though it was playful. “Enough of that… How’re you feeling?” The roll of her eyes was met with a shake of the drummer’s head. “Um. Yeah, I guess, not bad?” “Do you believe that you’re not as unsupported as you think?” Shelly asked gently. “Um… Maybe? I don’t know how much I believe it, but… I know it’s there?” “Mm hm. It is,” Shelly felt them lean against her again and she hummed as they settled together quietly for a little bit before she spoke again. “I’m gonna start sending you some of those screenshots whenever I think you’re having a down moment. Or you can ask me to send you one if you need the boost.” “That… That sounds like a good idea actually.” “Good! Because I’m gonna do it anyway, whether you ask me for them or not!” She smiled and her tone softened. “You’ll believe it eventually.” They sighed. “I… Hope so.” “You will.” She watched them shift away from her and stretch before rubbing the back of their neck as they glanced at her. “Something up?” “I… Can I have a hug?” “Can you -” the blonde snorted a little, sat up straight and held her arms out. “Of course you can have a hug, c’mere.” They didn’t need to be told twice, and soon they were wrapped up in one of Shelly’s tight, snuggly hugs as she stroked their hair. It was nice, and she smelt good. She was comforting. “You ever have any issues; with the others, with the fans, with the press, you come to me and I’ll sort it, okay?” She felt them nod. “I mean, not only is that my job, but it’s instinctual for me.” “Mama bear,” they mumbled with their cheek against her shoulder. “Mama lion,” she corrected gently. “But yes, same thing. You feeling better?” They hummed and nodded. Shelly groped for her phone and checked the time. “Shall we go and gather the others and go and get some food?”

#She Speaks #She Talks Writing #my writing #fan fic - vaguely I guess #September 2022 #friendship fic?#A Reader! Fic #I think #Ehhhh - jury is out on that one

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shycoconutt · 3 years ago

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I Found My Light (Kakashi x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/n: Sound the alarms! It’s my first ever writing post! I’ve had this written for a while tbh, and I feel like I’m ready to start getting into this.

Summary: A late-night walk turns into a rekindled friendship.

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but might not be later lol)

You opened your eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. Staring at the white ceiling, you sighed. Sleep seemed to evade you recently, a side effect of the recent dreariness of your life. You found yourself living the same days over and over again. Because of this, the line between day and night started to fade.

The moon was full tonight, you noticed as it shined brightly through your open window. It was the perfect temperature out, warm but chilly enough to feel comfortable wrapped in your blankets. You love listening to the occasional sounds that occurred outside, the noise of leaves rustling in the wind being your favorite.

Your gaze left the moon and landed back on your ceiling. Why is something as simple as sleeping so hard? Gods, all you wanted was an escape. With a huff, you pushed the covers off of you and sat up from your lying position. Trying to force yourself to sleep would do more harm than good right now.

You make your way to your dresser and pull out your favorite pair of black joggers. You love them because they are tight on your ankles, loose on your legs, and have a cinched band at the waist. They are perfect for any lazy day. You slip them on over your underwear, you never go to bed with pants on, and exchange your sleep shirt for a cropped black hoodie made from the same soft, elastic material as your pants.

You turn to face your large standing mirror in the corner of the room to assess your appearance. The all-black look was your favorite, especially since it will help you blend into the night. Your hair was a mess, so you decided to put it up in a loose bun on the top of your head and pull out some strands to frame your face. It felt good to not look so polished and put together. Your jonin uniform was not the most comfortable piece of clothing, especially with the way it hit your figure.

You walked out of your bedroom and across the kitchen to the front door of your apartment. One foot after the other, you slide into your sandals and grab the key to your apartment hanging on the hook next to you. With that, you leave your apartment and head out into the night.

You walked the streets of Konoha at a gingerly pace. It was probably around 3 a.m. at this point, and there wasn’t a single soul on the street with you. You make your way past the line of shops on the main street, including your favorite bakery where you'd treat yourself to a lemon square after coming back from a long mission. You thought about that lemon square a lot when you were out risking your life, embarrassingly enough.

A couple of turns later and you found yourself heading towards your favorite place in all of Konoha, a little area of woods towards the perimeter that contained this amazing koi pond. Although it was nighttime and the fish wouldn’t be as active, you still want to check to see if you can watch any. To your surprise, your favorite koi, who you nicknamed “Nishi'', was out and swimming around by himself. You sit criss-cross in the grass and watch as he glides through the calm water, almost putting you in trance. Nishi didn’t look or act like the others; He was black with white, almost silver-looking spots and he was less frantic in nature. You sway from side to side as you watch him, thinking to yourself about how you would like to be more like Nishi.

“You look cute watching the koi.” You heard a soft, yet unwavering voice declare behind you.

“Holy sh-” You almost jump out of your pants at the unexpected presence. Surprised, you quickly turn your head around to see who’s voice that could possibly be. To your disbelief, there lies a figure perched up by a tree a couple yards away from you. Their feet were crossed, legs extended, one hand in the pocket of their pants, the other holding up what looks like a copy of Icha-Icha, head turned towards you, and wild hair moving with each passing breeze. How did I not notice him?

“Oh I’m sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to startle you. I figured you knew I was here because you walked right past me.” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head and let out a small chuckle. “Guess I should have made my presence known right away.”

Still in disbelief, you get up and slowly make your way towards the figure, stepping into the shadow of the tree to see him more clearly. As you approached you immediately recognized the silver-haired jonin.

“Kakashi?” You say confused. “What are you doing out here? It’s late.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He states, closing his book and setting it down next to him on the grass. He looked different. He looked… quite hot actually. The jonin uniform you usually saw him in was traded for a pair of comfortable-looking grey sweatpants and a tight, black tank top that connected to his mask. He wasn’t wearing his headband either, just keeping his left sharingan eye shut in a permanent wink. As you observed him, you couldn’t help but notice that he was doing the same to you.

“I suppose you're right.” You smirk and let out a small chuckle. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured that if I was up I should take a walk around the village to clear my head. This is my favorite spot, so I guess I just naturally ended up here.” You exclaimed, still standing in front of him.

“It looks like you and I are having the same issue,” he states plainly, “I came out here a little while ago after tossing in my bed for an hour. I hate trying to force myself to sleep; It’s a battle I never seem to win.” His eyes averted your gaze and moved to his now empty hands in his lap. You couldn’t help but notice a hint of pain in his voice and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You know about the things Kakashi has been through, as it was pretty common knowledge to all jonin in your mutual age group. You were pretty close with his friends, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma, but Kakashi always seemed to keep everyone at an arm’s length. He also was an Anbu for ten years, which didn’t help the disconnect either. Fortunately, he was relieved from his Anbu position a couple weeks ago, and gradually you have been seeing him a bit more here and there. Though, this is the first time you are able to have a conversation with him in what seems like forever.

“Well,” you sighed, “I guess we have lost the battle together. We must be pretty shitty jonin.” You stated flatly.

Kakashi squinted his eyes and you both laughed. You couldn’t help but take a mental picture of his face at this moment. You really enjoy seeing him happy, as it makes you happy too.

You can’t kid yourself, having a chance to talk with Kakashi alone feels like such a treat. Little genin (y/n) would be ecstatic right now. Of course you had a crush on him back then, who didn’t?

“You’ve always had a natural talent for connecting with people,” Kakashi mused, “I haven’t talked to you since we were teenagers, and here I am laughing with you like we’re long-time friends.”

You could feel your eyebrows furrow at that statement. Yeah sure, you weren’t at his apartment every week for Sunday brunch, but you did have a history.

“Kakashi,” you started, “You are my long-time friend. Just because we drifted apart doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. To be honest, I was relieved when I found out you were no longer going to be a member of the Anbu. It wasn’t good for you.” You stepped closer and sat down next to him, leaning back on the tree stump. The grass felt cool under you, sending a small shiver up your body.

“I suppose you’re right,” Kakashi stated, quoting your words from earlier. “It amazes me that none of you gave up on me. I feel like I am undeserving of everyone’s effort.” You were baffled by his honesty; Kakashi wasn’t known to be much of an open book. It upsets you so much that he feels this way as you couldn’t imagine not caring about him or any of your other comrades in the village. The faces of your closest friends flashed through your mind and you grimaced at the thought of losing them.

Not knowing if you should, you felt compelled to reach over and hold Kakashi’s hand in yours. It's cold compared to the warmth spreading from your fingertips. Hmm, I wonder how long he has been out here. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you look at him in his onyx eye. “Trust me, Kakashi. You are deserving. You are deserving of a great life and people who care about you. I know the world may seem dark, but I promise that a light is always glowing. No matter how small or dim, it’s there.”

You stare at each other in silence for a moment before he changes the position of his hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. The change was small, but it ignites a feeling in your stomach you couldn’t describe. Slowly, you felt your cheeks flush and you turned your face to look towards the sky in hopes he wouldn’t notice. You knew this action was him telling you that he accepts your words, and thanks you for them.

You spent the next hour sitting under the tree together, you looking up at the stars and him looking at you. Your intertwined hands fell between your bodies, resting on the cool grass. You felt him start to graze the back of your hand with his thumb, sending a tingling sensation up your arm. It felt so good to be touched by him, even in such an innocent manner.

A strong breeze ran through the air and hit you suddenly. You began to shiver at the quick change in temperature, realizing that you should have dressed warmer if you were going to be out this long. Yet, you couldn’t have anticipated the situation you are currently in.

“Are you cold?” Kakashi questioned with a hint of concern.

“Yeah a little bit,” you answered honestly, “but I don’t want to go back home. I’m not really tired yet.” Truthfully, you didn’t want this little moment of shared bliss to end. You started to feel like you found your escape, and you refused to be torn away from it so soon.

“Neither do I,” he confessed, “Come here.” He released his hand from yours and slid his position higher up on the side of the tree. He then spread his legs and patted the ground in between, inviting you to sit.

You felt your face get hot again, as the position he was offering you was a very intimate gesture. There was absolutely no way you could refuse his offer. One, because you were freezing and, two, young (y/n) would never forgive you.

You got up and sat down carefully between his thighs, leaning until your back met his chest. He then wrapped both of his arms around you, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist with his hand resting on your stomach. The outsides of your legs met the insides of his and you felt an immediate warmth there. Lastly, your head tilted back and rested upon his left shoulder, with his face nuzzled against your temple. You both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, no part of you feeling any discomfort against his strong body. Engulfed in his smell and warmth, for the first time in a while you felt completely relaxed.

“Thank you, Kakashi.” You looked up at him with a warm smile.

“Anytime.” He breathed, voice muffled by your hair. You wondered if he truly meant that. I mean, after all, this is the first time you have interacted in a while. Yet, the connection you felt towards him was unquestionable.

Does he feel the way I feel?

“Hey,” you began, “are you tired at all?”

He flexed his arms and held you closer to his chest. “Not really,” he answered, “I’m enjoying this moment too much to be tired.” You smiled, and there was a pause.

“Isn’t this odd?” you questioned again.

“What? You and I snuggled under a tree in a random corner of the village alone at 4 a.m. after we haven’t interacted with each other in years?” he questioned sarcastically, “Not at all.”

“Kakashi!,” you laughed, gently nudging your elbow into his ribs as he laughed along with you.

“Yeah it’s a little odd,” he answered honestly, “but I’m not going to question it. I found my light, and now I’m enjoying it.” He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed deeply.

Completely and utterly relaxed, you let yourself succumb to the heaviness of your eyelids. Truthfully, this has felt like the longest day in the world and you are happy to end it this way. The sound of Kakashi’s breathing and the rise and fall of his chest acted as your personal sleep machine. It’s priceless.

Before you completely drift off, you swear you could feel the soft, pillowiness of Kakashi’s lips graze the skin of your temple, a soft hum escaping from them.

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

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Queue Hilary Duff’s “What Dreams Are Made Of”. This kind of feels like the beginning of something. Should I continue? Idk if my writing is even good. If you read this, PLEASE let me know if you have any feedback. Again, this is my first story and I would greatly appreciate any feedback, advice, suggestions, etc.! I can’t believe I’m uploading, ah! - Klara

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi fanfic #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #kakashi fluff #kakashi imagine #naruto fanfiction #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi one shot #kakashi x yn #kakashi sensei #i found my light

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

��Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

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supernovafics · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

summary: in which you were about to get married to the guy you thought was the one for you, but a conversation with your longtime friend, chris, makes you question everything you thought was right

warnings: angst, angst, angst, explicit language, minor fluff at the end

word count: 3.8k words

author’s note: this started out as a very minor idea and then it turned into something bigger lmao anyway hope you enjoy!

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This day should’ve been perfect, and everything should’ve felt right, but instead, it all was beginning to feel like a nightmare.

Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but how else would you describe locking yourself in the bathroom of the hotel you were staying at, and being on the verge of a breakdown, two hours before your wedding was supposed to happen.

You paced around in the small space and tried your hardest to avoid looking in the mirror, not wanting to see yourself in the stunning white dress that your mom and bridesmaids helped you pick out on a day that now felt like a lifetime ago.

As vain as it may sound, you knew that you looked great in your dress, and the way that your makeup and hair had been styled only aided in your beauty. But, at that moment, you felt the farthest from great.

Your fiancé Tyler was perhaps one of the best people you had ever met, and from the moment he proposed to you, you truly felt like you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. But now you were doubting absolutely everything.

All because of Chris.

An abrupt knock on the bathroom door slightly startled you.

“Y/N, please come out. We have to go take pictures soon.”

The simultaneous worried and confused voice on the other side of the door belonged to your good friend and maid of honor, Maria. She was amazing at reading almost any situation, one of the reasons why you liked her so much, at times it almost felt like she could read you like a book. However, this was one situation that had transpired so quickly, and she had no idea how to read it.

Everything started out fine that morning. You, her, and your other bridesmaids drove to the hotel in Connecticut that your wedding was happening at, you ordered breakfast room service to the room, and then you all started getting ready, laughing and smiling as you did so. You seemed happy, and you definitely seemed okay. But, then all of a sudden, things took a turn, and the next thing Maria knew, you were hiding out in the bathroom. And your wedding was starting in less than two hours.

Even though you knew your friend was waiting for some sort of a response to her previous statement, you stayed completely quiet. You really didn’t want to leave the bathroom anytime soon, especially not to take pictures. You knew that the doubt and uncertainty you were currently feeling would be clearly recognized in all of the photos.

“Y/N?” Maria said, speaking a bit louder to make sure you could hear her through the locked door.

An awkward silence began to linger, and you sighed, taking a seat on the closed toilet.

“Chris,” You finally said, responding in a way that only confused the girl on the other side of the door even more. “I need to see him.”

“Okay,” Maria answered tentatively, a curious tone in her voice. “Okay, I’ll go get him.”

You knew that your friend wanted to question you about what was happening, but she wasn’t going to at that moment. Not when time was of the essence and every minute mattered. Because each minute counted down to the time you would need to walk down the aisle and profess your love for your fiancé. It was something you were unsure if you wanted to do anymore.

If you weren’t about to bawl your eyes out, you think you would’ve laughed at how quickly everything managed to change. Before your conversation with Chris last night, everything was on the right path; it was almost like you could see your life with Tyler laid out in front of you. Marry him, travel for a bit before starting a family, start said family, etc., etc.

Now it was the first step that you were struggling with, and with that struggle, everything else slowly fell apart too.

What did it mean that a five-minute conversation with one of your best friends managed to completely change the trajectory of your entire life?

• • •

You were laughing, and it was a moment that you knew you’d remember forever. Not the exact thing you were laughing about, but instead, you would remember how you felt, which, in your opinion, was what mattered more.

“Glad to know I’m such a comedian,” Chris said, smiling at how happy you looked at that moment. The two of you were sitting on opposite ends of the couch in the living room of his Boston home, sharing a large throw blanket that was draped over you guys’ legs which were entangled in the middle. Chris could feel the blanket move with how much your body shook with happy laughter.

“I swear I haven’t laughed this hard in forever.” Your statement was only partially a lie because you actually did remember the last time you laughed this hard, and it was with Chris three weeks ago.

It never surprised you how easily you could fall into some sort of happy comfort with Chris. The two of you had been friends since what now felt like forever; you couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t friends with him. In almost all of your fondest memories, he was always right there with you.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You answered Chris’s question after a brief moment of contemplation. Your mouth then turned upward in a smile. “Are you excited for tomorrow?”

“Excited to be a groomsman for a guy I barely know? Not really. But, I’m doing this for you, and that's all that really matters to me.”

Having Chris be one of Tyler’s groomsmen was one of your biggest and most important requests for the wedding. He was your best friend, and you wanted him to play some sort of part in the wedding that wasn’t just being a guest.

“You’re the best; you know that, right?” You were still smiling as you spoke, feeling nothing but honesty drip from your words.

In your mind, that was the wholehearted truth, but to Chris, it was nothing but a lie. Because if he really were “the best,” he would have been completely honest with you a long time ago. Honest about the fact that he didn’t think Tyler was the one for you. And he was unsure if he thought this for selfish reasons or because he knew that it was a thousand percent true.

“I don’t know if I am anymore,” Chris finally responded to your previous words. Your brows furrowed in confusion at what he meant by his statement, and you were quiet, silently signaling him to continue.

In the many years you had known Chris, you’d rarely ever seen him nervous around you; you both had always felt completely comfortable around each other, always.

However, apparently, there was a first time for everything because a look that you could only deem as nervous was taking over his features. He was quiet for what felt like forever, and now you were worried because you genuinely had no idea what he was going to say to you.

“You can’t marry Tyler.”

And there it was. He finally uttered the words that he had wanted to say right when you told him that you and Tyler were engaged. He knew, at that moment, it was the selfish part of him that had wanted to say that to you. However, now after carefully noticing some things about you over the past year as you planned the wedding, and even in some small moments from tonight, he finally realized how right he actually was.

Because if Tyler was the love of your life, the last time you laughed so hard shouldn’t have felt like forever ago; it should have been happening every day with him. And if he was truly the love of your life, when asked if you were excited for your wedding day, you wouldn’t have answered with a passive, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Chris…” Your voice trailed off because you had no idea what to say. You had no idea what to think. Actually, it wasn’t that you didn’t know what to think; it was that you didn’t want to think about what he just said, not at all. “Don’t, please.”

Chris barreled past your soft-spoken words. “I know you, Y/N. I know you so well, and I know that you’re not truly happy with him.”

You shook your head, trying your hardest not to fully think about what he was saying. You were afraid of what can of worms would open up if you did so. Instead, you fully committed to the fact that what Chris was saying was not the truth. So, you said, “You’re wrong. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You said you hadn’t laughed hard in forever. He should be making you laugh hard all the fucking time.” Suddenly, Chris wondered if Tyler had ever made you really laugh because if he had, he would know how beautiful you looked when you did, and he would definitely want to do it all the time.

“Stop, Chris, really,” You mumbled as you pushed the blanket off of you and detangled your legs from his, sitting up straight on the couch.

You needed to leave. The faster you did so, the quicker you could start attempting to make yourself forget everything that happened in the past five minutes. Because fucking hell Chris was right, and you really needed to forget that.

“I have to go. I can’t be here right now,” You stood up from the couch and started making your way toward the front door; you could feel Chris following right behind you.

“I’m sorry that I decided to tell you like this. But, I’m not sorry that I said it. It’s all the truth, and deep down, you know it, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond to him as you put your shoes on because there was nothing you could really say. Yes, he was right, but you were going to convince yourself otherwise. It was the only thing that you could do.

Before opening the door, you finally looked at Chris. He looked worried and confused, and you wondered how you looked in his eyes at that moment. As fucked up as you knew you were? “I hope I’ll still see you tomorrow.”

You closed the door behind you, but you didn’t move for a long moment. You sighed and shut your eyes and willed yourself not to cry. It was almost as if Chris could sense your presence still lingering outside the door because you could hear him start speaking again, and you knew his words were directed at you.

“I could love you more than he does. I already do love you more. So much more.”

As much as you wanted to say something in response, you didn’t. Instead of acknowledging his confession, you finally walked toward your car. His heartfelt statement was just another thing that you convinced yourself you would need to forget before tomorrow.

You couldn’t stop your tears once you were sitting in the driver’s seat.

• • •

Forgetting everything was actually pretty easy to do. Until it wasn’t.

You buried everything deep down inside and locked it all away in a small box that you knew would never be opened.

Everything was fine, and all morning, you kept convincing yourself of that fact. But then you put on your wedding dress, and suddenly you realized how wrong this all truly was.

The box was opened, and you couldn’t close it.

Chris’s words were true; you couldn’t marry Tyler. And not only was it that you couldn’t marry Tyler, but you also didn’t want to marry him.

It should have felt like a relief, realizing something that you’d eventually come to regret before you did the action. But, what you felt was the opposite of relief. Instead, it was intense dread weighing heavily on your chest, almost making it feel as if you couldn’t breathe.

That was what led you to the bathroom and kept you in there for as long as you had been.

Your family’s opinions and approval had always meant so much to you, and suddenly, you realized that you were doing all of this for them. They were the ones that had pushed you and Tyler together, your two families already having been close for many years. And you were happy with him, but not as happy as you could be. You hated that you were just now recognizing all of this.

And finally, you realized how distant and passive to the whole wedding planning process you had been. Case in point, your wedding was in fucking Connecticut, and you hated Connecticut.

The sounds of voices on the other side of the door pulled you out of your scattered thoughts.

“She’s in here,” Maria’s slightly muffled words were what you heard first, but you knew they weren’t directed at you. “Please try to talk her out of there. The rest of us are gonna go down and start with the pictures. I’ll try to stall the photographer for as long as I can.”

“Okay.” You heard Chris’s voice and your heart sped up a bit. It should not have felt like a surprise hearing him right then because you were the one that told Maria to get him, but you still felt startled. Now you weren’t even sure if you wanted to talk to him anymore.

A soft knock was what you heard next, followed by Chris saying, “Y/N, it’s me.”

You didn’t respond. You were completely and utterly silent as fresh tears brimmed in your eyes for reasons you couldn’t even fully decipher anymore.

“Are you okay in there?” Chris asked after waiting a few moments to hear you say something, but you didn’t. There was a hint of worry in his tone.

You let out a small sigh. “No.”

“Do you wanna open the door?”

“Not really,” You told him as you began absentmindedly playing with the fabric of your dress. “I’m kinda spiraling in here, and I think it would be best if I kept it contained.”

“What happened?”

“What happened?” You scoffed out an incredulous laugh and blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Last night is what fucking happened, Chris. You ruined everything, and I can’t stop thinking about it. My mind is a fucking mess because of what you said, and all I wanna do is bawl my eyes out right now. But, I can’t because that would ruin my makeup and I’m supposed to get married in, what is it, an hour now? God, I’m supposed to get married in an hour.”

You were rambling, and your voice was cracking because of the apple-sized lump forming in your throat. But, you had yet to start crying.

This time Chris was silent, and for a moment, you were sure that he had left, but then you heard his voice. “Please unlock the door.”

You were reluctant at first, but ultimately you stood from where you were sat on the closed toilet and went to unlock the door. Chris opened it a second later and entered the small space, a worried look was written across his features.

Seeing his face broke the dam, and all of a sudden, you were crying, no longer able to hold back your tears. Chris almost immediately circled his arms around you, and you accepted the embrace without a second thought.

“You’re right, and I hate it, but you’re right. I can’t marry him,” You spoke as tears streamed down your cheeks and onto Chris’s suit jacket that your face was pressed against. Your makeup was definitely a complete mess at that point, but right then, that became the least of your worries.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Chris told you, and that was when that intense dread hit you again like a wave.

“No, I do. I have to marry him,” You said, heart hammering hard in your chest as you realized it all. “Our families; they’re so close, and they’ve been expecting this for years. My family really wants this for me. I can’t ruin everything, not like this.”

“No offense, I know how much you love your family, and they’re great most of the time, but fuck what they want right now,” Chris said, and you were only mildly startled by his bluntness. “This is about you and the rest of your life. Do not do this if you don’t want to.”

You pulled away from the embrace the two of you were still in and then shook your head. “I really don’t want to.”

“Then don’t, please don’t. Your family will understand eventually.”

You considered his words and wondered how true they were. Maybe the first year would be pretty hard, you definitely wouldn’t be able to show face at any family barbeques or other events, but eventually, this would blow over; it had to. At least that was what you sincerely hoped.

You were silent for a beat longer and then finally said, “I won’t do it.”

The small smile that broke out on Chris’s face made your heart squeeze a bit; it let you know that what you were doing was the right thing. You gave him a small smile back.

• • •

“The first thing I wanna say is sorry. I’m really, really sorry, Ty,” Your voice sounded slightly nervous as you spoke into your phone, leaving Tyler a voicemail that you hoped he’d listen to later rather than sooner because you had no idea what his reaction would be.

You anxiously looked around the hotel parking lot, worried that someone you knew would notice you in the hotel parking lot, standing next to Chris’s car, and about to flee your own wedding. You looked normal now since you were changed out of your dress and back into the simple t-shirt and leggings combination you had arrived in at the hotel early that morning, but you were still on high alert. Honestly, that morning now felt like years ago to you.

“This is wrong,” You continued on, your voice still nervous, but at least you knew you were telling the truth. You really didn’t want to leave the voicemail, it all felt so embarrassing, but you knew that you owed Tyler at least some sort of explanation. And since you couldn’t muster up the courage to actually face him, you decided that a voicemail would suffice for now.

“And it took me so long to realize that, but I think deep down you know how wrong this is too. We’re good together, but we’re not great, and now that I really think about it, I realized that we’ve never been great. And I think we both deserve to find that “great” person. If that makes sense. God, none of this probably makes sense, and I’m sorry for that too. I should probably stop rambling. I know you hate me, and that’s okay, but I do hope that one day you can understand why I had to do this.”

And with that final soft-spoken statement, you hung up the phone. You hesitated for a brief moment before taking a final breath and look at the hotel, and then you opened the passenger door of Chris’s car and sat in the empty seat; Chris was already sitting in the driver’s side.

He reached over and placed his hand atop yours and gave it a light squeeze. “You still okay?”

You took a moment to really think about his question. “I think I’m in that phase between freaking the fuck out and being completely okay with everything.”

Chris looked over at you for a brief moment. “I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” You told him honestly. The fact that he was with you at that moment truly said enough.

His hand was still on top of yours, and you shifted your hand so that it was laced with his instead. It was quiet in the car. Quiet, but it also felt like a million things were being said in that silence.

“It should be you.” You muttered out the words that you had never verbalized but they had almost always lingered in the back of your mind. “It always should’ve been you.”

Chris gave your hand another tight squeeze.

You turned to look at him, and he looked right back at you. His eyes were saying something that you couldn’t decipher, but the look made your heartbeat quicken all the same.

“It’ll always be you too,” Chris said softly as he pulled his hand away from yours and rested it on your cheek instead; you easily leaned into his touch. Those five words and his small action managed to melt you from the inside out.

Before you could respond or even fully process what was happening, Chris was leaning in, and you were following suit, and suddenly you were kissing.

It was uncomfortable, the turned position you were in with the center console pressed hard against your torso, but you wouldn’t change anything. Because with the way his lips pressed against yours, you knew exactly how right this all was. There wasn’t a hint of regret beginning to linger.

It was the first time in your long friendship that you two had kissed each other, but for some reason, his lips felt so familiar. They felt like home. You silently wondered if Chris was feeling the same thing, a part of you knew that he did.

“We should’ve done that sooner. We should’ve done that so much sooner,” Chris said when you both pulled back from the kiss. Your faces were still dangerously close to one another because neither of you wanted to part too far from one another.

You smiled at his statement and nodded your head, not verbally saying anything because you couldn’t form any cohesive sentences at that moment. Your brain was only full of thoughts of Chris and the fact that this all had been so obvious, but both of you had been so nervous and scared to pull the trigger.

“I love you.” The words were soft and quiet, barely above a whisper, but Chris heard them.

“I love you too,” He told you and smiled before pressing another kiss on your lips.

After lingering for a few more moments, he then put the car in drive and finally drove out of the hotel parking lot. You didn't know where exactly you were going, but you did know that it would be away from Connecticut.

No longer were you feeling dread, but instead, there was a small inkling of hope and excitement for the future starting to spread within you.

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multiplefandomfics · 3 years ago

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Everything happens for a reason

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Former Steve x reader)

Warnings: cheating, angst, pregnancy, semi-public sex, Steve’s an ass in this one,

Words: 5213

A/N: Well this escalated quickly! When you have too much time at work stuff like this happens :D!

I have no idea how they do a c-section or any medical terms of that field other than the stuff I’ve seen on Grey’s Anatomy so forgive me when the birth is wrongly described.

“Babe? You home?” you called out to your fiance excited to tell him the news. No response, so you ventured further into the dark hallway.

You could see light coming from under the bedroom door. Thinking nothing of it because it was already relatively late, you walked to the room and opened the door.

You had not expected the sight before you though. You’re husband to be in the throes of passion with not one but two women.

Shocked, you slammed the door shut again which caused the threesome to startle.

“Honey? Why are you home already? I thought you were gonna go for a drink with your friends.” he called out to you while ripping the door open again…..

“That’s your excuse to cheat on me? That I was not going to see it? WHAT THE FUCK STEVE! We wanted to get married!” you screamed at him and then threw the engagement ring towards his head.

You stormed past him into the bedroom, grabbed some clothes and necessities from your closet and stuffed them into a suitcase. He tried to reason with you, that he wanted to feel free one last time and could pass up the opportunity of a threesome. Like that was actually an excuse.

Everything he said was ignored and so 5 minutes later you sat in your car and that was when the dam broke. You wanted to cry and yell at the same time. How could you have been so stupid as to think someone as honorable and good looking as Steve Rogers was not gonna follow the temptation of so many willing women at some point? You wiped your tears away and contemplated where you could be going for the night.

After thinking for a while you had figured out that most of your friends were also Steve’s you didn’t know if they were going to take his side or yours.

Natasha was not the right idea, she would probably break into his house and kill him in his sleep if she found out he cheated on you like that. And maybe you were in the right mindset to let her do it right now. Wanda and Vision were out of town and Tony would only tell you “I told you so”. That left only one other person in the world you liked enough to see right now. Bucky Barnes. So without further notice you drove to his apartment complex and rang his doorbell at 1am with a packed suitcase in your hand.

“Yes.” you heard a groggy voice through the speakers at the entrance.

“Ehm, hi Bucky. It’s Y/N. Something happened, can I come up?” you were already close to tears again. He must have noticed so he was immediately wide awake and buzzed the door open.

You took the elevator up to the 4th floor and he was already standing in the doorway to his flat only in boxer shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hey, doll. What happened? You look worse for wear.” he looked concerned and let you inside.

“I feel awful for disturbing you in the middle of the night. But I didn’t know where else to go.” you fell into his embrace after he had opened his arms.

“It’s okay darling. Now tell me what happened please.” he inquired.

“Of course. Where do I start?” you frantically searched for words.

“Best if you start at the beginning.” he smiled encouragingly.

“Yes, sure. So tonight I wanted to go for a drink with a few girls from work but didn’t feel alright after work so I rainchecked last minute and went home. But when I stepped into our bedroom, oh Bucky it was terrible, Steve wasn’t alone. There were two naked girls in bed with him.” you had fat tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Impossible. Steve is not a cheater. You sure you saw that right?” The doubt in his voice made you angry.

“I know what I saw Buck!” you got defensive.

“Okay, I believe you. It’s just that I never saw Steve disrespecting someone like that. I’m so sorry for you doll.” he looked genuinely affected by the whole situation and he could understand how Steve could hurt you like this.

“But that’s not the worst part yet… The reason I didn’t feel great and didn’t go out with my friends is… I’m pregnant Bucky and Steve doesn’t know.” you looked downwards.

“Fuck! That is getting more and more complicated. But congratulations doll. You will be a great mom.” he hugged you close. “How about I’ll make you a cup of tea and then you try to sleep a bit.” he suggested.

“Alright. Thank you Bucky. You are my best friend.” he smiled sadly at that statement. He wished you were more than just friends. Maybe now he would have a chance somehow.

Before he could get up though his phone rang.

“It’s him Y/N. You want me to ignore him?”

“No, then he knows I’m here for sure. Tell him you haven’t seen me.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Steve? Do you know how late it is?” Bucky asked with his best impression of a just out of bed voice.

“I’m sorry pal but I need to find Y/N. I did something stupid and she left. Do you know where she is?” you could hear Steve through Bucky’s much too loud phone.

“I’m sorry Steve. I haven’t heard from her. You just woke me up.” he lied.

“Damn! I need to make this up to her. I’m so sorry. If she comes to you, could you tell her I need to speak with her, please? I love her too much to lose her.” you swallowed more tears threatening to escape.

“Sure, buddy. You wanna tell me what happened?” Bucky feigned cluelessness.

“Maybe later Buck. I have to call the rest of our friends.”

“Alright, but don’t do anything stupid.” Bucky said and Steve hung up.

“You heard him, didn’t you?” he asked you.

“Hmm.” you confirmed.

After you had drank your tea he left you the bed and slept on the couch. When you snuggled into the covers they smelled so delicously like Bucky. A mix of soap, coffee and something uniquely Bucky. For one split moment you had thought about asking him to sleep next to you but that would have probably sent mixed signals and you didn’t know what you wanted at the moment.

You woke up feeling cold. Shivering slightly you opened your eyes and noticed that the blanket had fallen off your body onto the floor. Sitting up you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and the realization of what had happened struck you a moment later.

“Chin up! You are a queen! Don’t let that idiot make you cry again. He’s not worth it!” you told yourself and got up to get some food.

“Good morning, Bucky.” you greeted him while he was standing at the stove making scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Good morning to you too. How did you sleep? And do you want some breakfast?” he asked cheerily.

“I slept like a baby and hell yes I’m so hungry.” confirming his suspicions.

Bucky and you ate together in comfortable silence. Until he spoke up: “So Y/N you know you can stay here however long you like and I don’t mind kicking Stevies ass for what he’s done to you but you should at least tell him that you are with me. I can’t lie to him forever.” he really had a point.

“I know. Thanks again for taking in a stray in the middle of the night. And I know I will have to talk to him eventually. He hurt me so bad but I’m more afraid I will give in again when I see his puppy dog eyes although I can’t trust him anymore.” you looked so lost. Bucky wanted to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you go again.

That week you called in sick. You couldn’t stand the people at work.

And when you came back on monday, guess who was standing outside our office building with a exagerrated flower buquet.

“I’m sorry babe. I shouldn’t have done that to you. You are the best thing that has happened to me. Please don’t leave me.” he begged. You had to admit seeing Captain America beg was a sight for sore eyes.

“Hello Steve. You are correct you shouldn’t have cheated on me and I am deeply disappointed in you. Thank you for apologizing but I won’t come back to you. You have broken my trust and I can’t just give it back to you. I will be over in the next few weeks to get the rest of my stuff out of your apartment and leave my keys. Now I have to go work. Bye Steve. Oh, by the way, you will have to call all our friends and family that the wedding is off. I’m not doing that.” and with those words you turned away from him and clapped yourself menatlly on the shoulder at how confident and sovereign you had handelt that situation.

If you had thought the deal was over there you had definitely celebrated to early.

Of course Steve found out you had been staying with Bucky all along and was mad as hell.

He suddeny stood inside the apartment, however he got in there, and started throwing insults at Bucky and especially you.

“Here you are you little slut! Have already replaced me, hm. How long has this been going on? You preach something of trust and here you are fucking my best friend behind my back! I should have known.” he raged.

“Calm down you idiot. There is nothing going on between Buck and me. He has just been a friend when I was hurt needed one.” you yelled back enraged at the accusations.

“Who do you wanna tell that, Y/N. Do you think I haven’t seen the way you two look at each other?” he was still so angry. You had nevern seen him this full of rage.

“So what it is none of your business anymore anyways.” you knew you couldn’t bring him to believe you anyway. He needed to find a different cause of why you wouldn’t come back to him than the simple reason that he had cheated. He wanted to blame you, not himself.

“Could you please leave now? I don’t feel so good.” you suddenly felt your lunch coming back up to greet you and ran to the bathroom.

The men heard you puking. One knowing the reason the other not.

“What’s going on with her? She sick?” Steve asked Bucky.

That was your clue to burst through the bathroom door.

“I’m pregnat you ass! You cheated on your pregnant fiance!” you yelled and stormed into Bucky’S bedroom, jamming the door shut behind you.

Steve looked aghast at Bucky “did you know?”

“She told me the night she came to me. She had wanted to tell you then. That’s why she didn’t go out with her collegues.”

“Fuck! I destroyed everything, haven’t I?” he asked Bucky in defeat.

“Give her time. She probably won’t want to marry you, maybe not even be your girlfriend again but maybe she will at least let you see your kid.” Bucky stated matter of factly.

“But I wan’t more Bucky. I want her.” he whined.

“Well, you had everything, pal. But you destroyed it. I better go talk to her. You should really leave her alone for a while.” he clapped Steve on the shoulder, maybe a bit harder than necessary and went after you.

“Y/N? He’s gone.” Bucky carefully stuck his head into the room. You were lying on the bed, on your back staring at the ceiling.

“Good.” you muttered. “I couldn’t stand him anymore. I’m afraid Bucky.” you confessed. “I can’t raise a baby on my own and I don’t know if I want Steve involved.”

“I can understand your worry but I don’t see any reason. You are so caring and selfless you will be a great mom. And if you let me I can help you. Kids seem to like me apparently.” he encouraged you and smiled.

“Thank you, Buck. I definitely will need your help. I am going to be a single mom and that’s completely okay.” you smiled at him.

“That’s what I wanna hear. Now, you hungry after everything just came out?”

“Yes. I’d like Pizza please.”

“Alright, princess I will order some.” he stroked your cheek and got up to get the delivery running.

“So he actually cheated on you? I would have never expected that from Steve. He always seems like a gentleman. Unbelievable.” Wanda exclaimed.

“Yeah. Absolutely insane. But congrats on the pregnancy though. You will be a rockin’ mama.” Nat hugged you. “And we will help you with whatever you need.”

“Thanks, girls. You are amazing. You know I want you to be godmothers, right?” you asked.

“Hell yes. We’re in.” Nat squealed and you never heard her squeal.

Weeks ticked by and you really searched for an affordable apartment somewhere close to your workplace. That was harder than you anticipated though.

After 3 months of moving in with Bucky you had still no place of your own and you constantly thought you were overstaying your welcome.

“How are you two doing today?” Bucky asked you as he came home.

“We are fine. Had a lot to eat and listened to some music. By the way my OB was able to find out what we are having. You wanna know?” over the past months Bucky had become more a father to the baby than Steve had been. Steve rarely called or wanted to now anything about you or his baby. Bucky seemed more than content to take up the role of its father.

“Hell yes I wanna know. Tell me!” he ordered exited.

“Alright, drumroll…. It’s a…. girl.” you announced.

“Oh, wow. Great. A mini you not a mini Steve.” he laughed and you had to laugh too.

“Buck?” you asked suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I want you to be in this girls life. As more than just her mommys friend. More as a rolemodel. A…” you stopped to think about your next words carfully. “More like a dad.” and out it was. Now you only had to wait for his reaction.

“You want me to be her father? Hmm. On the one hand I would love to. I feel so close to her already but on the other hand I don’t want to affront Steve. Even after everything he is my friend. Can we talk about what there is between us first? Maybe if we have that settled all will slip in place.” he suggested.

“Maybe you are right. What is there between us in your opinion?”

“Look Y/N, I have always felt a connection between us. Although I would have never acted on it because you were Steve’s girl, it hurt everytime I saw you with him. And when you got engaged I seriously considered moving abroad so I wouldn’t have to see you building a life with him. If I could imagine myself as the man by your and your daughters side? Of course. There is nowhere I’d rather be. And we are practically living together already anyway.” his confession only superficially shocked you. You knew there had always been feelings from your side too. That’s why it had been so easy to confide in him. He took your silence as hesitation and became insecure “I mean if you don’t feel that way I will accept that. I swear I can be just a frien….” he wasn’t able to say more because you had already stopped his rambling with a bruising kiss.

“So you do feel it!” he observed.

“Of course I do you dummy. You have always been there for me. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it was actually you who I should be with.” you apologized.

“The most important thing is that we have that figured out now.” he kissed you again and you melted into it.

“Yes, we do.” you smiled.

Another few months flew by and you had started to stay at home because you were constantly feeling dizzy or nauteous when you moved.

“Bucky come here. Now!” you yelled for your boyfriend one snowy december morning. Alarmed he stormed into the livingroon where you were parked in front of a movie with a cup of hot chocolate and a really big blanket over one of Bucky’s hoodies.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” panicked he jumped onto the couch next to you. “No nothing is wrong. Here- Give me your hand.” he gave you his right hand and you pressed it to the place on your belly were you had just felt her kick. When she did it again he almost jumped out of his skin. “Woah, what was that? Was that a kick?” he asked astonished.

“Of course Buck. What else was it supposed to be?” you laughed.

“She is strong. Damn so cool.”

“And she keeps kicking even more when she hears your voice. Maybe she likes it if you sang to her.” you smiled expectantly.

“Oh, no. No one wants to hear me sing. I have a terrible voice.” he refused.

“Steve told me differently. He said you were in church choir together as boys.” your smirked at him.

“He told you that.” he sighed.

“Oh, yes he did. So come on. Sing something for our daughter.”

“Our daughter?” he asked, you realized what you had said and blushed.

“I like the sound of that.” he grinned from ear to ear and that was the moment you were 100% sure that he was it for you.

“I love you so much.” he whispered and kissed first your protruding belly and then your mouth.

You were speechless. “I love you too Bucky.” you replied.

Your daughter grew everyday. Everytime you went to an ultrasound at your OB Bucky was by your side and although the doctor knew he wasn’t the babys biological dad she said that he was doing so much better than most fathers to be. He took so much pride in your baby girl that you almost burst with love for him.

After 9 months of carrying her it was finally time to let go. When the contractions started Bucky rushed you to a hospital and although he didn’t want to he called Steve. And Nat and Wanda of course.

The doctor and midwife did their exam of you and the baby quickly before figuring out that something was wrong.

“She is lying sideways. We can’t deliver her naturally. We need to get her by c-section or you will both die.” the OB made clear. You knew things like that could happen. You had mentally prepared for anything but now that it actually came to that you were more than afraid.

“Wo should stay with you? Only one person can.” the doctor informed you.

Steve, who had just entered the room and had heard everything of course assumed immediately that he was gonna be invited into the OR with you.

“I want Bucky to stay with me.” you whined. Steve got pretty angry and almost ripped the door off its hinges when he left. “Bucky I’m afraid.” you whispered to him. Uncaring of Steves abrupt departure.

“I will stay with you, doll. Through everything. You two will get through this.” he encouraged you.

“Thanks Buck. Let’s get this baby into the world.” you said.

“Good attitude.” the doctor approved.

They rushed you into the OR. Bucky never leaving you and holding your hand the whole time. During the procedure itself you were awake but you got a spinal anesthesia to numb everthing from your belly downwards.

“I will keep a pretty ugly scar Buck. Don’t you mind that?” you asked him a little drunk on meds.

“No sweetheart. I love you so much I don’t care about scars. You don’t care about mine either, do you? Scars are just proof of what you have gone through and survived. That’s what you always used to say. Isn’t it?” he quoted you.

“Yes maybe.”

“Plus it will always remind of our beautiful daughter. That’ll be worth it, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Yes, sure. I love you Buck.”

“I love you too and you are doing so great. Isn’t she doc?” he asked the OB.

“Oh, she’s doing great. Everything is perfect.” she answered but by the nervous facial expression she had on her face and the rushing nurses surrounding her Bucky knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly a baby cried. Relief flooded through Bucky. “Look there she is.” he pointed to your right and you rolled your head over and smiled. Then you passed out.

“Y/N? Y/N!!!” Bucky yelled. “What happened?” he asked the doc full of panic.

“She lost a lot of blood but we are giving her donations now. Go see your daughter and we will do everything we can to save her.” she explained to him. But Bucky would not be Bucky if he left your side.

They sewed you up and 3 hours later you awoke in a brightly lit room. Beeping machines by your head. You looked around, complketely confused until you saw the cutes thing you had ever laid eyes on. Your angel of a boyfriend was sitting next to your bed in an armchair, holding your baby daughter to his chest and singing softly to her.

You started weeping immediately. Still high on drugs and hormones.

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked worried.

“No, I am just so happy. You two really are a sight for sore eyes. I can’t contain the love in my heart.” you kept crying happy tears.

“Would you give me our baby?” you asked politely.

“Oh, of course honey.” he got up and placed the blanket wrapped burrito into your arms. When you saw her crystal blue eyes and slightly dirty blonde hair you had to hold back new tears.

“What should we call her?” Bucky asked you.

“I always loved Autumn as a girls name or maybe Freya. What do you like better?”

“I love them both. Double name? Or keep one for the next baby?” he suggested.

“You are already thinking about a second child?” you laughed. “Give me a bit of time to recover and then I would love to have another one with you.”

“Sure so Autumn or Freya?” he asked again.

“Let’s go with Freya. It’s such a unique name. And strong as hell. I think it suits her.” you chose.

“Great. I love it. And I love both of you.”

“Has anyone been in here yet?” you asked him.

“Not yet. I wanted you to see your daughter first before the others came barging in. Steve nearly broke down the door when I refused him to come inside. I handled him and security told him if he didn’t calm down he needed to leave and he wouldn’t be allowed back inside.” he broke down the events of the past few hours for you.

“That sounds so not like the Steve I know but seems like that is who he became. I think if you hand me a glass of water for my parched throat first you can let the others inside.” you instructed him.

After downing the entire bottle of liquid the whole party came trampling into the room. Steve pushed the rest rudely out of the way. But instead of asking how you were doing after losing so much blood he just grabbed your daughter out of your hands to look at her. It didn’t take 3 seconds before the infant was crying like crazy. Steve startled and immediately handed her back to you. “Why is she always crying? She’s definitely yours.” he commented. Bucky gotreally angry at that comment while you tried to calm your baby.

“I think you should go, pal. You are irritating her with your attitude.” Bucky suggested nicely.

“Who do you think you are? You are not her father. I am.” he turned beet red.

You finally had enough. Handing Freya over to Nat who took a step back, you sat up a little and faced Steve. “In the past 9 months Bucky has been more a father to her than you could ever be. He was there when I hung puking over the toilet bowl. He brought me the strangest snacks without asking twice about it. He always had the nicest words to say to me no matter how depressed I felt. And where the fucking hell were you that whole time?” you asked him angrily.

That made him stop still. “You left me!” he tried to defend himself weakly.

“GET OUT!” you yelled at him.

He obeyed because he knew he couldn’t say anything to make the situation better.

“Wow, that was intense.” Wanda commented.

“He needed to hear that.” you said.

“Yes, he did. And now to you and your daughter. She is adorable. What’s her name?” Nat changed the topic.

“Thank you Nat. Her name is Freya. I have always loved that name.” you answered.

“That’s a beautiful, strong name. Fitting!” Wanda commented.

“So when will you be able to get out of here?” Nat asked, still holding your baby.

“I don’t know. Haven’t spoken to a doctor yet.”

As if on cue the door opened and your OB entered.

She told you that everything was healing and that you needed to stay for another day and then you and your baby could go home.

Three weeks later you had already accustomed Freya to her crib. You went on walks everyday. Bucky always by your side. Protecting you both like a wolf protects his pack.

Six months ticked by like nothing. Suddenly Freya was already playing with her mobile which was hanging over her bed. She was very attentive. Crawling all over the apartment fast enough that you almost couldn’t catch up.

It was fulfilling to be a mom but also tiring. You needed a day off so as the nice godmothers that your friends were they took her from you for 24 hours. At first you slept in. You would have happily stayed in bed all day but Bucky had other plans.

So you took a shower and put on a nice dress but you forwent the high heels cause you still had swollen feet sometimes and couldn’t walk in them anyways.

“Where are we going Buck?” you smiled.

“You will see, doll.” was his cryptic answer.

He drove out of town until you reached the hills. Parking the car somewhere in the middle of nowhere you got out of the car and he pulled a picnic basket out of the trunk.

“A picnic? That’s so sweet.” you swooned.

“I thought that would be nice.” He seemed somehow really nervous.

When you had found a clearing he put everything down and you two sat and ate. Sandwiches, fruit, cheese, crackers, chocolate covered strawberries. Everything was so delicious. “Thank you for this Bucky. It’s the best date I have ever had.” you complimented.

“It is wonderful. And I would like to ask you something.” he turned so he was kneeling in front of you and pulled a box out of his jacket pocket. You clapped your hand in front of your mouth and tears sprang to your eyes.

“Y/N I have loved you for so long. We have a great life together, a wonderful daughter. I would like this to hold forever. Will you marry me?” he asked.

You threw yourself into his arms and he crumbled underneath you “YES! Of course I will marry you Bucky. I love you so much!” you confirmed.

He put the ring onto your finger and you kissed deeply. The kiss turned heated quickly. You, still lying on top of him, wriggled your hips. He turned you on so much you wanted him right that moment.

“Woa, hold on doll. You sure you want to do this here?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Don’t wanna wait any more. Waited too long.” you mumbled back.

His hands immediately went to the zipper on your back and pulled it down. You sat up so you could wriggle your arms free and pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your panties and bra. “So beautiful.” he groaned and buried his face in your boobs, nipping and sucking hickies only he would be able to see later.

All the while you frantically ripped at his clothes, pushing the jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Then you roamed your hands over his muscular chest intensely. Grinding down on his growing erection got you so wet. You hadn’t gotten any action in over a year and you knew he hadn’t either so this was likely going to be over way too soon. You had to savor any moment that it would last.

With his help you got him out of his jeans and you saw that he was not wearing any underwear. “Naughty boy. No underwear?” you commented, smirking.

“More comfy that way. Why don’t you make it even more comfortable and sit on my dick, doll?”

“With pleasure.” you moaned and sank down on his massive cock. “Fuck!” you groaned at the slight discomfort. You felt like an inexperienced virgin again. “Shit. Don’t stop.” he moaned lustfully.

You rocked your hips sensually and he met you with every thrust.

He hit all the amazing spots deep inside you and you felt your high approaching way too fast. “‘m so close, baby.” you moaned with your eyes closed. Just lost in the pleasure of every stroke inside you.

“Me too. Wanna come together. Open your eyes, darling.” he panted.

So you did as he had asked and when your eyes met his baby blues you lost it and came all over him. That in turn triggered his orgasm and he spilled inside you.

Breathing heavily you slid off of him and cuddled into his side while he pulled a blanket over you.

“That was so great.” he said.

“Hmm, and you know what? I’m still not on birth control again. Maybe… we’ll soon have a mini you running around.” you smirked.

“I would like that very much. Life is always better with a sibling.” he kissed your head.

Well and what can I say- 9 months later you gave birth to a healthy, dark haired baby boy which you named Ben. Your family became the most important thing in the world. You didn’t even want to think about a scenario where you hadn’t found out that Steve cheated on you. You were the happiest when you were with Bucky. That’s where you belonged.

#marvel #buckyxreader #steve x reader #fanfic #smut #fluff #angst #multiplefandomfics #pregnancy #notbetad

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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my world is changed and it’s cradled by the comfort that is you.

ೃ pairing: (third year! katsuki bakugo x third year! fem reader)

ೃ warnings: cursing c/o of katsuki bakugo

ೃ genre: fluff overload and bakugo tryna comfort you in the most “katsuki bakugo” way possible

ೃ word count: 1,189 words

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau and my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:)

ೃ this is very very self-indulgent. channeling your frustrations and turning it into some good ol fluff is the best remedy. i am very proud to say that i had so so much fun writing this. hope you enjoy reading it too!!

ೃ song inspo: home by reese lansangan

ೃ After receiving a quarterly report on the status of your hero internships and as a 3rd year student of UA Academy, your day is ruined as soon as you began to read it’s contents. Your explosive boyfriend does not want to see you like this. But how can he possibly cheer you up?

You weren't feeling well.

Not in a "Oh no I'm sick! I'm going to be bedridden the entire day!" It was more of a "I hate everything about myself and half of UA Academy's Third Years seems to think so, too".

It was torture for Katsuki Bakugo to see his girlfriend like this, who only actually got up to go to the bathroom and even then she looked absolutely sad. Not even acknowledging her classmates who she passed by all the way to the bathrooms. Katsuki knew he had to get (Y/N) out of bed and do something fun and enlightening or something to make her feel a little bit better...

That's the problem though. He has no idea how to. With how he tends to act most of the time; (aka his explosive and hot-headed antics for a lack of a better word) trying to be a soft and comforting boyfriend was a foreign concept to him.

But... he had to find a way.

This is for your sake after all. He doesn't want to see you looking like this again. Rather, this is the first time he's seen you look like you're drowning in endless sorrow and... it was not a happy sight.

Your sunny and bubbly disposition in contrast to his rough and proud nature, was one of the many reasons why he fell for you in the first place. (A point he has yet to admit to his family and friends but he's getting there) You were the sun to his moon, and the sky was your love. An excerpt from the poem you dedicated to him for your 1st year anniversary. He found it cheesy as hell but it had a special place in his heart. No one had ever done something like that for him after all.

Bakugo knocks on the door of your dorm room before walking in, frowning and scrunching his nose at the sight of his girlfriend sulking and wrapped around her blanket in a style of a blanket-burrito.

"Hey." You jump a little in your little burrito and your lips don't even quirk at seeing your spiky haired boyfriend. Which is unusual because as far as Bakugo is aware, you show him your most brightest smile and say your most loving words whenever you see him enter your room.

"Hi." You mumble slipping in further, burying your face on your pillow. Katsuki sighs and sits next to you on the bed. He moves some strands of hair from your eyes and pouts. You glance at him and huff, eyes still red though your lips are quirking up. "Don't pout and get mad at me Suki-kun. You know how much that makes me weak. I'm not really in the mood to argue with you."

Katsuki scoffs in a rather playful and affectionate way as he lays on top of you making you squeal. "Katsuki! I can't breathe! Please!" You giggle, your face turning beet red. Your thoughts battling each other as you don't know whether or not to savor the moment or to go back to your sad thoughts. "Not until you stop sulking like a fucking weirdo." You wriggle around and manage to get your arms free so you could shove him off lightly. "I am really not in the mood Suki. I mean it." You say giggling still. Bakugo continues to give you an unimpressed look, his brows furrowing, as he pecks your cheek.

"You okay? On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you feel like shit?" He says in a rather more gentle and polite manner this time. You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. "Could be better. I feel like shit times infinity." Bakugo grunts, as he hesitantly interlaces your fingers together. You shiver at the touch of his hand with yours. Your cold fingers interlacing with the heat emanating from his. It felt weird yet comforting.

"What the hell happened? If this is because of either Monoma or Mineta again, I'm going to beat them to a fucking pulp-" You shake your head rapidly, pulling away to grab a copy of the Third year student rankings and then placing it on Katsuki's lap, lying back down and sighing loudly.

Katsuki looks at the paper you had placed on his hands, and sees a stupid remark about your hero internships. Saying something along the lines of you and your quirk not being good enough, especially during battle-oriented situations. Another critique went far as to say that your quirk is useless and that you don't deserve to even be studying at UA at all. Katsuki clicks his tongue, crumpling the piece of paper and shooting it in the trash can. He sighs heavily, laying down next to you.

"(Y/N." Katsuki begins, "Are you really listening and or putting these shitty fucking critiques to heart? (Y/N) you're better than this."

You sniff and shrug. "I don't know. I guess I should. These statements are coming from the general public after all. The people who watch our every move."

Katsuki sighs and brings you close to hug him, kissing your forehead. "You're more than that, okay? You may act like a dumbass sometimes, but you've got a lot of heart and that's what's important." You shrug once again. Your eyes widen when Katsuki lifts you up, and positions you on his lap. You sit comfortably with his face inches from yours, and his strong arms wrapped around you. You look away, trying to hide the half-hearted smile forming on your face.

It was a gesture of affection you rarely see from him and if the circumstances were any different right now, you most probably would have been screaming internally and your face would be flushing a shade of red you have never seen before. You most probably would have d worded from embarrassment too.

"Listen... fuck what other people think. People shouldn't judge you on what makes you happy and what makes you special, especially as a hero. You are worth more than they made you think." He pecks your lips and touches his forehead with yours. "You saw something different in me. You still tried to be my friend even though I looked down on everyone and acted like a pompous ass every single day. Yet you still saw the good in me. You loved and accepted my flaws that I despised with a burning passion. Now it's time for people to find the good in you too. No matter how long and how hard it takes." You nod bringing yours lips to meet Bakugo's. He smiles into the kiss and you wraps your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you, burrito blanket and all.

"Thanks for that reminder." You whisper, kissing Katsuki's nose. Katsuki mumbles softly and kisses you again. And again. And again. And again until you're giggling like a little girl against his lips. "Tch. Any time." He replies annoyingly.

You smile as the two of you look at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

and from then and there, he doesn't mind doing anything else for the rest of the day.

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sunflowerdarlingx · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date” 3

H everyone, I hope you’re all okay!

PART ONE

PART TWO

Thank you all for the kind comments on the previous parts of this imaine. I post these chapters before I go to sleep and waking up to all your lovely comments and messages really give me the best start to the day.

This is the final part to this series. I’ve had a lot more interaction with people from this story so if anyone would like to request a piece please let me know :)

I hope you all liked the ending, it’s a bit longer than I thought but hopefully its what you all wanted x

Female Reader.

Warnings: None

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Fred felt his chest get tight, the sound of her voice alone made his heart ache. He felt the overwhelming need to cry again, tears threatening to spill whilst a lump formed in his throat. Fuck she can’t see me like this.

His body urged him to look at her, he sucked a deep breath in and turned his head to look at her, shit she looks so fucking cute. She was stood in a pair of shorts and one of Fred’s hoodies with a blanket wrapped around her loosely. Her hair was messy, and her glasses were resting a little low on her nose before she pushed them up.

His eyes trailed down her body, he felt a small sense of pride seeing her in his hoodie, like he had some sort of claim on her when she wore it. Take that perfect Diggory, she likes my clothes better. I wonder if she wears it when she’s with him?

Fred hadn’t realised how long he’d been staring for, “I..if not I’ll just go, sorry Freddie, for interrupting” Y/N turned on her heels, tears blurring her vision before he made a noise. A sort of squeak left his mouth before he cleared his throat “it’s okay, you can join me”, his hand patted the spot next to him.

She patted her hand on the grass to make sure it wasn’t wet before sitting beside Fred. The sat in silence for a bit before Y/N decide to speak, “I’m sorry Freddie, I’m not really sure what I’ve done but I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I don’t like seeing you upset… especially if I’m the one who caused it” her voice broke and Fred looked down at her, even sitting down he still towered over her slightly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder “don’t worry about it” a fake smile took over his face. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, he really did but she was with Diggory now.

“W..what did I do Freddie?” Her voice was a hushed whisper as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Fred looked down at her, internally battling himself about what he should say. He wanted to tell her, he hoped she would change her mind, but if he told her, would she leave him? She had become one of his closest friends, the thought of not having her in his life at all was a thought he wanted to have.

Fuck it.

“I em…I saw you and Diggory, outside the kitchens”, that statement alone filled his body with anger as it replayed in his head, Diggory making her laugh, touching her, kissing her. His body tensed beside her, he removed his arm from her shoulders, his jaw clenched and he averted his gaze back up to the sky, sending the moon a deadly glare.

“Oh…that was nothing” Y/N noticed the shift in Fred, she couldn’t help but admire him in that moment, the way the moon reflected on his skin, the way his jaw tensed and honestly she thought he looked sexy.

Fred averted his gaze back to her and watched her closely, the way her eyes skimmed his body, “didn’t look like nothing to me” his voice was cold.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at his tone, “it didn’t mean anything Freddie” she placed her and on his shoulder, “it just sort of happened”.

“Well I heard you were very cosy behind me at dinner so it must have meant something” he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. He usually loved having her touch him but he was angry, so fucking angry.

He wondered what had happened once he left, for all he knows the exact same hands that were touching him had been all over Diggory. That then lead to him thinking about Diggory having his hands all over Y/N, touching her and holding her all the ways that Fred wished he could have done.

Y/N was close to getting up and leaving, she was hurt by Fred’s words, why did he hate Cedric so much? So what if they kissed? Then realisation hit, “Freddie, are you jealous?”, his head shot down to face her.

“No, I don’t get jealous” he stated. Shifting slightly, his eyes were dark as they stared into hers, his jaw still tense.

“Yes you are” she chuckled lightly “you’re jealous because Cedric kissed me”.

Fred groaned, his chest heaved slightly whilst the moment replayed in his head again “ugh don’t remind me, you shouldn’t have kissed him”

“Why?” her perfect doe eye looked up at him through her glasses, batting her eyelashes as innocence filled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t know” he grunted and looked back up to the sky.

“Well Freddie I don’t know, why shouldn’t I kiss Cedric?”

“Cause you should be kissing me Y/N, not Cedric! For the last god knows how many weeks we’ve spend so much time together, a lot more than you and perfect Diggory have and you still chose him! We’ve been on dates down to Hogsmeade, spent nights cuddled up sleeping in the common room and even talked about spending Christmas together! Like what on earth went through that pretty little head of yours when you decided to kiss him? Is he really that much better than me?” Fred’s whole body had turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her for some sort of explanation as to why she chose Diggory.

She smiled slightly “Freddie, did you ever actually state that those were dates or ever ask me to go on a date with you?”

His eyes widened “no, I thought it was fairly obvious what they were” he huffed.

She turned to the side and sat up on her knees, “how many girls have you taken on dates from school?”.

The question shocked Fred, why was she asking about other girls?

“None, I don’t date girls”

“So, why did you think I would just assume they were dates?”, Y/N was confused, she never really thought Fred would like her like that, obviously what she was told today gave her a hint but she never knew what to think about the dates, she could only hope they meant as much to Fred as they did her.

Fred couldn’t come up with an answer, he sat with his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water for a minute and a half, “it wasn’t obvious?”.Y/N shook her head no. “Well what did you thunk they were?” he was so curious as to how she never figured out they were dates.

“Well I… I mean I thought we were just hanging out. I kinda hoped they were dates but you don’t exactly have the reputation for dating do you Freddie? I kinda just always thought I was like Angelina or Katie or Alicia. I always wanted to ask but I was scared, I didn’t want to lose you as a friend”

Fred couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his reputation really that bad? I mean just because everyone knew he didn’t date didn’t mean he never dated anyone. “Oh” was all that left his mouth.

“Yeah, oh” Y/N chuckled as she watched Fred’s brows knit together as his thoughts took over.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred decided to speak “so, say if you knew they were like… official dates, would you have kissed Diggory?”

“Of course I wouldn’t have” she shook her head quickly.

“Would you have kissed me instead?” A cheeky grin took over Fred’s face.

“If I knew they were dates I would have kissed you the first night we came out here” she giggled and Fred couldn’t help but grin.

“So what’s going on with you and Diggory then?” Even saying his name pissed Fred off.

“Nothing, he kissed me and then sat with me at dinner out of the blue, I’d hardly call that dating”.

“What about me and you? Are we…you know…dating? Just since we’ve agreed that we have been on plenty of dates” he emphasised plenty as he chuckled at her.

“Well that’s up to you Freddie, I thought you didn’t date” she teased, poking his chest.

“I don’t date, unless I know the girl is right for me and someone I can see a future with so…”

“You see a future with me?” She interrupted him mid sentence.

“Of course I do, the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were special. You literally took my breath away that day on the train, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as you. And these last few weeks…months, have only shown me how well we work together. Seeing you every morning in the hall just makes me feel so.. so good, and then when we are alone it’s like no one else exists. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, I’ve had my guard up for so long, sticking with people I know and am comfortable around and then you came along and the walls I’d built up crumbled. I’ve told you things that not even George knows. I just can’t explain it, I think that if I lost you now I’d be lost.”

A few tears slipped down Y/N’s cheek whilst Fred spoke. He looked back up at the stars and wrapped his arm around her waist beside him.

“Of course I can see a future with you, I picture it all the time. We’d have our own little house out in the country and a massive garden where the kids could play quidditch or some muggle sport that you’d get them into and we’d have a good space for outside summer parties like what we have at the burrow. Our kids would each have their own room so they didn’t have to share like George and I and they’d be little pranksters like me but just as smart and talented as you. oh and we’d have a dog, mum never let me have one …”

“We’d have kids?” Y/N’s soft voice brought Fred back to reality.

He looked down at her “of course we would” he smiled “and we’d have a big wedding, like what Bill and Fleur are planning but we’d have to wait a bit after school before all that started”

“Wow…you’ve really thought all this through Freddie” she giggled “so now that I know all about the future that you have planned for us, what do we do now?”

Fred gave her a puzzled look raising his eyebrows whilst he raked his brain for an answer. “Uh….”

Y/N laughed “shouldn’t you ask me something?”

“Oh yeah right, I forgot. Would you like to go on a a date with me?”.

Y/N frowned slightly, Fred’s eyes widened “what did I do something wrong?”

“No..it’s just… never mind. I’d love to go on a date with you” She smiled up to him, cuddling into his side. As much as she would have loved the official title of being his she would wait as long as it took.

He pulled her blanket away from her and wrapped it around him. “Oi Freddie that’s mine, give it back” she giggled as she tried to pull the blanket back from him. Fred stretched his arm and held the blanket away from her, she got on her knees and leaned over Fred trying to get it. She placed her knees at either side of his thighs as she tried to reach over.

She finally gave up and rested in his lap, “Freddie it’s cold” she pouted. Fred’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the position they were in. His eyes looked at her lips, then her eyes and then her lips again. God he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to see how it felt.

Y/N leaned forward and placed her lips on Fred, he was surprised that she initiated the kiss but quickly responded, his hands dropped her blanket and went to her hips and pulled her closer to him, making sure his hands didn’t sit to low. His tongue glided across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she gladly excepted, their lips moving in perfect harmony.

Y/N couldn’t help but think about how right this felt, Cedric was nothing compared to Fred, as cliché as it sounds she saw fireworks and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Fred had never had a kiss this good, in all honesty he never really kissed the girls he had sex with, it just made the encounter far to intimate for him. But kissing Y/N felt amazing, he loved being so close to her. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers “I hope you know you’re mine now”, Y/N nodded eagerly before pulling him close for another kiss.

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up under the stars watching as the sun came out. They walked hand in hand to the castle and sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. George was the first to come down and see them sat together “ah no more tears over Y/N then Freddie, did you finally convince her to give you a chance?” he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Yes Georgie he did” George choked on his juice slightly before grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Finally! It’s taken you both long enough, sorry for the glares yesterday Y/N, they were mainly at Diggory, I just don’t like seeing Fred upset”.

Y/N just shrugged before smiling at George “It’s okay Georgie, I don’t like seeing him upset either” she laughed and took a bite of the strawberry she was eating.

The rest of Fred’s friends came down, congratulating the two for finally getting together. Ginny came and sat with them, a big grin on her face. “All worked out in the end then ay Freddie” she teased as she ruffled his hair, “you made the right choice Y/N, perfect diggory is nothing compared to our Freddie”.

Fred rolled his eyes as Y/N chuckled “you’re right about that”. They ate their breakfast in peace, Fred noticed Cedric come in and pulled Y/N close for a passionate kiss, all of his friends whooping and cheering making sure everyone’s eyes were drawn to them. They both pulled away, Y/N blushing and burying her head in Fred’s chest.

Ron came over just as they were leaving “here’s the letter to mum gin, just Fred and George left to say if they’re taking anyone home for Christmas” he handed the parchment to George who lazily scribbled Lee’s name down with a little message before handing it to Fred.

“Do you still want to come?” he looked down to Y/N whilst everyone else engaged in conversation, “If you want me to come I’m there” she smiled up at him and watched him scribble on the parchment.

Hi mum,

I hope you and dad are good, I miss you both.

I’m going to take my girlfriend home for Christmas, her name is Y/N Y/L/N, give her a sweater that would fit me please – she keeps stealing mine!

See you soon.

Love, Freddie x

He handed the letter back to Ginny before pulling Y/N away from the table, “time for our first date as official boyfriend and Girlfriend” he smirked before leading her to one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade.

Having his girlfriend at the burrow for Christmas was everything Fred wanted and more. He never realised how much he had missed out on. They spent their days cuddled up on the couch watching old films whilst drinking hot chocolate, or out in the snow sledding or building snowmen. Every night was filled with more movies, games and of course Y/N reading muggle tales to Fred as they cuddled in front of the fire (although some of those tales were interrupted by mr Weasley who was so fascinated by the things muggles came up with in their stories).

It was Christmas Eve and all of the family were heading up to their rooms, Fred tugged Y/N over to the front door and slid her jacket over her shoulders before securing her hat to her head and tying her scarf loosely around her neck. “Get on your boots cutie, I’ve got a surprise”. As Y/N got on her wellies, Mrs Weasley came over with a basket in hand.

“Everything you asked for Freddie” she popped it on the floor, “good night dearie, Freddie is so lucky to have found you” she wrapped her arms around Y/N, she did the same to Fred after he was ready. Walking over to the stairs she stopped and turned on her heels “remember when you get back to go to your separate rooms, I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet” with a wink she made her way up the stairs.

“She’s honestly something else” Fred chuckled taking Y/N’s hand in his and leading her out to the garden.

“I think she’s great”

Fred used his wand to conjure up a seating area for the two of them and a little fire in front of them. In the basket was blankets, two mugs, a flask of hot chocolate and some marshmallows.

“Freddie this looks great” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Fred, she was so lucky to have him.

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch, “five minutes to go” he wrapped a blanket around them both before getting the hot chocolate for them.

He wrapped an arm around them as they watched the stars “they look so much prettier here than they do at school” Y/N looked up at Fred who was already watching her.

“You look just as pretty here as you do at school” he kissed her forehead. The clock struck midnight and suddenly fireworks started going off.

Red ones, green ones, white ones, ones in the shape of Santa, ones in the shape of snowmen, Y/N couldn’t look away from them, they were beautiful. Suddenly the fireworks made two figures, they showed two people that Y/N recognised very clearly, it was her and Fred sat in two chairs, the scene sort of reminded her of the times they spent in the library. Next showed the two of them near a circle of blue, this reminded her of all the times they’d spent at the black lake.

Finally the fireworks showed them kissing and “merry Christmas Y/N” was spelt above them, with “I love you” underneath.

Y/N gasped as she looked over at Fred, a few tears had escaped her eyes and Fred softly wiped his thumb across her cheek, smiling down at her. “Do you really?” She asked in disbelief.

“I love you” he placed a kiss to her lips, slow and gentle before pulling back. Y/N was practically grinning from ear to ear “I love you too Freddie”. They sat outside a little longer continuously saying those three special words to each other. They made their way back inside, sitting on the couch for a cuddle before bed. “Merry Christmas Freddie” Y/N yawned and cuddled into his chest.

“Merry Christmas cutie” he kissed her forehead, his eyes shut.

They woke up the next morning to Mrs Weasley standing above them “I said separate rooms” she said sternly before breaking out into a smile “merry Christmas you two” she kissed both of their foreheads before going into the kitchen.

Fred and Y/N were the first ones up, when they joined her in the kitchen they both apologies only to be waved off my Molly.

Soon it was time for presents, everyone received a jumper from Mrs Weasley and she followed Fred’s instructions, ensuring the jumper with Y/N’s initial was the same size as Fred’s.

Fred and Y/N left opening each other’s presents until last. Y/N got Fred a new beater for quidditch, some sweeties from honeydukes and a big teddy in the shape of a dog, “I know how much you’ve always wanted one” she winked. Fred grinned from ear to ear as he showed off his new bat to George.

It was now Y/N’s turn, there was a small box on the floor with her name on it, she carefully took off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen, there was a W charm attached with a broom and a star either side. “Oh Freddie I love it, thank you so much!” she practically flew into Fred’s arms giving him a big cuddle and a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered into her ear.

“I love you too”

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First Kiss HC’S! [Date edition]

A/N I was feeling sawft, and I wanted to do something cute so yeah.. That’s really it- Hope you like it :D Doing four now and four more tomorrow and if you guys like it I’ll do others too <3 Also you get a sneak peek of the lovely banners that @queensynderella made me for my masterlist hehe <3

Warnings: Freaking CUUUUTENESSSS

✴ First off, it really depends on what the mood is in terms of Midoriya making the first move or not. If it’s a date planned by him and if executed perfectly, you best believe he’s going to seal a perfect night with a kiss.

✴ Treating you to a movie night with your favorite snacks, sets the perfect mood and gives you two the perfect privacy for him to do the old big yawn trick to slip his arm around your shoulders, and if you put your head on him? That arm is slipping right down to wrap around your waist, keeping you as close as he can.

✴ At first you can feel him trembling a little bit, but as you two sit there intertwined in each other, it stops and soon you feel a small nudge against your hair, when you look up he’s staring at you with those gorgeous emerald hues. You ask “What’s wrong?” and he simply chuckles “Nothing is wrong, you’re just beautiful is all..” he’d say softly, his breath faintly caressing your cheeks.

✴ That’s his opening, because once you’re flustered from such a genuine statement, he leans in and captures your lips, causing you to let one singular gasp escape from your nostrils. His lips are soft, and faintly taste of buttered popcorn from your snacks. At first you’re a little stunned, you didn’t give the male much credit in terms of making the first move, but you’re genuinely into it.

✴ Soon a hand would come up and caress your hair, and he would tilt his head to deepen it just for a moment before pulling away and pressing a forehead against yours, just sitting with you in silence while the movie plays in the background, making you finally lean forward and hug into him, resting your head against his chest.

✴ IF the date isn’t perfect like he wanted, he would be more sulky and you would make the first move, leaning up and pecking his lips sweetly “It’s okay, Midoriya~ I still enjoyed myself and I hope to do this again” you’d say with a smile, causing the male to ignite into a gorgeous yet vivid rose color “R-Really?? Of course! I would like to as well..”

✴ A first kiss with Bakugou could go so many different ways, but the way I’m seeing it.. After countless days of the bakusquad pestering him, he finally agreed to take you out. There had always been odd tension between you two, it was clear as fucking day that you two were into each other, but both stubborn in your own ways.

✴ For someone who was forced to do this, the date is actually nicely planned out. He knows you’re into nerd shit, so he takes you to a few game stores as well as a small bar that is also a really cool retro arcade. Regardless of how much he’s telling you that he doesn’t want to be here, he kindly pays and gets quarters for you, and idly stands behind you, watching you play games- and at some point, he becomes oddly curious and decides to be your player two.

✴ Once he’s finally starting to feel comfortable, you two go out to eat and surprisingly, while you two are walking into the diner, he grabs your hand and walks with you rather than behind you.

✴ Once again, the male surprises you and sits next to you in the booth rather than across from you, and the first thing the over confident blonde does is rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb carefully gliding against the fabric of your pants, but it doesn’t seem malicious.. He actually starts to talk about his day, his training routines and dealing with the Bakusquad which earned quite a bit of laughs.

✴ As you two eat, you get up the nerve to ask him why he had to be pestered to ask you out and of course he has nothing but excuses “I’m working hard to surpass stupid Deku- I don’t need girls standing in my way” or “Listen dumb ass, you could have asked me out too!” he’d bark, causing you to look down a little.. You knew that regardless of what he said you were both confused, but one thing you did know was you liked him.

✴ By the time it was for you two to say goodnight to each other, you’d both stand in front of your door and he would stare down at you like you did something wrong “What” you’d say blinking softly “This is the part where you kiss me goodnight, I paid for you all night it’s the least I should get” he would say with a scoff. You would huff and cross your arms “You know.. That SHOULD be your job..” you’d say, lifting a finger to scold him, but he seals the deal, leaning forward and pulling you close, smashing his lips against yours a little roughly, but the kiss itself is as sweet as can be.

✴ This kiss would last a little longer than the ‘standard’ first date kiss, because of the blonde aggressively shoving his tongue into your mouth, and you very much enjoying it.. What you assumed would be a simple kiss was now a steamy make out for your neighbors to gossip about in the morning. When he’d finally break it, he’d push some hair out of your face and smirk “I’ll text you, dumbass..” he’d say in an oddly sweet tone before waving goodbye and heading back to his car.

✴ Tenya’s middle name is in fact ‘Perfect Gentleman’. When he asked you out, you were surprised because you’ve always been good friends, and he is SUCH a good guy, why would you say no?

✴ When he picks you up, he meets you at your door, walks you to the car, opens AND closes the door for you, and even waits until you’re settled before he pulls off. While you’re driving, he’ll hand you the aux cord and tell you to play what you want, and even if it isn’t his thing, he’s always willing to give your likes a chance, so he vibes with you.

✴ When you get to a fancy looking restaurant, he would make you stay in the car so he could open the door for you as you walked in, he would have his hand respectfully against the middle of your back, leading you to the seats that he made reservations for.

✴ Regardless of him being a little uptight, he seems to let loose and you two talk about everything, especially the old highschool days, and how he wished he would have asked you out a little sooner, but glad he finally did.

✴ While you were eating, he would do cute things like offer for you to try his meal, or ask if you wanted dessert, he even let you know if you got a little something on your chin. He was honestly just the sweetest thing ever, and you felt a little dumb too.. You should have seen what a good guy he was before now.

✴ When the date was over, he would drive you home and walk you to your door, carrying your carry out for you.

✴ As you reach the front door, he would bow his head to you “Thank you so much for giving me the chance to take you out, Y/N.. I -.. Really like you, I always have” he’d say in a deep tone, lifting his head to meet your gaze, smiling softly as the blush dressed along your soft cheeks. “I.. I like you too, Iida” you’d reply, making him close his eyes for a moment and let out a relieved hum “Please, I want you to call me Tenya from now on” he’d reply.

✴ You would nod with a giggle and then he would slowly lean in, making sure you had time to dodge that shit in case you didn’t want it, but you wouldn’t move, and soon your lips would connect in a soft, respectful kiss. It would only last for a second, but that was okay, he was only being mindful of you.

✴ Finally, he would bow his head “Have a good rest of your night, Y/N.. I'll tell you, okay?” he’d say sweetly before letting you walk inside before he made his way back to his car.

✴ Ok, so you very much know this boy likes you, it’s so painfully obvious.. Every time you go hang out with the bakusquad he’s on you like a fly on shit, and you think it’s rather cute.. But finally one day, he nonchalantly asks you to hang out, just the two of you and you happily agree, because regardless of how cool you normally played it, you liked him as well.

✴ When you get there, he initially lets you in with a big smile, but of course when you walk in, he stays at the door so he can not so secretly look at your ass. You knew it was innocent though, Kaminari would never just.. Jump your bones.

✴ The night he planned was simple, you’d bring your switch as well as some snacks. When you got into his living room area, it seemed as if he made a cute little nest of pillows and blankets on the floor for you two to sit and game, and when you did settle into your spot, Kaminari would sit right next to you, arm to arm and offer you a drink.

✴ You would both settle on something like Mario Kart, and honestly? You lost track of time so quickly.. Between you two joking around or calling out the other for a blue shell.. It just felt right being there with him, it was just so easy.

✴ In the midst of playing though, Kaminari would inch in different ways every other game until he was between your legs, using your breasts as a pillow.. And honestly? That was so okay.. You had been having such a good time, cuddling had been on your mind for the whole duration of your little date.

✴ Finally after countless rounds, he would set his controller down and snack on some chips, you couldn’t help but pet his hair and it caused the male to tense a little and look up “I take it.. You’re enjoying the date? I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out anywhere.. I just really thought private would be better” he’d say with pursed lips. You’d giggle and nod “I am enjoying myself a lot, Kaminari.. I’m glad we didn’t go out” you’d reply with a bright smile.

✴ The air would grow heavy suddenly, only the faint video game music filling the room as you two locked eyes and just stared at each other, but finally.. Kaminari would shift until he was on his hands and knees, dangerously close to your face as he bit his lip and pressed his forehead against yours. You being the impatient person that you are.. Close the rest of the distance and you would jump feeling a slight shock on your lips when they met.

✴ As the new sound of soft kisses overpowered the music, he would loom over you until your back was against the pillows and he would pull away just to look down at you with a hum “Do you.. Maybe want to just crash here tonight?” he’d ask with a seductive yet charming smile “Yes.. I would like that a lot” you’d whisper back up at him before stealing yet another kiss for him.

✴ [Face it, first anythings with Denki is going to end up with you staying the night >:3]

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