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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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Frat Peter and he's all cocky, but he gets really shy when you're around and his friends keep teasing him about his little crush and how he's putty in your hands and you don't even know?

god i love him so much

“Your girls here, parker.”

Peter rolls his eyes, as much as he denies no one believes him. You’re not his girl, not by a long shot but god does he wish you were. The jab still couldn’t stop him from swiveling his neck, sure enough you were laughing with friends, your wide smile made him smile too. You looked so pretty, he’s never seen someone fill out clothes the way you do.

He needs to find a way to talk to you, it started as group partners and he may have played a little dumb to get you to study with him, just for some one on one time. Since then you’ve gotten closer, and everyday he feels more and more like a lovesick puppy. He’d do anything you ask, just so he can prove he could make you happy.

“Pong, let’s go, parker.”

Peter wants to whine like a toddler, he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on you. Not that he needs to, and definitely not to scare off a potential suitor, he just wants to make sure you’re safe, that’s all. He looks you over again, you’re with friends and he thinks you’ll be alright.

Right before he can turn back to his brothers your eyes flicker up, meeting his you send a grin. Peter’s been caught, he’s been looking over you for a minute and that smile said ‘caught you,’ it made his cheeks warm, a faint blush coats his cheeks and you can’t help but watch as his friends hoop and shake his shoulders, causing him to nearly run to the garage for a game of beer pong.

Peter doesn’t know how long he’s been playing. He knows it’s been about three games, and he’s trying to act the perfect amount of buzzed. What he does know is that time stopped when you came looking for him, his ears picking up on your fluttery soft voice pushing for apologies.

“Do you know where peter is?”

Wasted white girl looks appalled you asked, “who the fuck is peter?”

“Oh. Um, parker?”

Wasted white girl drags out an ‘oh,’ then points in his general direction, you raise on tiptoes, looking over the shoulders in the cramped room, catching sight of his snapback, turned backwards. You started to make your decent, politely excusing yourself and apologizing when you rub up against someone.

You think about tapping his shoulder, but you’re a menace. You tug at his hat, pulling it off his head, before you can complete the task his hand grips your wrist, a dull tone comes from his mouth.

“Don’t do that.”

Your hand drops, you didn’t know there was a boundary there.

“I’m sorry!”

His head whips to yours, wide eyed and flushed.

“I didn’t know it was you! You can do that, you have my permission.”

His teammate, Ethan, if you remember correctly, coughed into his hand, one word slipping from his mouth made Peter jerk his shoulder into his. “Simp.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “peter’s not a simp, that’s mean. You should say sorry.”

Ethan is having fun, “oh trust me, if you knew what I know, you would call him a simp too.” Peter, in a panic, rips his hat off his head and throws it on yours, it falls over your eyes, you fix it with enough time to watch Peter mumble out “watch it,” before directing all his attention on you.

“Looking good.”

You do a spin for him, “think I can pledge next year?”

“You have my vote.”

Ethan had to bite back another simp comment.

“Can you do me a favor?”

Rushed, “anything.”

Ethan can’t help his snort, he tries to hide it behind clearing his throat.

Peter wants to kill his friend.

“I’ve been ditched and I really have to pee, so would you mind watching my drink?”

Peter holds out a hand to take it, his palm covering the open mouth. “It would be my honor.”

You smile at him, “thanks, be right back.”

“Five minutes and I come looking.”

That was new, it was protective. It made you feel warm and safe inside, he was a really good friend. You promised you would be back, but the line was longer than you expected and you were unable to complete the task in just a few minutes.

Peter kept count, and like he said, went looking. Ethan’s pissed that they’ve now lost the game to a forfeit, all because Peter was head over heels in a gushy crush. You bound down the steps in time to see Peter getting aggravated by his friend, you couldn’t help but overhear.

“You know this is super entertaining, right?”

“Shut up, Ethan.”

“It’s adorable. The way you run after her, bending to her will. Who knew parker had a bitch in him.”

In one quick motion Peter had him pinned to the wall.

“Don’t ruin this for me. I’m gonna make a move, alright? She makes me nervous and I’m not used to this, okay?”

“Ask her on a fucking date, I’d put a thousand on the line she’d say yes.”

You wonder who he’s talking about, you have more than an inkling it’s you but Peter’s never seemed interested, just a good friend. It must have been someone else.

“I’m not betting on Y/N, I like her too much.”

Oh fuck. He is talking about you, and it makes you warm and fuzzy all over.

Ethan is right, you would say yes.

You duck your head down, pressing against the bars on the stairway.

“I’m okay with you betting on me, take the grand and then take me out on a nice date.”

Peter’s eyes blew up, he wanted to punch Ethan. He also wanted to thank him.

“It’s not like that!” Peter feels his brain melt, stop talking, why are you talking?

You frown, “it’s not?”

Ethan tries to push his head against the wall, his chin poking up high to get a view of you crouched down. “It is like that, you heard him.” He gags when Peter presses his forearm against his throat, it’s not meant to hurt, just silence.

“Well, if it is like that, and I make you nervous, there really isn’t a need cause I would say yes.”

Peter’s arm drops, “come here.”

Ethan takes this as his moment to escape, you watch the stairs as you follow them down, narrowly missing a spilled beer. Peter meets you at the bottom of the staircase, he hands you over the drink he’d been watching.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You blinked at the boy, he stood there and looked at his hat on your head. You waited until it started to get awkward.

“If you don’t ask, I will, then I’ll have ripped the rights from you. You’ll have to tell our grandkids you chickened out.”

That doesn’t sound bad to him, but he thinks the least he can do is get the words out.

“I would really, really like to take you out for dinner, is that okay?”

You chew your cheek, “what’s your policy on kissing before the first date?”

“It should be a thing.”

You bite your lower lip to hide your smile, it didn’t work.

“Wanna make it a thing?”

#peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter fluff #my writing #frat!peter

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fashionteahouse · 5 months ago

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Can I request Seth x reader who getting the worst case of cuteness aggression because of him where they'll be like "I would kill someone for just looking at you wrong but you're so cute it pisses me of and I wanna hit you with my car" and the pack are just concerned but Seth's just like "she's so nice🤭"

bad habit - seth x reader

Sparkles in the eyes shine greater than the sun, the moon, and the stars in the universe. Cuddling on a love seat, the cuteness overload of Seth ignites you. A cheek reaches over and meets his cheek, gently pinching it and your nose was scrunched while a smile. Seth affectionately rubs your leg that you have resting on him.

Sam appears then, with a pair of scissors and a barber cape. It’s time for the boy’s to get their haircuts, preventing their fur to be tangled the next time that they have to phase. Seth being the youngest, he was picked to go first.

You lean and kiss his cheek, with your lips attached, your teeth graze and nibble the fat on his cheek. You let go, “So cute. I just want to eat you up.” you say to him lovingly. He looks at you with lovesick puppy eyes with a blush faint on his face as he makes his way to the kitchen with Sam.

It didn’t take too long. All he needed was a touch up trim. Seth comes out with a handheld mirror with a fresh cut and looks to you, “What do you think?”

You run your fingers through his hair and gently tug while smiling. “I love it.”

“I don’t know. It’s a bit shorter than I would like. I hope none notices.” He says a bit unsure.

You cup his cheeks and look him straight in the eye, “I would kill someone for looking at you wrong but you’re so cute it pisses me off. I just want to hit you with my car.” you coo to him and he closes his eyes and smile.

“Whoaaa. A tad bit far.” Sam says.

“That was nice of her. Isn’t she sweet?” he says in a sappy voice with a smile to match. You pinch both of his cheeks to solidify the love you had for the boy in front of you.

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dioslesbianwife · 22 hours ago

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How do you think the jofoes would act if they were lovesick in anyway?

Thoughts of reader are practically invading their mind. They can't eat, can't sleep, can't think of anything else other than her. She's consumed them in every way ( with PB and SDC Dio please!).

Thank you!

thank you for requesting and for being patient since it took me a while to get better- hope you enjoy!

Dio Brando

Dio is furious with himself. He sees this as a weakness, yet he can’t stop thinking about you.

He stares at the ceiling at night, scowling, angry that you’ve taken over his thoughts.

He tries to convince himself that it’s just desire, but the way his chest tightens when you smile? No. It’s worse.

Dio becomes obsessive, rationalizing that if you make him feel this way, you must be meant to belong to him.

DIO

At first, he embraces it. He’s always been indulgent, so why should love be any different?

But soon, he realizes it’s not in his control- and that terrifies him.

“… what have you done to me?” He sneers at himself in the mirror, eyes burning.

Dreams of you. Vivid, consuming dreams where you whisper his name, and he wakes up reaching for you- only to be met with nothing.

Even the taste of blood feels bland compared to the satisfaction he imagines in having you beside him forever.

Kars

Kars, the ultimate being, does not get distracted- yet his mind is utterly overrun with you.

He finds himself making careless mistakes. He almost got cut by his own blade one night because he was too busy thinking about you.

"This is ridiculous." Yet when he closes his eyes, your face is all he sees.

He stalks watches you, fascinated by your every move. His hunger for evolution is overshadowed by a deeper kind for you.

He gets frustrated with his own body reacting to thoughts of you. He’s supposed to be superior- so why does he feel so human around you?

Wamuu

Wamuu is not accustomed to desire like this. It’s… consuming.

He finds himself distracted in training, getting hit because he was too lost in thoughts of you.

Doesn’t sleep properly because he stays awake thinking about how soft you look when you smile.

At first, he keeps his distance, thinking it’s dishonorable to let emotions cloud his judgment.

If he ever sees you hurt, even slightly? He loses control, nearly killing the one responsible.

Esidisi

Esidisi cries. A lot. Not in sadness, but because his body can’t handle this level of emotional turmoil.

“Why- why do I feel this way? It’s burning inside me!”

He literally feels hot when he thinks about you, like his body is overheating from love.

Random bursts of emotion. One second he’s quiet, the next he’s gripping his chest, groaning in frustration.

Tries to distract himself with combat, but even mid-fight, he ends up shouting your name instead of his opponent’s.

Yoshikage Kira

Kira is utterly miserable. He just wanted a quiet, normal life- but now…he’s obsessed with you.

Can’t focus at work. He just signs documents mindlessly, thinking about how you look when you laugh.

Steals little things of yours- a pen, a napkin you used, anything-just to feel close to you.

Loses sleep because every time he closes his eyes, his mind conjures images of you.

He hates it. He feels exposed, vulnerable.

But the thought of anyone else having you? Unacceptable.

Doppio

Poor Doppio is a wreck. His hands tremble whenever you’re nearby.

He forgets to answer Diavolo’s calls because he’s too lost in thoughts of you.

If you so much as smile at him? He smiles but nearly faints.

Talks to himself about you. “She probably doesn’t even notice me… but… what if she does?”

The moment Diavolo realizes what’s happening, he seizes control.

Diavolo

Diavolo is pissed that something as inefficient as love is affecting him this much.

He goes days without sleep because every time he closes his eyes, he sees you.

Lashes out at his subordinates for no reason, just because he’s so frustrated with himself.

Legit erases time whenever he starts thinking about you too much, as if that will stop it.

He convinces himself that the only way to fix this is to have you completely.

If he “has” to make you disappear from the world so no one else can have you… so be it.

Enrico Pucci

Pucci prays constantly, begging for salvation from these thoughts.

Fastens his grip on his faith, hoping it will keep him from falling further into obsession.

His lips move in silent prayer, but your name slips out instead of the Lord’s.

“This is a test,” he tells himself. “I must overcome this.”

But deep down, he knows he doesn’t want to. He just wants you.

When he finally gives in, it’s not love- it’s devotion.

Funny Valentine

Cancels meetings, ignores political affairs- nothing else matters anymore.

Your image is burned into his mind. Your voice. Etched into his soul.

Dreams of you in different timelines, wondering if he’s fallen for you across every universe.

Gaslights himself into thinking that having you is for the good of the country.

“America deserves you. I deserve you.”

Would manipulate fate itself just to ensure you stay by his side.

Diego Brando

Irritated beyond belief. He prides himself on control- yet here he is, weak because of you.

Glares at himself in the mirror, sneering at his own reflection. “Pathetic.”

Every interaction with you feels like a battle between staying cool and losing himself.

Sees every man as a rival, even if they aren’t interested in you.

Eventually, he gives in- because why should he deny himself anything?

Tooru

Tooru is good at pretending he’s fine, but inside he’s crumbling. He suffers in silence. His usual confidence gone.

Normally, he’s the one who subtly worms his way into people’s thoughts- but now, you’ve infected his mind instead.

He can’t stand it. Every song he hears reminds him of you.

Stares at his phone for absurd amounts of time, debating if he should text you something casual or something meaningful.

You’ll never see the moment he decides you belong to him, but you’ll feel it.

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chesters-ocs · 27 days ago

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okay i caved. take a wild guess as to what this is a 2nd part to

wc: 560

"...Do I know you, stranger?"

An incredulous scoff sounds out in the cold evening air.

"Oh, what has gotten into you? Do I know you, he asks! Of course you do, Adam. Don't you recognize the man of your sweetest dreams? Your beloved? Your doll? I'm hurt, truly," the man (is it a man?) frowns.

Adam froze, shoulders tensing up, his hands grasping for the holster on his waist. Why does he know his name?! Numerous possibilities flow trough his mind as his hands fumble for the one line of safety he's got on him.

Fuck, where is it?!

A brief glance down was his one vital mistake. He broke eye contact and so the next time he glanced up, half a second later, his so-called husband was mere centimeters away from his face.

Was he always this tall?

And what's with the horns?!

"You're here to kill me," Adam states, unable to hide the gulp. Nor the panicked glance he takes back at the safe haven where his family resided in.

Absolutely unaware of the horror outside.

Lucky.

He flinches as he feels a spindly, barbed tail wrap around his leg, snaking upwards, and pulling him uncomfortably close to the freak of nature before him.

"No, no, no! Why does everyone think I'm the bad guy? I'm not here to kill you! Merely... Get you while you're still available," the satisfied purr reverberating beneath the words shakes Adam to his core.

What is this thing going to do to me?

A clawed hand caresses his face. The comforting, small smile a sharp juxtaposition to the rest of his features.

"My king, I've finally got you. It's me."

Were it not for the disgusting, barbed wire-like tail restraining his arms, he would've hit the creature the moment it leaned in.

Alas, Adam was unable to do anything but struggle in a futile attempt at escaping.

It covered his eyes and his mouth, as he was about to scream for help from his family. Voice tender, almost human, as it comforted him.

"Shhh, it is alright, my king. I've just come to take you home. All will make sense in due time."

...

He's... Dizzy.

Faint ringing in his ears, words heard, but not understood.

He bolts upright in the bed, silk covers draping from his body.

"I said easy! You're alright," the same voice from before spoke, "We traveled far. I expected you to be out until the morrow!"

Head still spinning, Adam acts on instinct. On instinct trained into him by people no worse than the creature in front.

The punch is easily deflected, his fist kissed and caressed.

"You're as sharp as ever, my king!" it compliments, the lovesick tone making it's way back into the voice, "Though... Maybe rest now. It'll be easier to explain it then."

Oh, how he cannot stand being cooed at in that way, as if he were a mere child in the middle of a tantrum.

This time, he swats away the hand reaching for him, a faint glow already surrounding it, and he pins the assailant to the soft mattress below.

When did he get changed into robes? Adam finds himself briefly wondering, before disgust overtakes him at the thought of being touched in his sleep. (Was he even asleep?)

"No the fuck you don't. Talk. Now. Who are you and where am I?!"

#chess writes #oc butcher tag #and now to abandon this series for the next ??? months /j

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onelatenight-longago · 1 year ago

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Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

Warnings/Tags: Fem!Reader, Depictions of Violence and Torture, semi-soft Buggy, he’s a danger but also a marshmallow of a man, life on the Big Top, becoming one of the crew, sexual tension and teasing, romance, finding freedom and found family

Description: Buggy plays the hero just the one time and now he’s a got a new crew member who will change everything for him.

Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] - First Person (below) Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] - Second Person

Buggy was beyond mad to say the least. I sat on his bed in his cabin with Ritchie wrapped around me, while Buggy shouted away and paced from end to end of his cabin. Mohji, the traitor he was, took Buggy’s side. He would occasionally punctuate Buggy’s rants with sentiments of agreement. All the while Cabaji sat calmly in one of the plush armchairs in front of Buggy’s desk and quietly cleaned and polished his sword.

“Of all the reckless, stupid, insane things you could do!” Buggy shouted.

“Stupid!” Mohji supplied from the opposite side of the room.

“You could’ve been killed!” Buggy continued one, seemingly unaware of the echo in his cabin. “Seventy something marines and you decided to just face them down!” Buggy stopped his pacing in front of me and looked down on me. I paused in my rhythmic petting of Ritchie’s mane and locked eyes with the frustrated captain.

“I managed quite a few on my own.” I said with petulance. “Besides, it bought you time to get to me.” I added in more of a hushed whisper. “I wanted to stop them from getting to the tent, to hurting any of the others before they could escape. I wanted to slow them down, to give you and Cabaji the advantage. I’m not weak, I can and will fight if need be. I’ve been fighting all my life, I’m not scared of a few marines.” I held Buggy’s gaze with my own, challenging him.

“Out.” Buggy said firmly, and when no one made to move Buggy leaned over me and gently flicked Ritchie on the nose. “Out. Now.” He grumbled. Cabaji was out of his chair and out of the room first while Ritchie and Mohji followed him, Mohji still grumbling angry. When the door clicked shut Buggy was still leaning over me, a fiery look in his eyes, something between anger and admiration.

“I felled at least two or three dozen of them. I’m not some fainting maiden. I can be mean and ruthless when I want to be.” I continued to fight back, slightly offended that Buggy seemed to think so little of me.

“When your Captain orders you to the ship, you do as you’re told.” He pushed back.

Something snapped in me. “I’m not your pet!” I shouted and stood from the edge of the bed and pushed him back. A single bright red feather boa appeared and wound its way around his throat. Buggy’s smile turned razor sharp and he only minutely raised his chin to accommodate the constricting boa.

“If it weren’t for me you’d still be some two bit criminal’s dancing monk–” Buggy’s nasty comment was cut short when the flat of my palm connected with his face. The sound of the slap was sharp and cutting in the silence of the room.

“I thought you would be better than that.” I said quietly, trying not to choke on my words. The feather boa around his neck disappeared slowly from existence as I left the room, slamming the door behind me.

I wandered off, unsure of where to go or what to do with myself. All around me the crew were scuttling about, packing things away or going about their tasks. I eventually found my way out to the main deck where Cabaji directed the sailing crew.

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked when I made my way over to Cabaji.

“You can not piss off our Captain.” Cabaji replied quickly. “It makes all our lives harder, you know.”

“Me! Piss him off?!” I retorted, still fuming from Buggy’s nasty comment. “Maybe he shouldn’t be such an asshat!”

Cabaji turned to me fully, an uninterested look settled on his face. “Why not just apologize and go back to being a happy little lovesick couple?”

“We are not a couple.” I spat back.

“Uh-huh.” Cabaji rolled his eyes.

“He thinks of me as no more than a dancing monkey.” I continued, red in the face as the words left a sour taste in my mouth.

“Gods, you’re just as dumb and hot-headed as him.” Cabaji bemoaned quietly. “Look, The Captain says stupid shit all the time. He takes jabs when he’s being too much of an emotionally constipated idiot to say what he really means. The trick to handling him is to brush it off with a laugh and throw your own jab back at him. He respects wit.” Cabaji turned away from me to shout a few orders and adjust the ship’s heading.

“There’s jabs and then there’s hits below the belt and he went too far with what he said to me. I won’t roll over and take it for the sake of his pride or respect.” I could feel the fire dull in me, I was tired and felt the headache blooming in the back of my head. “Is there somewhere I can rest?” I asked quietly, rubbing at my temples.

“Two decks down and towards the rear there should be an empty cabin or two you can camp up in.” Cabaji replied before turning his attention away from me entirely in favor of steering the ship.

I took his direction and wandered my way two decks down, careful to stay out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the ship. It was darker in the cabin halls, which was doing wonders for my headache. It took me a bit of time to find a cabin door that hadn't already been brightly decorated, finally finding one in the far back of one of the halls. The room was small, just large enough for a dresser that sat against the back wall with a suspending hammock in the middle and a small storage bench seat on the side wall. I climbed into the hammock and sighed, as the pent up anxiety eased out of my muscles. I tried to stifle and stop the tears that threatened their way out but everything had become too overwhelming and my mind was running circles.

Two weeks ago I really was nothing but a ‘two bit criminal’s dancing monkey’, then just hours ago I was in Buggy’s arms, the focus of his passion and happiness. Now I was curled up in a hammock tucked in the far back of the ship crying like a child because my feelings were hurt. I wanted to scream. Instead I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

—

“You need to apologize.” Cabaji said simply. Night had fallen and the Captain and his first mate were stood up on the quarter deck, navigating by the stars.

“Why the fuck do I need to apologize?” Buggy retorted with a sneer.

“Because you shouldn’t have said what you said.” Cabaji answered simply.

“Fuck…” Buggy exhaled. “I say stupid shit all the time.” He whined.

“I know. And I told her that. But she’s not like the others Captain, is she?” Cabaji let a beat of silence take over between them, hoping the damn clown would listen to what he was saying. “She’s not just another freak for the show. She’s not just another crew member for the ship. She’s not just another pirate who has lived a gritty life out on the sea.”

“Gah!” Buggy angrily embedded one his knives into the barrel he had been leaning against before stomping off across the quarter deck. “I fucking wanted her back on the ship, we had it under control. It wasn’t anything we hadn’t dealt with before! I wanted her accounted for and….” Buggy came to a dead stop in his stomping and shouting, he was blindsided by the thought he was just then putting into words.

“Safe?” Cabaji supplied with a taunting tone.

“Fucking hell.” Buggy groaned.

“Two decks down. Last of the empty cabins are in the back.” Cabaji waved his Captain off and turned back to the wheel.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown x reader fanfiction #buggy one piece #buggy fanfiction

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uravichii · 2 years ago

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* ੈ✩‧₊* you fell first, but bakugo katsuki fell harder

notes: pls idk what this is ive literally never written anyth like this but ive always wanted to write a fic w/ this prompt,, also im thinking of doing an angst version of this 🤩

genre: fluff, lovesick bakugo + reader flirts w/ him a lot, childhood friends to lovers, tw: BARELY PROOFREAD ‼️

bakugo katsuki doesn't know anyone who annoys him more than you do.

he doesn't believe he's gotten this far in one piece when he's been stuck with someone like you since childhood. there's something infuriating about the way you tug on the strap of his school bag when both you and his mother are insisting that you walk to school together in the morning. it's even more infuriating when he doesn't know what in the world is fluttering in his chest and churning in his stomach when you start tugging on his sleeve instead.

bakugo katsuki has no idea why and when exactly he started doing it, but now his blood boils watching that dorky smile on your face while he carries your bag to school every morning and on the way home too.

"katsuki." you playfully bump your shoulder against his arm and grin, "you love me, don't you?"

"i'm doing this 'cuz you look like a fucking camel with this bulky ass bag of yours." he scowls, trying to ignore the tiny, tingling spark he felt on the fleck of his skin that met yours for a single second. "what hell is even in this, rocks?"

"is your back hurting? let me give you a back massage then. c'mon, take off your shirt and lie down."

he grimaces, a flush of scarlet spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"what?" you chuckle. "you know we've seen each other naked before, right? remember when we used to take baths together as children? i even let you touch my-"

"shut the fuck up, l/n."

it's maddening how easily you fluster him, like it's your second nature. a teasing remark and a single wink, and he's all over the place. all he can do is click his tongue and walk straight ahead of you (though occasionally looking back if you're still with him)

bakugo katsuki tries to counter your flirty remarks. he can do better, he swears he can. a multitude of emotions takes over him when he sees a sliver of your underwear peeking through your clothes. his cheeks flush and his nails bury into his palmsー partly from the thoughts racing relentlessly in his head, and partly out of wrath for anyone who would dare to ogle you or loudly point it out to the whole room.

he stands protectively close behind you like a guard dog, obstructing anyone even a glimpse. he speaks in a low voice you didn't know he was even capable of, his breath grazing your skin. "oi. nice underwear." once again, he's annoyed to the brim hearing that faint tremble in his words.

he's relieved and all the same, flustered, watching you realize and immediately fumbling with your clothes, but no matter how many attempts, no matter how much he swears he can be a match to you and your teasing nature,

"nice? i'll let you borrow if you like it that much then."

you are the only losing game bakugo katsuki has ever been in.

what annoys him even more is that for some reason, he's able to bare his soul to you, in spite of the sheer ugliness, the cruelty of it, and the pathetic, endless heaps of insecurities overflowing from him.

he presses his palms against his face in a futile attempt to muffle out his angry sobs. you brush a hand over his heaving shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, katsuki. i promise." when he doesn't flinch nor pulls away, you gently coax him into a light embrace, your torsos barely touching yet emitting such intoxicating and soothing heat onto each other.

"the fuck are you crying for?" he snaps, confused and concerned as to why you're suddenly sniffling with him.

"i know, it's stupid." you hug him tighter. "i swear i'm not making this about me. i justー i wish i knew how to make you feel better."

'annoying,' he thinks as he hugs your waist and buries his tear-stained face into the crook of your neck. "i'm going to kill you if you tease me about this tomorrow, l/n."

"hey, i don't do that." you whisper comfortingly despite the threat. "you know i won't."

he knows you won't.

most of all, it gets on bakugo katsuki's nerves the most when he remembers you've had genuine, actual romantic feelings for him since you were children, and it's not just fickle banter and incessant flirting here and there.

"shit. your fever's still high." he mutters, pressing his large palm on your forehead. it astounds both of you how it almost covers your whole face. mindlessly, he shifts his palm sweetly to your cheek, tucking in any stray hair out of your face. what in the world have you done to have him wrapped around your little finger like this? you have him buying you medicine and checking your temperature with pure and utter concern, feeding you food he cooked specially for your taste, and holding your perfect little hand just because you asked him to.

"thanks for taking care of me, katsuki."

"you're a pain in the ass, l/n."

katsuki anticipates another joke or a flirty remarkー something about ass most likely, but then you look up at him, widely staring, and you speak in the steadiest voice you could muster, "am i really?"

he doesn't answer.

"can i tell you something?" you continue. there's a pang in katsuki's chest when you slide your hands off of his. "i like you, katsuki. i still do after all these yearsー"

"shut up. that's your fever talking"

"no, this is just me talking. even if i wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything i said to you today, i'll probably end up saying the same thing again someday, and my feelings won't have changed at all."

steering clear of your eyes, katsuki starts rearranging the stacks of medicine on your nightstand and adjusting your blanket when your frail hand latches onto his wrist.

"i just need to know if you're actually uncomfortable with me or if i have absolutely no chance at all, then i'll stop. i'll distance myself from you even. if that's what you want."

he would never forgive you nor himself for it.

you laugh weakly and continue, "and then maybe i'll just date todoroki or somethingー"

"fuck it." he hisses. he swings the blanket over your face so he won't have to bear your gaping eyes when he spits out, "dumbass, i do like you. don't ever do that, jesus."

there's half a minute of silence between you, him still distraught over the mere image of you and todoroki, and you still buried in the blanket, sinking everything in. you pull the sheet slowly until your eyes peek out. it's unbelievely annoying, again, how fucking adorable you are, katsuki thinks.

"you do? since when?" you ask in a tiny voice that will echo in his mind for the rest of the day, he knows it.

"does it matter?"

"no?" you pull the blanket over yourself again.

and then another minute of agonizing silence.

"katsuki?"

"what? you need anything?"

"yeah. kind of."

"what is it?" he starts to panic a little, "tell me." your fever completely slipping his mind in the heat of the moment.

"can you tell me you like me again when i get better? i have a feeling i'll remember this is a fever dream, then i won't stop talking about it to you, and it'll be so embarrassing."

his mouth quirks up into a smirk. "how about this," he pulls the blanket off you and leans slowly, your cheeks flushing even hotter. he brushes his hand against your forehead and gently presses a kiss, his heart in shambles when he catches brief sight of you shutting your eyes tight. "i like you."

you open them again to see a devilish smirk on his face, except it's noticeably much softer than the usual one he wears. he kisses your cheek next, inhaling your scent as he presses his lips against your warm skin, "i like you."

you're a whole mess now. it's the feverish heat spreading across your cheeks as his hand makes its way to yours under the blanket, the close proximity of bakugo katsuki, his scent, the immense heat that gets you dazed and hitches your breath when he props his forehead onto yours. it's the years of closeness and familiarity you've always shared with him, now blooming into something more, like a flower that has just learned to face the sun and bask in the sweet, easy morning air.

"i like you." he says again. maybe he is a match for you after all. "if it's the only way to shut you up. i'll tell it over and over again."

you fell first. bakugo katsuki fell harder, much harder. seeing you escape under the blanket again and squealing when he tries to pull it back down, he doesn't remember what is it that he found so terrifying in falling in love with you.

it's you, after all, isn't it? the most annoying little shit he's always loved.

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 3 years ago

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“I’ll take care of you” (Yandere!Damian)

Requested by another of those amazingly patient Anons who deserve better than me: Could I request for a yandere Damian with a reader who always overworks herself and neglects her health at times to get her work done? She's really dedicated to her work and once she's set out to do something, nothing's going to stop her. And one day as Damian stalks her he sees her faint all of a sudden during a mission, how would he react? Oh, and P.S: Reader is superhero :)

Warnings: Yandere!behaviour, Stalking, Overworking (is that a warning), Kidnapping, restraints, non-consensual drugging, swearwords

Of the many traits that Aged!up!Damian loved about you was how dedicated you were

The two of you just belonged together, both so hard working and worthy

Who else would be the perfect partner for him?

Of course, he sees your work attitude as an attempt of yours to show him how well you could do for him and he was completely convinced that once he was (known by you) in your life, you would see that the only aspect in life you should be dedicated to was him and being his darling beloved

He probably figured out about your secret identity before you even knew he existed

He has your entire place and your phone bugged

He likes falling asleep listening to audio recordings of you working because you’re so sweet when you mumble to yourself looking for solutions to a problem

With every day and every night, his infatuation with you grows and grows and soon every patrol that he is spending out alone is spent stalking looking out for you

It happens more than once that you’re fighting someone and get a slight scratch or something and suddenly the room is filled with smoke and when it clears all your attackers are dead

Sliced open

The first time you saw that, even after all that you have seen in your night job, you couldn’t help but throw up

Damian, watching you from above while cleaning off his Katana almost swoops down and takes you right then and there, but he thinks better of it

After that your main mission is to find the ruthless killer that taunted you, always killing all the people around you - they didn’t deserve death even if they were criminals - but never putting a finger on you

So, besides fighting crime, working and/or education you spent every waking minute looking for clues and hints as to the killer’s identity and soon every waking minute turns into every minute

Damian knows that your attempts would be fruitless, but he thought it was very endearing that you were looking for him, just like he was looking for you a bit delusional if you ask me

After spending five nights in a row not sleeping or eating in favour of going after a trail, you were out and about on your usual patrol when you started feeling faint

Stopping on a roof you try to get your blood pressure back to normal, but everything turns black and you’re out

Damian saw you fainting and he knew that he had waited long enough

He was a bad spouse if he let his beloved let themself go like this, never again would he risk your health like that

He swoops you up in his arms and brings you to the special place he set up just for you, his sweet little beloved

When you wake up you find yourself lying on the most comfortable mattress you had ever been on with the softest bedding

It was incredibly nice, but it was not your bed

You try to stand up to flea, but found yourself restrained, both arms, both legs and your waist were being held down by incredibly sturdy, but silky restrains

honestly, if you weren’t being held against your will you’d be impressed by the quality

As you start trashing to somehow get out a man comes inside

You recognized him immediately: that was Damian Fucking Wayne

What the fuck?

“What do you want from me you sick fuck?” you can’t help but spit out, but he just smiles at you with the most lovesick eyes

What were you in for?

“Shhhhm, it’s okay beloved, I’m going to take good care of you, you won’t have to work yourself to death anymore because I’ll protect you, just like I protected you before.”

What was he talking about?

You try to unnoticeably wiggle your hands out, but as Damian sits down on the bed beside you and starts softly stroking your cheek you freeze completely

“Why?” you just ask as you try to turn your face away

“I realized that getting rid of those who hurt you behind the scene until you’d finally be ready for me to take care of you wasn’t enough my love, now you won’t be in a situation where someone can hurt you.”

His touch against your face turned to ice

Did he mean?

“Y-You- You’re the killer, you killed all these people!” you started screaming and trashing again trying to catch his hand with your mouth and give him a good bite, but he’s too swift and pulled it away

He let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head

“I understand that this is all a bit much, but there’s no need to throw such a tantrum beloved, is there now?” he opened a cupboard beside the bed you were on and pulled something out, but you were too busy trying to get away

Then there’s a piercing feeling in your arm and you look down to see Damian inject something

You lose all energy and your eyes become blurry and hard to keep open

The last thing you feel before fading away again was a kiss against your forehead and a whisper of sick love

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unabashednightmarepizza · 3 years ago

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𝐼'𝑚 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin had her heart captured by you a long time ago. Being sure that you weren't into girls, a surprising fact is about to reveal itself.

Warnings: Homophobia, mentions of death and suicide

"Robin, stop looking at that girl! You're gonna open holes on her skull!"

Hitting harshly at Steve who attracted many eyes to them by yelling his lungs out, Robin looked around, only to see that the cute person who she was admiring from afar smile and wave at her. Seeing the lovesick smile of Robin and the awkward wave at her crush, Steve just muttered a "You're down bad." and went back to restroom to ease the bruise that was about to happen in a few seconds.

She didn't have in her to tear her gaze away from you though. Even if the lightning inside the mall was a bitch, you still seemed like the most beautiful creature. She was mesmerized by the way your lips moved, how you talked excitedly when someone mentioned something you loved or how you'd always defend someone, ready to throw punches... Groaning out at her pathetic crushing-self, she couldn't have known that you would literally run at her and almost jump over the cash.

"Robin! How are you doing? I didn't know you worked here, the sailor costume looks so good on you!"

Gasping at the sudden closeness you two had, she jerked her head so fast that your head binged at each other which made Robin wince. Before she could yell at whoever was this close to her, she felt the soft and panicked touch on her head which made her almost faint at the sight of you.

"Y-Y/N, hi! Are you- Are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh My God, of course you are,that was a hard hit and it sounded so loud and you might need an ambulance-" While still fumbling over her words and trying to get out of behind the counter to look for any discomfort at you, she didn't realize how your cheeks flushed and how you were looking at her with heart-eyes. Giggling at her anxious rambling, something you adored on the freckled girl, you smoothed the hair that was sticking out abnormally from her hat snd smiled at her.

"No worries, Robin! Besides I have a thick skull, if I didn't have I'd surely be at hospital by now..." Mumbling the last part to yourself while holding your chin with your forefinger, she cooed internally at your tilted face and pouting mouth. I could just eat her up, kiss her forever but... that would ruin everything...

She couldn't just tell you how she has been feeling about you, she didn't know how you would react at all. Not everyone was as accepting as Steve was, people like her didn't have any rights in the law, everybody has sided with others, leaving them to hide both themselves and their feelings. It killed her to watch guys flirt with you at school while she had to look at you from the sides. She wanted to kiss you, take your hand into hers and have dates but it was a far away dream...

At least she was free to dream.

"Heeyy, earth to Robin! Are you okay? Did I give you a concussion or something?"

Shaking her head no and giving you an awkward smile, she looked into your pretty eyes. "Not at all, sweets... Just wondering if you would... you know come to my home and watch some films with me?"

Grinning at what she said, you felt your heart beat erratically at her offer. Being happy that she wanted you to come to her house and spend time with you. For the longest time, you tried to understand your feelings. Being with guys wasn't that uncomfortable, you actually dated guys before but for a year now, you started to dream about women too. How sweet they were and how it would feel like being with one, whether they'd be different from guys or not, if they would cherish you as much as you did to them...

But you especially wondered if you could explore all of these with the girl who made you question yourself.

Robin was loud, a geek, and excited most of times. Her sarcastic comments would always make you laugh ever since you first met her in sophomore year. Being paired in an English lesson for some project, you thought she would be quiet and shy which turned out to be wrong. First making fun of some kids and later painting each others nails, you two became fast friends. Always hanging out at her home and spending time with her made your feelings towards the sweet girl change as soon as you realized how fine of a young woman she bad became over the years.

You couldn't risk what you had for some feelings you weren't sure about.

"Yes, I'd love that a lot! What should I bring over? Chocolate? Chips? Or maybe the movie- Oh how about my books? I could read them to-"

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO HOMOS DOING HERE HUH!?"

Flinching at what a man yelled at while Robin's heart was beating fast, you turned to look at where the voice was coming from, only to see that a douchebag was harassing two boys who were holding hands. They were shaking with fear at the loud voice of the boy before them since he towered over them easily.

"How do you dare taint our eyes with your disgusting selves huh? How do you even sleep with each other, pissheads!"

Pushing the boy away and making him fall to his butt, you turned to look at the scene with stiff shoulders. Robin looked at you with concern, taking your anxiety as displeasure of the scene, she looked down ashamed when Steve came out from the back fast, wanting to learn what was going on and whether she was safe or not.

Watching the man taunt people while everyone was looking at them with discomfort, Robin came face to face with the fact that she would never be expected. Looking at her with worry, Steve moved to stop the boys but before he'd do anything, you got up abruptly and rolled your sleeves before marching up at them.

"Hey dickhead! Do you think you can push people around easily!?"

Widening his eyes at you, he smirked and got away from the boys and opened his arms both ways. "Ohh, so the fierce girl of Hawkins is on their side huh? What are you gonna do, freak?"

Clenching your fists at your side, you stood your ground in front of them. You were a prey in front of the tall boy of the school, and Robin was scared.

She didn't want you to face the discrimination people like her faced with, she knew you. She knew your nature to protect the weak, she knew you wouldn't stop until this man let two boys go but she also knew you didn't know what was waiting for you.

Seeing your face contort with pain, litter with bruises would be the absolute death of her. She wanted you safe and if she needed to come in between this fight, then so be it. "Steve, please stop her... She doesn't know what's gonna- WHAT THE FUCK!"

Widening her eyes with shock, she was left frozen at what you did.

You punched his balls and threw him to the ground as if he was nothing but a rag doll.

Your panting figure looked like a fucking dream to her, looking like a scene out of an action movie almost. That's new, she thought gazing at you in awe. She could've continued if the boy didn't get up and Steve ran at you to protect you from that scumbag.

"You think you're hero or something? PEOPLE LIKE THEM DESERVE TO DIE! THEY'RE ABNORMAL, THEY WOULD NEVER BE ACCEPTED AND THEY'RE DOOMED TO DIE AND GET KILLED!!... Just like your brother..."

Smirking at his last sentence, he really thought he could've outrun you but what he did only spurred you on more. Snapping your eyes and getting on the man, you could hear that someone was calling the police while somebody else was trying to get you off of him. But amidst all the chaos and blood on your hands, you could make out a sweet voice calling from behind.

"Y/N, STOP! YOU WILL KILL HIM!"

And just like that, you stopped.

*****

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING,Y/N?! THAT BOY COULD'VE EVEN KILLED YOU IF IT WASN'T FOR STEVE! DON'T MOVE, I'M TRYING TO HELP!"

Wincing at the pain of her pressing a cotton on your ripped brow, you pouted at her while grabbing her waist thightly. She was standing between your legs and you were sitting on counter like a naughty kid who just caught on her act. The pain wasn't the problem, it was the fact that your crush was just one inch ahead of you that you could just kiss-

"I seriously can't believe how you punched that guy though... I thought he would die and you would go to jail and you're waay to young and pretty to go-"

"You think I'm pretty?"

Widening her eyes at her confession, Robin widened her eyes and accidently pressed too hard on your wound but fuck that, your crush called you pretty! Looking at her with a closed eye smile that made her swoon and be a puddle inside, she sighed and put everything back to its right place and sat down on the toilet seat.

There were so many things she wanted to ask. First, why was your mother not angry at what you did but actually supportive? And what did that boy mean when he said "like your brother"? Did you have a secret brother that she didn't know about? But you always told her everything about yourself, why did this one stay hidden?

"Y/N..."

Humming at her to continue while being in your blissful dreamland, still having the happiness of her calling you pretty, your happy face fell and Robin internally kicked herself for being the reason.

"What did he mean by 'like your brother'? Did you have a brother? Why did you never mention him before?"

You just looked at her face for a few second before your gaze fell to the ground and you fumbled with your fingers anxiously. Talking about your brother was something you ran away from for the longest time. It would pain you to talk right now, and you'd probably end up crying like a baby so, you took Robin's hand in yours and got out of your room to go to the one you've been running away from for 5 years now.

Entering the room with her, you knew she was confused as to why you were inside your supposedly brother's room but it was a new place and like everybody else who entered a new place, she looked around the room. It wasn't that different than any other boy's room. Some posters, mixtapes, a guitar and so on but what caught her attention and made her widen her eyes with shock was the photo on his desk.

The photo os two guys kissing each other.

"My brother used to love him... He would always come back happier than ever, and also bring him to our home a couple of times to hang out with me. I liked him too you know? Saw him as my brother..."

Holding the frame between her hands, she looked to see you sit on your brother's bed with a little ball in your hand. She understood that whatever happened to your brother was a serious one that scarred you deep and somehow this had to do something with the other boy.

She didn't want to rush you to talk so she just waited while looking down at the photo. The two of them looked so happy, it was inside a forest while some people were behind having a picnic. "It's little me and my mom by the way... My father left after my brother introduced his boyfriend after you know... His son being gay. So my mom divorced him and looked after us by herself for a long time but... everything changed after a fucking carnival. To cut it, a group of homophoebes cornered my brother and killed him. His boyfriend blamed himself and not so long after, he killed himself too... I lost two brothers at the same time just because some dicks couldn't accept their love..."

She widened her eyes and her tears started to blur her vision. She didn't have any words to say... What could she possibly say to someone who lost a lot? You looked so noncholant but she knew for the better that this was just an act. To look strong...

Words would fail her, feeling your pain as if it was hers with a clenching heart, she did what she does the most.

Hug you.

Feeling her soft arms around your body, your neck fitting in the crook of hers so nicely and feeling safe, you finally let the years of grief came crashing down on you and cried out in anger,sadness and hopelessnes. Your only life line was Robin now, when you wanted to spiral into a dark version of yourself, she was always the one you remembered and stopped yourself.

Her and her smiling face, her pout whenever you would prank her or her happy face whenever you two would hang out... All of them were the reasons for you to stay but the biggest one?

It was Robin Buckley herself.

Feeling your chest burn with agony, you thightened your hold on her which she responded the same. Patting your head while rubbing your back in soft circles, she now knew why you always fought with guys like the one you did previously today.

You just didn't want anybody else to feel the same pain you did.

"Y/N... I have something to say too. If today is the day we tell our deepest secrets, I wanna come clean too... I'm... I'm not into boys, I don't like them the way I was supposed to, I like-"

"Girls..."

Giving a shaky sigh at you, you parted slightly to look at her face which became red since she was holding herself back from crying to you. It was all too much, learning a new side of you and coming out to the second person who she had fallen in love with somewhere on the road, she didn't fear of rejection for the first time. It was different, when she came out to Steve after learning about his crush on her, it felt awkward and nerve-breaking but with you, it felt like being wrapped around silk and having her favorite sweet while cuddling with you kinda happiness.

She couldn't keep her love to herself anymore, even if she would be rejected in the end, she knew that you wouldn't throw her away from your life.

"Y/N, I can't keep doing this I- I love you, no I'm in love with you. I know that just because your brother was gay, it doesn't mean you would be one too but I just couldn't... after what I learnt and I-I hope you won't make fun- mhhm"

And the same feeling took over her fully when she felt your lips against hers. Humming into your mouth while cupping your cheek with shaky hands, she gasped when you pulled her closer to yourself by the waist. Kissing her felt true, not the kind of feeling you couldn't have with any boys you didn't like but with someone you loved with everything you had and everything you would have. Being with her made you whole and even if some people would give you hell, you were ready to fight with anyone so that the smile would stay on her face as long as you two lived...

Gasping for air after parting your ways, she looked at you as if you hung the moon while her hand's were caressing your curves and your face delicately. "Holy shit... that was..."

"One hell of an amazing kiss?"

"Yeah... Yeah, it was..."

Giggling like you used to after one of your pranks to someone at the first time you met, you just hugged and kissed each other at your brothers room. Laying down on his bed and looking at his ceiling, you felt Robin sneak a hand under your shirt to lay her cold hands flat on your tummy which you squealed at and tried to get away from her which only made her smirk playfully more.

"You know, your brother would be very proud to see this you. So strong and independent and also beautiful... And I'm proud of you too, for sticking around for me to fall in love with you... I love you so much..."

With tears in your eyes, this time out of happiness, you blinked and wiped them before kissing the crownn of her head and snuggle up to her.

"And I'm proud of you for accepting yourself, Robin... I love you too, I'd do anything to protect that pretty smile of yours..."

While sharing your love-filled words to each other, neither of you realized that your mother watched everything with tearful eyes and went to prepare you two's favorite dishes.

At least you could get the girl of your dreams and she only hoped that you two would have a long and happy life.

Together...

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loth-wolffe · 4 years ago

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YOU KNOW I HAD TO COME IN WITH COMMANDER FOX,,,, THE LAMP PROMPT PLEASE (5th) <3

- your murder husband

anything for my murder husband<3

The lamp prompt

Pairing: OUR BELOVED COMMANDER FOX x reader.

Word count: 1,1k (sorry it's just,,, i love him your honor) not proofread we die like men.

Warnings: makin out with the Commander 👀. i think i wrote the word shiet once (1) but i don't remember if I deleted it or what. there's also the possibility that a certain someone is going to steal something. implied sexy times at the end but nothin wild.

a/n: i didn't kill him anna don't worry i love him too much. hope you like this hubby<3

It was one of those days, where you felt the urge to do this particular something, an itchiness in your mind you needed to scratch, but this wasn't something you had in mind when you first wake up.

Fox was standing in front of you, a few inches away because there just wasn't enough room in th supply closet you had dragged him into less than two minutes ago.

"I need to tell you something," you say, hands starting to sweat with the thought of oh shit, you're actually doing it.

He doesn't move, and you hate that damn bucket he never seems to take off. The amount of times you had seen him without it in the Senate building were few, maybe two times, and only because he needed some caf in his system.

"Could you–" you stare at the black visor, and you shiver at how intimidating he looks, he tilts his head just a little, and it's unbelievable how even with a covered face and an undying silence, he can say so much. "Could you take that off, please?" you gesture the helmet with you hand, and you're surprised how quickly he follows.

It usually takes you more convincing.

But maybe it's your pleading eyes, or your nervous tone, maybe it's how you have pulled at your lobe six times now in the past minute.

You're met by two brown eyes, gentle, kind, with little expression lines on each side, his curls wiggle as they cascade down his forehead, they look messy, uncharacteristically tousled, he must've forgotten to gel his hair, the helmet not doing much to keep them in place.

It's worse, now that you can see his expression, because now, when you say the words out loud, you'll see the rejection in his face first.

"Uh," you smile awkwardly, "could you put it back on? It's making me anxious."

He says your name, a warning without a threat behind it, he's rushing you, in a way, but you understand, he doesn't have much time to spare, and yet he's making some for you.

"Right," you murmur, more to yourself than to him. "I..." you start, sucking a breath as you say it and letting it get caught on your throat as your eyes find his.

Expectant, awaiting. He looks beautiful, with his gray hairs starting to grow on the sides, and that wild single curl on his forehead that reminds you of a superhero from a movie you once saw, and he stands there, having no idea of all the things he does to you.

Your name rolls off his tongue again, and you swear you could hear it forever.

"Sorry," you chuckle, cheeks warming with embarrassment because only you, and only now, could forget what you were about to say with just taking a little glance of him.

In your defense, he is the prettiest man you had ever laid your eyes on.

"I don't... I don't really know how to say this, but–"

"Is this about the lamp I broke yesterday?"

You blink.

"What? No, it's– wait that was you?" He smiles sheepishly, and your heart jumps in your chest at how cute he looks.

He should be in prison, you think, for making you feel like this.

"I was going to replace it."

"You..." and you could've said so many things, you don't have to, you're okay, there's no need, you're the love of my life please marry me, but you don't, instead, you go, "don't even have credits."

He scoffs.

"The chancellor is renovating his office."

"You were going to steal, to the Chancellor, your boss, a lamp?"

"It's not stealing if he's going to throw it away." His tone is as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and you can't help but laugh. He's too pure sometimes, and your heart aches for him because he deserves so much better.

His commlink blinks with a new call and dread fills you, you haven't told him yet, he can't go.

When he's about to answer, you spill it, like some kind of word vomiting, quick and unstoppable.

"I love you."

Fox stops mid movement, index finger so close to the comm's button, eyes flying to find yours in case he hadn't heard right.

"What?"

"I uhm, I love you."

And before you know it, his lips are on yours, a sound that it's something between a moan and a whimper scapes from his throat, and it's everything you both hoped for, his lips are soft, slightly chapped, but they feel like heaven.

He explores your mouth with what feels like the time of the world, taking his time to savour every single movement, drunk on your touch.

A little groan leaves him when your fingers tug the small curls at the nape, and you wish to stay like this forever.

"I love you too," he mumbles into your mouth between kisses, "always have," his hand curls into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer, "always will."

It's not long before the comms crack to life, an awkward Commander, the Chancellor requested to see you, is heard from the other line and you suppose is a shiny.

He pulls away for enough time to reply a quick, sharp "copy that" before reconnecting your lips together, pushing you against the door.

And you could've thought about how different it's his voice when he speaks to anyone that isn't you, so authoritative, unyielding, and so tender with you, so willing, but it's the weight of his body against yours and the faint smell of his cologne that makes your head dizzy and you can't think straight.

You look at each other, and he pecks your lips, you think it's his goodbye, but it isn't.

"One more."

And he does, taking his time to get familiar with your touch, with how your lips feel, how they taste. It's intoxicating.

"Okay," but he can't get enough of you, not when you're so close, when he just got you. His lips find yours again. "I have to go." It's more for him than for you, his words floating in the air as they are left ignored when he dives in for another kiss.

"Fox," you murmur, a little, lovesick smile threatening to spill between his kisses, "you'll be late."

"I'll come over to your place later" He says, but it sounds more like a question, between sloppy kisses traveling from your lips to your neck and back, a breathy yes leaving your mouth as he finds that sweet spot in the skin of your throat. "Good," he says, lips brushing yours and it's embarrassing how addicted he already is to your kisses, to your touch, "can't wait to taste you properly."

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Hi! Could you make a oneshot where everyone is terrified of the hashiras except the kamaboko squad + Genya and Kanao? Basically a series of situations where a demon slayer sees one hashira being soft and kind around Tanjirou, and at the end the Hashiras are in a organization wide meeting, talking about important information about the uppermoons. Several kakushi suddenly rush to the butterfly estate, one of the kasugai crows inform the hashiras that Tanjirou was severely injured from a mission and has escaped the butterfly estate? He didn’t want to get healed because he wanted to greet the hashiras. Then they just all hear a thud at the corner, where Tanjirou passed out. The hashiras all freak out, they call a kakushi to take care of him and all follow him to the butterfly estate?

I love your oneshots btw!

The kakushi girl has learned a lot since that day at the butterfly estate; Tanjirou is special, there's something about him that makes every single hashira melt as soon as they see him.

Every. Single. One.

Even the scariest of them like the wind hashira. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

They're taking a break; she's in the dining room with a few slayers and a couple of kakushi. The Pillars will be arriving soon so they're eating what they can before leaving the place.

However, one of them takes two ohagi that were left on a plate even though they clearly belonged to someone. She's waiting for the ridiculous fight (sometimes demon slayers argue with each other for nonsense like that).

"That was Shinazugawa-san's" a girl informs the boy, who immediately pales after hearing that.

"Those are his favorites," says another.

"You'll be dead soon."

"Just tell him Tanjirou ate them," a boy with short, yellow hair she doesn't remember the name of says, still enjoying his rice balls.

"What? I thought you were Tanjirou's friend, Zenitsu!" Says the demon slayer girl, almost outraged. "Why do you want Shinazugawa-san to kill him?"

If the kakushi girl hadn't been on the butterfly mansion that day, she would've been glaring at the blond as well.

Zenitsu sighs.

"He won't kill him because it's Tanjirou and the Pillars would never hurt him. Seriously, haven't you noticed? Where have you been?"

No one believes him of course and the boy seriously considers running away but the hashira arrive before he can do anything and Shinazugawa realizes what happened immediately.

A few demon slayers manage to run away, but the boy gets caught by the wind hashira; he grabs him by the uniform to lift him from the ground like nothing.

At least he's not grabbing him by the neck.

"Who ate them? Was it you?" He growls. For a second the kakushi girl thinks the young demon slayer is going to faint out fear.

"It was me, Shinazugawa-san!" Tanjirou arrives just in time. "I'm so sorry! I can make you more if you want!"

The wind hashira releases the demon slayer, who hits the floor immediately and grimaces in pain.

"There's no need," Shinazugawa huffs. "I wasn't hungry anyway."

He walks away, but ruffles Tanjirou's hair when he passes next to him. Everyone, except the other Pillars (who are already trying to get Tanjirou to sit next to them) looks like they're in shock.

***

She kinda enjoys when someone realizes what's going on; it's fun to see the confusion on someone else's face when they catch a glimpse of Tomioka smiling softly at Tanjirou or Rengoku carrying the boy in his arms every time he sees him.

"Look," Kanao, the insect hashira's tsuguko, mumbles as she sits next to her. A group of demon slayers have been training with Tokito and it's been a nightmare for almost everyone. "This is my favorite part."

The mist hashira starts throwing rocks at the ones he thinks are not moving correctly as they practice with wooden swords.

She can hear the way they hiss in pain whenever a stone hits them.

"Are you sure I'm doing this correctly, Tokito-san?" Tanjirou asks, looking as puzzled as some of his fellows slayers. He's the only one who hasn't been hit by a rock. Not even once.

"Of course, Tanjirou!" The hashira grins at him, taking both his hands almost lovingly. "Your movements are perfect! Actually, you can take a break now."

His voice is soft as he encourages Tanjirou to go eat something, but as soon as he turns around to the others an unimpressed expression appears on his face.

"That's what you call training, you incompetent airheads? We're going to keep this until you can't stand anymore!"

***

Even though Uzui is constantly flirting with Tanjirou (who seems to be oblivious to everything) he's the one stopping other demon slayers from trying to do the same.

It's understandable confusing for the others to watch as the sound hashira narrows his eyes at them from above (he's ridiculously tall) and then turn at Tanjirou with flirty smile curling his lips up whenever the boy gets close to him.

However, he lets one of the young ones follow Tanjirou (like a lovesick puppy) around everywhere.

"Who's that?" She asks, she's become really good friends with Zenitsu and often looks for him because he's the one that knows the most about that situation. "And why haven't they–"

"He's Genya," Zenitsu frowns. "He's the only one allowed to do that because he's Shinazugawa-san's little brother."

Huh. So that's why he looks terrifying as well. Also, he doesn't look little at all; he's even taller than most of the Pillars. It's weird that he usually looks so grumpy and murderous and yet when Tanjirou turns to talk to him he acts like a twelve-year-old with a crush.

"Tanjirou has no idea, right?" She asks, even though she knows the answer already.

"Not at all."

***

She definitely doesn't expect to find Tanjirou passed out on the ground when she and a few of her fellow kakushi are called to the hashira headquarters.

It seems Tanjirou got injured during his latest mission, but he didn't listen to the kakushi advice and rushed to greet the Pillars as soon as he found out they were in the headquarters having a meeting.

And now he's unconscious and the hashira are surrounding the boy and looking like they're in pain. The first kakushi that gets closer to Tanjirou gets growled at by the flame hashira, who instinctively puts himself in the middle.

"I'm sorry," Rengoku apologizes immediately, like waking up from a dream. "I thought you were going to hurt him..."

It's like the hashira's protective instincts have suddenly grown exponentially.

None of the kakushi dare to get closer again. Tomioka gets desperate and takes Tanjirou in his arms. For the first time since she met him he doesn't have a neutral expression on his face.

He's worried, almost in despair.

"I'll follow you," he tells the kakushi.

They check his injuries as soon as Tomioka leaves him in one of the rooms. Kocho strokes Tanjirou's hair kindly, smiling softly before turning to face the others.

"He'll be fine," she informs them. "But we have to let him rest."

That they do, but they remain outside the room; some of them have to go on missions already but Kanroji promises to send them a message as soon as Tanjirou wakes up.

Quietly, the kakushi girl observes as they take turns to walk in the room and stay for a while with him. Rengoku likes to take Tanjirou's hand in his and kiss it gently as he mumbles something the kakushi girl can't hear.

Tomioka looks down at the boy like he doesn't care about anything else in the world. She knows now that he's the one that met him first and wonders what happened then.

It's strange how things can turn from "I don't even know who you are" to "you're the most important thing in my life. I'd do anything for you."

Kocho helps Tanjirou sit on the bed and wakes him up herself only to give him more medicine.

Kanroji sobs a little bit, but doesn't say much. Uzui pushes a kakushi aside so he can change Tanjirou's bandages himself.

When he finally wakes up completely, Shinazugawa is back.

"Don't you ever do that again!" It's the first thing he says, growling. "Running away from the butterfly mansion just to say 'Hi' to us? Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm sorry," Tanjirou chuckles, not even a little bit intimidated by the wind hashira's irritation. "I didn't feel that bad at the moment. I thought I was fine."

"You weren't," Tomioka scolds him, but softens his expression immediately after. "I'm glad you're okay now."

Rengoku takes Tanjirou in his arms and Kanroji gives him a kiss on the forehead before Tokito starts arguing that it's his turn.

While the other kakushi look at the scene in shock, she funds herself smiling at them. Then, she desperately wishes them happiness because it's always difficult and a bit hopeless to love so much in a world like the one they live in.

Love makes everyone vulnerable, even the strong and powerful ones.

***

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cinnaminsvga · 4 years ago

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🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

prev // part 11 // next masterlist here.

By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady.

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool.

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine.

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning.

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!”

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him.

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not.

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets.

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly.

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched.

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured.

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples.

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant.

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great.

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet.

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first.

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak!

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke.

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly.

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease.

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time.

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before.

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.

#btsghostie #bts social media au #bts smau #bts texts #bts fake texts #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader

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onmyyan · 4 years ago

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Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo x reader #yandere Joseph #yandere josuke #yandere Kira yoshikage #kira yoshikage #josuke higashitaka #yandere x y/n #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere mista #guido mista #yandere Joseph Jostar

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yououui · 4 years ago

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" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. " - but it's kurogane saying it! because you know he tried to stop himself before deciding this was just his lot in life and it was time to wife that boy

I accidentally wrote a 5 page fic of Kurogane just being a lovesick idiot enjoy

They sit in silence after Tomoyo leaves them. Kurogane wants to yell at her a bit because what the hell is she playing at dressing the mage like that?! but it turns out that cutting off an arm is exhausting and he doesn’t have the energy to fight her. He does give her a glare as she exits the room and she winks back at him.

Tea is brought for them eventually and Fai carefully pours them each a warm glass. “How are you feeling?” Fai asks while handing Kurogane his cup, the first words spoken since he socked Kurogane upside the head.

Kurogane shrugs, a natural instinct that proves to be a mistake as pain shoots across his left side. Fai notices his wince and moves closer in concern, like he thinks Kurogane will need to be caught before fainting, but Kurogane waves him off. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“And in pain,” Fai says. He almost sounds angry, but the sad look on his face betrays his tone.

“It’s not that bad,” Kurogane tells him instead. “As long as I don’t move too much.”

Fai regards the empty sleeve hanging at Kurogane’s side and the white bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. “You’re such… an idiot,” He says eventually. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Thought I made it clear a while ago,” Kurogane responds, as easily as ever. “I’ll do anything to protect the people I love.”

Fai laughs, though it sounds more like a sob, and shakes his head. “If you love me then you’re even more of an idiot.”

“Trust me, I know,” Kurogane says. When Fai lifts his eye, Kurogane offers him a small smile just so the idiot doesn’t get the idea in his head that Kurogane is serious. Somehow, even for as upset as he is, it gets Fai to smile weakly as well. That gives Kurogane the encouragement he needs to continue. “Y’know mage, I’m trying so hard—I’ve been trying for a while, but…”

But…?

When did it start exactly? When did the annoyance towards the insufferable man sitting beside him turn into curiosity? When did he begin finding himself wanting to know more about him—when did he begin to care?

He can’t be certain but Outo springs to mind first. The moment Fai’s casual admittance that he wanted to die spiked anger in Kurogane. Anger not towards Fai, as Fai believed, but towards the mere idea of him going through with it. And the moment he saw the mage’s ribbon on the ground, no body to be seen as demons surrounded him and that anger returned like a tsunami wave engulfing him until he could barely see or breathe.

And the relief when he saw the idiot was actually alive. And the frustration at himself for feeling so relieved for someone that didn’t care about Kurogane or himself. Kurogane knew that it was pointless to let himself be interested in the mage; Fai was a liar that carefully kept them all at arms length and Kurogane had no idea who he would see when the mask finally fell.

But he didn’t want Fai to die. As grating as Fai could be, Kurogane wanted him to stick around. He didn’t care about Fai’s past, but he wanted to understand him more. He wanted to know what he liked—liquor, music, cooking, annoying Kurogane, cats, dogs?—and what he disliked—hangovers, waking up early, pickles, personal questions, green tea. He wanted to understand what had Fai so guarded, what had him so afraid, and he wanted Fai to understand that he could let the walls down every now and then, that Kurogane would protect him from whatever he was running from.

And then Yama, Piffle, Lecourt, seeing those walls break down brick by careful brick. Feeling the strength of Fai’s magic for the first time as it engulfed them, the sheer power of it suffocating and brilliant. And Kurogane felt a brief spark of hope that maybe, maybe, Fai was beginning to learn that caring wasn’t such a bad thing.

And then the fear that came with the weight of Fai’s limp body in his arms, the way his blood fell like morbid tears and stained usually flawless skin. Kurogane had felt that once before as a child, the night his life was burned to ruins but he still refused to let his mother go. Kurogane also refused to let Fai go; he needed to feel the mage’s breath and heartbeat, no matter how weak. He needed to know with certainty that Fai was still alive.

It may have began earlier, but it was then that he realized that his minor curiosity had grown into something he couldn’t control or bury or pretend not to notice. In that moment, his worldview narrowed down until he could only see Fai, the noises around them dulled except for Fai’s wavering breath and weak voice, and suddenly anything else he’d ever wanted didn’t seem to matter. He made the wish and paid the price and bound himself to Fai, a man who would keep running seemingly forever.

Well then, to hell with Nihon—he could find a new home or wander around new worlds with Fai until the day he died. He could give up his own life, tear out his own heart, anything it would take to keep that idiot alive for one more day.

It was only after it was over and the price paid that Kurogane reminisced about his parents and realized that there was a word for what he was feeling.

“But I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you.”

Fai says nothing but the breath he takes is sharp enough to cut the stillness around them. Because sure, Kurogane loved him, he cared, they were friends after all. But to fall in love…

It was something he knew he shouldn’t feel as soon as he realized it. He knew he should avoid it. If he tried to pursue someone who did not want to be chased, it would only end in disaster.

And gods did he try to stop it before it reached that point. Kurogane had heard of heartbreak of course, through others lamenting the loss of their beloved or reading about it in books, but he’d never experienced it himself. He didn’t understand how such a feeling could overwhelm someone completely and scoffed at characters in stories that threw themselves from high windows or drank poison rather than live a day without their love.

But then he felt it, that hot knife of rejection stabbing him straight through the chest. Each cold word and hostile glare twisted the blade until he was certain his heart had been crushed to a gruesome, mangled mess, and yet there were still tender bits of it left for Fai to sink his claws into. And then Kurogane understood the windows and the poison and honestly, he’d rather cut off his other arm than ever experience that again.

But at least Fai was alive. At least he was there, and Kurogane would take the bitter pain and more for Fai. Only for Fai.

Kurogane chuckles to himself now, the entire thing so miserable it’s almost humorous. If the person he was before Tomoyo cast him away could see him now, he’d probably call himself a moron, just like those characters in the stories. Kurogane never knew one person could change him so much. “Even when you hated me, I couldn’t help it.”

Fai’s head falls forward and he digs the heel of his palm into his eye as if it could shove his tears back inside. His other hand trembles and fists his kimono so tightly, Kurogane is worried he’ll tear right through the silk.

“I never—hated you,” Fai gasps, shoulders trembling. Kurogane feels bad for making Fai cry—Fai’s cried a lot recently. It comforts Kurogane to hear the truth, though, and he thinks the mage needs it. He has about five lifetimes of tears built up. “I couldn’t. So I tried to make you hate me but—gods, even after all I did... how I treated you…! You still wouldn’t...”

Kurogane turns his body a bit so that he can reach Fai with his right hand. He ruffles Fai’s hair and the indignant squeak Fai lets out as his head is pushed down feels entirely worth it. “Guess we’re both idiots then,” Kurogane tells him quietly.

Fai peers up at him through his hair that Kurogane has made a mess of. His face is shining with tears, his cheeks splotched red and his eye swollen and Kurogane marvels that such a beautiful person could ever exist in the mortal world.

Fai weakly—playfully—swats Kurogane’s hand away and wipes his sleeve against his cheeks. Kurogane snorts, humored that the outfit Tomoyo carefully picked for Fai to wear for a very specific reason has been reduced down to a rag to dry his face. “I think Kuro-sama must be on all kinds of strange medicine,” Fai says with a fragile but honest smile. “He’s in such a good mood and saying all kinds of weird things.”

“Mm. Don’t expect to hear this shit when I wake up tomorrow,” Kurogane tells him with a nod. He’s still smiling though, smiling like a lovesick idiot with hearts in his eyes but damn it he’s been through too much and has almost lost Fai too many times to care about it now. Hearing the slightly teasing tone in the mage’s voice and seeing him here, alive and at Kurogane’s side, soothes his torn up heart and begins stitching the pieces back together.

Fai’s smile grows as well, the fragile edges chipping away and leaving behind a look of pure happiness Kurogane has never seen on him before. Fai reaches over, letting go of his own kimono to grab the empty sleeve of Kurogane’s. “I’m sorry,” He says. “And thank you. But never do something like this again.”

“Don’t almost get yourself killed again and I won’t have to,” Kurogane tells him, grinning.

Fai nods, still smiling. “Fine. You’ll live a long, long life with me by your side, Kuro-sama. I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

It’s probably the strangest proposal in the history of any world, but it’s one Kurogane is happy to accept.

#kurofai

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princessjungeun · 4 years ago

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Hey Beautiful: Jennie x Reader

Request: Hii :) i have a request for jennie x femreader, where the reader is a famous idol and Jennie has a crush on her. They attend the same award show and at the end when they are backstage the reader asks Jennie for her number. Then they go on a date or something just cute stuff (fluff i guess😅)

A/N: I’ll write a continuation of this if you’d like for the date part :D

Awards show season was in full swing and you were to attend the MAMAs tonight. It was your first time attending without a date, usually your best friend tagged along but she was working the night shift at her job so she couldn’t make it.

You were already in your dress and your glam team was getting your hair and makeup done before you were to leave. This had been going on for hours and you were simply exhausted and hungry, the only thing keeping you going was knowing that you’d be seeing some friends of yours later in the evening.

It took two hours but eventually your hair and makeup were finished and you were cleared to leave. Your manager sat across from you in the car, a smile on his face as she teasingly asked, “so anyone you’re excited to meet in particular?”

You knew exactly what he meant, there was one person that had showed an interest in meeting you for months, Kim Jennie. To be honest when she said she was your fan in an interview, you were a little surprised. Despite being one of the most popular female soloists at the time, you were still shocked when you heard artists you looked up to liked you.

Jennie in particular had mentioned on many occasions that you were her ideal type and she’d date you if she had the chance. Blinks and your fans shipped the two of you heavily as well. Most of the time you hated when you were shipped with people you never met because it made for uncomfortable times when you actually did happen to meet them. It’d happened in the past when people shipped you with a popular member of a boy group, he was to produce a song with you. However with all of the shipping flying around, you didn’t want to risk you or him getting involved in a scandal that would just add fuel to the fire. But with Jennie you entertained it, saying you’d date her too and she was your ideal type as well. Fans had been praying for an interaction for the longest and you knew you two were probably going to cross paths tonight.

Once you’d walked the red carpet and avoided falling on your face, you were escorted inside to find your seat. The idols on the plus couch across from you were TWICE, the girls greeted you warmly, especially Nayeon who happened to be a close friend of yours.

She scooted closer to you, and started catching you up on everything that had happened in the past month because you two hadn’t talked in a bit. You were both performing tonight, she wasn’t nervous whereas you were for the first time.

Before Nayeon got up she nudged you gently, using her head to point you towards a familiar idol. You squinted, having forgotten your contacts at home, you realized it was Jennie, sitting with her members and talking to them. Nayeon stated, “I’m gonna call her over.”

You panicked, “No no, not yet. Don’t call her over- Nayeon I sweat to god-” YOur friend only laughed, waving the girl down and mouthing to her from afar. You froze, trying to look everywhere but at Jennie, this was not how you wanted to meet her for the first time. Giving up, you hid your face in Nayeon’s shoulder, your face beet red as you laughed, the rest of Twice laughing and teasing you playfully.

Nayeon patted your head, “she’s gone.”

You peeked from her shoulder to make sure she was serious and not playing a prank, and she was. Jennie was now talking to Irene, facing the other direction and not paying you any mind.

Nayeon told you, “you’re gonna need to work on that. She also said you’re cute...you missed it while you were hiding.”

You smacked her shoulder and said, “I wouldn’t have had to hide if you just left her alone in the first place Nay. That was so embarrassing please never put me through that traumatizing experience again.” She sighed and said “okay fine, but you should talk to her before the night ends. She really does like you.”

Nayeon scooted back towards her members and you focused straight ahead for the stage. As performances went on and awards were given out, you felt your heart race knowing that your big performance was coming up.

A staff came and got you from your seat to escort you backstage during a break. Your manager was already in your dressing room with your stylist, both of them getting everything you need for your performance. Your dancers were warming up as well in a corner.

You changed and start to warm up your vocals as well as your body, it was a new song and a new choreography which you’d never performed in front of such a large audience. The dance break was what you were most worried about because you hadn’t had a lot to time to practice in your shoes so you were afraid of messing up and hurting yourself.

Your manager noticed the look on your face, “Hey don’t be nervous. Everyone in that crowd is your fan. You could go out there and just breathe into the mic and everyone would still lose their shit. So go out there and do your thing, I’ll be watching from in here. You’ll do great, stop worrying babe.” He always knew the right thing to say, he was like your best friend and soulmate all at the same time.

You hugged him, “Thank you, I’ll meet you back in here when I’m done.”

The dancers pulled you into a huddle, putting your hands together you all yelled, “1-2-lets get it.” You all broke and made your way towards the stage where a staff last minute checked your IEMs and mic to make sure they were working.

You took a deep breath before making your way to the stage, the lights dimmed before the song started. Looking at your dancer they gave you a subtle nod, and smile giving you the last bit of confidence that you needed.

During your performance all of your nerves melted away. You hit every note and move perfectly, gaining a huge reaction for the audience. The deafening sound of fans and other idols cheering you on only made your confidence rise, and it showed throughout your performance. When you were done almost everyone was standing up, even the idols as they cheered for you.

After you were off of the stage you pulled your IEMs and mic pack off, handing them to your manager so you could go and change once more. Your second outfit was different, more elegant yet subtle. You changed your shoes to a pair of sneakers, relived that you could finally get out of heels.

As your stylist touched up your makeup and hair you remembered that Blackpink was preforming in a bit. You wondered if you’d see Jennie back here, Nayeon did mention that she would probably be here when you got off the stage.

Your questions were answered on the way back out to the audience because you ran into Jennie. The woman was passing you, looking down at her phone as she was walking.

She looked up from the device to bow as she walked by, “Oh! Y/N hey!” she beamed as she tucked her phone in her back pocket. Although she knew she had to be somewhere she didn’t care, she wasn’t going to miss her opportunity

You looked her over and tried to not let your eyes linger on her very toned abs for a second too long. She told you sweetly, “you did amazing earlier, you looked stunning.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks the longer she looked into your eyes, you stuttered out, “t-thanks...you’re going to kill it out there, more than me definitely.”

Just as she was about to respond Jisoo called down the hall for her, waving her over with a clearly impatient manager.

Jennie quickly turned to you and asked, “hey, I know this is the first time we met but can I have your number? Maybe we could go out sometime?” Her hand rested comfortably on your arm, a subtle touch that still made your heart burst inside.

You nodded, “yeah, sure. I’d really like that.” Quickly she whipped out her phone and you put in your number, saving your name with a red heart emoji.

Jennie smiled, “I’ll text you later.”

You told her with a shy smile, “okay, good luck out there.”

Jennie kissed your cheek, “thanks beautiful, i’ll see you out there.” She walked past you and to her members and managers who were waiting for her.

You touched your cheek and smiled before following a staff member that was to take you back to your seat. When you got back Nayeon took one look at you before bursting out laughing. You frowned, “what?”

Your friend replied, “run into Jennie did you?”

You asked, shocked at how she already knew, “wha- how did you know?”

Nayeon swiped her thumb over your cheek a few times before pulling away, showing you the faint lipstick stained on her skin, “She isn’t exactly the most subtle.”

You poked Nayeon’s neck with a smirk, “Well turns out you and Jeongyeon aren’t either, Nay.” Her face flushed red as she pulled the collar of her top up and brushed her hair around her neck, you let out a laugh earning a slap on the arm from her. The two of you went back and forth playfully until the lights dimmed indicating Blackpink coming on to perform.

You watched intently as the girls performed Lovesick Girls, Jennie staring at you as she sang that last part, winking in your direction as she made the heart gesture with her hands. You couldn’t help but smile back at her, trying to hold back how flustered the simple gesture.

At the end of the night you were finally home and able to check your phone and as promised, Jennie did reach out to you. The message read:

Unknown Number: Hey beautiful, I’m sorry I couldn’t see you more tonight. But I can make it up to you by taking you to that new art exhibition downtown. Are you free next Saturday?

You typed back quickly, not caring if it made you look desperate or like you were watching your phone: Don’t apologize, nights like these are hectic and unpredictable. I am free and I’m more than happy to go, thank you <3

You quickly updated her contact to Jennie and broke into a happy dance when she told you what time she’d come pick you up. You’d been dying to check out the art exhibition since you found out it was coming to town but tickets sold out before you could get the chance. So not only were you going on a date with your crush, but also to check out what you’d been dying to see for weeks.

You flopped onto your bed and sighed, relieved that the day was finally over and that you were able to end it on a positive note.

#kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink jennie

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pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

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Arinn (Vοσταλγία Winter Blurb)

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Arinn: fireplace, hearth (Old Norse)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: Winter Blurb #4. Pillowtalk and annoying priestess soft Ivar, that’s about it.

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: nope, just fluff and my writing lol. Teeny tiny bit of suggestive whatevers towards the end.

A/N: Yeah, idk what this is, but I’m Marie Kondo-ing the shit out of Nostalgia atm, so, since it sparked joy, I wrote it, and now imma share it cause why not, hopefully it sparks joy in you!

“Ivar?”

There’s few things Ivar likes more than his name on your lips, the way your voice forms around the short word, the still notable accent present even then. But, right now, it is not something he wants to hear.

But you are nothing if not insufferably stubborn. Determined, you’d call it, but Ivar prefers to call it by what it is.

“Ivar?” You move closer, and though he keeps his eyes closed you pay no mind. Your hand on the side of his face is soft and slightly cold. Again, waking up to your soft touches and your body pressed against his is something he’d kill for…but on the morning, not the middle of the night. You insist, voice breathy by his ear, “My love?”

“What.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can,” He retorts, still refusing to open his eyes. “Let me.”

“Do you still believe it?” You ask him, and Ivar bites back words of how it is the middle of the night and you both should really be sleeping, and instead turns to lay on his side with a sigh. He opens his eyes to find you wide awake, a slight furrow in your lips that tries and fails at hiding a smug smile. By all the Gods, the things he puts up with for you.

“Believe what?” He questions, not caring about stopping himself from reaching for you, trailing up and down your arm with the back of his fingers. You are always slightly cold to the touch, and at his weakest he thinks it fitting that you feel like relief from burning flames under his touch.

“That it was Fated, that…that the Gods somehow intervened for us to meet.”

“Do you?” He asks instead of giving an answer. You notice, of course you do, that he is deliberately choosing not to answer your question, but past a look that tells him he hasn’t fooled anyone, you don’t mention it.

He wants it to be true, if he is honest. On nights like these, especially now that these nights are not promised to one day be remembered as a relic of the past that has long since left him amongst those flames your cold skin saves him from; he almost believes it to be true. It seems impossible otherwise, that you are here now, that you love him and you chose him, if it wasn’t somehow mandated by the Gods that heard him too many times curse his weakness while pleading for reprieve.

If somehow the Gods sent you to him, as a reward or something else -a punishment, his sleep-addled mind complains-; then it is easier to accept it is something he can keep. The idea that it was something he did that made you stay, that made you choose him, is strangely terrifying, even if the alternative leaves him powerless, because it means there is something he can do to make you leave, to make you choose a life without him in it.

You reach with your hand for the amulet of Thor that hangs from your neck, a habit you haven’t let go of even if it is no longer your Gods that are represented in your pendant, as you consider his question.

“I don’t know,” You muse, voice quiet. Ivar lets his eyes fall closed as he offers a quiet hm of his own, a prompt for you to continue. Your voice, warm and comforting, washes over him as you say, “I was taught that the Gods may choose what happens to us, but we decide if or how we let it change us. That is something the Fates cannot decide for us.”

“Your Fates…Moirai?”

“You remember.” You whisper, almost to yourself. He hears the smile in your voice, and it fills him with pride to be the reason behind that softness in your tone, behind that openness in your smile.

“Mhm. The three women.”

“They are three women for you too, aren’t they?” He replies with another sound, something that he thinks sounds vaguely affirmative, and lets you continue talking. “Bend to the Fates, but don’t let them break you. My mother and father told me that, one of the only lessons I remember from them.”

“What is it supposed to mean?”

“I have no idea.” You reply honestly. Ivar chuckles tiredly, and you offer a breathed laugh to accompany it.

“Since there aren’t lessons to answer it…what do you believe, hm?”

He almost wants to ask himself at which point he decided he was the one after answers instead of you, but he doesn’t much care for it. He does care for your answer, though.

“If the Gods, if…if Freyja or Despoina are the reason I am here…it doesn’t matter,” You find your resolve halfway through your words, and Ivar can feel his lips pulling into a faint smile. You adjust in your place, quickly regretting it when you let a cold breeze under the warm furs, and so move closer to him. He likes it when you do that, when you burrow close to him and seek his warmth. It makes him feel…powerful, in some roundabout way. Like you need him as much as he needs you, like you can trust him to take care of you. You pull back slightly to look at him, and he blinks past the lure of sleep and forces his eyes to focus on you. You offer a small smile, “They are not the reason I stay.”

He finds himself smiling back, like the lovesick fool that you’ve made out of him; but after a breath narrows his eyes and points out,

“We could talk about this come morning.”

“We are already talking about it,” You retort, shrugging one shoulder. “We ought to finish the things we start, my love.”

He takes a deep breath. He knows that just by retorting with something he will be doing exactly what you want him to, which is staying awake and keeping you company, but he is too tired to think of a strategy around it now.

So, he insists, “Not really.”

“You were the one telling me to finish what I start a couple of nights ago, if I remember correctly.”

Ivar knows what you are talking about, mostly because he can identify that smug little tone in your voice. In the dim light of the morning, he had your legs wrapped around him and you were moaning quietly against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue, but you were interrupted and you just…left. Ivar grew increasingly frustrated during the rest of the day, and he is certain -even if you deny it- that at some point near the afternoon you noticed, and you started making it worse by lingering more than usual on your touches, putting a bit more force in your kisses. He knows at some point during the night, when he finally had you to himself, half-mad with lust he grunted by your ear how you better finish what you start. He still remembers the way the dark and hoarse laugh you let out made a shiver run down his spine.

He grits his teeth, and insists, “Not the same.”

You remain silent for a couple of breaths, and it is enough to intrigue him into opening his eyes again. He finds you smiling a little wickedly, and can’t help the thrill that look sends down his spine.

Another little shrug, and you offer, “It could be.”

Ivar rolls his eyes, “Go to sleep.”

“Sex would help me sleep.”

“Would it help you stay quiet?”

“I don’t know if you want that. You always say you want to hear me m-…”

Ivar interrupts you, leaning forward to capture your mouth in his, cupping the back of your head and bringing you closer to him. He pretends not to feel you smiling smugly against his lips.

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