#‘what do you mean you spar with y/n???? be careful dude they might get the wrong idea’ | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

Text

pairing: james bucky barnes x male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.37 | cw: enemies to lovers, slight nsfw ending, swearing | 16+

anon: Can you write an enemies to lovers with Bucky Barnes and male reader with a slight nsfw? 👉👈❤ (if not then just an enemies to lovers👉👈❤)

a/n: enemies to lovers are amazing but hard to write

James Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier and bane of your existence.

You don’t know just why you hated him; in fact, you had some similarities, yet he still managed to piss you off just by breathing.

Everything about him was so damn irritating.

You’re sure he hated you too, but he never showed it as much as you did. You suppose that’s one of the ways he wins your arguments, he’s always calmer than you, less affected. He makes your blood boil but you can barely even make him mad.

Pathetic, really.

“What are you doing here?” You just wanted to train, you just wanted to go to the gym and work out in peace. Was that too much to ask for?

“Can’t I workout?” He responds with a roll of his eyes.

You despised that. Still, you had no real excuse to kick him out of the gym, nor did you want to leave just because of his presence.

As you do your thing, your weights, you can feel his stare on your back.

“What the fuck do you want, Barnes?” It’s until he’s looked you up and down that he snaps out of it. However, this time, unlike other times, he looks ashamed.

But he still bites his damn lip. “Spit it out.”

He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Spit what out?” His voice doesn’t give you any hints as to what he feels, and shit, you hate it.

“Whatever you have to say.”

He scoffs, “I have nothing to say.”

“Clearly, you do.” He groans frustratingly, pissed off by your bullshit. Still, he says nothing, gives you no insult, doesn’t tell you how angry he is.

“I don’t.” Even if he doesn’t voice it, his actions say everything. “Look, if my presence bothers you that much, I’ll just leave.”

“Good!”

“Good.”

“It’s his damn stare, Sam.”

“I know, right?!” Sam laughs. The Falcon had as much of a grudge as you did with Bucky, except they could cooperate with each other much better than you could. Still, you bonded over it.

“But, be honest with me, (y/n). It’s not just the stare, is it?” His tone is suggestive, in a flirty kind of way. You’re repulsed at the thought of being intimate with the Winter Soldier, but as much as you despise him, your chest also warms up. You hope for hatred.

“What ever do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” He replies. The warmth in your chest increases.

“Shut up, Sam.”

“Come on!” He gives you an accusatory look, with a smirk that you want to punch off his face. Why is Sam your friend, again? “He pisses you off on a whole nother level than he pisses me off. Even I can tell.”

“Ugh, well…” You began relaying everything you hated about him and what he did.

He was serious and headstrong, although humorous and reckless at the same time. All the things you hated about him were silly, but dammit you would stick with them.

His vibranium arm, it felt like a cheat code. You’re sparring, he beats you, you’re arm wrestling, he refuses to use his normal arm, you’re arguing, he threatens to slap you with it. It’s all because of his damn powerful arm.

At times when his voice is so expressionless, yet his face gives away everything. If he’s going to glare at you, he might as well straight up tell you everything he feels about you.

The way he bit his lip when he was holding back an insult, you just wanted him to say it. What’s holding him back? Is it that bad that he thinks it’s going to affect you?

And most of all, his stare. You hadn’t noticed it since Sam brought it up but every time you noticed it, it never failed to anger you. Without fail, he looks you up and down, sizing you up as if you were about to throw hands; hell, you wanted to throw hands.

“(y/n), buddy, pal, dude... I’m pretty sure that’s sexual tension.”

“What the fuck, Sam?”

“Hey!” He raises his hands in a surrender motion. “I hate the guy too, but that’s a different kind of stare. He’s checking you out.”

“Sam-”

“Ey, ey, hear me out here.” The statement is usually followed up by a lengthy and logical explanation, but Sam isn’t the most logical of people. He puts his hands on your shoulders as if he’s about to tell you his whole life story before saying, “You’re emotionally constipated.”

“Sam!” You groan.

He gives you an all-knowing look. “You know it’s true.”

You roll your eyes, shake off his hands and walk out the room angrily. As you do, Sam shouts at you, “You can’t run from the truth, (y/n)!”

You don’t know how you ended up here. You don’t know when you and Barnes got so close that you could see every little detail of his face. You don’t know why you needed to be up in his face in the first place.

All you knew was that you were angry and you wanted to punch the Winter Soldier.

“It’s not my fault you pushed me under a literal bus!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a literal supersoldier!”

This was why you shouldn’t be put in the same mission without a mediator, hell, just together! If it wasn’t for his mistakes, and if it wasn’t for yours, the mission would’ve been fulfilled.

Any other person would’ve been good for the job.

At some point, he slapped you - with his non-metal arm. At some point, you balled up his shirt and pulled him towards you so that you scream in each other’s faces even closer.

At some point, you stopped shouting.

Your talk earlier that week with Sam sprung back into your mind. God, that motherfucker was right. Bucky glanced down, at your lips. His eyes snapped up to your eyes just as quick but they kept trailing down then back up.

Normally, this would’ve pissed you off, but at the moment, you were doing the same thing.

“Fuck.” He mutters. The movement of his lips causes them to brush against yours… this was torture, it really was. You wanted to lean forward, kiss him; every fiber of your being told you to pull away, but everything told you to lean in at the same time.

“Fucking kiss me, coward.” That was your pushing point.

Despite you initiating the kiss, he kisses you with a fervor surely fueled by his anger. You don’t know how long it lasts, but by the time you pull apart, you’re both desperate for air.

“I like you, you idiot.” Bucky’s voice is softer now. His eyebrows furrow, though the gesture is no longer irritating to look at.

Instead of giving a reply, you kiss him again. His lips are gentle and tender, yet they’re chapped at the same time. It’s not a nice texture to be kissing, but you weren’t being nice either.

As you get lost into the kiss, your grip on his shirt falters. He takes both your hands, delicately, and brings them together to hook around his waist. His own settle on your hair, tugging you as close to him as possible.

“Do you like me too?” He sounds desperate.

“I-” Your chest warms up, like it always does around him; and fuck, you realize it’s not anger, but attraction. He looks absolutely beautiful. “Does the kissing not tell you enough?”

“No,” He doesn’t banter with you. “tell me how you feel.”

Your heart tells you yes, your brain tells you yes, you like him and you want him. “I like you.”

Bucky smiles genuinely, but it’s not long before his face changes entirely. His eyes are half-lidded, and he smiles lazily yet playfully as he hooks a leg around your hip and pulls you closer to him. The grunt you let out as your pelvises press against each other only spurs him on.

The only space between you two is now between your lips, but he’s soon to seal that too.

Neither of you care that you’re at an alleyway out in public, despite that, neither of you bother to move.

He wants your right here, right now, and nothing’s stopping him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x male reader #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #enemies to lovers #🧵nsfw⚠️#anonymousrequest

438 notes · View notes

n0bamak1s · 3 years

Text

mutual - mai zenin x reader

request: “Could you write mai x non-binary s/o, where mai is realizing that she has a crush on s/o, it'd be funny to see her reaction when the s/o get asked by todo before they spar, abt the kind of woman s/o like, and s/o just shrug and answer 'mai, i guess'.” - @814519

summary: reader seems to take a liking to mai, who refuses to acknowledge her schoolgirl crush on them, and todo somehow manages to be the one to get them to stop dancing around their feelings for each other. (genre: fluff, mutual pining, slice of life-y)

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, mostly just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i’m sorry to take a long ass hiatus again but i have some fics i’m working on rn!! thank you all sm for being so patient with how slow i can be T_T btw this one includes some very mild miwa x reader as well just as a heads up lol!

when you first transferred schools in order to master your cursed technique, your first instinct was to raise an eyebrow at your classmates. the lineup of students in your school consisted of a boy who might as well be a bodybuilder, a blonde girl whose hair seemed to defy gravity, an awkward looking stoic boy clad in traditional clothing, a girl with a gun holster on the side of her baggy pants who wore a bored expression as her gaze met yours, and a normal looking blue haired girl standing next to some rusty looking robot. with all their strange hairstyles and odd clothing choices, combined with how nonchalant they were about their mechanical companion, they might as well be the cast of some forgotten sitcom from the 80s.

after introducing yourself to your stiff new classmates, you were whisked away to be led to your dorm by the blue haired girl (would you call her a “bluenette”?) who you learned was called miwa. as you walked, you asked her questions about her cursed technique, to which she sheepishly smiled and explained how she was the most “useless” of the students.

in response to her shameless self deprecation, you simply scoffed and sent an easy smile her way. “you really shouldn’t beat yourself up like that miwa, if you do it’ll be much easier for your opponents to.” despite the teasing nature of your words, you really did hope you’d managed to encourage her a bit.

miwa turned to you with bright eyes and a sincere smile. “that means a lot, really! it’ll be so nice to have an upperclassman here who isn’t so intimidating. i’m always so nervous to ask mai for help with stuff, so it’s nice to know you believe in me!”

her smile was infectious as you mirrored your junior’s facial expression. “there’s no need to be scared of them you know, believe me, just because they’re older doesn’t mean they have any idea what they’re doing.”

she shrugged in response. “i guess you might be right, this morning mai was practically shaking in her boots about getting to meet you, so maybe it’s all just a tough facade!”

you thought back to the girl who had introduced herself as mai.

what first caught your eye was the way she carried herself. while next to her other classmates as she introduced herself to you, arms crossed over her chest and back straight, as if it was an attempt to look high and mighty. rather than a proper introduction, she simply told you her name, before looking away boredly. the both of you chose to ignore the way todo teased her, before turning to introduce himself with a smug smile. he opened his mouth to seemingly ask you something, but was quickly cut off by mai stomping on his foot, sending him a harsh look. she glanced back at you with a slightly softer expression and a monotone apology for “his idiocy.”

you chuckled quietly at the idea of the girl who presented herself as so blunt and cold getting all nervous at the idea of your arrival.

breaking you out of your reminiscence, miwa waved her hands in front of her nervously as she turned to you. “just please don’t tell her i said that!” her guilty expression rivaled that of a kid who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

before she could continue in her nervous exclamation about how intimidated she was by her senior, you grabbed her hands that had been motioning wildly to match her words. “don’t worry miwa, i’d never sell you out like that.” you let out a small chuckle as you examined the genuine worry on her face, to which she just sheepishly smiled. it was funny to you how scared she seemed of her seniors, but it couldn’t help you from getting an odd urge to want to protect the small girl.

“besides,” your smile turned sly “, if what you say is true, i bet mai would be too shy to even talk to me!” a loud laugh escaped your lips as you continued your way down the dorm halls with long strides. behind you, miwa sped up when remembering she was supposed to be the one escorting you to your dorm.

“come on, that’s not fair to hang it over my head like that!” she whined as she managed to match your pace.

as miwa trailed ever so slightly behind you, you caught sight of a newly familiar head of dark hair (under the fluorescent lighting you couldn’t entirely tell whether it was green or black.)

“mai!” you called out to the girl you’d been newly acquainted with, raising one hand in greeting and slinging the other around your very embarrassed looking juniors shoulders.

the girl you’d shouted to turned to you with heavy lidded eyes that gave her face a bored, almost annoyed, expression. her turning your way was quickly followed by todo, who you guessed had been standing next to her, glancing over the hallway corner to meet your gaze. those two made an odd pair, from what you could tell. in contrast to mai’s impassive greeting, todo had introduced himself with booming confidence, before going on to complain to utahime that he’d have to leave in order to make it back to his dorm to score tickets for a concert featuring takeda. in the moment, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of such an intimidating looking dude having a huge crush on an idol with absolutely no shame about it.

mai opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by todos roaring voice. “hey new kid!” his demeanor had been as confident as you remember, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he’d forgotten your name in the short time from when you had left to see your dorm. you gave him a smile and a lopsided wave in response.

“did you snag those tickets you were worried about earlier todo?”

“easily.” he bragged as if you cared about getting a pair of tickets for yourself. “however, earlier i meant to ask you a question, but SHE,” he pointed a thumb annoyedly at his companion, “very rudely interrupted me by stepping on my foot.”

“todo…” mai’s tone seemed warning as her eyes flickered between you and him.

“as much as i would LOVE to hear what your question is todo, i really do have to go unpack” you smiled abashedly, pulling miwa to your side, who nodded with wide eyes at how unphased you were.

“it might be better to ask when we spar later.” he shrugged. “that way i can really hear your impulse answer.” he crossed his arms, clearly to look intimidating.

“works for me! i’ll see you then too, mai.” you winked at her as you tugged miwa along behind you. mai huffed at your embarrassing show of flirtatiousness, but you didn’t miss the slight flush of her cheeks as she turned from you while rounding the corner.

even as you were close to the door of your dorm at the end of the hall, you could still hear mai berating todo for how embarrassing he was.

“i think she likes me.” a cat like grin overtook your face as you stopped in front of your dorm.

“utahime said your uniform would be folded on your bed, once you’re changed you can join us for sparring.” miwa smiled bashful smile. she’d probably chosen to ignore your previous statement in hopes of not being dragged into any drama.

“thanks miwa!” you grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, to which she simply looked away timidly.

“it’s no problem, really.” she waved off your appreciation. “but between the two of us, i think you may be right about mai liking you.”

she bowed before running off, probably to get ready for sparring, leaving you grinning like an idiot in response to her revelation.

maybe the feeling was kinda mutual.

you were quick to change into your all black uniform pants and jacket, then breaking into a stride to the yard where sparring took place. that was, until you realized you were wandering rather aimlessly considering, you know, you didn’t really know where the yard was yet. peering around the hallway, your eye caught on an oh so familiar girl adorned in baggy black pants.

“hey mai!” you almost had it in you to feel bad for approaching her yet again.

almost.

“i’m kinda lost, d’you think i could walk with you?”

she nodded a yes in response, motioning with a hand for you to follow her.

after a one too many moments of awkward silence, you decided you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet and break it. “you know that thing todo was saying earlier about having a question he needed to ask me?” she looked up in a way that made her seem as if she’d just been brought out of being lost in her thoughts.

“what of it?”

“do you happen to know what it was? he seemed pretty serious about it.” well, as serious as todo could get.

to your surprise, mai attempted to stifle a chuckle, before a laugh managed to slip past her.

“it’s this totally dumb thing he likes to do.” she tilted her head slightly back so she looked at the ceiling as she talked. “to size people up, he likes to ask them what their type in women is.”

you let out a snort as you laughed, though you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“he seems like such a hopeless romantic, it’s hilarious.”

“yeah.” a soft smile painted her face. “but you’d better get an answer ready, if he thinks you’re too boring he’ll beat your ass.”

“really now?” you raised an eyebrow, to which she nodded in confirmation. “what does he classify as ‘boring’?”

she shrugged. “depends. whenever someone prefers personality he either beats the shit out of them or starts crying.” it was clear in her tone how exasperated her friend made her.

“what did you say? when he asked you?” you turned to face her fully, which made her realize how close together your faces were. for just a beat, she paused to examine your expression. despite your earlier teasing, you seemed sincere in your question. either you were oblivious to the blush spreading across her face, or you chose not to tease her for it.

before an answer could leave her parted open lips, she was interrupted by a voice calling both of your names.

“hey toshinori!” you smiled at the stone faced boy in front of you as you used mai’s shoulder as an armrest.

“it’s noritoshi.” the monotony in his voice made you stifle a laugh. “and you guys are running late for sparring, what were you even doing?”

her eyes glowered in his direction, clearly not in the mood to play hall monitor with him. “i was just being welcoming to our new classmate.”

he ignored her passive aggressive response and turned to you. “todo keeps asking where you are, so you might wanna hurry up.” with a swift turn, he began walking down the hallway with long strides.

once he seemed out of earshot, you burst into laughter, and from your arm you could feel mai’s shoulders shake from repressing a giggle.

“he walks like a goddamn penguin!” you referred to how his arms were wide at his sides and his stiff steps.

“him and mechamaru walk the exact same way, i’m starting to think he might just be a more advanced robot.” her dry tone was combatted by the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.

“though, we should probably get going, even if i get a pass for being new here, i’m not sure how utahime would react to you being late.”

you didn’t notice how her eyes softened at your concern for her as you beckoned for her to lead the way.

“i don’t think she’d mind, after all utahime loves me for my pep and bubbly spirit.” her voice oozed with sarcasm while you smiled to yourself about how you’d managed to get her to loosen up.

the walk to the sparring field was quick, and it made you wonder how much time you two had taken just talking at the end of the hallway. you were greeted by the sight of your strangely styled classmates (plus the literal robot) beginning to split into pairs. before you could turn to mai with the question of partnering up, you were greeted by a todo with a firm hand on your shoulder.

“we’re partnering up, new kid!” it was more of a declaration than an offer. you smiled awkwardly as his shadow enveloped your figure, seeing mai be whisked away by momo out of the corner of your eye. if you’d looked close enough, you’d have been able to see the annoyed look mai sent at todo and the smug smile momo flashed at mai and her obvious display of jealousy.

you planted your feet on the ground that was caked in dust and prepared yourself into a fighting stance, with fists raised and legs steady. though it seemed you’d gotten prepared to defend from an attack that wasn’t coming. instead, todo marched over to you confidently. mai glanced over from her sparring, knowing exactly what was coming.

he called your name in his usual booming voice, which you were surprised he actually knew.

“what is your type in women?” he towered over you, his expression dead serious despite his absolutely ridiculous question.

feeling mai’s eyes trailing you, you glanced over to her. she mouthed something to you about not saying personality. you failed to hold back a chuckle, which seemed to snap todo out of his intimidating glower.

his gaze followed yours, which was still focused on mai for the briefest of moments.

“ohhhh i get it…you’ve got a thing for mai, huh?” he sounded like a child about to blackmail their sibling.

a furious blush overtook mai’s face practically instantly, while momo covered her mouth with a hand to suppress a laugh. you glanced between a boastful looking todo and a tomato looking mai.

“yeah i guess you could say she’s my type.” you shrugged nonchalantly, to which you could hear mai sputtering something about how you were just trying to embarrass her. miwa had a sheepish look on her face as she walked over to check on mai, though it only seemed to make her more flustered when miwa asked if she wanted to go to the nurse.

while witnessing the admittedly charming trainwreck happening in front of you, there was a moment for you to look back at todo.

“are you CRYING?”

“i have no shame in it. it’s like mai is my daughter and i’m walking her down the aisle at her wedding.”

“it’s absolutely nothing like that, todo.”

he ignored your blatant confusion at his reaction. “young love is so beautiful. you have my full blessing to date mai.” he sniffles and wiped his nose, then held it out for you to shake, to which you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“thanks for the ‘blessing’ and all, but now that we’re done with that, i think i should go spar with lover girl over there.” you threw your thumb over your shoulder to point to mai.

“you guys should join me and takeda for a double date! we can arrange a date once she finally answers my calls.” todo had a large grin, shameless about his tear stained cheeks.

“how about it?” you raised an eyebrow at mai, who had become significantly more composed in the time you hadn’t been looking in her direction.

“absolutely not.” she deadpanned, though her impassive look didn’t last very long as she leaned over to whisper in your ear, cracking a small smile reserved for you. “i’d rather we just hang out without that oaf, you know it’s embarrassing for them to see how you get me acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.”

the moment paused for a split second for her to glance at todo, who was staring you down like a disapproving father.

“plus lord knows takeda isn’t answering him anytime soon.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

#mai zenin x reader #mai zenin imagine #mai zenin x you #zenin mai x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #mai zenin #zenin mai #jjk imagines

216 notes · View notes

oligbia · 3 years

Note

Hello, can I get a short fic a/b reader who's dating Deku, but both are unaware that Bakugou likes reader also? Reader isn't a fan of Bakugou and always complains to Deku about how he kisses his ass too much and lets him get away with ish. Reader is definitely more sensitive/indignant than Deku tbh.

*ahem* this took embarrassingly long. But,, here. I like it <3

Bakugou X Reader X Deku

SFW, mild angst

Contains: yelling, insults, implied self harm *briefly at the end, very vauge*, bakudeku if you squint, references of suicide *in refrence to middle school Deku*

Katsuki Bakugou was not jealous. Bakugou was confident and was going to be a top hero, and top heroes didn’t have time to be jealous. And, above all that, he was not jealous if stupid Deku.

Sure, maybe he was mad that dumb Deku got a partner before he did, but it wasn’t personal. Bakugou definitely didn't think about you. He didn’t think about the way your hands would look in his, the way it would look when his much larger arm rested around your waist. He didn’t think about sparring with you all the time, the way your body would look glistening in sweat as you cave him all you had. He only thought about sparring with you because he wanted to kill you, you were just another extra… right?

But you were soft, delicate even. But, you also were assertive, not all peppy like the other girls. You were always looking for a fight. You wanted to protect people, not just save them. You weren’t afraid to kick Mineta in the balls (both sets), and you weren’t afraid of hero work. You never hesitated to jump into the fight. You were heroic- worth Bakugou’s time.

It made sense you would like Deku more than him, it made sense Deku would get you. Deku was going to be a pro hero too, and with the way All Might dotes after him, he would be a hell of a hero too. Deku was smart, he was kind, and he was a decent fighter. He was everything that Bakugou wasn't.

Because to you, Deku was a hero. He was going to save the world one day. But Bakugou was just a villain who managed to fool everyone into letting him be a hero. To you, Deku was kind and caring; Bakugou was just loud and violent. When Deku was emotional, Bakugou was just loud. He was a prick to you, and he knew it-and that destroyed him.

***

“Hey Kacchan! Come hang out with us tonight!” Deku stood over Bakugou's desk, freckled face glowing as he smiled. Bakugou noticed your presence behind Deku. You were trying to hide your annoyance, Bakugou noticed.

“No way would I ever hang out with you losers.”

Kirishima grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders, squeezing him playfully. “C’mon Bakugou! It’ll be fun.”

“Fuck off, shitty hair. I’m not going.”

Deku looked defeated. You knew how badly he wanted to hang out with Bakugou again. You didn’t see why of course- Bakugou was a jerk and wasn’t worth your boyfriend’s time. But, alas, you would do anything for the green haired boy.

You gave Bakugou a side glance, “Everyone is going- it would make you lame if you were the only one who missed.”

Bakugou looked at you, both angered and intrigued. “Huh? What did you say to me?” He rose from his seat, leaning around Deku to see you closer. You looked him in the eyes, not intimidated or threatened. Deku looked vaguely panicked next to the both of you.

“I said you would look like the class loser to skip. It’s just a group hang out, Kacchan.” You teased his nickname, knowing it would set him off.

Bakugou tried to leap forward to you, sparks setting off from his hands. “Shut up, dumb bitch!”

You were about to hit him first, before Deku grabbed you to hold you back, his large arms containing you. Kirishima held down Bakugou, having to harden his arms to hold the explosive boy back.

Deku drug you off somewhere, whispering in your ear in an attempt to calm you down. Kirishima sat Bakugou down. “Dude, you have to accept that she doesn’t like you.”

Bakguou rolled his eyes, looking out the classroom window. He knew you didn’t but he wasn’t going to accept it.

“You have to move on. It isn’t manly to fight a girl.”

“It’s plenty okay to fight her, she started it!” Bakugou sat down in his seat, mumbling angrily. “and I don't like her- she's just as shitty as all of you extras.”

Kirishima looked Bakugou up and down, seeing through his bullshit. “Whatever you say, bro.”

Bakugou let out a ‘tch’, thinking back at your interaction. He never wanted to actually hurt you, maybe playfully rough you up, but not genuinely hurt you. He never meant to yell at you either, you clearly preferred softer guys anyway.

***

“You really shouldn’t fight Kacchan so much-”

You snapped your eyes to Midoriya, blood still boiling. “And why is that?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“He did everything. He’s a jerk.”

“He’s going to be a hero just like us, Y/N, one of the best-”

“Not with the way he treats people. He’s going to be a shitty hero-”

“Don’t say that. You don’t know Kacchan the way I do.” Midoriya tried to reach for your hand, but you swatted it away.

“Do you even know him? He bullied you in middle school and was never really your friend as a kid. Honestly, Izuku, I don’t know why you kiss his ass so much, he will never respect you back and is always going to make your life, everyone’s life, hell.”

Midoriya’s jaw dropped at your words, unsure of what to do. You had never been this mad at him, or at anyone. Small fits of anger were a normal occurrence for you, but normally a minute alone and a kiss to the forehead would put you at ease- but this was beyond Midoriya.

You crossed your arms, walking away from Midoriya. He ran behind you, trying to catch up.

“Wait, Y/N, you can’t just leave.”

“Yes I can. I can’t be around that blond headed shit stick anymore or I’ll fight him.”

“You would win-”

“Don’t kiss my ass now, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked to the ground. He really wanted to support you, but he also knew that he respected Kachan. To him, Bakugou was a hero, someone he looked up to. Bakugou was powerful, his quirk was amazing. He had the talent and skills to become a hero. He was someone who demanded authority and respect, he was a talented hero. He was amazing.

“I’m sorry, just don’t go yet-” he peaked up at you, your body leaning against the wall, head in hands.

“I won't go anywhere.”

“Good. Perfect.” Midoriya walked to you, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms to rest on your waist. He placed soft kisses on your hairline.

“I’m sorry I got mad.” Your voice was not much more than a mumbled, muffled in his shirt.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry Kacchan doesn’t listen.”

You tensed, aggravated Midoriya just wasn't getting it.

“Why do you respect him?” You peeled back, looking up at him. Midoriya’s arms stayed firm around your waist. “To me, he just seems mean. I mean, the kid bullied you your entire life. He told you to kill yourself ‘Zuku. Why do you keep pining after him?”

Midoriya blinked. “I don’t know. I just think hes going to be a great hero, and I admire that.”

You let out a defeated sigh. “So is Todoroki, and he’s nice to you!”

“I do respect Todoroki-”

“Not as much as you respect Bakugou.”

Midoriya stayed silent. You were right, he just didn’t agree with you. He was someone of reason who tried to work his way through things logically, but your view of Kacchan didn’t make sense to him. Yea, he was sort of loud and abrasive, but that was just one of those things about him, like how Todoroki is blunt and Iida is controlling. It wasn’t bad, it was just part of him. He knew that he didn’t have the best relationship with Bakugou in the past, but things can change; people can change. It was all water under the bridge now. You were all going to be heroes soon, none of that middle school stuff mattered, not to Midoriya anyways.

“Let's just go back to class. We can worry about this later.” You started to pry yourself out of Midoriya’s grasp, his arms only pulling you in closer to him.

“Thank you for trying to listen to me. I promise Kacchan wont lash out to you again, okay?”

You nodded, not really believing him. Most of the time, you were the one who pissed Bakugou off first anyways. Midoriya placed a chaste kiss to your lips, letting his hands fall from your waist to find your hands. He placed a small kiss to your knuckles, watching your grow pink with the familiar blush he loved to see.

***

Bakugou watched Deku kiss you, his arms holding you close. It made him sick. You should have been in his arms, his hand on your waist, his lips on yours. His hands tightened into fists, small burns forming on his own palms. He knew he wasn’t what you wanted, he knew you weren’t ever going to like him, but he couldn't stop pining after you. He couldn’t stop daydreaming about you, how he would treat you, the places he would take you.

When you walked back into the room with Deku, both of you avoided his traveling gaze. You shot him a fast glare before Deku could usher you both back to your seats next to each other, Iida immediately lecturing you.

It was the first time you saw Bakugou without his angry scowl, but rather, a sad frown.

#oligbia original #my hero academia fanfic #mha fanfic #my hero academia x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #izuku mydoria #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya #deku #deku x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou x reader x midoriya #oligbia request

149 notes · View notes

zukkoxx · 3 years

Text

confessing to you!

w/ bakugo, deku, shoto

bakugo 💥 (forced confession)

bakugo refused to admit he had a crush

it didn’t matter how obvious it was, he’d always deny it.

when people called him out about the way he yelled at you a little quieter than usual,

or that he put up with you more than his other classmates

or that he actually asked you if you were okay when he sent you a big blow during a sparring match,

he’d just make an excuse. saying he didn’t want to deal with your whining.

which was completely out of your character

you were as big of a hot head as him, which is probably one of the reasons why he liked you.

the point is, he would have to be held at gun point to confess to you. or so he thought.

denki knew about the blond’s little crush, without his knowledge. and the little bastard mustered up a plan to encourage him to confess.

it was monday, and present mic had just assigned a group project to the class for the week.

naturally, you, momo, denki, and bakugo became one group, being people that worked well together.

it wasn’t long before you finished the project, and by thursday, you and the others began practicing the presentation and making a few final edits.

however, this particular day, denki seemed to be acting strange.

for one, he didn’t sit next to momo like he usually did. he slid into the seat next to you, where bakugo usually sat.

he was also more flirty than usual. a lot more than the playful banter he did to get you flustered.

“oh y/n, you’re so smart! your part of the presentation looks amazing. i like a girl with some brains ya know ;)”

“y/nnn can you pronounce this word for me? wahhh it sounds much better coming from you!”

“hey y/n, what do you say i take you in a date tonight? sounds fun right!”

those types of comments continued on throughout the class until the next period bell rang and everyone began to part ways.

denki rushed out of the classroom, speed walking to his next class, knowing his angry friend would be after him.

he didn’t get far though, when a hand grabbed his collar and pushed him against a locker. denki looked up at the red eyes of his friend, shivering in fear.

“what the hell was that stunt you pulled back there dunceface!?” bakugo asked, coming severely close to the sparky boy.

“i-i-i don’t know what you’re talking about dude!”

“do you think i’m stupid? you were flirting with y/n right in front of me! you know how i feel about them-” bakugo stopped himself before he said too much, but a familiar smirk was already spreading across denki’s face.

“so you do like them?”

“obviously dumbass. but here’s no way in hell i’d tell them.” bakugo scoffed.

“why nottt?” denki whined

“i doubt they like me anyways! and besides, i don’t need another side character clinging onto me. it’s a stupid little crush. i’ll be over it in no time.”

“that sounds like loser talk to me bakugo.” denki shrugged.

“what the heck do you mean you idiot!?” bakugo yelled.

“i mean...you wouldn’t want someone else to confess to y/n right? someone with the balls to try to get them. they’re pretty cute...i might even try myself-” denki’s sentence was cut off by a flashy slap to his neck.

“as if i’d let some low life extra confess to them before me. especially not you!” bakugo yelled. “i’ll confess to them. i’ll confess and they’ll accept it....or dieee.”

friday had rolled around, and you had approached your locker at the end of the day.

opening it, you stepped back in surprise when a singular rose fell out of it.

you picked it up, and proceeded to read the note that was attached to it.

i like you...you idiot. i don’t know how you haven’t figured it out yet, but i like you. meet me at my dorm tonight so i can say it in person. >:(

- katsuki bakugo

deku 🥦 (accidental confession)

getting izuku to confess was a pain in the ass.

he wanted to, he really did

but his shyness and overthinking didn’t allow him.

every time he would get close to trying to confess, he thought of all the possible ways it could go wrong

what if they didn’t like me back?

what is i mess up and totally ruin everything?

usually, izuku was thankful for the way his brain was able to come up with many solutions for different situations.

it was especially useful in his training to becoming a hero.

but at this moment, he just wished his brain didn’t think so much!

in reality, there had always been a mutual pining going on between the two of you.

you liked him too, but you never thought about confessing.

he was trying to become the number one pro-hero, and always had so much going on. there’s no way he would be thinking about being in a relationship right now.

so, it had been like that for a few months. a constant pattern where you and izuku would smile at each other sweetly, or you’d compliment each other during training.

he’d walk you to your dorm when it was late at night, and give you tips on how you could improve your hand on hand combat.

honestly, people from the other classes already thought you two were dating, and you even confused your classmates when you’d act like a complete couple in front of them.

maybe it was the god’s of fate who were tired of the both of you silently gushing over each other....not so silently

but whatever compelled izuku to say what he did, you thanked it.

it was lunch time, and you and izuku were in an intense conversation about your hero internships.

you were telling him about how you helped your boss catch and detain a criminal. you were really proud of yourself, considering you basically did it all by yourself since the hero you were interning was caught up with some other thugs.

izuku listened in interest, smiling wider as you told your story.

“that’s amazing, y/n!”

“thanks izuku! honestly in the beginning i thought i wouldn’t be able to catch him, but i kept trying. plus ultra right?” you teased.

“of course y/n. see, that’s why i like you so much. you have so much passion and integrity that i admire so much!” the green haired boy beamed.

it was silent for a few seconds while you both processed what he said.

when izuku realized he basically threw himself under the bus, he tried to deny it.

“i-i mean-”

“you like me?” you asked hesitantly, hoping you heard him right.

“NO! i mean- sure i-” he stopped himself before he said anything else he’d regret. he decided it was finally time to come clean. “yes...i like you y/n. i have for a while now.” he sighed.

shit, here comes the rejection....

“why didn’t you say anything sooner!?” you asked, making izuku look at you in shock.

“w-what?”

“i like you too izuku...” you shyly confessed. “i didn’t knowing you felt the same. i just thought you were being your usual nice self.”

“well i do like you y/n. and i’m glad you like me back.” izuku sighed, softly taking a few of your fingers in his hand.

“yeah...i am too.”

shoto ❄️🔥(straightforward confession)

honestly, todoroki was the most oblivious as it could get when having a crush.

he didn’t really understand the idea of romance or love, having his childhood being stripped from the emotion.

so when he felt his heart tug a little more when you smiled at him, it confused him.

when he found himself wanting to know how your day went, he wondered why he cared so much.

he thought you were like every other one of his friends, but there was obviously something more.

so, he tired to distance himself from you to try to figure out what he was feeling.

maybe being away for a while would let him get his head straight.

it had been a few weeks, and you noticed he talked to you a lot less than usual. there wasn’t anymore soft smiles when you walked into class in the morning

and he didn’t even walk with you to the classes you shared like he usually did.

when you approached him to ask about it, he shut you down quickly. “i’ve just been busy, y/n.”

you decided to respect his decision. maybe he just didn’t want to be friends anymore.

but that was completely the opposite!

it was so hard being away from you. every minute he wondered what you were doing and if you hated his guts for shutting you out.

as a last attempt, he went to ochako to get answers. maybe she would help him figure out what was going on in his head.

“todoroki...you have a crush.” she stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

it was

a crush?

he supposed she right. why else would he be feeling this way? yeah. he definitely liked you.

so he didn’t let the confusion linger, heading to your dorm right after realizing.

he knocks on your door, and you peak out to see who it was.

“oh? hey shoto.” you muttered, opening the door a little more. “hi y/n. i just wanted to say...i’m sorry for ignoring the last few weeks, and i like you.”

you stood frozen, shocked by the sudden confession.

“if you don’t feel the same, it’s unfortunate, but i respect it.” shoto added, feeling eerie at your silence.

“i do!” you blurted out. “i like you too.”

he smiled, finally feeling content.

~~ be sure to send request on what you’d like me to write about here!-> 🥀

#my hero fanfic #my hero imagines #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo x y/n #deku #deku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x you #izuku x you #todoroki shōto #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto x you

102 notes · View notes

jujutsu-headcanons · 3 years

Text

Megumi Fushiguro + chubby s/o

First things first, before we get to the fluff, there are some things we gotta point out

Megs has stated very clearly he doesn't care who he falls for, as long as they have admirable traits. Seriously, Todo, stop asking. His "boring" answer isn't going to change.

This screams bi/pan rights, but also, that means he doesn't give a fuck if you have a little junk in your trunk

I'm so proud of that line please laugh at it

Anyway, when you were introduced as a new student, he didn't talk to you much

Well he did, but only about work and missions and stuff

Does this kid talk to anyone about anything that isn't curse related?

You seemed to gravitate towards Yuji anyway because honestly, he's the embodiment of happy he's just a cool dude

You didn't really catch his eye until he overheard you talking with Nobara about how upset you were with Gojo

He never passes an opportunity to be angry at Gojo. He was intrigued.

Apparently, Gojo had taken the liberty of designing your uniform for you, just like he did Yuji, but he fucked up the measurements

Big time

You seemed to be fond of baggier clothes because it "hid" your tummy and thighs

Nobara was supportive but struggling. She knew how to hem clothes to make them tighter, or shorter, not looser. She really was trying.

Yuji got involved because he saw you were stressed while Nobara tugged here and snipped there and nothing seemed to be working. Yuji learned that making silly faces and doing Fortnite dances doesn't help teenagers going through a body image crisis.

Megumi looked at the chaos and spoke before he really even knew what he was saying

"Does it feel too tight? Does it restrict your movements, like in a fight or something?"

This kinda caught you off guard, but you shook your head. No, the material was naturally flexible and breathable, and the reason you couldn't breathe wasn't that the uniform top was too tight, it was because you felt you looked terrible

Megumi just shrugged. "Then you shouldn't worry about it. You fill it out nicely. It looks better than us, in our baggy uniforms."

Where the fuck did that come from Megs?

He felt the need to excuse himself with a polite bow and leave in his typical cool Megumi way even though his heart was beating faster than anything

He didn't see the way your face lit up, both with excitement and blush. Nobara did and caught on instantly, while Yuji just assumed you were hot and started fanning you with his notebook

Megumi didn't avoid you after this, but he did tend to freeze when your conversations strayed away from typical shaman things

He wasn't trying to, he was just constantly lost in thought

Why did he say that? Well, he means, it was obvious he said it because it was true- that uniform clings to your body in a way it wouldn't fit anyone else. Its kinda hot

Megumi Fushiguro this is your classmate stop having those thoughts

Maybe he wasn't just trying to cheer you up. Maybe there are some things he hasn't discovered about himself. He actually really never had a crush on anyone. Is that was this is? Feelings?

Ew. But keep going.

Megumi noticed things over the next couple of things that were unsettling to him. You used self-deprecating humor. A lot. Always poking fun at yourself. He didn't mind it at first because, well, you laughed about it, but still. It's like you thought you really looked like the Michelin Tire Man.

He never knew what to do in these situations. Should he laugh? It seemed to bring you joy. But he didn't think you looked bad at all.

He also noticed you didn't eat much. And when you did you avoided sweets and grease. Megs was known for being the only one that ate healthy in the group, but even he didn't have salad all the time. You acted like you were embarrassed to eat in front of people, so you chose the tiniest meal.

This worried him a lot. At first, he bored you with the importance of eating three well thought out and balanced meals with the proper amount of proteins and calories and shit. But that seemed to ruin your appetite more, so he stopped.

He started sliding part of his meals onto your plate. He considered it a success when you would eat it.

The last thing Megs noticed was that you pushed yourself to the absolute limit during sparring practice and he hated it

See, you actually didn't need to be physically strong. Yes, it helps in battle, but your particular cursed technique kinda made up for being average strength. If no one could get close to you, and you can't get close to them, then you don't really need to deliver a punch, right?

But you would just keep at it oh my god

One hundred push-ups. One hundred sit-ups. One hundred squats. Every day. He was worried you were gonna go bald at this point

He'd still love you but still, spontaneously losing your hair because of rigorous training as not good

You'd fight with one of them until you were pink and dripping with sweat. It was obvious you were breathing heavily and, honestly, it's been two hours. Even Yuji was getting tired, but you wouldn't stop.

Megumi found himself doing something he thought he never would. Ever.

He invaded your privacy, of course.

"Shoko-sensei, Gojo-sensei asked for a copy of (l/n)-kun's physical and related medical records"

At first, he just wanted to see if you were anemic. You don't really show any symptoms, but also, you don't eat a lot. All this exercising can't be good if you are. Then his thoughts strayed to "oh god .... What if they have heart problems? Lung problems? They shouldn't push themselves so hard if they do. What if they avoid certain foods because of a stomach issue? What if-"

You're healthy. Just as he initially thought.

Megumi was baffled, to be honest.

He can get avoiding certain foods if they hurt your tummy. But what if you were just afraid of being made fun of because of stupid cliches?

He can get casual exercise if it was important you lose weight so you don't get sick. But what if it was because you really hated how you looked?

This hurt Megumi. He threw his copy of the reports in the shredder and went on his way

He wondered around, lost in his thoughts until he spotted you just outside of the girls' dorms doing something

He could have sworn you were fresh out of the shower but somehow still exercising

Yoga? Maybe? He couldn't tell and he didn't care

You were wearing the cutest set of pajamas, and your hair was still damp

And when you raised your arms up your shirt rose and he could see the tummy in question, complete with stretch marks and whatever other blemishes resided there (scars, freckles, etc.)

He did the most ooc thing I've ever made this lil fucker do

He runs up, gets on his knees, and kisses the tummy

All over the tummy

Just as he thought. Warm and soft. Both the skin and the texture are soooo soft-

As you turn into a flustered mess, "Fushiguro-san what the fuck", he throws his arms around your knees and throws his over his shoulder

"You aren't that heavy if I can do this... (Y/N)-chan"

Oh god the way your first name rolls off his tongue

Well, as long as he's near the girls' dorms, he might as well let himself in-

As you flail and giggle, trying to break away, he sees your thighs jiggle out of the corner of his eye

This sets something off in him he doesn't understand, but also, who the fuck cares

It isn't hard to find your room and he allows himself in, still pardoning himself for the intrusion, and he sets you down on your bed

Still doesn't give you a chance to speak as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in your stomach

"Warmmm...~"

He's never cuddled anyone ever, but he already knows this is ten times better than cuddling someone who's built like a wall

Squish > muscles

"You know you're beautiful right?"

This makes you blush, but you reluctantly bring your fingers through his hair. "You think so?"

Megumi furrows his brows and looks up at you. "You don't?"

Megumi stays with you all night. You two stay up until three am talking about insecurities, everything you admire about each other, and Megumi practically worships your body through words and praise

He decides he's going to help you feel more confident about your body and your looks

All while loving every inch of your body

The next morning was a mess though because he had to somehow sneak out of the girls' dorms without anyone noticing

Gojo would be pissed if he found out

Had he not orchestrated this whole thing

Seriously, you honestly thought Gojo made mistakes?

He hates seeing his precious students down themselves, and even though he only knew you for a couple of days back then, he knew this would be a problem

Precious little y/n, who is beautiful in every aspect but insecure about their looks, surrounded by muscle-bound idiots

He had to do something, how could he not

He knew one of them would enjoy your body

He knew it would be Megumi too, he sees how he looks at plus-sized girls-

Even he thought you were cute and was proud to have you as his child

All of his children are cuter than everyone else's children

And now all is well

You became more confident in your body and eating in front of others, toned down the exercise, and Megumi became the most whipped boy in the school

Tags: @wasabito @kittaliapenn

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro

322 notes · View notes

ghoulciifer · 4 years

Note

hi! if you’re not overwhelmed with anything else can you write headcanons of kirishima,bakugo and shinsou with a s/o whos quirk side effects is being dizzy and tired

hc: Kirishima, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an S/O whose quirk has side effects of being dizzy/tired.

tw: none

tags: comfort, fluff

notes: hi bby, i am not overwhelmed by any means LOL my blog is still very small and i get an ask once in a blue moon but that’s my fault for not posting enough content ouchie. but ty for requesting!!! as always i really appreciate it when you guys let me know what content you want, and my inbox is always open to requests. n e ways, i hope you enjoy this n ily

» so i think it is abundantly clear that kirishima is an absolute sweetheart, the BESt boy

» which means it’s no surprise that he’s super supportive and conscious of how your quirk affects you n your body

» when he saw you overuse your quirk for the first time during an extra long training session for the agency you both worked for (before you two started dating), he damn near passed out himself

» bby boy RAN to your side and held you up by your shoulders, leaning down to meet your drooping eyes, his own blown wide open in concern

» “y/n??? you okay??? did something happen??? are you hurt??? do i need to-“

» he’s just a golden retriever istg

» but once your head finally started clearing up you assured him that you’re fine, it’s just a side effect of your quirk

» and you could practically see the worry leaving his body as he visibly relaxed, his hold on you loosening just a bit but never going away (bc he’s lowkey still worried)

» if you’re feeling embarrassed bc of it he’ll reassure you that it happens, you’re still badass and he admires you AWE

» now that you two are together and have been with each other for a while, he knows what to expect and how to handle the situation when it occurs

» knows your limits and when you’ve met them, instantly at your side to support your frail body, bringing you water or a snack for the fatigue so you can build your energy up, supportive boyfie things

» “Do you want the granola bar or the yogurt??? Or I can cut up some fruit!!! I have juice and an extra water bottle and-“

» always tells you how great of a job you’re doing, regardless if you’re upset or not because he just likes to remind you

» i wasn’t lying when i said he is the SWEETEST boy

» he also doesn’t really know if it helps but he always hums while he’s rubbing your back, pushing your head to his chest or shoulder after sitting you down to recuperate

» little does he know that it actually kinda does bc hearing the vibrations through his strong chest really keep you grounded

» wow you are a simp for this dude it’s ok me too uwu

» now this firecracker

» he wouldn’t show his initial concern as expressive as kiri would, but he would definitely panic internally on the same level (if not more tbh, fuckin’ tsundere)

» you two are sparring for shits and giggles, right

» and as you expected he already told you beforehand that he will NOT go easy on your just bc you’re his s/o maybe a lil’ tho bc ur cute

» plus he’s never seen you in combat before because you try to keep heroing out of the relationship so you can just focus on each other when you’re together (this friendly fight is the ONLY exception)

» what you didn’t account for was just how much energy he was making you use, it literally felt like you whole body was going to give out by the end of the match

» you were so close to pinning him down when your body suddenly collapsed and you passed out from fatigue

» he didn’t go into full on panic mode but he definitely went wide eyes and eyed you for a bit before kneeling beside you (boy KNOWS he didn’t fuckin’ kill you, he has control believe it or not)

» and internally he’s all ASHSGSJAFSK WHAT

» so he cautiously pulls you into his arms from the ground and into his chest, arms wrapped around your frame to give you support for when you regain consciousness, calling your name a few times to speed up the process

» he also holds you like this so he knows your breathing (again, he knows he didn’t kill you but just to be sure??)

» when you wake up finally he asks if you’re alright, voice much softer than usual so he doesn’t make the ache in your head worse

» you shyly tell him about the side effects of your quirk upon request and he grunts in response, still cradling your head to his chest with a thumb lightly rubbing against your spine

» “...well damn babe, you’re strong as hell for holding out that long. I thought that fight was never going to fuckin’ end.”

» that’s just his special way of telling you he’s impressed w your abilities and limits, uwu

» now he makes a point to ask if you had any dizzy spells or moments of fatigue during the day when you come home from patrol, just to make sure you were still feeling okay (bc he wouldn’t be opposed to holding you again)

» never admits it but he’s the one who sneaks an extra energy bar in your work duffel before you leave for the day c:

» i might go overboard on this one because shinsou is my BOI, i love this lil’ sleepy head so fn much

» and one of the main reasons why is bc he’s very caring and understanding n will show you that if you’re close enough to him

» which you are bc you’re his s/o, duh lucky bitch >:(

» you got to see this side of him first hand when he saw how your quirk affects you when you push a lil’ too hard

» you were at home, hanging out with your fav boy after a particularly hard day at work, shinsou rubbing your legs that were draped over his lap affectionately

» he could tell you were exhausted but he just figured it was from all the hero work, my guy is v familiar with that feeling

» he did notice you were much quieter than normal bc usually the vacant air was filled with you talking about your day, laughing at his witty jokes, making fun of your mutual friends’ decisions to post certain things on social media i’m lookin’ at you denki

» but again, he just pinned it on your experience with work today so he just sat there massaging your shins while you rested

» eventually you had the impending pressure of needing to pee press uncomfortably on your bladder and the longer you ignored it, the more you realized how close you were to pissing yourself

» so you hoisted yourself off the couch with a groan and the second you stood up, you immediately saw stars and it felt like the world around you was turning at mach fuckin’ 20

» Shinsou (being the perceptive bean he is) immediately had hands around your waist the second you began to sway and reach for anything around you to stabilize, that thing being his arm

» “Woah, woah, woah, easy... you okay, baby?”

» You couldn’t see (yk bc you were literally about to fall over) but the way his brows furrowed upward and his eyes glazing with concern would’ve made your heart go doki doki

» You squeezed your fingers against your temples and kept your eyes closed while you assured him you were fine, it happens, you just overexerted yourself with your quirk today

» He helped you lean against the side of the couch and rubbed your shoulders, standing on his knee on the cushions behind you, muttering sweet things in between your slow inhale and exhale exercises

» tried to sit you down again but you still had to peE

» “Do I need to walk you to the bathroom? Hold your hand while you go?”

» “You are NOT holding my hand while I pee, ‘Toshi.”

» You were ok after a while and successfully made your bathroom trip, but that day he made a mental note to keep an eye out for the signs he wrote off earlier

» On those days he always offers you massages, a cute lil’ cuddle sesh, snacks, even urges you to sit in his lap so he can play with YOUR hair for once boy is selfish when it comes to head scratches

» And will proceed to whisper sweet nothings into your ear during all of the above <3

#pls bear w my layout changes i’m learning #ty anon i love you dearly #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima headcanon #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou headcanons #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha fic #so many tags help #hofortendou hc’s

423 notes · View notes

xblackreader · 4 years

Note

Can I get a scenario with bakugou having a crush on the black!reader but can't put effort towards her because she has a boyfriend already. But, oneday in the dorms at night before everyone went to bed, class-1a hears a person screaming help and they peek in the hallway and it's the reader fighting the bf because she found out that he got her bestfriend pregnant. After everything is settled down, reader in her dorm and kirishima tells bakugou it's the perfect time to comfort her and show little by little that he like her.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: my first ask! I hope you like it!

↳ Katsuki Bakugou comforts you after your boyfriend cheated!

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────

Deku’s exhilarated voice filled the halls of the 1A dorm. “That was so cool, Kaachan! The way you applied the forces of gravity against your quirk was so smart! You went soaring, like Boom! Wham! Pow!”

“Shaddup, ya damn Deku! I know I’m cool, that’s why I’m going to be number one while you’re stuck at number two!”

“That’s not true, Kaachan! I’ll beat you soon!”

The walk back to their rooms after sparring was always like this, the curfew that Aizawa placed was lenient so there were still a few stragglers who weren’t in a hurry to leave.

“Bakugou, you really gotta stop underestimating your friends, it’s not manly! I almost had you at the sports festival and I’m stronger now.” Kirishimas shark like grin split his handsome face, dirtied up from rough practice sessions. “Heh, shit maybe I’ll beat you out for number one, huh?”

The raging blonde sneered arrogantly at his friend, “Like hell you will.” His usual attire of a black tank top and sweats was sweaty and they all smelled gross collectively. Bakugou had already eaten his dinner he was just wanting to get back to his room at this point.

“Hey guys!” Uraraka ran up to the group of boys greeting them with a awkward smile on her face. “You’re back from sparring?”

“Yeah!” Midoriya fanboyed. “It was amazing! Kirishima showed us his new ultimate move ‘Crimson Shield’, and Kaachan used his quirk to go so high in the air like ‘Whoosh!’ and I found a new way to use my power with minimal damage and- !” Deku went on ranting to his dear friend while she noddd and kept up his excitement. He really bagged a good one, Uraraka was good for Deku.

“Yeah, nothing like a friendly sparring match to get the blood pumping’- !” Kirishima started, but was interrupted by distant shouting. The boys all collectively looked around and up at the source of chaos coming from the floor above them.

“You fucking bitch! You cheated on me?! I can’t believe you-!”

The entire group tensed collectively.

Deku spoke first “That sounds like Y/N-chan…”

Bakugou was already opening the door to the stairs, choosing to ignore the elevator. Kirishima closely behind him. You sounded like you were crying and the two boys cared too much for that to be the case.

One more than the other.

Descending upon the floor’s entrance door, Bakugo flung it open and looked around the hallway. At the end of it, he could see you propped out of your doorway, throwing clothes out onto the floor, tears streaming down your face. You looked angry. Furious and devastated.

In front of you, your good for nothing boyfriend sat pathetically trying in vain to catch his belongings “You’re crazy!” Your shithead of a boyfriend spat at you, and Bakugou took a step forward to defend your honor but was stopped by Kirishima. He glared at his red-headed friend.

“Just wait, Bakugou.” Kirishima said, surprisingly calm. He knew Bakugo had like you for quite a while and with the look on your face towards your boyfriend, Kirishima hated to say it but it looks like his friend might have an opening.

“I’m crazy?!” You shouted, your voice breaking in fury. “I’m crazy because I’m done with you?! You’re a piece of shit, (ex’s name)! How could you do that to me!”

Your soon to be ex boyfriend shook his head in denial, “You don’t know what you’re talking about-“

“I saw the fucking texts, nigga! I know you fucked (bff name), and I fucking know she knocked up, with yo weak ass pull out game. N- Now I’m glad I never let you hit! Yo, dumbass would’ve left me itchin’! Her hoe ass, that’s what’s you get!”

“Bitch, whatever if you had let me get some, maybe I wouldn’t be cheating on yo fat ass!”

Bakugou bristled at that and shoved Kirishima’s hand off him. The rest of the class was starting to enter the hallway and nosily watch. The ash blonde boy grabbed your shitty ex by his collar and roughly dragged him up, blocking his view from you. Kirishima walked up to you and you flung yourself into his arms.

“That’s quite enough out of your punk ass. It’s crazy, you know? Extras like you get a ten-out-of-ten bad chick like Y/N and don’t know how to act. She took a chance on your ugly ass, for real.”

“Tell him, Katsu! He a b- bum ass nigga!” You hiccuped, tearfully. Bakugou could hear in your voice that your heart was broken and that made him increasingly angrier.

Your ex wasn’t stronger than Bakugou and struggled in his grip, being dragged like a rag doll to the elevators. Bakugou contemplated throwing his ass down the staircase or out the window but that wouldn’t be very “hero-like” or some shit.

“Hey, my clothes-!” Your pathetic ex struggled in vain.

Bakugou spoke up again, spitting in his face. “You’re lucky I’m not beating the shit out of your bum ass right now. If you’re smart,” Bakugou tossed the boy into the elevator. “You’ll leave and never come back, you can do without a few jackets, bitch. You don’t live here.”

Bakugou pressed the lobby button and let the elevator close.

Aizawa came, way too fucking late, and dispersed the other students after they comforted you to the best of your ability. After a firm hug from Iida and a cupcake from Sato, you turned with tears in your eyes and headed into your room silently.

Kirishima and Bakuhou were the last to head back to their rooms.

Before Bakugou could press the button to he and Kirishima’s floor, the redhead stopped him again.

Bakugou glared at him halfheartedly in confusion.

Kirishima gestured his head toward your room, “Go see about her, bro. This is your chance, now that her non manly ex is gone. You’re manly!”

Bakugou scoffed. “She doesn’t want to see me, she probably wants to be alone or some shit...”

“Dude,” Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Go see her man. I know you like her and respect her, you’d treat her way better than these shitty dudes she keeps choosing. I also know that if i had been her position. i wouldn’t want to be left alone to cry.”

Bakugou watched Kirishima step into the elevator and press the button. “You were super manly standing up for her, dude. Just go talk to her.”

Bakugou stood there while the elevator doors closed in front of him for a few minutes. He contemplated just pussying out and pressing the button again before Kirishima could find out and body his ass.

But he had heard your voice and had wanted to comfort you so badly, he just didn’t know how in front of all those shitty extras in his class.

Eventually, he slithered his way back to the front of your door. The shitty walls were thin and you weren’t wailing but he could definitely hear you fighting off little sniffs in woe.

His chest tightened and he lifted his hand knocking tentatively against the door twice.

After a few moments, you opened the door a little, peeked out adorably and your eyes widened when you saw none other than the great Bakugou Katsuki standing there looking... sheepish? That’s new.

“Hey...” He started, his eyes on his feet. “I just wanted to tell you, you-...”He trailed off as his throat constricted in embarrassment, he was new to this.

“You didn’t deserve that... I don’t want to get all in your business and my bad if you thought I did, I just... I saw you crying and had to help.” Bakugou kicked a non-existent rock.

You opened the door fully. “Its okay, Katsu. I just... I was really-” You stopped blushing. “Sorry, you can come in if you want.”

Bakugou nodded and slowly stepped in your room, being bombarded with your smell of perfume and shea butter. God, you were an angel.

He shook his head. Stupid pervert, this isn't about you. He chastised himself.

“Yeah, I just..” The blonde cleared his throat and didn't face you. “You don’t have to tell me anything but, I'm here for you and shit so... don’t feel like you owe me anything, alright stupid?”

Why’d you call her stupid? Why can’t you just be nice, you asshole?!

You laughed and nodded, tears entering your eyes again. “I really appreciate it, Bakugou. You're always so good to me.” You hiccupped.

Bakugou’s gaze softened and he opened his arms. “C’mere, dumbass.”

You leapt into his arms and wrapped yourself around him, crying your eyes out and shuddering in despair. “Wh- what did I do wrong, Katsuki?”

Bakugou snarled and turned your head to look at him, sitting with you halfway in his lap on your bed. “You didn’t do shit, that bitch doesn’t know what he lost, seriously. You’re not to blame for his bullshit.”

You nodded but Bakugou knew you didn’t fully believe him yet so he continued, even if it might expose his feelings.

“You’re amazing,” He started, letting you bury your head in his neck. “You’re hella smart and talented, and you’re not always annoying either, sometimes you’re funny.”

“Shut up...” You giggled and pressed your wet face to his neck, but he didn’t mind.

“You smell good all the time and you can’t cook for shit, but you can make, like, popcorn and that’s cool” He started to smirk, he wanted to make you laugh. He wanted to make you forget about that stupid ex of yours. “and you’re real pretty. Like, seriously, bad as hell.”

You blushed but Bakugou couldn’t see it, you couldn’t see his blush either and he was glad for it.

“Thank you, Katsu... Really, i mean it.” You shivered when his large hands squeezed at your thighs. “I wish...” You started, hesitantly. “I wish i had a guy like you...”

Bakugou froze and looked down at you while you looked up at him. Your eyes met and his darted down to your thick brown lips, they looked like honey to him, they always have.

He opened his mouth to ask, but you beat him to it. “Can I kiss you?”

Bakugou smiled crookedly. “Yeah.”

You tasted like vanilla.

He tasted like caramel.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x black reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou #bakugo x y/n #bakugou headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki

143 notes · View notes

myhopelessromanticworld · 3 years

Text

magnetic fields pt.1 | katsuki b.

bakugou didn’t have time for love. i mean how could he when the only thing on his mind was surpassing all might and deku and becoming the number one hero. love was a distraction, something only extras took the time to care about. so why did he find it so hard to look away from you?

hey! so slight change of plans, this fic is going to be split into 2 parts! if you like this fic please let me know and please enjoy! (italicized bit is a memory!)

word count: 1,652

friday

bakugou’s leg bounced restlessly underneath his desk as his eyes flitted around the room, never staying focused on one point for longer than a few seconds before his simmering red gaze shifted off again to another random object in the room. present mic had given class 1-A a work period so the students could get help while writing essays and bakugou, being the responsible student he is, had finished the essay last week when it was assigned so he was forced to put his headphones in and zone out all period. present mic had wanted to send bakugou back to the dorms as this was class 1-A’s last lesson of the day and the weekend would start as soon as the bell rang, but he decided against it knowing aizawa would give him shit for it if he found out.

as the explosive boy quickly grew bored of examining the room around him, he found his eyes drifting to the one area of the class he was avoiding. as much as bakugou tried to desperately search for a way to occupy his attention, he couldn’t ignore the pull he felt towards her, and like a moth to a flame his fiery eyes finally laid upon her. the one who’s plagued his every waking thought for the last few weeks, the one that caused him so much anger and confusion, the epitome of distractions, y/n. he didn’t know how it started or when it started but he did know that his infatuation for the girl was pissing him off. he had first noticed it a few weeks earlier during class sparring sessions with mr. aizawa.

bakugou had just finished sparring with todoroki and was sitting near him and some other classmates on the sidelines of the gym, waiting for the others to finish their fights. the gym floor was cleared of all equipment and 10 large circles were chalked out on the concrete floor. the training exercise was easy enough; get your opponent out of the circle without relying on a quirk using only hand-to-hand combat. mr. aizawa walked around the circles analyzing each student’s combat skills and body movements, searching for any weakness in their stance or defense. the pairs were chosen at random which lead to some odd sparring matches. so far everyone seemed to be doing relatively well for a bunch of extras. one of the oddest pairings was y/n and kirishima. kirishima towered over the tallest of his classmates and was strong even if he couldn’t use his quirk. of course that didn’t mean y/n couldn’t beat him and she was going to prove that to everyone in class 1-A. their fight had been going on much longer than everyone else’s and soon enough kiri and y/n were the only ones left standing. the melody of grunts and groans and the sounds of punches landing drew the eyes of the class and soon everyone was watching the intense fight. a couple of male students had made their concern for y/n’s well-being known when her and kiri had been matched up, but y/n and mr. aizawa had both been adamant that she would be fine. y/n didn’t say anything, but it pissed her off that her fellow students thought she wouldn’t be able to handle herself against kirishima, sure she couldn’t best kiri using pure physical strength, but she had seen him fight countless times and knew what tells and habits to look out for in order to beat him. kirishima was a big dude so he was a lot slower than y/n, taking advantage of this she stepped quickly in a circle around kiri throwing out hard jabs whenever she saw an open spot. after getting a few jabs in y/n would back off and keep herself out of kirishima’s reach until she’d regained some energy and went back in to cause more damage.

bakugou watched with a limited interest as y/n attempted to rush kirishima yet again. he was honestly kind of surprised she was doing so well, her strategy really seems to be workin- a small gasp left bakugou’s mouth as he watched his best friend grab y/n’s wrist mid-punch and before he could blink kirishima threw the girl down to the mat. it seemed kirishima had either figured out her strategy or had grown frustrated with her quick fists, bakugou guessed both. kirishima leaned down to grab y/n’s ankle and in a complete act of panic, her right foot shot out and slammed into kirishima’s forehead. y/n knew she would eventually have to give up her strategy and go all out, so as kirishima stumbled back, she popped up on her feet, turned her back to his chest, hauled one of his arms over her shoulder and used her hips and his weight to toss him over her shoulder and over the boundary. bakugou’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at y/n’s powerful figure. her skin glistened with sweat as her chest rose and fell in deep waves under her blue school uniform, her cheeks were flushed red from over-exertion and stray hairs plastered themselves to the side of her face and her forehead. her stance was wide, her shoulders were squared and set, and her head was held high, her form exuding strength and power.

seeing her in such a strong, sure state flipped a switch somewhere inside bakugou, and as he watched her take a few deep breaths and bask in the afterglow of her win he felt a fluttering in his stomach. it knocked the breath out of his chest with how overwhelming the feeling was and as he continued watching her the feelings only grew. his breathing picked up and there was an odd sensation in his chest, it felt like a heart attack but pleasant, he felt at peace, almost hypnotized by the way his heart soared in his chest. he mindlessly basked in his feelings until he began to feel his cheeks heat up, as that familiar heat crawled up his pale cheeks he tore himself out of thoughts about the way y/n’s hair shined under the gym lights he began to berate himself. katsuki shook his head, ‘what the hell are you thinking man? extras like her are competition, that’s it! she’s not worth another second’. as bakugou yelled at himself internally the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and he left the gym with the rest of his class, desperately trying to think of anything other than y/n’s muscular arms peeking out of her uniform.

and ever since that day bakugou found his eyes drifting to her more often, he noticed more about her and her little actions throughout the day. when she read her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned lightly as her eyes scanned the page, giving her a cute little pout that bakugou came to realize was her concentration face. he noticed how her hands were constantly in her hair, smoothing over the strands and running her fingertips soothingly over her scalp. he saw the way her eyes lit up when she ate dinner after a particularly rough training day, and he never missed the sweet sound of her voice as she hummed to herself while doing mundane tasks like the dishes, or tying her shoes. to put it bluntly - he was smitten. and that pissed him off! how dare she body slam her way into his life and occupy his mind like she had! he was going to be the number one hero and he couldn’t be distracted by some extra who would be lucky to be ranked in the top 100. bakugou shook his head lightly to himself and reached down to dig through his backpack for some paper and a pencil. he let himself get lost in his music as he began to doodle thoughtlessly on the paper, a poor attempt at distraction from the magnetic girl across the room. there was nothing that special about her. glance. she talked too loudly when she got excited and it hurt his already sensitive, damaged ears. glance. she got snarky in the mornings. glance. when she gets really mad her cheeks puff up. glance. when she’s talking about a passion of hers, her hands swing about. glance. on weekends she stumbles out of her dorm for breakfast, skin pink and warm from sleep, and a blanket wrapped tightly around her body. glance. when things in class or in life get too intense for her liking, she laughs. laughs until her face turns red - though bakugou has a theory that her face turns red because she’s embarrassed for acting out of place. glance-.

he knew this day would come, knew she would catch him looking at her. but as their gazes connected across the classroom, bakugou couldn't even find it in himself to be embarrassed, instead it felt like thousands of lightning bolts slammed through his body. his heart began pounding, his head felt foggy, his palms started sweating, a mix of chills and fluttering filled his stomach and in that moment all he wanted to do was hold her face in his hands and pour his heart out to her. but he can’t. and won’t. so instead he sends y/n a vicious snarl and forces his eyes back to his paper. he continued his drawing of kirishima, desperately trying to forget the look of confusion and hurt that crossed y/n’s face at his aggressive expression. bakugou spent the last few minutes of class thinking about the weekend ahead, and when the final bell for the day rang he collected his things and rushed out of the classroom before he could look at her again. bakugou only had two objectives for the upcoming weekend; train and get y/n out of his head.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fluff #bakugou #katsuki #katsuki bakugou

42 notes · View notes

clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years

Text

Normal ~ A.L.

A/n: Ah yes, this is going to be fun.

Request: “...Alec lightwood x male reader. Maybe the reader is mundane and shows Alec what it’s like being human for a day and then Alec shows him what it’s like being a shadow hunter. And maybe the whole time Alec is like o my word I love this kid...” by anon

Word Count: 5100+ (this is why it took me so long CHRIST I’m sorry)

MASTERLIST

You know, the thing that kept Mundanes seeing into the world of the Shadowhunters was a funny thing. It was supposed to always work, blocking humans from seeing monsters and those that hunted monsters. The problem was, nothing was perfect. Everyone made mistakes. Everything glitched from time to time.

I guess you could call Y/n a glitch.

The thing that kept humans from seeing things they shouldn't? It didn't work for Y/n.

When Y/n had first been seen facing down a vampire, it had seemed a little odd. The woman the vamp was going after seemed miffed that some dude was cutting in on her date, and everyone was confused. When they had killed the thing and Y/n had thanked them afterward, they'd all assumed he might have been like Clary - unaware of his Shadowhunter background somehow. But he had assured them he was human, and had proved it. Thankfully, since the plan had been to use a rune on him and if they had, he would have absolutely died.

Y/n was just immune to the magic that should have kept him far out of the knowing of what was really going on in the shadows of his town. Which left him unable to do anything, other than gather information and share it when he could. Y/n had no magic and no way to fight when he had no training or run protections, but he did have a talent for tricking monsters with their one weakness. He was human, and they were hungry.

Long story short: Y/n was really good at being bait, and he didn't mind it either.

Alec minded it a lot.

The two boys had gotten close pretty quickly. Alec refused to admit it, but Y/n was pretty charming. He had a nice smile and a contagious laugh, and a sort of lightness about him that was incredibly refreshing. It wasn't that he was untouched by darkness, or that he was fresh and innocent and waiting to be destroyed, like they all were before their line of living had ruined them. Y/n had been aware of monsters all his life, and being surrounded by people who could not see what he could see had landed him in either very near death situations, or mental hospitals a few times before he'd learned how to lie. He'd even been medicated really heavily a few times, but when that had done nothing, Y/n had come to terms that there was something going on that other people couldn't see. He had been in this business for a very long. No, Y/n was just the kind of person that refused to lose that inner child. He was soft and strong, and could make anyone smile and any situation bearable.

The way he made life so much more beautiful drew Alec in so aggressively, the Lightwood boy lost his breath every time.

Y/n was good at getting along with everyone else too. He wasn't good at much other than writing, leaving him to connect with Clary because of the similar vibes of their childhood, as well as their mutual passion for art. He and Simon bonded over poetry as well. Izzy enjoyed having someone who could keep up with her flirting, without it meaning anything or leading to something neither of them wanted. Even Jace was enjoying Y/n's presence when he proved that despite his lack of an ability to fight monsters and the such, Y/n WAS well trained in self defense. The two sparred while Y/n cracked jokes and made Jace laugh. Yeah, the blonde and brooding Jace was actually LAUGHING.

Having Y/n around was very refreshing.

So they all missed him a lot when he wasn't around.

Y/n attended college to chase am Arts History degree, and worked two jobs to keep himself afloat. The day Alec got permission to let Y/n move into the Institute was a great day for everyone. Now he was around a lot more- especially because now that he didn't have to pay rent, he could quit one of his jobs. In his free time, Y/n spent cleaning gear and learning how to hone his lame cooking skills. He wasn't great, but he was better than Izzy and was usually the only one with the energy to try it at the end of the day. When Hodge... went rogue, Y/n took charge of keeping up the Garden and learning all he could about how this world worked so he could take care of things and keep everything running smoothly. This left him spending most of his time in the library, reading up on history books.

One day though, Y/n needed Alec's help. Tensions between the two boys had risen almost to over spilling, but every time Y/n thought they were going somewhere, Alec stepped back. Y/n respected the boy's hesitance and never pushed, but the dragging was getting to everyone else. Izzy especially, who wanted the coolest mundane ever to get with her brother.

That wasn't why Y/n was bothering Alec now though. "Hey can I clean the glowing weapons things, or like... will those kill me?"

Alec couldn't help slip a small smile when he heard Y/n's voice. He turned around to see the boy coming in, a huge book in his hand but a confused look on his face. "Please tell me you're not talking about Seraph Blades."

"Those are the ones," Y/n confirmed without hesitation.

Alec shifted, raising an eyebrow. "They're just... fire."

"Well yes," Y/n drawled, rolling his eyes. "But the tubes. I mean, when they deactivate there's still something there, right? Doesn't that get covered in blood and stuff? Won't it getting all icky mess with the magic? And I've never seen any of them dirty. So do you guys have to clean them, or can I?"

That was very confusing to Alec. "Okay hold on. Have you never seen us kill a demon before?"

Y/n got rather sheepish then. "In my defense, I usually get in the way if I help, so I run unless there's someone in immediate danger. The last time, when I tried to help that girl, I almost got her, myself, AND Jace killed.

Alec flinched at the memory. "Jace is an idiot. Him jumping in when he did was his own fault."

"Wouldn't have been necessary if I wasn't provoking a damn vampire," Y/n mumbled.

"That girl probably would have died if you hadn't. We couldn't have attacked him with her there without chancing hurting her, or exposing ourselves. You saved her." Alec was ready to argue this, far too used to Jace's tendency to see the worst in himself despite the fact that he was actively a hero.

Y/n had to relent. "Fine, whatever. So, the blade?"

"Demons don't bleed," Alec explained. "They... well, it depends on the demons actually. Some turn to dust, or explode into fire. Some just kind of fade away. No need to clean blood off our weapons."

Y/n nodded, but obviously had a follow up question, so Alec waited for him to ask it. "Doesn't the dust get on your clothes? Does the fire ever burn you? Perhaps I should pick up some medical skills as well in case you guys come home hurt. Might make me more useful."

Alec rolled his eyes this time. "If you're seriously stuck on the idea of running this place instead of going out there and working in an art museum like you told Clary is your dream job, I won't stop you. That's not my decision to make." Y/n blushed, but Alec pretended not to see it. "However, if you're going to be one of us there are things you have to understand." He hesitated. "I want you to follow us around me around sometime. I can show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter. You can even come on a mission if you want, but I want you to stay FAR out of danger, do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Y/n was grinning, and between that and what he had said, Alec felt his chest heat up with a weird emotion he refused to address. "When do we start?"

A soft chuckle came from Alec then. "How about tomorrow? I'll wake you up bright and early, so be prepared."

Y/n nodded eagerly, already walking backward - presumably to return the book so he could head to bed. "Great! See you tomorrow, Alec!" He turned around and jogged away then.

Alec couldn't help himself but appreciate the view as Y/n retreated down the hall. He heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Clary, whose smirk was so wide it wiped the smile off of Alec's face. He turned away from her and moved toward his own room. What had he gotten himself into?

When Alec got to Y/n's room that morning, he was expecting to have to wake the other boy up. Unfortunately for him, when he opened the door, Y/n was already awake. And getting dressed. He wore the long, dark pants a lot of the guys around here wore when they weren't in Mundane clothes. He did not, however, have a shirt on. "Oh, good morning Alec," Y/n greeted brightly.

Alec almost exploded right there. Y/n wasn’t especially muscly, but he was rather lean. Y/n did a lot of walking, running, and casual work outs every once in a while before meeting the Shadowhunters. He knew self defense after all, and liked that the occasional work out filled him with energy after a while, even if it tired him out at first. Since joining the Institute though, Jace had enforced a daily workout. Some days Y/n got even more done when the two boys sparred, or when he had to move things around for research (those books were a lot heavier than they looked) or rearranged his room again because he liked to have a new layout every once in a while. Y/n had become the extra pair of hands everyone was excited to have. He was strong enough to spot for a lot of the other Shadowhunters even, leaving him in that comfortable middle between ripped and soft. He had angles and lines, but plenty of soft edges too. He looked like he could pick Alec up and then cuddle him just as easily. It was a body type that looked very good on the boy, and seeing him shirtless did things to Alec that should not have been being done.

It was then that Alec realized Y/n was talking to him. "I'm sorry, what?"

Y/n laughed, shaking his head in amusement. He put a shirt on, leaving Alec wondering if the boy knew what had left Alec so distracted. "I asked you what was first on the agenda today."

"Have you done your morning workout today yet?" Y/n shook his head. "Then that's where we'll start." And they did. Alec pushed himself further usual, and he knew he was doing it to show off to Y/n, but he also knew a little part of him wanted to outshine Y/n too. The boy kept up pretty well, and Alec didn't want to have a Mundane do better than him. After, they got breakfast, parted to shower, and then rejoined again to head to the sparring ring.

"You guys do a lot of training here," Y/n realized aloud.

Thankfully Alec had caught it, because he was super distracted by the way Y/n's wet hair shone under the lighting of the Institute, and the way it made his eyes look brighter. He didn't need to get caught for staring again. "Yeah. It takes up time, but it also keeps us ready for any surprise attacks, and prepared for nighttime hunts." Y/n nodded but didn't say anything else as they reached the rings. Alec grabbed two long staffs, passing one to Y/n as they stepped up to spar. Y/n knew what to do - he did it often with Jace. Alec was sure he'd claim victory over the Mundane.

Which left him rather speechless when Y/n pinned him. They were both out of breath and Y/n loomed over Alec, his feet planted and knees trapping Alec as the end of Y/n's staff rested threateningly against Alec's throat. "You're dead," Y/n joked.

Alec looked at Y/n with new eyes. What was with this guy? Why did Alec have to try so much harder to end up on top? Mundanes were like Clary and Simon, before they'd been trained. Alec could still remember how long both of them had lost time and time again to even the newest and youngest Shadowhunters. How could Y/n win against Alec? "How are you so good at fighting? I thought your thing was writing stories."

Y/n moved back, letting Alec go. He offered a hand and Alec took it. He was once again knocked breathless when Y/n hauled Alec to his feet without seeming to even struggle. "I'm stronger than I look. And... when I was younger, I didn't have shadowhunters and parabatai to have my back. I had to learn how to defend myself. Whether it was running from monsters, or making sure I didn't get pummeled by bigger kids who called me crazy and laughed at me because of the stories I supposedly made up..." He shrugged.

That didn't settle well in Alec's stomach. "I don't think any of us know what it's like to live like that. Clary doesn't remember, and the rest of us grew up with each other. I... I'm sorry, that's terrible."

There was a second when Alec saw the heaviness that Y/n hid so well in the boy's shoulders. Suddenly Alec was stunned by how someone so burdened by pain and sorrow could still radiate so much light and joy and comfort. How did Alec only now know that Y/n was capable of winning against even a well trained Shadowhunter, if he was really trying? Why was it such a shock that someone who grew up with deformed nightmares roaming around, would be able to kick some ass and defend himself? Alec realized then that Y/n made everyone feel safe. Y/n didn't seem able to hurt anyone, even if he wanted to. It made Y/n even more amazing that he was capable of defending someone if he had to, but chose not to in favor of making people feel safe around him. I dare say it made Alec feel even more safe.

Y/n sighed, and the moment passed. He was smiling again and Alec felt his heart swell with a feeling that terrified the dark haired boy. A feeling that also made him feel... really great too. "So what's next on the agenda, Lightwood?" "Jace will have our goal for tonight. Come on." Alec lead the way as they both headed to where Jace was. Alec explained the situation, and with Y/n's assurance he'd be plenty safe, Jace agreed. Y/n had been around a lot, and Alec was right - if he was up keeping the place, he had to know what being a Shadowhunter was actually like. After that had been settled, the trio headed to track down Izzy and Clary for the mission tonight.

"First thing first, Y/n's joining us tonight. He won't be getting involved, and will only be tagging along for educational purposes so he can know what he's dealing with as he gets more involved with how this place work, as well as the people in it," Jace began. Izzy and Clary both nodded, no arguments to be heard. "Okay, now down to business." Long story short, there were two demons who had teamed up and they had to kill it. Usual stuff.

Since when had demons and murder become Y/n's normal? Yikes.

The kill went rather smoothly, just like it was supposed to. It was a nice change from all the odd things that had been rocking everyone's world since Clary, Simon, and Y/n had joined the team. Very good for teaching as well. Y/n stayed back as promised, taking notes mentally and internalizing it. He thought about his thought earlier on how murder and demonic beings had at some point gone from nightmare to reality. Normal, even. For Shadowhunters, there was no shift. They grew up and lived a life where monsters were more than nightmare and you learned to kill from a young age. Perhaps it was fair, since they were bad guys surviving off of killing humans, but still. Alec knew how to kill Y/n. He probably could, if it was required or just if he wanted to. He could do it and he would get away with it too. Shadowhunters leave no trace and no Nephalim was going to care about Y/n being dead.

As the dark thought started to rise, Y/n pushed it down. As much as he seemed a bundle of effortless happiness and light, even he had his moments. He was just better at keeping them in check.

Everyone came home and got ready for bed as Y/n made food. He finished up before anyone came to eat so he killed time by making everyone's plate and putting them on the counter. When he was still alone, he sat on the counter and let himself get lost in thought. Just as he was, Clary popped into the room. "That smells amazing."

Y/n smiled. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells then." They both chuckled as Clary grabbed her plate and began to leave. "Going so soon?"

She nodded. "I have this... it's sort of um..." she seemed to be struggling. "Drawing. Can I show you later?" It was a habit she'd gotten from Y/n, losing her words when she was excited. She had been a little like that before being a Shadowhunter, when it came to art. Y/n fueled it again and set off her fire. She was more into art than ever and Y/n loved to see it, even if it meant one less person at the dinner table.

Y/n had been trying to have family dinners, but most of the time his efforts dissolved. Rarely did he get everyone. Usually he only managed to wrangle a few, and sometimes he ate alone. When a Clary left, it wasn't long before Simon and Izzy meandered in, lost in conversation about something. Y/n wasn't totally listening, as they were obviously midconversation and Y/n was lost as to what they‘d said up until now. They each grabbed a plate and headed out. Y/n sighed and watched them, but still said nothing.

Jace came next. "What did you think about the fight tonight?"

Y/n jumped and then chuckled. Jace gave a sort of guilty look. The blonde tended to hide his emotions, but when it came to Y/n he was always sorry to disturb the boy. Y/n had just seemed very pensive - nearly sad - and Jace hated the expression on Y/n's face. He was too used to the others who were trained to notice other people in the room even if they were quiet.

Quickly composing himself again, Y/n responded. "It was... cool, I guess. You guys are incredibly talented and there's something aesthetic about watching demons vaporize. It gave me a lot to think about."

"Like what?" Have asked, eyebrow cocked.

For a second Y/n hesitated but then Jace doned a prying look and Y/n was a terrible liar so he gave in. "You guys don't know what it's like to be human." Jace's expression darkened and Y/n flinched. "I mean, you have this angel blood that puts you above everyone else. You slay demons and purify the world and handle the boosting power of runes that any other creature would be destroyed by. You know what it's like to be angel. Except maybe the flying." The joke lifted Jace's mood a little. "But you don't know what it's like to... I mean, you're half human. But I can't imagine any of you getting jobs or going to high school. Being vulnerable without the protection of your runes and the insane immunity they grant you. I mean- like earlier, I realized that Alec could one hundred percent kill me if he wanted to, and he would get away with it. No human would know, and no Nephilim would care so-"

"Clary, Izzy, and I would care." Jace seemed to have not meant to say it out loud. But he had and it stopped Y/n short.

He felt cared for and it made him uncomfortable. Jace could sense that. "Well that's... not the point." He blushed. "But thank you."

Jace nodded, then moved on to spare Y/n. The other boy obviously wasn't used to having people care about him. It made Jace remember that Y/n's life had been really hard. Y/n had spent almost all his life alone. Sometimes it was easy to forget with how kind and loving Y/n was. He was used to taking care of other people but being taken care of? Yikes. "Does it bother you?"

Y/n immediately shook his head. "Not at all. I don't feel in danger, at least. I trust all of you guys and know that none of you want to kill me. It does bother me though that you don't get to experience that normalcy. I mean does anyone here bake just for fun? Or have hobbies outside killing literal demons?" Jace went to speak but Y/n cut him off. "Clary doesn't count, she wasn't raised a Shadowhunter." Jace's mouth closed and Y/n sighed. "I just wish more... safe things for you guys. More fun and laughing and loving and less sneaking around in the shadows and killing. Thinking like that all the time... living a life where you only survive and hide and kill. I can't imagine it does good things for your mental health."

"I'm in perfect health," Jace reassured Y/n.

Y/n rolled his eyes. "No you're-" He stopped, shaking his head. He hesitated, perking up when an idea occurred to him. "What if I incorporated a little humanity into how we run things here? We can have like arts and crafts rooms and encourage people to utilize the library and the garden for things other than just necessities. I can enforce family dinners and we can congregate and have awkward family dinner discussions like normal people."

Jace smiled. "That sounds really nice actually."

That encouraged Y/n a lot. "Perfect, I'll start tomorrow."

"Start what?" Two sets of eyes turned to see Alec coming in the room. His eyes lingered on Jace, who seemed to be light on fire by the eye contact, as he was instantly on his feet, grabbing his plate, and heading out.

"Y/n can explain. He has a really great idea." He paused, smiling wider. "I'll see you at dinner tomorrow." Then he headed out, leaving behind a grinning Y/n. Alec snagged the last two plates, setting one by Y/n and the other on the counter next to him. He then pulled up a chair, turning it backward so the back of the chair was against his chest as he sat down, beginning to eat on the counter rather than the table to keep Y/n company. "What was that?"

Another idea hit Y/n then. "I'm going to bring some goddamn humanity to this Institute. You're all half human and you act like that's a bad thing or something! I'll start with a crafting room, and then using the garden and library for fun stuff instead of just what we need. We'll have a calendar with birthdays and celebrate each one with a proper little get together. AND, we're having family dinners from here on. Spread the word."

The authority in Y/n's tone took Alec off guard. "Will do." He found himself smiling a little. "I show you what it's like to be a Shadowhunter and you took from it that we need to be more human?"

Y/n mulled that over for a second, rather than letting it go as the joke Alec had intended it to be. "I don't want to erase your angel half. I know what you do is important, and that you guys save people and stuff. But even though you do good things for others, none of you do anything for yourselves. Self care isn't just staying in shape and getting food and sleep and healing yourselves when you get hurt. Do you have any hobbies other than fighting, Alec?" The Lightwood boy considered before conceding that Y/n had a point. "You showed me how to be a Shadowhunter. Now let me show you what it's like to be human." Alec's smile grew. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Y/n agreed.

The day started the same, with Y/n respecting that Alec still had a routine and also that said routine was one some people carried as well. The waking up early and doing a morning workout, more than the killing demons and keeping vampires, werewolves, and fairies in check, but still.

Next, Y/n pulled him over to his laptop where he was going to online school. As Y/n worked, he answered questions about high school and even middle school. The more he talked the more Alec's face twisted in a bitter expression, like he'd bit into a lemon. Y/n busted up laughing when he got to math and Alec moved away from the screen as if it had offended him. "Not as glamorous as kicking ass and taking names and saving lives and shit, but it's cool. I guess."

Alec shook his head. "Is this... necessary?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Y/n snorted. "Do you use math like this? Ever?" Alec shook his head no. "And you're far more productive than most people who graduate college- and debt free!"

There was a moment where Alec seemed speechless. When he spoke again, it was slow. "This is kind of nice though. Easier to.. handle." He eyed the math page again. "No, I take that back. This is much scarier."

Y/n laughed at that. "Less deadly though. I get it." Alec smiled at him. It was so small it practically wasn't there, but it was, and it was sweet.

After a while, Y/n put his homework away. "That's not due for a while. Having to balance the human world and the shadow world was difficult at first so one night I pulled an all nighter and got weeks ahead on homework. My teachers were a little miffed since thy hadn't taught me the material yet, but easy ones like English were easy to swallow. Just, read a book and write an essay. You know?" Alec did nod knowingly at that. "My point is, we've had enough of this and don't have to finish it for tonight, so now is a good time for a break." He hummed to himself, thinking. "Do you guys have a TV here?" Alec rose his eyebrows. "That's what I thought. Come on we're going to go to my place."

So they did.

Alec had never been to Y/n's apartment before. Y/n had been clearing it out slowly, but there were still some thing here. Things that he couldn't take with him to the institute. Things like the fridge and the big furniture and, yes, the TV. It wasn't that he couldn't fit his bed and couches in the Institute, it was just that it would make it official if he did, and things still seemed to be up in the air for him.

"It's nice." It was perfectly clean and bright. The curtains were drawn to let the sun in and the walls were painted a light baby blue. The whole place made Alec relax his body. He sat on the very comfy couch and practically melted. There was just a sort of ambiance here that gave Alec the impression nothing bad could ever happen here. Which went against logic and reason and experience and training... but I guess that programming wasn't enough to fight the way the couch dipping with Y/n's weight, next to Alec, felt like... safety personified.

The two watched a few movies Alec had never seen or even heard of. Halfway through the Lion King, Alec felt his body lean into Y/n's. Without missing a beat Y/n shifted his arm so Alec could lean into in more, even rest his head on the other man's chest. Every time Y/n moved or laughed or spoke Alec didn't just hear it. He felt it. It was amazing.

All too soon, the sun was down and it was nighttime. "Do you want to watch another one, or should you be heading to bed soon?"

Surprise overtook Alec when he realized what time it was. His body was completely undone and his heart rate had evened out. He'd never been this calm in his life. "I'm surprised Jace hasn't come hunting me down."

That made Y/n smile. "I told him the plan for today. Told him that I was commandeering you and if he showed up to steal you tonight I'd kick his ass personally. I may be a Mundane but that won't stop me from finding a way to knock the blonde out of his hair." A jerking laugh bubbled from Alec then at the mental image of Y/n doing such a thing. "Yeah," Y/n agreed, chuckling along. "Took some convincing to get them to all take the night off. Jace argued, but as much as saving people is important, taking care of yourselves is just as important. And after you showed me what you guys do every single day... Holy shit."

Weird feelings began to twist in Alec's stomach. He could lie very well, about a lot of things. He could lie so convincingly that Jace would back off, and Izzy would let it go. He could lie to his mother to meet her ever demanding expectations. Unfortunately, he could only lie to himself for so long until his realist side kicked in and demanded him to accept what was.

He was in love with Y/n.

Well, shit.

"What are you thinking about over there?"

Alec felt his stomach flip. Double shit.

"Just... uh." He flinched at his sudden awkwardness. Y/n frowned, noticing it since they were so close. "I just want to thank you. The way you've thrown yourself into our lives and way of living and have done your best to keep everything going and then improve upon it? It's amazing. You work really hard to make life better for us."

Y/n swallowed, his face relaxed but his eyes intense. There was something in those eyes that was begging to be seen and known, but Alec was too scared to acknowledge it. What if Y/n could see through him and wanted to just be friends? What if Y/n was trying to be polite? But if that was the case, wouldn't he have pushed Alec away? Why was he pulling him closer?

Then they were kissing and it was all because of Y/n and Alec didn't have any doubts anymore.

When they parted again, Alec's mind was racing and Y/n's voice was soft. "I'll always be here Alec. All I want to do is make your life better and easier and more pleasant. You deserve it."

This time Alec kissed Y/n, and it lasted much longer and was much more intense. When they parted for the second time, Alec whispered, "Will you move in for real? I want you around all the time. I want you close and safe and I don't want you to go anywhere else. I don't want you to have to."

Y/n smiled. "Anything for you."

Male reader tags: @sheepfather

#alec lightwood #male reader #shadown hunters #x reader #imagine #alec lightwood x reader #alec lightwood imagine #shadow hunters x reader #shadow hunters imagine

258 notes · View notes

imnotasuperhero · 4 years

Text

I’ll be waiting (for when you love me again)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Type: angsty fluff?

Summary: Natasha can’t accept the fact you decided to break up with her. Even if she understood your reasons. She knew there was much more in store for the both of you. Together.

Wordcount: 1178

A/N: @nowthisisliving27 requested for a happier continuation of this angsty fic, but like.. asking for help, @jumbojamba47 suggested I’ll be waiting by Adele and well.. this is the result. Lol. Let me know if you guys want a part 3! (:

A/N n2: Not sure this is the right ending I wanted, but after hiting a wall for so long, I decided to embrace it and share it before I deleted the whole thing. Lmao.

The last time Natasha saw you, it was one of the most painful moments she'd endured so far. The fact she had to let you go away so you could find yourself again, was paining her in indescribable ways. If she'd just paid more attention. If she'd just kept you close, showing you that she cared.

How could she be in peace, knowing she let you slip away? How could she be nice with herself, knowing that she contributed to your insecurities? Even if you reassured her over and over that it was your battle and you couldn't drag her down with you. But little did you know Natasha would go to the confines of Hell just to be with you.

She could still feel the way you felt against her. The softness of your skin under her touch. The soft sighs you'd let out whenever she ran her nails against your upper arms in those lazy days when you got to be in your bed all day. Fully clothed or naked, but together.

It's been a month since you went on a vacation, ready to rediscover yourself and eager to use the pilled up permits to skip work.

A part of her was eager to see you, to witness your happiness as you told her all the things you did and all the places you've got to visit. She wanted nothing else than to see the shine in your eyes when you talked about what you enjoyed the most, the way you'd wrinkle your nose or frown when you talked about your less favorite parts. She wanted to be the one you ranted to. But the realistic part of her made her understand that she couldn't. She didn't have the right. At least, not until you allowed her to. And there was nothing she could do other than wait. As long as it took you.

Days turned into months. The only information she had about your wellbeing was because she decided to give in and use her spy skills on you. And she'd be lying if she didn't felt like a perv, following you around like a stalker. But if you weren't giving her updates, she must get them herself.

That's how the night found her on the rooftop of the building in front of yours. The binoculars on her hands showing you on your couch, probably watching the latest episode of your favorite TV show. Her heart squeezed when she spotted her old t-shirt covering your body, increasing the hope she was feeling inside. What would she give to have you in her arms again, cuddling and just basking in each other's warmth. She knew if -when- you were to have her again, she had to be better. She had to own the pleasure of calling you hers.

After what seemed hours later, she finally plopped down under the covers. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tossed and rolled in bed, sleep wouldn't visit. Her mind still running wild with ideas to make it happen. God, she was so tempted to ask Tony to fund her so she could get one of those dumb planes to get the whole New York City to know she loved you.

Making her peace with the fact that it was too late now, she quickly changed into workout clothes and headed for the gym. Hopefully, she could nap after.

"You still here?"

Bucky's voice took Natasha out of her reverie, making her stop mid-jab against the target. Looking at the gym's doors, she frowned at the super soldier walking over to her.

"I just came here," Natasha leaned her head in confusion.

"Nat, it's 10 am. JARVIS told me you've been here since dawn," he chuckled.

Looking around, she could see that in fact, the lights were off, and the sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminating the whole room.

"Fuck," she's been here for 5 hours.

"What's wrong?" Bucky leaned against the press, blue eyes meeting green. And Natasha knew she couldn't lie to him.

"I've been dating this person," Natasha paused licking her lips. Why was her mouth so dry so suddenly? "I- She saw us. When we were undercover." She couldn't help the questioning glaze anymore, so she moved her eyes to the blue sky outside.

"We've been together for 7 months. We- I really love her, Bucks," she looked up when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

"Does she knows that?"

"She does. I- Is not because we don't love each other," she sipped on her water. "I hid her," she confessed. "I hid her and I wasn't there for her and-"

"And you need to make your peace with it." Natasha could hear the laugh in his voice and she wanted to spar with him just to kick it off. "I won't pry and demand you to tell me everything. But I do ask of you to work it out. If you really love her, then don't let her go away."

Natasha mulled his words over and over, trying to come up with a plan. She needed to step her game up. You both were too good to end this way.

It wasn't until she saw you in the café -pure coincidence this time- that she finally made up her mind. She'll win you over and she'll shout at the top of her lungs that you were hers.

"Nat, hi." You smiled something painful and Natasha couldn't help the frown taking over her.

"Y/N, is nice to see you," she smiled honestly, hoping you could see it. "I-"

"You-"

You both cut each other mid-talk, laughing sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. You go first." Always the gentlewoman, Nat nodded for you to continue.

"Umm... I was wondering if you... maybe... Ugh, I'm such a mess," you laughed and Natasha couldn't help her jumping heart threatening to escape her chest.

"You might be a mess, but I wouldn't have it any other way." She high-fived herself mentally at the blushing of your cheeks. 'Smooth, dude' she smirked to herself.

"You're mean. I'm trying to be serious here," you pouted and Natasha was dying to kiss it away. But she knew better.

"I'm sorry. I'll shut up now," she mimicked zipping her lips and your laugh filled her ears, making her wish she could hear your laugh for the rest of her life.

"Anywaaays," you rolled your eyes at her antics. "I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me? If you're free, I mean."

"I am free and I'd love to share this afternoon with you," she winked at you, repressing a laugh as you grumbled under your breath. "Go pick a table and I'll be there soon," she gestured to the back of the café as she walked towards the barista.

She couldn't help the smile breaking her face at the outcome of this day. Maybe this wasn't the end, after all. And she was certain she'll make things different. This time, she'll be better for you.

----------------------------

Taglist: @marvelfansince08love @wannabe-fic-reader @natasha-danvers @rooskaya-yelena @sananabdliw @aaron-despair @username23345 @nate-the-dreamer @higherfurther-romanova

#natasha romanoff x reader #it's finally done #my writing

145 notes · View notes

tartaghetti · 4 years

Text

stronger than you | strong! fem! reader hcs

you are a 2nd year manager of karasuno and here are hcs on how noya, tanaka, and ennoshita react to you being physically stronger than you seem

☆ nishinoya yuu

you, along with yachi, were introduced by kiyoko as new managers for the club. you've been in the club for quite some time now and you're well acquainted with everyone now

especiall noya since the both of you are in the same year (and he's very excited about how they have a manager who's in the same year as him)

noya is just an energetic and spontaneous ball

he'll go to your classroom and shout your name so you could go to the clubroom together

you would find it very endearing if it weren't for the knowing looks your friends would give you whenever noya came by

OKAY SO

you joined in your 2nd year after leaving the martial arts club

why'd you leave? you weren't too keen on the suffocating competitive atmosphere in the club

the club president wasn't very good in keeping everyone organised

the club was overall just a mess and you didn't want to get involved in any more problems

while everyone's cleaning up, hinata and kageyama snuck to the court a bit a do extra spiking drills

you heard them bickering but you didn't actually expect they'd do anymore drills

but at this point, you weren't surprised anymore

this time, hinata went a bit all out and the ball came flying towards an unsuspecting noya who was drinking what's left of his water bottle

fortunately, you were nearby

you immediately drop whatever you were holding (which were brooms) and immediately go in front of noya, fixing your stance (like how you would during a hand to hand spar)

you use your arm and hover it steadily in front of your face where the ball was going towards

you successfully stop the ball, which you grab from the floor

you're unaware of the stares from the other people in the gym

"hinata! kageyama! be careful! you could have hurt someone!" you lecture the first years, to which they immediately apologize for (after they've completely processed what you just did)

you turn around and look at noya, who's just looking at you in awe

"noya-san? you okay there?" you wave your hand in front of him, where he finally responds by blinking

he finally processes everything, he's confused, he's blushing, he's staring at you in awe because a girl saved him?? a v v pretty girl saved him from a ball that could've hit his head??

he's just shocked, my dood

for the first time, he's at a loss for words

"earth to noya-san?"

he finally speaks

"[y/n]-san... that... that was so aWESOME! you're... i guess you were stronger than i had initially thought, y'know? thanks for saving my head there! you're so cool, [y/n]-san!"

you're blushing now too

sure, you've been called cool by other people, but it seems that when noya says it, it just feels so different

"thank you, noya-san..."

the next few days, he'll just bother you about where you got so strong and when he learns that you know martial arts, he just WANTS you to teach him some self-defense

he was already attracted to you when you joined the club as a manager

now he learns that you're actually physically stronger than you seem??

bro, he's infatuated

wait no, scratch that

he's head over heels for you

expect a lot of compliments from him

also expect a lot of, "[y/n], do you think you can carry me?"

"for the last time, noya, i am NOT carrying you"

☆ tanaka ryuunosuke

you already knew tanaka, during your 1st year, even before joining the karasuno volleyball club because of ennoshita

but you've only met with him once or twice on the rare occasions where you'd do a group project with ennoshita

you joined the volleyball club in your 2nd year as a manager for the boy's team when the club that you were previously in had disbanded due to lack of members

to everyone's surprise, tanaka recognizes you the moment you enter the gym

you quickly become well acquainted with everyone

it's been like 3 months since you've joined the club and you're comfortable with walking home with everyone

especially with tanaka since coincidentally, you live in the same neighborhood as him

this one particular day, tanaka says he'd forgotten his textbook in coach ukai's shop while you were already walking home with him

you guys weren't that far from his shop but you were already tired enough to go back with him

you let him go and retrieve his textbook, assuring that you'll be fine on your own

he runs back to the shop and you lean onto a pole nearby, waiting patiently for him

that's when two creepy men approach you and begin small talk, getting into your personal space too many times

they crossed the line when one of them tried to lift up your skirt, the other one pinning you onto the wall

before they could do anything else, you immediately go under his arm and out while it was still a bit loose and you immediately strike your hand on his nape, earning a pained groan from the man

the other one hesitated to attack you but he did, trying to punch you, but you immediately dodge, making him stumble and fall

using whatever strength you had left, with your adrenaline helping, you lift the other and drop him onto his companion, earning groans from the two of them

the moment tanaka comes back, he's immediately in front of you, in a very defensive stance, barking at the strangers

he doesn't look at you as he grabs your arms, pulling you close to him as you continue walking home

finally, he looks at you and notices the state that you are in

your blazer's unbuttoned, the blouse underneath lost the top button, your clothes are creased and your hair is just everywhere

you're sweating, still not recovering from the adrenaline rush from earlier

lowkey you look attractive rn

"[y/n]! are you okay?! are you hurt?! the hell happened back there?! did those guys try to touch you?!"

"tanaka, chill, i'm fine. just some random dudes trying to get touchy with me. nothing i can't handle"

he's relieved that you're okay and he makes sure you get home safely (ohoho what a gentleman) and once he gets everything in his head, he's in love

i mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a girl who just DESTROYED two men trying to touch her

the next day when you greet him, he's all blushy and scared because you might beat his ass if you felt like it

he later learns that you were taught self-defense at an early age and continued training up until now

tanaka will stare at you whenever you're talking with someone, hoping you wouldn't notice, but boy's just too obvious about his infatuation

the whole team probably knows his crush on you without him confirming it

☆ ennoshita chikara

you joined the volleyball club shortly after transferring to karasuno in your 2nd year

you're classmates with ennoshita, so you were relieved that you knew someone in the team

you quickly became friends with everyone on the team a few days later due to them being very friendly and kiyoko never leaving you confused during practice

once you're comfortable enough with them, you've shown your very playful side

leading you, along with noya and tanaka, to get some lectures from ennoshita

you were never one to actually do dumb things, but you always encouraged them to do the dumb thing

"im not a bad influence i swear" turns into "lmao yea, you should totally give that snake a pat"

even though you seem playful, you're still very reliable when the situation calls for it

you stopped a good amount of class fights and bickering to avoid it elevating to a physical fight

you've also stopped hinata and kageyama's bickering a few times

of course, ennoshita's noticed this and has developed an admiration to you

he didn't notice the thin line between admiration and infatuation

he finds himself staring at you a lot during practice now, always denying that he had a crush on you and just convinced himself that "i just respect her a lot"

it's currently the last day of the tokyo summer training camp, and you're helping out unloading a few more stuff that they bought

you're carrying two fairly heavy coolers, both of which are filled with refreshments

ennoshita sees you and sprints up to you, offering to help

"oh, there's no need ennoshita-kun, go ahead and eat, you should enjoy yourself"

there it is, that very sweet consideration that sends ennoshita's heart flying

"don't worry [y/n], i want to help you"

you smile and take up his offer, giving him one of the coolers

he almost droos the cooler from how heavy it was

he initially thought it wasn't at all heavy since you didn't at all look like you were having a hard time, he underestimated the weight of the cooler

you look at him in worry but then you burst into a fit of laughter, earning some attention your way

ennoshita was embarrassed as he tried to tell you to stop laughing at him

"sorry ennoshita-kun, but that was the reason i didn't want you to carry it, come on, give that back to me"

he stares at you for a bit, still not over the shock of learning how strong you actually are

you wave your hand in front of his face and he comes back to reality

"no, no, i can carry this, your shoulders might get sore, [y/n]"

AWWWW HE'S CONCERNEDD

while the both of you walk, you tell him about how you underwent some intense (somewhat unnecessary) training during middle school as you were part of the track & field club

once you deemed that the training was far too much and your body couldn't take it anymore so you quit when you went into high school

the reason you transferred was because your mom landed a job as a teacher for karasuno high

he's in awe about... just about everything about you

it's honestly not hard for him to fall for you at this point

he'll listen to you the rest of the day, wanting to get to know you more and more

when someone goes to help you carry something particularly heavy, he anticipates for their reaction over you being stronger than they are

he just loves you at this point, really

i hope i depicted them properly TwT

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #strong fem! reader #haikyuu headcannons #hq headcannons #ennoshita chikara #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #haikyuu imagines

147 notes · View notes

rorynne · 5 years

Text

The Three Times Natasha Failed at Flirting, and the One time it Didn’t Matter

Pairing:Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Summary: Natasha always prided her self on her ability to seduce anyone, until you came along

Warnings: Fluff, Its mostly just fluff. very very light mention of drugging but nothing in a sexual nature. Also Unbeta’d and pottentially OOC. I tried.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Requested by anon with this prompt “Helloooo! I saw you opened up your requests ;) ;) it's about damn time! Can I have a natasha x reader where either one of them is trying to make a move on the other? Whether they both do it, they succeed, they fail, etc, etc, it's alll up to you. Thank you!”

This is my absolute first time writing for natxreader so I hope you all enjoy.

Natasha was a professional. Trained in the red room, master assassin, one of the worlds greatest spies, skilled seductress. Years of training and experience had taught he all she needed to know to wrap anyone around her finger. There were three ways to flirt your way into someone's good graces, if one didn't work, one of the other two would, of that she was sure. At least, until she met you.

Subtle

Natasha didn't know what to expect when she met you. Clint always had a habit of picking up strays and you were no exception to that rule. The moment he announced that he had found someone held prisoner by HYDRA, she was immediately put on guard. For all she knew, you could have been a sleeper agent or spy. No, Clint wasnt incompetent. He would never have brought you back to the compound if he had even the slightest inkling you would double cross them.

But Natasha didn't trust easily, so what better way to learn your motives than to get inside your head? She was waiting for you both when you arrived. Not that you noticed, the moment the bay door to the quinjet dropped, so did your jaw. You were completely starstruck standing in the hangar. “I'm actually at the avengers compound.” You said, mystified. Never in your life did you expect something like this to ever happen.

Clint chuckled, slapping you on the back, “Come on, we’ve got people to meet.” His comment pulled you from your stupor and drew your attention to the two people waiting for you both. You grinned and followed Clint off the quinjet. This was really happening. You might actually become an avenger. “Only you two?” Clint asked as he approached Natasha and Steve.

“Came to see your new stray.” Natasha teased, giving a playful glance to you. She was far more beautiful than any of the news coverage of her managed to show you realized when you seen her. “Everyone else is away on missions.”

“I’m Y/N” You said, a goofy grin plastered onto your face. This was already better than being trapped at HYDRA.

“I’m Steve Rogers, and this, is Natasha Romanoff.” Steve greeted shaking your hand. Really the introduction wasn't necessary considering they were literally the Avengers. “Clint had said you were captured by HYDRA?” he questioned as Natasha watched you closely.

You nodded happily, “Yup!” Natasha couldn't help but notice the sparkle in your eye as you spoke, “ They kidnapped me and made me steal a bunch of stuff, mainly because I can do this.” You took a step forward only to vanish and appear on the other side of Clint. “I can't go very far though, only a few hundred meters. But it was useful to them so it's totally useful for you too right?” You looked at Steve with wide eyes that made Natasha hold back a chuckle.

“You didn't tell us they were enhanced,” Natasha said to Clint, who only shrugged in response. Typical.

You nod at her assessment, giving her a warm smile as she looked at you. You were starting to remind her of a golden retriever, happy and eager to please. “Clint said that I could maybe be of help to you guys. I might not be of much help in combat missions, but I got really good at snagging stuff during my time with HYDRA.”

Natasha carefully looked you up and down before softly biting her lip. “Oh, I’m sure you'll be useful to us somehow.”

You didn't seem to notice Natasha’s gaze but you beamed at her comment, bouncing slightly on your feet. “I promise I won't let you guys down!” Yea, exactly like a golden retriever.

Steve chuckled, noticing Natashas attempts, “Hey Clint, why don't you go help them find a place to settle.”

Clint nodded, “Sure thing.” he said before leading you to the living areas, leaving Steve and Natasha alone.

Steve waited until you were out of earshot before he spoke, “They seem pretty harmless Nat.”

Natasha shrugged, watching you leave the hangar, still unsure quite what to make of you. “Doesn't hurt to stay on your toes.”

Steve shook his head with a scoff, “I don't think you need to flirt with them to get them to say anything. They seem to be a pretty open book.” Natasha frowned, Steve was right, you were surprisingly open all things considered. She couldn't see any signs that you were being dishonest either. But that only served to make her slightly more wary. One thing was for sure. Subtlety was not the way to go for you.

Physical

Over the next few weeks you proved to be quite the ball of sunshine. Always quick to help, with a smile plastered on your face, you became quick friends with nearly all of the Avengers. Natasha, however, was finding herself frustrated. Steve was right, you were an open book, but over time she couldn't help but to feel like you were keeping something from her specifically. It had become her goal to figure out what the hell it was.

Unfortunately, you were probably the only one on the planet that was denser than Clint. Every attempt she made to weasel your secret from you failed. Which only served to frustrate her further. At this point she was starting to flirt with you out of spite, just to see if anything would work on you. Something had to work.

She was reading, trying her hardest to push you out of her mind when you came bounding into the common room with your signature grin. Even she couldn't deny having a soft spot for you when you smiled like that. “Hey Nat.” You said, and she looked up from her book. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

“It depends,” She said closing her book, “What do you need?”

You shifted on your feet slightly, causing Natasha to raise an eyebrow. You were rarely ever nervous like this. “Well, I was watching you fight the other day. Spar, actually, with Bucky. And I seen how you totally kicked his ass. Which was amazing by the way, I mean, the dude has a freakin robo arm and the who super soldier thing. And you just-”

“Y/N.” She interrupted your rambling, “What did you want to ask me?”

You took a deep breath. “Iwantedtoaskyoutoteachmehowtofight.”

If Natasha’s eyebrow wasn't already raised, she would have raised it again. “You're going to have to say that in english. Or russian. Or any language I understand really.”

You bit your lip, Natasha wasn't scary. She was nice. She was probably the nicest person at the compound actually from what you had seen. There was no reason to be this nervous. “Could you, maybe, teach me to fight?”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “I, I wanted to try to be more useful than just teleporting away any time there's danger and leaving it for you guys to handle.” And there was your, quite frankly, insane desire to help.

Natasha couldn't help but smile, you were endearing when you wanted to be, whether you realized it or not. “Okay. I’ll meet you in the training room in ten.”

To say you were pumped would be an understatement. You were bouncing on your feet, shadow boxing as Natasha set up a punching bag. She shook her head when she saw you, giving you the warm smile that made your heart flutter since day one. “Your form is all wrong, come here.” She said, motioning to the punching bag.

You followed her instruction as she stood behind you, almost distractingly close. Her hands brushed yours as she corrected your stance; she moved your leg into place with her own. You pushed your feelings deep in your head, you weren't going to get distracted and waste her time by not learning what she was teaching. “Standing like this helps keep your balance. Now, when you throw a punch, you want to move your weight like this.” As she explained, she grabbed your wrist and pushed it forward, allowing you to take note of the movement. “Got it?”

You nodded, muscles tensed and ready to try. “Got it.”

She stepped away from you, allowing you space to practice. “Give it a shot.” You threw three quick jabs at the punching bag, careful to keep in form. You might be dense when it came to flirting, but you were a surprisingly fast learner. As frustrated as she was that being so close to her seemed to do nothing to you, seeing you learn so quickly and enthusiastically more than made up for it.

Sincere

You had been with the Avengers for months now, and with Natasha’s help, managed to make yourself an invaluable part of the team. At the same time, Natasha had gone from cautious and wary to proud. She waited for you after every mission, just to see that big dumb grin on your face. She had even gotten used to your honesty, it was a quality that she wasn't exactly used to given her history, but she valued it. Before she knew it, she had truly begun to care for you. Although, at this point, she had long since given up trying to flirt with you. She had accepted you just simply weren't interested.

It was another one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, and he expected all of the avengers to be there, including you, much to your dismay. When Natasha found you sulking, actually sulking, in a corner of the party near the bar she was ready to kill someone. It wasn’t like you to not be energetic. It wasn't like you not to smile. She immediately made a beeline to you to get to the bottom of this problem.

“Not having fun?” She questioned, sitting down next to you at the bar.

You looked at her sheepishly, “No, not really. I’m not really much of a fan of parties.”

Natasha frowned. So it was Tony’s ass she had to kick. “With how energetic you normally are, I would have thought parties would be your natural environment.”

You sighed. “I, uh, the last time I was at a party, HYDRA was there too. They slipped something into my drink and next thing I knew I was in that base that Clint broke me out of.” For all your honesty and openness, you had always been vague about how HYDRA managed to capture you. Not out of a desire to deceive, but more because of how much it embarrassed you. “Parties put me a little on edge now.”

Natasha’s gaze softened, yeah, she was going to kick Tony’s ass, but your comfort was more important. “You don't have to be here if you don't want to be, don't listen to what Tony says.”

You smiled at her, but shook your head. “I’m okay. It's not so bad now that you're here.” You admitted. “I just. Just cant help but to feel stupid about this.”

Natasha touched your arm gently. “Y/N you are probably one of the smartest people I know. Its naturally to be wary. You arent stupid for it. Tony’s the asshole that wanted us all here in the first place. And even he would understand you not wanting to be here.”

You heart fluttered at her comment, but you pushed it aside. She was trying to make you feel better. “You know Natasha, you are honestly the nicest Avenger out of all of us. I have to say I-” You paused, words caught in your throat. Biting your lip you continued, “I think you're my best friend.” It wasn't a lie. Truly it wasn't, but it wasn't the truth either, and Natasha could feel it. An odd mix of emotions washed through her, but poker faced as ever, she smiled and nodded.

“I’m glad.” She said strategically, the same feeling of you keeping something from her arose, and she couldn’t shake it. “I’m grateful you can feel that way.”

You nodded, before standing abruptly. “That said. I, I think I’m going to escape this party now. If Tony asks, can you let him know?”

She furrowed her brow, “Yeah, of course. Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Just, like I said. I don't like parties, and my anxiety is already high enough as it is.” You explained before leaving. “G’night Nat.”

“Good night.” She nodded as she watched you leave. She sat there contemplating your out of character actions, unsure of exactly what to make of them. For someone so honest and open, you were extremely hard to read as a result, given that there was usually nothing to read. Through the rest of the night, thoughts of you flooded through her mind, distracting her from the party.

Blunt

The knocking at Natasha’s door came at 8 am sharp, rousing her from her sleep. She groaned, if this was Clint again waking her up to tell her about some trick shot he just managed, she was going to kill him. If the world wasnt literally on fire, she was going to murder anyone who was behind that door. She already was not a morning person, but she had barely gotten any sleep after Tony’s party. She flung her door open with a grumpy “What?” Before she seen who was standing before her.

You froze, eyes wide. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You really didn't want to upset her, But it was important. You took a deep breath before forcing yourself to speak. “I’m really sorry about waking you up. It's just I was talking to Clint and he kinda got fed up and said if I don't tell you then he would. And I really don't want you to hear it from him. It would be mortifying. I mean really he means well but what if the way he says it makes you hate me and-”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Natasha interrupted. “What do you need to tell me?”

You closed your eyes as tight as you could before answering. “I like you. I really really like you. Not just as that stupid best friend comment I said last night. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for months now, but I kept chickening out because, well, your you and I’m… me.” You sighed out the last word, scratching the back of your head. Tentatively, you looked up at her, leaning against her door frame, a surprised smile on her lips. “I’m sorry for waking you up its just-”

“I’m picking you up at 8 pm. Wear something nice.”

Your jaw dropped at her words. “Wait what?”

“8 pm, that's our date.” She said before you flung your arms around her neck in a tight hug. She froze at your touch, before laughing softly. If you had a tail she swore you would have been wagging it. “Down, Y/N, I want to get some more sleep.”

You took a step back from her, “Right, sorry. I’ll see you at 8!” You grinned, before disappearing from in front of her. Natasha shook her head, closing her door. Maybe her flirting worked after all, you did just tell her what you were hiding. She laid back down on her bed smiling. Today was going to be a good day.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers request

144 notes · View notes

sirius · 5 years

Text

Chaos Theory Part 12

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader

Warnings: Explicit mention of drug abuse, making out (?), horror themes, swearing

Word Count: 5600

A/N: Wow. I really can’t believe I posted this so quickly. I had it done in less than one day and now it’s ready for you and I’ve already started writing the next chapter for Young gods and holy shit wowowow. Thank the new meds. Now, this is starting to get dark my dudes I’m warning you now it may get a lil creepy. well, creepy to me anyway and i'm a dumb bitch so it might not be as creepy as it is in my head but anyway. just a warning. TW: Drug abuse and make out sesh but nothing explicit. The main one here would be the drug use bit. I don't endorse drug abuse AT ALL, but I do sympathise with drug addicts or addicts in general.

****

Chapter 12:

Draco Malfoy has a staring problem.

You can feel his prickly ice-blue eyes pinned on you, stalking you with a borderline dangerous gaze that screams ‘see me’ in what is simultaneously a shattering roar and a shivering whisper. On its own, it rankles unnervingly, obnoxiously, like everything else he does. But you don’t let it grate you, because it’s Malfoy, and knowing him, he’s probably planning all the ways he can kill you with a plastic fork.

Right now, you don’t want to think about Malfoy or his penetrative stare or what it means. And you don’t, because Cedric Diggory is the only thing you see, the only thing you want to see, the only thing you need to see.

His cheeks are flushed a soft, pink hue and his smile lights up the sun, radiant, warm, a benevolent curve of his lips. His eyes remain fixed on you, they have been for the entire night, and they’re bright, shimmering, dazzling. You could get drunk off the cerulean rivers in his eyes.

The Weird Sisters finish their fifth song of the evening, and you and Cedric break apart for the first time since hitting the dance floor, panting and grinning.

“I’ll go get some drinks,” Cedric winks, planting a tender kiss to your cheek.

Sighing happily, you practically float across the floor to the fringes of the dance floor, grinning goofily as you wait for Cedric to bring you your drink.

Aside from Draco’s sleazy, lingering eyes, you’ve actually had a wonderful night. Dinner was delicious and enjoyable; The champions and their dates sat at a large, round table and you were seated between Cedric and Hermione and opposite Harry. You, Hermione, Cedric and Victor had a very intriguing conversation about the differences between Hogwarts and Durmstrang. The best part of the conversation, though, had been when Cedric casually draped an arm across the back of your seat and shuffled closer.

“Arden,” a cold voice drawls from behind you, breaking through your thoughts with all the brute strength of a sledgehammer.

Anger sears the cushion of your veins, not unlike sunburn, as you bite the inside of your cheek and turn, immediately regretting it.

Malfoy is standing just behind you, eyes still staring hungrily at you, through you, like the sharp tip of a hot poker piercing through your muscle and skin.

“You do know it’s rude to stare,” you snap, scathingly, “I could feel your eyes on me all night. It’s creepy and you should stop.”

Draco’s nostrils flare.

“Contrary to what your tiny, self-centred mind may believe, you are not the centre of the universe,” he barks, and then smooths down the front of his robes, grappling for his composure. Sighing through his nose, he straightens, “I wasn’t staring at you.”

You roll your eyes, already wishing this conversation was over, wishing it never began.

“Whatever you have to say, just hurry up and say it,” you snip, trying to compose yourself.

Draco fixes his emerald green tie, squaring his shoulders, “I just wanted to say that – that you look...tolerable... I mean, I barely find you tolerable in the first place but-but what I’m saying is-you’re not a – a complete eyesore...tonight.”

Momentarily speechless, all you can do is glare at Draco as he splutters awkwardly through an attempt at a compliment, not quite meeting your eyes. You dig sharp nails into the fabric of your dress when you realise he’s finished and work your jaw.

“You marched all the way over here and wasted three minutes of our lives to give me a back-handed compliment?”

Draco pauses, expression neutral, “Yes.”

“Wow,” you scoff, harsh and venomous and stinging the back of your throat, “You really are the most arrogant, narcissistic asshole I have ever met.”

With a final, nasty glare, you spin around on the sharp point of your heel and stomp away from him, already trying to squeeze the entire conversation into the furthermost corners of your memory, when he suddenly blurts your name, like he hadn’t mean’t to. You freeze as his footsteps click across the floor, approaching you quickly, and then his voice is in your ear.

“Your fathers here,” he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy on your shoulder, “He just arrived a few minutes ago.”

You work your jaw, crossing your arms over your chest, “Where is he?”

“Just outside, in the Entrance Hall.”

Unfolding your arms, you begin to stalk away from Malfoy before some invisible force forces you to stop.

“Thanks,” you mutter over your shoulder and, without turning to see his reaction, you leave him behind, his breath still ghosting across your skin.

Well, that was odd.

You mutter soft apologies as you pass loitering students, heading toward the Entrance Hall. But before you can even reach them, your father strides past the threshold, eyes wandering around the Great Hall in a mingled sense of regret and reminisce. His gaze finally falls on you and his expression shifts to one of awe and pride and a sharp dash of a grin slices across his lips at the sight of you.

“(Y/N),” he greets and a small smile tugs playfully at the corners of your lips, “Wow...You look exactly like your mother...Beautiful.”

You grin, “What are you doing here?”

Your father brandishes a large piece of parchment and his legendary, eagle-feather quill. You give an understanding ‘ah’ and nod.

“Work never sleeps,” he explains, flashing a grin, “And neither do I.”

“But why not send another journalist like Kaitlyn or Aaron?” You ask, curiously, “Why does the Editor and Chief of the Daily Prophet have to come to the Yule Ball?”

Your father’s eyes twinkle, “I wanted to see you.”

“(Y/N)?” You hear Cedric's voice somewhere behind you and turn, beaming at him.

Cedric holds two large mugs of butterbeer in his hands as he approaches, suddenly looking both nervous and intrigued. He hands one to you and offers the other to your father. You swallow your laughter, a teasing smile tickling your lips.

“Papa, this is Cedric,” you begin, gesturing to Cedric, “Cedric, this is my Papa, Adrien Arden.”

Your father's sharp eyes narrow shrewdly on Cedric, studying carefully, micro-managing and cataloguing mannerisms, judging and determining with all his carefully honed problem-solving skills. Unlike most men, however, Cedric doesn’t wither beneath the intimidating stare of your father. Instead, Cedric extends his hand, offering a firm handshake.

They shake hands, and - strangely - it doesn’t feel as awkward as you imagined this kind of thing would be.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Cedric smiles politely, and your father arches a brow, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope?” Your father retorts.

“Of course,” Cedric says, smoothly, “They’re the only things I care about.”

“Good answer,” your father commends, flashing his signature smirk, “I see my daughters chosen well.”

Your cheeks feel hot and itchy as a blush prickles beneath your skin, “Papa...”

“I’m just saying,” your father chortles, “I’m a pretty good judge of character and I can tell Cedric is...one of the good ones.”

“You flatter me,” Cedric grins, bashfully.

“It wasn’t a compliment,” your father remarks, eyes glinting like he’s enjoying this verbal spar with a boy who is unfamiliar with his ways, “Just an honest observation.”

As Cedric and your father continue their conversation, you spot Hermione, Ron and Harry at a nearby table and excuse yourself, a skip in your step as you approach them.

“Don’t call him Vicky!” Hermione snaps, shrilly, springing from her seat and storming off, just as you arrive.

You shoot Ron a cold glare and Ron gives a derisive scoff that sears the back of his throat.

“What did you say?” You ask, slowly, and Ron folds his arms across his chest mulishly.

“You’re no better than she is,” Ron snarls, viciously, “Running off with Cedric Diggory and siding with the competition.”

You bunch your fingers up into white-knuckled fists at your side, nails digging into your palms.

“I can’t believe you, Ronald,” you growl, “You should know better than anyone that neither of us would betray Harry like that! You’re being just as petty as Malfoy right now and that’s saying something!”

With that, you wheel around and follow Hermione, blood boiling. You really can’t believe Ron right now. Whatever it was that had wiggled beneath his skin did not have to be reflected on you and Hermione, and you were certainly not going to let it ruin such a beautiful evening.

Cedric's eyes follow you as you pass him, lingering longingly on your back as you exit the Great Hall, scanning the Entrance Hall. Lovestruck couples tuck themselves against the corners of the Hall, coated in shadows as they giggle and kiss. You cringe, pacing past them and entering the courtyard.

“Hermione?” You call out, voice slicing through the still, cold air.

“She went that way,” an apathetic, masculine voice utters.

You nibble on your bottom lip, recognising the voice immediately as you turn to face him and glance in the direction he’s pointing in.

“Thanks, Noah,” you flash an awkward, appreciative smile, “Why aren’t you at the Ball?”

“You really asking me that question, Arden?” Noah scoffs, black eyes glinting in the darkness. His thumb slides across the battery pack of his camera as he leans casually against the wall. Beside him, a large raven cocks her head at you, scrutinising you with a dark, beady gaze.

You raise your chin, straightening your spine, “It’s a reasonable question.”

Noah gives another indignant scoff, “Look at me, Arden. Do I look like the type of person to go to the wizard equivalent of a school dance?”

You sweep an appraising look over Noah’s tall, thin frame. He’s still wearing his oversized Aviators jacket over the top of his black v-neck and the same pair of ripped, black jeans. His signature black beanie is pulled snugly over the black curls of his thick hair, making you wonder if he had been born wearing it.

“You might surprise yourself,” you say, finally, shuddering against a cool burst of winter air.

Noah barks a sharp, mirthless laugh, “Nothing can surprise me anymore, Arden.”

You huff a disbelieving laugh, “Alright, well, don’t let me interrupt your little ‘I’m-too-aesthetically-punk-for-fun’ act.”

Noah pushes himself off the wall and his bird squawks a complaint.

“Sorry, Nyx,” He murmurs, fishing a small piece of bread from his pocket and popping it into her beak. She swallows it appreciatively.

“So, this is your pet bird,” you jut your chin at his Raven, whose head swivels around to you at the sound of your voice as though you had rudely interrupted something very important.

“Yeah,” Noah snips, shortly, “I found her when she was a chick. Her mother pushed her out of the nest and left her to die. I took her in and she’s been loyal to me ever since.”

You approach her gingerly, “You named her Nyx, right? After the Greek goddess of the night?”

Noah gives you that almost-sideways glance, the one that is as intriguing as it is unnerving, “She named herself, (Y/N).”

You frown at Noah, confused by how a bird could name herself, but decide against commenting on it.

“She’s pretty protective,” you smirk, thinking back to the glorious moment she attacked Malfoy, “You should have seen the way she clawed Malfoy’s face when he touched your book bag.”

Noah’s smirk flickers across his lips, “I did.”

“What?” You blurt, your brows furrowed in confusion, “But you weren’t there?”

“I was,” Noah grins, eyes glittering, “You just couldn’t see me.”

You give him a questioning look and Noah sighs, “Malfoy’s been stalking me for months, asking questions and shoving me around a little, going through my things, doing whatever it is that Malfoy does to make up for his general lack of competence...”

(You snort a laugh at that, grinning as you imagine Ron and Harry’s reaction to Noah’s snide remark)

“...So I used a little trick on him to throw him off the tracks, mess around with him for a bit. I never expected Nyx to attack him, though.”

Nyx gives a shrill warble and Noah strokes her feathers. You reach out to mimic him but Noah grips your hand and shakes his head.

“Oh,” you gasp, shocked by the sudden warmth of Noah’s hand.

“She doesn’t like anyone but me patting her,” he warns, eyes like silky pools of black ink.

“Okay,” you breathe, faintly, “You can let go of my hand now.”

Noah quickly releases your hand and your fingers instinctively reach for your bracelet, fiddling with Harry’s pendant. Clearing your throat, you iron the front of your dress with your palms.

“I’d better go find Hermione,” you say, quickly, “Make sure she’s okay. Ron has a way of upsetting her.”

Noah nods, not meeting your eyes as he speaks in a soft whisper, a gentle breath nearly lost to the winter breeze.

“Well, we all have things that find a way to get under our skin.”

Deciding not to answer him, you give a wordless nod and leave, shaking off the strange feeling Noah’s words had given you.

We all have things that find a way to get under our skin

What a strange thing to say, you muse, brows creased in thought, but you decide not to dive head first into the psychological workings of Noah Underwood’s paradoxical mind. You could spend a lifetime trying to figure him out and realise by the end of it that you haven’t learnt anything about him.

Instead, you shrug your outer cloak around your shoulders, blocking out the cold as you mince through the courtyard, ignoring the eerie feeling in your gut. After five minutes of brisk pacing, you finally find Hermione, sitting on the steps overlooking the snow-capped grounds and Hagrid’s Hut.

Your heels snap out a sharp staccato as you approach her, slowly, hesitantly, unsure if she’s ready to talk.

“Hermione?” You ask, softly, and Hermione sniffs, glancing at you over her shoulder.

“Hey,” She croaks, voice raspy and sad.

“Hey,” you parrot back, tucking your dress beneath you as you take a seat beside her, “Feeling better?”

Hermione shrugs, “I guess. I’m just so sick of Ron trying to ruin everything I try to do.”

You rest a warm hand on hers as you gaze out onto the landscape, taking in the moonlit scenery.

“He doesn’t actively try to ruin it,” you murmur after a brief pause, “He’s just got a bad temper, especially when he’s jealous.”

Hermione sighs, “Well he wouldn’t be if he had just...asked me.”

You hum in agreement, “I think the boys would be in a better spot if they just listened to us in the first place.”

“We should just ditch them and move into Hagrid’s Hut,” Hermione sniffles, thoughtfully.

You chortle, resting your head on Hermione’s shoulder and gently squeezing her hand, “Like we ditched Cedric and Victor?”

Hermione laughs, “Oh my gosh, we did ditch them, didn’t we?”

“They’ll live,” you murmur, nuzzling into your best friend. She giggles, resting her head on yours.

“I love being your best friend,” she says, the smile on her lips curving her words.

“Likewise,” you mutter in agreement, closing your eyes, “By the way, I saw Noah on the way here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We had our first conversation in - like - two months.”

“Huh,” Hermione says in slight surprise, “Well, I guess he didn’t find it necessary to talk to you, given that you called off the investigation.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, “Yeah. I guess...”

A contented silence lapses between the two of you as you sit on the stone steps, listening to the distant thump of music and chatter. Just ahead of you, you spot several figures ambling around in the snow, chasing each other and laughing jovially.

“Is that Luke?” Hermione asks, frowning as she squints at the closest figure, who has a lazy arm slung across a smaller figure.

As though hearing Hermione, the figure nearby whirls around and you realise that it is, in fact, Luke.

“Oh, hey guys!” He waves buoyantly as he steers a giggling Fleur toward the two of you, voice booming across the grounds. Fleur bursts into a fit of hysterical laughter when Luke trips, staggering comically.

“What the-?” You begin as Luke and Fleur come to a stop just in front of you, “Luke, are you drunk?”

“He’s more zan just drunk,” says a husky voice from somewhere beside you.

Kaz Volkov emerges from the thick shadows, moonlight combing through his dirty-blond hair and bouncing off his steel-cold eyes, pale and lean and sharp and the same kind of beautiful that Tom Riddle had been once, a very long time ago.

Kaz is wearing no outer cloak or dress robes. Instead, he’s wearing a white dress shirt, tucked into black pants and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing the rippling veins of his forearms. The top three buttons are undone, teasing a glimpse at the chiselled chest beneath it. The black waistcoat buttoned up over the top of it restores a businesslike look to him. You briefly wonder how he isn’t cold, but realise that maybe he’s enjoying it.

“Pay attention to his eyes,” Kaz drawls, stepping closer to you in one long-legged stride.

You spring to your feet, taking a surreptitious step away from him, trying not to let on the fact that Kazimir Volkov is casually wrecking just about every last iron clad, Gryffindor-worthy nerve in your being.

“He’s high,” Hermione states, and you drag your gaze away from Kaz and back to Luke, who is now spilling lazy kisses along Fleur’s neck, down to her collarbone. She gives a throaty moan and tugs him closer.

Kaz clicks his tongue, “Higher zan Mt Olympus itself.”

You frown, biting down hard on the tip of your tongue, “Luke!”

Luke reluctantly tears himself away from Fleur and sighs, staring at you.

That’s when you see it.

The look you had seen earlier, the one that had made his pupils look like inky pools of obsidian, has now leaked into the white of his eyes, coating his eyes completely in a shade of ominous, otherworldly, paranormal black. Small flecks of gold and silver float within the depths of those terrifyingly black eyes, and you realise with a sudden shock why it looks so familiar.

“Nyx’s blood,” you hear yourself murmur, “S-Snape said it was an illegal narcotic,” you turn to Kaz, shooting him an accusing glare, “You gave it to him. I saw you!”

Kaz chortles huskily, “Zere’s nothing wrong vith supplying people vith medicine zey need.”

“But it’s not medicine, is it?” Hermione snaps, hotly, “It’s drugs, and it’s illegal.”

Kaz scoffs condescendingly, “Luke vas in pain, I gave him something to help, and now he’s happy.”

“What do you mean he was ‘in pain’?” You ask, glancing at Luke in concern. Luke’s gone back to kissing Fleur, his arms hooked around her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck. Your heart sinks horribly, stomach curling in on itself.

“You have no idea, do you?” Kaz says, his voice rippling with a fleeting hint of wonder and disdain, “What Luke has been through, what Luke is going through?”

You blink rapidly, swallowing your discomfort, trying not to fidget with your bracelet too obviously, “You don’t have to tell me what Luke has been through, I know what he’s gone through.”

“Vell, zen, you should understand,” Kaz points out, “More zan anyone-”

A soft thump cuts Kaz off and you swivel around to where Luke has Fleur pinned against the wall. You and Hermione exchange a grimace. Kaz chortles amused.

“One of perks of Nyx’s blood is zat it tricks brain into releasing double the amount of oxytocin and endorphins,” Kaz explains, eyes glittering “Meaning your orgasms are guaranteed to be stronger, longer, better, regardless of how experienced your partner is.”

He takes a deliberate step forward, “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you (Y/N)? You’re still a virgin, I can tell. And I like virgins. They’re like sugar cubes; sweet and pure until they dissolve into a sugary mess on my tongue.”

A disgusted noise issues from the back of Hermione's throat as your expression twists into a cringe. You step back from him, bumping into Hermione. Kaz laughs.

“It’s just for tonight,” Kaz says in low laugh, “He’s not addicted. Just searching for something to heighten entire experience. I’m taking kare of zem all, making sure zey don’t get up to too much trouble. See, zey make you feel invincible. Zey make you feel like young gods.”

“-Woah,” you hear Luke mutter and you turn just as he stumbles backwards. And then, you witness one of the strangest, most terrifying things you’ve ever seen.

Long, thick strands of molasses-like tears stream down Luke’s face as he stares at something ahead of him, rolling down his cheeks, over his jaw, down his neck, staining his skin black. You gasp, throwing a panicked look at Kaz, who raises a reassuring hand.

“What’s happening?” Hermione asks, shrilly.

“He’s peaking,” Kaz explains, casually, “It’s just body’s response to drug. Ze black tears vill stop vithin few minutes, but he’ll ride high for the rest of the night, possibly into next morning.”

Fleur sighs, her cheeks stained with black as she begins her peak. You realise that Luke must have done this last night, which was why he was so...happy...this morning.

You point a razor-sharp glare at Kaz, ignoring Luke and Fleur’s soft moans of ecstasy.

“Listen, Kazimir,” you growl, storming forward and mustering every ounce of courage you can find, “You make sure you look after my brother. And don’t you dare let him poison himself again. If Luke needs help, he should be getting it from somewhere else, not from you and your little potions kit.”

Kaz scoffs, the sound harsh and metallic and clanging uncomfortably in your ear. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Cedric's voice, who calls out to you from some distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Kaz narrows his eyes, his gaze lethal, and then he takes another gracefully decisive step forward, neatly eliminating the entirety of the space you had tried to reclaim as your own.

“You’d better rrun off to your little boyfriend now, krasotka. He might get wrong idea.”

Hermione tugs lightly on your sleeve, a silent warning, a secret code tapped out into a rhythm you’ve come to learn well.

Without another word, you let Hermione steer you away from Kaz, who smirks lazily at you as you leave. It curls around his lips like a smoke signal, sparking a confusing miscellany of contempt and curiosity and heat in the pit of your stomach because Kaz Volkov is bad news but there’s an element to him that doesn’t necessarily make him evil, just misunderstood.

Or maybe you’re giving him the benefit of the doubt, which you usually do, generously, sometimes to people who don’t deserve it.

And you’re not quite sure if Kazimir Volkov deserves it.

***

“I think my brothers becoming addicted to drugs.”

Cedric doesn’t say anything at first, aside from a blank, slightly disbelieving stare. You don’t expect him too; it’s deeply personal and everyone’s image of Lukas Arden is quite different to the one you’d just witnessed. But he still places one gentle, warm hand on the small of your back while the other one grips the balcony of the Astronomy tower, the place you find yourself standing in while you process everything you’ve just seen.

“How do you know he’ll become addicted?” Cedric finally asks, softly.

“It’s Nyx’s blood,” you answer, simply, “Nyx’s blood is highly addictive.”

“Only to those who let it,” Cedric remarks, sagely, “You know, addiction is something a person is born with. People are more liable to addiction than others, which is why it’s harder for some to give up certain habits. But your brother? He’s stronger than that. Tonight, he’s looking for some kicks. Tomorrow, he’ll go back to being one of the brightest kids in school.”

You gaze up at Cedric, the worry slowly leaking out of you, as though he had punctured some sort of the bubble sitting uncomfortably in your lower belly and liquid anxiety is cascading down your legs.

“You’re right,” you finally sigh, rubbing your bracelet nervously, “You’re absolutely right. Luke is-he’s smarter than that.”

Cedric rubs soothing patterns into your back, kneading them into your spine. Your whole body relaxes under his ministrations, knots of worry being stretched out wafer-thin. But your mind still churns, spirals, spins. What if drugs become his crutch to carry him through whatever feelings he’s burdened with? Why didn’t he just tell you? Why didn’t he come to you?

As though reading your thoughts, Cedric gently taps your lower back with his thumb.

“But...?” He prompts, eyes gentle and patient and you release another heavy sigh.

“But Luke is...” you trail off, trying to find the right words as though they were written in the stars above you.

“You don’t have to tell me about it,” Cedric soothes but you shake your head, frowning.

“No, I want to,” you say, and Cedric flashes you a small smile. Trying not to get distracted by it, you continue, “See Luke he-he’s had it particularly rough. He watched our mum die and it’s...its traumatised him. And then he had to raise me on his own while he was still a kid because dad just...just abandoned us and that’s something that Luke shouldn’t have had to do. He should have been allowed to grieve and move on like I did because I had the chance too. But Luke...he shoved it down somewhere deep inside of him and every time I try to pry it open he shuts me out.”

Cedric nods, expression thoughtful, “He’s still trying to protect you.”

Your fingers tighten on a bead on your bracelet and you swallow, “After all this time, he still insists on protecting me from-from something. I’m not sure what it is, but he refuses to see that he doesn’t have to carry this burden on his own anymore. That the only way he’ll feel better is if he heals.”

Cedric folds an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to his side. You sigh, feeling the warmth hum beneath his clothes and caress your skin comfortingly.

“I’m just so scared,” you whisper, voice cracking beneath the weight of your fear, “I can’t lose him, not like I lost mum. If he continues down this road, I’ll have no one. Dad will just work even more and I’ll be completely alone.”

Cedric pulls away, just a little, to raise your chin with his long, elegant fingers so he can level his gaze with yours and hold it with warm benevolence.

“You’re not alone,” he murmurs, softly, “You’ll never be alone. I’ll be with you, always...” he pauses, hesitates, hedges, “...as-as your boyfriend...if you’ll have me...”

Your fears seem to wash away at Cedrics mumbled offer, so gentle, so sweet, so unassuming that it makes your heart swell until it pressed up against the firm wall of your chest.

And then he’s trailing a hand down your cheek and your shuddering, a dark, syrupy warmth pooling in your lower belly from Cedric’s furnace-hot touch and the icy cold sensation clashing together and his pupils are thick molasses, dilated and drinking you in like honey-warm butter beer.

Without even thinking about it, you’re arching up onto the tips of your toes and he’s leaning forward, bending down, closing the distance between the two of you and it’s like magic when your lips brush against each other once, twice, thrice, testing and tasting, electricity sparking beneath the delicate skin of your lips, and then his arm is winding around your waist, and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and he’s pulling you flush against him and he’s capturing your lips with his own in a warm, delicious embrace and you’re slipping, sliding, sinking into the soft cushion of his lips.

And it’s...

Beautiful.

Angelic.

Exquisite.

It’s everything a first kiss should be.

Cedric tastes like nectar and sunlight and he smells of ink and aftershave and the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, the parts you’ve always secretly liked, especially after it rains and his hair is silky and thick in your hands, like chocolate melting between the gaps in your fingers, and you’re jelly in his arms, in his grip, as his lips move quickly against yours, dancing to a rhythm you’re not familiar with but excited by nonetheless.

And, suddenly, he’s pushing you up against the wall, and his hands are roaming up and down your body, taking in the curves and edges, and theres a growl stuck at the back of his throat, rumbling against your lips like thunder and it’s desperate and hungry and hot, hot like a blade of lightning, hot like molten lava, hot like an exploding star and you’re moaning out of sheer want, out of sheer desire, yearning, diving head first into the pool of rich, luxurious heat puttering deliciously in your lower belly, responding to every gentle caress and every searing touch and it’s disarming and it’s empowering and it’s shattering and, and-

And then Cedric pulls away, and you’re gasping for air, and then you’re moaning because his lips are on you again, except they’re glued to the nape of your neck, tongue laving across the delicate skin and your head spins and you’re spluttering on something between a moan and a mewl and Cedric is so raw, so explicit like this, so unguarded yet so gentle in your arms, prepared to stop if you uttered the word, generous with his love but careful not to tear through any boundaries.

And then, he kisses you again, and the world that’s always spinning, that’s always buzzing, that’s always shrieking, goes quiet.

And you-

You melt.

Even when Cedric pulls away with gentlemanlike charm, saying that he’s not about to pressure you, saying that he never will, and then you pull him back into a kiss, you still melt.

You melt when you finally decide to break apart and return to the Yule Ball with his hand sitting comfortably on the small of your back, you melt when you stand side-by-side and chat with his friends and your friends and you melt when you drag him onto the dance floor and dance the night away.

You melt, like Cedric is the spring to your winter.

You melt.

***

You wake up with a gasp, surging upright, gripping the sheets and panting, gulping down mouthfuls of air.

There’s no movement, no stirring, no whispered ‘are you alright?’ from Hermione’s bed, mostly because the state of exhaustion last nights festivities had left you all in was strong enough to knock you into a coma. Still, you wake up earlier than usual, greyish-blue light swirling in from the window.

Your nightmare had been so vivid, so real, so strange. You had seen a boy, handsome and young, lying dead in the your father’s study, a black snake sliding out from his blue lips and curling into a circle, eating itself. You’d tried to back away but bumped into a hard chest, and upon whirling around, you found Luke crying black tears, pale and gaunt, flesh peeling off his bones until all that was left of him was a skull, still leaking black from his eye sockets where his eyes - so youthful and mischievous and carefree - had once been.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead anxiously. Concluding such a wonderful night in a nightmare was something so typical of your anxiety, something so predictable, yet you still hadn’t seen it coming.

Pushing back your bed covers, you sheepishly pad toward the bathroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you attempt to wash the remainders of your nightmare away.

Bending down over the sink, you run the faucet and splash water to your face, humming a Weird Sisters song, smiling at the memory of Cedric and his soft, delicate lips nestled comfortably in your mind. Last night was like a daydream, one you had entertained over the summer, like so many before.

Your daydream had come true, and now, there was nothing stopping you. You didn’t need Nyx’s blood to be on a high, to feel like a young god.

Switching off the tap absentmindedly, you wipe your face dry with a towel, setting it back on the hook with a small smile and with a careless glance, you check your reflection.

You stop, eyes widening, jaw slackening.

On the other side of the mirror, a nine-foot tall shadow monster stands, staring back at you, grinning with a mouth that splits its entire face in half. Red blood stains it’s row of sharp, long fangs, somehow squeezed into the moon-crescent bend of its sycthe-like smirk. It has no eyes, just a long, oval face, attached to a thin neck and an elongated body with long limbs that seem to hand at its sides. In its back are several long, thin swords, plunged into the ridges of its spine like a pin cushion.

The monster raises long, thin, needle-like fingers and begins to carve something into the mirror, the sound grating in your ears like nails on a chalkboard. Through the paralysing cloudiness of your fear, you barely manage to make out what the monster has etched into the glass.

THE TRUTH WILL SET ME FREE

You scream.

***

@marauderskeeper @weaselby418 @acciorinn @hervench @depressed-octopods-art @steph-fowlie @lilulo-12 @randomfangirl117 @asofslytherin @seunlight @thebesteleganttrashyouseen @elsie2018 @polkadotfairyposts @hylianhighlander @dracosdoves @siriuswitches @bernadineisreborn @lousimusician @randomoutsiders @smolldork @danidomm @xrosegoldwolfx @ashkuuuu @sly-vixen-up2nogood @tchalland @lucifersnipnips @notorious-fiction @peppermintspecks @sleep-i-ness @reducto-bitch @who-said @mhftrs @whimsicalangels1234 @kneekoteen @steve-thotgers @qrangr @valiantlynervouschaos @klaudia-deer @bennie-badeend @gryffinclxw @fallern618 @alyenaaa @dammit-scamander @kararanae23 @myhopeisinfinite @blaised-zabini @poppykoke @swansong321 @expellimarvelous

244 notes · View notes

lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

Text

Shooting Stars part 1

Bakugou x reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

A/N: I went overboard with the text block thing again so I sadly have to split this up to two parts. I’m not a huge fan of Part 1 but part 2 is aight. Also sorry I haven’t been posting as much as usual. The old lady I work for is in a hospital in Brazil and I don’t speak Portuguese and Life is tough.

Your bare legs were laid over Jirou’s while the two of you were on one of the dorm couches watching some far too early holiday movie with Kaminari and Bakugou because there was nothing better on. Earlier that day you had watched Jirou, the boys, and a few others practice playing their instruments in her room. You don’t know why Jirou asked for you to watch but you were glad that you did! She didn’t think so but she was very talented.

You glanced up at her and her eyes slid over to yours. You thought to yourself that you should hang out with Jirou more often.

Something on her cheek caught your attention and you sat up, leaning closer to her face to inspect the small black fleck.

“Hmmm,” You said, reaching out to caress her cheek.

Pink was already dusting across her face. “...what?”

The tip of your index finger gingerly touched the fleck and it stuck to you. You brought it out in front of her and said “eyelash!”

“Oh,” she glanced at the long lash you were holding out to her and back to you. “I’m glad that didn’t get in my eye.”

You wiggled your finger in front of her face, “so now you can make a wish!”

She narrowed her eyes at you, not understanding.

You laughed, “you know... When you find a stray eyelash, you blow it away and make a wish on it! ...right?”

Bakugou, sitting on the floor, scoffed from below you. “That’s shooting stars, dumbass…”

Oof. It was your turn to blush. Bakugou was always so quick to shut down any cutesy things you had to say. It wasn’t that you cared so much about what other people said to you but you had some weird desire to be liked by Bakugou. That didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes and ruffling his hair with your free hand. “You can make wishes on a ton of things, hotshot! And lonely lashes are one of them,” ignoring Bakugou’s attempts to swat your hand away, you turned your attention back to Jirou. “Now, I’d blow it away myself but I’m not in the business of taking people’s wishes away.”

You prompted Jirou to close her eyes and she delicately blew on the tip of your finger, causing the eyelash to fly off and flutter down out of your sight. She grinned and you asked what she wished for.

Her blush deepened “If I tell you then it might not come true.”

“Awww that’s not fair!” You laughed, lightly pushing her shoulder. “Well now I want to make a wish! Mind checking me for any eyelashes?”

You straightened your posture and pulled your hair out of your face. Jirou placed her finger on your chin and tilted your head every which way. Her eyes found your lips and you grinned. “Anything?”

“Tragically, no,” her hands didn’t leave your chin and from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaminari gawking at the both of you.

You grabbed Jirou’s hands, pulling them away and shot Kaminari a look. “You know if ya keep staring, your eyes will fall out your head!”

Bakugou doubled up with you on him. “And if you don’t shut that damn mouth, flies will get in!”

Kaminari cast you a sheepish grin. “I wasn’t staring at anything!”

“Sure, sure.” You pushed off the couch with Jirou’s hand still in yours and excused yourself to the kitchen to make snacks.

From the kitchen you could hear Bakugou’s rumbling voice say, “the fuck were you even staring at anyways?”

“Dude…” Kaminari answered pointedly.

After a few minutes of you and Jirou dancing around each other, shoving food into one another’s mouths, you made some surprisingly good salsa concoction and the two of you returned to the living room to witness Kirishima enter through the second door.

“What are we watching?” He asked, hanging over the empty couch.

“L/N and Jirou teasing us by nearly kissing,” Kaminari snorted, not knowing that you had returned.

Bakugou promptly grabbed a pillow from the couch and shot it straight for Kaminari’s head, knocking him back to the floor. “Do you ever shut the hell up?!”

You stood next to Kirishima, rubbing his back to let him know you were there. “Nobody is teasing anybody,” you said, winking at the blushing Kirishima. You crawled over the head of the couch and sat, cross legged, at the spot you were on before, right above the fuming blonde. “But Bakugou doesn’t know how to wish on things.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance, “I just don’t wish on stupid things.”

“Uh-huh,” you dipped a chip into your creation and zoomed the snack over to Bakugou’s lips. “Try this, it’s terrible.”

“No.”

There was a slight twinge in your chest. Sure, it wasn’t a big deal but you weren’t all that used to rejection. Bakugou confused you. He was mean, loud, and aggressive and you shouldn’t have liked him but you did and you wanted him to like you back! Everyone else seemed friendly enough towards you, what was his deal? You constantly found his eyes fixated on you but when you would return his stare, he would scowl back or yell at you for something that didn’t matter. You figured only friends would sit around and watch shitty movies together but maybe he had nothing better to do…

“Alright,” you turned to Kirishima whose brows were narrowed on Bakugou. “It’s really not that bad. Will you try it, Kiri?”

After giving it a sniff, he wrinkled his nose at it but you gave him your best pout you could and after a couple seconds, he let you plop the chip in your mouth. His eyes began to shine. “It’s not that bad at all!”

A success! Triumphant, you turned back to the movie, sharing your food with Kirishima. After a few minutes you handed the bowl over to Jirou and without thinking about it, you wove your hands through Bakugou’s soft spiky hair.

He didn’t swat you away.

“I don’t think you need to worry about it. She’s like that with everyone!”

Oh? Your ears perked up when you heard Kirishima’s voice from inside the training room. You cracked the door open and felt the heat of a recent sparring match on the air.

“I’m not worried about anything! I just think it’s annoying!” Bakugou shot back to Kirishima, obviously flustered. Who were they talking about?

Through the crack of the door you could see Kirishima give Bakugou a knowing glance.

“Stop that!” Bakugou yelled. “I already told you, I don’t have a damn crush on-!” He tensed. Slowly his head turned towards the door. You walked in, trying not to be weird about it.

“Somebody needs to put a bell on you. You always like peeping in on people’s private conversations, pipsqueak?”

You smiled politely at the boys. “Sorry, I thought nobody would be in here! Gotta train, you know?” The boys stared back at you. Kirishima was smiling but Bakugou’s look was absolutely menacing. You obviously came at the wrong time. Oh well. “Anybody wanna spar?”

Kirishima brought his hand to the back of his neck. “I would but my ass just got handed to me by Bakugou,” he laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room.

You looked at Bakugou, extending your invitation to him, hoping he wouldn’t bite your head off.

“No.” TWINGE. Again your heart fell.

You forced yourself to smile but you were sure you looked just as pathetic as you felt. “M-maybe some other time, then,” shut up, shut up, shut up, “I still gotta get you back from our last match!”

You liked challenging Bakugou. He never went easy on you like you were sure the other guys in your class did. By fighting him, you could test and stretch your strength and your limits.

“Don’t hold your breath,” was all he said. He was so frustrating!!

Stay cool, Y/N. “Okay, I get it. You’re scared I might beat you.”

There was a different twinge but it wasn’t in your heart. It was on Bakugou’s face. It was contorted in a way where he was showing all his teeth, the scarlet of his eyes absolutely glowing with passion… or hatred. “Yeah, okay shitty girl, I’ll fight ya,” he growled through his teeth.

You couldn’t help but smile back. He wasn’t really smiling at you but this was the first sort of recognition he had showed you in days. You through your training bag on the floor. “Alright! It’s me and you, Hotshot!”

“You ready to die or what?”

With that, you sprinted towards him. Instantly his right hand was brought up and sparks started to ignite from his hand. You ducked under that and slid between his legs, hooking your hand on his left leg, causing him to sprawl over.

He rolled back to a standing position and sent a blast your way. Using your quirk, you teleported behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He has seen you do that before so he jabbed his elbow back but it was too slow. You teleported yourself on top of his shoulders.

“Hey maybe after I beat you, you can make a wish on a star or whatever to be strong enough to beat me!” You used your weight to topple over, pulling him by your legs to go down with you.

Before you hit the ground, Bakugou sent a blast at the floor, blowing the both of you into the air. He grabbed your leg and threw you off of him, sending another blast your way. You zapped yourself out of the air but landed on your feet wrong.

You lost your focus and Bakugou hand you instantly pinned to the ground, his knees on either side of your body, his hand threatening get you with the light of his gloves. The both of you were panting but you couldn’t help but notice Bakugou watching the rising and falling of your chest.

“That’s two to zero. I don’t need to make any wishes to beat you,” he breathed before standing back up. He offered you a hand up but your over confident ass zapped yourself up without hesitation. He beat you far too fast and you didn’t want to seem like you weren’t entirely wiped out.

“Just keep tellin’ yourself that, hotshot.”

Part 2

Tags for EVERYTHING (closed): @yandere-inamorata @miitaart @dessiedawnwritesfanfiction @wickedlewicked @chickennuggetsarequestionable @nevermorelanore @kpanime @ayeputita @captain-sin-allmight-queen @diisasterbii @iceformer @meganofmars @colagirl5 @colorbookshd @grimmjadeskye @sm0kingcrack @sarcastictextstuck @zellllyyyy @psionicsnow @mynahx3 @andie-in-tumblland @iamthe-leaf @midnightfeline666 @bungou-stray-alies-tales-of-aly -of-aly @rubyred-28 @kattariapenn @heypartypeps @quirktaker @thecryingsombra @smbody-stole-mycar-radio @ghost-of-todoroki @geektastic84 @personoffangirlingandtears @glixeo @rubycubix @mekakushi-dan-01-kido

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha reader insert #reader insert #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou scenario #katsuki bakugou x reader

239 notes · View notes