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may i have this dance? | pjs

synopsis -› you and park jongseong have always gone to proms together that it’s criminal for you not to, however, there’s this one year where someone happens you steal your best friend before you can even begin to prepare your matching outfits. even after the twists and turns of your friendship, do you still see him as a friend, or would you risk years of friendship to love him like how he’s loved you?

pair -› childhood best friend!jay x fem-pres!reader

release date -› 2-13-22 (RIGHT BEFORE VALENTINES)

genre -› fluff, mutual pining, bit of angst, slow burn I THINK, they’re just both dumb sorry not sorry, prom/formal au, neighbors au

trope -› friends to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers

wc -› 7.8k

cw -› y/n not knowing why she’s jealous, food consumption and mention, cursing, self doubt, they’re basically a couple idk what to tell u, the prom is there for two scenes and then they overthink for the rest of it idk how it got this long

There were plenty of ways to go about your day, and moping seemed to be the best one.

You were stuck in bed, consumed by the sheer frustration after hearing the news from a few moments ago. You’re going to prom. Alone. Obviously, there were bigger things in life. Your semester finals. The physics exam you had to study for, but those tests could’ve been resolved and dealt with later. But this? This was not your normal road-block. This was the dead end.

Prom’s been such a big deal that you don’t remember life without it. Whether it was winter formals or spring dances, you and Jay had always been together no matter the circumstances. But you knew it would have happened, you knew that Doyeun was going to ask Jay to go to the dance, so why would it feel so icky to see him say yes? You tried to focus on something else instead of thinking about it too much. She’s your friend, after all.

“You’re just friends, right?” She continues, making sure she’s hearing you correctly.

Disheartedly, you reaffirm, “Yep.” It sounds foreign to even your ears.

“So it would be fine if I asked him to the dance, right?” Doyeun’s words cut sharper than you imagined, running through some chord of jealousy and stopping right above your heart.

“Yeah, you can ask him out. I’m sure he’d love to go.” She pauses, noticing the almost sarcastic tone of your voice.

Doyeun looks worriedly at Gia before returning her attention to you. “_____, if you want to go with him, you can, y’know. We’re your friends, we’re not going to-“

You shake your head in denial. “Nope! It’s fine. You can go and ask him to the dance.” Gia and Doyeon, two of your closest friends ever since middle school, try their best to comfort everyone involved.

“I won’t ask him if it gets in the way of our friendship.” Doyeun adds, trying her best to reassure you before things tumble out of her reach.

Gia chimes in, watching your star-fished figure on the bed with caution. “We’re your friends before we’re two girls who want to go to the dance and maybe ask Jay. So if you have an issue that’s more than jealousy, then you have to tell us. I don’t have to ask Jay to the dance, but I don’t want to lose you.”

You mull her words over, frustration racking your brain. Why were you so on edge about the whole idea of you not going to prom with him? Is it tradition that you go with him? No, because two years ago, you went with a boy who treated you well, before leaving you to call Jay for help, albeit a bit pathetically. So it shouldn’t have been the ideal that you two would always show up together. But you do know that it wouldn’t affect your friendship with your two friends. And that Jay is merely your best friend, so it shouldn’t matter who he dates.

Your internal monolog finally lets you come to a resolution. “I understand, and I don’t see why I should be getting jealous over it when he’s just my friend. So yeah, you can ask him, and I’ll be fine with it. Promise.” You tell them, firmly. Doyeun nods, before you all change the subject to something more lighthearted.

The small, but audible voice in your head says, you can always go with someone else, which is honestly not a bad idea. And asking Sim Jake, one of Jay’s friends and rugby extraordinaire, out to prom is a lot easier than you expected, when you were ready to face rejection and someone who already asked the popular boy out before you could’ve.

Jake smiles and nods, agreeing to your offer. “Jay isn’t going?” He asks carefully, knowing that by agreeing, he might’ve just signed himself a death wish.

“He’s got another date to go with.” You admit, fidgeting with your fingers.

The boy acknowledges the new information before speaking up. “As much as I think you’re pretty cool, I don’t like you romantically. Plus, I think you and Jay have something going on, so I just want to make it clear before we agree to this.” You break into a grin at how his words lay out like a business contract.

You agree nonetheless, thankful he brought up the topic before you could butcher it yourself. “Same here,” you note. “And me and Jay are just friends, so don’t worry about getting in the way of anything. But I still think we should just go as friends, just to avoid getting into anything unnecessary.” While the both of you make small talk and come to an agreement on where your feelings lie, your friends are left wondering where you went after a rushed disappearance. But you’re left to question if there’s really nothing Jake would be getting in the way of.

By the time you reach your first class, Jay slides into the seat next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder- a small habit of his. “Where were you?” He questions, the pout evident on his lip. You shove him off playfully as you look up at the board for instructions. “I was with Jake, since you’re so curious.”

In his many years of life, there is no way Jay is actually jealous when he hears you say those words.

He evaluates himself thoroughly. You’re his friend, you can talk to whomever you want, he knows that, so why does he feel a pang in his heart when he sees you offer him a small smile? Maybe it’s a pitied one. Maybe you’ve started to date the boy you mentioned and in turn, have to turn down every prom you’ve been to together from here on out. He’s jumping to conclusions so quickly that even he knows he should stop- that he shouldn’t care, and that there are other things in the world like who you ask out to prom.

He makes a mental note to talk to Doyeun about why she asked him to accompany her in the first place.

Incoming video call from the man the myth the legend!

You chuckle quietly at the contact which you haven’t changed since brunch last week. You accept his call, and as the two sides are connecting, you prop your phone up against your lamp and wave when his screen appears. He grins at the camera and waves back, pushing up his glasses and continuing to write. You roll your eyes and look back at your laptop.

“Hello to you, too.”

Jay hums without looking at the camera, his eyes darting between what you assume is his textbook and notebook. With a huff, you lean back in your chair, feeling a bit frustrated at how he initiated the call but barely spent any time acknowledging you.

“Why’d you call if you’re just going to do your notes?” You ask, pretending to be annoyed.

“I was bored.” He answers. “Plus, I want you to quiz me on chemistry.”

You spin around in your chair aimlessly. “Then why’d you call? You know you could’ve come over.” You offered, leaning your chin on your hands once you’ve completed a full circle. Jay smiles and puts his pencil down, reaching for his cup and taking a sip of what you assume is his new obsession with corn husk tea.

“Calling with you feels different.” He insists, using his pencil as some sort of pointer. Unconvinced, you do another turn in your rotating chair to potentially dizzy yourself from the twisting feeling in your stomach. You like that he tells you he enjoys your company. That he chooses you as his friend.

Playfully, you roll your eyes and bring the phone to your bed, where you exit out of the call screen and to your nearest social media app. “Just come over. My parents are over at the Jung’s helping his mom prepare for the weekend barbecue.”

Jay shakes his head and you groan dramatically before dropping your phone to the side of your pillow.

“Was this about the mistletoe thing?” You refer to the party your family hosted almost a decade ago, where you and Jay were walking out of your room before being interrupted by people telling you to kiss. The adults laughed and you hurriedly pecked him on the cheek before running away in eight-year-old embarrassment.

“You don’t get it!” He objected somewhere off screen. “Dad was talking about it for weeks, ‘oh did you hear my son got his first kiss’ ‘oh guess what Jay got a girlfriend,’ it would never stop!” He mimics, finally walking into view and scowling at your laughter ringing from the other side.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” With a wave of playful dismissal, you find a pair of sweatpants and text your mom that you’d be going to Jay’s. Being on call with him was nice, but interrupting him midway or swatting his arm was something that just didn’t have the same effect on video. “Okay, news flash, but since you’re too scared to come over, I’m heading over right now.”

“You what?” He violently protests, and right after, you hear the shifting of books and shuffling of bedsheets. He still stays on call with you, though, and you bite your lip from smiling at the endearing gesture.

“I’m going to hang up.” You inform him, closing your front door.

“I’ll tell my mom not to open the door.” He snips. You laugh, putting on your sandals and making your way over. He’s just around the corner, and the call ends as soon as you reach his door.

Jay knows immediately that you’re here when his mom’s cheery voice rings from across the expanse of his homes. He hears, “Yeah, of course, Jay’s just upstairs, but his room might be messy.” coming from his mother, and he feels just a bit more of himself die when you laugh.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, huh?” You joked. “I brought the chips you like.” He grins widely at the orange bag , and makes grabby hands for it. Rolling your eyes, you toss him the snack and sit on his bed.

“Did you already finish your work?”

You remind Jay, “I didn’t enroll in that dumb chemistry class like you did.” He frowns and opens the chips. The boy offers some for you, and you quickly shake your head. He turns a blind eye to your jab as to what additional classes he takes this semester, and focuses on scouring his table for the index cards he’s memorized.

Wordlessly he passes them to you, and you lean on the pillows, beginning to read out the terms and quizzing him on the definitions.

When you two have run through the set twice, you place it down and and walk over take a sip out of the bottle of tea he has on his desk. “See? Me coming over would’ve been better than you having to send me the online version and making me read them aloud.” You reason. Jay rolls his eyes.

“Thank you.” He tells you instead. His eyes shine with sincerity, and you send him a small smile.

“Of course.” Reaching for your phone, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you scroll through your variety of apps and he cleans up the remnants of his studying. The textbooks make their way to the shelf and the notebooks have their share of eraser shavings- ones that are dusted off and forgotten once Jay puts the spiral bound book into his backpack.

At the thought of prom, after seeing a friend post her outfit, you break the silence.

“What are you wearing to prom?” You call out.

His eyes brighten excitedly, and you wish you would’ve asked him to the dance. He fishes out the crisp suit from his closet and shows you the details excitedly, from the flashy collar to the pretty marbled buttons that he noticed when he first saw the outfit. Jay has a special knack for clothes- especially during these events. In junior year, you two went shopping for almost a whole day, spending so much of your time just for one night of fun.

But you like it that way. You like it when he feeds you cinnamon covered pretzel bites and points to the next store down.

That day, he picked out a dress that perfectly complemented your features and his own attire, leaving you breathless at the way you two paired up together.

He shows you the shoes, courtesy of his dad, who ordered a pair a size too small. Instead of returning it, Jay took the opportunity to show off the high end brand that matches quite well with his slacks.

In short, Jay was going to look good.

Why couldn’t Doyeun just ask out Gia? Why did Gia have to go with the girl from your AP history class? Why couldn’t you ask Jay first?

You smile nonetheless, complimenting his style and mirroring his pleased expression. He shows you the tie and makes you feel the soft material before folding it neatly and putting it back where it was.

You don’t hate your best friend for asking your other best friend to a dance. You hate yourself for getting so worked up because of it.

The special day nears faster than he expects, and he’s already picking up his date before heading to the venue where the event is taking place.

As someone who’s attended every winter formal and spring dance, he could say that he knew his way around the ordeal.

Prom is fun. Prom is simple. Prom is enjoyable with the right person.

You nor Jay hadn’t hated your evenings so far. There was nothing wrong with Doyeun or Jake, but Jake wasn’t your best friend, and to Jay, you weren’t Doyeon. Jake had been honest in the sweetest ways possible, telling you that you looked nice today, or later on, when he confessed to probably sticking alongside Sunghoon more often than not. When you told Jake you were headed out for a drink, he gave you a curt nod before turning back to talk to his friends.

Jay knew from the start that Doyeun didn’t ask because she was interested in him; there was some exterior motive to her saccharine voice that wasn’t romantic. “You like her, huh?” Doyeun asks the boy, already knowing the answer. “I can see you keep looking at her.”

He nods guiltily at your friend's words, averting his gaze and holding her hands as the music keeps playing. She laughs at the poor boy, and swats him across the forehead, looking over at you sipping your cold drink and listening to whatever Jake and his friends are saying. Doyeun has in inkling that you like your best friend, too. You’re always smiling when she catches you two together. Whether it's a joke you make or something he says, it always has you frowning and punching his arm with mock irritation. And while you talk animatedly to Jake, there’s something about it that doesn’t reach your eyes like how they twinkle around Jay, and she’s positive you and the rugby player are merely friends.

At this point, Doyeun should be a detective.

She glances at Jay, who’s sporting a slight pout beside her. “You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.” She tells him, being honest. At her words, he lets go and steps to the side a bit, watching as you rub your arm before taking a quick look at the exit. The place is nice, the food is good, and you’re having a good time with your friends, but you don’t think it compares to when you're centimeters away from Jay and haphazardly stepping on his shoes as a slow song comes on.

“Are you sure?” He turns to Doyeun and sends a concerned look her way. “I don’t mind staying here. You’re not terrible yourself.”

She chuckles, before reaching for a water bottle and uncapping it. “Go talk to ____.”

“How’d…How’d you know?” He finally asks what’s been on his mind for so long, and wonders if he’s been that obvious this whole time.

“Because I’m her friend.” The dark haired girl said simply, shrugging before taking a sip. “You and ____ are attached to the hip, I hope you know.” Their conversation’s become a bit teasing, and Jay huffs before crossing his arms defensively, as if in denial. “You’ll have to come to terms with it eventually. You know that, right?”

Despite still pretending to be ignorant of his situation, the boy has to actually take into consideration that she is very right, and that he is in a compromised spot because of it. When Doyeun notices the furrow in his concentrated eyebrows, she speaks up again, trying to lighten the mood before he overthinks anything. “I could see you pining after her from a mile away. It was gross. I do not want to continue to witness it.” Jay snaps out of his reverie, scowling playfully at the other, and he wonders how you deal with her.

“What, are you mad that you don’t have a raging crush on your best friend?” He quips, a small victorious smile on his face.

She pouts, before looking in the crowd and back at the very interesting plastic label of the bottle she was nursing. “I do, actually.” If the boy wasn’t paying attention, he would’ve missed her words.

In Park Jongseong’s many years of life, he does not expect to find someone else so hopelessly attracted to their best friend. Doyeun is a first, as she points out Gia in her deep orange dress and grins unknowingly.

“Guess we both have something in common.” She mutters, amused at their shared predicament.

“That we’re too chicken to actually confess?” He questions, and turns back to look at her.

“No, that we’re horribly down bad for our friends.”

Well, Doyeun isn’t wrong about that.

When the room gets too stuffy, and you feel like you’re only breathing in the perspiration from everyone dancing, you head outside, surprised to already see Jay there.

“Oh, Jay. Hi.” Despite your unenthusiastic tone, you’re thankful for his presence in a loud setting like the event center the formal is taking place in. He scrolls through his phone before feeling the weight of your head on his shoulder and the light panting from the dancing you did earlier.

“Do you…” he starts, looking over at you. “Do you want to go back?”

You shrug. “Inside? Not- not really. I’m a bit tired since we took an exam beforehand.” Jay nods in understanding, looping an arm around you and letting it rest around your waist.

“You wanna go back to my house?” He offers nonchalantly. Your heart does this weird thing where it beats a little louder and makes your cheeks heat up with a warmness only you can detect. Jay’s too busy scrolling through brownie recipes to notice the way you seize up slightly at his words and at the lingering brush of his fingers against the material of your dress.

You quietly murmur, “Sure,” and with it, the boy beside you gets his jacket. “We can watch the new drama that’s come out.”

You tell Jake you’re leaving earlier than expected to avoid the worried texts from the boy that were sure to follow your phone once he noticed your absence. He gives you a small hug and tells you to have fun, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s an angel.

You don’t have time to think, though, as Doyeun is wrapping her arms around you and giving you a hug before ushering your way to Jay, who’s waiting in the lobby with his black blazer on. it complements his deep blue shirt and black jeans, and you take the time as you're walking to his car to tell him his outfit looks nice. Jay turns to admire the way your dark gray outfit accentuates your best features, and offers you a small ‘thank you’ and compliment in return.

The car ride back home feels quiet and uncomfortable almost, and you don’t know it, but Jay’s head is filled with the same questions you want to ask him. ‘Why did we choose different dates if we’re back here? Was there a reason you agreed? Why I even did? And why does it feel so awkward knowing I wanted so badly for you to see me?” There’s something along those lines floating between the two of you, plaguing the atmosphere of the car with an unspeakable tension that you wished didn’t exist. Neither of you comment on it until you reach his house, where the lights are off and you know that it’s dead silent. During these hours of the night, where his parents aren’t home, Jay has to fend for himself, and you’ve tagged along across the years to make sure the boy isn’t the only one looking at the stars.

He appreciates it. Throughout the plethora of nights you two have spent together, he finds you stuck in every memory, as if you always lingered even on the nights you couldn’t sneak out. His place feels cozy and warm, but it’s when you two are together that it feels like home.

“Just pick out a movie. I’ll make popcorn.” He tells you, distractedly rummaging through the cupboards for the popcorn. When you’ve setting on watching the new Avengers movie, the boy comes back cradling two sodas and a bowl of buttery popcorn in his hands, and you find it endearing how hard he’s trying to balance it all. You reach out to help him with the bowl and he sighs in relief, placing the cans down before falling on the couch unceremoniously. He reaches for the blanket and drapes it over the two of you before you can speak up, and the gesture warms your heart and your freezing legs.

“So I’m assuming you haven’t watched it yet.” You look over and lean onto Jay’s shoulder, clinging on in hopes that your dropping body temperature is alleviated with the furnace next to you. The boy shakes his head, reaching for some popcorn before offering some to you.

You are only thirty minutes into the movie, and you are asleep. Jay knew it would happen sometime sooner or later. With the combination of a warm body next to you, dimmed lights, and Jay’s shoulder as a perfectly capable pillow, you easily fell asleep considering the circumstances. (You were tired from your tests, but blaming Jay for being so cozy was an easier excuse.

Jay turns off the television, pushing back the bowl of popcorn to avoid it being knocked over, and finishes what’s little of the soda in the two cans before putting it in the container where the fresh popcorn once was. He nudges you awake, brushing back your hair and tapping your shoulders as gently as he can before your eyes are fluttering open.

“We finished the movie.” He informs you quietly, and you nod in confirmation before stretching and leaning back on the couch to give your limbs the wiggle room they’ve needed for the past hour. “You should brush your teeth.” You shake your head stubbornly, and your body curls up, turning away from Jay in hopes that it convinces him that you are in fact, too tired to go. He, however, isn’t having any of it, and drags you off the couch to the cold bathroom before forcing a green toothbrush in your hand with some toothpaste messily applied on the bristles. Despite his haste, everything Jay does is with care, and you don’t realize it until he’s carefully holding your hair back as you wash your mouth, patiently helping you until you trail off into the bedroom. He runs through his own routine, following suit and seeing you already wrapped up in his covers. The light from the hallway illuminates your face, and it’s how he knows you haven’t fallen into slumber yet.

“Why didn’t you just go to sleep?” he prods worriedly. “Don’t you have anything to do in the morning?”

In response, you shake your head. “Not until the afternoon.” Jay makes a mental note of it before climbing into bed. He reaches for the blanket, the majority of which is occupied by you. He finds it endearing, but not endearing enough to suffer from the cold, and yanks the blanket from the other side, stifling a laugh at your annoyed groan. He grins into the covers, and before he realizes it, you’ve turned around, eyes wide as they come dangerously close to Jay’s. Neither of you comment on it.

“It’s still cold.” You whisper, not moving away.

He rolls his eyes, saying, “Well, who’s fault is that?” He shuffles back to create space between you two. Although he loves to make fun of you, he still moves closer and hugs you under the blankets, and maybe he’s on the verge of overheating, but he thinks it’s worth it as long as you continue to stay like this. Jay’s about to fall asleep, almost dozing off to the steady heartbeat next to him, the steady rise and fall of your. It all leads back to you.

He thinks about Doyeun’s words carefully, trying to decipher all possible meanings before he actually faces the truth head on.

You’ll have to come to terms with it eventually, you know that right?

Unfortunately, Jay knows where you stand with him. He knows that there’s nothing he can do if you don’t reciprocate the blossoming feelings he has for you, and in an odd and bittersweet way, he feels at peace with just staying friends. Because he knows that being friends with you is already such an accomplishment for him. You choose him every time, and it’s something Jay relishes dearly.

He’s still in the same emotional turmoil as before. All Jay wants is to be yours, his heart intertwined with yours and your pinkies linked as you traverse all the places the world would send you. You’d do it together, and you’d do it with him, every time.

He’s resigned to be just friends, and he’s long accepted that tidbit before he’s accepted his feelings for you. A few months ago, when you joked about marrying him someday, Jay’s never let it go and it’s where it all went down. Even if it was a joke, it still stuck with him in an odd way that all of your inside jokes do. Maybe one day, if you two were single and growing older with every sunset that passes, then he’d bring it up as some joke that’s run between the two of you for years on end. It feels like millennia until then- he’d have to keep a steady friendship with you to even get that far. Jay revels in it for a little longer; being yours for the time being.

He falls asleep with his fingers still interlocked with yours. Friends don’t do that…do they?

You would have had a bad morning if it weren’t for the feeling of someone’s hand in yours. Jay’s hand is warm but he’s also about to suffocate you if he turned even just a bit. His embrace is cozy, but you have class in a little bit over an hour, and Jay caging you in doesn’t help.

“Jay-“ You huff out, voice still groggy with the morning daze. The boy in question shuffles slightly, the sheets rustling under his movement. “You’re killing me.”

He lets out a garbled noise between a sigh and a groan, and turns to the other side. It’s almost like you feel the air in your lungs again. You regret slipping your fingers away from his, and the immediate lack of security with your hand in his is very apparent.

“Jay, get up. You have class.” With not so gentle pushes to his bundled figure, Jay cracks open one eye and glares at the light coming from the window. He squints before adjusting to it, and rubs his eyes, almost glaring at you through the disheveled locks that fall on his face. You repeat, “Jay, let’s go.” He childishly shakes his head in refusal and turns away from you. As a last resort, you yank the blankets, snickering at how Jay reaches behind him for the material only to swat at the air. “Get up,” You sing-song, walking towards the entrance of the bedroom.

After a while, Jay emerges from the bathroom and smiles at your attempt to make pancake batter. “It’s too thick,” he comments, and pours some more milk into the bowl before motioning for the whisk. You watch as he thins the batter, adding a light coating of butter to his trusted non-stick pan and getting the measuring utensils to evenly measure out the pancakes. He slowly pours the light batter on the sizzling surface and you watch in awe as he turns up the heat and reaches for a spatula simultaneously.

“I’m glad you’re up.” It’s the first thing you’ve said to him after he got out of the bathroom. He raises an eyebrow.

“Because I can make pancakes for you?” You nod, a smile lacing our features and eyes riddled with mirth.

Reminding him, you say, “You also have to take me to school.”

He grins. “I don’t have to do anything.” Rolling your eyes, you reach for another plate when the first plate looks full.

“But I’m your friend. You’d do that to a friend?”

“You locked me out of my own house once because you thought you were still in your bed.” Jay deadpans. You freeze, remembering the more lighthearted argument you had over the phone as Jay tells you that no, the items in the bathroom are his, and to go open the door for him. You really didn't believe him, but when you opened the front door, there was an exasperated boy with his phone in front of him on speaker. You smile at the memory and he looks at you weirdly. It's obvious that it affected Jay more than it did you.

"It was funny, at least." You tell him, knowing full well that he disagrees more than ever. A scowl paints his face as he scrambles a second egg and seasons it.

Jay’s face brightens with a threat having just materialized in his head. “Do you remember the cactus Jungwon had?” With your nod on confirmation, he continues. “Yeah, that’s about to be you.”

Your face pales comically. “Dead?”

“Deceased, yes.” Jay grins at your expression, his smile slowly morphing to a chuckle once he sees your scowl. “Calm down!” He laughs, punching your arm lightly. “I won’t kill you with scissors.” You fake an expression of relief.

“Oh, thank god.” You exhale in mock relief. “Knowing that you were going to pull an Injang on me was very, very scary.” You both laugh at the exaggeration, and Jay turns around to move the eggs from the pan to the plates. You leave to get ready for your class in around half an hour, and when you come back out, your friend is scrolling on his phone while poking at the fluffy stack of pancakes. With the way the morning light encompasses him, it feels oddly normal for the two of you to be in this situation- like you were used to the domestic nature of waking up and making breakfast together. If you saw the very thing on television, you'd assume the two were a couple right away.

You're just friends. Why would you even think of anything like that? Jay raises an eyebrow at you when he notices your frozen stature, and it snaps you back into motion as you quickly pull the chair out and take a seat. He’s sending a puzzled look your way, until you’re motioning for him to continue eating with an upturn of your lips. He smiles back at you before reaching for the utensils once more.

When you two place the dishes in the drink and Jay reaches for the keys, you grab your bag and head out with him. Jay’s car is nice, and you’ve come to appreciate having a friend who’s nice enough to drive you around in his Mercedes.

“What’d you and Doyeun talk about? At the dance?” You question. He glances over with a teasing glint.

Lightly, he responds with, “What, were you jealous?” Your flabbergasted look sends him into a fit of giggles as he reaches the red light.

“Never!” You stammer, eyes wide with the humiliation of being caught. “I’d never be jealous of you when you’re happy.”

“I'm happiest with you, you know that right?” Biting the inside of your cheek helps a large grin from forming, and you hope that the boy next to you doesn’t notice how hard you try to conceal it.

“Don’t lie,” you splutter, the warmth in your face betraying you much faster than intended.

“I would never, sweetheart.” Jay offers you a smile, one that you know is sincere, but choose to ignore.

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, you pretend his words mean nothing when they in fact cause your heart to stutter. “Debatable.” You snip.

When Jay drops you off, you realize he never actually answered your question.

You’re not one to assume, but if Doyeun continues to lay on Gia’s lap with a giant grin, you’ll have to conclude that one of them has finally confessed.

Gia reaches for a napkin and wipes the corner of Doyeun’s lip.

“Did something happen?” You address the obvious, and Doyeun freezes up. Rolling your eyes, you raise an eyebrow and wait for at least one of them to respond. They glance at each other, and with a glare from one of them, the dark haired girl sighs and begins to sit up.

“You’re not mad…are you?” She starts, a worried expression painting her pretty features. You shake your head rapidly and it feels like the contents of your brain are going to spill out.

“Never.” You respond earnestly. Gia lets out a relieved exhale and runs a hand through her auburn dyed locks. You motion for them to continue. “So when did this happen?”

“When we were trying to get you and Jay together.” Doyeun blurts.

Gia’s eyes widen and she slaps the other on the forehead. “Doyeun! What the fuck!”

You choose to ignore everything else and pay attention to who’s name they add to the conversation.

“Get me and who together?”

“You. And you best friend. Because if I have to spend one more moment looking at both of you staring at each other like that I’m actually going to kill one of you.” Gia threatens you oh so casually, and sends a questioning look her way.

“There’s nothing going on.” You snip, crossing your arms over.

“Friends don’t cuddle.”

“Close friends do! I’m sure you guys cuddled!” You exclaim, feeling your heart speed up and hands get clammy at just how right they are.

“What’s stopping you?” Doyeun asks genuinely. You shrug your shoulders, finding that the answer to her rather lighthearted question isn’t so easily responded to. It’s been like that- muddled, from the moment you woke up, to the moment he flicks you on the forehead as a signature parting gesture.

“I don’t know,” You pause to take a sip of your peach tea. “We’re friends. And I’m happy we’re friends.”

“But you want to be more.” Gia reads your mind, a lopsided smirk on her face.

Like it’s no big deal, Doyeun admits, “Sure, you’ve been friends, but I honestly think that you know that somethings been there. Sure, friends can find each other attractive or good enough to be their partner, but it doesn’t feel like that. Correct me if I’m wrong, but if you like all the romantic aspects of your relationship, you should, I don’t know, maybe pursue him.”

How did a conversation about her and Gia flip over to you?

Her words sound more unappealing than the four day old box of takeout in your fridge, but it’s raw, and honest, in the very way that Doyeun is. Although she’s right in the idea that you should figure things out at least some point down the line, she’s terribly wrong in thinking that the point down said line is anytime soon. The nod that acknowledges Doyeun’s words is incredibly unconvincing and hesitant, but she can sense that the simple topic of feelings has you gnawing at your thoughts incessantly.

You don’t get why you can’t just be friends. Friends make each other coffee and flip eggs in the morning. Friends flirt and make jokes. Friends go to prom together. But so do couples.

You don’t need to be any more than what you already are, because everything that you’re doing now is normal.

Yeah, feelings suck.

Oddly enough, at the same time you start pushing down the feelings for him, he seems to do the exact opposite- and it leaves you not knowing how to react now that his little bouts of affection are noticed and starting to be reciprocated. Even during the times where you want to interact more with Jay to understand how you feel, the universe toys with the events in your life and makes sure Jay stands oblivious to the array of relationship questions you ask. The only time you can find him actually talking about his feelings is during your lengthy conversations on call about your purpose in the universe, but nothing when it comes to a possible crush. It was depressing- waiting for him to talk to you and share any sign that he might like you back and coming back empty handed.

After school, your friends drag you to quiet rooms full of books, tables, and sleepless students.

You give Gia a long hard stare from three tables away, and she stifles a laugh at your reaction to the joke she texted just moments ago. You’re about to up and leave this library, if it weren’t for a stressing Doyeun flipping through psychology books, and you settle for spamming Gia’s personal messages with a mix of emojis, some used sarcastically and some unironically. She communicates in the same manner, until a smile blooms across your face, and you turn off your phone. The report in front of you wouldn’t write itself.

When Doyeun finishes her work, she practically pushes the two of you out of the building, and you send a glare across your shoulder as the former laments about how much pain it was to stay in that place. Gia disagrees, and you listen to the two bicker cutely, and pretend to gag when it takes too long for them to shut up.

“You two are gross.” You shuddered. They stop to give you a disapproving look.

“Maybe you should see how lovey-dovey you and Jay are.” Doyeun counters, crossing her arms and bumping into you on the walk back. The car is just a block farther, and you three continue to fall into small talk even when you get to your friend’s backseat.

“You couldn’t be more off if you tried.” You say, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t seen him for the past day and a half.” You huff, sulking in misery.

Gia shrugs and hits you on the back- hard, before she walks over to the other side and opens the car door. “I’m sure his finals are just kicking his ass.” She reassures. You slide into the backseat and put on your seatbelt.

“Or he could be ignoring me.”

Doyeun sighs dramatically. “You’re being such a downer.”

You shrug half-heartedly and look out the window. “Maybe that’s why he’s been hanging out with Jake more. Maybe he already knows I like him.” God, that feeling sucks, and you suddenly find within you the urge to bang your head against the glass. Jay, not returning your feelings? You, ruining the relationship you’ve built up for years? Yeah, let’s take that F on the Human Geography report submitted twenty-four minutes ago.

“I’m sure it’s not like that.” Gia consoles. She checks up on you once the car comes to a stop, and your friend in the passenger seat gives you a hug before they both walk you to the door.

Your phone buzzes, serving as the perfect excuse to not respond to your friend. The man in question, Jay, messages you for your whereabouts, informing you that he has fried chicken and the DVD for a new romance that’s taken the world by storm. You grin at the screen, teasing him about how he cared so much and couldn’t live without you.

For Jay, it was not as funny as it was true, and he sends a middle finger to refute your absolutely outlandish claims.

‘i’m at home did you even check my location’ is what you type out, turning on a few lights and setting your bag down once you reach your family’s abode. A short response lights up your dimmed phone screen, and you reach over to find news about him being over in five minutes.

You open the door to see Jay in his gray sweats and black shirt, but his lopsided smile has your stomach doing somersaults as you invite him inside.

“You’re really going to make me watch ‘From Me, To You?’ I heard it was a cliche.” You complain, resting your elbows on the counter as he removes the plastic bag.

He stares like you’ve got two heads. “A rom-com has many cliches. It’s how it’s developed that makes it good.” Jay says pointedly. You hum unconvincingly, and focus on grabbing plates for the two of you.

When you finally finish preparing the food and sit on the couch to play the film he drapes an arm over your shoulders in an almost habitual way. It makes your heart jump lurch with joy and you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress the small smile.

Almost halfway through the movie, the main characters find themselves in a dilemma that’s fairly similar to yours- the common case of 'do they like me back, or am I interpreting their every move wrong?’ and the way that they both fall in love is almost laughable. It’s also almost laughable that Jay is looking at you when you turn to face him.

“They sure are lucky.” He mumbles. You chuckle, flick his forehead before adjusting your pillow behind you and leaning back. The proximity leaves you breathless.

“Is it because they actually end up together?” You tease, reaching for a handful of popcorn and offering him some in your outstretched palm. He seems to ignore your Skinny Pop offer, paying more attention to the blanket that is half on the floor and half shared between the two of you. The remainder of whatever was on your side meets the ground in a swift motion when you reach your hand out. Jay notices, and leans over to gather the blanket before draping it over your form. He takes his time, tucking in the corners and making sure it’s secure.

“No.” He finally answers your question, plucking a piece from your hand. “It’s because they can sort out their feelings.”

You’re still not over what he just did.

“Feelings? For?”

He stays silent for a moment. “For someone. Just- someone.” You feel almost hurt with his words- almost as if it were a rejection with who he talks about. “Jules and Kor were lucky they fell in love and solved their problems in two hours and 4 timeskips.

“You can’t figure out what to do?” You ask, purely because you know exactly how it feels. He shakes his head for an answer.

“I just don’t know how to feel.” He explains.

“Just tell me who it is.” You offer, despite every bone in your body telling you not to. “We’re friends. It’ll be fine- I’ll help set you up with them.” You tell him anyway.

“It’s you.”

“What is?”

“I like you, dumbass!”

Jay’s answer doesn’t spark anything. Weirdly enough, there aren’t any fireworks that burst in your chest. There’s a warmness- one that spreads from your heart all the way to your toes and your breath is stuck in your throat, eyes widening as the words sink in the air. His confession is rushed, it’s impulsive, and Jay thinks you’re going to kick him out of your house after spewing some weird thing about how he loves you. He expects the ‘we’re just friends’ line to happen any moment.

Instead, he sees you take a breath, providing him a quirk of your lip, and hope blooms in his chest like spring flowers.

“Well, what do we do now?” You ask, breathless from before.

“We could kiss.” He says. Jay thinks it was a terribly stupid thing to say.

“But I don’t know how to kiss.” At that you start laughing at yourself, the tension easing with how humorous the situation comes off as. It started with a movie. A movie with two main characters, a handful of side characters, three letters, and an ending confession to get them together. But you’re here, covered in a fluffy blanket with your one of a kind friend-boyfriend(?) who can’t believe this as much as you.

He can’t find any words to tell you; the thoughts that were starting to form all scrambled by the thudding of his heart.

“So, you like me back.” He declares, almost as if he’s trying to confirm the reality of it all.

“I’ll start hating you if you keep this up.” You tell him instead, running a hand through his hair. “But yes, Jay. I like you back.”

“Hurry the fuck up- we chose the dress two weeks ago!” He yells from below. You pout as you adjust an earring, making sure your socks are hidden from view and putting on your shoes.

You roll your eyes at his stunned look. “You are always so goddamn loud.” You mutter, grabbing the keys.

Jay smiles. “That’s my bad, then.” But you know he doesn’t really mean it. It still makes you grin. “Here- get a jacket, I unfortunately cannot afford you taking mine.” He drapes a black zip-up around your figure, one that’s presumably his.

“What, you don’t want to be romantic? I think you’re being a little..complacent.” You tease, raising an eyebrow instead of going for his hair. He shrugs, avoiding your question as he leads you two outside of your door and into his car.

“I’m cold too, _____.”

“Okay, but what happened to the good old chivalry you promised me?”

“Too cold.” He snips. You audibly groan and pretend to be mad as you turn away.

“Boo hoo. It’ll be too cold when you sleep on the couch tonight.”

You’ve never made him sleep on the couch.

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isagisyoichi · 4 years ago

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PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

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softluci · 4 years ago

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aggressive affection, i think

(part two here!)

[ @yourlocalsinnamonroll (hi!) sent me an ask to do more gen z headcanons and i started working on something for her, except it isn’t actually a set of headcanons, but rather a really long...one-shot? but anyway, i thought of actual headcanons that i can share now, so i can return to my ROOTS hopefully this will do in the meantime. ]

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

lucifer

“blindsided,” does not even begin to describe what you’ve done to this man. while his recovery time was quick, he was still so, so confused.

all he said was, “you look nice today,” why did you threaten to kiss him? was that even a threat?

he doesn’t know because you said, “stop before you get kissed on the mouth,” but it doesn’t matter because you failed to consider that he is obsessed with you in dire need of a kiss on the mouth, and you, silly thing that you are, just provided conditions under which he can get one.

that said, have fun trying to explain to this man that you were joking while he’s holding you against him with the most smug look on his dumb little face. if you don’t wanna kiss him, okay, but by the time he feels like letting you go, your face is gonna be scorching and you will have properly learned not to do that again. unless you enjoyed yourself, in which case—

by the way, if you believe in a higher power, you had better pray he doesn’t do this to you because now that you’ve planted the idea in his villainous little brain, he’s just biding his time. so the next time you compliment him innocently, and he says, “be quiet before i kiss you,” like the monster he is, assert your dominance by kissing him first, it’s the only way to maintain your dignity.

mammon

why would you do that to him. he is literally in love with you, you can’t be doing this. he knows he’s an attractive person, but you can’t tell him that, and you especially can’t do it by flirting with him, it’s embarrassingly disarming. especially since he was going to make fun of you once he saw that you were looking at the issue of majolish with him on the cover. he had a plan and everything, and you ruined it. he was gonna say something dumb cool, after which you would be embarrassed , and he would laugh.

but then you looked at him, said, “i’m gonna eat you,” and his entire plan was thwarted. now you have to stand there and watch him struggle to form a sentence while his face gets red. you should take this opportunity to bite him, give him a little nom on the shoulder or something, just to razz him. it’ll be great, i promise.

luckily, he can’t even think about doing this to you without having to lie down, so you should be safe—unless, of course, he catches both you and himself by surprise. so if you get nommed on, you had it coming.

levi

you menace. you absolute villain. you’re laughing.

levi was about to go into a match he was nervous about, and then you said, “it’s okay, no matter what happens, i will always wanna make out with you,” and then he dropped his controller and blacked out, and you’re laughing.

you’re terrible. absolutely awful. acquaint yourself with shame while you blow cool air into his face and shake him awake.

when he does wake up, and he reminds you that he’s the avatar of envy, do nawt be surprised.

try to explain to him that you were kidding and let it slip that you say these types of things to everyone and you’re getting a tail around your waist. no matter how much he might stutter while he makes his point, the fact remains that he’s the only one you’re allowed to say these things to now. you can do it to the others while he’s not around if you feel so inclined, but he’s going to find out eventually, so good luck explaining yourself while he doesn’t keep his tail still when he uses it to hold you in place.

your only saving grace here is that he is physically incapable of doing it to you, but, you know. that probably gets overridden by how possessive he’s gonna get.

satan

you’re deranged. or just really confident. or a fool. it doesn’t matter, you fucked up. he said a normal thing, and then you threw him for a loop.

you were nervous about an exam the next day, he said, “you’re a capable person, you have nothing to be worried about.”

and then you, evidently forgetting that he is not one of your human friends, said, “flattery will get you made out with,” and tried to walk away.

first of all, how was that flattery? he was stating a fact. second of all, who said he didn’t wanna make out with you🤨. he never said that, you are making assumptions about him and his character.

anyway, he has no idea where you think you’re going, but you didn’t make it very far before he caught up to you anyway.

when he repeats what you said back to you in the form of a question, with that deceptively polite look on his face, know that he is being rhetorical. do not bother trying to explain yourself, it’ll be difficult to do so in a convincing manner while he’s backing you up to the nearest wall. do not be surprised when he takes this opportunity to blindside you with praise, directly into your ear, with that fatally smooth voice of his. and do NAWT be surprised when he pulls back and says, “why am i not being made out with?” with a dumb little smile. it brings him a lot of joy to see you squirm.

you don’t even have a saving grace here. this man is ruthless, he’s gonna do this to you literally whenever he wants, and he won’t even let you look away, let alone run away, so find joy in the monster you have created.

asmo

listen. unless you are genuinely empty headed, there is absolutely no way you did this on accident.

he wasn’t even doing anything out of character either, it was the middle of self-care night, he was putting moisturizer on your face for you, and he went, “you’re even cuter up close,” which is a normal, tame thing for him to say.

so unless you just have uncontrollable knee-jerk reactions, no way did you say, “so make out with me then,” to this man, by accident.

you’re lucky he has some knowledge of the fact that you sometimes say things that aren’t smart, so he didn’t just immediately jump on you; however, you are by no means in the Clear.

you blinked and he was nose to nose with you and basically in your lap. now you have to deal with his wandering hands while you try and explain yourself—that is, if you can even overcome how flustered you are, which you probably can’t. luckily, he knows you probably didn’t mean it, but he’s still asmo, so he takes it upon himself to be respectfully heinous like the gentleman he is.

so when he somehow manages to get even closer to you and says, “honey, you should really get a handle on those impulses of yours, unless you plan on following through,” like the bastard he is, know that from that point forward, whatever happens is on you.

here is another man with whom you have no saving grace; now that you’ve given him the idea that he can be more explicit with you,,, well.

beel

you’re a heathen. why would you do something like this. well, you know what, maybe you aren’t that much of a heathen, considering that you did bake cookies for him. that was really sweet of you, so he thanked you and complimented your skill, like a regular person.

so why, exactly, did you say, “i only accept thanks in the form of kisses, preferably with tongue,” ? something is genuinely not right with you.

now you have this man standing there, confused and red in the face. he’s trying to do the math, and nothing is adding up. like, it’s definitely doable, he can definitely do that, but, like, why would you make this request so suddenly?

this is probably the only instance in which you can coherently say, “i was kidding, you don’t actually have to do that,” and it almost doesn’t work.

you absolutely should not have been leaning against the counter because now he’s standing in front of you, and you have nowhere to run.

however, the thing about beel is that he is someone who flusters people without meaning to, so he has no idea of the effect that his, “are you sure?” has on you.

luckily, you’re still mostly coherent because you know that beel isn’t heinous like his brothers, so you manage to tell him that he doesn’t have to kiss you if he doesn’t want to because you were kidding.

you have every right to be surprised when, all of a sudden, you’re sitting on the counter, and he says, “why do you think i don’t want to?”

do you have a saving grace with this man? kind of. he would never say what you said or something similar, but the next time he compliments you and you choose to be normal and say, “thank you,” he’s gonna ask if he should kiss you, so try not to collapse.

belphie

now. he isn’t the Worst Person you could’ve done this with. but by god you are out of your mind.

your first mistake was choosing to lie down next to him, not because you had plans to be a menace, but because he is always a menace and has a thing for reminding you, which he can do more easily when you’re in proximity to him.

so when he said, out of nowhere, “are you ticklish?” you should’ve just rolled away, which wouldn’t have worked, but it would have been less chaotic then saying, “you are legally required to make out with me before you try and find out.”

you said it so casually that he was almost stunned into staying still, but his recovery time was excellent.

the next thing you knew, you were laying underneath a very smug, very menacing man, who seemed entirely too prepared to listen to what you had to say for once.

“legally?”

okay, so, maybe you should’ve chosen your words more carefully, but he was seconds away from tickling you, so you didn’t exactly have time to defend yourself. you can never backtrack with belphie anyway, so it makes sense that you went headlong into your claim, telling him that yes, this is, in fact, the law of the land.

“i was never one to pay attention to the law, but since you’re being so insistent, i guess i don’t really have a choice—”

leave it to him to pretend like you’re a burden as if he isn’t literally head over heels in love with you like everyone else fond of you. bastard.

there is absolutely nothing to save you from this man. he isn’t tactful enough to wait for an opportunity to do this to you, like satan or lucifer, so expect to be Just Sitting There when he tells you that you’re required to make out with him right this instant—it’s the law.

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alycosworld · 3 years ago

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guess who🤡 heyhey 💕 here. I’m pretty sure by this 2nd request u can tell that I’m a very emotional person🧍🏻‍♀️ and that I’m a person that seeks alot of comfort from fictional characters because i dont have a life and good friends.

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putting a divider here so u dont have to read everything and can look out for keywords!

purple—> person

pink—>genre

green—>subject

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I’m not sure if u r comfy writing kazuha so if yr not I’m sorry u can ignore this! i just want a fluff comfort for reader who got like REALLY scolded for getting bad grades for exams because u have no idea how angsty I’m feeling rn:( my parents just literally like scolded me like there was no tmr istg- so i just need really fluff comfort. so a kazuha x NB(non bibary)!reader

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Anyways again tysm u have no idea how grateful i am if you accept my request!!!<3 get lots of rest and drink water. only do this if you want to!

byebye<3

-💕

Kazuha's Wise and Whimsical Words

Kaedehara Kazuha X Reader

A/N: aaaa 💕anon ily!! being emotional is completely fine and I would be honoured to become of your good friends!! I will be a part of your life, private message me if you're ever feeling down! I just want my readers happy because they make me happy aaaaaa 🥺

with that being said, i love this request! My parents were so hard on me when it came to exams, but as soon as I broke away from their expectations, I started to appreciate my grades more. I'll leave the real comforting words for Kazuha to say but NO ONE SHOULD EVER be disappointed in yourself if you tried your best. Thank you for your support and the request, I hope the story makes you feel better. Enjoy!

ps: I took into account the fact that not everyone has a mother and a father and not everyone has two parents at all, so only one parent is mentioned here and they are left gender neutral so it's easier to picture yourself in the story.

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"(Y/N). This is not at all what I expected. What happened to you?" Your parent asked sternly.

"Well, I--"

"I don't want to hear any excuses. Your predicted grades were much higher than this!" They said, raising their voice.

"I'm sorry, I--"

"Sorry is not going to improve your results! Do you really think that now is a good time to be slacking off? You have one more exam period before university. I don't care if you pass those exams, I want you to excel. And if you don't, you are not attending Sumeru Academia, whether they accept you or not. I am not paying for you to study overseas, only for you to get mediocre grades." They said, making you even more anxious than before the exam.

"But I got above the average!"

"By two percent! And the average was low." Your parent said, narrowing their eyes slightly and upsetting you with their belittling gaze.

"Realistically--"

"Realistically? Realistically?! If you want to study realistically, you should find someone else to pay for your education. When you want to study successfully, you can come back." They slammed the stack of sheets that displayed your results on the table with a loud bang before folding their arms as you grabbed a jacket and stormed out of the house, tears running down your face.

You walked for a while in the night, before eventually finding yourself in an area you were less familiar with. After recognising it to be somewhere near your boyfriend's current residence off Beidou's ship, you made a beeline for his place, knocking on the door and hoping, praying he would be alone inside.

The door soon opened and Kazuha stood there, initially with a smile on his face but it soon dropped when he saw your expression.

"(Y/N)? What happened?" He asked.

"C-can I come inside?" You sniffled.

"Of course, Love. Come in." He said, ushering you into his quaint little place. You stood by the door that closed behind you before Kazuha pushed the coat you had lazily draped over your shoulder onto the floor and enveloped you in his arms.

You broke down in his embrace. You had done better than most of your fellow students, and frankly, you were kind of proud of your result. But it was foolish of you to think that your parent would accept anything but perfection. They said it was all for you, but you were doubting it. Did you even want to go to Sumeru Academia? You had had your heart set on it since you were a child, but maybe that was only because your folks always envisioned you going there.

"Why are you crying, my love?" Kazuha asked, sitting you down near the fire to warm you up and standing up to get you a blanket and a hot cup of tea.

"I'm not good enough." You mumbled. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have heard you. But your boyfriend could listen to the wind "talk" - he was very attuned to quiet and subtle noises.

"Nonsense." He smiled, bringing you the blanket as you listened to the water boil in the background.

"You're more than good enough. Everyone who knows you adores you - no one more than me, of course." Kazuha chuckled, eventually setting down two cups of tea and sitting in front of you on the floor.

"Public opinion won't improve my grades." You said, now more stoic than upset. You had almost become numb and desensitised to degrading comments that after you cried a little and calmed down, you'd be straight-faced and almost emotionless. It didn't feel good, but it was certainly better than feeling bad.

"So this is about school." Kazuha nodded, gesturing for you to continue explaining why had happened.

"They keep talking about my grades. They said I shouldn't be slacking and that I'm not going to get to Sumeru Academia and that they want me to do better...maybe I'm interpreting it wrong. Maybe they're trying to encourage me?" You wondered aloud, thinking that somehow you were the problem. As soon as you said "they", Kazuha knew who you are referring to and sighed.

"Encouragement and doubt are two very different things. Unrealistic expectations, detrimental practices, emotionally, mentally or physically taxing improvement - none of that is going to help you. In fact, it'll make you feel worse. When you really think about what you have to do to achieve perfection, you'll only realise how unattainable it is. You'll fall into a perpetual spiral of intellectual destruction." Kazuha said.

"Then how the hell am I gonna get the best results?" You asked worriedly.

"You won't. No one will ever get the best results because more people and more previously unforeseen factors will come into play. What you can achieve is your best results. Your grades are a product of you, not the other way around. They are no measure of your worth, they cannot define you, and they do not have to be a part of you. If you don't ace one subject, you don't have to hang on to that or turn it into some strange part of you. You can't cling to it, it's impossible to cling to a piece of the past forever. That's not to say you don't learn from it, but it doesn't need to become some villainous trait - in the end, it is only a grade." Kazuha shield at you. His words warmed your heart more than the fire or tea, and they even seemed to dry your tears and allow you to mirror his expression.

"And at the very least, you can hold your head high knowing that you had the strength to participate in an exam when not everyone does. You went in, sat through it, attempted the questions and walked out. Not everyone has the courage to stay; some don't even have the courage to start. That goes for any endeavour you face." Kazuha said, before inching closer to you.

"Feeling any better?" He asked. You nodded instantly. Of course, Kazuha's wise and whimsical words had bettered your mood, it was Kazuha for Archon's sake.

"Good. Maybe we could go for an evening stroll? I'll treat you to dinner if you haven't eaten." He offered.

"Can...can we just stay like this for a little longer? I think being alone with you is nicer." You smiled.

"Of course, Angel. Anything you want."

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this was less physical fluff than I intended, but I think I do comfort with direct words and dialogue best, so I hope this is okay. honestly, everything kasha said is what I would've wished to hear when I was in this situation. I'll probably post a rant about my own exam experiences because this request got all my past feelings to resurface.

thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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yoshkeii · 3 years ago

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𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 | “..𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎?”

࿐ character: Kuroo Tetsurou

࿐ prompt: 10) “You’re burning up.”, 4) College

࿐ type: imagine (oneshot <3)

࿐ requested by: anon for my 700+ event

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ sfw, fluff

⌦ kuroo just taking care of your sick ass

⌦ ‘You’re burning up” + studying kuroo x m! reader? college au imagine he / him pronouns’

A/N: love how specific it is to be studying with him !! and it matches with the college au? yesplease-

You and Kuroo Tetsurou were good friends. Of course you both were. Having to had met each other due to the similar courses you were taking, it was bound to happen at some point. Letting you both gain a solid bond so easily among one another, especially when Kuroo himself provoked and clung on to you. And in his words, he found you “interesting” and “intriguing.” Although, since summer was pulling up meant the overwhelming stress of exams and assignments pilling up. Stressing you both... well mainly you.

Which lead to this... unexpected study session with Kuroo. He had wanted to aid you but the way he worded it at the moment had an underlying feeling of something else other than.. aid or guidance.

The suspicious feeling had never left you, raising your anxiety more. As the day reached, on a nice partly cloudy Friday afternoon in your apartment. It couldn’t have gotten worse with a strong sickening feeling in your stomach, only treating it with a simple medicine you had brushed it off. Till Kuroo had came over with his backpack and a lil’goodie bag of snacks he retrieved along the way, hoping to share them with you during the session.

After settling down you both had set off to studying, Kuroo occasionally helping you here and there. Pointing at the textbook where the content you needed to know laid there blatantly where your slowly growing blurred vision couldn’t catch. But luckily him physically showing you made it slightly easier for you to write, simply nodding and humming in a reply. Comfortable silence swallowed the entire apartment. Well... comfortable for Kuroo that is.

Still feeling slightly sick from earlier, you decided to take a break. Resting your head flatly ontop of your notebook, panting lightly from the hot’n’cold flashes you kept feeling. Shifting your head to lay on the side, it was hard to focus on anything. Your consciousness fading in and out. Without Kuroo in the room, who went off to grab the drinks from the kitchen, it was easier to not worry the bed-head here. For a moment.

You laid there still, almost motionless as Kuroo walked through the doorway. Staring at your face that showed distress. Softly calling your name, he noticed you didn’t budge. The anxious feeling began to built up in his stomach before he slightly raised his voice to see if you’d react.

Nothing again.

Hurrying to your aid, the bed-head had noticed your uneven breathing. Cursing under his breath he had lightly press the back of his hand on your forehead, pulling back shortly. “..this idiot’s sick, he has a fever on all days.”

Time had flew by. Which you didn’t know before groggily waking up under your blankets on your bed, quickly tensing up from worry. You looked around from your position in the bed. Seeing the table with you and Kuroo’s stuff ontop, signaled he was here. Sitting up you heard the familiar voice stop you in your tracks.

“Lay back down, shorty.”

Eyes drifting up towards Kuroo who had just walked back in, a bowl of... assuming what was food in his hands. Sighing you complied, shifting back into the sheets. Watching Kuroo make room on the small table with the books for the bowl, before sitting aside your legs on the bed.

“..di-did- I-..?”

“Yes- Yes you did Y/N.” He had replied quickly.

“I’m- sorry.”

“For what?? Getting damn sick? Well, first, don’t apologize for that- its fine really. But whats not fine, is you not properly taking care of yourself!” “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“I was..- I- I don’t.. know... I thought you were looking forward to.. spend time again.”

“I was, dear, but that doesn’t me to force yourself through- through sickness-”

Silence consumed the air, making you avert your gaze away to somewhere not at Kuroo. You felt bad. But before you knew it, he had checked your temperature, grabbing a cool damp cloth from the bowl on the nightstand. Placing it over your forehead.

“Sorry about suddenly doing that.. Realized you were burning up. Which isn’t a good sign, if you did not know that”

“..hey- im not that dumb.. stupid tetsu.”

“Right right- Didn’t you need help with 3 classes~?” Kuroo cooed teasingly, sitting back down at the same spot.

Furrowing your brows you pouted. Not being able to say anything against the truth.

“Awh~ Did I make Y/N-kun upset~??” He teased, laughing softly towards the end before motioning down to the study table. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Though, I did make you your favorite soup. I’ll feed it to you in a bit once its cooled down”

“I can feed myself.”

“You tried walking earlier, you couldn’t even stand Y/N- I don’t think handling hot soup would be a bright idea sick boy”

“..always gotta be a smartass huh, tetsu.”

“You still love me~”

Saying nothing you turned your back on him, laying on your side. Getting comfortable in your bed again, smiling softly as you heard him whine softly at your reaction.

“H-hey!! I know you do- Don’t turn your back on me-”

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gainingexjock · 4 years ago

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THE EX JOCK

Harry had been a great athlete in high school, the typical jock type. He did football, wrestling, basketball and occasionally a bit of soccer. He always had a love for food but his activities meant he still had a trim and athletic physic. As he began his final year in high school he found exam stress and work meant he had to stop doing so much sport, in fact he decided to stop altogether until his exams were out of the way. But he hadn’t altered his diet to match his new found laziness, and so the weight began to pile on

Harry came home after school in September after a long day and revision after school, the first thing he did was head to the fridge and cupboards . He grabbed some coke, a bag of share Doritos, two chocolate bars and a bad of haribos. He ran upstairs quick and closed the sort to his room, he removed his clothes until he was just in his boxers and sat in his gaming chair snacking away while playing Xbox with some friends. Half a hour passed and he had finished all the food so headed downstairs to grab some more, as he was rumadging through the fridge his mum came through the door. “Hey bby sweetie, what are you doing?”

“Just grabbing some snacks mum”

“Well don’t eat too much cause I am making lasagne for tea”

Harry nodded and headed back upstairs to finish his snacks, 1 hour passed and he could hear his mum call from downstairs that dinner was ready. He chucked on some joggers and made his way downstairs his belly having a slight jiggle to it, his mum was a good cook but didn’t eat a lot herself. Instead she made a nice big lasagne for Harry with garlic bread and pizza on the side, while she had a salad. Harry finished the whole dish as well as the rest of the food. He sat back in his chair to let his belly hang out, it was firm and stuffed to the brim with food.

“Oh darling, I am glad you have a good appetite”

“Me too mum *burrppp, oh sorry pardon me”

“Why don’t u go sit down and I will bring you some dessert”

Harry took his plate to the dishwasher and went to sit in the couch, he found it discomforting to find a comfy position. He was too full and his belly to firm, his mum came over with some chocolate cake and ice cream.

“Here u go sweetpea”

“Thanks mum but I think I am too full to eat anymore”

“How about I rub your tummy while you have it hmm I don’t want to see you go hungry”

Harry obliged knowing he did want that cake, so he sat there scoffing his face while he felt his mums warm hands massage his stomach. The peace didn’t last long as his mum had something she needed to say

“Hun, I didn’t want to say anything and I have fed u up tonight so u didn’t feel bad but I think stopping your sports was a bad idea, you have gained a lot of weight scince”

“I know mum but tbh I am too busy for sports and plus it’s kind of nice not having to do it anymore”

“But you were so good at it, I don’t mind you gaining weight in fact you were maybe too skinny but I don’t want u to fell unhappy in your body”

“I don’t mum, in fact the size is nice. I feel more comfortable and we haven’t had nice moments like this for years while I did sports”

“Yes I guess you are right, it’s nice to spend more time with you”

“I want to tell you something, I actually want to get bigger and I hope you will help me do that mum”

“Ofc I will Harry, if that’s what u want sugarplum”

Harry was quite surprised his mum had agreed so easily, but he knew she was a feeder, she always had made big meals for everyone that came round and he knew she wouldn’t deny him what he wanted.

-January-

All the parents stared as an obese Harry came waddling out the school doors. The last few months had been endless food and laziness for Harry, his mum had definitely pulled through and was helping him gain weight. When he told his mum about his want to gain he was about 230 pounds but now he was edging 350. It wasn’t long till all the parent and kids saw Harry’s mum pull up in her big suv, she got out and helped Harry into the back giving him some snacks to eat on the way home. They where driving the way home and Harry noticed they had pulled into a drive thru, his mum ordered and passed the three bags into the back

“Here u go darling, u look stressed so here is some food to make u feel better”

Harry gobbles it all up before they got home, his belly popping out from under his small t shirt every time they went over a pothole or speedbump. They pulled up onto the drive but there was another car there, to Harry’s surprise his dad get out. Harry’s dad left home four years ago and was again a typical high school jock kinda guy, Harry hadn’t seen him for just over a year

Harry’s mum helped him out the car, his dads face turned to a look of anger and surprise

“Wth happened to you Harry !!”

“Don’t shout at him please james”

“Last time I saw you, you were a successful sports player and now look at you, a huge butterball who probably can’t run across the playing field ! You are a disgace”

Harry could feel his tears beginning to form in his eyes, he ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him to his room where he stripped down and lay on his bed. He could hear his mum shouting and then his dad slamming the car door and driving away

There was a knock at the bedroom door and his mum came in, he was completely naked but his new belly hid his private parts so he wasn’t too fussed. His mum sat down on the bed next to him and passed him a Swiss role she had brought from the store.

“I’m sorry hun, you know I love you and I think you still look as good as ever”

Harry felt better feeling the support from his mum and embraced her with a big hug. The months that passed were great, he continued school but as soon as he got home his mum would feed him whatever he wanted and he got bigger and bigger every day. He started getting comments at school from his older jock friends but he was soon gonna be leaving so he didn’t care too much. That day when he got home from school, he saw a furniture moval van pulled up on his neighbours driveway, he knew their house had been up for sale but had no idea it had sold. He went inside to see his mum had just finished baking a nice big chocolate cake, he dropped his bag on the floor and headed over to lick the icing

“ no Harry, this isn’t for you. It’s a moving in present for the couple next door. We are taking it over in a bit, I hear they have a son about your age maybe you two could become friends hmm”

Harry was annoyed at being denied the cake so just nodded, grabbed some Doritos from the cupboard and headed upstairs. He didn’t particularly want to meet this new kid as he would probably take the mick out of Harry and his ballooning size which was now over 400. So he was anxious to hear his mum shout from downstairs that it was time to go welcome them

Harry quickly chucked some joggers and a white tee on and headed downstairs, him and his mum walked round to the neighbours house which looked a lot less chaotic than earlier. Harry was puffing from the walk over and was really not liking the idea of meeting this kid. His mum knocked on the door and after a few seconds it was opened my a big man, with a large beard and a even larger stomach. Harry guessed he must have been around 300 pounds, he was quickly joined by a smaller more petite lady with brown hair.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you cause I know you must be busy unpacking. But we live next door and wanted to bring this cake as a welcome gift. This is my son harry”

“Well that’s very kind of you, it looks delicious” the man said

“Sorry my husband is forgetting his manors, I am Julie and this is my husband Charles, our son Sam is around. Why don’t you come in and I shall grab him”

Harry and his mum came in and sat on the couch by the kitchen, as Harry sat down his shirt rode up leaving the softest part of his belly exposed. He quickly tugged it down hoping no one saw. In the hall he could see Julie come down the stairs, and following her at a much slower pace came Sam. Well Sam’s belly, Harry couldn’t quite see his face yet. Harry was in awe , sam must have been around the same size as him but with blonde curly hair and a huge double chin. He was wearing shorts that let his big wobbly thighs loose and a black tee that stood no chance of slimming the big belly down. He smiled and sat down next to his parents

“ so how long have you and Harry lived here?” Julie asked

“About 7 years now, Harry goes to the local school which I presume sam will be joining ?”

“Oh no, same finished his exams before we moved so idk what he is gonna do yet, perhaps get a job somewhere local. In fact sam why don’t you take Harry to your room you two can get to know each other better”

Sam agreed and signalled Harry to follow him, it took a couple of tries for both of the boys to get off the couch. Harry couldn’t help but look at Sam’s big jiggly ass as they walked up the stairs, it really was very plump

“Here is my room, it’s nicer than my last one a lot bigger”

“It’s really nice” Harry replied

“Take a seat”

The two boys sat on the bean bags sam had in his room, Harry knew it was a bad idea as it would be hard for him to get back up again after.

“Do u wanna play some Xbox” Sam asked

“Yeah defo”

“Let me just grab some snacks, why don’t u put a game in”

Sam soon came back up with two big bowls of crisps, chocolate and some coke for them both. They spent a good hour eating and playing some video games, Harry reached back into the bowl to grab some crisps to find it was empty

“Oh sorry mate, I have quite a big appetite I shall grab some more” Sam said as he patted his belly

He tried to get up, getting a bit flustered in the process. He pushed himself up with his left arm trying to get onto his feet, but his weight betrayed him and he came crashing to the floor again with a huge thud, spilling his coke all over his t shirt in the process

“You okay mate?” Harry said while quickly supporting sam back onto the bean bag

“Yeh thank you, I dunno why I couldn’t get up”

Harry could see sam was getting upset

“Don’t worry, listen I probs will struggle to get out this seat as well. U ain’t the only one with a big belly in the way haha”

Sam smiled a little

“Haha thanks, yeh I guess we are both big boys. I need to change my top though”

Sam slowly made his way over to the dresser, deciding to just shuffle over as he couldnt quite get the energy to push himself off the bean bag

He opened the drawer and grabbed a t shirt

“Sorry this too is a bit small but I haven’t unpacked the rest of my clothes yet”

“Don’t worry mate”

Same heaved himself up and slowly removed the soaking t shirt exposing his stretch marked belly to Harry. Harry didn’t quite know why he was so attracted to Sam, perhaps it was because they were so similar in size or maybe Harry had never seen such a big boy before apart from himself. Sam had a beautiful body, a big belly that hanged over the waistline of his shorts and moobs that dropped either side, he slid the new top over his large belly but it didn’t quite cover it

“I figured as we are both big it didn’t matter if I took my top off in front of u haha”

“It’s fine”

Sam came over and lowered himself again

“Listen, I wanna speak big guy to big guy. What’s it like for you? I have been big for a long time and I can’t really remeber a time I wasn’t overweight. I hope you don’t think me rude but you are a big guy and honestly man you look great” Sam said

“ well tbh sam I love it, I have really plumped up this year after stopping football and all my other sports. Mate you look great as well, I don’t really know what to say but the belly suits you”

“Thanks man, shall we get some more food, I bet my parents won’t mind if we order pizza”

“Sure let’s do it”

The boys pigged out massively that evening, not moving from the bean bags on Sam’s bedroom floor, in fact Harry stayed there that night as they where both too full to even try and get up. They both slept there in their briefs with their belly on show.

The boys became good friends over the next few months, Sam had gained a lot as he didn’t get the job his parents were hoping he would. So he lived a life of laziness and eating. Harry had just finished his exams and began his holidays, his mum fed him well when she got home from work and during the day he did the same as Sam

One day Harry was laying on his bed now weighing a colossal 500 pounds, he was watching netlix in his briefs while stuffing his favourite, a chocolate Swiss role. Suddenly Sam came bursting through the bedroom door

“Oh shit sorry man, your mum said to come up I had no idea”

Harry quickly tried to adjust himself but he hadn’t moved for a good few days and was weighed down by his belly

“It’s okay mate”

“I just , ugh he grunted” he began to sweat and his breath quickened

“ I can’t get up”

Sam came over

“Oh shit mate, let me help you”

Harry pushed and pushed while sam pulled and eventually he was now sat up right, his huge belly hanging between his legs. Sam sat next to him making the bed creak so much they thought it would break.

“Thanks man” Harry panted

“ no worries dude I mean you have seen me in this situation before haha”

“I am such a disgrace, you must think me such a slob”

“No Ofc not, I do the exact same thing when I am home. In fact let me be a slob too”

Sam stood up and began to remove his tight joggers and top that barley covered his belly anyway, Harry couldn’t believe the sight, Sam looked amazing so huge and obese. His briefs cutting into his huge thighs. He came and sat next to him, their bellies pushing together as they where both now released from the constraints of clothing.

“See we are the same” Sam said

“Listen mate, I don’t want you to think me disgusting but you look amazing and honestly I just wanna fuck that big ass of yours right now”

“I thought u would never ask”Sam said

Harry turned laying down next to Sam, they pushed their bellies together each helping the other to remove their tight briefs from their body.

It was amazing, they laid there next to each other after having the best sex in their life, both panting and tired from the exercise. The door opened, Harry’s mum had never looked so shocked in her life !

“Boys what, what are you doing?!”

“Mum, me and Sam we love each other and we want to grow big and old together. We want to grow fat together”

His mum called round Sam’s parents and they explained it all. They all agreed, both parents already knew their boys love for food it was just now they would be doing it together. The boys where brought food by their parents as they lay in bed together and grew in size.

Years later the bed was reinforced with steel to take the weight of the two boys, growing fatter by the day. Harry a colossal 900 pounds and sam a huge 850, they where both now 23 and had been living their dream life. They planned to keep on growing with the help of their parents

#fat kink #fat #obese #belly #getting fatter #male feedee #weight gain story #weight gain #bhm

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the-lilac-sky · 2 years ago

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hey so ive heard a lot abt shifting and in april/may I tried shifting pretty much every night. i was unsuccessful and started to believe that it wasn't real BUT THEN I got back from school early today bc of exams and it is the last week and guess fucking what I fell asleep at maybe 12pm or 1pm (don't judge I never sleep so it was good that I got a nap) then woke up at 3pm. like my mum came into the room, I was definitely awake, I asked her the time, and she said it was abt 3. ok? got it? good. so I fall back asleep and I see a door. now I know I'm asleep, I can tell I'm not in my body, this is in my subconscious or whatever. then I open the door AND LET ME FUCKING TELL U WHAT HAPPENED I SWEAR I SHIFTED.

BC I was in this large black room with no walls, just endless darkness, sitting cross-legged in front of this average wooden brown door with a brass knob. i opened the door, I could FEEL the gold brass knob, and then I walked through it and my mum was walking in front of me, and I turned around and the door was a white one???? and I was in my new house??? btw my new house hasn't been finished building yet.

so naturally, i followed her in, shut the now white door behind me, and helped her unload the groceries we were carrying bc apparently we had just gotten back from grocery shopping which is why we had been walking into the house. also we had a pet deer (one of my fav animals that I've always wanted!!!!). then I saw my grandma (who lives in another country), and she was at the table in the kitchen. she didn't look like yk how u cant see ppl in dreams but u can tell who they are? NO THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED I saw her I literally saw my grandma, every inch of her looked the exact same as to what she rly looks like. then sitting across from her was a plump woman with a genuine smile on her face, her blonde hair pulled into a loose-ish pony, and a very noticeable vibrant blue shirt. it took me a second but I realized she was my friends mum she introduced herself to me as my mums friend (they are friends irl too sooo idk)

then i realized what was happening, i knew all along that I wasn't awake/in my body, but then it hit me that I was shifting. so I went up to my room and was on my phone for a few mins until it was time to go. so I walked to school and met up with my rly close friend... sierra. anyway I've told her irl abt my shifting attempts so in the dr ('desired reality', where I shifted to) I told her that I shifted, that this was a different reality. and she forgot/didnt know what that was so I briefly explained it to her.

i said that i wasn't in my body, just bc I was conscious doesn't mean that I was conscious in my regular dimension/in my physical body.

but i had a thought, 'what if I travelled to my body for a few mins? to check yk?' so I RETURNED TO MY BODY IN THIS DIMENSION AND U KNOW WHAT WAS SUPER FREAKY??? I WAS LAYING ON MY SIDE AND LEFT WAS UP. I KID U NOT!!!! YK WHEN UR UNDERWATER AND UR DISORIENTED AND DONT KNOW UP??? WELL SORTA LIKE THAT EXCEPT UP IN MY PERSPECTIVE WAS LEFT PHYSICALLY!!! AND RIGHT IN MY PERSPECTIVE WAS UP PHYSICALLY!!!! DOES THAT MAKE SENSE??? IT RLY FUCKED WITH MY MIND!!!! IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE PUTTING U IN A BLACK BOX AND SHAKING IT AND THEN BEING TOSSED IN THE WATER AND NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY WAS WHAT OMFG

but it was overall an AWESOME experience, I rly like shifting. and before u ask, no it was NOT a lucid dream. i was shifting. nothing weird/overly dream-like happened. the weirdest thing in the dr (stands for desired reality) was having a pet baby deer, which tbh isn't that weird and isn't smth that would happen in a dream!!! now let me tell u regular dreams for me are fucking weird like once I dreamt abt my classmate (neville) kidnapping everyone and me having to escape his underwater mossy world in a spacesuit with the help of a priest??? I'm not religious

but i also couldnt control the dr like I can with lucid dreams. it was not a dream, trust me. i shifted!

and i felt a few hrs pass, like i literally spent a few hrs in my dr, between unpacking groceries and talking to my grandma and my mums friend, and being on my phone, and walking to school, and talking to sierra. like hours passed yk? but I woke up and it was 3:20pm??? now remember I fell asleep at 3!!! so time was fucking disorienting too. cuz it was like I gained a few extra hours of my life???? when only 20 mins passed in the dimension my body was in???? it was weird lemme tell u. fun, and so cool, but fucking weird and disorienting.

also if anyones curious, yes im still crying abt bailey. currently listening to all I wanted by paramore. i miss her.

#shifting #reality shifting #dreaming #lucid dreaming #weird #disorienting #pet deer #wtf happened

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roseabelle21 · 4 years ago

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No. 1

Requested by: @mirukobecomingbothered

I might have gotten carried away with the headcanon, I'm sorry! 🥺🥺 I added a few twists of my own and I hope it reached your expectations. I hope you like it! ♥️♥️♥️

Pairings: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Status: Unedited

Genre: Fluff with a tiny weeny bit of angst.

Quick Background:

An outcast because of a 'villainous' quirk? Check.

Do you have friends? Not sure if you can call them your friends when they are all blithering idiots who want to mess with the spirits.

Does everyone think that you will be a villain someday? Every time.

Is everyone afraid of you because you look like you've been dead for the past five years but still walking above ground? Absolutely!

When do people see your cat do they automatically think that you are a witch? Yes, but more like a demon in disguise.

You shrugged them off, your quirk might be on the freaky and terrifying side but it is powerful.

Contrary to popular belief, ghosts are nice, most of the time. Maybe a bit clingy and attention seeker towards you since you are the only one who can see and hear them.

They are a nice company to be around. Most of them.

There was a time you used to hate your quirk, there never seems to be a privacy when you see those supernatural things.

You see things you wish you couldn't, things that can go beyond your imagination.

Everyone thinks the worst in you, and there are days when they get to you.

When that happens, the ghosts always have your back.

You try your best to prove them wrong, and when you got into UA and placed top 5 in the sports festival, some perspective changed, and some called you a freak.

Though they are all wimps since they can't say it directly in your face or around your friends, especially your boyfriend.

Lord knows what'll happen when someone talks shit about you around them.

They probably met Jesus soon after.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Straight off the bat, your favourite date, past time, and other couple activities are sleeping.

Him catching up on his well-deserved sleep and you calm your mind from everything.

Nothing in between.

Naps in the couch, beside the window, your rooms, maybe beside the window in the common room after stargazing.

You have to pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands.

This sleepy boi understands the pain and suffering you go through the best, especially since he's been there.

Both of you start as acquaintances.

You met him when your cat decided to give you a heart attack by running off to who knows where and not coming back for h o u r s.

It freaked you out since staying out late is unlikely of your lazy ass cat.

Despite your fatigue from training, you rushed outside to find them.

You didn't have to look for too long, you found them at the park accompanied by an Einstein inspired purple-haired guy with a UA uniform.

You let out a breath of relief, it didn't last long as anger bubbled up in your chest.

Yelling out their name that startled not only your cat and the guy, but the rest of the people at the park as well.

Shinso stared at you scolding your cat whilst bringing them in your arms.

Amused and curious at the same time.

Thinking that you took that TikTok meme "I'm alive but I'm dead" a little too far.

A chuckle that left his lips and your glare started a long interesting talk.

Both of you started eating lunch together at school with the Dekusquad.

A few teasing looks from Uraraka when he sat down beside you and greeted you before anyone else.

They started inviting him to your hangouts outside of the school and study dates.

It happened almost every day once he transferred from class 1-A.

A month after that Uraraka and Kaminari started teasing the both of you.

It confused you when they made a big deal about you and Shinsou spending more time with each other than the rest of the class.

It only confused you further when Shinsou started blushing every time you look at him or even go anywhere near him.

He finally confessed to you when both of you got stuck in the closet playing 7 Minutes In Heaven.

It was hard to listen to him because of the endless teasing of your ghost friends.

They approved of him the moment he talked and looked at you like a normal human being.

Shinsou as a friend was protective of you, knowing all of the nasty looks and what people say about you because of something uncontrollable.

And now that you're his girlfriend? Oh boy, haters can run but they can't hide.

He is the most chill person you will ever meet.

But once you decided to talk shit about his girl, just pray my dude.

Or beg for mercy.

If they are one in a million lucky ones, it might work.

But they're not so.

Not even Aizawa can stop him, cause he will turn blind eye.

Nobody talks shit to any of his children students and stay alive to tell the tale.

The both of you are his prodigies, they know nothing of the hard work you both put in your training with him.

You and your boyfriend are the best in stealth missions and gathering information.

You use your friends to gather information undetectable and Shinsou tricking the villains to brainwash them.

In short, you guys are the power couple of Class 1-A and everyone agrees.

A force to be reckoned with.

Besides, no one can pull off the cosplay of Morticia and Gomez Addams better than both of you can.

You rely on each other when times get rough and needed reassurance.

Being each other's rock to hold on and find comfort in.

Shinsou will wrap his arms around you as you spill everything to him.

Reassuring you that you are his hero, muttering sweet things in your ear, stroking your hair to calm you down, and humming you to sleep.

He knows what it feels like to hate something that is apart of you.

And he tries his best to make you see the best in the worst you think of yourself.

Everything about you is beautiful, nothing that is apart of you is worth hating.

Honestly, you couldn't wish for anyone better to be your significant other.

They can call you anything they want, but you will always be an angel in his eyes.

All of them can keep talking, and he finds great pleasure once they see your true power and find themselves speechless.

"That's my girl."

Bakugou Katsuki:

Not gonna lie, he will probably think that you are a zombie or somewhat related to them.

From the moment you walked through the door, slouched back, droopy red eyes, panda-like eye bags underneath, paper white skin that is unhealthy to look at, he was certain that you are going to collapse at any given moment.

He scoffed, wondering how the hell you managed to get into UA, let alone the Hero class.

Were you even in the right class or are you just that tired to not see that huge ass sign at the door?

Either way, he didn't care.

So long as you don't stand in his way from being the best, which is highly unlikely to happen in his eyes.

So imagine his shock when you managed to score higher than him in the Physical Assessment Test.

What in the hell?

"Hey, freak bitch! How the hell did you score higher than me?! What are you playing at?!"

Kirishima immediately held him back and apologized profusely to you.

Bakugou's anger at you only increased when you only stared at him blankly before rolling your eyes and walked away.

Throughout the rest of the day, whenever he tries to call you or even go near you, he finds himself tripping over nothing or his things randomly dropping.

To say it freaks him out will be an understatement.

However, that didn't stop him from pestering you.

Constantly asking yelling- at you demanding your quirk and challenging you for a fight.

You're nonchalant response and sassy remarks only ticked him off.

The two on two activity was useless since you did nothing and Todoroki handled the rest.

Cue the USJ incident and he is finally satisfied when he saw your quirk at first hand.

Skeletons rising from the ground and villains mysteriously flying away from you when they get too close to you.

He immediately put everything together and he is ecstatic.

An unusual quirk but powerful nonetheless.

Katsuki finds himself watching you in the classroom and during training.

Finding your quirk nothing short of weird and curiosity of finding out how you use it is eating him alive.

Sometimes, he catches you talking to yourself and it only makes him more curious.

And think that you are crazy.

The moment you agreed to challenge him was the beginning of your friendship.

He overheard a few girls that you went to school with talking about your hideous appearance and quirk when walking towards the school for training.

A slight twinge in his heart when he saw you, although your face didn't reveal anything, your eyes sure did.

He dragged you by the arm to go faster and reassured you in his blunt way.

After that training with Bakugou became a routine.

The Bakusquad saw you both walking out of the park.

You declined their offer of going out saying that you have something to do and Bakugou just saying that he's not interested in going.

So the teasing of when both of you will make it official happens every. Single. Day.

Be it weekends or weekdays.

They will not stop their teasing even if they are on the verge of death.

Your bond with Katsuki strengthened when you came to rescue him from the villains and when he failed the Provisional License exams.

You were the first one to notice his change and the first and only one to confront him.

He was shocked.

He thought he had it hidden well but not to you.

At first, he was hesitant to tell you anything. But one hug from you and his walls came crashing down.

After that incident, you came to each other to open up.

You told him how you hate your quirk sometimes. Seeing things that gives you nightmares and paranoia.

In a short but somewhat sweet way, he told you about how those fears make you a stronger person. Physically and mentally.

He's by your side no matter what happens, he won't let you go through this alone.

To further emphasize it, he gave you a one arm hug.

He asked you out a few weeks later, quietly and all blushy face which was the first for him.

Of course you said yes.

You both agreed to keep your relationship a secret from everyone until Halloween where - much to everyone's surprise- he joined in.

The real icing on the cake was when they saw you both in a cliche couple, Harley Quinn and Joker.

Mina and Kirishima were the first ones to realize and Denki being the last.

You are practically inseparable after you relieved your relationship.

Anyone who talks badly about you and your quirk won't last long in the face of the earth.

Katsuki Bakugou is already explosive enough as he is, and you decided to talk shit about the love of his life?

Girl/Boy bye.

I hope you crossed everything off your bucket list cause the last thing you will see and hear is the sound of his explosions.

He once asked you about what your spirits think of him.

You were silent for a while before you replied, "I don't think you wanna know."

You know he won't stop there, he kept pestering you, again and again, every chance he gets to ask.

Annoyed you told him.

"They think you are a crusty pomeranian and they find you amusing since it's a miracle that you still have your voice after al those yelling."

They like annoying him, whenever you both are alone, they whisper things to you that'll get you to giggle and he'll angrily question what they were talking about.

Making his things fall or mess with his hair.

They like him for you.

As long as he keeps you safe and happy, they'll keep him safe and sound.

From the villains and the bad spirits.

Random:

You have the perfect quirk to scare the living hell of your friends and family during Halloween season.

Who are you to deny the advantages of it. 😏😏😏

Various crosses and other blessed items by the priest litter around your room to keep the spirits away.

#Request #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki headcanons

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classicaltrashical · 5 years ago

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Okay I'm not pro-bakugou, but I'm not an asshole that's going to sh*t on you for liking him, but here are some reasons on why I really dont understand people shipping BakuDeku or liking Bakugou Katsuki in general. Not hating on you just stating some canon facts. By the way I tried to censor myself but I just stopped because I got so frustrated with the amount of abuse that Bakugou got away with in just the first few chapters of the manga.

1. Bakugou is abusive towards Izuku both physically and emotionally.

1. The first freaking page of the manga starts out with Bakugou punching Izuku (while probably using his quirk).

2. Page 12 of the first chapter Bakugou slams his hands onto Izuku's desk and uses his explosion to the point it blasts Izuku out of his desk.

- Also note Izuku's body language he is trying to be as small as possible because he already is acclimated to this treatment. He is also seen trying to be as small as possible.

3. Page 15 Bakugou destroys Izuku's notebook (destruction of property).

4. Page 16 Bakugou burns Izuku's shoulder. From the looks of this and Bakugou's attitude towards Izuku this appears to in some way be a common occurrence. Because obviously this is NOT the first time he burned Izuku.

5. Page 17 Bakugou tells Izuku and I quote from the VIZ My Hero Academia Volume 1 10th Printing September 2019 "You wanna be a hero so bad? I've got a timesaving idea for you. If you think you'll have a quirk in your next life... go take a swan dive off the roof!!" After this Bakugou makes small explosions on his palm in a threatening way and Izuku left in the classroom shaking in fear. Even his friends tell him that he went too far.

6. Of course you have the name Deku. Which when used in the context that Bakugou does in the anime means Defenseless Izuku and also uses it as the abbreviation of Dekunobou which roughly translates to "good for nothing."

7. In the flashback of Izuku and Bakugou after getting praised by their principal(?) Bakugou basically grabs Izuku by the collar of his uniform and shoved up against the wall all because Bakugou was jealous and mad that he was not the first and only student to go to U.A. from their middle school and mad because he thought Izuku was hiding his quirk all this time.

2. Izuku is still traumatized.

1. I've hinted at this above, but I don't think I would allow someone with a quirk that makes them sweat a nitroglycerin-like substance to put their smoldering hand on me. Seriously just that scene makes it clear that Bakugou has used his quirk to either frighten Izuku or to injure Izuku.

2. When going in for the entrance exam on page 2 of the third chapter Izuku is shown to turn away from Bakugou and appears to be even more nervous then before.

3. Izuku also thinks to himself about how he has to "stop flinching instinctively." Guys he flinches away from just hearing and/or seeing Bakugou. If you think this can become a healthy and stable relationship......??? Also a few pages after when everyone is gathering around their assigned testing locations someone says "he flinches at the slightest touch" after Iida grabs his shoulder.

- If you think that is freaking natural someone watching that unfold already freaking knows it's not f u c k i n g natural for some to be terrified of another person grabbing their shoulder when they even see the person performing the act. Startled perhaps, but not the way Izuku flinched. Once again in this scene (and like most throughout the first volume) Izuku tries to make himself smaller than he already is by tucking his chin towards his chest and looking away from Iida (who by the way is trying to meet Izuku's eye.) Izuku is so used to being physically abused by his peers that he flinches on contact.

4. Before entering the 1-A classroom for the first time Izuku prays that neither Bakugou or Iida would be in the same class and depicts Bakugou in a pretty demonic way.

5. After the meeting with the principal(?) Izuku instinctively raises his arms to try and block any explosions near his face.

6. After Izuku uses OFA through one finger in Aizawa's assessment test Bakugou is furious and when Izuku sees his barreling towards him he screams in fear. And guys this must be the first time someone has actually STOPPED Bakugou from tormenting Izuku because the look on Bakugou's face is pure shock. Meaning in the years (probably near a fucking decade) nobody has stopped anyone from bullying Izuku. Like that says it all, doesn't matter if you're pro-Bakugou or not Bakugou traumatized Izuku because his abuse and torment went from when they were just little kids after finding out Izuku was quirkless to right after the Sludge Monster.

Do I need to continue into Volume 2 with the whole Bakugou versus Izuku fight? But I will say this...

Izuku has started to heal.

As the manga and anime continue Izuku stops flinching everytime someone calls his name or touches him. He stops raising his arms to block a blow that won't come. He stops trying to sink in on himself. I think the best comparison of this is when Izuku first "raises" his hand in the first chapter to the one during Ectoplasm's math lesson where he stands up confidently and gives an answer.

But healing doesn't erase the past. Healing mentally doesn't erase physical scars (once again it is pretty obvious that Bakugou used his quirk on Izuku.)

Not to mention Bakugou has yet to confront what he did to Izuku. Hell he hasn't even changed much. The only change he did was not always call people somewhat derogatory names instead of their actual name. Don't give me that shit of "well he was kidnapped and felt guilty over All Might's retirement." That's just making a fucking excuse about why he should be forgiven. Was he held against his will for almost a fucking decade? No it was a handful of days and who got him out? Shockingly, but sadly not shockingly the one he decided to torment for years. Don't give me that shit about how apparently being a kid gets you out of trouble. Sure some of it was when he was a kid, but want to know something people age. Hell by the time he told Izuku to kill himself he would have been 14 and most likely almost 15. Which means he should have fucking known better! The only actual excuse I will allow to somewhat slide is the fact that as mentioned AIZAWA SHOTA WAS PROBABLY THE FIRST ADULT TO STOP BAKUGOU FROM HARMING IZUKU! Meaning every fucking adult that saw the way Bakugou acted didn't do jack shit which meant he was raised in a toxic system for years being told what he was doing wasn't something worth being punished for. But still Bakugou should have known better.

The fact that Izuku idolizes Bakugou shows how toxic even this "friendship" is. He is literally idolizing his abuser. And yeah Bakugou is an abuser sure he can be called a bully and a tormentor but he is an abuser. "A person who treats another person or animal with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly"- the fucking Oxford definition of abuser. I mean repeatedly throughout the series Izuku talks about how he has come to view Bakugou as an image of victory.

You want a character to be dating his past abuser? You really want that? I don't give a shit if you write a "they have a talk about their past" before they start dating in your story.

The fact that Bakugou's abuse and the trauma it did to Izuku hasn't been talked about yet in canon is also something that angers me a bit (hopefully Horikoshi has something planned for this). Because it's obvious from their fight during finals and their fight after the provisional license exam that they need to at least talk about it. And then get them both into fucking therapy because yikes they both need it.

And I do not fully agree with Bakugou being forced out of the Hero Course (as some people do), but at least some temporary removal. Mainly put him on probation for a while. Because I believe there are rules in Hero Society that prohibit even middle schoolers from using their quirks against someone(? Right these exist?)

Also if you think for one fucking second that Bakugou did not abuse Izuku and having them in a relationship is not toxic go read the manga and watch the anime both from the beginning because you are missing some cues.

I know that this is was supposed to be about why I don't see how people can ship this and it turned into a rant. I never really care about what other people ship but just think about this. I wrote this mainly because I have seen some people around saying that anti-bakugous overexaggerate and say that Bakugou want not an abuser when ah clearly he is. Like I could go onnnnnnnnn about how much damage Bakugou did to Izuku. We aren't exaggerating you just need to go back to the beginning and see how shitty Bakugou treated Izuku.

If you want to make an argument about how Bakugou is a good guy and how he has learned and changed and it's all good now come @ me I have volumes 1-23 and the other manga chapters on stand by and my Hulu is up and ready.

Not actually looking for an argument but I could have made this post longer but it's now almost 8am I haven't slept a wink and I'm tired.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Bakugou is a bully #Bakugou is an abuser #midoriya izuku #not hating just stating canon facts #anti bakudeku #anti bakugou #anti Bakugou Katsuki

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howggswouldreact · 4 years ago

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♡ Serenity | Seulgi

Request: hii, can u write a fluf scenario with seulgi of red velvet where they gf have a bad day on the University and she tries to comfort her with cuddles and a lot of kisses ? thank u sorry for bad English ❤️❤️❤️

Plot: Reader has a terrible day at college and Seulgi is the only person who can help her feel better.

Words: 1,553

Genre: fluff, college!au

Notes: this is one of my favs i’ve wrote... hope you like it! ♡ ♡

You never thought that one day could be as bad as this one. And by just thinking about it, you were afraid it was going to start raining and a lightning bolt would hit the very top of your head, as it usually happens in the movies.

Since you woke up for classes, everything was going wrong. You stumbled when you got out of bed. When you went to take a shower the water that came out was strong and the fast jet was as cold as snow on Christmas morning. You put your blouse on the wrong side and had to come back to fix it. And, for some reason, you had the feeling that you were forgetting something. Luckily, you weren't late.

What was happening? It seemed to you that the day was destined to be a bad one. Was it some kind of curse? You didn’t know. But you were asking the universe not to make it worse.

However, it can be cruel when it wants to.

When you arrived at your first class of the day, you realized what you had forgotten: the last exam of the semester.

How could you miss such an important detail like this? It was the last one! And a subject that you were not so familiar with. Okay, your week was terrible, exam after exam, project after project, you weren't sleeping well or even eating well.

Sitting down and picking up your pen, you took a deep breath and looked at the paper that was deposited by your teacher right in front of you. Closing your eyes slowly, you thought of all the content you had learned, went over every detail in your own mind and hoped you hadn't missed one. You would need calm but, mainly, you would need luck.

A few kilometers and a few hours later, on the same campus, your girlfriend, Seulgi, was concerned. While sitting with two of her friends, Yerim and Joohyun, she texted you asking if you were eating or at least had a glass of water. The answer was almost always negative, so Seulgi's concern increased and made her heart squeeze. But since you didn't respond right away, she sighed heavily and put the phone back in her jacket pocket.

"Honestly, girls, I miss Y/N..."

"This is new!", Yerim said in a boring tone, used to Seulgi always saying how much she missed you, even though she saw you the night before.

“No, I'm serious, I haven't seen her in over a week. And we study at the same university! ”

Yerim's eyebrows went up in surprise. Joohyun, who was concentrating on her milkshake, finally spoke up.

“This last semester is very stressful, Seulgi, maybe she won't be able to manage everything at once. At least she had answered your messages, right?”

“Yes, but she is putting college above her own well-being! That's what worries me. She is not taking care of herself. ”

Seulgi's cell phone rang and when she picked it up she realized it was a call from you. She answered it.

"Hey, babe!", she said, with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey..."

From the tone of your voice, Seulgi knew there was something wrong.

"Did something happen?", she asked, worried about you.

"I’ve had a very bad day..."

"Tell me where you are and I will get you."

While waiting for Seulgi with the backpack on your shoulders, you looked at the sun, which was setting behind the tall gray buildings of the university. You were feeling drained and connecting with nature wouldn't work to recharge your batteries. Then you looked down at the sidewalk and there she was, in a black jacket and her hair hanging loose over her shoulders, a beautiful smile, which was the only thing capable of recharging your batteries.

Seulgi approached you and hugged you.

"Are we going to my apartment?"

You nodded.

You both walked hand in hand all the way. Her apartment was not far from the campus and it was much more comfortable for you two than your dorm. And your roommate would be there so you wouldn’t have privacy and you wouldn’t talk about your feelings to Seulgi.

When you arrived at her apartment, you hugged her again, and the feeling of her arms around you made you feel at home. Seulgi was your home.

"What do you think about..." she started to speak, fingers sliding through your hair as she slid her nose to yours. "... taking a shower to relax while I order your favorite food and put a really bad movie for us to watch?"

You smiled and felt her lips on top of yours. Seulgi sucked your lower lip and gave it a light peck, her hands cupping your face, her thumbs giving a gentle touch on your cheeks.

"I think it's a good idea.", you said when the kiss ended.

You went to shower in Seulgi's suite and she took out her cell phone to order your favorite food at a restaurant near her apartment. She asked for the order to come neatly arranged and even tipped the restaurant as an incentive.

In the bath, you tried to relax. There, the water was at a pleasant temperature. There, you were feeling well. It was as if everything needed Seulgi's presence to finally come into balance. You stayed like that for a while, so immersed in your own thoughts that you didn't hear the bell ring or even when Seulgi came in and out of the room quickly.

You came out of the bathroom and saw on the bed clothes that Seulgi had separated for you to wear. Smiling to yourself as you got dressed, you thought of how lucky you were to have her in your life and how she made difficult days easily light, as if she had done some kind of magic.

"Do you prefer to eat here on the sofa to watch TV or in the bedroom?", asked Seulgi.

She wasn’t wearing her jacket anymore and hadn’t turned to you yet. She was taking the food out of the bags she had received from the delivery man minutes earlier.

"It's so warm!", she said, pointing to the food on the table and turning to you. "Oh, Gosh! We haven't seen each other in so long that I forgot how beautiful you look in my clothes!”

“Hey, it was only for a week! I couldn't stay away from my teddy bear for a long time... ”, you laughed.

"Any time without you is a long time, you know that.", she pulled you by the hand and kissed your forehead.

"Silly!", you said, approaching and inhaling the delicious scent of the food. "My goodness, just smell that... Definitely, let's eat here in the living room!"

So, as Seulgi had said, you started eating while watching a cliché movie from the 00s' on Netflix, a very boring romantic comedy. This early evening made you feel that everything was completely different from your morning. Like the two sides of the same coin: one side, in the morning, was completely dirty and dusty; on the other side, it was shiny, shiny like your girlfriend's smile.

You finished eating and Seulgi stroked your hair, sitting next to you on the floor. She was facing you, the movie was of no importance to her, and you knew those dark eyes were reading you.

"Do you want to tell me how you're feeling?", she asked you, her quiet, low voice taking a path so deeply from your ears to your heart that you just started to cry.

All the feeling of tiredness, physical and mental exhaustion, leaving in an intense flow of tears. That simple sentence by Seulgi broke a wall, releasing trapped feelings.

Her arms went around your body, warming you up and giving you the security you needed at that moment, that terrible month. She kissed your cheek several times, kissed your temple, said everything you needed to hear:

"Everything will be fine, my love."

But, unlike when other people say the same thing, hearing those words coming out of Seulgi's mouth brought an immeasurable truth, a certainty that left no room for doubt. Everything would really be fine.

Then the tears gradually stopped, your breathing normalized and Seulgi wiped your face with the tips of the sleeves of her blouse. She placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, making a smile appear on your lips.

"This is how you should look, always with that smile that I love on your lips.", she pulled you closer, caressed your face, smiling at you.

Her lips traveled every corner of your face until they finally found your lips, applying soft pecks mixed with smiles. Seulgi had your heart and knew how to take care of it better than anyone.

"Thank you.”, you said, leaning your forehead against hers.

"For what?", she asked, confused.

"For being the best girlfriend in the world."

"I only accept thanks if it is in the form of kisses."

You smiled, your eyes alternating between her mouth and her perfect eyes.

"I think it is a price that I am willing to pay.”, you replied.

And you leaned down to join your lips to hers, finding that taste of serenity that only Seulgi’s lips had.

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The Exam (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: The Exam Rating: PG-13 Length: 1800 Warnings: Medical procedures (female physical examine, mentions of procuedures related to reproductive health) and discusions of miscarriages, infertility, and other topics related to conception and pregnancy. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1996. I learned something new about Reader today. So that was cool. Summary: Reader goes to the OB/GYN for an exam.

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You chewed at a hangnail on your thumb as you perched on the edge of the exam table, looking between Javier and the door. “You know, I ran out of a doctor’s office in a hospital gown once.”

Javier’s brows rose upwards as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, “That sounds like a story I haven’t been told before.”

“Oh, the stories I could tell.” You laughed, though it didn’t quite reach your expression. “My mother was being… her usual self. I got fed up with her bullshit and decided to peace out. In the hospital gown.”

He snorted, “Somehow I can see you doing that.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth as his eyes wandered around the room.

The walls were covered with anatomical posters of uteruses and Fallopian tubes; gleefully pregnant women and their partners. You watched the way Javier’s face sobered — and you wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking.

A quick knock gave you a moment’s notice before the doctor and a nurse stepped into the room.

“I do apologize for the delay,” the doctor remarked as she introduced herself to the both of you. “We had a mother going into labor during her exam. Never a dull moment.”

“Lucky her.” You offered wryly, brushing your hands over your lap, straightening out the hospital gown.

“Indeed.” The doctor chuckled as she washed her hands, before slipping on a pair of gloves. “Mr. Peña, you’re welcome to wait in the waiting room while we exa—“

“I’d prefer it if he stayed.” You interjected with a shake of your head.

Javier scratched at his jaw, “I don’t want to be in the way.”

“We’re in this together.” You reminded him, before looking towards the doctor. “There’s nothing we’ll discuss that I won’t tell him later.”

“It’s nice to see a supportive partner,” The doctor remarked with a smile. “If you don’t mind laying back, I’m going to begin the exam while I ask you a few questions.”

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you laid back on the table, the paper crinkling beneath you as the doctor loomed over you.

“How long have you been trying?”

“Two months.” You answered as the doctor examined your breasts, before moving towards your stomach. “But we’ve never really used protection outside of birth control.”

“And you’ve been pregnant before?”

“We have a daughter.”

“Any history of miscarriages?”

You nodded slightly, “When I was fifteen. I didn’t even know until I went to the hospital.” You tilted your head, your eyes meeting Javier’s. There was nothing but compassion in his gaze.

The doctor’s fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your stomach as the examination continued. “Any history of sexually transmitted diseases?”

“We’ve both been tested over the years. We’re clean.” You winced a little as she pressed down hard on a spot.

“Is that tender?”

“Yeah,” You shifted under her touch. “But I’ve got a bruise there.”

The doctor’s brows rose upwards skeptically.

“We’ve taken the trying very seriously.” You admitted with an awkward laugh, “Javi, do you have that chart?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ as he passed the piece of paper to the nurse, who handed it to the doctor.

She bummed curiously as she reviewed the past two months. You’d charted out the last day of your birth control, your period, temperature changes, and indicated the days and times of intercourse. If you were thorough in your professional work, you’d gone thoroughly overboard in your pregnancy planning.

“Now that we’ve completed the external examination, I’m going to do an internal and external ultrasound. Just to ensure that everything looks normal and healthy.” She looked towards Javier then. “I usually recommend that the male partner be tested as well. It’s a simple procedure to check semen count.”

Javier shifted uncomfortably, “I read the leaflet.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and returned a moment later with a cart that held the ultrasound machine.

“Did you have any complications during your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned you.

“Our daughter wasn’t planned.” You admitted. “Birth control, but no other protection. Easy pregnancy, aside from morning sickness.”

“Beginner’s luck,” The doctor said lightly as she adjusted the stirrups at the base of the exam table, helping your feet into them. “We’ll start with the internal ultrasound. It will feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but hopefully it will help us figure out what’s going on.”

You gave her a thumbs up, turning your head to look at Javier. “Be glad you don’t have to do this part.” You remarked.

“Trust me,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding towards one of the posters detailing an external cephalic version. “I’m already in awe of what women go through.”

There was nothing wrong with you. Everything looked healthy and functional. By all accounts — you should’ve been pregnant. But you weren’t.

The doctor ran a panel of blood tests that would take a few days to get the results of, but she doubted that they’d reveal anything. Javier scheduled an appointment to get his swimmers counted.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Javier questioned as he settled into the passenger seat.

“It’s a nice distraction,” You retorted, reaching across the center console to steal his sunglasses off his shirt. “What’s the process?”

Javier huffed, picking you the sheet of instructions he’d been given, “Three to five days without activity.”

“Glad it’s next week then.” You rubbed your thumbs over the steering wheel, staring straight ahead for a moment before starting up the car. “I’m supposed to start ovulating at some point in the next forty-eight hours, if things are running smoothly.”

“It seems like I’m the problem here,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed as he stared at the sheet. “I figured this was coming. You know, Steve had to go through a whole gauntlet of tests when they were struggling.”

You nodded, “I remember. They both went through the ringer.”

“It says I can bring a guest.” Javier remarked as he turned the piece of paper over and continued reading.

“I’m sure Steve will be honored by the offer.”

“Really?”

“I feel like there’s a testy joke in there somewhere.”

Javier snorted, “You’re lucky I love your bad humor.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.” You told him with a smirk. “I’d be happy to help.” You reached over and patted his leg. “I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you either. It’s just a matter of timing.”

“Maybe.” He sighed, folding he paper in half, and then in half again before tucking it into the front inner pocket of his jacket. “How are you feeling?”

You made a face as you stopped at a red light, “A bit violated, but that’s pretty normal once the stirrups come out. You should see what happens during a pap smear.”

Javier glared at you, “I read the informational poster. I’d rather not.”

“It’s fun.” You said dryly as you started through the intersection, making the turn onto the highway. “Thank you for coming today. For staying.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Javier told you. “Even if it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.”

You grimaced, “I should’ve told you before—“

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s none of my business.”

“True.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip. “There was never a time to casually bring it up.” You pointed out, “Hey when I was fifteen I had a miscarriage and I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“When you were fifteen,” Javier rocked his jaw, “I would’ve been already in and out of college, and settled into the job at sheriff’s office.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right. Twenty-three?”

“Probably twenty-four.” Javier rubbed his hands together as he stared out the passenger window. “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You told him honestly. “That was the first time I’ve thought about it since..” You thought for a second. “Maybe since I was a teenager. It never came up with Josie.”

“I wish this were as easy as it was with Josie.” Javier sighed. “It’s gotta be me. I’m not exactly young.”

“You’re not exactly old either.” You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner just have a kid at sixty-five?”

“True.”

“Okay, then it’s probably not you.” You flipped onto the turn signal and merged into the lane for the off ramp that led to your condo. “You’re only forty-five Javier.”

“I know.” He sighed heavily, sinking back against the seat. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the way he was clenching his jaw.

“Hey,” You reached over and squeezed his leg. “I think the doctor was pretty impressed by our chart.”

Javier snorted, resting his hand over yours. “We’re gonna have to break our streak when I’ve got to go without you, baby.”

“But that’s not for a couple days.” You reminded him, squeezing his leg three times. “You should’ve seen her face when she touched the bruise.”

“I’m sure she had a few thoughts on it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure.” In reality — you both knew that that was what happened when you got fucked into the side of your kitchen table. “You know what I don’t get?”

“Hmm?”

“When the doctor tells you that they’ll give you some privacy to get changed…” You said as you turned into your condo parking lot. “As if they haven’t just had a full look at your most intimate parts. Inside and out.”

“It didn’t look fun.” Javier’s brows rose upwards as he tilted his head to look at you. “You wanna rest? I can handle Josie this evening, when Steve drops her off.”

“I’ve been through worse.” You shrugged, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “It’s mostly just awkward. I mean, you saw the process. Mostly my stomach’s just a little sore because she prodded at me like it was a deep-tissue massage.”

“We’ve got a couple hours before he drops her off.” Javier tilted his head to look at you.

“I know.” You smirked at him. “And we’re home just in time for General Hospital.” It was no telenovela — but damn if you weren’t hooked.

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze. “It’s probably just a matter of timing.” You wanted this to work — for him. You saw the way his eyes lingered on new mothers with their babies sitting in the waiting room. The way he made conversation with the anxious dads waiting for their partners to come out.

He’d missed all of that with Josie and you wanted to give him that one thing, after he’d given you everything.

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