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hwangphoria · 10 months

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It’s time for a break. (Bangchan Oneshot)

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WARNING: this Oneshot contains She/Her Pronouns and has a high amount of angst and mentions of abuse. If you are not comfortable. Please do not proceed.

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Why in the world hasn’t he come home yet?

I checked my watch as I laid there watching the drama that I binged every night while chan was away at work… it was nearly 12 am.

He has been working late every single night and it’s absolute bullshit. The company fails to recognize that he is a human being. He deserves a break too, but he is constantly overworked to his limits.

The blood inside of me is almost boiling at the time I hear the beeping of the buttons from the keypad on the door, signaling Chan’s arrival as I got up from my spot on the couch and made my way over to the front door, my heart softening at the thought.

A smile had crept on my face as the joy had also crept in my heart after feeling so empty all day. As soon as I got there, Chan has already taken off his shoes, and locked the door behind him. His curly hair tousled from the long day of work, only making him look that much more attractive.

He soon turned to face you and the smile that had made its way on your face, soon faded as your heart dropped in your chest after you were met with his emotionless eyes.

Even after such a long day he was usually pretty happy to see me

“Baby what’s wrong…?”

I asked him softly, his eyes turning away from me, still as emotionless as before as he tan his hand through his hair and made his way past me into the living room. Without even saying a single word, my heart had shattered into a million pieces.

“I have dinner ready! I made your favorite Channie!”

I chimed as I followed him from a distance into our shared room, still not receiving a single word in return.

Why in the hell is he being like this? I mean I know work is hard sometimes but I can’t remember a single day in the past 3 years where it has ever been THIS bad. I’ve never seen him this way in my entire life.

“If you’re not hungry, that’s okay if you’d like I can run a bubbl-“

“Wont you just shut the fuck up, please? I’m tired and I want to sleep.”

He snapped, causing me to stop dead in my tracks as we had finally made it to our bedroom, before I could even process another thought my heart absolutely crumbles like a pile of dirt, a pain shooting through my chest already feeling the lump begin to form in my throat.

He paused as well, a few moments later turning around to face me, and the regret had already coated his face and filled his eyes, beginning to walk towards me to apologize, but I held my hand out for him to stop.

“Y/n-“

“No Chan. I’m… completely fine. I understand that you have had a long day… I just need a little bit of time for myself… and I think that you should too… I’m gonna go for a walk… and um…”

I paused in the middle of my sentence, trying to find the right words to say, but my mind struggled as I tried to focus on not breaking down and sobbing, a few moments later regaining my train of thought.

“I just need to think about things for a little bit okay? And… I’ll give you some time to unwind and give you time for yourself. Okay?”

I gave him a soft smile, which I had to admit was kind of forced, but I knew that he probably needed it. I let out a deep breath to contain my tears and turned around and headed back out of the room.

I need to hurry up and get out of here before I turn into the biggest crybaby the world has ever seen.

I quickly made my way to the front door, pulling my coat over my body to protect my air from Seoul’s brutal chilly wind, along with my slippers before heading out of the door, and eventually out of the building.

It’s going to be okay Y/N… you… just got to learn not be such a sensitive crybaby all of the time. He’s just tired…

Chan’s POV:

Oh my god…

Why in the hell did I just say that? Why didn’t I stop myself? I don’t even… mean that I’ve just been overly stressed and… my god.

I then turned around, coming face to face with the small, now fragile girl in front of me, my heart breaking in half as the regret automatically filled within me.

“Y/n-“

I began to walk towards her, but she held her hand out for me to stop, which I had obeyed, sitting there trying to find the right words to say.

As she spoke I could feel my heart eventually breaking into a million more pieces, wanting yo just run and hug her but I have to respect her wishes… and her personal space.

I watched them walk out of the room, walking into the door frame myself as I watched them leave the apartment from here, feeling my heavy heart sinking down into my chest.

I can’t believe I let my stress get the better of me… it took her so long to trust me this much, and I’m afraid I just ruined it all.

I know that may seem dramatic. But Y/N is a very fragile person who has had… so many people hurt them in the past, and I promise them I would never become one of those people.

But I think I just did.

Y/N’s POV:

I looked down at the time on my phone, thinking for a few minutes and finally deciding I’ve been out here long enough, taking a deep sigh and getting up, beginning to make my way back to the apartment.

It’s been about an hour… and I’ve thought about plenty of things…

Chan would never do anything to purposely hurt me, and I know that. I think he just needs a break from work, but I know the chances of his company letting him do that are low to none. Chan is also a workaholic, and I don’t want to be controlling and restrict him.

But for the sake of his mental health, I think it’s the right thing to recommend he ask for a short break.

As soon as I had seen the regret in his eyes, I knew that he hadn’t actually meant it. He’s a good guy, and he’s helped me through so much of the shit that other people have caused me from my past. I shouldn’t be asking for anything more.

I had then arrived at the apartment building, walking inside and making my way up and down the hall to our specific room, taking a deep breath within before clicking in the code and pushing the door open.

I slowly opened up the door, peeking around to see if Chan was anywhere near. After seeing that he wasn’t, I made my way inside, shutting the door quietly behind me, feeling to warms snake their way around my waist, causing me to jump just slightly.

There they are. The butterflies.

“Y/N.”

He buried his head into the crook of my neck, feeling his hot breath against my skin as he let out a shivering sigh. He had been crying.

He then loosened his arms and turned me around so that we were now face to face, my eyes automatically meeting the tears that filled his own, a frown subconsciously growing on my lips.

“Baby what’s wro-“

“The dinner that you made was so so so good. And I’m so sorry… you didn’t deserve any of that. Work… is just… I’m so fucking tired and I don’t know what to do. I need to be there but I really don’t feel like it…”

He was practically sobbing, shaking his head as he buried it back into my shoulder, the ache in my chest returning as I wrapped my arms around him, a deep sigh escaping my lips as all the tension left my body.

This boy just doesn’t know when he’s reached his limits… it happens to the best of us.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I’m okay. And I know that you didn’t mean it, but look at me please.”

He waited for a few moments, sniffling s bit begote he listed his head to look at me, a smile growing on my lips as his bloodshot eyes had met mine.

“You need to ask for a few days off. It won’t hurt them I promise. Your mental health is important. And they need to understand that. Okay honey?”

I spoke softly, cupping his cheek with my hands as I wiped his test stained cheeks with my thumbs, a nod coming from him in return, nodding back at him in response.

“So, you liked my food eh? I told you I had made your favorite.”

I side eyed him as a smirk grew on my lips, causing him to roll his eyes playfully and shake his head.

“Yes, it was very very yummy.”

He wiped his eyes from the rest of his tears, feeling another ache signal from my chest at the sight of him crying, taking ahold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“Where are we going baby?”

He questioned, following close behind me as we did. When we reached the bedroom, I placed him in front of the bed, sending a little smirk as I looked up at him before pushing him back onto the bed gently, his eyes widening.

“Oh?”

He smirked, raising his brow as he leaned back even more as I walked over to the bedside table shaking my head in disbelief as I pulled out the remote to the tv from the drawer.

“No, you dirty dog. We’re watching Nemo, so get your horny ass up so we can cuddle.”

He let out a sigh, causing a giggle to escape from mine as he shifted himself up into a higher spot on the bed, opening up his arms wide for me to climb in.

And I did exactly that, feeling all the tension leave my body.

finally back in the arms I belong in.

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seita · 4 years

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— size kink headcanons 2 [haikyuu!!]

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ, ᴇɪᴛᴀ, sʜɪʀᴀʙᴜ + sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ.

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-ˏ͛ shiratorizawaˏ͛-

— wakatoshi ushijima.

∴ hes a big guy so ∴ as expected.... ∴ lit biggest dick of the team. ∴ but he’s actually pretty fuckin clueless about it too ∴ he isn’t actively aware there’s such thing as a size kink ∴ so he doesn’t actually have the kink ∴ but u do. so. ∴ welcome to the life ushiwaka.

“y-you’re so big toshi...” you whined, hands on his shoulders.

“i know,” he breathed, holding your hips to support you.

half his cock was buried inside of you and the stretch was aching. you could feel him reaching places no one else ever had. letting out a breath, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you ground your hips in a circle. he hit that glorious spot inside you and you clenched tight around him.

he groaned, eyes fixated on your cunt. the way you were stretched wide around him, not even taking his whole length yet had his cock throbbing. you were so small compared to him, so fragile. he could break you if he wanted to.

yet there you were, losing yourself on his cock, slowly easing yourself down so you could take in more of his length.

“good girl,” he whispered, moving his hand to circle your clit with his thumb until you finally bottomed out, settling in his lap. your walls seized around him and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when he realized you were cumming.

— satori tendou.

∴ he likes size kink mostly bc he’s a bit of a sadist ∴ like he knows you struggle to take his dick ∴ and he knows it sometimes hurts ∴ seeing that pain on your face ∴ it’s euphoric to him ∴ and boy is he evil about it ∴ his dirty talk??? foul. filthy. humiliating ∴ he could make you cry from half the shit he says ∴ lil sadistic babie

“is that your cervix?” he scoffed, looking down to where his cock was buried within your cunt, “you haven’t even taken all of me.”

“satori...” you whined, pressing your hands against his chest as he tried to press even deeper.

he clicked his tongue, “what? does that hurt?” when you nod, he just gives you a crooked grin, “poor baby. but guess what? i want you to take all of my fuckin’ cock.”

“can’t!” you cry, sending his heart fluttering. he can hear the watery undertone as he gives you a disappointed look he knows makes the sub within you crumble.

“is that so?” he sighed, slowly pulling his cock out, “guess you aren’t gonna be my good girl after all, huh? oh well. i’ll just go jerk off into the toilet or somethin’.”

you whined and throw you arms around his shoulders to pull him back to you, making him grin, “wait! i can do it!”

he grins, feeling your tears wet his skin. he pats the back of your head, slowly sinking his cock back in. he hears you hiss as he keeps going until he’s finally fully seated within you, “see? i knew you could do it. now be a good girl and let me use your little cunt how i want. maybe you’ll cum if you’re lucky because i’m not gonna be tryin’ to get you off. this is about me now, understand?”

you whimper and nod, making him smile. of course you understand, you’re his good girl in the end.

— semi eita.

∴ #2 big dick on the team boink ∴ i said what i said ∴ this guy EXUDES BDE ∴ he knows how to use it too ∴ expect praise out the ass from him while he fucks you too ∴ how proud he is of you that you took him so well ∴ he pretty your pussy looks stuffed full, stretching to accommodate his fat length.

hands holding beneath your knees keeps you spread completely open, letting him rock his cock into your pussy. he’s only halfway in, not yet giving you the rest because he knows you need to adjust.

he hums, reaching to the side to pull the bottle of lube from where it was tangled in the sheets. he pops the lid and lets some fall onto your spread folds, continuing to rock his hips to spread the lube into your little hole.

he tosses the bottle away and brings his thumb to your clit, hard and swollen from neglect. he sucks in a breath, humming as he feels you squeeze around his cock in response.

“atta girl...” he breathes, voice deep and calm, finally working a bit more of his length into you, “let me in...good girl. feel that? you’re taking me so well.”

you hiss and he pauses, retreating for a second only to slowly work that length back in. your eyes flutter, reaching down to grip his wrist where it was between your thighs. he smiles as he realizes he had stopped playing with your clit, resuming the slow, intoxicating circles he knew you loved.

“think you can take more?” he asks, breathless. you nod and he pushes a bit more into you, “look at that...you’ve almost taken all of me. you’re such a good girl for me, just a bit more.”

he feels you work to relax your walls around him so he can finally bottom out. he does so with a groan, his eyes rolling back. he pauses, letting you get used to his cock. he continues his circles on your bud until you’re contracting and cumming so prettily around him. he grins, working you through the high with whispered praises. once you come down, he gives your clit a few firm pats to your bud, grinning when your body flinches under the contact.

“here we go, pretty girl,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “let me make you feel good.”

— kenjiro shirabu.

∴ he’s not the biggest guy around in general ∴ he’s like the smallest on the team lmao ∴ so to have a girlfriend who is small enough to make him feel BIG??? ∴ that rlly butters his biscuit ∴ so truthfully, he never knew he had the kink until you came along ∴ but now that it’s been discovered....oh boy....get ready ∴ he’s gonna humiliate the hell out of you (not to the extent of one satori tendou) ∴ but his dirty talk is filthy too lmao

“you like taking a cock that’s too big for you?” he growled, bottoming out quickly despite your protests for him to slow down, “oh quiet down. i can feel how wet you are.”

“kenjiro...” you whined, trembling beneath your boyfriend’s frame as he grinned.

“what is it? do you want to cum?” he’ll ask, “if you cum now you’ll squirt everywhere. you know you can’t handle cumming around my cock. is that you want? to make a mess?”

“yes!” you beg, tears stinging your eyes as you nod.

he grins and starts slowly fucking you with his cock. you’re creaming all over him and it’s driving him crazy. with just a few thrusts against your sweet little spot, you’re gushing all around him and soaking his length with your cum.

“you’re so fucking messy, little whore,” he growls, “now sit there and let me use this sloppy hole how i want.”

-ˏ͛ itachiyamaˏ͛-

— kiyoomi sakusa.

∴ doesn’t know that it’s a kink that exists ∴ and truly didn’t get anything out of seeing you struggle to take his cock ∴ until you actually voiced your arousal over it ∴ and then he was like ‘ok.....i see.....i can get behind this....’ ∴ and now he rlly digs it tbh ∴ he’s a simple man, really

“too big, omi,” you cry, clinging to the sheets beneath you as he stuffs you full of his cock.

“shut up,” he snaps, continuing to sink his length into you until you reach up and press your hands against his chest to get him to stop, “hands off.”

“pl-please,” you whine, voice teary, “s-slow down.”

he shakes his head and shoves your hands away from him, pushing even more into you. you’re breathing hard but you’re soaking his cock so he knows it’s not that bad. you’re just a dramatic little crybaby and he knows that. but he also knows you’ll take what he tells you to so he continues on until he’s bottoming out.

“s-so full...you’re so deep, omi,” you babble, eyes hazy, “you fill me up so much. g-gonna make me cum s-soon.”

he scoffs, pulling back so only half his length remains before shoving that same amount back in. you squeal and shriek out his name. he grits his teeth and slaps his hand over your mouth so hard you flinch.

“fuckdolls don’t talk,” he hisses, “shut the fuck up and let me use you.”

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barzzal · 3 years

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between halls and thin walls → part two

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: swearing, sex toys, masturbation, sexual/suggestive themes, and yenno, mathew :(

↳ genre: angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni*

↳ length: series; part one, part two (5.9k), part three, part four, part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: listened to a lot of beyoncé for this one !!

note: part two’s here!! and i know it’s late for an update but i just wanna thank everyone for commenting on the first part 🥺 really glad that you guys liked it. reading your tags are everything to me it means a lot! happy reading <3 (gif used: mine)

You come out of your bedroom dressed and ready for work. Your handbag was slung over the depth of your forearm as you headed for the kitchen and the other, scrolling past emails on your phone, admittedly bracing yourself for the mess you know will eventually greet you.

To your surprise, what you see instead were Mat Barzal’s guns rippling through the jet black sweater he had worn last night. A memory that sent your mind to less than eight hours ago, before eventually landing on what happened shortly when the two of you had woken up.

“Thank god you haven’t burnt the house down.” you kid, placing your handbag atop the island.

Mat spares you a quick glance, rolling his eyes whilst he lets you watch him whisk some eggs for breakfast.

“Like it?” he cocks, pertaining to how your eyes were pinned hard on his biceps that he was, for the most part, effortlessly sporting. It’s true, though. He didn’t need to flex because it was just there.

“Coffee or Juice?” he asks, as the kind friend and roommate that he is.

Anthony, as surprising as it was, takes incredibly long showers. If people hadn’t known him well, they’d easily think he’s abusing himself there. But you’ve got to admit that not having him around felt nice for you didn’t have to feel so seen with Mathew.

‘Course, there’s nothing more, like a fix-in on the side, to your set up. You just appreciate the feeling of not having to lie to Beau about all the ugly concealed underneath all the innocent gazes you and Mathew exchange.

“Coffee.” you answer shortly, realizing that you forgot the material you need for today’s meeting.

“Where are you going?” Mat asks when he catches you receding out into the hallway. You didn’t bother looking back, “Forgot something!”

He gets back to whisking the eggs when a chime comes off his phone. He takes it from the counter, placed just before the plates he left to dry last night, absent-mindedly putting the bowl he was holding onto the island, toppling over the green juice he has prepared for himself.

“Shit.” he curses as soon as he sees it for it was already spilling all over the place, making the mess you’ve been secretly anticipating the moment Mathew said he’d make breakfast.

Panicking at how you’d see he’s successfully screwed such a no-brainer task, Mat grabs the first thing he sees on the marbled surface and uses it to clean the mess he’d made.

“Huh.” he muses to himself, realizing that the silk fabric didn’t do much in helping him clean up. He tosses it over the sink carelessly and grabs a few napkin rolls from one of the cupboards.

So much for making an effort to feed Anthony Beauvillier.

“Now, that was fast.” you say with a smirk once you’ve entered the kitchen, startling Mathew as he continued cleaning up after his mess.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” he sarcastically laughs, discarding the paper towels onto the sink along with the used ones.

Thankfully, your stuff was at the other side of the island so it was very much safe from all the chaos happening at the other end of the marbled surface. However, your laugh dies down the second you realize that your handkerchief was no longer where you’ve last put it.

“Hey,” you call on Mathew, “What’s up?”

“Have you seen my handkerchief? I know I left it somewhere.” you anxiously ask, eyeing every corner of the room hoping to see Nana’s handkerchief, the one she gave to you on your 18th birthday.

“What does it look like?” Mat asks, now holding a pan in his hand as he prepares breakfast.

You proceeded to describe your grandma’s handkerchief in the most specific and perhaps excruciating detail Mathew has ever heard someone talk about something as mind-numbing as a handkerchief.

Despite that, Mat lights up the moment it hits him, not realizing the bigger mess he’s about to walk into. He rejoices at how he knew exactly what you were looking for, “Oh! You mean this?”

With clueless eyes, you watch Mat go over the sink after he wipes his hands dry, fishing out an all too familiar fabric from the sink. Once your eyes land onto the cream colored silk handkerchief, with details carefully sewn by hand, drenching in what seems to be Mat’s morning drink, your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

“What did you do??” The sudden rise in your voice startles an unsuspecting Mathew. You eagerly went over to his side and hastily snatched the smooth fabric off his hands, “It’s ruined!”

“What? I didn’t know it was yours!” Mat’s eyes are wild with confusion. Puzzled at how you were so fixated on the useless fabric. It didn’t help him anyway. There’s nothing much left to do but to throw it. It’s garbage.

“You ruined it!” you lash out, letting Mat get eaten up by the sudden anger bubbling inside your guts but he was rather quick in defending himself, “I didn’t know it was yours since I grabbed the first thing I could find. Why are you getting upset over a shit-ass handkerchief?”

Your mouth falls and you shake your head, finding his defensiveness quite appalling. “You’re an ass.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours.” he explains, “Come on, it’s just a stupid handkerchief I’ll just buy you a new one.” he tries to laugh the tension off, sporting his signature grin.

Mat take shots of the stunned expression on your face, “Stupid?” you repeat what he said, your eyes already starting to sting with tears. Clearly, you were far too overwhelmed to even acknowledge Mathew’s half-assed apology.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” your words bite and that’s when things took a turn for the worse.

“I said I was fucking sorry! What the hell do you want from me? Shit a fucking hanky?” he rans a hand through his hair, “Do you realize how childish you’re being right now?”

Outraged, and perhaps disappointed by how he was too high up his horse, your voice takes up a higher tone, entering what seems to be an early screaming match between you and Mathew.

“Could you just–” you breathe, “for one second– stop being so goddamn stupid and get over yourself!?” were words that welcomed Anthony the moment he stepped into the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist, a grin on his face visible as he poured himself a glass of water, inviting himself in the screaming match you and Mathew have exclusively put forth for him.

“Stupid is not when you’ve already apologized a hundred times! Stupid is being such a crybaby and a bitch about it!” Mathew retorts, gaining his better end of the argument.

“What a beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Anthony chimes in, a hand resting on his chin, adoring his two best friends upon getting used to the best worst duo he’s ever known in his life.

“Shut up, Beau.” you say, throwing him a glare.

“Well, beautiful is definitely not in Y/N’s dictionary.” Mathew chides with a smirk, enough to earn himself a scoff from you.

“You know what? I don’t have the time for this bullshit.” you cuss, finally retreating, your already heavy heart taking a better hold on your thoughts, blocking your ability to even come up with a clever remark to come back at Mathew.

You throw the delicate, yet already ruined piece of fabric towards his way as hard as you could before marching out of the kitchen and head off for work.

“Fucking unbelievable.” Mathew curses under his breath once he catches the silk linen, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to the morning task at hand.

You were fucking unbelievable.

Once the boys were left alone, Tito raises a brow, briefly looking back after your footsteps, “What happened here, anyway?” he asks, having realized what must’ve caused such a heated argument so early in the morning.

“I used this handkerchief to wipe the whole thing off and she just went ape shit! I mean–” Anthony cuts Mathew the moment he recognizes the thin cloth he was holding.

“Woah, woah. Wait a minute, you used this?” he muses, stressing on the possibility of what might have been Mathew’s biggest mistake of the day, his eyes darting between him and the fabric.

With furrowed brows, admittedly weirded by how Anthony reacted almost the same way you did a while ago. “It’s just a handkerchief, man. I can go buy her a bunch if that’s what she wants.” he says defensively.

Anthony shakes his head wildly, his irises now dilated as he examined the stain already sitting on the material. “No no. Oh god no.” He says, snatching Mathew’s phone from the counter to google quick remedies that might remove the said stain from the already ruined cloth.

“What do you mean no? You guys spend way too much time together, you’re beginning to be as weird as her.” He scoffs, sipping on a glass of water.

“No, you dumbass. This was her grandma’s!” Anthony says, eyes fixated on the delicate handkerchief. Remembering how you’d told him how long it has been in your family that having Nana give it to you after all the years you’ve spent admiring it from afar meant so much to you than anything anyone could have possibly given you.

“So?” Mat casually replies, closing his arms to his chest before adding, “Is she dead or something? Didn’t you guys visit her for the Holidays?”

“What?? Why would you even say that?– You’re such a jerk.” Tito shakes his head, appalled by how Mathew easily shrugged the matter off when he knew full well how sentimental he himself could be.

“Well, how am I supposed to know?? If that thing’s so important I wouldn’t leave it on top of some random shit lying around!” He counters, defending himself for reaching for the nearest cloth he could find when he did whatever he does best when he’s in the kitchen.

Tito clicks his tongue and looks at Mathew exasperatedly, “Tell me, where did you find this exactly?”, to which Mathew only answered with a quiet voice, “It may or may not have been placed on top of her purse…” he avoids Tito’s gaze, finally catching on how he was the one in the wrong.

“See? Jerk. Now, go figure out how you’ll take the stain off.” Anthony demands, his voice embraced by a definitive tone. One that made Mathew know he wouldn’t be able to persuade him into letting this go.

Tito takes one good look at Mat’s catastrophic attempt to feed the house, striding his way out of the kitchen, “And make sure you apologize!” he adds, footsteps receding into the hallway, leaving Mathew scratching the back of his head out of guilt and frustration.

You have spent the following days either avoiding Mathew or ignoring his existence completely. Anthony talked to you the night that incident happened and assured you that he would do his best to have it fixed. You didn’t want to bother him nor take time off his already busy schedule, but you were just so bummed to even say a word.

That night, you spent the entire evening in your room, facetiming your mother, saying how much you’re missing home. You can’t bring yourself to tell her about the handkerchief. For some people, and that people being Mathew, it might’ve been just some silly thing but Tito knew how much that small piece of cloth meant to you.

Mathew, on the one hand, was for sure guilty to his bones. He didn’t see you that night nor the nights that followed. He didn’t think much of it but when he found himself searching for that same handkerchief in the hopes of replacing it only to find out that it was nowhere to be found in the market, was when he did realize that ruining the one thing that held you closer to home was the last push your non-existent relationship with him had to have for you to finally lose any ounce of amour nor civility you once had for him.

Anthony wasn’t a stranger for said changes either. He began waking up to a still apartment enveloped by a wall you profusely built between you and Mathew. You even unknowingly shut Tito out in the process as well. It was like you were grieving. Like, it was a whole different kind of heartbreak he knew he can’t get you out of that easily.

You tried making it up for your best friend of course. Knowing that you haven’t been yourself since that day. You thought about the possibility of having taken the whole thing too seriously that you might’ve overreacted a bit. Nonetheless, no matter how much you try to push it in the back of your head, Mathew’s mere presence began irking you in ways it never did back when you used to enjoy the bickering you exchange with him, especially in bed.

“Thanks for dinner, belle.” Anthony politely says, earning a smile from you so effortlessly upon hearing the pet name he uses for you. Something Mat only shrugged off, trying to piece out the same gratitude, “Thanks, y/n.” he genuinely adds. But as expected, he had nothing.

You pick up all the empty plates, including Mathew’s, who was sitting in front of you while Anthony sat at the end of the table. Tito hurriedly wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes the plate from you, “Let me help you with that.” he says with the same kind eyes that has never failed to win you over.

“Yeah. Okay, sure.” you shortly answer, leading the way towards the kitchen, leaving one Mathew Barzal feeling small and alone at the dining table.

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If there was one thing you’d gladly acknowledge after all the years of watching people kiss Mathew’s ass was that he was is really good. He’s fast and he can do unimaginable damage on the ice. There’s no denying that he deserves to be the face of the New York Islanders. But we know you don’t care about any of that. The only thing you care about was how unbelievably good he is at everything he does that not even you or your pink rubber toy could suffice.

He was just that damn good.

As your eyes shut whilst you mount your pleasures on your own, biting your lips to choke in your own moans, Mathew handling you was what circled your mind since you started defiling yourself in the bathroom. You let your arousal be washed away by the warm water trickling down your skin, envisioning Mat’s rough hands grazing your body, touching your core like his hands were meant to do nothing else but that.

It was wrong and pathetic, but you couldn’t think about anything else. You and Mathew have been avoiding each other for days. The dynamic went so much worse than when you weren’t sleeping together and you know that Tito was bound to notice it soon. Thankfully, the boys were on another roadie for a week so you had quite some time to think things through about your current sitch with Mathew. You didn’t like any of it because it felt like you gave a fuck (which obviously, you didn’t). You just feel obligated to sort things out with the biggest ass that ever lived because you didn’t want to involve Tito into the mess you’ve wrongfully made yourself.

You hop off the shower feeling unsatisfied. You haven’t gotten laid since the last time you were with Mat. Which is sad, not just for you but also for her. You’d think considering the boys aren’t around you’d bring someone home, maybe even one or two. But just thinking about going on bars alone so you could find a potential bone-mate is already far too tedious and you weren’t in the right state to do so. You had so much going on at work, anyway. And you can always use a wand to scratch an itch. Neither would satisfy you more than how someone-who-will-not-be-named could, but you might as well be pathetic without having to hook up with some random dude whose name you’ll eventually forget in the morning.

You opted to wear an old pull-over you borrowed (took) from Tito years and years ago and partnered it with some leggings so you’d be comfortable enough for the rest of the night. You have nothing else to do and you are already fed up with your workload that watching a crappy movie off of Netflix doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

With a giant bowl of popcorn and two bottles of beer in your hands, you march your way into the living room, ready to spend the night binge watching romantic comedies, crying and laughing in between. Or maybe just fall asleep on the couch while your comfort TV series is on.

The boys won three games out of the four that they had during the trip and you only saw the ones they won so you were thankful that you didn’t have to sit at home alone watching their faces fall after that OT lost against the Flyers. Anthony phoned you that night and you can just feel the relief in his voice that you didn’t have the time to see it. They weren’t playing like they should. Thankfully, they were able to bounce back.

Your eyes were beginning to grow tired halfway into the movie when you hear the front door open, followed by luggages dragged into the house tirelessly.

“Y/N?” Anthony calls out.

You hit the movie on pause and hurriedly make your way towards the hallway. “You’re home already?”

They were already taking their coats off when you met them halfway, Tito was putting his away while Mat had just taken off his toque and was running his hands through his hair, unconsciously meeting your eyes upon hearing your voice.

You quickly break it off when you give Tito a quick embrace and plant a small kiss on his cheeks, “I texted you.” he says, eyebrows quirked, surprised that you didn’t know.

In an effort to avert any more of his questions you immediately point towards the movie you had on, “Haven’t checked my messages, sorry.”

“So, you guys ate dinner?” you ask, passing Mat a quick look. One that came as a surprise because he wasn’t even hoping to hear a word from you given the way you two left things a little too on the edge, screwing with the whole thing even more.

Mat avoids your irises and faintly nods.

“Big win tonight huh? Told you, you can do it.” you say with a beaming smile, nudging Tito with your hips as you get back to watching your film. “You gotta do what you gotta do, babe.” he winks, lugging his stuff around towards his bedroom.

“Barz, don’t stay up, Trotz needs us first thing in the morning.” he looks back, reminding Mat who was already standing in front of his door, “Yeah. Sure.” he replies shortly with a tired voice.

You and Anthony bid your own goodnights whilst Mat mutters a quiet “Night.” when you nodded his way, clearly not enjoying any of the first awkward encounters he’s yet to have with you. Seven days is quite a reasonable time for your anger to dissipate, a short yet seemingly long period of time that’s just enough to kill off whatever guilt Mat had initially felt before you parted ways.

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“Alright, I’m off.” Tito casually declares, putting on his watch. “There’s food in the fridge, and tell Mat to go easy on my beers.” he gives you a knowing look as he bends down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

Tito had been seeing some mystery girl for quite some time now. He hasn’t told you anything spicy in particular but by the looks of it, you could already tell that she has him towed.

“Good luck, loverboy.” you say, swatting his hand away and pushing him out to the door. The two of you cringe at what you said, sharing one last laugh before you watch him disappear out into the hallway.

The apartment was cramped the whole day because Anthony and Mat had the day off. Tito had plans for the night, obviously. As per you, you had plans lounging in the living room, switching through channels in the hopes of stumbling on a show that isn’t half as bad than the rest.

Thankfully, a Sandra Bullock film was on HBO.

The Proposal, to be exact.

You decide to dive in the film with a cold bottle of beer on your hand. There was no way you’d be washing down the effects of a naked Ryan Reynolds with a glass of water. You haven’t gone mad.

The film was already at the part where Sandra was proposing to Ryan when you hear Mathew’s door open. You haven’t talked since the night they came back home other than the small nods you exchange upon passing by each other. All of which are mind-numbing and impossible to swallow. The awkwardness has not dissipated completely unlike what you presumed. You were just grateful Tito was always around that you didn’t need to be alone together.

Alarmed by another impending awkward encounter, you clear your throat and turn up the volume a little to remain focused on the film, investing your sole attention to it even if you have seen the movie countless times.

Mathew, in his sweats and a gray shirt on, carefully makes his way out the hallway and into the common area after snatching a glass of water from the kitchen. You see him move further into the room but you make sure that he knows you weren’t paying attention. You take that he must’ve been thirsty and needed a drink but you don’t see him move further in the corner of your eye like he was making his way back in his room. It almost seemed like he was actually waiting for you to look his way.

Hesitantly, you follow your gut feel and see him standing a few feet away from you. “Yes?” you ask when you catch him staring.

Mat blinks a few times, “Hi.” he takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness circling the two of you.

When the only thing he gets from you is a tight lipped smile, he shakes his head and proceeds to walk where you were seated.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice deep and clear enough to send your mind elsewhere.

Regardless, you contain yourself and return a polite smile, “No. Not at all.”

“So, what are we watching?” he sits once you gestured onto the other end of the couch.

“The Proposal.” you answer before throwing a question yourself, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting now?” you shake your head, absentmindedly chuckling. Not intending to make him feel that you’ve forgotten about what he’d done weeks ago.

“I couldn’t sleep.” he props his back and lets himself sink in the cloud couch, his legs spread wide eating up most of the space left for the two of you to share. “Oh. I only like him when he’s Deadpool” he points out, cringing at how you were watching another one of your romantic comedy films.

You roll your eyes, admiring how he’s trying to break the tension between the two of you despite his unsolicited sentiments, “I like it when we were on not-speaking terms.”

Mat mocks you for a while but decides to watch the movie so you let him be and get back to the film, letting a giggle slip every now and then. Something you thought Mat wouldn’t notice.

Watching the remainder of the film went with ease. ‘Course, Mat would steal a few glances here and there (ones he thought had gone unnoticed), but overall the quietude between the two of you was bearable. Almost like it was just two buddies hanging out.

Although, not long after, your eyes were torn away from the huge flat screen when Mat spoke, “By the way,” he looks at you and calls your attention.

Puzzled, you watch him take something from his pocket, “Here.”

Once you see what he has in his hands your heart froze. Mat carefully hands you the cloth with an apologetic smile; his eyes soft with a hint of hope as he watches your reaction.

“What– How?” you ask in bewilderment, failing to comprehend how he was able to fix the handkerchief. It looked the same as before. All of its details were in place, it was good as new. You were holding Nana’s handkerchief.

Mathew didn’t bother to dance around and just offered you a quiet chuckle, evidently enjoying the wide smile painted on your lips. “Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” he apologizes, shielding you from all the strings he had to pull just to get that cloth fixed up.

You hold the smooth and delicate piece in your hands as you look at Mat, letting your feelings get a better hold of you, “Thank you.” you say, unknowingly reaching out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Mathew’s hand instinctively finds your back to support you, startling himself in the process. Nonetheless, the thought was easily shrugged off by how close your faces were, your smiles fading once you meet each other’s gaze. You feel the same rush you felt the night you and Mat got involved for the first time. Your hand was placed rather endearingly on his cheek, your faces, just like all the other times, unreasonably close to each other. Mat then clears his throat and only looks you in the eye.

Afraid that the innocent hug would lead to something more, perhaps another mistake to be jotted down on the board, you breathe a laugh and break away, “Uh, thanks again. It really means a lot.”

Mat must’ve sensed that you were being cautious so he puts his guards up and returns a chuckle, “So… we good?” he asks, reaching out a hand your way.

Your fingers slide into his, gliding its way perfectly, your hands fitted well with his despite the obvious difference in proportion. His grip tightens in the most comfortable way possible.

A smile breaks off his lips once he hears you answer, “We’re good.”

“I should probably get some sleep.” Mat tells you the moment you pull your hand away.

“Are you gonna be okay here?” he adds.

You looked at him, not wanting him to be obligated to keep you company, “Oh, yeah. I’m a big girl.” you say, making Mathew grin, shaking his head.

“Alright. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

Not picking up on whatever sloppy insinuation Mat has thrown out carelessly into thin air, he hears a simple “Mkay.”

Thus far, letting him know that his subtle invitation was far from being RSVP’d.

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“You’ll be in your room?” Mat scoffs, staring at the ceiling while he lays on his bed, “The fuck was that, Mat?” he scolds himself for always coming up with the worst things to say.

Mathew would be lying if he’d say he hasn’t thought about you (or doing you) for the past week of not being around home. But he definitely wouldn’t deny that the roadie kind of made things easier for him because then he didn’t have to stomach seeing you walk around the flat looking like the hot piece of ass that you were in his eyes.

Mat knows he needs to pull his shit together. He wasn’t some 13 year-old boy raging with hormones. He needs to control himself around you and he could only do that once he learns how to push this whole thing between the two of you behind him.

What happened with you and Mathew shouldn’t have happened at all. It was just a moment of weakness, and he hated that he’d let his dick (and apparently, him being one) ruin the relationship he once had with you.

Before that night, seeing you do yoga and work out on the terrace was just seeing you drenched in sweat, and in your work out clothes looking icky and constipated. Something he’ll later on tease you about and he’ll end up catching the water bottle you throw in his face. But now, after all that fucking, seeing you sweaty and all worked out in the same yoga pants is just like walking into a porn commercial. Like the ones they show before the actual porn. In fact, he doesn’t even have to watch any of it. Tents and Boners were pretty much sponsored by you from then on. It’s sick, and he knows it.

However, the tension he feels with you is palpable that he’s even certain that you feel it too. But how can he be wrong? He sees how your eyes blink a few times when he’s fresh out the shower, he sees you follow his trance when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, and you never fail to slide him shadowed hints with every touch you “accidentally” pass at him. The kind that’s short enough to remain innocent but not so much as to keep him at bay. Mat hated everything about it. He hated that he wanted you– and he hated that he thinks he might be right about you wanting him too.

All that self-loathing aside, did he regret it?

That was one of the things he feels bad about. Because as much as he wants to lie and push it aside, he didn’t regret any of it. He didn’t like you that way and just thought about you sexually but he just wishes that you could push past this and just be friends. He was still sexually attracted to you, yes. But he knows he’d eventually get over it and be back on his game. That is if he can ever find someone who’d be as good as how you were the last three times you’ve let him be with you because it would really help him a lot if he could stop picturing your mouth getting stretched by his cock every time he hops into the shower.

Mat was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. The shy banging sound made his heart beat rapidly in an instant, knowing full well that the two of you were alone in the house and that Tito was, in no way, going to be home for another hour or two.

A faint knock follows the first one before he gets to the door.

“Hi.” you greet him, a moment unfolding like it was déjà-vu.

“Hi.”

“Did I wake you?” you sheepishly ask, your hands balled into fists before eventually settling down to hug your own build, unsure of where to put your hands exactly.

Mat quickly shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t sleep myself.”

You offer him a smile, acknowledging how he’s been nothing but good to you ever since they got home. Of course you wanted to get your hands on him being that you were completely dry and horny ever since you’ve ignored him completely, but you haven’t gone mad and you weren’t a complete neanderthal. You can keep your hands to yourself and act like a decent human being.

“I’m sorry for making things weird between us.” you say, your eyes heavy with guilt. “But I’m only apologizing for being so unreasonable for the last couple of weeks.” you reiterated.

To which he only answers with, “You shouldn’t be. You have every right to be unreasonable– and I know that I’ve been a giant prick that day. It’s what I deserve.” he bites his lower lip, scratching his brow as he continues, “That’s why if there’s someone who owes someone an apology, it should be me. What I did was pretty crappy, so… I’m sorry.”

Like all the other times, Mathew towers over you wearing the same confidence he does when you’re around. Your bodies were reasonably apart from each other but close enough to mean something else if someone had walked by. Mathew was still in his room while you were out in the hallway, separated by the thin line made by the door frame.

You feel Mat’s steady breathing and everything went still. He looks down at you, pretty eyes drowning yours. His messed up bed hair ridiculously makes up for how dressed down he was. No, actually, he looks fine even when he is. And all of that sight instantly makes your throat dry as you feel something curl in your belly, enough to make your hands sweaty as the thought of tasting his lips again cruised your mind entirely.

Mathew was no stranger to the said feeling either. He watched you punish him more at how plump and inviting your lips were. Or how your hand brushed on your clothes as you remain uncomposed under his gaze.

Mat was becoming accustomed to how the two of you meet. Same time, same place, only this time, a different hallway. He steps further and crosses the line that divides the two of you, making you take a deep breath as his scent floors every nerve in your body. Waking what has been awake ever since that moment you shared back in the living room even more.

“Yeah, okay.” you gather yourself, “I– I should probably head back.”

Just by how his shoulders dropped, you knew you had said the wrong thing. And you hated that you did. Mat clears his voice and swallows, breaking off his gaze, “You probably should.”

“Good night, Mat.” you smile, trying to regain yourself.

“Good night.” he replies as he watches you turn your back before finally closing the door behind him.

Frustrated for he was already starting to feel things more than just being “sorry”, Mat leans against the door and runs a hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath and tries to get you out of his head.

He was about to walk away from the door and sleep off his frustration when he hears your faint footsteps on the other side of the door. He rests his head back on the wooden surface and sighs, “You’re still out there, aren’t you?”

There was a total silence for a moment, devoid of the knowledge of how you had your fist, ready to knock yet again, suspended in mid-air.

Mathew hears you deny sheepishly, “No.”

You hear him let out a small laugh, knowing that he was trying to contain himself.

The door sprung open again, and for a second you thought how what you’re about to walk into will start another mess for you and Mathew. But how could you possibly think about it that way when you have nothing else but this man standing at the other end?

A friend that took no seconds to waste as he finally lets his thirst and perhaps foolishness, get the better hold of him once he cages your heated face in his hands, crashing into your lips as fast as he’d taken you to his end of that thin gray line that has once irkingly parted him from you. A gray line you’re both willing to cross if that meant sharing another night in between halls and thin walls.

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey smut #letters to barzy #barzzal imagines

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tomatotoad · 3 years

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hiii ! could you write an angsty scenario with shoto todoroki, where yn and him get in a violent argument (bc of momo or for any reason idk haha) in front of everyone. and reader is not a crybaby or anything, they talk back etc. shoto says after something that shuts down y/n. and he'll try to make up with them (fluffy end?) thank you!!

hi!! yes i’d love to write this thanks for submitting it :) ALSO REMINDER THAT MY ASKS ARE OPEN

(reader is in the hero department in this scenario, so if you wanted something different please don’t hesitate to ask again!)

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Todoroki x Gender Neutral Reader

Warning(s): angst

Word Count: 1,061

(gif by drunkencaterpillars)

Seething with anger, you swing open the 1-A classroom door with Todoroki on your heels. You attempt to slam the door shut on him, but he was too quick. He reached for your arm, but you flinched away. You’d sooner face an army of villains than let the man who just made a fool of you touch you.

“Y/n are you serious right now?”

“Are you serious right now Todoroki Shoto? You literally just said I’d be the worst hero in front of the entire class!” You exclaimed as you gestured to the class, shuffling in their seats in reaction to your argument.

“I didn’t say that, I just said that you wouldn’t be able to fight on your own like everyone in the class can. There’s still a lot you can improve, but you haven’t been putting in the work.” Todoroki states calmly.

You stare at him dumbfounded, thinking of all of the times had asked him for help with training to which he declined every time. Each one of those times, he declined because he already promised Momo to help her train.

“No you’re totally right,” you say sarcastically, “I definitely haven’t been putting in the work. Yeah, I mean, all of those hours I’ve spent alone training really didn’t account for anything, huh? I guess, by that logic, you could also say that your training sessions you have with Momo are a waste of time too?”

You wait for a response from either Todoroki or Momo. Neither of them answers quick enough for your liking.

“If you say I’m the worst hero in this class, then why do you spend so much time helping Momo but not me? Actually, better question, why even train with Momo when I’m your partner!?” You scream.

“Momo is my best friend, y/n, I want her to succeed and I want you to succeed,” Todoroki explains.

“Y/n it’s really not what you think-“ Momo starts before you cut her off.

“Momo, I know you have probably have a good explanation, but I’m not mad at you as much as I am this mess of a person right now,” you say as you gesture to Todoroki.

“I just don’t understand how you have the audacity to say that I’m a bad hero when I know I’m a bad hero that's why I’m asking for your help Todoroki,” you yell while looking straight into his eyes.

You see something snap in his eyes, almost as if bringing up your self-awareness of the issue was the last spark needed to start the fire.

“Well if you know that, why don't you just give up?!” Todoroki exclaimed. The fire in his eyes extinguished with the realization of what he just said to you.

Your resolve shatters as you stand there like a deer in headlights. After a beat, you slowly gaze around the classroom, just now remembering that you with your peers. One of your biggest fears is now the entire class's knowledge and you were too shocked to fight back. Without a single word, you quickly left the room and headed for the dorms. Todoroki was left with the pieces of your shattered heart in his hands.

It’s been an hour since your argument with Todoroki when you hear a knock on the door of your dorm. Raising your head from your tear-stained pillows, you contemplate not answering until you hear,

“I’m sorry,” from Todoroki on the other side of the door.

You roll your eyes as you get up to open the door.

"What?" you say to him firmly while clenching the side of the door.

Instead of answering, Todoroki just silently hands you a box. You eye him before slowly opening the lid, revealing the hero supplies you desperately wanted. All the objects in the box were things that you mentioned to Todoroki in one way or another. You would hug him if he wasn't the absolute worst right now.

"I hope you like them," Todoroki said softly.

"Of course I like them but," you gesture for him to come inside your room, "I'm not taking this as an apology, you know that," you say closing the door.

"I know, which is why I'm going to apologize right now," Todoroki says.

You set the box on your desk and pull out a chair for him to sit on while you sit on your bed.

"I'm sorry," He says with his usual monotonous voice.

There's a long pause as you look into each other's eyes.

"Is that seriously it?" you scoff.

"No, I'm just thinking of how to continue," taking a deep breath before continuing, "I stepped out of line today. I didn't mean when I said you should give up, you should never give up, Y/n. I've been training with Momo recently is because I already promised that I'd help her for a couple months. Plus, Momo actually likes Jirou, if that had anything to do with you being upset. Actually, yesterday was the last day of our training and I already have something planned with you for our internship next week," Todoroki explains.

You raise your eyebrows as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a letter. Handing it to you, you skim over it quickly.

"Your dad invited me to intern with him?" you say in disbelief.

"Well, I technically invited you, he just needed to sign it so the staff doesn't get skeptical since we're going to be training together without him," he says as you reread the letter, "We're basically just going on vacation together, but instead of the beach and swimming, it's just going to be at my house and training," he continues.

He puts his fingers under your chin to raise your head.

"I'm sorry, I love you so much," he says with glossy eyes.

You felt the pure truth drip from the words he just uttered.

"I forgive you and I'm sorry too," you begin, "I should have heard you out completely," you finish.

You kiss him softly on the lips before quickly pull away to whisper in his ear, "If you ever yell at me again in front of the class, I will not hesitate to slap you,"

"Completly understandable," he says with a chuckle.

You grin as he brings you into a delicate embrace, holding you like he never wants to let you go.

#mha #bnha #todorki x reader #shoto x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #shoto todoroki

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woah-there-cowboy-or-cowgirl · 3 years

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This isnt so bad, right?

Summary: Nishinoya and his s/o go to the beach for break and they can’t swim, but Noya has the perfect solution :)

Genre: Fluff and somewhat comfort

Pairings: Noya x gn!y/n

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: The reader is a bit of a crybaby, other than that, none!

a/n: ahh my first story...this was in the whim of the moment hehehe also I feel like I used “you” too much and it came out WAY longer than I thought but oh well. Also, I am so sorry for grammar mistakes 😅

Backstory:

It was finally the last day of school before summer break. You and Noya had a plan to go on an ice cream date at this new ice cream shop in town after school, but here you were, waiting at the front of the school for him to come out. It had been 15 minutes and there was no sign of him. You had started to walk away when you heard someone yell for your name and felt someone cling onto your back, almost tackling you to the ground. You turn your head to see Noya and he had the biggest smile on his face and you were just as excited as him even though you had no idea why he was happier than usual.

You two are heading over to the ice cream shop and you notice that he slowed down. In the corner of your eyes and you can see him occasionally looking at you expectantly but you ignore it assuming he just wants you to hold his hand or something.

When you get to the ice cream shop, he turns to you and stares again. You finally ask why he keeps staring and he says “So where are we going this break?” with the most expectant eyes.

You started to say “Well I was thinking we could go to-”

He cut you off by sighing and saying in a dramatic voice “OH...so you did forget. Damn now I owe Tanaka $10.” He and Tanaka bet that you forgot about your guys’ deal. You looked lost then it clicked.

You forgot about that bet y'all made that Noya wouldn’t pass all of his exams, and whoever wins gets to choose where they go over summer break and you were so confident that he would at least fail one subject since he never studies. He just needs motivation really

“That’s okay if you forgot cause either way I get the final say in where we go for summer break and I decide on the...beach.” You had agreed only because you could never go against a bet also cause he bought you ice cream

Realtime:

You, Noya, Tanaka, Yachi, and Hinata arrived at the beach house you guys were going to stay at everyone is still confused how Noya was able to even get the beach house but oh well and boy was the view mesmerizing. It looked like a basic beach in the day, but at night it’s like something out of a storybook.

Everyone had finished settling in and were getting ready to go swimming except for you. You didn’t want to go into the water because of THAT reason and knew since you guys left the Miyagi Prefecture it would be hard to avoid going swimming since the guys had been talking about swimming the whole time and well since it’s a beach, there is water everywhere.

Yachi noticed how you didn’t want to go into the water, so she offered to stay on the shore with you to build sandcastles, collect seashells, and just sit under the sun, which you of course accepted.

After making maybe 5 failed sandcastles, you could tell that Yachi was getting bored and wanted to go in the water.

“Yachi, you can go into the water you know? You don’t have to stay here with me.” you said after she was staring at some kids playing in the water a little longer that most.

She whipped her head in your direction and started to blush from embarrassment saying “AH! Are you sure? Was I that obvious? I can stay here if you want- actually no I want to stay here!” she was obviously lying but it's the thought that counts

“Really, go! I know you want to, and don’t worry! I’ll do my best to figure out what we were doing wrong and we can make a bigger and cooler one tomorrow!”

“Okay, if you say so...BUT call me over if you get bored or figure it out!” and she got up and sprinted over to where the boys were swimming and seeing who could do the best tricks underwater.

After a while, Noya noticed you had been stalling to go into the water and had to literally drag you away from the 15th failed sandcastle and into the water. You protested the whole time, and when you guys were in the deeper end where you couldn’t touch the ground is when you started to freak out and cling onto Noya, to stay above the water. Everyone was so confused as to why, but they didn’t say anything since you hid your face in Noya’s shoulder out of embarrassment. He walks away from the group for a bit and asks what’s wrong. When you looked up at him and he saw that your eyes have watered a bit he starts to become flustered.

“What's wrong?” he says trying to see if maybe you got hurt whilst dragging you into the water.

You mumbled “I can’t swim” and he looked lost and said “That’s fine. I never learned how to swim until I was in my third year of middle school. Wait- is that why you're crying?” He didn’t mean harm in the question but he was genuinely curious why you would start to cry over not knowing how to swim but that question made your cheeks get warm and made you hide your face again.

Once again, you mumbled “Yes, and I’m embarrassed” He chuckled and said “You don’t have to be. Not everyone can swim.” You looked at him again and said “I know that...but I’m the only one in our group who can’t swim. I can’t go as deep into the water as you guys, and I don’t want to keep you in the shallow area…”

He sighed and started to walk to the shore again, told you to stay there for a minute, and just ran off. You felt horrible since you thought he went back into the house out of anger, but he came back with something in his hand.

“What’s this for?” You ask as he hands it to you. You looked at it and it was one of those flower floaties that you put on toddler’s arms causing you to give him a dirty look. “For you of course! Now we all can go in the deep end!” He was very proud of himself, and was acting like he just solved world hunger, making you give out a small chuckle. “See? It’s making you smile, so come on, we can’t go out with them deflated like this right?” as he sits next to you and pulls something out of a bag.

You scoff jokingly saying “What? Did you buy one for yourself?” and when you look at what's in his hand, low and behold the same exact floaties that he got you.

“What? I wanted to match with you! So come on and blow yours up otherwise we will just sit here on the shore and I don’t think you want that.” He started to blow his up and he just kept going like wearing toddler floaties was normal. Honestly, it’s Noya, what do you expect? You sigh smiling and start to blow yours up as well.

Once you guys finished it, you put them on and Noya started to pose like he was a model and you started to do so too. You guys were having a blast, then he grabbed your hand and ran to the water, eventually meeting up with the group again. Everyone was laughing and was talking about how cute you looked making Noya jealous cause he thinks he’s the cuter one. You felt more confident now, so the group went even deeper, of course you stayed close to Noya just in case.

It was finally night time and you guys were getting out of the water and some random guy yelled at Noya “HA! NICE FLOATIES. WHAT? YOU NEED YOUR MOM TO HELP YOU SWIM STILL?” You pulled on Noya’s arm telling him to just drop it and let's just go back to the house but he yells “REALLY IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH? WAIT LEMME JUST-” you yanked at him making him turn around and you are shaking your head trying to signal that you guys should go back to the house. He yells out “I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER.” then signaled to Tanaka and Hinata to chase and intimidate the guy. They did and they looked like two dogs going after a squirrel. Yachi started to freak out thinking Tanaka would punch the guy, like how he punched Kageyama, so she stayed outside to see if she could calm Tanaka and Hinata down.

When you and Noya went back to the house, you looked at him again and tried to rip the floaties off his arms starting to tear up again, but he grabs your hands saying “wait- what are you doing? Stop. I like them.” You respond with “I don’t want to cause you trouble just cause I can’t swim. Take them off.” He just stared at you and kissed your forehead and brought you into a warm hug saying “really? You think I care about what they said? I like matching with you. Plus you can’t tell me I don’t look hot with them on” causing you to laugh once again. You couldn’t deny that he looked good with them on, but you still felt bad.

“But-” you started to say before he shoved you into the bathroom to look in the mirror and said “Look, we look cute together and I can find you easier now. So don’t think so badly about them okay?” you stare at the reflection, a smile starting to form on your face seeing how Noya looks so proud that you guys are matching and say “Yeah, I guess it isn’t so bad…”

#Stories With Kelsey #Nishinoya yuu #noya fluff #noya x reader #noya x y/n #noya x you #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #modern haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #this is my first fic ever i am so sorry

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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Baby its Cold Outside (Part 5)

Bakugo x Reader

Just a really sad Bakugo

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PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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This can’t be happening. This isn't real. This was his biggest fear. Y/n lay limp in his arms, blood pooling at a rapid pace.

He let an anguished, almost feral scream. It was so loud there was the slightest pause in all the fighting. He hugged you tight to him and rocked you back and forth. “You cant be gone. You cant. You promised. You promised me y/n that you wouldn't put yourself in danger...” He kept muttering as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Iida knelt down next to him, “Bakugo, she’s still alive. Her pulse is faint but its there. She’s a fighter. Now I need you to let go of her so I can get her out of here and to a hospital. Okay?”

He gave you one last hug before giving you a long kiss on the forehead. “Please save her Iida.... please.”

Iida leaned over and picked you up gently before sprinting off, away from the fighting. Once Iida was out of sight Bakugo wiped his tears and looked to the ongoing fighting around him. Backup was on the way... but they weren't going to need them because... because he was going to kill all of them.

Bakugo knew what anger felt like. Before y/n, it was his primary emotion. But now sitting here in a pool of her blood..... He had never felt a rage like this before. Ignoring the screaming pain in his legs he stood up. “ANYONE WHO DOESNT WANT TO GET BLOWN THE FUCK UP GET BEHIND ME NOW!”

His fellow heros knew this was not an empty threat and all made an effort to scamper behind him. He didn't waste any time, sending off the biggest explosion he’s ever had right as the last person got out of the way. He could feel his hands cracking under the pressure and his head felt like a balloon. But he just yelled through the pain and pushed harder. These fuckers were going to pay for what they did.

All the sudden it all stoped. He grunted in frustration as Aizawas hand came down on his shoulder, “It’s okay Bakugo... You got them.” In all honestly Bakugo’s emotional outburst scared his comrades. They had never seen him so out of control, so vulnerable,.... so powerful. He had left the entire alleyway in charred bits and pieces. His flames had gotten so hot that he could see a sizzling pile of bones off to the side. He was unstable. He was losing it. He was scaring them.

He looked at Aizawa with numb eyes, “Is Y/n..... Is she.....”

He couldn't even bring himself to say it. Saying it out loud would make it true. She's not gone, she cant be.

“Last I heard she’s in critical condition. She’s in surgery and we won't know much more until she gets out.”

Bakugo slumped down to his knees. Gravity was taking him. He was exhausted. He was in pain. His body was begging to just shut down so he didn't have to deal with this anymore. “Please bring me to her.”

Aizawa leaned down to inspect Bakugo's mangled leg, “Well she’s at the hospital which is where you definitely need to be right now. She won't be out of surgery for hours, so let’s see if we can get that leg looked at while we wait.”

He gritted his teeth, “I don't care about my fucking leg....”

This time Izuku and Kirishima stepped up next to him, each taking an arm to help him walk. Kirishima turned to Aizawa, “Thank you for coming to help... but I think we can handle it from here. We’ll get him to the hospital and call and let you know once we know anything.”

Bakugo grunted as they started moving, “Deku... I asked you to do one fucking thing...” Then he blacked out.

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He woke up to a beeping noise. He almost expected to wake up in a hospital bed. But instead he was on a cot in someone else's room. He groaned as he sat up. His head was killing him.

“Hey man take it easy you’ve been asleep for for almost two days. Don’t sit up too fast.”

Kirishima was sitting in a very uncomfortable looking chair with a magazine in his lap. “Where am I. Whats going on?”

Kirishima gave him a sad look, “We’re in the hospital man. Recovery girl fixed up your leg but your hands are going to need a while to heal. You went plus ultra and them some... How are you feeling?”

The memories all flooded back to him and hit him truck. Y/n...

“Don’t fuck with me and don't sugar coat it shitty hair.... Is she... Did she...?”

Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, “See for yourself.” And gestured behind him.

Bakugo was slow to get up, almost scared at what he would see behind the curtain. He pulled it back with a bandaged hand and his breath got stuck in his throat. There you were. You had a thick breathing tube down your throat, and there was a bandage on your forehead but it was you. Tears pricked his eyes as he pulled up a chair and sat next to you and took your hand. “How did I get here... I mean why didn't I wake up in a room of my own?”

Kirishima blushed, “Well uh... Technically you do have a room, and technically you are supposed to be in there. But I knew when you woke up the only thing you’d care about was y/n... and I was scared you might blow the place up. So I moved you here and have been keeping a lookout for you.”

He didn't deserve a friend like him.

And so a routine began. Bakugo sat in one chair while Kirishima sat in the other. Kirishima would always go get food sometimes Bakugo would actually eat it. They didn't talk much other than the occasional small talk, which he was thankful for.

After about a week and a half Kirishima convinced him that he needed a real shower and good nights sleep in his own bed. But Bakugo didn't want to back to his apartment without you. It would feel too empty.

So he did something kind of impulsive. He called your landlord and terminated your lease. He spent the next three days moving all of your stuff into his place.

It was almost therapeutic. During this time he could pretend you were just off on a mission and he was going to surprise you when you came home. He cleaned out half of his closet and scoffed at how many pairs of shoes you had. He swears he’s only seen you wear like 3 or four of them.

He was judging you the whole time he cleaned out your kitchen, “Shit does she really not own any real food.” He wondered how you survived before you started dating.

He was doing okay until he got to the hoodie he ha leant you all those months ago in the snow. He held it to his nose and sure enough it smelt like you. He didn't have many tears left in him so he just sat there in the middle of your almost empty apartment and stared at it. Your last words echoing in his ears.

You had said you loved him... And he never got the chance to say it back... What if he never gets to.

Next thing he knew he was back at the hospital. It was way past visiting hours but he’d like to see someone try to keep him out.

He ended up back in that same chair he basically lived in and took your hand. “Y/n.. you stubborn stubborn women. You have no idea what you’re putting me through. Remember when I asked you, no scratch that begged you to always put your safety before mine? I know you do because we’ve fought about, like a lot. Well you just had to have the last word huh?”

He put his head down on his other hand while he played with your fingers, “I moved all your stuff into my apartment by the way. I know you’ll probably throw a fit when you find out because I didn't ask you first but I’m okay with that.”

“You now you really need to wake up soon. Your birthday is coming up and if we’re being honest I don't remember which day it is. I only remember its in February because at UA I would always get you something and slip it into your bag when you weren't around. And you’d always comment later that someone kept forgetting your birthday but you couldn't figure out who it was... yeah that person was me.”

He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It wasn’t like you could hear him anyways. “Listen what I really came here for... was to tell you... I love you too. Its not a new thing either. I think on some level I’ve always loved you. Even that first day when everyone thought we were going to kill each other. Do you remember?”

“You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard practically shaking from nerves. You were terrified of the entrance exam. I, being the charming asshat that I am, decided to call you out for it. I think I called you a weak ass crybaby. Told you heros aren't scared of anything.”

He paused laughing at what came next, “Well you weren't having any of that. No. So you teleported behind me and pulled down my pants in front of all the students about to take the entrance exam. Oh I was so mad! But then you teleported back with that stupid gorgeous smirk on your face and you told me, heros were never caught with their pants down either yet here we are. I remember I was so mad I blew up the bench you were sitting on. It’s still there you know? After all these years, there's just a charred bench that no body sits on.”

He picked his head up to look at you, “You know if this was one of the cheesy movies you always make me watch, you would have woken up while I was talking... I really cant do this without you baby. Please wake up already.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo imagine #my hero academia #mha bakugou #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bhna #bhna bakugou #bhna imagine #bhna x reader

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doggy-48 · 4 years

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So I have a request. Ok so you have to have seen the cliche but great izu and kaachan turned into babies and reader takes care of them. But what if when they turn back to an adult, reader feels a hole in her heart because now she wants a baby. She tries to hide it but, eventually breaks down missing holding a little one. Smut or fluff doesn't matter. I need this 😏😏😏 please and thank you. ❤❤❤❤❤ love your work as always!!

I hope this fic is to your liking! Sorry if it’s not ;_;

A/N

: Sorry if there spelling mistakes or misplaced words or misused words (i’m dumb)! I really need to stop writing fics when i’m running on 3 hours of sleep..AND ALSO thank you boo

(Izuku x Fem!reader, Bakugou x Fem!reader) aged up (cuz like, i couldn’t think of a good story if they were still in u.a)

Izuku

Crying, crying is what woke you out of your peaceful slumber.

“Izuku..what’s wrong..?” You sat up and turned to your boyfriends side of the bed. Izuku is a lil’ crybaby still so you wouldn’t be surprised if he was having one of his moments. But, what you didn’t expect was a baby, a baby?

You would’ve thought a random baby somehow made it’s way into your home, but the wild hair and emerald eyes poking out of the over sized clothes let you know it was Izuku.

You have no clue how this happened, it was probably another one of those villains with weird quirks like this.

You’re not gonna lie..Izuku is adorable as a baby, but you have no clue how to take care of a baby, do you need to buy baby food? do you need to buy diapers? Your head started to hurt, it was way too early for you to start thinking.

You got up from the bed and went into a stretch, for however long this last it’s gonna take a lot of patience. You didn’t hate babies, you just weren’t good with them, every time you held them they would just cry and cry.

And you’ve seen children be little rebels all the time, you think you would go crazy if you had a child, but you always thought what you and Izuku’s baby would look like. You sighed and walked over to Izuku’s side of the bed and pulled off the over sized clothes he was wiggling in.

“Awhh.” He did look adorable, but he was loud and crying. “What am i gonna do with you?” You leaned down and wiped the tears away from his eyes, as soon as his eyes turned to you his crying died down. “Oh geez thank god, no offense but you’re crying was a little annoying babe.” You gave his nose a little boop and stood up fully and went to go fetch your phone, the U.A group chat needed to know about this.

Maybe even Jirou will lend you a hand since she has a child with Denki. Or maybe her hands are full? Well, you will never know until she sees.

You got your phone from the charger on the nightstand and turned on your heel, walking back over to Izuku, who seemed to finally to stop crying. You turned on your phone and opened the camera app, you squatted down and turned the camera to Izuku and snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat after.

You: You guys know any age weirdo villains? cuz like, look at Izuku ;_;

Bakugou >:C: Yeah, that stupid nerd fought one not to long ago.

Well, you got the reason why this happened.

Denki: Do you even know how to take care of a child?

You: Nope! but i was gonna ask Jirou for advice

Denki: I’m here!

You: I’ll pass

Denki: >:c

A couple of hours went by, Jirou heard about the news and came by giving you diapers, baby clothes that her baby grew out of, baby food, and some other things. You thanked her for her tips and kindness.

Over time you figured out how diapers work and how to put the baby clothes on Izuku.

It’s only been a couple hours and your ears already hurt from Izuku crying every time you left the room to go do something. You ended up having to fall asleep in the room with Izuku so he wouldn’t start screaming.

You thought this was a nightmare and couldn’t wait for him to turn back. Having to stay by his side every day so he wouldn’t curse your sleep, even tho he would still cry when he wasn’t getting attention or food. You thought you wanted it all to end.

By the time Izuku turned back to normal you fell asleep for hours, you thought the nightmare was finally over.

But, as time went on you kinda missed singing little songs to help ease Izuku to sleep, or fake crying to mock his loud level of crying, or doing the silly airplane food trick to get him to eat. All the things you thought were annoying you suddenly started missing, Yeah, Izuku was already a baby, since he always craved your affection, and he was pretty whiny.

But, everyday when you passed by the baby clothes Jirou gave you, you couldn’t help but frown and miss the little whiny baby Izuku.

You thought you were finally over it until you and Izuku thought it’d be a good time to go on a shopping run since you were running pretty low on food and snacks, You two walked hand in hand down the aisles picking all the food you needed, it was all going well until you heard a little baby crying.

You turned your head in the way of the crying, and you saw the baby and it’s mother, the mother trying to desperately calm down her baby that was wiggling about in the cart, you let out a low chuckle. It reminded of when you rocked Izuku back in fourth in your arms and sung him little songs trying to get to stop crying. Why did you miss it all the sudden? It was a nightmare, or at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head over to Izuku who was giving you little worried eyes. You smiled. “Yeah! I’m fine, let’s continue getting all the stuff we need.” You turned away and led him down the aisles, glancing back at the baby as you both walked down the aisle.

The more children you passed in the large shopping mart the more you missed having to wake up to the devils screams (Izuku’s loud crying). You even started to miss the annoying things, like changing his diaper for the 3rd time that day, or when you were about to fall asleep he’d cry to be fed. The little things.

The more the day went on the worse your mood got, and Izuku picked up on it pretty quickly.

As soon as you guys got back to your shared home and set everything down he was fast to question you. “Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Izuku looked really worried at this point, worrying if you something at the store bothered you.

“N-no..” Your voice cracked, why were you so sad over seeing a couple babies at the store, you didn’t miss having baby Izuku that much, did you?

“What’s wrong? Did you not want to go to the store? Did i-” “It’s just- you..i miss you as a baby...” You looked down at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

“That’s nothing to cry about..and i thought you said you hated me being a whiny baby..” “I thought i did, but- i guess not..But! i- i know we can’t have one, you are busy and i don’t want to mess up your hero c-” Izuku cut you off with a kiss. “I’ll always make room for you Y/n, But, are you sure you want a baby?” Your eyes widened, was he serious? Don’t people need like a long talk about this?!

You nodded anyway, your head moving without you even noticing. Suddenly you were being swept off your feet, being carried bridal style to you and Izuku’s shared bedroom. “Your wish is my command” Izuku smiled.

You were sent down on the bed, Izuku crawling on top of you and placing soft kisses on your jawline and along your neck.

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you, Y/n..”

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Bakugou

You woke up to something patting your face, hands?

When you opened you eyes you saw a baby, a baby who looked a awful like your boyfriend. Wait, why is there a baby in your bed?!

You shot up, causing the baby to fall over, but it didn’t start cry.

You inspected the baby further and after you saw no sign of Bakugou and a baby who looked a lot like him in front of you, you assumed that this was Bakugou.

You weren’t that surprised, Bakugou has got hit with a lot of weird quirks over the past years you’ve known him. And having to deal with them until they eventually wore off.

You grunted and sat up, picking up Bakugou from his back, and sitting him up properly. “Y’know, i’m kinda glad that you turned into a baby and not like a 5 year old child because i don’t think i’d have the patience to deal with the devil’s child.”

Babies in your book were okay, wouldn’t mind having them but you always thought you wouldn’t be a good mother, and being with Bakugou, having a baby with him just means you have to pray that the baby doesn’t take his grumpy, loud, and rebellious traits. Because you have patience to deal with one Bakugou, but if he has a double of himself you’d probably go crazy.

“See, does this mean i have to buy baby stuff?” ‘That’s too much work’ you thought to yourself, today was supposed to be your lazy day with Bakugou, but instead you were greeted with..this.

You sighed and started to get up, Bakugou’s little face turning into a pout as you got up, grabbing your phone. “Stay, don’t crawl off the bed or something.”

You ended asking Mina for help since she had a child, and she was more than happy to come over and give you stuff, and take numerous pictures of Bakugou to tease him about when he turned back to normal.

She helped give tips and stayed to help for an hour before she had to leave to tend to own baby. ‘Duty calls.’ is what she said before she ran out the door.

Taking care of Bakugou wasn’t so much of a drag, since he didn’t cry that often, but he also almost never cried when you stayed near him, the biggest struggle was changing diapers and feeding him, he would always wiggle when you tried to change him and he would turn his head away any time you would hold a spoon up his mouth. You even tried the plane and train trick, didn’t work.

You didn’t even try to figure out how Bakugou turned into a baby, you quite enjoyed him being a baby, Since you probably already had an idea a villain did it. You had to much fun listening to his little giggles he made when you tickled his feet to care, it wasn’t that much tiring as you thought it would be.

You didn’t want to admit it, but when Bakugou turned back you immediately missed him being a baby, even though you didn’t do that much with him him you still enjoyed him being a baby, you tried to ignore it because you knew Bakugou didn’t have time to talk about a baby when he needed to be #1 Hero. But he obviously caught on without you realizing.

He caught on when he caught you staring at all the baby stuff Mina lent you, at first he didn’t think much of it but it started happening almost every time he saw you.

“Don’t tell you want a baby now.” Bakugou was leaning against your shared bedroom’s door frame. You jumped at his words, gripping the baby clothes in your hand tighter. “What! No..I was just- uh- going...to- thinking about when i was g-gonna give these back...yeah!” Bakugou wasn’t buying it, especially since you didn’t look sure yourself.

“Y/n don’t lie to me.” “I’m nooot. I’m being serious.” You whined. “Plus, even if i did want one, which i totally do not. You don’t have time since you have to be #1 hero remember!” Bakugou lips were in a fine line as he crossed his arms. “Who said i can’t be #1 hero and a #1 father?” “See i t-...wait what?” “You heard me.” See, now if he was joking this wasn’t funny.

“I may want to be #1 hero, but, i will always make time for your wishes, even that means it being a baby.”

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linphd · 5 years

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shoto x flirty!reader | unexpected

shoto todoroki x reader

female reader

The guys are getting annoyed that the prettiest girl of Yuei is obviously closer to Shoto.

warning : alcohol towards the end

you aren’t that flirty but you still are obvious with shoto sksksk

Maybe it was because he wasn't talking much and that when he was, he was witty. Or maybe it was because he had one of the most powerful quirks in the class. Or maybe it was just the looks. But (Y/N) (L/N) had decided it was Shoto Todoroki that she liked.

Some boys couldn't understand. She was pretty as fuck, and many were attracted to her, even Neito Monoma. But it was not even worth it to try ; she would brush them away whenever Shoto appeared. And it was pissing them off.

However, it wasn't like the boy was brushing her away neither. Maybe he felt forced to hang out with her, but they were eating together at lunch, they worked well when they were paired together, and Shoto wasn't pushing her away when she ruffled his hair to mix the two colors, or when she jumped on his back. That was pissing off the other boys even more.

Yuei had organized a dance, with many heroes as security guards, in case some villains had decided to attack the school again. And the students were wearing fancy clothes, even Jiro had put on a dress. ''Are you going to ask Denki to dance with you ? -(Y/N) ! No ! It's just that I wanted to make some effort...'' She said, making her friend roll her eyes.

Then the party began. Neito was talking to (Y/N). He grabbed a lock of her hair but she stopped him. ''Don't do that, I took some time to do my hair.'' He rolled his eyes and kept talking after releasing it. Some of 1 year students had joined them in their conversation, and that helped (Y/N) to sneak out to join Shoto when he finally arrived.

''Shoto ! What took you so long ?'' She chuckled, and he showed her his bow tie. It seemed like he had struggle to put it on. ''Here.'' She said, after tying it correctly for him. ''Thanks, (Y/N).'' He said, smiling a bit at her. Then they walked to some of their classmates to talk with them.

After some time, (Y/N) had gone with Mina and Jiro, while Shoto had stayed with the Dekusquad. And Present Mic -being the DJ- had decided to put on a valse. What was a dance with teenagers full of hormones without a valse or a slow ? And surprisingly, Shoto offered a dance to (Y/N). It was surprising because some boys were already fighting to dance with her. ''May I help you ? I'll drag you away from the drama.'' He smiled a bit, stretching his hand at her.

She giggled and took it. Of course Shoto knew how to dance, he knew everything -except tying a bow correctly. They started to dance, and that's when Shoto realized he loved her. Indeed, he bent her, for the dance, and some of her hair fell on her face. So he took the lock to put it away. And he stared at her face, before realizing what he was doing. He straightened her up, and since his heart was beating fast, and his cheeks were burning, and she was so close and beautiful -his fire appeared because he was overwhelmed with emotions. He immediately stopped it before pushing her a bit.

He panicked, breathing heavily. ''I'm so sorry, are you okay ?! I didn't mean for my fire to appear, I hope I didn't burn you !'' He kept asking her questions and blaming himself until she took back his hand. ''Calm down. It didn't reach our hands anyway.''

They finished the dance, even though Shoto was blushing and avoiding her gaze, so his fire won't be out of control again. Then, he excuses himself and walked away while the girl just rolled her eyes and walk back to her friends. ''Have you seen that ?! When I touched her hair she stopped me ! And here, she let him ?! Nonsense.'' Monoma was still mumbling about his jealousy when Shoto walked passed him. They exchanged a gaze.

Shoto stayed outside for a moment. He didn’t talk to anyone, to clear his mind about (Y/N). And she didn’t help, since she arrived. She was obviously drunk ; what a great idea to put some punch at a dance. ‘’Shotoooo why did you walk away ?’’ she giggled, grabbing his arm. ‘’(Y/N)... sorry, I needed some air. And why did you drink this much ? -Oh, you noticed... Well, it tasted really good and it didn’t hit until I drank too much.’’

Seeing the sad look on her face, Shoto played with one of her locks. ‘’It’s okay, I’m not your mom. We’re all going back to the dorms anyway, you won’t get in trouble...’’ He looked like he was about to say something else, but she grabbed his collar and kissed him. And the burning sensation was even stronger.

This time, his fire touched her a bit, and he pulled away rapidly, covering her of ice instead. ‘’Did you get burn ? Are you okay ?! I’m so sorry !’’ She was about to answer him when an explosion could be heard. Villains. There were so many, so many of them, of course the heroes couldn’t handle all of them at the same time.

(Y/N) was taken away by some villain, since Shoto had stuck her in ice. The students instantly attacked back, with the help of their teachers. One villain grabbed (Y/N) close to him. ‘’Isn’t that (Y/N) (L/N), daughter of Korosen ? ‘The unkillable’ Korosen ! And he’s not in Japan nowadays, right ?’’ closer and closer, and she couldn’t use her quirk because of Shoto. ‘’(Y/N) !’’ He shouted. Surely everyone that remained inside the building had heard him. He used his fire, and the villains let the girl fall.

‘’Endeavor’s son ! Come on !’’ Oh, he will come for you, sure. Shoto used his fire like he never had before, and even his dad -who had been called to help- had noticed it. He then used ice to mix with the ice (Y/N) was already stuck in, so it won’t break when she lands on the ground.

Once the villains were defeated and the paparazzis were busy -that had been the biggest villains attack of the year-, Shoto ran to the girl, making his ice melt by hugging her close to him. ‘’I’m so sorry you couldn’t fight because of my ice, and-‘’ he got cut by the girl herself. ‘’SHOTO ! I’m sorryyyyyyy !’’ She started to whine, sobbing in his chest. ‘’I was drunk and I kissed you so you paniiiicked !’’

He looked away. ‘’I... did not panicked.’’ She giggled and wiped her tears seeing his face, before cupping his cheeks and kissing him again. ‘’Thank you for saving me anyway. You should use your fire even more often, it’s very effective.’’ And as Shoto was about to answer, he got cut again. ‘’Icy-hot ended up with crybaby ?’’ Bakugou groaned.

Kirishima patted his shoulder. ‘’They have names, you know...’’ Kaminari yelled at them. ‘’WHY HIM ?! OH MY GOD SHE KISSED HIM !’’ Shoto arched an eyebrow. ‘’Twice.’’ The blonde gasped. ‘’TWICE ?! EVEN WORST !’’ Monoma touched Shoto’s back and then made fire with his right arm. ‘’I can do that too, see ?’’ He sighed, while Monoma smirked at (Y/N).

Shoto rolled his eyes and carried the girl. ‘’She’s drunk. She won’t answer you. I’m bringing her back to the dorms, the party’s over anyway.’’ They all watched him walk away in silence, until Kaminari sighed. ‘’Well, Shoto having feelings was unexpected.’’ Monoma groaned, walking back to the main building. Well, neither him, or Kaminari, or those boys from the general course expected her to end up with someone else than them.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto

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doubledeaky · 5 years

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Under Pressure

Roger Taylor x Reader

A/N: Hi, everyone! So this is my entry for the @writingfortoomanyfandoms 1k writing challenge! The prompt I chose is “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them,” and the pairing is Roger and reader (duh). Hope you all enjoy and if you’re interested, join the challenge! The deadline is July 15th, so there’s still plenty of time to enter! Thank you all for the support! As always, feedback and requests are much appreciated! Much love! -m:)

Summary: Working with Queen would be more fun if there wasn't a certain blonde drummer constantly driving you up the wall. Roger’s antics are starting to wear you out and when your anger finally boils over you learn a lot about the rock star, including the reason why he’s always in your hair.

Word Count: 1,814 words

Warnings: cursing

Being hired as the assistant tour manager for the biggest rock band in the better part of all seven continents was truly a dream come true; but, at times, it could be a nightmare. The constant work load and sometimes absurd demands of the band members were beginning to grind your nerves. They definitely kept you on your toes and sometimes it was beneficial. Now, it was driving you mad. You enjoyed your job, truly, but right now, Queen was insufferable. No, Roger was insufferable; the other three band members were actually quite pleasant employers.

It was Roger who put in an insurmountable effort to piss you off every day. His antics were constant. From the moment you’d begun working for the band six months ago, he was constantly in your hair; teasing and ridiculing you mercilessly. The other three musicians tried to assure you that it was all in good fun and you trusted their better judgement, having known Roger a lot longer than you, but under the current circumstances, the things he’d usually pull were an especially sharp thorn in your side.

Today was no different. You were sat at your usually spot, concentrating on creating a rough draft of potential tour dates. It didn’t take long for Roger to find you; he should be busying himself with songwriting, but annoying you was always his first priority. He waltzed into the small office, a practiced nonchalance to his stride. He smirks mischievously when he finds you right where you’d usually be on a normal weekday. His arms cross over his toned, sun-kissed chest and he shifts the majority of his weight to his right hip.

“Y/L/N, you’re here early.” He quips, the grin contorting his features evident in his speech. You roll your eyes and sit back in your seat, closing your eyes and bracing for impact. His smirk only grew, looking forward to what you were prepared to spit back at him.

“I’m not, but thank you for the good morning, Taylor.” You huff, focusing your attention back to the pile of scribbled notes and typed documents. He bites his lip to stifle a satisfied smile, stalking over towards you to continue his cruel game.

“What’re you working on?” He asks, words carrying a small amount of sincerity. You were slightly taken aback by his question, but still cautious as you answer him.

“A potential tour schedule. Just writing down a few dates for the American leg.” You explain, holding out the rough, handwritten schedule to him. His expression is smug, and you regretted trying to make civil conversation with him the moment the paper left your hands. He furrows his brows as his baby blue eyes scan over the length of the paper. He smirks, shrugging with a relaxed ease as he hands the now crumpled piece of paper back to you.

“Looks good, but your handwriting is shit.” He says, snickering as he leans onto the cobalt painted wall. Your cheeks begin to burn, the anger that had been steadily growing within you over the past few weeks close to spilling over. You ignore his comment, turning in your chair to continue jotting down important notes.

“I was planning on discussing the dates later with the four of you. This is just a draft. It’s subject to change.” You mumble, continuing the previous conversation as if he hadn’t just insulted you. He’s not listening though, only brainstorming ways in which he can anger you further.

“Don’t know how we’ll be able to read your chicken scratch.” He mumbles, as if gossiping to a friend of his behind your back. You grit your teeth hard, jaw setting painfully as the grip you have on your pencil tightens. You ignore him nevertheless, eyes still glued to the papers before you. He sees it appropriate to continue, unsatisfied until your trembling with anger, calling him every vulgar name in the book.

“I mean, how old are you? I’ve never-“

You turn your head suddenly, the action stopping Roger’s words dead in their tracks. You narrow your glazed over eyes, aflame with anger and disdain.

“Piss off, you annoying prick.” You hiss through gritted teeth, the words leaving your mouth in a manner harsher than you had intended. Roger backs away, a bit dazed from the heavy blow your words brought upon his head. You grimace, feeling a bit guilty and turn towards him fully in your swiveling desk chair.

Roger’s head is tilted back and he’s exhaling in short puffs from between clamped teeth. You raise both brows, confused, until you realize he’s trying to prevent hot tears from streaking his face. You breath out sharply in disbelief, nearly a scoff. He had to be joking if he thought this crybaby act was going to fool you. You lean back in your chair and cross your arms over your chest, challenging him.

“Oh, Roger, c’mon. You know I was just fooling. You can’t-“ you try to explain, hands gesturing animatedly but he cuts you off with a bitter laugh.

“Save it.” He hisses, wiping now angry tears away with the heel of his palm. Your eyes widen, taken aback by the venom in his words. You were confused beyond words and guilt was biting annoyingly at the floor of your stomach. You sigh and fold your hands in your lap. You look back up at him, his cheeks are red hot and tears glisten and tremble in the corner of his eyes. His breathing is uneven, and his pointed gaze is focused on anything other than you.

“Roger, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would upset you this much.” You mumble, picking at the skin around your fingernails. You were never very good with apologies, your pride much too large to give in to the idea that you’d been the one that fucked up and not the other party.

Roger scoffs, turning his head to the side and then meeting your eyes. His once baby blues were now a deep navy, surrounded in a pool of angry red wires. You felt nervous, more than certain he was preparing to chew you out.

“Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” He spits, shaking his head in swift nods right to left, blond hair shifting with the movement. His finger comes up to his face, bruised knuckle wiping away a stray tear. You're frozen in your seat, his words sending a shock through your system.

“Roger, I-I’m sorry I-“ you stutter, now desperate to apologize to him, afraid he would have you fired or worse, afraid he’d never speak to you again. He was quick though, already out the door in a flash of bright colors before you could finish your warbled sentence.

Yes, Roger could be annoying; insufferable even, but you’d grown fond of him. The small crush you’d developed for the blonde only growing with each interaction, no matter how heated each one had gotten you. Now, the one time you respond to his harmless teasing, you bring him to tears. You chastise yourself harshly as you sit up from your chair, following the trail you assumed he’d taken out of the door. You pace the interior of the studio frantically until you reach the back exit, opening it with haste. He was right where you should have expected him to be, sat against the exterior brick wall of the studio, smoking a cigarette. You sigh, walking up to him cautiously before plopping down next to him. He doesn’t move or flinch, only stares at you with irritated, red-rimmed eyes. You turn to face him, expression harboring shame and guilt. His demeanor softens, but his expression remains stoic and the deafening silence is an unspoken indication for you to speak.

“Look, Rog. I’m sorry. I’ve been stressed and today just wasn’t my day. I-“

“I get it, Y/N. I’m sorry for being such a prick, really. It’s just…I’ve had so many people in my life call me annoying and I can brush it off most of the time, it doesn’t bother me. It gets to you at first, but you move on. It’s different when the only person you actually fucking care about says it, though. It hurts differently.” He confesses, eyes never meeting yours.

You freeze, stunned by his words. Roger had essentially just said, without a hint of his usual sarcastic wit, that he cares about you and exclusively you. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you try to choke out a response.

“What?” You breath out, all systems in your body stalling for a moment from his unexpected words.

“I just like you so much that I get nervous and say stupid shit. I want to be around you all the time; I wanna talk to you. I know trying my best to piss you off probably wasn’t the best way to win you over but, I guess you know how I feel about you now.” He grins sadly, puffing desperately on his cigarette.

“You like me?” You whisper, still a bit stunned. Eyes blown wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Yes, haven’t I made that quite obvious now?” He quips, letting out a sputtering laugh. You sigh, breathing out an airy giggle and rubbing your cold hands over your face.

“Roger, we’re grown adults. If you wanted to tell me that you liked me, you could have just said so.” You laugh, shaking your head softly in disbelief.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He laughs, turning his body to face you, hands brushing softly against yours.

“You are so lucky I like you too. I don’t know why, but I do.” You joke, brushing some blonde hair away from his slightly sweaty forehead. He grins, eyes closing softly as he leans into your touch. He sighs, composing himself and flicking his spent cigarette onto the pavement.

“Let’s start over, yeah?” He asks, hopeful, eyes now redeemed of their childlike glow.

“Yeah.” You smile, lacing your fingers through his, the heat of his touch warming you despite the cold air surrounding you both.

“I’m Roger Taylor, and you are my girlfriend. Sound good?” He asks, pointing at you playfully and scooting closer to you. You smile widely, mimicking his actions.

“Sounds great.” You whisper, finally bringing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He immediately kisses back, the tension in his chest finally dissipating as he melts into your touch. He pulls away, eyes closed and smile wide and bright.

“Who knew being an annoying prick could get you a girlfriend?” He breaths, laughing as he pulls you up from the ground and into a hug. You giggle, pressing your finger to his chest gently.

“Only you could manage that.” You say, settling into his warm embrace.

“Guess I’m just smooth like that.” He quips, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand tightly in yours.

“You wish.” You joke, smiling sweetly as you lead him back inside to release six months’ worth of pent up frustration.

- Thank you all for reading! If you’d like to enter the challenge go here! Happy writing! -m:)

#courts1kwritingchallenge #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #queen #queen imagines #queen band #john deacon #brian may #freddie mercury #borhap #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody

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its-shiber · 5 years

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Until Then Pt. 2

You wanted to get out of that room but you knew you couldn’t make it out of the door without the camera’s catching you. You reluctantly watched and listened to the dance trainer’s frustrated remarks. Seeing Hyunsuk taking so much criticism was a tough sight to see. Your heart was racing, face clearly looking concerned and a lump was forming in your throat from holding back your tears of everything. Pity, anger, frustration, sadness - everything you felt just watching one of your best friends as he stood there in silence.

“Are you really the future of YG? Hyunsuk?

“I’m sorry..”

“You came to a YG program. What are you going to do if you make mistakes?”

You knew criticism was part of being an idol, part of any career in fact, but knowing that they were being twice as hard on him just because he was a YG trainee still didn’t sit well with you. You couldn’t help but feel concern for him. You had the biggest urge to just take his hand and take him away from the situation, away from everything there that could hurt him. But you couldn’t and it pained your heart having to just watch as he got berated. His expression was downcast and he could only yield and apologize.

“You have to take responsibility. Don’t play around. Please, Hyunsuk.”

“Yes…”

“Hurry up and go. You need to practice”

Once they were dismissed, the trainees left the dance room in silence and the cameras in the room stopped recording. One cameraman followed the group to film their reactions and you quietly followed behind him, making sure not to get in the shot.

Outside, the trainees all had discouraged expressions, especially Hyunsuk. Your heart broke when you saw him with his cap covering his eyes and head hung low. Jaeyoung approached him and noticed the heavy atmosphere. He gave him a hug and Hyunsuk finally let out the tears he was holding in.

“Don’t cry… Did something happen?” Jaeyoung asked as he held Hyunsuk and gently stroked his head in an attempt to comfort him. Hyunsuk was too overwhelmed with emotions to respond with words and tears continued to stream down his face.

The next thing you knew, you felt tears slip out of your eyes. You quickly wiped them away but at this point, your emotions had already gotten the best of you and you couldn’t stop yourself. Your tears continued to fall as you stood behind the scenes.

A few moments later, Byounggon had entered, no doubt because he was informed of the state his best friend was in. Jaeyoung moved aside and Byounggon took the turn to comfort and immediately hugged the still crying Hyunsuk.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, worry evident in his voice.

Hyunsuk only managed to cry out another apology.

Shortly after, Junkyu came running in with a look of worry on his face and the two YG trainees huddled around Hyunsuk. You wanted to join in and offer your comforting but you thought it’d be best to give the trainees time to calm both themselves and Hyunsuk down. The cameraman stopped filming soon after and you were grateful he had chosen to do so as it gave the trainees real privacy to let their emotions out.

At that point, you managed to stop crying but your eyes were red and swollen and your cheeks were wet with tears, making it clear to anyone that you had been crying. You felt a tap on the side of your arm and you saw that it was Junkyu offering you some tissues to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. He gave you a small smile and you quietly thanked him as you took the tissues and wiped the tears dry.

“Oh no, our little Y/N is also crying!” You heard Jaeyoung announce to no one in particular. He was probably hoping to lighten up the mood by joking around a bit.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself, especially because you were still a bit emotional, you quickly denied.

“Haha! No, I’m not! I’m fine, really”

“Then explain why your eyes are swollen and why you sound so nasally? Hm?”

You looked at Jaeyoung, then over to Hyunsuk who had looked up upon hearing your name. He was now looking at you. His eyes still letting tears out and his face just had a look of complete defeat and helplessness. Upon seeing him look so down, your emotions bubbled up and your eyes began welling up again.

“ Because… I - How could I not…”

You slowly made your way to Hyunsuk who stood still but maintained eye contact with you. Byoungon and Junkyu initially backed away to give you two some space but Jaeyoung called them over along with the other trainees to get back to practicing and to give you both some privacy. He knew you’d both feel more at ease without everyone watching you two in such vulnerable states.

When you reached Hyunsuk, your lips quivered and your tears threatened to fall. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and you gripped onto his red jersey. The fabric had begun soaking in your tears and he could hear you sniffling. You felt Hyunsuk wrap his arms around your body. One around your back and the other cradling your head gently as he rested his chin on the top of it.

“Hey you crybaby, why are you crying? I was the one getting yelled at” he said with a nasally voice and a hint of playfulness.

This only made you cry harder because you knew he was trying to put up a front. Even with your head buried at the crook of his neck, vision blocked, you knew that Hyunsuk was faking a smile to hide his pain. You knew that he hated to see you cry and he would do anything to stop your tears from falling, even if it meant hiding his own sadness. But you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to bottle up his feelings for you. You wanted him to openly show you his vulnerabilities just as he would always allow you to.

You shook your head in response and he listened to you while he stroked your hair to try and comfort you.

“Don’t force yourself to stop crying. I know you’re hurting right now, Hyunsuk. I’ve already told you didn’t I? You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m crying because I’m so frustrated. I know how hard you’ve been working to debut and it just sucks that you have to go through all of this.”

“I know…I know. But it’s part of the path I chose. You know it’s my dream to debut. I’ll be going through much more emotionally and physically draining things than this…And I hope you’ll be there for me when those times come, just as you are now”

You lifted your head up from his shoulders, looked him straight in the eye and gave a reassuring smile.

“Of course I will. That’s what best friends are for.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to give him a proper hug but as you did, you missed the sad smile Hyunsuk had on his face upon hearing your last sentence.

2:47 A.M

After the rough day full of criticism, Hyunsuk made sure to spend the rest of the day with practice. He focused on improving the team’s performances first which took up most of what was left of the day. He only began to practice for his own improvement once everyone had finished for the night. They all thanked one another for the help, especially Hyunsuk, after everything that happened. A few invited Hyunsuk to return to their rooms after the night of practicing but Hyunsuk insisted on staying back and improving his part.

You were one of those few who told him to get some rest but he stood firm on his decision to stay back. So instead, you decided you wanted to stay with him to keep him company and offer any encouragement he may have needed. As expected, Hyunsuk didn’t like the idea of you losing sleep because of him but you were just as stubborn when you made up your mind. After a lot of push and pull, Hyunsuk gave in and let you stay with him late into the night as he continued to practice the dance for his team performance.

There was only two of you in the practice room: Hyunsuk dancing in the center of the room facing the mirror while you sat against the opposite wall quietly watching him. He had replayed the song over and over, dancing the same routine tirelessly. In your eyes, he already seemed to have everything down perfectly but he insisted that there was still room for improvement.

At one point, he took off the sweater he was wearing because he had started to become too hot from wearing two layers and he told you to wear it to keep yourself warm. He was left in his black shirt while you were soaked up in the scent of his grey sweater. You’d never admit it, but you always secretly loved it when he offered you his clothes because they smelled like him and it was almost as if he was constantly there, giving you a hug.

About an hour later, he stopped the music which caused you to look up from your phone which you had been using to take small videos of him every now and then.

“Are you finally done for the night?” You asked as you watched him make his way over to you.

Plopping down beside you, Hyunsuk lay his head on top of your legs. “Nah, just taking a small break”.

“Mhm. And then two minutes later you’ll fall asleep and I’ll be forced to drag you back to your room”.

“Shh..Just let me take a break” He whined.

You chuckled and you reached your hand over to play with his fluffy hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. You began to hum a soft tune and he opened one eye to take a peek at you.

“Are you trying to get me to fall asleep?”.

“Maybe~,” You said with a shrug and continued to hum and gently run your fingers through his hair.

A few minutes passed with Hyunsuk just laying in your lap and his eyes closed. You almost thought he fell asleep until he opened both eyes and just stared at you in silence. You bent over slightly so that your face was directly above his.

“Hm? What are you staring at? Are you awed by my beautiful face and voice?” You teased.

Hyunsuk maintained his facial expression and continued to gaze at you.

“Hey… After this competition, if I debut… I want to tell you something.”

“After? Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Because… I just feel like now wouldn’t be the right time. But if I debut - no, when I debut, I want to tell you. I want you to listen to me carefully then okay?” Hyunsuk said quietly.

You stared at him for a few seconds, honestly a bit worried by the sound of the seriousness this future conversation may have. Nonetheless, you agreed with a nod.

“Okay. I’ll hear what you have to say”

♡

I didn’t think it’d take this long to finish this whole plot I had in mind but it keeps changing! There will be a part 3 sometime soon in the future…Not sure when but it’s coming! Once again, I’d like to thank everyone who’s read my first two scenarios! No matter the number, it truly means a lot! Thank you for reading~

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ibroughtthisonmyselfpixels · 5 years

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SIBLING TAG GAME!!

Jernigan Central [x] [SUBSCRIBE | 2.4m]

Peter: “--gonna ask you a few questions about each other, okay? And you’ve gotta answer honestly for the camera.”

Yasmin: “Sure, Dad!”

Heart: *timidly* “Mm-hm.”

Peter: “Okay, l- oh, let’s thank Clover Vlogs for tagging us in this first. Can you say--”

Heart, Yasmin: “Thank you, Clover Vlogs.”

Peter: “That’s my good girls!”

1. Which one of you two is the older sibling?

Heart: “Uh, I am. By about a year and a half, I think?”

Yasmin: “W-wait, I thought it was two years?”

Heart: “No, a year and a - you were born right before Momma--”

Yasmin: *loudly* “Yeah, but you were still a toddler a year and a half ‘fore that. So it’s gotta be two years.”

Heart: “Hang on, I’m eight now, so - ” *counts on fingers* “If I was little in 2015, and now I’m eight, that’s four...” *falters* “W-wha’?”

Peter: “Don’t think too hard about it, sweetie. Heart’s the older sister, that’s all we need to know.”

Heart: *relieved* “Okee.”

2. What do you like about your sibling?

Yasmin: “I like Heart because she’s... she’sssss got a really nice name - I wish I had a name like Heart. And she’s got a big one, too. A heart. She likes taking care of me and helping with keeping my room clean, and she’s a great, good big sister.”

Heart: “Aww! I, uh, I like that Yasmin’s really into things. She tries everything and she gets really happy when she does it - it’s infectious!”

3. What annoys you about your sibling?

Heart: “Well, sh- she gets really sad as well. And when she gets sad, she can be a bit of a crybaby.”

Yasmin: *tearing up* “I’m not a crybaby! You’re the crybaby.”

Heart: “Only cus you cry!”

Yasmin: *crosses arms* “Hmph. Nothing wrong with crying anyway... Dad, can I make that my answer?”

Peter: “Make what your answer?”

Yasmin: “I don’t like when Heart talks about being sad or crying like it’s a bad thing. She says I’m meant to be brave and brave people don’t cry, but that’s not true - brave people cry all the time, right, Dad?”

Peter: “Y- yes, that’s right, Yasmin. They do.”

Heart: *grouses* “Not s’posed to.”

4. Describe your sibling(s) with three adjectives.

Heart: “Yas--”

Yasmin: “Me first! Heart, uh, Heart is shy, and - she’s family, and... really pretty!”

Heart: *shakes head*

Yasmin: “You are!”

Heart: “If you say so. Um... Yasmin’s talkative, and smart, and... what else? ... for-really pretty.”

Yasmin: “Thanks!”

5. What is your sibling’s/siblings’ biggest talent(s)?

Yasmin: “Heart likes going to gymnastics classes. They don’t let you guys in there, but she’s really good at doing stuff and wearing the leotard. I bet you’d say so if you saw ‘er.”

Heart: “Y- sure. And Yasmin’s better at numbers than me - I don’t need to help her with her maths homework at all. I think she’s gonna be a calculator when she grows up!”

6. What is your sibling(s) really bad at?

Heart, Yasmin: “Walking the dog.”

Heart: “Hey!!”

Yasmin: “Well, you keep forgetting! I don’t forget!”

Heart: “I know you don’t forget, but you can’t hold on to her leash! She keeps running off to sniff trees and poop and you let go of it.”

Yasmin: “It says keep off the grass! If I go on the grass, I’m part of the problem!”

Peter: “Girls, girls, this really isn’t a big deal. I’m the one who takes Sinnamon most of the time, anyway.”

Yasmin: “Still, we wanna help.”

7. Do you have nicknames for each other?

Heart: “Yasmin calls me Harp. When she was little she couldn’t say Heart very well, so she said Harp instead, and it - it sorta stuck.”

Yasmin: *turning red* “I was tongue-tied. Weren’t m’ fault.”

Heart: “No, I know!”

Yasmin: “Uh, Hear- Heart calls me Yas sometimes. Sometimes Minnie. Sometimes little twerp if I borrow her stuff.”

Heart: “It’s not borrowing if you don’t ask!”

8. What’s one thing you can do that your sibling(s) can’t?

Yasmin: *too quickly* “I can borrow Heart’s stuff--”

Heart: “Noooo!!”

Yasmin: *ducks head* “Okay, okay, um! I can - I can do math, and... I can chase away the monsters when it gets dark. And... and style my hair in lots of ways!”

Heart: “Yeah, I don’t like things touching my hair, that’s why I don’t wear hats no more. But Yasmin can’t do cartwheels and handstands, and I can! So I’ve got- Oh, and I can do tongue twisters. ‘Denise sees the fleece, Denise sees the fleas, at least Denise could sneeze and fees an- FEED and freeze the fleas.’ See?”

Peter: “Very good!”

9. Did you get along when you were younger?

Heart: “What, when Yasmin was just a baby?”

Peter: “Yeah, I - I suppose. Or a toddler.”

Yasmin: “I remember wanting to play with you and hug you every time you were in the room, so I guess we did?”

Heart: “I remember that too. Daddy did a great job of telling me you were coming and what they’d have to do when you got here, so I didn’t get all jealous of you like Angelina Ballerina.”

Peter: “Hm, we read that book a lot together, huh?”

Heart: “I liked it when M... when we put on the silly voices.”

10. What is your funniest childhood memory of your sibling?

Heart: “I thiiink it was when Yasmin was just learning how to walk and talk. She was taking a lot of steps on her own and called out to Daddy, but he was in the kitchen with supper so he had to run over, and by that time Yasmin’d fell down. And, and then she said “Daaaaaaaddy”, in that kind of voice like - that kind of - in that kind of way like ‘Daaad, you missed it’, and it just made me laugh and I couldn’t stop.”

Yasmin: “I don’t remember that?”

Heart: “Yeah, this was when you were still little, so you wouldn’t.”

Yasmin: “Guess...”

Peter: “What about Heart, Yasmin? What funny things do you remember?”

Yasmin: “I dunno. Heart’s not really a funny sister. She’s a look-after sister.”

11. Are you closer now or when you were younger?

Peter: “I bet you’re gonna say now, for sure.”

Yasmin: “Yep! We’re closer now.”

Heart: “Because we can actually talk to and understand each other!”

Peter: “That’s a plus.”

12. Did you compete with each other?

Heart: “...um... not really?”

Yasmin: “Nah.”

13. Which one of you is more likely to turn out like your… dad?

Yasmin: *tears up* “Or mom?”

Peter: “W- well - I didn’t want to--”

Yasmin: *starts crying*

Peter: “--oh dear...”

Heart: *pats Yasmin’s back* “I- it’s okay, Yas, I’ll take this one. Um...” *quietly* “I think Yasmin’s a lot like Momma was already. She’s more blonde like she was, and, uh, and she’s got that same face when she sees something surprising - the, like, the gasp.”

Peter: *quietly* “The gasp? You still remember that?”

Heart: “Yeah. She’d be all,” *exaggerated gasp* “You know? And Yasmin does that.”

Yasmin, giggling despite crying: “I d- do not.”

Heart: “Sure you do! Now, Yas - do you think I’m more like Daddy, or you are?”

Yasmin: *wipes eyes* “I...” *sniffs* “Iiiiii, maybe you are. Cus you’ve g- you’ve got these dark eyebrows, and - your hair’s more Mom’s than mine, but you’ve still got the black, uh, roots? Is it roots?”

Peter: “Yeah, it’s roots.”

14. Which one is most likely to have a big family?

Heart: “Don’t we have a big family now? We’ve got two grandmas and two grandpas and second-cousins and a dog and--”

Peter: “I think it means have a big family when you grow up.”

Yasmin: “Well, we’ll still have all those grandmas and grandpas and cousins when we grow up, won’t we? So it’ll still be big.”

Peter: “R- right.”

15. What is one thing about your sibling(s) that has changed as you’ve gotten older?

Yasmin: “Our age!”

Peter: *snorts* “Y- Apart from that, Yasmin.”

Heart: “Um, if I can - Yasmin’s gotten more into owls. She used to really hate owls, cus they screeched a lot, but she’s not so bad with it now.”

Yasmin: “And Heart’s gotten, uh... sadder. For - cus she - she’s just gotten sadder, you know?”

Heart: “Sorry...”

16. Who’s better at maths?

Yasmin: “I am!”

Heart: “She’s right, she is. I try a lot, but the numbers keep going away and being all weird, cus I’ve got dys- dys- dysfunctional.”

Yasmin: *nudges Heart* “Nooo, Heart, it’s dyslexia!”

Peter: “Dyscalculia, actually.”

Heart: “Yeah, that!”

Peter: “Dyslexia’s for letters.”

Heart: “Yeah.”

Yasmin: “Oh. ... Do I have dyslexia, Dad?”

Peter: “No, honey, you just got a little confused, and that’s okay. They’re big words for someone your age.”

Yasmin: “Okay, good.”

17. Who is more pessimistic and who is more optimistic?

Peter: *wryly* “Speaking of big words...”

Heart: “What’s a pessimist again?”

Peter: “Someone who’s sad most of the time. And an optimist’s someone who’s happy!”

Yasmin: “Oh, that’s why Grandma Lydia’s so happy! She’s gotta go to the optimist sometimes.”

Heart, before Peter can reply: “If that’s what it means, uh, I think i’m the pessimist. I get sad all the time even though I’m not supposed to.”

Peter: “Heart, we keep telling you, it’s okay to be sad--”

Heart: “But I’m not supposed to! Cus we’re meant to be brave girls. Right?”

Peter: “W- we can talk about this later, Heart.”

Heart: *quietly* “Told you.”

18. Is there anything you don’t like doing together?

Heart: “...”

Yasmin: “Taking baths, I guess. Our bath can fit both of us, but I like bubbles and Heart doesn’t so we don’t like doing it together cus we hav- have ‘different skin care needs’.”

19. Which one of you do you think will get married first?

Yasmin: “No.”

Peter: *chuckling* “No?”

Heart: “Nope. We’re not getting married at all.”

Yasmin: “Gettin’ married’s nothing but trouble. You gotta get the dress and be the bride... no thanks.”

Peter: “Not even in a registry? You don’t have to--”

Yasmin: “Nope, not in a register neither.”

Heart: “We can just live together with Sinnamon when we grow up!”

Peter: *with a wide smile* “Fair enough.”

20. Lastly, how often do you argue?

Heart: “We don’t!” Yasmin: *simultaneously* “All the time!”

*the girls shoot a glare at each other*

Heart: “We do NOT!”

Yasmin: “Do too! We--”

Peter: “Okay, and I think that’s enough for today, girls! Thanks, once again, Clover Vlogs for tagging us in this; don’t forget to like, subscribe, and hit the little bell; and, uh... can you say bye to the viewers?”

Heart: *shrinks back, as if suddenly hyper aware this is going out for broadcast* “Um...”

Yasmin: “Bye, friends! Thanks for watching!”

Heart: “Y-yeah!”

#sims 3 #jernigan central archive #heart jernigan #yasmin jernigan #(/now/ they're starting to get 'em)

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 6 years

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Love is Stronger (Jacksepticeye x Gender Neutral Reader)

Ship: Jacksepticeye x Gender Neutral Reader Request: aaa I really want a fic inspired by: "you can't love someone unless you love yourself first." "Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you? Oh god. I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like." With Jack or one of his egos. And if it is alright, can Jack/whoever you choose be the one replying?? I've had this in my head for so long and I'm dying a little. Reader that goes by they/them, please! Thanks for taking the time to read this! @luova-lola

Summary: The reader hates themself for loving Jack, but finds out that Jack feels the same way. Warnings: self-hatred (from both sides), swearing Words: 1041

Notes: This is what it inspired me to write, hopefully it's what you wanted! ^^

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You weren't going to deny it or lie about it; you hated yourself. You were a horrible person, someone who didn't deserve to be loved or be happy. The biggest reason was simple; you were ungrateful. You had almost everything you needed. You were friends with the one and only Jacksepticeye, something that over 20 million people were jealous of. Something that they could only dream of. And you got to be his friend -- you could make jokes with him, help him create videos... and you even had the privilege of being a part of them. You sighed and glanced at yourself in the mirror, wondering why it didn't break when you looked into it. Maybe that was your job -- picking up the mirror and smashing it into pieces so you'd never have to look at yourself again. But it wasn't yours. You bit your lip and tried to swallow away the feeling in your throat. You turned around and walked out of Jack's bathroom to see him in his living room. Something inside of you felt better when you saw him, cheerful and happy, his bright blue eyes fixed on the camera in front of him. ''I keep saying this, but thank you guys so much. You guys are the best!'' Unlike you, he was grateful. And lovable. You wondered if he thought differently of himself before he had so many fans. ''Anyway, I'm going to end this video here. If you liked it, punch that like button in the face LIKE A BOSS! And, high fives all around. Thank you guys and I will see all you dudes IN THE NEXT VIDEO!'' Every word he shouted made you smile. He had so much energy. You didn't refuse to admit to yourself that you had a crush on him. But you couldn't stand the thought of dating him; it seemed too perfect, the only thing that you needed in this world. But you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve him. And so you kept the thought to yourself, locked all your feelings away as tightly as you could, and tried to focus on something else. ''Finished recording all your videos for the day?'' ------ That night all the feelings you had kept hidden had escaped. It was pretty normal for you. After all, night was when you couldn't sleep, and that always caused you to start overthinking things. The problem was that tonight you were staying over at Jack's house. You had your own bedroom, though, so you thought if you cried silently he wouldn't hear you. You sat on the bed, staring out the window at the pitch-black sky filled with stars. It was beautiful and you hated that. It reminded you of how far away beautiful things were from you. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks and you made an attempt to breathe in and out silently while your mind made a list of reasons why you would never deserve Jack. You didn't even notice when the door handle made a sound, or when it opened, or when Jack stood in the doorway. ''Hey, you asleep?'' Your heart stopped instantly and you turned around to see your best friend standing there, a smile on his face that changed to a concerned look the moment his eyes met yours. ''What's wrong?'' He rushed towards you and sat down next to you on the bed. Great, just great. Now you had to explain it to him. And he would hate you. He probably thought you were a crybaby already. ''I...'' Your voice was shaky. ''Nothing.'' You couldn't do it. Jack didn't look satisfied with that. ''Y/N, please tell me. Maybe I can help.'' No. No you can't. ''I hate myself.'' It was out before you could stop it or come up with some other lie; your brain was no longer controlling you anymore, but your heart was. And you hated it so much. Jack paused for a moment and looked at you with eyes full of love. Your heart started racing; you were cursed for sure. ''But you shouldn't, you're beautiful in every single way,'' Jack said. Something that other people would also tell you the few times you told them... but with Jack it actually sounded genuine and believeable. But you couldn't cure it just like that. ''No, Jack, I'm horrible. I'm ungrateful and unloveable! I'm sitting in my best friend's house, I've had one of the most fun days I've had in years, but still... I'm sitting here crying my eyes out for no reason.'' Maybe not for ''no reason''; something was missing -- Jack's love -- but you didn't deserve it.

''I don't know how to convince you, but I really do love you, Y/N,'' Jack said softly, moving closer. He wrapped an arm around you. ''If I'm going to be completely honest... I love you more than as a friend.'' Your heart stopped again, and you felt this rushy feeling inside, like you were going to explode. Was this a dream? Had he really just said that? ''But Jack... you can't love someone unless you love yourself first.'' ''Bullshit!'' Jack said loudly, making you flinch. ''I have never loved myself. But you? Oh, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.'' You paused; took a shaky breath before speaking again. ''You hated yourself... too?'' ''Hated, yes,'' Jack repeated, nodding. He placed his hand on your cheek and wiped away the leftover tears, which had now stopped falling. ''You see, it doesn't matter how many times my fans say they love me. They see the on-camera me, not the off-camera one. Not the one that can be a complete asshole, the one that makes mistakes, you know?'' You nodded slowly. ''But then I met you and you just... brightened up my whole world. And I stopped hating myself... there wasn't room for hate anymore.'' ''D-do you really mean this, Jack?'' you asked. ''Every single word of it,'' he confirmed and pulled you into a hug. ''I love you, Y/N.'' ''I-I love you, too, Jack.'' Maybe love really was stronger than hate.

#jacksepticeye x reader #youtube x reader #youtuber x reader #jacksepticeye imagine #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #jacksepticeye x you #jacksepticeye x y/n #reader-insert #reader inser #sean mcloughlin x reader #sean mcloughlin x you #sean mcloughlin x y/n #sean mcloughlin imagine #fluff #tw self hate #tw self deprecation #tw self loathing #tw self destruction

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iamsonyeondone · 5 years

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plus one // kim doyoung

♥ florist! doyoung x wedding planner! reader

♥ fluff!

♥ 2.5k words

as much as your job required you to run multiple errands and search for whatever the bridezillas were so persistent to having

it was still something you had fun doing especially when you get clients who were unexpectedly easy-going

but even if they werent, you tried your best to look at the brightside

and maybe also confide in the multiple shop owners you had gotten to know through your job

irene, the owner of the boutique that you would always recommend to your clients, is always a sweetheart to you whenever she sees you drop by to check on the dresses

when i meant sweetheart, i meant the kind where she really takes care of you like a motherly figure

“are you sure you’ve gotten enough to eat? wendy stopped by with lunch and she brought some extra. have lunch with me?”

or “did you stain your dress shirt again? change into this one and i’ll take care of that stain,” as she casually whips out detergent and fabric softener from in between the dresses????

but you also have the bakery where you accidentally become the food critic for kun because he cant trust his nephew's friends because they’ll eat anything edible

especially jaemin who may or may not have sneaked behind the counter to make his own concoction of coffee because kun wouldnt’t let them in

but thats because the last time they went into the kitchen, they nearly burnt the building down

anYways, whenever you meet kun its always the usual “try this” “yn what do you think?” “is it a little too sweet?”

and you try your best to give whatever knowledge you have from cakes that your clients have ordered

and kun would have this big smile, thanking you before he rushes off to the kitchen again

aside from the two most loveliest people you’ve ever met on the job, theres was one other person who wasn’t as lovely

or at least not as welcoming

kim dongyoung, the florist you always order from but you just wished he would be a little less,,, sarcastic

it’s not like you hated him for being him

you just cant wrap your mind around the fact that nearly every sentence that comes out from his mouth would be sarcastic

like that one time you couldn’t pronounce peonies and pronounced them as ponies instead and he looked at you with That Look

as if you couldn’t pronounce cat or something

“this isn’t a stable yn. if you wanted to see horses, this isn’t the place you should be going to,”

and sometimes he gets on your nerves when you call out to him and he just ignores you because you’re just dropping by to check on the bouquet order

and he just goes like “did yall hear sumn?”

but one day, when you were absolutely exhausted from tending to a third-level bridezilla aka the second worst kind, and you had your last stop at the flower shop

you went in as per usual and asked if doyoung had already prepared the bouquet you asked him to prepare the day before

and doyoung scoffs, “you think?”

and it wasn’t even half as bad as he usually teased you

but you’re suddenly in tears and it most definitely caught doyoung off-guard

like he’s always seen you remain firm and strong no matter how annoying he gets most of the times

but to see you in shambles like this made him feel like the biggest douchebag on earth

instead of showing you the bouquet, he brings a tissue box from his desk and wipes your tears, repeating his apologies as much as he could

and as your sniffling and hiccuping from your breakdown, doyoung curses in his head

because he’s the biggest idiot, getting his heart shattered just by looking at your distress

“kun came by because he wasn’t on shift today and knew you would be coming later so he dropped off some bagels and coffee if you wanted. he said it was another experiment,”

while your throat still felt like a pit was stuck in it, you nodded your head slowly while doyoung fetched the paperbag and a cup from his desk

the two of you sat in silence while you nibbled on the bag, thinking to yourself to thank kun when you see him

and doyoung just sits on the opposite side, leaning back on his chair with his arms folded

and you feel like he’s burning a hole through your head with his eyes and couldnt help but take a few glances his way

and he’s just staring right at you

as if he was too far into dream land to notice you were looking back at him

the way his face looked a little solemn, which was unusual for you to see him in that state

that was until you remembered the little breakdown from earlier and your eyes shift away from his dark ones

you couldnt handle the silence any longer, fidgeting in your seat as you sipped your drink

“im...sorry for earlier. it was a rough day and-”

“i’m the one who was supposed to apologize, you don’t have to,” he cut you off, sighing as he combed through his hair with his fingers

“yeah but it must’ve been awkward seeing me be a crybaby,”

and doyoung bites his tongue from agreeing with you

“we all have our moments, im just glad you dont see mine,”

you gasp dramatically, placing a hand on your chest, an obvious attempt to lighten the mood

“kim dongyoung cries too,”

“ha ha very funny. I’m not a robot you know,” he rolled his eyes and somehow, seeing you with that growing smile on your face lifted a weight he didnt know had been on his shoulders

“anyways, i need to close up shop now so make sure you got all your things,” he waved his hand, dismissing you as he locked up the back room and packed his belongings

just as you slung your bag over your shoulder, a picture of him and kun as well as their friends were framed and put on his desk

and you weren’t sure how you weren’t able to spot such a striking photo full of a huge group of guys

but when you see doyoung smiling so brightly in the photo, you couldn’t help but smile as well

“if you’re done oggling my friends, you could maybe get out before you get locked in?” he raised a brow, leaving the door open as he waited for you to leave

as he locked the main doors, you couldnt help but imagine that big grin on his face

“why don’t you ever smile as often?” you questioned him out of the blue

“i dont see a need to.” he replied nonchalantly, walking off once the entrance was locked

“whatever floats your boat i guess. by the way...” you trailed off, stopping him in his tracks as he turned back to face you

“thank you, doyoung,” you smiled, waving him goodbye before rushing off to the other direction

for some reason, your cheeks felt like they had been lit on fire and the tightening feeling around your chest felt unfamiliar

and while you were too busy fussing over symptoms that would have been obvious to the public eye, doyoung watched your figure disappear while a smile grew on his face

with a small chuckle he turned the other way and huffed

“maybe smiling isnt that bad,” he mumbled under his breath, taking slower than usual in his walk back home

a week passes and said third-level bridezilla's wedding had finally arrived

and you've never felt more tired than you did in your entire college life

with barely 2 hours of sleep, you rushed around the venue with your clipboard in hand, checking things off your list once they were prepared

after the main hall had been done, it was finally your time to do your job as councellor for the bride but a tap on your shoulder stops you from rushing to the waiting room

"yn? cant believe you forgot something so important," doyoung smirks, pointing to a bouquet of fresh flowers in his other hand

you sigh, thanking him profusely as you took it carefully into your arms

your concealer wasnt doing a good job in hiding your dark circles, and the stray strands of hair that were sticking out from your once styled hair made you look unkempt

"is there anything else you need help with? im free for the rest of the day," doyoung asks without hesitation

remembering the mental breakdown you had that day was a good enough reason to ask you

"i dont- i dont think so but i need to go and see the bride before it starts and then check if the groom's ready and most importantly the rings and the ringbearers are probably with the groom too-"

"I'll check on the groom and the ringbearers, while you go tackle that monster in the waiting room," he chuckle

and you see this wide smile plastered on his face

and for a split second, your heart nearly jumps right out of your chest

but when the thought of the bride comes wrecking through, you thank him once again, running down the hallway with your clipboard close to your chest

while doyoung jogs off to find the groom, his heart racing for one reason only

as your calming the bride down with the second box of tissues, trying your best to maintain the makeup that the makeup artist had painstakingly done for 2 whole hours

doyoung was more than ready, already ensuring the groom’s outift as well as the ringbearer who was the groom’s adorable nephew

all that’s left was to wait for the event to begin

once the bride had calmed down and successfully did not wipe the hours of work on her face, you checked on the bridesmaids before heading off to the venue

just as you walked down the halls, you see doyoung walking ahead of you

as quietly as you could, you sneaked up behhind him, grabbing his shoulders and scaring him

yet doyoung didnt even make a sound

until you pouted and he couldnt resist letting out the most sarcastic yell paired with the most unamused expression

"sheesh, you could've just stopped at not reacting rather than give me the shittiest one you've ever given me," you huffed, brushing your stray strands of hair as the both of you walked side by side

"but it was entertaining seeing you fail, so it wasn't really a failure was it?" he teased

and yet the endearing gesture of his to brush the annoying strand of hair behind your ear is the only thing you can notice

"y-yeah whatever. besides, is everything ready on the groom’s side?” you questioned, avoiding his eyes

“he’s practically ready to say his vows right now. what about the bride? heard she had the sixth mental breakdown today,” he chuckled while you groaned, massaging your temples

“she started crying about her double chin because she’s been stress-eating the past week so the make-up artists had to contour her chin a little more,” your story made doyoung burst out laughing, and although it caught you by surprise, you laughed along, relishing in the rare moment

“let’s get this over and done with,” his smile still shining after his laughing fit

“we?” you raised a brow

“you really think you can handle this bridezilla alone?” he smirked

“let’s do this then,” with a final look and a loud thump of your heart, you and doyoung head over to the venue

everything went on smoother than you had planned - the bride only started crying after her vows, the cute nephew didnt trip over his own two chubby feet and everything was done just as it did during rehearsals

you couldnt control the relieved smile on your lips and doyoung might have not be able to control his eyes from watching you every once in a while, his smile mirroring yours

“now all that’s left is the reception in two hours. see you later then?” you asked doyoung while everyone else scattered out of the venue

“of course you will. before i go, wear something blue,” he flashed you another smile before rushing out of the doors

did he...ask you that for the two of you to match?

you shake your head from the clouds while your heart raced once more

doyoung really has a way of creeping into your heart

as the reception began and you were walking from one end to another to ensure everything was ready, you dont notice doyoung walking in with a navy blue suit, his hair swept back

because if you did, you would have stopped entirely and knocked into one of the waiters

which was something you nearly did if it werent for one of the bride’s sisters

“did i see what i think i saw, yn?” in a second, doyoung was now in front of you and that damn smirk of his on display

“shut up, you didnt see anything. and anyways, why did you ask me to wear blue anyway? i had to ask irene to borrow me one,” you sighed, brushing off imaginary dust off of your outift to distract you from how good-looking doyoung had become

not like he wasnt good-looking in the first place

“to match with me obviously, i can’t come here uninvited so i guess i’m you’re plus one for now,” he shrugged when in reality, its making it hard for him to breathe and difficult for him to not only focus on you

“i completely forgot-”

“yn! thank you for helping my sister with her wedding- oh is this your boyfriend? is he the one in charge of the bouquet?” the sister’s bride grins wide while the two of you exchanged anxious looks

“y-yeah, he’s the one who arranged the bouquet. how is the outfit change going?” you mustered up a sweet smile to cover your raging heart as you linked arms with doyoung, nudging him to play along

“oh everything’s fine, dont worry about it. by the way, if you guys ever plan on tying the knot, dont fret to call me, i will gladly lend a helping hand,” but before she could go on about marriage, she was pulled to the side by her cousin, leaving you and doyoung

“to make this easier, why dont i just be your actual plus one?” doyoung shrugged, sneaking his fingers to intertwine with yours instead, making you freeze on the spot

“what?” you nearly snap your head from turning to look at him

“did i stutter?” he squeezes your hand, a small smile adorning his face

“wait, the feelings are mutual?-” you stutter, still wide-eyed from his sudden confession

“oh god you’re such an idiot, but i guess you’re my idiot now,” he let out a tired chuckle, holding you by the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple

kim dongyoung was actually a lovely florist

he just had no idea how to handle ‘feelings’

a/n: its been so long since i wrote that im having so much trouble making sense of my words but i hope you guys like it!!

#kpop #imagine #scenario #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #reader #reader insert #bulletpoint scenario #nct #nct 2018 #nct u #nct 127 #kim dongyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung

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floofy-satan · 6 years

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Floofy-Satan’s Ryokira Rec List

I haven’t seen a ryokira fic rec list yet, and so I decided to put my past three weeks of binge reading to good use and make one. I’m going to try my best to tag all of the triggering stuff in each of them, but I apologize in advance if I miss something (message me and I’ll fix it!). Some of these are reincarnation AUs and some of them take place in the crybaby verse with a canon divergence. (And then there are the straight up AUs, lol.)

* = highly recommend

Crybaby Verse/Canon Divergence

eternity by armethaumaturgy (1k)

“Don’t cry,” Akira shushes him. Seeing Ryo like this is… unsettling. Had he been holding this all inside of himself, all the time he didn’t know he was Satan? Were all those apathetic masks just that? Masks to keep himself safe from this?

“There’s nowhere to leave even if I wanted to.”

A Search for Forgiveness (If that even exists) by honeystickbabe (10k, WIP, Explicit, PTSD, Blood/Gore)

Nothing ever presented real excitement for Ryo anymore.

After all, Akira was dead.

What Have You Done To Me? by ScarletR (15k, WIP, Really Explicit, Dubcon, Dark)*

Akira gaped as Ryo’s skin melted away in a burst of blinding white light. Akira’s vision was flooded by it, and as he gasped, he breathed in the sheer power emanating from Ryo’s transforming body. It shook his bones and made his knees tremble. Everything was white, like Ryo’s clothes, like his hair, like his smooth, perfect skin.

The sight did something to him, something he couldn’t name. But it felt like a part of his skull was cracking open, releasing something he didn’t understand. Something brand new, completely foreign. It was dark, and powerful, telling him to kneel. To worship.

salt of smite by spidersrorg (15k, Explicit, Gore-y Porn)**

The Smite of Judgement falls all too soon.

Satan's aspirations, all ruined in a flash of light and pillars of salt.

Now Akira will make them pick up the pieces of their dreams while they themself fall apart.

Off Kilter by angel_ponders (9k, Explicit)

“A look of confusion washed over Ryou’s face as eight white wings sprung from his body. His jaw went slack and his pupils dilated into small pin points, revealing the crystal clear blues that’d disappeared with his earlier arousal. He reached out and grabbed one of the wings that had sprouted from his head in a moment of panic, but after a few seconds it seemed puzzle pieces fell into place. His expression calmed into one of reluctant acceptance. He became aware and unconcerned once more.

That is... until he noticed the look of sheer terror on Akira’s face.”

Reincarnation

I Have a Strange Feeling This Isn't Our First Time Around: Or, How Satan Got a Soul by tinygaymoonfae (3k)

Pyrrhic Victory: (noun) a victory that inflicts such damage that it might as well be a defeat.

Ryo got everything he asked for and nothing he needed. Alone, the sole survivor of an apocalypse he created, he realizes something very important--life means nothing without love. He's ready to admit defeat when he gets offered a second chance. Will he take it? If he did, would it be worth it? And more importantly, how heavy is the burden of a human soul?

dry your eye by battour (3k)*

Satan sits by the body he painstakingly created for Akira, knowing where he went wrong this time.

The solution was obvious from the start, but he chose not to see it.

i'll cry your unshed tears darling by MaroonPigeon (11k, WIP)

His dirt and grime covered wings seemed out of place in the white void. Satan’s body trembled beyond his control. Not here, no. Where is Akira? Akira? This was not where the two promised to lay together for eternity. I don’t want to see father.

He grimaced as a warm and familiar voice interrupted his panic.

“My mourning star, you’ve learned so much!”

Satan continued to tremble, unable to move or feel angry anymore. “Hello… father.”

(AKA Satan gets a second chance)

I've Missed You by skydonyx (1k)

After Akira dies, Ryo goes insane and God feels sorry for him.

paradox of memory by zerotransfat (4k, WIP)

He remembers. Remembers. And remembers.

The morning after that Akira’s first transformation, he starts up from his stark white sheets, heartbeat racing and vision blurry. With sweaty palms, he curls into himself and shakes.

(In which Satan’s original plans derail spectacularly, and Ryo Asuka is a bigger part of the Fallen Angel than first thought.)

With More Successful Hope Resolve by SharpestRose (18k, Explicit, Gore, Taro Lives)*

"I want to go back to Japan. Find out where Akira is now. I want to live there."

Ryou makes a decision in childhood that changes everything.

Satan is Tired by Your_Narrator (56k, WIP, PTSD, Fashion Everywhere)**

Somewhere in Heaven, God was laughing, and Satan knew it. Just watching Satan suffer probably got the bastard off. Having to properly deal with humans, having crippling emotions, and watching the only thing Satan cared about die again and again was probably what God actually wanted. It was three new levels of Hell that were unlike any other form of suffering, and yet there Satan was, dealing with it all. Not for God’s pleasure, fuck that.

He did it for Akira.

Expensive Taste by Danganphobia (146k, WIP, Explicit, Drug Addiction, Fashion Everywhere)*

No, Akira thinks. Who he thought seemed to be decent turned out to be not only intimidating, but superstitious. Desperate, and offered Akira a concerningly large sum of money to spend another day with him. Among other things. This is definitely not his taste.

He was dealing with someone with an incredible amount of wealth without a doubt. A teacher and possibly, a billionaire.

Soon enough, he knows that he might be lying to himself upon meeting Ryo Asuka. Building an unlikely friendship full of venting, feelings, laughter, (maybe drugs) and slowly blossoms into something more.

The Blood in My Veins, The Smoke on Your Lips by shatteredcrystalwings (1k)

While practicing for an upcoming track meet, Akira finds his attention driven elsewhere.

He Suits My Aesthetics by Telesthesia (4k, Explicit)

Living a normal college life and spending their childhood together, Ryo Asuka and Akira Fudo lead a normal life together as artist and aspiring track star. Akira adds a little life to Ryo's calculated and still world.

Alternate Universe - Normal College Life (No powers)/ Artist and Muse

Just Like Heaven by shamusiel (45k, WIP, Drug Use)

“We’re not eight anymore,” Ryo says, flatly. He gives Akira a quick once-over. Akira’s skin heats up under his gaze. “You lost your baby face. And…”

Ryo grins, sharp as a knife. There's something lethal in his eyes.

“You got taller,” he states, casual as you please.

Or: what happens when your best friend goes AWOL for ten years, and when he comes back he's hot, keeps flirting, gets stoned on the weekends, and is madly in love with you.

And he's probably the biggest human disaster alive.

#ryokira #devilman #devilman crybaby #dmcb #fic rec list #rec list #fanfiction #fanfic #DVMN #ryo asuka #akira fudo #satan #akiryo #fic rec #my stuff

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jackofftao · 7 years

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Strange encounters

A weird person calls for weird encounters.

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1157

Warnings: None

Notes: I don’t like the ending but oh well. Can you tell which group I’m staning right now? As always, enjoy this trash and have a great day! <3

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There was no doubt that in your mind that you had the weirdest boyfriend. To put things in perspective your first meeting with Changkyun was your senior year in high school. It was prom season and you have yet to get a date. Sitting silently with your friends at lunch you watched another girl get asked out to prom. The guy had dressed up in a dinosaur costume with a gigantic sign that said “PROM?”. Everyone started clapping when the girl had hugged him and said yes. If someone was going to ask you to prom you sure hoped it was not going to be in a dinosaur costume but at this point you would say yes if someone threw a rock at your head with the words “Prom?” on it. Desperate? Maybe. Flat out insane? More likely.

“Hey y/f/n, what did you think about that?” you said pointing to the dinosaur couple hugging and taking a picture.

“Well, it was…interesting” y/f/n said with wide eyes and a strained smile.

“Yeah, I hope no one asks me out like that” you said laughing sparsely. Conversation carried on softly and slowly until there was fifteen minutes left of lunch. Getting up you carried everyone’s trash over to the trashcan nearby. On your way back a boy who looked to be in the same grade as you stopped you.

“My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random upperclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute,” he said panting a little by the end of his rant “, So what do you say? Prom?” Shocked you stood rigid for a moment trying to process this information. Snapping out of your trance you had to admit he was quite attractive.

“Sure, why not?”

“I’m quite shocked that you said yes. Either your despite or flat out insane.”

“Maybe I’m a little of both but that doesn’t matter now does it? We have a prom to get ready for.”

“I like the way you think. What’s your name?”

“y/n”

“Im Changkyun. Nice name by the way”

Maybe your first meeting was a preface for how the rest of your relationship would blossom. After prom you two started talking and found out that you had a lot more in common than expected. Your next meeting was almost as strange as the last. It was two weeks after prom and Changkyun approached you after school holding a box of kittens.

“Hey I noticed you were standing here all alone and I had found a box of kittens don’t ask me where I got them but we gotta return them before sunrise no it wasn’t illegal shhh h.”

“I have so many questions but I’m just going to roll with it. So what are we going to do with the kittens?”

“Uh play with them of course, come on we will play with them at my house.” And just as soon as he came he left. You suppose you could study for end of the year tests later. You deserve a break. So with a clear mind you followed Changkyun and his box of questionably obtained kittens. You have to admit; he was weird but cute.

It was close to graduation, just a week away. You and Changkyun had become best friends but at the wrong time. Everyone knows that the expiration date on high school friendships was senior graduation. The more seconds that ticked by the more your chances of seeing Changkyun dwindled. Somehow, somewhere in the strangeness of your meetings, you fell for Changkyun. And in all of the abnormality of your friendship you two bonded quickly. You would have to admit; he was cute. Not to mention you fell fast and hard for his quirks. The ticking of your bedroom clock patronized you and your graduation cap and gown taunted you incessantly. A week ago you made an idiot jar for Changkyun as a joke but you haven’t been able to tell him about it let alone talk to him without having your heart beat faster than a hummingbird’s wings and your soul to aching with the pain of knowing that your time with Changkyun was becoming less and less. You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear hit your hand. You were such a crybaby sometimes. The ring of your doorbell caused a ripple through the quiet of your house. Cleaning up your face and straightening your clothes, you walked to the door. To your surprise the very person you have been ignoring is now at your doorstep.

“Hey where have you been? Have you been ignoring- oh my god your crying. Why are you crying you know I can’t handle emotional situations I’m about to cry too”

“Oh shut up your idiot. This is why I made an idiot jar. Every time you say or do something stupid you have to put a dollar in it- or more depends on how stupid the thing you said or did was. But I don’t think it will be of much use now seeing as graduation is in five days.”

“That’s why you have been avoiding me, here come here. I’m Not going anywhere fast.” Pulling you into a hug he hummed a tune of a song you know all too well. Everybody loves somebody by Dean Martin. The very song you and him slow danced to at Prom. You two stood there for a while. Swaying to Changkyun’s humming.

Graduation was over and caps were falling to the ground from every direction. Running to find Changkyun someone picked you up and swayed you gently side to side.

“Everybody loves somebody sometime ~Everybody falls in love somehow~” Knowing exactly who it was as soon as he put you down you turned around and took the biggest leap of faith in your life. You kissed him straight on the lips for a few seconds and pulled away with a beat red face.

“Something in your kiss just told me ~My sometime is now~” you sang. His shock soon wore off and he smiled a cat like smile. Leaning in close to your face he kissed you again and you could have sworn you were on cloud nine.

“I’m surprised. Either your desperate or flat out crazy.”

“Maybe I’m a bit of both.”

“I like the way you think.”

“I like how we still know our first conversation.”

“How could I forget. I looked really good that day, but then again when do I not.”

“That’s a dollar for the idiot jar”

“Hey! It’s the truth.”

“Changkuyn can you promise me something?”

“Anything”

“Let’s keep in touch. I’d rather not date you for a day even if you are a dork I fell in love with your dorkiness so let’s keep in touch during college ‘mkay”

“I wasn’t planning on letting you go anyway”

“Do I need to start a cheesy jar?”

#changkyun #im scenario #monsta x scenarios #im x reader #monsta x x reader #changkyun scenarios #changkyun x reader

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