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poptod · 3 years ago

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Pretty, Little Doll (Merriel Shelton x Reader)

Description: Merriel makes friends with the pretty little doll serving ice cream.

Notes: jus thinking about ice cream. implied female reader, but this.. is too much. theres just too much here. youve been warned. edit: wait no u havent. the warning is that theres suggestive themes and such WC: 2.3k

After working long hours in the broiling sun of the south, what felt best down his parched throat was a beer––a bar where many of his friends and coworkers drank at, and the waitresses wore low-cut dresses with short hems and long stockings. That sight went down wonderfully with several drinks, but what drew his attention today was a newly opened shop.

There was no sign, but the large, pristine windows gave a good view of the inside. Clean, white walls with several tables and chairs to the left, and a counter to order at on the right. Behind it stood you, dressed to the nines in ruffles and bows as you opened up the shop, displaying buckets of ice cream.

Merriel grinned. Lopsided and toothy, and he jogged inside, sweat and dirt still trailing down his skin and clothes. With his shirt slung over his bare shoulder, he met your eye and his cocky smile returned as his chin tilted high.

"Afternoon," he drawled as he approached the counter, barely grazing over the different flavors before returning to you.

"Good afternoon," you said in a much quieter voice, though you did mimic his smile, just more politely. "How may I help you?"

"You new here?" He asked, gesturing generally to the shop.

"Oh, yes," you said. "My grandmother always wanted an ice cream parlor, so.. I thought I could help her."

"That's awful sweet of ya," he said as he leant on the counter, tilting ever closer to you. "This ice cream sweet as you, boo?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you did a double take. For a moment you were at a loss for words, but you quickly attempted to stammer out a response, a blush burning your face.

"Well, um, we have, uh, strawberry, and um.. chocolate, vanilla, cherry, and uh, banana. And bourbon."

"Bourbon?" He said, a single brow kinked upwards.

"It's my grandma's favorite," you said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Damn, girl. Grandma knows how to have fun," he laughed.

"Would you like to try it?"

Only if I can lick it off you, he thought, his attention drifting to the soft skin of your neck. The thought of it melting down and pooling in your clavicle. While usually he didn't bother to censor himself for anyone, you seemed a little fainthearted. His chances with you would probably be ruined after one too-strange comment.

"Sure," was what he said instead. "Long as it's cold I don't care."

"I understand that. I moved here recently and it's certainly something to try and adapt to the heat," you rambled as you stuck a tiny plastic spoon in the bourbon ice cream, giving him the single bite. "Are you a local?"

"Been here long's I remember," he said, taking the spoon. "What time do ya get off today?"

"Oh, um," you fixed the ruffles on your collar, "I won't be finished till late. We're not all set up yet."

"If y' need some help, I'd be happy to offer my expertise. I do a hell of a lot a' nailin' things ta the wall."

You stared at him again, once more losing your words. He hadn't quite meant what he said, but the fluster he left you in had him grinning, humored by the connotation you'd incorrectly understood.

"That – that'd be very nice of you," you said, wringing your hands. "I don't want to bother you. You look.. busy."

He didn't miss how your eyes raked up his body, from his wrinkled, dusty pants up his bare waist and chest still gleaming with the sweat of morning work. His jaw could cut hearts and he knew that very well; accented it whenever he could as he cocked his chin upwards, watching carefully as your breath froze.

"I won't be busy tonight. How 'bout this." He walked up right to the counter, pressing his hips into the edge of it. "I come after I finish up ma' own job, and I'll give ya' a hand. Don't even gotta pay me."

"Really? But –"

"Don't worry 'bout it. 'S nothin' for a pretty doll like you."

"At least let me get you a cone? It's hot out today," you offered, reaching for the largest waffle cones you had.

The guys wouldn't really take well to him eating ice cream instead of drinking, but he figured they'd eat their words when they saw you.

"Won't say no to that."

As much as he wanted to boast about you, how pretty and sweet you were and how he so easily slid his way into your life, he didn't want his friends finding your shop and vandalizing it with their own dirty boots and flirtatious looks. Only he could do that.

In the evening he returned as promised, having walked from his house on the outskirts of town to your shop on the main street. The build, decorum, and location of the shop screamed rich family to him. No one in his state would be able to afford a business on main street, much less fully renovated and repainted. He could ask you, he decided, about your family, your grandmother, and of course you.

Inside, you were closing up the tubs of ice cream, hauling them out of the display case and into a back storage room. He knocked before he entered, earning a muffled 'come in!' from you.

Before either of you could speak, both the buckets in your arms began to slip, and he ran round to the other side of the counter to help. He took one from you to ease the load.

"Careful, cher," he said, grabbing another bucket in his other arm. "Don't wanna break yaself."

"Thank you," you said, mostly ignoring his comment. "My grandma is in the other room, so just, um.. be polite and proper."

Fat fuckin' chance, he thought in his head, but fortunately did not say aloud as he followed you.

The door swung open into a freezer room, where an old lady stood in the corner, covered head to toe in coats as she stirred.

"I keep telling you to let me do that," you sighed, setting down your container before rushing to her side.

"I can do it quite well myself. I'm not useless, you know," your grandmother said, staring you down with a glare. You hesitated, gauging her carefully, before you relented with another exasperated sigh.

"Fine, alright," you said quietly. "I'll go work on hanging up all the paintings and such."

"Thank you, dear."

You motioned to him as you passed by, pushing open the door and heading out of the freezer. He once again followed you, watching your ass with a grin you never saw.

"We need to hang up these," you said as you brought him to one of the circular tables, each of which carried a small pile of paintings, license plates, or tin posters.

"You got a ladder?" He asked, glancing to the high walls.

"Yes sir," you said, sorting through the different posters. He quirked a brow, intrigued by the possibility of that nickname.

"I neva did get ya name," he said as he leant on one of the tables.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Pretty name for a pretty doll," he half sung, the same, one-sided smile stretched lazily across his face. "My name's Merriel."

"Also a pretty name," you said, picking the largest poster to start with. A pin-up girl in a sailor's suit. "Our ladder isn't all that steady. Will you hold it for me?"

He opened his mouth to offer himself up, but with one look to the ruffled skirt you wore, he shut himself up.

"'Course," was what he said instead.

Everything was a bit of a game––one you were unwittingly a part of, and one where you played your role rather well. A sweet, unassuming little thing, essentially a toy for him, accepting his help and letting him in. He hated to act the predator, but when it came to you he couldn't help it.

That was how he saw it. Hunting you down and taking you for his own at the end of a long chase. However, to any outsider, it appeared in a much simpler way; a young man doing anything for someone he'd developed a crush on. That was how it truly was, though the innocence of his crush was abruptly stripped away as he held the ladder, staring shamelessly up your skirt.

"Merriel?"

"Huh?" He said, broken out of his dreamy trance.

"I said could you hand me another nail," you said, pointing towards the package of nails with your hammer.

"Oh. You sure ya ain't gonna fall if I leave?" He asked with a grin. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll be alright."

"If you say so, boo."

After a little while he supposed he ought to offer some more help than holding a rickety ladder, and took your place at the top with a hammer in his hand and nails in his mouth. As promised, his experience with nailing things to the wall (nails specifically, not women) made him much faster than you, and the entirety of the wall behind the counter was covered within fifty minutes.

"Thank you for your help, again," you said as you put away the hammer and nails.

"My pleasure," he said, the image of your thighs still fresh in his mind. "If y' ever need help.. I'm happy t' to be of service."

"Well, thank you. Come stop by again soon. On the house," you said as he left, peeking your head out the door and giggling.

"You know I'm stoppin' by again, get two things done in one trip. Some'in sweet for th' eyes and the tongue," he laughed, watching your face light up with a blush.

And it ain't just the ice cream, he thought.

Over the course of the coming summer, he left drinking for the evening, and instead visited your shop over his lunch break. You insisted on giving his cones for free considering he continued to help you out, but he usually found ways to sneak you the money anyway. You were not, as he assumed earlier, a very rich family.

His favorite activity, which he found rather early on, was to sit outside on burning hot days, his shirt draped over the back of his chair as he ate. Through the pristine glass, he spied you watching him often.

You couldn't help it either. Most of your life was spent in your family cabin, cutting you off from many teen and early adulthood experiences. People flirting with you was a lot to deal with, especially when it came from someone as pretty as him, the smooth dips and ripples of his lean muscles shining with sweat and dirt from his construction site.

His tongue. Ever since he made that comment on that first evening you met, you hadn't been able to get it out of your mind. How it rolled and drawled between his puffy lips drawn backwards with his teeth, in a very specific method you'd pinned down to 'the Tongue Thing'.

Your heated, embarrassed blush only worsened as ice cream dripped down his fingers from the heat, cleaned up by a sharp and precise tongue. You could hardly breathe watching him like that, but as he caught your eye you turned quickly away.

His bravado had clearly earned a huge boost from catching you mid-drool, prevalent in his step as he waltzed back into your store. You hardly met his eye, pretending to clean up the counter, but that didn't stop him. He walked right up to you, leaning down with his elbows on the stone, forcing you to stop and look at him, which you did with incredible reluctance.

"You been watchin' me, cher?" He asked, close enough to see his reflection in your wide eyes.

"No," you said quietly.

"A' think you're lyin'," he said, leaning in closer yet. "Betta' not do that. Could land you in some trouble."

You raised your brows.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not with anythin' ya can't take," he said as he raked his eyes purposefully slow down your body. When you appeared to be at a loss for words, he said, "I'll ask ya again. Were you watching me?"

"... and if I don't answer?" You tested carefully.

"Well then, I think there's too much space between us," he said, grinning cockily as he jumped the counter, crowding you suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, backing up as he continued to step forwards till he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

"Tell the truth, baby." he drawled, carefully setting his hands on your hips and pulling you in. Something hard poked you.

"I – I wasn't staring, I –"

He half-grinded into you, pressing you tighter against the wall as his hands drew upwards, resting at your waist.

"Such a pretty thing," he mumbled beneath his breath, watching your stumbling reaction closely.

By pinning you with his hips, he had free roam to move his hands, one of which toyed with the hem of your skirt. It was wrong, certainly, and it was also illegal since you were in plain view of main street, but he lost control the minute his fingertips brushed the soft, supple skin of your thigh.

Your breathing hastened, hips yearning for something, though you didn't know what. When the rough skin of his fingers suddenly brushed inbetween your thighs your hands shot up to steady yourself on Merriel's shoulders. He laughed, running a finger through your lips, finding you already soaked and not wearing underwear. Instantly his laugh faded, devolving into a long, needy moan as his hips once more pushed up into you.

"Th – there's someone – someone coming," you said, eyes darting to the front door.

Immediately he was off you, stepping to the side as you straightened yourself out. You walked forward with shaky legs, which he most definitely noticed, and took the mother and son's orders as usual. When you finished you glanced to him, your heart stopping at the sight of him licking your slick from his fingers.

"I guess your ice cream is as sweet as you, boo," he murmured in your ear, giving you no chance to react before rushing back out to return to his construction job.

#snafu x reader #merriel snafu shelton #the pacific hbo #rami malek #rami malek character

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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So...👉🏼👈🏼 Could you make a headcannon of ( any characters u want ) reacting to their crush, reader. Being the leader and main dancer in the dance club? Like this...

The characters were walking down hallways while having an conversation ( or arguing?). Then, suddenly they hear a music and see their crush, a beatiful but confident female, practicing the coreo with all her club a dance that they would show the whole school during the lunch. If not, then thank you for at least reading my request.

By;; One of your fans and, of course, readers.

hello, my anon! thank you so much for reading my stuff and supporting me <33 without further ado... here are some long headcanons!

[Dancer f!reader]

Kuroko Tetsuya

he usually hangs out with the Seirin basketball team, where they would all often hide behind the hallway corners to eavesdrop on Riko’s and Hyuga’s next plans for training camps

as they all (not so quietly) trailed after the coach-captain duo down the hallway for them to turn left, Kuroko hears a soft orchestral sound coming from the right turn of said hall

his teammates were too rowdy to even discern the tune in the first place and they only cared to find out where their next torture session would be at, so they all took the left hallway

but Kuroko knew that sound from anywhere… after all that’s all you’ve been practicing to for the past month during breaks and after school

this was one of the few occasions he was glad that he had no presence, because he easily slipped away from his friends to find the source of the melody and to find you in particular

he wordlessly tracks down to your practice room, all the while having his head completely in the clouds… though his face was as stony as ever and gave no sign of his lovestruck affliction

the doors were obviously closed but he could still peep into the room through its windows, and there you were, enveloped in sheer tulle and a natural glow of an experienced performer

you were so completely engrossed into your pirouettes that Kuroko, despite seeing your solo routine alone together after school, can’t help but have sparkles in his eyes as he fixates on your passion and form

his mind drifts to the time he first met you after a home game, and he saw you approaching Riko to congratulate her on a preliminary win before you actually noticed Kuroko and directly praised him for his assisting skills as well

and boy was he SHOOK, he faltered a bit before he managed out a polite “thank you”

it was probably attraction at first sight, he’ll admit, but he actually started to fall for you when you would always come to the home games to support Riko (you unfortunately couldn’t come to away games because of your schedule as a club leader for dance), and pretty soon, you got to chat with a few of the Seirin players as well (including Kuroko)

you knew what you wanted to do for your career and you had everything set out and planned, and Kuroko found that really admirable

someone with a cool head, powerful aura, and charisma kind of reminded him of Akashi and he was here for it

and then he completely fell head over heels when he saw you dancing for the first time during club rush week at the beginning of his 2nd year… it was the way your gaze was so focused, and nothing else mattered to you except the performance, similar to how the Generation of Miracles would enter into the zone—

“Tetsuya?”

“A-ah..”

he didn’t realize that he completely zoned out (pun not intended) because it looks like your club was already done with dress rehearsal, and everyone else was beginning to pack up; you were standing right in front of him, holding the door open

“Sorry, am I in the way, (y/n)-san?”

“Naw, don’t worry,” you said. “Just saw you standing there and I was wondering if you needed something from me.”

yes, he wanted you to reciprocate his feelings, as selfish as he knew it was

“Nothing. Just heard something familiar and stopped by to see.”

“That’s very typical of you,” you chuckled. “Say, are you going to watch our showcase during lunch in a few hours?”

“The showcase advertised all over the bulletin, right?”

“Yeah.”

ah, that’s right, your club was planning to do a free showcase preview during lunch in the auditorium to advertise your ballet recital in a week

“Yeah, I’ll be there to cheer you on this time.”

“Pffftt, you’re too serious,” you laughed, ruffling his hair. Kuroko would normally be irked at the action, but with you, your touch was comforting. “I don’t mind coming to your games, I come for fun, and I don’t think of them as obligations. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I know most find ballet pretty dull—”

“I want to go, though. I don’t find it boring, (y/n)-san,” Kuroko said with a smile

your eyes widened as your hand in his hair stilled

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Since when were you into ballet?” you hummed, clearly meant to tease him in good fun, and you started to ruffle through his hair again

“Ever since I fell for you.”

Kise Ryota

Kise, even though being an idol-figure himself, is a fanboy of many idol groups and bands

he’s always looked for you during breaks, knowing you’d be in the dance room to practice with your small group of members

why? well, he wants to see you dance, especially when your club does dance covers of other prominent idols

he’s tried (emphasis on tried) to ditch practice once in a while to go see you in your element, even if it’ll always end up with him being pulverized by Kasamatsu himself

this time though, when he heard that your club was going to cover some big-hit performances during the schoolwide pep rally during lunch, he couldn’t resist the urge to get a “sneak peek”

he basically RAN down the hallway, blatantly ignoring the warnings the teachers gave down the aisle, to escape Kasamatsu and to get to you as soon as he could so he could have more time to watch

as he ran closer, his ears register the very familiar hip hop, urban, and pop songs emanating from the room

“(Y/n)-cchi!!!”

“Kise? What are you even doing here?”

“I came to watch your practice—”

“But you always do,” you sighed, crossing your arms in mild annoyance. “Besides, you’re going to see the exact choreography at the rally anyways. Don’t you already know the choreo yourself? Aren’t you a fan of these groups?”

“But I won’t be able to see you up close like thiiiiis,” Kise whines. “You’re always so cool when you dance, is it so wrong that I always want to see you dance?”

there was his signature puppy eyes that would normally make most girls weak in their knees

“I’m flattered,” you deadpanned, managing to stare down at Kise even though he was much taller than you. “But you’re cutting into our time right now, so you should either leave or sit quietly like a good boy and keep it shush.”

“Sheesh, so demanding…” he pouted, but nonetheless reluctantly sat himself on the chair like a petulant child

his petty anger quickly dissipates when your club got into position, with you at the center, and started the entire routine

even though everyone was just lipsyncing to the songs as they performed the dance covers back to back, he really thought everyone, especially you, embodied the essence of a real idol group

you had the aura, energy, passion, and charisma of an idol leader… not to mention the looks

Kise honestly saw you as his ultimate role model and idol, if he was going to be honest

to outsiders, it genuinely looked like you and Kise didn’t get along, but it couldn’t be further from the truth

okay, yes, maybe your first impressions on him weren’t that great

Kise first laid eyes on you when your recently new club performed for the first time at a talent show to promote for more members the following year, and he asked Moriyama if he knew who you were

“Right?? (Y/n)-san is cute! But don’t go near her—”

“Relax, Moriyama-senpai, I was just curious.”

and he started seeing your face popped up more around school, and your name being brought up more frequently among students (particularly his fangirls, who envy and admire you for different reasons)

you apparently started the club yourself (like Teppei with Seirin’s basketball team)

he was then intrigued and wanted to judge you for himself… and that’s when he started to show up to your room after practice to annoy you or would bump into you in the hallways

you, not wanting to deal with his shit, told him off in front of everyone

as much as Kise was shocked out of his wits, he couldn’t believe anyone had the balls to say that while risking their reputation… even Kasamatsu wasn’t THAT confrontational

he fell for you… HARD

he visits you DURING practice from that point on and while you hated it at first and tried to scare him away, he was just too stubborn

so you let him be

and you eventually learned that Kise was surprisingly dependable

he’d always insist on walking you home after practice

while you are still wary of him sometimes, you no longer find him completely unbearable… except when Kise would make it a huge deal to cheer your name OUT LOUD in the audience every time you performed, which was BEYOND embarrassing and headache-inducing

“Wow… I can’t believe you haven’t auditioned for an idol label yet, (y/n)-cchi,” Kise thought… more like he accidentally slipped out

but hypothetically, if you did pass an audition, he wouldn’t be able to get to see you as much anymore…

by now, your club was wrapping up practice and you came over to Kise to whack his head

“I told you to keep it shush, didn’t I?”

“You’re so mean! Your practice is done, isn’t it?!”

“You think I’m going to audition for a company?” you scoffed, but nonetheless mirth danced across your eyes; you knew he was trying to change the subject

“It was just a stray thought,” he mumbled, averting his eyes while pouting

“Really now,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “If I really did become one, I wouldn’t have much time to be here, now wouldn’t I?”

“(Y/n)-cchi! Are you saying that you…”

“On second thought, even if I’d miss class so much, I can at least avoid you and your incessant shouting.”

“Wha—! You’re so cruel—!”

“I’m joking, Kise.”

“(Y/n)-cchiiiiiii!” he fake-cries as he tries to glomp on your figure, only for you to expertly sidestep his lunge

“You better not scream out during the pep rally.”

spoiler alert: he, indeed, kept shouting out your name at the volume of a thousand decibels like a true fanboy during lunch

Kasamatsu Yukio

“I do not like (y/n)-san in that way!”

typical Kaijo team dynamics: during practice, everyone obeys the captain side of Kasamatsu without question, but outside of basketball? everyone picks on him the most

“Sure, sure, senpai,” Kise would often say, with Moriyama giving him consoling shoulder pats

“Screw off, or I’m giving you 5 extra drill runs—”

“Look, look, he’s turning red! He’s turning red!”

needless to say, the hallways were filled with a huge ruckus of chattering and shouts over Kasamatsu’s “problem,” aka you

he never saw you in that light

or at least… he used to not see you in that way

he admired your leadership skills; you were reputed across the school as the leader of the most coordinated group of performers who would travel to other cities to perform on televised festivals, local outdoor shows, and competitions

he would often hear your spartan-like commands to other performers outside, like “you three are off beat on 1, when you should be on the and of 2!″ and “your formations are too cluttered, spread out!”

sometimes, your group borrowed the gym because it’s much more spacious to practice in, and that’s where he REALLY saw you being a leader and a performer

if the Kaijo basketball team was the cream of the crop of all sports clubs, then the Kaijo performance group was the cream of the crop for all visual and performing arts

the group performed in all styles of dance, from traditional to modern and contemporary, and the fact that you seemed to know what to do on every new stage gave him motivation to do more as a captain to not “get left behind” for a lack of better term

he respected you like how he would respect Hyuga, Kuroko, and Kagami, but he never saw you as a “girl”

which was why he was able to talk to you normally and become good mutuals so easily

it’s the way you talked about your interests so passionately, it just made it really relatable and easy to strike up conversation with you, because you and him are similar in so many ways

well… that was… until his own teammates noticed and kept pestering him about the fact that you were a “girl” and that it was strange that he talked to you normally

so now he couldn’t undo his perspective of you, and he became HYPER AWARE of everything about you

so now he was noticing your mannerisms, your habits when you were idly thinking, the way your costumes and attire clinged to your figure or the way the stage makeup accentuated your features… the little things like that just really cemented the fact that you were not just “a dude”

“Drop it already,” Kasamatsu said, glaring at his teammates, who already looked like they’re in tears of laughter

Kise, even through the teasing, wanted the best for Kasamatsu, so he insisted he should just confess

and Kasamatsu is denying to his dying breath how he doesn’t see you that way

here these two are, going back and forth until it escalated into an argument after Kise insults him for being a coward

the rest of the teammates had to pull the two of them off each other so they could both cool their heads off

and Kasamatsu is stalking off alone in the halls, fist and teeth clenching as he figures out how to destroy Kise at practice after school… until he heard a faint oriental-sounding instrumental, and he immediately knew you were near

so he runs to the source of the sound… only to see you practicing alone in an empty club room, which is odd, since you normally practice with everyone

he’s too shy to do anything other than to look at you through the door window, being completely red when he’s, yet again, aware of how your body moved

all of the sudden, you stopped and frowned at yourself and sighed

was there something wrong?

you would never make a harsh expression, unless it was for the sake of acting when you danced, since you were normally so put-together

the want to help you overcome your troubles overrides his self-consciousness of this “crush” of his

“(Y/n)-san,” Kasamatsu called out, letting himself in after announcing his presence

“Kasamatsu? What brings you here?”

“Heard something… so uh,” he paused. “I came to check it out, but it seems like you’re troubled. Is there anything I can… do to help?”

“Ah…” you started. “We have to board the bus soon for a competition during lunch. It’s going to be televised everywhere too… I just want to get some last-minute practice, so nothing goes wrong…”

“I admire you alot,” Kasamatsu said seriously. “You inspire me to keep working harder.”

“Huh?”

“But try not to overwork yourself, your members will definitely notice if their leader is off their game,” Kasamatsu said. “I would know from experience.”

“Are you trying to cheer me up?” you laughed, to which Kasamatsu doesn’t fail to notice

“W-w-well, that’s—”

“Thank you, Kasamatsu,” you smiled. “Hearing your advice makes me want to ace this and make sure our performance will take the win.”

“Y-yeah…” he said, stretching his neck and shoulders out of nervousness

“Make sure you tune into our performance live during lunch, okay?” you leaned towards him playfully with your hands behind your back. “I’d be really happy if I knew you were there supporting me.”

“Y-yeah…”

#ask #anon #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko x reader #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kise x reader #kise ryota #kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #kasamatsu #kasamatsu yukio #kasamatsu x reader #kasamatsu yukio x reader #knb headcanons #knb scenarios

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simp-for-mha-men · 4 years ago

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𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Request by @number1bakuhoe: can i request one for bakugou? n do yk that tiktok trend where in u kiss ur best friend but instead can it be thats how they reveal their relationship to the rest of the class?? ty💗💗

A/N: This is my dream. I had this thought and disregarded it, but this icon brought it back to my attention! I hope you all enjoy this Bakugou chaos with our favorite U.A. class. My requests are still open, and now my asks are actually working correctly (I didn’t know they weren’t). Enjoy this cuteness!

Genre: established relationship fluff and competition, Tik Tok trends, a little bit of swearing, one weird question from Kaminari, a couple references to different books 💥❤️

Word count: 3.1k

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School was never boring at U.A. Whether you were listening to Present Mic drone on in English class or waiting for Mr. Aizawa to stop staring at you during training, it was always a good time. Your classmates also made sure of this, especially one in particular.

You had come to date the most ornery and obnoxious guy in 1-A, Katsuki Bakugou. His temper annoyed your classmates to no end. He never shared his trauma with anyone. It was as if “problem child” was his middle name. However, you had fallen for the spiky blonde-headed boy nonetheless.

How your relationship started was straight out of a movie, and the fact you both had been together now for 6 months made it all the more romantic. He called you one night by accident. He needed Kirishima to come to his dorm room, since he was late for a study group. When you picked up, he was annoyed at first but settled down after you told him you would help your friends. Being ranked number 5 in the class meant something, so he begrudgingly agreed.

“I’ll come,” you said, expecting rejection.

“Ugh,” he groaned.

Of course. Why would Bakugou want you to come help? He was so egocentric that he didn’t want you trying to show him up. They were your friends too, though! If they failed this test, it would make you upset. Sadly, that’s the downfall of being an empathetic person.

“Fine, just hurry your ass over here,” Bakugou ordered, hanging up immediately after.

You were stunned. If he didn’t tell you to hurry over, you might’ve freshened up just a bit. He wasn’t waiting for you, though, and if you were late, he would come to probably demote you from the rank of “extra,” if that was even possible.

The study sessions became a routine thing. Soon enough, each person kept leaving the group until it was only you and Bakugou left. It made you uncomfortable. It made him colder. Both of you were so awkward about it, which definitely didn’t help your situation. One night, you decided you were done playing this strange little game and did something about. The outcome was quite different than you had intended it.

“You know what,” you began, pushing away your binder, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Huh?” Bakugou questioned, glaring at you.

“You and I both know that this hasn’t been productive. For crying out loud, it’s just filled with tension!”

He huffed in annoyance, clearly done with your shenanigans. This man was going to be the death of you. Why was he so annoyed with you trying to leave? He usually liked to do things alone. If anything, this study group, if you could still call it that, was only a burden to him.

“It’s not you, Bakugou,” you said. “If anything, I feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome. I only feel uncomfortable, and I can tell that you don’t like the vibe we’ve created.”

The man in front of you fell silent. His gaze still pierced through your soul and spoke louder than words. You could tell he didn’t want you to go, but he didn’t know how to articulate it. Despite this, you knew you couldn’t stay. Being in the same room as him wasn’t healthy. Your heart rate always picked up speed. Plus, being so hot caused you to wear a t-shirt with the AC as cold as possible. Maybe you were coming down with something?

You began gathering your supplies as quickly as possible. You were studying a classic literary work: Romeo and Juliet. Was it cheesy? Absolutely. Did you love it? Without a doubt. However, Bakugou was beginning to be as intense as Montague or Capulet.

“Thank you for these past few weeks,” you blurted. “It’s been really fun, but I don’t want to stay anym--”

Suddenly, your forearm was yanked by your study partner. You landed atop his lap, causing your heart to almost burst out of your chest. Your face felt very hot, and your breath was trapped in your lungs. Bakugou’s hands fell on your waist and slowly rubbed circles into them. He let his gaze change between your lips and eyes.

You didn’t know how to react. Was he just teasing you? Then, he began to lean in slowly. Realizing what he was doing, you moved in and let his lips touch yours. It was your first kiss, but you didn’t feel bad about it. Bakugou was soft and took his time, which is not what you were expecting with his personality. In that moment, you realized why you always felt hot around him. Your pulse quickened because you liked him. You just never wanted to admit it to yourself.

After a few seconds, Bakugou pulled away. Staring into your (e/c) eyes, he took a deep breaths and kissed you again. This time, his heartbeat spoke to you. It matched in rhythm with yours and told you its deepest desires. Bakugou wanted you to be his. He initiated this kiss as a last resort to get you to stay. He needed you to stay with him, not to study but just to hold and kiss.

After that fateful evening, Bakugou had become your boyfriend unofficially. Both of you knew your relationship should be kept a secret. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Bakugou was supposed to be the number 1 hero, and you were just an “extra.” Plus, the Bakusquad and certain 1-A students would be a pain to deal with if they found out he was soft for someone.

Despite keeping your relationship hidden, you both made sure to make it a competition. Bakugou would always ruffle your hair when others weren’t looking, which would tempt you to plant a kiss on his cheek before you both went your separate ways during lunch. The nights in the dorms were domestically sweet rather than competitive like during school hours. Your loving boyfriend would always make two plates of food and slyly pass one to you. You would always make two cups of tea, making sure to hide one behind your back, and bring them to his room. When you did do this, you slipped in while he was taking his usual shower. He always came out, gave you his sweatshirt, and watched you with love-filled eyes. The tea-filled evenings always ended in cuddles and playing with each others’ hair. You stayed until your boyfriend fell asleep at his early time, and then you would sneak off to your dorm room to get some sleep yourself.

This was your normal with Bakugou. During last Christmas, you both were able to go on an actual date for the first time. However, you saw Kirishima and Kaminari hanging out, and you and Bakugou had to abandon your outing. Sadly, your relationship has never been normal because of how secret it was. You both had to get creative with your relationship, but it was worth it. He was your explosive baby, and you were his sweet angel.

Recently, you’ve been getting quite a few relationship Tik Toks in your feed. Whether it was “the faster you run to me, the more kisses you get” trend or the “oh, you want me to make you some soup” sound, you wanted to recreate them. The Pomeranian you were dating didn’t want this. He thought Tik Tok was a complete waste of time, and you always argued with him about how it was a de-stresser for you. However, he still watched every video you showed him and loved the smile you got when watching his reaction.

One of your favorite Tik Tok trends going around was with the popular song “Electric Love” by BØRNS. Best friends admitting their feelings through a kiss was so romantic, and it reminded you of how your adorable relationship began. After seeing about 1 million of them, when in reality it was only 3, you decided you had to do it with Bakugou.

Finals were just around the corner, and everyone was stressing out. There was a rumor going around that you would all be facing the teachers again, except this time there would be bigger groups to face 3 teachers at the same time. You coculdn’t believe it and burshed it off. However, the thought still lingered in your mind that the rumor could be true. Kaminari and Kirishima reminded you of this painfully often.

One morning at the dorms before class, Momo and Iida said they were holding a study group for the class that night to prepare for the written exams. They said they didn’t care how many people showed up. They just wanted to extend the offer since they were the top students in the class. Realizing it would be beneficial, you begged your boyfriend to attend it with you. As per usual, he wanted to make your life just a little bit more difficult.

“Please, Katsu,” you begged.

“No way, dumbass,” he said, flicking your forehead. “Why go when you’ve got me?”

“I just want to hear what other people have to say. Besides, Momo is really good at algebra! She could help both of us.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes before turning to walk towards his door. You had to convince him. No matter what it would take, you had to convince him that this was the best possible option to study for the written finals.

“Wait,” you blurted, gaining his attention. “What can I do that would make you come with me?”

“Don’t even,” he huffed.

“Come on, Katsu. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything!”

Your boyfriend turned around and met your gaze. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was hard. Oh no...he had something up his sleeve. It could go one or two ways: easy or hard. You figured it was the latter.

“Kiss me,” he stated.

“That’s it?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

“That’s it.”

Smiling, you skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned closer to his lips and met them sweetly. Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and melted into the kiss. It was filled with love and passion, causing a fire to erupt in your heart. You had never been happier in your life. He was all yours, and you couldn’t believe it. After pulling away, his smirk was even wider than it had been the first time. Something wasn’t right.

“I probably should’ve finished what I was gonna say,” he said. “You have to kiss me by surprise before class is over.”

Your eyes went wide. He was not asking you to do this. No way. You guys kept your relationship private for a good reason. He was out of his mind.

“Katsuki,” you sighed, “please tell me this is a joke.”

Laughing, he squeezed your cheeks before turning around and opening his door. “No way, dumbass. You said you’d do anything. Just try not to get caught.”

With that, he sauntered out of his room confidently. Never in your relationship had you been able to kiss him by surprise. He always knew what you were trying to do. He watched your fidgeting hands, crinkling nose, and squinting eyes all too much. It was like he could predict your every move. He watched you like a hero watches a villain.

You had to figure out a plan to catch him completely by surprise in only a few minutes. Then, you had only 7 hours to execute and achieve your goal. That sounds like a long time, but it was going to be a race against the clock. How were you going to pull this off? It’s not like some romance movie where the song for the love interests just starts out of nowhere.

Suddenly, you squeaked out loud. That’s it! You finally have the opportunity to do the “kissing your best friend” challenge. Of course, you and Bakugou were already dating, but he was still your best friend. You both told each other everything. Plus, he had never been around when you were watching those Tik Toks. You had your plan. Now, when could you execute it perfectly?

The morning started off like any other. Mr. Aizawa began going over the day’s schedule, causing the daily antics of your class to begin. Mina and Denki began dozing off, Aoyama was just staring off into space, Koda was focused on some birds outside, and Midoriya was already murmuring to himself. Despite all of this, your boyfriend was staring directly at you from across the classroom.

Once you noticed him, you stuck your tongue out at him. Clearly annoyed by your actions, he sighed and rolled his eyes at you. The dynamic was always like this between you two. However, your attack plan was finalized.

Using your skills, you deducted that the best time to initiate the plan was right before lunch. You would say you were showing him a Tik Tok, kiss his cheek like usual, and then strike. It was perfection. Nothing could go wrong.

The morning classes went by slower than ever. Present Mic kept correcting Jirou’s grammar the entire English class, Cementoss took too long to analyze Fahrenheit 451, and Ectoplasm spoke complete gibberish in math. You stayed focused throughout all of this, though, because you knew what was to come.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. Waiting for the class to leave the room, you slowly packed up your bag. Once Tokoyami and Shoji had left the room, you walked over to your boyfriend, who purposely took just as long to pack.

“Bakugou,” you began, sweetly, “you have to see this Tik Tok I found.”

He groaned, prompting you to lean down and kiss his cheek. Being the tease he was, he quickly turned directly to face you and kissed your lips. You laced your arms around his neck, causing your plan to become even easier. Thankfully, Bakugou was too in the moment to realize the placement of your phone. You had positioned yourself so you were facing the window, allowing your phone to lean against the glass and stand in the window sill.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, (y/n),” Bakugou said, pulling away from you with a smirk.

With your arms still around his neck, you returned a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a glare. “Oh, just you wait.”

You hit the record button on your phone, causing the lyrics to begin. Apparently, this gained his attention, and he turned his head to look at your phone.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / I can't let you go now that I got it

“Babe,” he groaned.

“Oh, come on,” you replied, pinching his cheek. “It’s just one Tik Tok.”

He groaned and looked at you through the screen. He was clearly waiting for you to start dancing or something because he never broke your gaze. Internally smirking to yourself, you realized you had caught him hook, line, and sinker.

And all I need is to be struck / By your electric love

Once the word “love” was sung, you turned his head towards you and kissed him the deepest you ever had. He paused for a brief second with wide eyes before chuckling and pulling you into his lap. Your lips met in a fiery passion of love, and you had never felt more alive. This was definitely the best kiss you had ever shared with him.

“Wait, you gotta be kidding me!” you heard someone say.

Both of you stopped, pulled away, and looked at the door. Standing there was Sero and Kaminari with the biggest grins on their faces. Before any words between the four of you could be exchanged, they both bolted off towards the cafeteria.

“Shit,” you sighed.

“You can say that again,” Bakugou agreed.

“If they know what’s good for them, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”

He chuckled at that and picked you up, placing a simple kiss on your forehead. After setting you down, you both went and grabbed your things before heading off to the cafeteria together. Of course, neither of you were aware of the hurricane that pounded the windows or shook the roof, but that would change very soon.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted the Dekusquad and Bakusquad all together. Once the door shut, Asui looked at you with the widest eyes possible. She turned back to the group and gained their attention, causing them all to unanimously charge the both of you.

“When did it start?” Mina asked, beaming.

“Were you always going to keep it a secret?” Uraraka questioned.

“Have you gone past kissing yet?” Kaminari smirked.

“SHUT UP BASTARDS!” Bakugou yelled, partially activating his quirk.

Stepping in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek and whispered to him to calm down. After repeating that a couple of times, he did and began sulking to avoid confrontation. Turning around, you mustered up all of the courage you had.

“Ok,” you began, “Bakugou and I have been together for 6 months. We had planned to keep it a secret until graduation. Kaminari, I’m not answering your question.”

Kaminari groaned before turning around and walking off. After you answered the first initial questions, more came at you. You responded honestly and kept the conversation going. Bakugou was beside you the hold time, and, at some point, he took your hand in his. You leaned your head on his shoulder before sighing.

“Anything else?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Asui replied. “When will you guys tell everyone else?”

“Oh, that’s not an issue,” Sero chimed in. “I already told the rest of the class.”

Everyone in the group fell silent. You prayed silently to whatever higher power was out there to protect Sero from major damage before saying, “Get him, baby.”

Bakugou took off after Sero, causing them both to sprint out of the cafeteria. You knew that they would probably get in trouble big time, but you were relieved. Finally, you and your boyfriend didn’t have to keep your relationship a secret. You were free to share as much PDA as you wanted, within school regulations, and were free to go on worry-free dates. It was a huge weight off your shoulders.

“D-do you think K-Kacchan will hurt him?” Midoriya asked, glancing at you.

Chuckling to yourself, you smiled and said, “I have no idea. I’m just proud to say that he’s mine. Sero will get what’s coming to him.”

It’s safe to assume that the both of you decided a night in studying together was better than having the whole class ogle you during the group study session.

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 4 years ago

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: well. i said it. and here it is!!! this is based off the most recent gruvia matching covers of fairy tail 100 years quest!!!:) i felt super inclined to write this bc 1. those covers are BEAUTIFUL and 2. well... last time gruvia was at a ball it.......didnt go so well!!! (end of the gmg arc......iykyk😔) SO!! i hope i did these covers justice!:) enjoys bbies!!!!! and im tagging @sobatsu bc i was instructed to lol!!:) i hope u enjoy, love!!!:)

“Wow.” Lucy lulled, taking in the grand surroundings. “I forgot just how nice this palace was.”

“Yeah, it’s been a little while since we’ve been here, huh?” Natsu finally looked up from his plate as he said with a mouth full of food.

“Natsu, manners!” Erza scolded. “Queen Hisui was kind enough to invite us here for her birthday ball. Don’t embarrass Fairy Tail.”

Juvia, however, was not taking a large part in the conversation. She was more focused on a certain someone, and how she had yet to even talk to this certain someone throughout the whole night.

Once she heard that Fairy Tail would be attending Queen Hisui’s birthday ball, she was estatic. Rather than dwelling on the fact that last time she was in that very ballroom Gray essentially rejected her, she decided to look at the glass as half full. She would reinvent herself this night. She would wear a dress even more dazzling than before, she would act so elegantly even if it killed her, and she would do everything in her power to make Gray eat the words he said at the last royal ball. Juvia would show Gray that she was an even newer version of herself, and she was a woman more than deserving of his love.

However, the fact that he seemed to be avoiding her the entire night was certainly putting a damper on Juvia’s plans. She didn’t want to overcrowd him like she seemed to last time, but patiently waiting for him to approach her was killing her. She wanted to gush over the fact that he looked so handsome in his fancy suit and sweep him off his feet onto the dance floor, but unlike her usual, she was trying to keep her cool. Unfortunately, “keeping her cool” was turning into a burning irritation. She kept her eyes glued onto Gray as she mingled with Jellal across the ballroom. They were chatting and laughing with drinks in their hand, and Juvia wanted to be by his side as he did so. Instead, she watched, and subconsciously poked at her food with her fork as her other hand tapped anxiously on the table.

Naturally, Erza was the first person to notice her agitation. “Juvia? Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Eh?” Juvia finally snapped out of her daze. She stopped her fidgeting and turned towards Erza. “Juvia’s fine.” She forced a laugh.

“Is that so?” Erza raised a brow. “That must be why you’ve been staring off and playing with your food for 30 minutes without taking a single bite.”

“Urgh!” Juvia finally dropped her fork. “Why hasn’t Gray-sama talked to Juvia tonight?! At all!” She spat out.

Erza gave a low chuckle. “I could’ve guessed that’s what this was about.”

“Why don’t you just go up and talk to him, Juvia?” Lucy chimed in.

“Because,” Juvia groaned. “At the last ball, Juvia was a bit—well— abrassive, and it totally turned Gray-sama off.” She sighed. “Juvia just doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

“You know, the last ball was a long time ago. A lot has changed from then. Not only you and Gray as individuals, but as a couple as well.” Erza casually explained, tucking a loose hair that fell from her bun behind her ear.

“A c-c-couple?!” Juvia’s face turned red. Sure, she and Gray had gone through a lot together since then, but their relationship was anything but definite. They were in this awkward “more than friends” stage that Juvia just couldn’t seem to fight her way out of.

“Erza’s right!” Lucy said, optimistically. “Gray cares a lot about you, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you went up and talked to him or asked him to dance.”

Juvia sighed, somewhat defeated. “Juvia supposes you two are right, but I really don’t want to mess anything up tonight.” She began lightly messing with her food again.

“You should do whatever you feel is right, Juvia.” Erza gave her a reassuring smile.

Juvia finally smiled back. “Thank you Erza-san, and Lucy-san, but Juvia is sure. She will lay low tonight. Whatever happens, happens.” As much as it killed her, this is what she decided to do, and deep down she would hope Gray would eventually approach her.

“Hey, Juvia,” Natsu interjected. “While you lay low, are you gonna’ eat that?” He clearly had eyes for her plate.

“Natsu!” Lucy exclaimed.

Juvia hummed a giggle. “It’s alright. You can have it, Natsu-san.”

After all, she was far too anxious to stomach anything right then.

While Gray was paying attention to Jellal and their conversation, he couldn’t help that little thing that was itching away at his mind. Finally, he glanced over her way across the room to see she was talking with Erza and Lucy.

His index finger tapped at the glass in his hand, unknowingly to him. He quickly shook his gaze and turned back to Jellal.

“So it’s safe to assume you’re fitting right in at Fairy Tail? You’re a new member and you’re already going to all our parties.” He said to his old friend, but new guild mate.

Jellal nodded. “Well, there’s never a dull moment, that’s for sure.” He chuckled. “I would hate to miss out.”

Gray playfully raised his eyebrow. “Is there a particular reason you’re inclined to be so involved? Maybe, I dunno’, because of a certain red-head, by chance?” He teased.

Jellal’s eyes went wide. “W-what?! Erza?! I—erm— not necessarily! Why do you say that?!”

Gray couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re as cool as a cucumber all the time, but as soon as Erza comes up in conversation, you start buggin’ out.”

“I guess I can’t help it.” Jellal sighed contently and looked over to her table. “She has that effect on me.” He grinned.

Gray admired Jellal’s realness with himself. It was a trait that Gray seemed to lack sometimes, especially when it came to the feelings department. That got him back to thinking about that thing that was poking at him all night. Or rather, that thing that wasn’t poking at him. Wasn’t bothering him, wasn’t clinging to his side, wasn’t flashing that engulfing sweet grin, wasn’t talking his ear off all night.

“H-hey,” Gray finally let his anxiety fall off his lips. “Does Juvia seem...” He realized he was failing on putting the right words together. “I dunno’,” He exhaled. “Weird... to you? At all?” He finished, agonizingly.

Jella furrowed his brows. “Weird as in...?” He wasn’t sure just what Gray was getting at.

He groaned. “I don’t know, like she’s acting kind of... differently tonight, right?”

“She looks perfectly fine to me.” By the tone in Jellal’s voice, it was clear he was trying to pull something from Gray.

“Y-yeah.” Gray swallowed his thoughts.

“Or could you be getting at the fact that she hasn’t been following you around at all tonight?” Jellal pried.

“I mean, yeah! It’s not like her to— well— leave me alone.” Gray snorted. Here he was, finally getting a second to breathe from her, and he was complaining about it.

“Does it bother you that she’s not bothering you?”

“No!” Gray immediately answered, but once he saw the look he was getting from Jellal, he knew there was no fooling him. “Ok, maybe.” He turned away.

“It’s just strange to see her not being herself.” He looked at the drink in his hand and swirled it around. “So, yes, in a weird way, it does bother me that she’s not glued to my side.”

“Well, Gray, it kind of seems like you’ve answered your own question, my friend. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go ask a beautiful girl to dance.” Jellal flashed one last smug smirk at Gray, almost as if it were a nudge, and walked strutted his way across the floor. He watched as Jellal executed his plan with that very red-head that knew just how to ruffle his feathers. Shortly following, Lucy and Natsu excitedly arose from their seats and entered the dance floor as well.

Gray knew what he had to do.

He downed the drink that sat in his hand, slammed it on the table beside him, took a deep breath, and headed towards her.

For the first time all night, Juvia wasn’t looking at Gray. She had her chin resting in the palms of her hands as her elbows leaned on the table. She looked longingly onto all the couples that were dancing the night away. It was hopeless. She had been defeated for a second time.

Flower petals fell from what was seemingly the sky, as the guards released them in bushels, setting the perfect mood for the couples romantically dancing.

“O-oi!” Juvia knew that voice all too well. She snapped her gaze at that direction.

“Gray-sama?” She nearly gasped. This was the first time she’d been so close to him all night.

“Juvia.” Gray took a deep breath. “Do you...” He held out one hand as his other instinctively scratched at the back of his head, as he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. He felt the blush burn his cheeks, so he couldn’t help but look away in the moment. “Do you want to dance with me?”

Juvia’s first reaction was her eyes widening, not believing what they were seeing. Her lips parted as she finally took in a breath after what felt like an eternity with no air.

“Yes. Juvia would love to.”

Gray finally looked back at her. and the world around him completely faded away. All he saw was her. Juvia’s long waves draped her frame perfectly, as parts in the front fell and curved onto the seams of her dress. She looked at him with a hooded gaze, one that stared into his entire being, and he was mad that he orginally didn’t have the courage to look into her deep blue trance. Pink frosted her porcelain skin perfectly, and it just so happened to match the soft petals that fell onto her so perfectly, grazing her hands that were crossed on top of each other, tightly held at the center of her chest. She was truly all he could see in that moment, and he didn’t care. All he ever wanted to see, was her. It was a sight he could look at for eternity.

Finally, the nerves seemed to dull. He gracefully took her hand, and led Juvia onto the ballroom floor. She was first to wrap her arms around his neck, and Gray matched her, a bit awkwardly at first, by placing his hands onto her back.

“Juvia thought you would never ask her to dance.” She half groaned and half chuckled.

“Yeah, well, you could’ve asked me yourself, y’know.” They continued to sway back and forth, stepping with ease.

“And risk rejection?! For the second royal ball in a row?! Juvia’s heart couldn’t take it.” She dramatically explained.

“Well it’s not like you to stand on the sidelines.” Gray scoffed.

“But it paid off didn’t it?” She hummed a giggle. “Gray-sama asked Juvia to dance.” She sang

“Yeah, but I didn’t like seeing you be all—well— not yourself.” He muttered and embarrassingly turned his head to the side.

“Eh?” Juvia pushed her face towards Gray. “Gray-sama doesn’t mind Juvia’s mannerisms?” She boasted

“Urgh, well, I like you, okay?! And part of what makes you you is how you’re so loud, and giddy, and forward, and in my face about everything.” He finally looked back towards her. “So don’t go changing anything about yourself, alright? I like you just the way you are.”

For the first time ever, Juvia was at a loss for words. Without giving a verbal reply, she removed her arms from Gray’s neck, and wrapped them around his torso while she prompty pressed her cheek against his chest.

“If Gray-sama insists.” She hummed, snuggling up.

For a moment, Gray didn’t know how to react. Before he could think of a response, he was overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity. This feeling, this sensation of Juvia being so close to him was exactly right. He loved feeling this closeness with her, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Even though he wouldn’t admit if half the time, he longed for moments like this. Her embrace brought him a sense of home like no other could. He calmly wrapped his arms around her, and brought her in even tighter than before.

Finally, while in each other’s arms, just as they knew they should be, Gray and Juvia danced into the night.

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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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I love soft and shy boy Tamaki... I'd like a story where Tamaki has been in love with reader since the moment they met but oblivious reader, even though she's 'bunny' to him, believes he has a crush on Nejire and wants play wingman for him. Meanwhile, Nejire has been trying to set those two up since she figured out Tamaki was in love and plays wingman (wingwoman?) for THEM. Maybe Tamaki gets tired of it; maybe he finally explodes and ends up confessing to his bunny in a fit of passion in public.

[ I feel like this took me a long time. But the length is impressive, at least to me. Haha. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I love Tamaki. ]

“Hm...so they don’t connect the dots, even when you keep calling them bunny?” Nejire questioned as she walked down the hallway of U.A. with Tamaki who was currently hunched over, his hair hanging in his face and the look of utter disappointment painted his features. He let out a sigh before looking at Nejire, “I...t-tried to ask them i-if they wanted t-to maybe...h-hang out t-today but...they s-said no…” he explained and Nejire couldn’t help but pout.

She recalled passing by the hallway when she saw you with Tamaki, the shy boy had stopped you and tried to strike up a conversation. She smiled and silently cheered her friend on as she watched from afar, but she recalled the way the smile faded from your face when you noticed her. The untold truth was, you believed Tamaki had a crush on Nejire. After all, she was a third-year unlike you a second-year.

She was a hero and a beautiful one at that, you spent your days hanging out in the Development Studio as part of the Department of Support. You would never be seen as a front line hero and you knew that Tamaki though he was shy. Made an excellent hero, so brave and just. It was admirable and you...well your work was less...impressive. You believed Tamaki much like most heroes, didn’t get enough credit or praise for what he did and it often ate away at you.

There had to be something you could do, you sigh as you continue to think. Dressed in the protective gear as is standard for support course students. You were walking down the hall, originally you were looking for Hatsume because you wanted her rather...insane opinion on a part of your recent design. But instead, you found your thoughts drifting to Tamaki.

You were unaware you were heading straight toward the third-years. “Come on Tamaki! It’s a good idea, have I ever let you down before?!” Nejire exclaimed as she grabbed the boy’s arm and shook him some. He groaned in response, his head still hanging low. It was almost like he was ashamed to lift it back up, “I...I d-don’t know...b-bunny is...w-would they...a-agree to it?” he questioned, but before Nejire answered.

Tamaki watched her head turn and curiosity had him follow her gaze. But he almost wished he hadn’t seeing as he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you walking toward them. Nejire smiled and grabbed Tamaki’s arm yet again, “Try now! They’re right there!” the girl urged, but was only greeted with another groan. His cheeks were dusted red and his mouth felt dry, he couldn’t talk to you! God...he’d just stutter and embarrassment himself, he didn’t need that.

Nejire, however, was insistent and continued to pull his arm, she eventually puffed out her cheeks. A signature move she made when she was utterly fed up with something and in this case, it was Tamaki’s attitude. “Fine! I’ll go talk to Y/n myself and you are going through with the plan! Mister!” she said as she jabbed Tamaki’s shoulder and yet another disgruntled noise came from him, but he made no attempt to argue with her.

Yet, that didn’t stop him from watching in horror as Nejire walked over to you, though you hadn’t noticed her as you were still lost in your thoughts. That is until you ran right into her, “H-Huh?” you blinked and came back to reality, finding yourself first looking at Nejire’s chest before your eyes trailed over her neck and eventually settled on her face. Tamaki witnessed the rather awkward interaction and slowly walked to the end of the hallway before hiding around the corner.

He was trembling slightly and his eyes were full of worry as he continued to watch Nejire speak to you, would she actually tell you what they had talked about? Oh God...a lump formed in his throat and he looked to the floor, a now horrified expression in his eyes. God, he just wanted to go home. “Oh...hi Hado, is Amajiki with you?” it was rare to see members of The Big Three without one another.

Nejire smiled, “I was just talking to him, but he had to run off to do something else.�� she lied as she placed her hands behind her back, but you couldn’t help but frown. “Oh…” you said as you loosely tugged on the signature tie of your school uniform. “I was kind of hoping to catch him.” you said, feeling your heart sink in your chest. Nejire tilted her head, blinking innocently.

Curiosity got the best of her and she asked. “Really? Did you need to talk to him about something?” you reached up to rub the back of your head, ruffling your hair up. “Well...to be honest, I was thinking about...doing something nice for him. You know, show him how much I appreciate all he’s doing. He seems a little stressed lately and he keeps calling me “bunny”, I wonder why that is.” you said, tapping your cheek a moment before you looked back at Nejire.

“I wanted to...set him up with someone,” you confessed and gasped when Nejire lunged forward and grabbed your shoulders. “Set him up!? Really!?” she exclaimed and you felt a faint blush come to your cheeks, Nejire was awfully close and your nose brushed against hers. “Uh...yes?” you replied and proceeded to try and take a step back, create some distance between yourself and the third-year.

She seemed to have gotten the hint and released your shoulders, but her smile didn’t fade. “Whose this special someone you want to set him up with?” she questioned, you never took Nejire for a gossip queen and you couldn’t exactly admit you wanted to set Tamaki up with her. So instead, you took a deep breath. Parting your lips to answer, but Nejire spoke first.

“Wait a minute! I have a great idea!” she said, “Why don’t we go to a restaurant together? I can convince Amajiki to go and then you can set him up with this special person you chose for him.” you raised your hand in the air, your index finger up as if to argue with her. But...on second thought, her idea might work. If she could convince Tamaki to go, maybe you’d have a chance to leave him and Nejire alone and hopefully, some romance would bloom.

You found yourself smiling at the idea and nodded, “Actually, that might be a wonderful idea. Are you sure you can convince Amajiki?” you questioned, but Nejire laughed in response. “I can try my best, you know how he is. The heart of a kitten.” she giggled before looking over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the hallway for any sight of her longtime friend. She chuckled before turning her head back and reached out to grab your hands in a friendly gesture.

“Just let me know what date is best for you so I can tell him!” you blinked, you hadn’t honestly thought that far ahead. But, you knew Tamaki like most students had one free day during the week. “How about this Sunday? As for the place, Amajiki has mentioned this one restaurant a few times. I think Fat Gum recommends it.” you explained and Nejire nodded.

“Ah! I’m sure if I ask Amajiki he’ll tell me, it’s a date then! Let’s meet there at say five in the evening? That’ll give me plenty of time to get Amajiki ready.” she knew it was going to take time to convince Tamaki to go out in public, especially if you were going to be there. But, it was so obvious how Tamaki felt about you and she wouldn’t stand by and watch him pass up a good thing.

She’d get you two together, that was a promise. She thought over a few scenarios as she walked away from you, her finger tapping against her chin as she did so. Tamaki continued to hide behind the corner, his eyes following Nejire as she walked past him. He swallowed and reached his hand out, noticing his fingers were trembling. “N-Nejire….” he said as he shyly began to follow her, “Hm?” the girl paused in her footsteps and turned to face Tamaki, a smile coming to her face.

“Tama!” she said as she threw an arm around his shoulders, something that caused the shy boy to gasp. “You like Y/n, right!?” Tamaki’s heart accelerated at the mention of your name and he felt his mouth dry up, his thoughts seemed to jumble all at once. “I...I u-uh…” he swallowed and lowered his head, God he hoped his cheeks weren’t too noticeably red. Nejire giggled, getting some amusement out of Tamaki’s reaction.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Guess what! I have another plan that will guarantee Y/n to be yours!” she declared and Tamaki’s head shot up, his eyes wide. A plan? Oh God...he wasn’t sure if he should feel grateful or scared. What exactly was Nejire planning? Sure, he trusted her and he knew she wouldn’t hurt him. But he was so afraid of ruining any chance he had with you, he didn’t want to lose you.

You’d always be his bunny no matter what happened, yet he didn’t want to risk anything when it came to you. He nibbled on his bottom lip before daring to speak, “W-What’s the plan?” he questioned, despite the fact his heart was racing in his chest. But Nejire made the choice to tell Tamaki after school and her intuition proved to be correct because when she finally did, “You w-what!?” he exclaimed, his hands digging into the fabric of his sweatpants as he sat on top of his bed.

Nejire was sitting across from him and Mirio was next to him on the bed, looking rather confused by his friend’s reaction. Nejire sighed as she pressed her hand to her face, a frown was present when she turned to look at Mirio. Silently hoping for his input. “Come on Tamaki, it’s not that bad,” he said, trying to reassure his friend as he laid his hand on his shoulder but he grew concerned when he noticed Tamaki was trembling.

“You’ve liked Y/n for a while...maybe this will be good for you.” Mirio spoke in a gentle voice as he tried to soothe Tamaki by rubbing his back, Nejire nodded in agreement. “That’s what I told him! I’ll be there as moral support too! I’ll be your wing-woman Tama! Everything will be okay!” she assured as she leaned over and patted his knee. Tamaki groaned, covering his eyes.

“I...I d-don’t just l-like Y/n…” he began, his voice shaky and uncertain which concerned his friends all the more. Mirio’s hand came to a halt and he looked over at Nejire. “What do you mean, that you really like them?” Mirio questioned as he leaned close to Tamaki who in turn shook his head, he lowered his hands and turned to look at Mirio. “I…I l-love Y/n!” he confessed, despite the fact his face looked as though it was twisted with pain and his cheeks were toasted red.

“O-Oh…” Mirio leaned back, feeling his own face flush. He hadn’t realized that, sure Tamaki seemed smitten with you. But love? Nejire, on the other hand, seemed more than happy to have found out such a thing. Though she had always suspected Tamaki was in love with you, maybe it was just female intuition. But, she knew Tamaki held deep feelings for you and now that it was confirmed, it made her all the more determined to help him capture your heart once and for all.

Her hand tightened on his knee, “That makes this all the more worth it, you have to go through with this Tamaki! I won’t rest until I see you happy with the person you love!” she declared as she hopped onto her feet, a happy smirk on her face before she pointed her finger at the shy boy. Tamaki trembled, he had a bad feeling about this. “O-Oh no…” his heart sunk with fear as Nejire grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled.

The action caused him to gasp and he stumbled to regain his balance. “Miri and I are going to help pick out an outfit for you! When Sunday comes, you’ll be all set to sweep Y/n off their feet!” she declared, though Tamaki seemed to shrink in size. He wasn't looking forward to this. The next few days at school seemed like hell for Tamaki, each day that passed only brought him more anxiety.

Especially knowing what event laid at the end of the week, he couldn't even look at you without wanting to faint. You, on the other hand, had a more optimistic view. You were happy to have finally gotten this chance, you were going to make Tamaki happy and you knew that Nejire was the perfect match for him. It was so obvious, but part of you wondered what pet name Tamaki would give Nejire considering he already called you bunny.

You thought it strange, but it was actually a pretty cute nickname. Regardless, you were a little worried that Tamaki was avoiding you. Maybe he was just nervous, you hoped he hadn’t caught on or that Nejire spilt too much information. Even so, you trusted that she had kept her word and was able to convince Tamaki to show up to the restaurant. But much like Tamaki, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

Especially on the day of the agreed date, unlike Tamaki, you hadn’t put much thought into what you were going to wear. But you decided to wear something casual, not too fancy but good enough to impress. You had shown up at the agreed time, but unknown to you. Nejire was already working her plan into the mix, she had purposely told Tamaki they needed to be at the restaurant an hour early.

That would give them plenty of time to get a table and calm any extra nerves Tamaki had and hopefully be able to put her plan into action when you walked in. But Tamaki was currently hunched over the table, dressed in a white button-up shirt with a dark purple vest and a black tie. He was wearing black dress pants and dress shoes while Nejire wore a simple blue dress.

She pouted at her friend’s behaviour and patted his shoulder, “Tama! Straighten yourself out! They’ll be here any moment!” she urged with her cheeks puffed out. She knew that Tamaki was shy and fragile, but she also knew this was good for him and that she wouldn’t stop until you and Tamaki were together! “A-Any moment?!” he responded with a horrified expression.

“Oh G-God...my s-stomach…” he groaned and wrapped his arms around his waist, once more lowering his head to rest it against the table. Nejire sighed, “Tama…” she said before a waitress approached, they leaned down to whisper something into her ear. “Hm?” Nejire blinked before pressing a hand to her chest, almost looking worried. “They just walked in!?” she exclaimed before rushing to stand up, “Tama you stay here! I’ll go get them!” she said as she took off running, the sound of heels echoed as she disappeared from view.

Tamaki continued to sit at the table, visibly trembling. His stomach was twisting with so many knots, he felt like he was going to throw up. He wanted to see you sure, but...what would he even say? What if he couldn’t form any words let alone a thought? Another groan escaped him, this wasn’t good. Butterflies continued to fill your stomach, you weren’t sure why you were suddenly feeling nervous.

But regardless, you walked up to the hostess and opened your mouth to speak. Yet, before you could ask anything, Nejire came out of nowhere and grabbed your arm. “Ah!” you stumbled back and looked at her as though she were crazy, well maybe she was. “Hado, what’s going on? Where did you come from?” you questioned and Nejire chuckled before pulling you off to the side.

“Amajiki is waiting for you at the table, I tried calming him down but it doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe you could try? You are his bunny after all.” you looked at Nejire confused, “You want me to...but...but no! I mean...you’re one of his best friend’s right? The Big Three.” you said with a nervous chuckle, but Nejire placed her hands on her hips. Looking at you almost like a mother would before punishing her child.

“Come on…he’ll listen to you! I know he will,” she said before pulling you along. You partly wondered if she was telling the truth, you knew of Tamaki’s shy nature. But you also knew that he’d push through anything he had to when it came down to it. Like when he was Suneater, he could show such bravery. Yet he was always shy in front of crowds, regardless if they were cheering his name or not.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink, he really needed someone to be there for him. You looked at Nejire, watching her hair flow behind her as she continued to guide you to the table. You narrowed your eyes, a hint of determination coming. You would get Tamaki with the one he deserved, you just hoped that Nejire was correct when she said you had the power to calm him.

As you approached the table you could see Tamaki’s hunched over figure, “Uh…” you weren’t sure what to say when you noticed he was trembling and his face was twisted with a certain emotion you couldn’t describe. It almost looked like he was sick, “Tama! Look who I found! Come on, let’s sit down!” she urged as she pushed you into the empty booth, you cried out and stumbled.

One hand grabbed onto the table and the other Tamaki’s thigh. You felt your face light up when you realized your involuntary action and quickly staggered to your feet. Your gaze immediately went to the floor, which might have been a good thing because Tamaki’s cheeks proceeded to glow a deep red colour. “S-Sorry,” you said before feeling Nejire slap your shoulder three times.

“Sit down already!” she urged and despite, being a tad annoyed at her insistence, you sigh and proceed to slide into the booth. Nejire quickly followed you, your shoulder bumped against hers as she smiled at Tamaki. “Tama! Say hi already!” she spoke yet another command, but Tamaki couldn’t help but tremble.

His heart was racing so fast, he was almost afraid he was suffering from a heart attack. But he knew he couldn’t just continue to avoid or push down his feelings, so he swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly lifted his head. Though his eyes only lingered on you for a second before he shyly glanced away, God...you looked so incredible to him...he had never seen you dressed up before.

Should he say something about it? Oh God...he parted his lips, “Hi...I blenah…” his words came out jumbled and he quickly covered his mouth, he felt the urge to slam his head against the table. But he didn’t want to scare you away, Nejire shook her head. Tamaki was such a kitten, “Uh...hi, are you okay Amajiki?” Tamaki felt a wave of embarrassment hit him as he heard your question and he slowly nodded, “I...I uh...I-I’m f-fine...b-bunny.” you blinked, there was that nickname again.

Nejire began drumming her fingernails against the table, this wasn’t going well. She needed to figure out a way to speed things up if Tamaki wasn’t going to talk that much. Maybe some food would help bring the romantic atmosphere up, “Well...I’ll be right back, I have to use the little girl’s room.” she said and you turned your head, a little afraid to be left alone with Tamaki.

“W-Wait…” you tried to stop her but Nejire was already up and walking away, and part of you wondered if she actually had to use the bathroom. Damn. How were you supposed to set Tamaki up with her if she wasn’t even present?! You nervously chuckled before turning to face Tamaki, your hands curling in your lap. “Heh...so...Amajiki.” you began, feeling a tad bit awkward.

“How are...things with Hado?” you questioned, honestly hoping for some type of intel. But Tamaki only lifted his head and looked at you with a confused expression. “N-Nejire? Uh...I mean s-she’s fine...um, you k-know she’s a-always been a good f-friend.” he said, his eyes focused on the table. Despite the fact he was a little concerned as to why you were asking about Nejire.

“She’s just a friend?” you questioned as you leaned over the table and Tamaki’s eyebrows came together, “Y-Yes?” he responded, unsure of where you were going with such a line of questioning. “S-She’s my friend, like...like you b-bunny but um…” he held his breath as he tried to look at you once more, he wanted to tell you how he felt. He hadn’t actually thought you’d show up, he was happy that you did nonetheless.

But, it had been so hard lately. With his feelings for you only growing, he had dreams about you and a lot of the time the only thing he wanted to do was hold your hand and just...be happy with you. Still, with each passing day, he felt as though he were losing his chances one by one.

You tilted your head, “Yeah...I wanted to ask you Amajiki, why the nickname bunny? Don’t you think that’s something you should be calling Hado?” Once more you mentioned her name and Tamaki grew more suspicious, “W-What do you m-mean? Y-You’re my...uh, t-the only bunny.” he said and you frowned, guess there was no shaking the nickname.

You nodded before pressing your lips together, sitting in silence which was slowly beginning to kill you. Was there nothing you could talk about? You continuously looked in the direction Nejire had gone, praying that she would come back. Unfortunately the silence continued, and you felt the temptation to leave. You raised your head, “Amajiki I think-” before you could finish your sentence, a waiter approached and placed two drinks onto the table.

A cart was off to the side and a few small dishes were on it. You and Tamaki shared a confused glance, “Um...excuse me,” you said effectively catching the waiter’s attention. “Hm?” they turned to look at you before you gave an awkward chuckle. “We didn’t order any drinks...did we?” you asked as you looked to Tamaki who in turn shook his head.

“Oh, someone else paid for these and the food as well,” they said and you only looked more confused before you came to the conclusion that it must have been Nejire who was currently hiding behind an empty booth, smiling as she watched her plan in action. You stared at the food and your stomach twisted, everything looked delicious but you also took note that most of the dishes on the table were meant to be shared and only one set of chopsticks had been placed down.

You looked at Tamaki, “Uh...you can take the chopsticks if you want I...I’m sure I can eat with my hands…” you insisted as you slid the wrapped up napkin over to him, but he shook his head. “N-No you...I d-don’t want y-you to...I mean uh, y-you can t-take it.” he said and reached over, placing his hand over yours. You jumped, noticing how warm Tamaki’s hand was and glanced down.

Oddly enough you could feel your heart skip a beat before you looked back at him. “Uh...Amajiki?” you questioned, “Hm? Y-Yeah?” he responded before you pointed to his hand that still covered yours. Tamaki followed your finger and gasped before pulling his hand back and cradled it to his chest. “S-Sorry!” he said and you chuckled, “There’s no need to apologize Amajiki I...maybe...we can share?” you suggested as you reached over to unravel the napkin and picked up the single pair of chopsticks.

You looked over the selected plates and noticed one of them was takoyaki which you knew was one of Tamaki’s favourite foods. You smiled, feeling the urge to tease the poor boy and picked up one of the octopus balls. Holding it steady between the chopsticks, you lifted it up to Tamaki’s mouth. “Go on,” you urged, “take a bite.” Tamaki’s cheeks flushed and he leaned his head back in response, “A-Are you s-sure?” he questioned and you couldn’t help but give an almost disappointed look.

“Amajiki...just take it,” you said, despite the fact part of you thought it was almost cute to see his cheeks flush like that. He swallowed and hesitantly leaned forward, parting his lips and taking the takoyaki into his mouth. You chuckled at the sight of his cheeks puffed out and happily took one for yourself. More time passed and you happily fed Tamaki who seemed to finally be at ease, though in the back of your mind.

You couldn’t help but continue to question where Nejire had gone, did she leave? Silence once more filled the air as you continued to eat and Nejire who was still hiding noticed the continued lack of conversation and romance. It was beginning to drive her mad. “Mm…” she frowned before stomping back over to the table, you had something in your mouth but turned to face her. Quickly swallowing, you spoke.

“Nejire, where have you been?” you questioned and watched as she turned to glare at Tamaki before shifting her attention back to you. “Oh yeah, the line was really long. Sorry about that...Tama.” she said, his name coming out of her mouth with a hiss. “U-Uh…” he swallowed before looking over at you, almost as if silently asking for help. Though you didn’t take the hint and gasped when Nejire reached over and took hold of the boy’s arm, yanking him from his seat.

“Wait, where are you going?!” you demanded, watching as Tamaki’s head turned and a desperate look was clear in his eyes. “Uh…” you blinked, what was happening? “N-Nejire!” Tamaki cried out as he continued to get dragged by the girl who rounded a corner and pressed him against the wall. She pointed her finger in his face, “Why aren’t you making conversation?! You need to tell Y/n how you feel!” she said and Tamaki couldn’t help but let a soft growl escape him.

Did Nejire think he wasn’t trying? It was so hard to get his feelings across to you, he started calling you bunny as a special pet name and it didn’t seem to do anything. Even when he attempted to tell you, he’d get tongue-tied and his anxiety flared up which caused him to give up altogether. But he was getting a little sick of Nejire continuously telling him he should just confess his feelings to you as if it was so damn easy.

His hands tightened into fists which shook ever so slightly, “I-It’s not that e-easy...and w-why did you send us f-food?” he questioned as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Well...I thought it was a good idea, I mean...you two looked cute together!” Nejire said, meanwhile you sigh as you continue to sit alone at the table. The waiter came over and took the empty plates, leaving the table bare once more.

You were a little disappointed that your plan wasn’t going as you had pictured, with Nejire gone from the table and Tamaki continuing to insist they were only friends. You couldn’t help but feel as though you were at a dead end. A frown was present on your face before you decided to leave the table and walk in the direction you saw Nejire drag Tamaki. “Hm? Is that Y/n?” Nejire questioned after having effectively scolded Tamaki. “Are they leaving!?” she exclaimed and before Tamaki could respond, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him.

“Y/n!” she called, extending her hand out to you. However, you had already passed the front door and turned to look over your shoulder as a gentle wind came. “Hm?” you turned to face Nejire as she approached, Tamaki shyly standing behind her. “What’s wrong? I thought you were going to wait at the table.” you looked down, you couldn’t say your plan had failed. So instead, you shrugged.

“Well Amajiki and I already ate so...you also seemed a little busy,” you explained as you scratched the back of your head, a little embarrassed. Nejire frowned, damn...maybe she had taken too long. But she was only trying to help Tamaki! Oh no, she could still fix this! Tamaki stepped around Nejire and shyly glanced at you. “I...uh, sorry…I...d-didn’t mean to l-leave you a-alone” he said as he hung his head and you couldn’t help but give a gentle smile.

You almost wanted to reach over and pat his head, but you kept your hand by your side. “It’s fine Amajiki...don’t worry,” you assured the man before Nejire stepped closer to you. “Dessert!” she suddenly said, causing you and Tamaki to flinch. You blinked, “W-What?” you questioned, “Dessert,” she repeated, “you two haven’t had dessert yet! I’m sure there’s a stand somewhere around here.” Tamaki groaned, “H-Hado...I don’t t-think…” he began but Nejire puffed her cheeks out and turned to face him, stomping her foot against the ground.

“It’ll give you another opportunity to try and tell Y/n how you feel…” she whispered before turning to smile at you. “Come on, it’s not a proper meal without dessert,” she said with a grin as she reached to gently touch your arm and you tilted your head. “Well…” you began, your eyes shifting over to Tamaki. “If...Amajiki is fine with it, I guess we could get some ice cream,” you said, watching as Tamaki gave a soft smile and nodded.

“Great! Let’s go find a stand!” Nejire exclaimed as she grabbed Tamaki’s hand and proceeded to reach out for yours, it was a little odd to be holding a member of The Big Three’s hand. But overall, you didn’t mind. But part of you wondered what it would be like to have held Tamaki’s hand, would he tremble or would the warmth from your hand be enough to keep him still? Regardless, you allowed Nejire to guide you to the desired dessert stand where she took the liberty of buying.

Though you weren’t too big on dessert, you ordered a small cone. “Thank you Hado,” you said as you walked toward a bench, the stand happened to be in a nearby park and the sound of small children playing echoed in the distance. Nejire smiled and walked closely behind you, “Oh, no worries it's my treat.” she said with a smirk, now maybe she could try another plan.

She bumped your shoulder which caused you to turn your head. Tamaki was walking behind you as well, but at a safe distance. “Oops sorry, I’m a bit clumsy today,” Nejire explained before purposely faking a trip, her hand shot out to knock the ice cream cone from your hand. You gasped as it hit your shirt, leaving behind a visible messy stain.

“Hado!” you screamed as you tried to wipe off the melting dairy product. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Y/n!” she said, but you couldn’t help but glare at her. Her apology though you had no right to fully judge sounded fake, “Did you do that on purpose?!” you demanded and Nejire shook her head before glancing at Tamaki who still had his jaw dropped from witnessing the scene.

“Amajiki! I have an idea!” she said as she turned to the boy who shivered in response and nearly dropped his own dessert. “G-Gross…” he muttered under his breath as Nejire continued to smile at him, “Why don’t you give Y/n your vest?” she suggested as she reached over and tugged on the front of it. Tamaki felt his eyebrow twitch and tried to step away, but Nejire continued to hold onto him.

“Come on Amajiki! Show Y/n how much you care, give them the vest!” she insisted and you watched with wide eyes as she began to pull the vest over his head, despite his cries for her to stop. “Uh...H-Hado…” you said as you took a step closer. You didn’t really need Tamaki’s vest, but it was clear that there was something going on between the Big Three members you weren’t aware of.

Tamaki growled, stumbling back when Nejire finally got the vest off of him. His dessert had fallen to the ground and despite the fact, he was normally soft-spoken and the only real time he showed any anger was during combat with villains. A deep growl came from his throat, “T-That’s enough!” he shouted and you jumped at the sound of his raised voice. Nejire cradled the vest close to her chest and looked at Tamaki with the same shocked expression you held.

“I...I-I’m tired of...t-this, I d-don’t need a-anyone’s help to…” he clenched his jaw, tightening his fists as he looked away a moment. His eyes were moist over with tears, but not a drop spilt as he turned to glare at Nejire. “To...confess h-how I feel!” he finished before his glance turned on you and a shiver ran down your spine, you had never seen such an expression on Tamaki’s face before.

Your body was frozen as he walked over you and roughly grabbed your hands, holding them against his chest. Unlike before, he felt a spark of bravery but there was a chance it was only fueled by the anger he felt. He looked into your eyes and slowly leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. You felt your breath hitch, he was so close. Tamaki had never made your heart race before, but you could feel it rapidly pound in your chest.

You couldn’t rip yourself away from Tamaki’s intense glance. “Y/n...b-bunny, I…” he paused yet again, how could he say it? Just blurt out he was in love with you? That he can’t think of anyone else but you, that he even dreamt about marrying you? Well...maybe the simplest thing he could do was speak those three little words. He bit back the lump in his throat and parted his lips, “I…I l-love you!” he exclaimed and once more your jaw dropped.

“I k-know it...it’s a lot...t-to take in! B-But...I do, I l-love you! I-I’ve been in love w-with you f-for uh...w-well since I m-met you! Y-You’re my b-bunny because you m-make my h-heart race and I k-know that’s s-stupid and I-” he took a sharp breath, pressing his teeth together before turning his head. Nejire smiled and clasped her hands together, “Yes Tama! That’s it!” she cheered on, though it didn’t seem like Tamaki appreciated it at the moment.

In fact, he tried his best to ignore her words before he dropped your hands and cupped your face, your eyes grew wide as he gently forced your head up. “I-I’m sorry...b-bunny.” he said and you wanted to ask why he was sorry, but the next moment almost seemed like a blur to you. Tamaki had leaned forward and you remember the feeling of his soft yet oddly rough lips against yours.

You found your hands curling into Tamaki’s shirt just before he pulled away with a red face, he apologized once more before turning to run. “Tama!” Nejire called after him, but it was too late. She frowned and looked at you, it seemed neither of you knew what to do. Your heart was still racing, trying to process what had just happened. Tamaki, had feelings for you this whole time? You almost felt stupid for having thought he liked Nejire, everything seemed to click at once and despite wanting to run after him.

Your feet continued to remain frozen and Nejire’s chuckle was the only thing that seemed to break your thoughts and bring you back to reality. “Huh?” you turned to look at her and noticed she had a faint blush on her face. “Sorry about that…” she said as she approached you and handed you the vest, you were a tad confused but took it nonetheless. “Return it to him next time you see him, I think you two need to discuss a few things,” she said and you lowered your head, running your hand over the vest. Yeah...you had more than just a few things you wanted to know.

#tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha requests #Anonymous

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crownin-thestars · 4 years ago

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There's a Reason Why

You know who Mega is, right? Everyone knows him as that one mute kid, but they don't know why he's mute and they don't seem to care.

But Mega wasn't always like this

Mega was usually a quiet kid around children his age and older, being quite shy and was always teased for his birthmark location. When he was around those younger, he would usually come off as a bit of a bully because of what he says to them. The only reason he did that was to get rid of stress from both school AND home.

His household was even more stressful, having a single mother and being her only child. His father had filed a divorce agreement but was unable to gain custody over Mega due to his mother presenting false cases. This resulted in, of course, Mega living under his mother's roof.

False cases? His mother sounds like the scummiest scumbag in the world, and I can assure you that that may or may not be true. The reason she wanted custody over Mega was because she was never able to reach her own goals, and with a child, she wanted him to achieve them for her. She never cared about what he wanted to do, all she cares about was that her son absolutely needed to become what she expected him to be.

This woman forced her son to be a perfect child. All A stars in school, always obedient at home and always helped her with housework. (For the record, I don't exactly know how grades work in America, an A star is the highest grade you can get on an exam in my country and a U as the lowest, standing for ungraded so I might go by that)

When Mega had told her he wanted to create content, this set her off. His mother yelled at him, so much that it brought him to tears. He was never yelled at like that for so long, the words that came out her mouth sounded like they were came from another. Mega heard things like 'You were a mistake after all' and 'why can't you let me make you great'. He didn't want to hear anymore of it, running off to his room and locking the door.

Mega's mother thought he had changed his mind, yeah that's how entitled she is, but she soon found out that she was very wrong.

Mega had come home one day on his phone. He wasn't even in the house for a minute when his phone was snatched out of his hands. He was slammed into the wall, causing a few things on the shelf next to him to fall. His mother asked him what he had been doing when he hid in his room.

Nervous, he stuttered out a 'nothing', flinching as his mother raised her arm. She screamed at him for being a lier, and told him that she had been keeping track of who and what he was texting. Mega could feel his blood go cold. Knowing who he was texting would mean her knowing what he was planning, and considering what had happened just a few days ago, he already knew she would not react well.

Mega managed to break free from his mother's vice like grip, snatching his phone back before bolting to his room. The slammed the door shut, locking it. Loud banging and screaming coul be heard behind the door. No matter how much she screamed, he wouldn't break the only barrier he had between him and his mother.

He leaned back on the wall opposite the door, his body sliding down as tears fell from his eyes. He grasped his arms around his head, trying to keep the bad noises out. Mega whispered to himself through the sobs as the banging continued. Why did love feel this painful?

Mega had come home from a long day at school. He entered his home, expecting a greeting from his mother. Nothing was said. He quickly checked the kitchen and her room, no one was in there. Mega smiled to himself. He had the home to himself till she came back! It was still noon, so he had just hoped that his mother would only come back in the evening.

Mega enjoyed the hours he was alone, not having his mother there to tell him off. He had played a few games on his phone and watched many, many videos on YouTube. In the middle of watching another video, he looked up to check his clock. It was already late at night and she hasn't come home yet.

He was confused, getting up from his bed. His mind was interrupted by a wave of pain in his stomach. I haven't had dinner. He thought, making his way to the kitchen. Mega looked in the fridge, no leftovers from the night before. That's fine, leftovers aren't the best of foods to eat. He opened up the shelves, only finding a few cans of soup and some instant cup noodles. Guess the noodles would have to do.

It was the next day, had to be a school day of course. Mega did his usual morning routine, the only thing different was that. . . His mom still wasn't home?

He sighed, going around the house to find some cash to bring along with him. He opened drawers and looked under beds. There wasn't a single penny in the whole place. He looked over at his piggy bank, a sort of last resort. He went to pick it up and shook it, sighing with relief when he heard the sound of coined crashing against the metal casing. This money he saved was meant to be a little bank account for the things that he might have wanted. Removing the little cork at the bottom, he shook the money out, it was just enough for the bus rides to school and back for about two to three days.

He grabbed the money, shoving it in his pocket. Time to get to school.

~Smol timeskip cuz again idk how America schooling systems work~

On the bus ride home, he had attempted to contact his mother, ending with it hanging up immediately. Staying on his own was an intimidating thought, and he wanted to know when she would be coming home.

He entered his home. Mother isn't home again. This time, he wasn't happy. He has never been isolated by himself like this before. That's fine. . . I'm fine. . . He assured himself. His mother was gonna come home at some point. Right?

It had been a few days since Mega had seen his mother, or had an actual interaction with someone. How many days? He had lost track. He wasn't able to go to school anymore because he didn't have money to take the bus. Mega could feel himself losing a bit of his sanity, but it was kept intact with the texting of his online friend. The house was in a bit of a mess, and at this point he didn't bother to take care of it. He couldn't tell if he missed his mother or not, the only feeling inside him being. . . Almost nothing. He kept on reassuring himself, making sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

That's fine. . . Uh oh- A noise was heard from outside the house. He couldn't tell if it was a wild animal, a burglar or his mother. Not taking any chances, he went to hide away. Mega bit his lip, afraid to make any noise whatsoever. Hearing footsteps entering the apartment made his heart beat rapidly. He peaked out of his hiding place to have a look at what was happening. He saw two adults, one woman and one man, possibly a couple, looking at the small mess of a home.

Mega must have peaked out for too long, the woman feeling something watching. She turned to where he was looking out from and saw Mega. Scared, he quickly hid away. He heard soft whispers as the sound of the trespassers footsteps was getting closer. Tears had started to drip down as the footsteps got louder and louder. Mega bit on his lip harder, trying his best to not let the crying overpower him. He knew they've found him, he knew he couldn't do anything. So he just sat there in fear.

They'll hurt you. He thought. That's all people do to you.

Mega looked up, taking in the new faces in front of him. His fear immediately caught up to him as tears burst out. He quickly tried to hide his face, trying not to show weakness. (I mean like he's 7 cut him some slack-)

He heard some sort of packaging open as a small scent of cookies filled the area. He peaked up and saw that the woman was offering him the delicacies. He accepted them with gratitude as he started munching on them. They reminded him of how his father made them when they were still together. . .

The man came to sit down next to the young, scrappy and hungry child, ruffling his hair a little bit as the woman knelt down in front of him with a smile. Mega cherished the company he had around him, softly chewing on the chocolate chip cookies given.

This was the most loved he has felt in so long. . .

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Word Count: 1621 words

HAHA I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!! Bro I ran out of words to write at the part where the couple came into the house, so the ending might have sucked a bit, but I still quite like that ending.

Also watched Hamilfilm recently, currently obsessing over the songs, hence that Hamilton reference I put in there.

Also yes I made a 7 year old smart as heck because why not? Dream was able to connect his computer to his neighbor's electricity when he was 15 so it's possible to be overly smart at a young age.

Side note that these are the very same people that decided to take care of him and help him grow up.

Side note #2 if you haven't guessed it yet the issue I was wanting to raise awareness about is child abandonment. I don't know how well I did with writing this because I consider myself to be a privelaged child.

#minecraft #mcyt #mcyters #headcanon #megapvp #fanfic #fanfiction #tw: childhood trauma #tw: child abandonment #tw: mental health #since i cant draft it im posting it now

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 5 years ago

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Hey lovelies,

I wrote another Dewey Finn x reader fanfic.

The reader is really insecure and of course our Dewey is the sweet jellybean to help her out and calm her down. Fluff is on the way. Hope you guys enjoy.

Pretty odd.

You tiptoed to your secret new hobby.

Well... you hoped none of your neigbours noticed it yet. You would be so embarrassed you might have to move if anyone found out.

You recently started to learn how to play ukelele. The instrument was small, fun, bouncy, upbeat, and a bit odd. Like yourself.

If only you had some more courage... you felt insecure about a lot of things. Daily. Your new hobby wasnt an exception.... Especially since Dewey-'rock-god'-Finn lived at the appartement above your own.

You sighed thinking about Dewey... he was just... perfect.

Too perfect for someone like you. Secretly you'd been crushing on him the moment he moved in.

He played the guitar like it was as easy as breathing. With 101% chill. It was listening to Dewey that had put the idea in your head in the first place, the sound of his voice humming and the different tunes calmed your anxious mind. Not that he knew all that. Pfeww. Hell no. You would be suprised if he'd even remember your name.

You checked the time as you took your chord-book and your ukulele to the balcony.

It was friday. Meaning there was a 80% chance most of your neigbours were at the bar, welcoming the weekend. Which ment: less-anxcious playing time for you, since you could practice in piece.

You walked over to your balcony. The cool summer breeze welcoming you as you opened the door. You peeked upstairs to Deweys appartment, luckely there was no light to be seen. You havent heard him around today. He was probably at school or preparing some gig, you figured. Smiling to yourself as you imagined Dewey Finn rocking out on some stage in a bar. He got so excited as he played, joy practically radiating off him.

A little while back he asked if you wanted to check out his band, as they had to play at the local bar two blocks away. You gathered all your courage and said yes to that. You werent the bar-type. Or going-out type. But you were glad you did that night. The memory of Dewey on stage made your heart tingle again and you couldnt supress a smile forming on your lips.

The breeze on the balcony snapped you back to reality. As you were lost in thoughts you forgot your mission to come here in the first place. You took a seat, placed your ukelele gingerly on your lap and glanced around one last time to make sure u were alone. Then you started your first chord.

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Dewey jolted upright from the slumber he was in. He'd had a long week at school, teaching the kids and was planning to go the bar tonight. He glanced at the time... could still work. It wasnt that late. He stood up from the couch and glanced around the room, looking for his jacket. Then he remembered he left it outside, after brainstorming for some new songs on the balcony last night. He ruffled his hair, trying to get the sleep out of his head as he walked to the door of his balcony.

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You started to get the hang of it. Your fingers moving slightly faster and more secure then a few minutes before. Still sounded like a beginner. But... less a beginner then 20 minutes ago.

As your fingers struggled to do what your head wanted, you paused and checked your chord-book again. You smiled, your eyes finding the needed chord. Your fingers moved again to make the chord you needed, but you winced slightly at the sound you produced. That wasn't right.

You tried again. Fingers failing you again and you sighed deeply in annoyance.

You were just about to give up for the night when you heard a deep voice above you hum: "try a G, love.... it suppost to be a G, not an Am."

FUCK. Someone heared you.

You winced, but noticed it sounded very sweet and helpfull instead of judging.

You almost dropped your ukelele as you registered who that voice belonged to. You knew even whitout looking up.

You heard a soft chuckle from upstairs, and your face flushed deep red in embarrasment. You clung on your instrument as if your life depended on it. Reminding yourself you had to breath.

Concern now seeped trough his voice as you heard him say: "Uhm... You okay down there sweetheart? I was only trying to help..."

You gathered all your courage to look up, to see the face of the man, the myth and the legend, that held the name: Dewey Finn.

The look on his face was nothing but excitement mixed with a little bit of worry. This helped you calm down your nerves a bit, and you nervously smiled at him. He beamed a genuine happy smile back.

You stuttered: "gosh... this is embarrassing... i... i am... just... i was just..."

He moved a hand trough his hair, his smile was amused but kind. God he was handsome. He helped you out by speaking: "you were... just... killing it on the ukelele?"

You stared at him in shock. Mouth slightly open. "I... i... just... i fucked up the chords... i was definetly... not killing it." you mumbled, still very self concious. Looking at the floor, stress creeping up your chest.

Dewey frowned as he noticed your anxiety... "you weren't fucking up... you are learning. That's okay. Y/n, look at me... im trying to help, okay love?"

Shocked that he knew your name you looked upwards.

"Sorry for disturbing you..." you mumbled. "You probably have better things to do..."

Dewey shouted a "wait a second y/n...!" As you heard him moving around on the balcony moving some things around. Sounded like he was looking for something.

His head popped up over the balcony again, triumphantly holding his hand up with a goofy smile on his face. Before you knew what was happening you heard him yell: "CATCH!" As you saw something falling down the balcony towards you, you grasped it quickly, right on time. When you opened your right hand you noticed it was a guitar pick. You squinted your eyes at the words written on the pick itself. Scribbled on it, in a messy handwriting it said: "stick it to the man"

You looked upwards towards Dewey again. You remembered this song. You heared him play it a couple of times right above your head, practicing it in his appartement.

He smiled at you, his hand anxiously rubbing his scruff. You beamed back at him, anxiety and worry starting to fade.

You heared him say: "Y/n... Stick it to the man... you are rocking the ukelele, okay?"

You nodded, picking up your ukelele again. "Now..." he hummed above you "try a G for me, love..."

You moved your fingers slightly against the instrument. Strumming a perfect G-chord. You chuckled softly to yourself as you heard him yell: "Whoow!!! Yeah! Rock-star to be! Crowd goes wiiiiiiiild!!! Yeahhhhh!"

Suddenly an idea bubbled up inside you: "Hey Dewey..." you called up towards your neigbour.

He replied: "Yeah this is Dewey Finn... please leave a message after te beep...."

You laughed at that. Oddball.

You ripped a sheet out of your chord-book as you scribbled something on it. Folding it in a paper plane, right before you threw it to him, you yelled: "hey... CATCH!"

After 2 missed attempts of him catching it, and you laughing your ass off during the process, he managed to get hold of the plane you threw him.

You watched his eyes go wild as he was reading what it said.

-you wanna teach me how to play the ukelele?-

"Whoow!! Hell to the yeah! Anytime babe. You free tomorrownight?"

"Depends..." you smiled to him. "Is it gonna be a private-lesson Mr. Finn?"

He beamed at you, voice low: "well... only my best students get a one-on-one session... so... if you want to play that perfect G for me again... maybe we could arrange something."

As you chuckled your trembling hands proceeded to play indeed a wobbly G-chord. "Perfect babe... told ya. Rocking the uke already... what else could a man want? Pick you up at 8, okay?"

The smile on your face never leaving your lips as you spoke to Dewey, looking upward and winking as you did so: "I cant wait... You know were i live, mr. Finn..."

"Awesome doll. Keep rocking okay? Your doing great..." Dewey said.

Later that evening you heard the door above you close, footsteps thumping on the floor above you. As you noticed someone loudly whooping, sound muffled through the closed door and the appartement floor above you.

You smiled again. God what a dork. You couldnt wait untill your date tomorrow. Feeling incredibly happy with what your new hobby had brought you so far.

#bouncy oddball #alex brightman #dewey finn/reader #dewey finn fanfic #dewey x reader #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn #school of rock broadway #school of rock fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock musical #myownfic

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rebelcap · 4 years ago

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We are not just friends —Part 6

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

6. Stay.

Chris's brain was barely functioning as they kissed, slowly. Her lips were soft and gentle against his, she was sucking and licking his lips as Chris caress her neck and slide his hand slowly to her lower back. Sofia grabbed his wrist and pulled his down under, to get a hold of her ass and Chris smiled.

“Damn, Sof—” He whispered as he kissed her neck and pull her close, sliding his leg between hers. She gasped when she felt that sweet friction on her pussy, that only encourage Chris more as he moved his hand under her shirt and lifted it, planting kisses on her belly as he goes up.

He's abruptly interrupted as Sofia pushed him off and she quickly straddles him as she planted a firm kiss on his lips. His hands go to her hips making her feel how hard he already was.

“Fuck,” She mumbles against his lips and Chris took that as a cue and moved her against him again, now she fully set down on his clothed dick rubbing her pussy alongside. Chris sat down pushing her further down as he kissed her again, Sofia began moving her hips as she used his shoulder as leverage to move.

The friction was enough to get her going and Chris was kissing her neck, rubbing his beard and holding her close.

“You're so fucking warm,” Sofía said as he pushed her hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense as she moans softly at Chris's ear. Chris was about to take off her shirt as an annoying ringtone started blasting from her forgotten hoddie.

“Shit,” Sofía exclaimed as she reached for the hoodie.

“Do you have to get that?” Chris asked as she tried to fish out her phone, never stooping to plant kisses on her neck.

“It's Ron,” She said triumph as she slides her finger and put the thing on her ear. “Hey boss, ” She answered as she played with Chris's hair, dischaved it more.

Chris felt like he was on a cloud, feeling beyond intoxicated as she touched him so lightly. He kept trying to take her shirt off and she swats him shaking her head.

“But-” Chris tried to argue and she mm-uhm at the phone and leans on to kiss him fully on the lips.

“Yeah, sure. I'll be there. I might take a little bit because I'm not on the hotel-yeah, sure. Alright, I'll take a few samples and meet you there.” She said smiling through her voice as she hung up. Sofia let out a sigh and look down at Chris that had to lay down to the grass. “I have to go.”

“You're kidd-wait!” Sofía was quickly on her feet as he almost couldn't move, his dick was painfully hard. “Sof!” He sat down and saw her sliding inside of her jacket and put her backpack on. She walked back inside and kissed him but on the cheek, which took Chris by surprise.

“See you,” She smiled casually, ruffled his hair, and before Chris could even answer she was out.

“Stay,” Chris Whispered as he laid back to the grass and palmed his dick. “Fuck.”

"What the fuck?!” Sofía muttered angrily at herself as she wiped her cellphone and quickly texted her Jiminy Cricket.

I heavily make out with Chris, thoughts?.

Before she could even pocket her phone it rings to like.

“He—

“Fucking finally!.”

“No, Mandy. I never meant it to do that, he was talking about her ex and fucked up shit people do to him and he said he trusted me and I kissed him!” Sofía stressed herself as she tells what happened. “I almost fuck him if it wasn't that Ron called!”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Mandy asked as she shushed someone, it was probably Luke.

“I don't know!” She shouted as she crossed the street and wave down a taxi. “What I'm supposed to do now?,” Sofía asked as she gets in and quickly told the driver the address of the hotel.

“What if I ruined a perfect friendship?, because you know I adore that idiot.”

“Sofía, you need to talk about it then.”

“No fucking way.”

“Are you going to avoid Chris?”

“Fuck yes, until I can look him on the face again. Oh my God!, why I'm such a hoe?, Why I'm like this?” Sofía covers her face as the driver cleared his throat.

“Sof, don't avoid him. Chris is your friend, not some guy…” Amanda told her making her curse under her breath.

“Yes, I know that—I'll a with it later.”

Later, much much later. The meeting went more than amazing, Ron had managed to seal a deal with a bar that was a household of LA, this was a big step in the right direction.

“You did well today, kid. I'm proud of you.” Ron grabbed her shoulder and give it a warm squeeze making Sofía smile.

“Thanks, Ron, it means a lot.”

Ron smiled back at her and keep on chatting with the bar people, the place was packed but she had managed to be on a place that was kind of quiet and her beer kept getting warmer by the second.

“You need a refill?” The barmaid asked her and she nods a few times giving her back the glass. “You okay?” She asked putting back the full pint in front of her.

“I guess,” Sofia sigh and put both elbows on the counter bar. “I kissed one of my closest friends and he kissed me back and now I'm confused as fuck.”

She laughs but understood. “You like him?”

“Yes, besides that he's freaking captain America—” She laughed. “He's great, awesome and we had so much fun together. I've known him for a year now our best friends date each other.”

“So, there's been pressure?”

“You've got no idea, we mostly laugh and joke about it—he was with someone until a couple of months but he slept with her recently and he's avoiding her and I'd kiss him and he kissed me back and if it wasn't that I'd have to come here we were going to sleep together.”

“Alright, you two obviously like each other of any of that wouldn't have happened.”

“Guess so.”

“That doesn't leave much room for thinking, girl.” She wiped the counter and Sofía just hummed.

Her phone started ringing and it was Mandy calling her.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Hello, gorg, where you at?”

“I'm still on the bar—”

“I know but where?”

“On the last stall of the bar—why you want to know?” Sofía asked sipping her beer and heard mumble over the phone.

“Just asking for a friend—”

“Mandy no.”

“Mandy yes, you'll thank me later I know, I love yoooooou.” She sings over the phone and Sofía hung up and grunted and started to drink her beer.

“Shit.” Sofía gulped and drank the rest of her beer on one go and asked the barmaid for something stronger—she was going to need it.

“Yeah, I see her. thanks, bro, yeah yeah.” Chris spoke making his way through the crowd of the bar, it wasn't many people. He could easily see her on the back of the bar, chugging down the rest of the beer.

“Sofi,” He spoke sitting on the stall beside her. Sofía gives him a quick look and bites her bottom lip. “You run on me,” Chris said with a smile, seeing her acting this shy was… endearing.

“Yes, I know.” She hummed and nod a few times, still looking forward and made a face. “Sorry, I didn't mean that to happen—I mean, you know. Dude—I don't want you to think that—Chris, fuck. I'm sorry, I don't want to fuck up what we have.” Sofía stumbles over her words, not really knowing what to say because she didn't even know what to think about it. One thing she was sure was that she absolutely didn't want to lose Chris over anything.

“You don't fuck up nothing, sweetheart.” Chris quickly assure her. “Trust me, it's everything alright but we do have to talk about it—

“Chris—

“No, we'll talk about it.” He interrupted, sternly. Sofia sigh and nod a few times as she kept an eye on her boss.

“We can't, my boss is there and there are people and I'm trying to prolong this not talking. So, maybe back at the hotel?”

Chris laughed and Sofia covered her face with her hands, half embarrassed and half smiling. Couldn't help to feel relief that Chris wasn't giving her shit about it, it makes sense what she was saying.

“Alright,” He bows his head to then look back at her, smiling like a freaking ray of sun. “Don't panic, Sof—

“I'm not, It's just—I like you, I really like you, dude. I don't want to fuck this shit up.”

“Baby—it's not,” Chris quickly interrupted shaking his head. “I like you, in all honestly I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you at the bar.”

“Chris… really?”

“Yeah, you kidding me?” He laughed hiding his face under his hat, he was blushing. Sofía laughed and pull his cap down.

“Idiot.” She mutters biting her lip and looked around, at least no one seems to notice him. “I should go to see if Ron needs any help, you wanna stay or…

“I honestly prefer to be alone with you, I can't kiss you here.” He shrugged and Sofía rolled her eyes.

“Christopher.” He laughed again.

“Alright, alright—” He raised his hands and rub his beard. “I'll go to the hotel, okay?”

Sofía nods a few times and he laughs, making her laugh.

“What are we doing!?” She exclaimed putting both hands on her face, embarrassed. Chris couldn't help but hug her, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“We'll figure it out.”

Well shit, finally.

Thanks everyone, your support means so much!

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hyungsnkisses · 5 years ago

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Steamy

( ~ o l d r e q u e s t ~ )

♡ contains fluff and suggested smut, viewer discretion is advised ♡ word count: 2k ♡ When it comes to Chan, words aren’t always necessary.

With the responsibility and stress as leader of a rising kpop band, it was pure bliss to arrive at your doorstep with the anticipation of silence. So he counts the sleeps in his head until he gets to see you, drawing big red crosses in the squares of his calendar and watching the days drift by until he is snuggled in your warm embrace for the weekend.

He always makes sure to schedule time for you, as you are the most important thing in his life. You keep him grounded, let him vent to you for god knows how long about things that really don’t matter, and you always dried his tears for him no matter what hour of the day. He knew you would be grumpy if he woke you, but if he was upset he would only seek comfort from you. It worked both ways more or less; of course Chan was all over the place with his busy schedule, but he would try his absolute hardest to return missed calls or quickly answer worrying text messaged from you.

He didn’t like bringing you to the dorm. Not because he was ashamed of you, in fact he tried desperately hard to show you off to everyone. It was because there was no way you could have peace and quiet, to bask in each other’s presence. You would always get interrupted by one of the members making inappropriate comments or asking for help that they could easily ask someone else for. The first and last time you visited the dorms, Hyunjin suctioned to you like a leech and refused to let Chan anywhere near you. He dragged you into the lounge to play video games despite your protests. You loved the members unconditionally, but that day left the both of you feeling miserable. Especially when Chan had to say goodbye to you despite not seeing you for those precious few hours.

Chan described your apartment as a ‘safe haven’ - it was quiet, comfortable, and it had you in it. Safe. He knew what he was expecting when he arrived at your door and shuffled his shoes off. You would greet him with a big grin and a warm embrace, make endless cups of tea and read quietly as he worked, a gentle palm lolling on his own from opposite ends of the sofa. Today would be no different. In fact, he knew you so well that he would precisely recite the steps you would take to welcoming him into your home.

He stood in front of your door with a large bouquet of flowers, dressed in jeans and a soft cream shirt. He liked to look pretty for you; he wanted you to feel proud to be on his arm, even if your plan for the weekend was to stay in bed and talk about everything. He rapped on the door, ruffling his hair and adjusting the straps of his overnight bag on his back. After 12 seconds and sounds of shuffling, you opened the door wide with a shining smile. Your face dimpled as you drunk in his face. He’d recently dyed his hair for the new comeback, and it was your first time seeing him. You weren’t fussed about the colour, as long as it remained dishevelled with curls sticking every which way. And sure enough, it was as fluffy as a poodle.

His eyes disappeared as he smiled widely at you. You stepped aside to let him in, and he shuffled his shoes off and replaced them with his slippers - his own personal Y/N’s place slippers - thrusting the bouquet of flowers at you. He scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness as you inhaled the sweet scent of the light red alstroemeria’s. Grinning at him once again, you took the flowers into the kitchen and placed them in a vase, filling it with a small amount of water. Chan dropped his back in your bedroom before returning into the kitchen where you were brewing a pot of chamomile and honey tea. Chan had expressed that he had a scratchy throat from performance after performance, so you knew this would be just the trick to make him feel better. As you were carefully pouring the hot water into the teapot, Chan wrapped his arms around your middle and snuggled into your neck. You giggled at his hair tickling your chin, placing a hand atop his interlinked ones over your stomach, nudging his head with your own lightly.

Chan carried the tray into the lounge, placing it carefully on the coffee table before making himself comfortable on the sofa. Of course, he left a you-shaped hole next to him and you immediately snuggled into his outstretched arms, head resting on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his middle. This was the longest you had gone without seeing each other, purely because of the promotions for the comeback. It was a form of torture, watching him on the television but not being able to see him and congratulate him in person. Chan had invited you to sit backstage for a few of his comeback stages, but you were terrified that you would distract him and he wouldn’t perform to the best of his abilities. He is an incredibly talented man, but his brain seems to turn to much when you are involved. You knew that, the members knew that, but he didn’t.

You reached forward and took a cup of the tea, passing Chan his own and watching as he took a sip. He smacked his lips a little to get a feel for the taste, before giving you a thumbs up. You blushed a little, sipping at the hot liquid. He downed the liquid quickly, humming in delight as his sore throat practically melted away. He knew it was the tea, but he teased you by saying it was your magic that healed him. You playfully hit him in the chest, sipping carefully at yours until it was all gone.

It was pretty late by the time Chan arrived, and you found yourself dosing in his arms. It was his idea to get ready for bed, so you took the cups in the kitchen and followed Chan into the bedroom. He let you wash up first, changing into a pyjama set he had bought you for your birthday. It was a warm yellow set with small teddy bears dotted around; he said the teddy bear’s smile reminded him of you. Chan appeared from the bathroom after a few minutes, wearing the matching set of pyjama’s you had bought him for his birthday - a baby blue set with the same teddy bears as yours. He flashed a cheesy grin at the coincidence, licking the toothpaste from his top lip and taking a running jump into your bed. You laughed at his childish behaviour, clutching you stomach when he started wiggling to “warm up the bed”.

You applied some lip balm before scooting next to Chan, the only part of his visible being his face as the rest was wrapped in a tight blanket burrito. You laid your head on the pillow beside him, watching him carefully with a soft smile. He was gazing into your eyes, drinking in all the soft features on your face - the gentle curve of your Cupid’s bow, the small scar on your right eyebrow from a childhood accident, the freckles scattered about your nose. You really were an angel to him, so perfect yet you had no idea. You reached a hand out and ran your fingers through his messy locks, smoothing the mess just to watch it spring right back into place. Chan rearranged the duvet so his arms were mobile and he pulled you close to him until your noses were squished tightly together. Looking at each other made you cross eyes, so you settled with closing your eyes and enjoying the embrace. Chan cupped your cheek and glided his thumb along your skin, directly across the small acne scars from your teenage years. Somehow you didn’t care when it came to Chan, because no matter what you looked like he thought you were beautiful. And he regularly voice it. He called you beautiful just before pecking your lips softly, angling his head so your noses wouldn’t crash together.

Your friend once asked you to describe what it was like kissing someone you were in love with. And you sat there, staring at her in absolute awe, because there was no way to describe it. Knowing that you are head over heels with someone who is head over heels with you cannot be described. It’s like the tectonic plates have finally aligned, like all the pain and misery of life has been wiped away with a cleaning cloth, like the world has stopped spinning just for a second. In that moment when you’re kissing Chan, your thoughts are completely consumed by him, his smell, his taste, how he feels in your arms. Your brain is chanting his name like a mantra as his tongue licks along your bottom lip. The world could end right at this moment and you wouldn’t care.

Chan’s hands travelled down to your waist and he gentle manoeuvred you so his back was flush with the bed and you were flush with him. His hands remained on your hips, gently lifting your pyjama top to see your warm skin in his hands. He yearned for intimate moments like this, just being as close to you as he possibly could. And he knew that you would tell him if you were uncomfortable, but he never crossed the lines. He loved you too much to jeopardise your relationship in any way.

Your kisses turned needy as you cupped his cheeks, licking and biting at his mouth until his breathing became faster. You still weren’t sure whether you were ready to lose your virginity, but you loved the effect you had on Chan. It made you feel so sexy. Chan’s lips left yours and kissed along your jaw line, leaving a wet trail to your neck. He suckled at your flesh, only ever leaving a red mark that would fade in a matter of hours. He was all about public displays of affection, but he never wanted to defile you in any way. He moved his lips tentatively over your collar bones and decolletage, licking along the ridges and soft skin exposed by the undone buttons of your shirt. Moving his hands lower on your hips, he gripped your behind and pushed you into his own hips, sighing loudly.

You suddenly felt overwhelmingly self-conscious, knowing that Chan was getting turned on by you. You felt powerful, but you weren’t ready to handle that responsibility just yet. Taking his head in your hands, you pressed final pecks to his lips. Chan knew from the short kissed that you didn’t want to continue, and that was okay. He respected you enough to wait until you were ready. Everything was to be done on your terms, because physical acts in a relationship were a big deal to you, and you wanted to be completely and totally sure before committing to anything. Chan didn’t mind one bit, because physical relationship or not, it didn’t change the way he felt about you.

Gently rolling onto your side of the bed, you cupped his cheek a final time, telling him you love him and revelling in his response of “I love you more”. You faced away from him and felt his arms wrapping around your waist, tugging your back into his chest. He snuggles into the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses before sighing in contempt.

Safe haven. Chan’s safe haven.

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deceitfullyanxioussss · 4 years ago

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Intruloceit: It/Its pronouns Sequel

Part 1

There will be a third part eventually, but can be read stand-alone.

Series Summary: Logan is non-binary and uses it/its pronouns. When Patton notices Thomas's recent interest in it/its pronouns, it decides to come out. Patton doesn't take it too kindly, and Logan sinks out. Janus comes to visit Logan in its room, some confessions are made and Janus asks Logan to enter a polyamorous relationship with Remus and him, to which Logan says yes.

Chapter Summary: After Janus asks Logan to enter a polyamorous relationship, and it agrees, the two of them leave to go inform Remus about his new date mate.

CW: Cursing, Remus being Remus, sexual innuendos, Implied U!Patton (Let me know if more needs to be added)

Also let me know if I made a mistake with any pronouns!

After what felt like forever, the two sides finally parted. Their hearts seemed to be fluttering in sync as they lovingly gazed into the other's blushing face. They still held each other tightly in their arms as they lightly panted, breaths tickling the other’s cheeks.

After a rather long, but not uncomfortable silence, Logan cleared its throat. “So, uhm. That happened.” Its voice croaked anxiously as it's gaze traveled to the carpet below. Oh geez, it really didn’t know anything about kissing... or relationships in general.

It caught Deceit nodding from its peripheral. “It certainly did,” he replied, his own voice laced with a level of nervousness that made Logan feel a little better about the situation.

Logan rested its head upon Deceit’s shoulder as they stood and swayed in the comfortable embrace of one other for who knows how long.

Logan’s mind wondered as the gentle side-to-side motion relaxed it, any and all worries leaving its body. It thought back to the events of earlier.

Chuckling rang through its ears. Patton’s cruel, twisted smile bore into its soul. “That’s ridiculous. No, you don’t Logan.”

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Maybe I’m not actually an it. Thomas is cisgender, so I should be too, right? I’m not an it.

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"Logan, dear, pay no mind to Patton. It/its are a perfect set of pronouns."

Deceit’s hushed reassurance came through, sinking into its chest like the sweetest jam to ever exist. It felt good to be accepted. It felt good to be itself, and to be allowed to be itself.

Deceit’s deep, smooth voice brought him back to the present, “You’re not terribly busy right now, are you? I’m sure Remus is wondering where I am by now. I'm almost sure he'd be stoked to see you too.”

Logan hummed, glancing over to the large calendar that hung nearby and considered it. Nothing terribly important. Not that it would have a lot of trouble catching up, anyway. It looked back to a calm, patient Deceit.

Logan doesn’t ever remember seeing Deceit so relaxed and unwound. Logan was sure that this was its favourite of Deceit’s expressions.

It brought its attention back to answering Deceit’s question, nodding with a quiet “I’d love that too.”

With that, Deceit easily whisked them away with a majestic flourish of yellow wisps.

Logan found itself in a room shrouded in a dull yellow hue. The wallpaper was a gorgeous pattern of black and yellow diamonds. The floorings were brown carpet, almost resembling dirt. Vegetation seemed to be everywhere, vines creeping up the walls and hanging from the ceiling, miniature trees and bushes lining the corners, and little caves littered the corners of the room. Logan carefully crept forward to one of the dens and peered inside, where it saw a small, likely young snake, asleep.The next thing it noticed was the rather warm air and took notice of the several heaters on the ceiling. “Wow.” Logan breathed as it marveled at it all. “Quite the impressive setup, Deceit.”Logan couldn’t help its curious nature and began to climb up the staircase, only then noticing the My Chemical Romance poster on the wall, sticking out like a sore thumb against the natural feel of the rest of the room. It couldn’t help but smirk at the small detail.

It continued its trek up the steps, letting the comforting warmth seep into its body. It was vaguely aware of Deceit’s soft footsteps following it up the stairs, but it didn’t really mind. It was much more transfixed by the whole layout of the bedroom that greeted him at the top. It was much the same as the living room below, but it noticed there was an icky green weighted blanket atop the master bed.It walked over and gave it an experimental lift, turning to Deceit when the weight tugging down on its arm confirmed its initial thoughts. “You have a weighted blanket?”

Deceit seemed to immediately stand up taller, almost as if he were about to defend himself, but slowly relaxed. Suddenly looking a lot more sheepish, Deceit nodded in confirmation. “They’re comforting. Remus made it for me as a gift. That’s why it’s green.”

Logan smiled warmly, smoothing the blanket back out. “That’s very sweet of him, isn’t it?” It said, a fondness in its voice.Deceit hummed in agreement from behind. "He's a chaotic, horny bastard, but he can be really sweet when he wants to be."

Logan grinned at the other's comment, letting out a quiet chuckle as it walked back to its boyfriend. “I believe it’ll be alright for us to go find Remus now. I apologize for the wait, I became rather enraptured by the layout of your room.”

The scaled side smiled and transported them once more into the Dark Mindpalace, and it barely got a chance to take anything in before a flash of green and black whipped by it. Said green and black blob had victoriously tackled Deceit into a bone-crushing hug on the floor, peppering his scales with much-needed affection. Logan couldn’t help but smirk at the whole situation, and it just had to laugh when Deceit’s eyes looked up at it with a desperate plea for help.

Its laugh seemed to be enough though, as Remus’s head snapped up at the sound of someone else in the room. “Logan!” he exclaimed, clambering up onto his feet, pulling Deceit up with him.

“Hello,” Logan responded, giving a little wave.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the visit, Pier-Logi, but what’s got you here? I thought the other’s would never allow another light to risk ‘being infected by those wretched sinners’.”

“They actually don’t know I’m here.” Logan shrugged. “You are right, though. They probably would say something like that.”

Deceit spoke up. “We’re here with some exciting news.”

Remus’s neck snapped with a 180 to look at his snake-like boyfriend, rocking back and forth on his heels, clapping his hands with a speed it has never seen. “Oooooooh!! What’s the news?”

Deceit made a small gesture towards Logan. “Logan is the news. It has decided it wants to be a part of our relationship.”

All movement and sound from the Duke came to a sudden halt as his neck slowly unwound to stare at the logical side with the most shocked expression one has ever dawned. His expression remained for a few solid seconds before snapping back to Deceit. “Romantically?”

Deceit nodded. “Romantically.”

Looking back at Logan, the widest smile stretched across Remus’s face as he started squealing in pure excitement. It got no warning before it got enveloped in a tight, constricting hug from the stinky trash man himself.

"Logan wants to date us, Jay-Jay! Can you believe it!?" His shrill voice rings in Logan's ears as it feels itself being spun around by Remus.

Before long, Logan is set back down. The relief that swept through its body the second its feet touched solid ground again was immense. Logan clutched onto Remus's puffy shoulders for stability as it waited for its world to stop spinning.

"Oh, Lo-lo! This'll be so wonderful, don't you think? Just think!! The three of us! Going on nice, relaxing dates in the park as we watch the children run around on a nearby playground! Long, sleepy horror movie nights as we fall asleep on each other!! Oh! Oh! I know how much sea creatures fascinate you! We could go to an aquarium together!! Even better! I could make one in my imagination filled with creatures from depths you've never seen before! Gasp! We can go even further and dissect them! Oh, hey, we can check out some dorks maybe! That'll be a throwback, wouldn't it, Logi? And then after our dork-inspection date, you can inspect some other dork, if you're catching my drift, nerd-"

"Remus, dear, I think that's enough for now. We wouldn't want to overwhelm our dear Logan so soon, now would we?" Deceit cut in, ruffling the green gremlin's hair affectionately, but gestured to a very confused, flustered, and disorientated Logan.

Remus took notice and bashfully muttered a "whoops" under his breath. Deceit pressed a gentle kiss to Remus's temple and took Logan's hands in his own."Sorry about that, dearest. Are you alright?" Deceit asked with concern.

Logan cleared it's throat as it collected its thoughts. "Yes. Yes, I believe so." It said. "Perhaps I should have anticipated that reaction better. He is Remus."

Both Deceit and Remus chuckled at that.

A silence swept through the three sides, save for the soft tinkling sound of Remus fidgeting with a small bell around his wrist.

To the surprise of no-one, Remus was the first to speak up. He turned his head back to Logan with a bright smile. "So, Logi. You're, like, our boyfriend now or…?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Logan couldn't help the grimace that found a home on its face. Boyfriend. That word felt so wrong in its head, and its chest clenched at the very idea of having to be called such a thing.

It knew that it wasn't Remus's intention to upset it like that, and it couldn't be mad at the other for it. Logan opened its mouth to politely correct Remus, but it felt its throat tighten up the very second it tried to vocalize the first word. All words seemed to be lost to it, and it didn't know why.

Deceit seemed to have caught on to Logan's predicament and moved to answer for it. "It seems as though Logan is uncomfortable with such a term. Perhaps our darling would like to be referred to as something else. Why don't you go ahead and ask, love?"

He reached over and placed a hand on Logan's shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Logi." He begins, genuinely. "Is Dee-Dee right?” Remus asked curiously. Logan shot Deceit a quick, grateful look before turning back to Remus and nodding.

“Yes. I believe terms like partner or date-mate would be satisfactory, if you don’t mind.”

"I don’t mind in the slightest, pardner ." Remus spoke with a southern drawl, tipping the cowboy hat that materialized on his head.Logan couldn’t help but let out an amused scoff, Deceit following with a dramatic eye roll, but yet both parties smiled warmly at their boyfriend.

“So wait, do I need to know anything about pronouns now?” Remus asked, turning to Deceit, who nodded.“Logan here has told me that it uses it/its pronouns.”

Remus perked up and looked to Logan with a surprised expression. “Woah, really? That’s so cool!” Remus exclaimed, clapping his hands together and bouncing on the heels of his feet.

Logan dawned a surprised expression himself, blushing slightly at the compliment. “Really? You think it’s cool?”

“Well, yeah! It’s very unique and different! He/him is boring ! Like, just: ‘Hi I’m Logan and I use he/him pronouns’ is so lame!” Remus groaned, performing an exasperation slouch, pouting his lips before bringing himself back up and placing a hand on his chest in a pridely manner. “Just imagine like: ‘Hi I’m Logan and I use it/its pronouns, peasant ! I trans cend gender! I am a fucking God, and you better fucking treat me as such, you foolish mortal!” Beside Logan, Deceit was hiding a large smile behind a gloved hand. Turning back to see Remus arch backwards and rest the back of his hand on his forehead, it allowed itself to smile as well.

“He/him!” Remus exclaimed once more. “The audacity to be so dull ! I shall have you to the guillotine this instant! Go! Get outta here with your,” Remus leaned forward and gagged, “ normal , lame shit!'”

From the sounds of it, Deceit had stopped trying to hide his amusement and was now cackling with full-force, which was quickly followed by Remus joining in with his own laughter.

Looking between the two of them, seeing their red faces, Deceit’s fangs, and just the sound of their happiness sent Logan for a whirl and it started laughing along with its two boyfriends.

So, yes, just maybe it was beginning to think dating these two lovable idiots was just a little bit more than satisfactory. Just maybe.

#sympathetic janus #Janus Sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #Demus #romantic demus #loceit #intrulogical #intruloceit #sanders sides #unsympathetic patton

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f-agee · 4 years ago

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Au Jed(Danny)/Claudette~ Claudette has never been able to surprise her fiancee Jed. But when she receives shocking news she just might have finally done so.~Ps maybe he can still be Ghostface somehow.

Oh I’m definitely gonna make this about pregnancy. Sorry it’s taking so long for content. Long story short I’m sad lol

They’ve been together for 3 years, and all 3 years she never got any of her little schemes to work. Jed has been scaring her heart right out of her throat almost every other day, and she was never able to get him back. The man was unsurprisable it seemed. She didn’t know where he got his resilience from or the way he can expertly stalk after her in complete silence, but he needed to teach her how to do it too.

She’s tried everything from trying to sneak up on him, to popping out of corners with a scary mask on. She even tried one of those ‘fake your death and have your boyfriend find you’ pranks, and nothing ever worked. He always gave her a simpathetic side smile and a pat on the head everytime she tried, but he never gave the reaction she wanted. Claudette sighed and threw herself back onto the couch. She was ready to throw in the towel.

“Well I guess I should make dinner.” She said to herself as she stood. Jed usually gets home at around 6, but he’s been getting home a lot later now. He said he’s doing some more research for a new big scoop he was writing. Claudette trusted him and didn’t worry about it too much. He’d always be back before 9 and would spend the rest of the night with her.

To be honest she’s mainly making dinner for him. She hasn’t been able to stomach a meal for a good week now. Her period was also pretty late and she knows why. She got a pregnancy test yesterday and took it earlier today and found out she was pregnant. She couldn’t wait to tell Jed about their future child. Her one worry would be she didn’t know how he would take the news. It shouldn’t be too bad, but they’ve only been together for 3 years and were going to have their wedding in another year or so. She’d understand if he was a little stressed, but she knew all would go well in the end. She was going to tell him after dinner, maybe before they watch the movie Claudette wanted to see.

She’d cooked for a good 40 minutes before she heard Jed coming through the front door. Dinner was pretty much done so she started to set a plate out for him and wait for him to walk into the kitchen.

“Hey hon, how was your day today?” He walked behind her and kissed her cheek. She smiled softly, setting the plate back down, and turned to hug him. He looked a bit more disheveled than usual, and it looked like he had bandaged a recently cut wound on his hand. She wondered if he had gotten into another fight while trying to interview another unruly witness. It’s something that happens more often than she’d like. Jed is known for his smart mouth and somewhat snarky remarks, and others don’t think it’s as charming as she does.

“I’m good, but what happened to you? You look a bit... ruffled.” Jed took a moment to look down at himself and back up at her with a knowing grin.

“I met someone today who didn’t quite like the way I like to get my stories,” He gave a dark chuckle and looked to the food that she’d made. “But that’s besides the point. I’m starving!”

She frowned at his words, but chose to let it go this time. “Well it’s already finished if u wanna help yourself. I’m not really hungry so I won’t fix myself a plate.”

Now it was Jed’s turn to frown. He turned off the stove and when to grab another plate for her anyway. “Claudette you haven’t been eating much at all lately. I noticed that you’ve been getting tired more lately too. Are you sick?”

Claudette looked at him for a minute in deep thought. She guessed it wouldn’t hurt to mention the news now. She looked down, sighed, and wrung her hands together trying to find the words.

“I’m not sick, I-,” she paused and took another soft breath. “Jed... I’m pregnant. I found out earlier this morning.”

She’s never seen this look on his face before. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, mouth agape and eyes bulging. Not a sound game out of his mouth as he went ridgid. It took her a second to realize that this was him surprised and in shock. She wouldn’t have expected to finally be the one to not only see that look on his face, but also be the one that caused it. She would’ve rejoiced in her impossible achievement, if it weren’t for the fact that he was definitely not breathing.

“Jed are you alright?” She spoke frantically putting a hand on his shoulder. That seemed to be the final straw as the man’s eyes started to roll back and he began to tip back towards the floor.

“Jed! Oh my god!” She did her best to cushion his fall by trying to ease him onto the floor. Claudette not being the strongest person ever, and Jed being surprisingly heavy. She frantically ransacked her kitchen for a glass and water, and tried to see if she could revive the passed out man. She hoped this wasn’t how he reacted to everything that greatly surprises him, otherwise it’s probably for the best that he’s not so easily spooked. She took the time to laugh to herself at his predicament. Maybe she should’ve waited after dinner.

#claudette morel #dbd prompts #dbd #danny johnson #ghostface

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foolishlovebugbaby · 5 years ago

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stupid cupid | part 1

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

college!au / bang chan x fem!reader

Summary: bang chan is always complaining about being single since birth, so best friend reader decides to play cupid and sets him up. big mistake.

Genre: angst-y?? with some fluff later on idk you decide (a Lot of slow burn so idk how many parts this multi-shot will have lmao)

Warnings: none

college life, to summarise, was hectic.

multiple deadlines for multiple classes; pages upon pages of assignments and essays that needed to be done; hour long lectures almost every single day, and on top of all of that, a part-time job as a book clerk at the library that needed to be held down in order to help pay for your apartment rent.

needless to say, your days were filled with so much to do encapsulated in such little time.

thankfully, you were not alone.

you had your best friend Chan to hold you down through it all even though he had just as much struggles as you did

you had met him right before you started college on a website while looking for housemates in order to afford rent (you were drowning in student loans and so was he, so to you it was a match made in heaven)

to say your parents were reluctant to let you live with a male was an understatement- but after meeting him and realizing that he was a total sweetheart that couldn’t hurt a fly and that there was no other option, off you went.

you two were very similar in many ways; for one, you both shared a deep love for movies and films and star wars, which is why you both made a childish pinky promise to always have movie nights on wednesday evenings and the tradition hasn’t been broken since

another thing you also shared in common was the fact that you both were completely, utterly, stupidly and perfectly single.

he, since birth, and you since the 11th grade when your first love became your fist ( and, thus, worst) heartbreak

bonding over these things and the fact that you both were endlessly passionate about reaching your goals allowed you both to develop a deep and meaningful friendship, enough to make you both realise that you were each others’ best friends

whenever he’d stay up and pull all-nighters to get his work done, you were always next to him on the dining table doing the same even though you didn’t need to, but wanted to keep him company just so that he didn’t feel alone.

and whenever you had mental breakdowns during exam season, he was always there with ice cream and flash cards in hand to help you get through it all

needless to say, even though the first two years of college were anything but a breeze, chan always made you feel okay.

so now there you two were, third year college students on your run-down, second-hand couch, watching re-runs of the big bang theory and catching up on how the week was so far.

“it makes me feel so lonely watching minho and his girl act all cutesy in class, i feel like the ultimate third wheel.” chan whined next to you on the couch and you rolled your eyes

“you’ve been complaining for so long about how you feel oh so lonely, why don’t you just find someone then? there are enough people all over campus pining over you anyway.” you said, scoffing at the brunette.

chan had been complaining for so long about how he felt like a deprived lovebug and how he was an utter virgin in everything that had to do with love, and you were getting annoyed with how often he complained

“but that’s the thing- i don’t even know where to start! how do you even approach people? how do you even know whether that person is a nice person? god, they should teach us ‘finding a life partner 101′ instead of the laws of thermodynamics, it’d be way more useful.” he rambled on

“you’re so whiny channie. you know what? let me help you. i can set you up on a blind date with someone who i think you’d like so that the filtering process would be shortened- how does that sound?” you turned to look at him, propping your elbow onto the couch headboard and rested your head into the palm of your hand

suggesting this was your first mistake.

he looked at you quizzically, his thick eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinty

“you would do that? for me?”

“if it gets you to shut up then of course.” you grinned sarcastically and giggled, with him rolling his eyes at you

“oh haha,” he said and stuck his tongue out “forget i even said anything.” he huffed and got all pouty and exaggerated by crossing his arms and looking away from you. you could only laugh at his feigned hurtful expressions

“i’m kidding! you know i’m just joking- oh stop pouting you big baby.” you said, grabbing ahold of his bicep to get his to turn and look at you

his very muscular bicep

“i’m being serious okay! i want to set you up with someone so that my poor channie stops feeling so lonely all the time.” you mimicked his pout and patted his head

“alright, fine. i’m trusting you with this. if i get dumped i’m blaming you.”

“deal.”

you didn’t have to blink twice to agree to this whole ordeal or even to suggest it; you and chan were just friends- best friends at that, and everything between you both was completely platonic

or so you thought.

so there you were, in your literature lecture, spying on the one girl you thought would be the perfect fit to chan’s empty heart.

so far you knew that her name was Hana, that she was a screenplay major (and so, obviously, knew a good lot about film), that she was recently single and ready to mingle (according to people around campus), and that she looked absolutely gorgeous

jackpot

being your outgoing self, you immediately approached her all wide-eyed and hopeful.

“hi, you don’t know me but would you mind going on a blind date with my friend?” you quipped innocently

she looked completely shocked and dumbfounded

afterall, the only thing she knew about you was that you shared literature class together- and that’s about it.

reader you complete weirdo

“uhm, may i ask what your name is?” she said, looking bashful and flustered

“i’m y/n. and don’t worry, chan isn’t a complete weirdo- shit did i just say his name?? fuck i just took out the point of a blind date.” you mentally slapped yourself for being this much of a dumbass, but to your surprise, hana’s eyes flickered with interest.

“do you mean bang chan? as in cute-boy-in-the-physics-department bang chan?”

“uh yeah i think so? cute boy? since when was channie known as cute bo-”

“i’m definitely in! i’m sorry for sounding so overly-enthusiastic, it’s just chan’s been quite popular these days, and i’m just a little excited.” she said bashfully

“don’t be sorry! just give me your number and i’ll text you the details soon!”

to say that chan was excited when you told him would be an understatement

“you’re going to love her, channie! god, i’m such a good wingman, you should pay me for setting you up this good.” you said, smirking, feeling proud of yourself

“don’t get too cocky just yet. but oh my god, i can’t wait to meet her!” he said grinning, completely over the moon, and your smile matched his.

wednesday evening rolled around, the day of their blind date, and you couldn’t have been more excited for him. you had arranged for them to meet at a cute little trendy café downtown- perfect for a first date- where they could just talk and get to know each other.

you honestly felt like a proud mom sending off her son to get married, and the happiness you felt for him was genuine- no if’s, and’s or but’s.

“do i look okay?” chan said, coming out of his room dressed in black jeans with rips in the knees, a black muscle tank top and his white denim jacket. he wore an expression of nervousness- a very cute one, at that- and you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger a little longer than normal with a little more affection than you’d like to admit.

“you- you look great channie!” you said, stuttering at first as you were taken aback by just how attractive he looked

you always knew your best friend was handsome- but something about the way his ruffled hair settled on his head and how his lips were flushed a deep red from biting them out of nervousness made your heart skip a beat

but of course, you ignored it.

this was the second mistake.

he was attractive, and that was that.

“you really think so?” he smiled bashfully, ears going red when he saw how your eyes gleamed after seeing him. it made him feel fluttery and giddy to have you compliment him.

“you look really handsome, channie- i mean it.” you said again, a soft smile dancing on your lips and he looked down and scratched the nape of his neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him.

“you should wear that really nice perfume you own!” you said giddily

“already am! i know it’s your favorite scent- i just hope she likes it too.”

after a few more minutes of chan’s nervous questions and you telling him to calm down, he was off.

he didn’t know what Hana looked like- all you told him was that she would be sitting alone next to the window in a pink top.

so when he laid eyes on the girl you described, he had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

she was a sight to see, that was for sure.

before he entered, he sent a text to you

to stardust: u didnt tell me you were setting me up w a fukn model

from stardust: oopsies (✿◠‿◠)

he chuckled and rolled his eyes before entering the café and making his way over to her.

he introduced himself, as did she, and the night played on.

meanwhile, on the other side of town, there you were on the dining table, finishing up your last analytical essay on whatever the heck you had to analyse for your creative writing class

it was ten pm now, and you groggily made your way onto your sofa with your fluffy throw blanket wrapped around you like a burrito

you flicked through the channels on the tv, being unable to find anything remotely interesting, until you realised something

it was wednesday.

movie night day.

and you were alone.

you felt a pang in your chest at that realisation. after 2 years of almost always spending wednesday nights with chan by your side, you suddenly grew increasingly aware of how lonely you were. by now you two would be cramped on the couch, debating over whether or not to put on a new movie or series or to re-watch some of your all-time favorites.

but there you were, staring into space, alone and cold on your couch, chan no longer beside you.

you immediately buried those thoughts away

‘he’s happy and having a good time, and i’m so happy for him- he’s my best friend.’ you thought to yourself

your phone dinged, interrupting your train of thought

from solo: this is going too well, im buying u sushi next week to thank u

you let out a breathy laugh at that

to solo: hehe glad to hear that

from solo: gosh i love you

your breath hitched in your throat when you read that message. it made your heart suddenly pick up speed and made your tummy feel weird. he’s never said that before, you thought to yourself, your mind malfunctioning. you blinked yourself back into reality.

to solo: i know.

with that, you shut off your phone.

you had to remind yourself why he said it.

he was being thankful, nothing more. that’s all there is to it.

i’m his best friend, nothing more. that’s all there is to it.

you had to shake of the stinging feeling in your chest and chose to distract yourself by watching the nature documentary that was playing on tv, even though it bored you out of your mind and caused you to just stare at it blankly for the rest of the night.

soon enough you fell asleep on the couch, alone and cold, with the tv playing a show you didn’t like on a channel you didn’t watch with a dull pain brewing in the middle of your chest that you chose to actively ignore.

and that was the third mistake.

i’ll just end it here for part one. please reblog and like so i know you want this multi-shot to continue! also all my star wars babies- peep those references heheheheheheh

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seromreven · 5 years ago

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title: good day sunshine.

anonymous requested: “hi!! could i request either a john or paul x male reader who’s seen as the sweetheart? maybe they’re a beatle or just an individual songwriter? and they’re jus...... very soft....... please? thank u for ur time!!! have a nice day!“

author’s note: it’s past midnight here so, like, happy birthday johnny mah boi

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1965,

When your manager informed you of a radio interview, you were to be doing the following day for your upcoming debut album one summer day; he hadn’t been so kind as to tell you that you would be sharing airtime with two members of The Beatles. And, well, you could just about die. Of course, Hank (name of said manager) weren’t quite aware of your admiration for the band. They hadn’t been something you had talked much about. You were told you could be rather… quiet and shy… reserved. Which, you supposed, could be true. In a way. You just needed to be comfortable and feel safe around the person you were with and then you could be hard to shut up! Really! And… well, Hank could be intimidating. Terribly so. But he was a nice guy and damn good at his job. He got you an opportunity to meet The Beatles, didn’t he?

It was only when you arrived at the studio that you found out which Beatles it were and, God, your heart jumped to your throat as you saw them through a set of wide glass doors. It was Paul and John! They wore nice, patterned suits, and matching sunglasses. They looked to be deep in conversation and didn’t take notice to you… staring at them… behind doors. You shook your head, took a deep breath and opened the door with trembling hands. A young woman, behind a desk filled with dials and buttons and… all kinds of things, looked to you as you entered and greeted you with an ecstatic hello and came to shake your hand faster than you could blink. You stammered through your greeting back and she giggled slightly as she pointed to your seat near the other men. “Mister Waller will be out in just a second,” she said with a polite smile and disappeared behind her desk. Your grip tightened and released on the strap of your guitar as you stumbled to your seat, carefully placing your prized possession next to you and felt the cool wooden material for comfort.

You adjusted slightly in your seat, careful in not hitting the large and round microphone in front of you when doing so. You felt warm… nervous. Your heart beating furiously. You had never been particularly comfortable with interviews and now, two very impressive people sat only a reach away from you. You carefully glanced to them, wanting to take a look, and found two sets of eyes meeting yours. Your eyes widened, and you readied yourself for an anxious, stammering, greeting when the doors flew open and a tall man with handsome features stepped inside. You recognised him as Charles Lee Waller, the host of the radio show you were now privileged to be on together with John Lennon and Paul McCartney. He gave you all a strong handshake and sat down, lighter already in hand, and lit up a smoke. You shook your head politely as he offered you one and watched in silence as the recording signal went on.

He started talking; introducing you and half of The Beatles to the audience after having laid out the schedule of the show. John and Paul were to be interviewed first, then a break, then you. And, lastly, you had a performance of one of the songs from your album (the reason why you had brought your guitar). You felt jittery, restless with unnerved excitement at the prospect of not only performing your song for the first time to an audience, but for that audience to be John and Paul!

“So, boys,” Charles started in his smooth made for radio voice and the Beatles looked to him in an equally swift turn of their heads, “let’s begin with you.” The host gave a smile, “earlier this month you released your seventh album, Revolver, to rave reviews,” they nodded and hummed in confirmation, “now, I’ve heard it myself and do quite agree with that census.” He looked to you with clear eyes, “do you share that opinion?”

You nodded eagerly, “v-very much so. It’s… b-briliant!” You smiled widely and nervously glanced to the pair, silently cursing your persistent stammer. “That’s high praise,” John said wryly and your heart twisted at the sarcastic voice but… something in his eyes, behind the tinted glasses, seemed to disagree with the attitude he had taken on. “Well,” Charles laughed, “let’s see if they will share that opinion of your own release.” You looked to him with sudden focused attention. But it was for nought as he announced the first commercial break and exited the room the moment the circle of red light went off. You sat, blinking for a few seconds, before you heard a small cough and felt a light presence on the back of your hand. You turned and saw that it had been Paul, reaching out to you to get your attention. “You all right?” He asked, and you fought hard not to fall into his stare. You nodded and choked out, “yeah.” You coughed slightly and took a sip of a glass of water, that had been placed in front of you, with shaking hands.

“You’re new to this, aren’t ye?” You heard John question and looked past Paul, to him. You nodded again, folding your hands in your lap, feeling them tremble and shake. “I haven’t… done a lot of interviews… yet,” you inched slightly further towards the table as you felt yourself slip back in the chair. You lips felt dry, and you gave them a slight lick, not noticing the eyes on it. “Oh,” Paul smiled sweetly and looked over his shoulder to John, “we’ve been there. You’ll get used to it, y’know. And then it’ll just be a breeze,” he patted your shoulder, and you felt a heat travel to your cheeks. You thanked him in a meek voice, “-that’s very kind of you to say,” and watched as John’s eyes drifted from Paul’s neck to you. And it stayed there. For how long, you didn’t know, but you felt trapped in his stare- but it didn’t feel… bad. Suddenly, your name was called and you willed your eyes away from John and Paul, losing the staring battle you had come to have, and looked to the chiseled jawline of the radio host, still not sure of how to make eye contact. He had, at some point, entered the room again and you now realise the beaming red light was back on. Your gentle smile stayed in its place and you awaited the next moment.

“Later this month we’ll finally see the release of your debut album Meadow, something that is looked forward to with much anticipation. Your recent single for it, Autumn Tree, was very well received and nearly knocked down the boys here,” Charles said in a rehearsed fashion and pointed with an open palm to John and Paul, “from their top spot.” They laughed and you couldn’t resist the urge to smile wider. John leaned in to the microphone with a smirk and looked at you behind his dark shades, something that made you feel so funny inside, “no hard feelings, I hope.” You snickered with a shake of your head, “none at all.” Laughter was shared around the room and the conversation seemed to flow more… naturally from there on. John and Paul joined in more often when you were asked or talked and you did the same when it was their turn. A good feeling was shared all around and you no longer felt a crushing sense of panic for when your time to perform finally arrived.

“Now,” Charles said your name and focused the attention back to him, “tell us what you’re about to play.” He smiled, professionally with no real life behind it, and postured towards your guitar. “Oh! Yeah,” you laughed softly and positioned the guitar over your lap. “It’s the first single I released for the album… last month, yeah,” another laugh gave away as a flow of content travelled through your chest. “It’s, uh, called Take Care… and, uh, yes,” you laughed and looked to the Beatles, both concentrated on you, and started to play the opening chords. You felt it had gone well as you finished the song and your confidence only slightly managed to waver before Paul started clapping, with John (who had received a slight shove to his stomach by the bassist’s elbow) who started to join in with Charles. “Very good… very good,” Charles hummed, looking through some notes in front of him. “Well, that’s about all we have time for today! We, all of us in the studio, look forward to what else you boys have in plans and, as always, be pleasing. Be thriving. And most of all; be happy.”

And, that was it. The end of the show. You sat silently in your chair as people flourished around you, your arms tight around your guitar as you waited for the right moment to move out and not be terribly in the way of someone’s path. And when that moment arrived, you hurried out of your seat and looked around for two familiar faces. You sighed in dismay; they were already gone. Of course, they must be very busy people! You packed together the little stuff you had brought, went out of the cramped room and turned to leave in the hallway when you bumped into a hard chest with soft fabrics dressed upon it. Blinking in shock, you looked up with the feel of hands on your waist, to see no-one else but John. He was smirking down at you and you felt your heartbeat spike up the way it had done earlier that day, the way it had done when he had smirked earlier. “I, uh… I-” he interrupted you. “You’re quite the cute lad, aren’t ye,” his smirk only seemed to grow wider as he watched your face turn a dark red colour. “And tiny too,” he patted you on the head and ruffled your hair. You stammered, and the smirk turned into a softer, more gentle, smile as realisation of your rather frazzled state dawned on him. He drew back but kept a hand on your waist. You noticed, finally, that he wasn't wearing his sunglasses.

He scratched the back of his neck and looked around; “I, uh, liked what I heard back in the studio, y’know, and was wondering… hoping that you’d, maybe, like some dinner with me?” His former confidence seemed to wash away with an invisible tide and he looked around yet again. You felt bold, strikingly so, and gently took the hand that nudged slightly against yours into your palm. He looked to you with slightly widened eyes and drew a sigh of relief when you nodded with a delicate ‘yes.’

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