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→ryūnosuke tanaka - just friends←

notes: HAHAHAHAHA PAIN- [pre time skip]. This was a request by one of my lovely friends @shrimpppy . I hope you guys enjoy it! This imagine has been in the works for a while and I have more on the back burner waiting to be finished as well.

(If you want me to tag you in my future haikyuu x reader stuff, feel free to lemme know and I’ll tag you!)

I hope you all have a lovely day/night!!

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

She took in a wobbly breath, her bottom lip quivering as she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. Trying her hardest to slow her tears.

She hated love. Absolutely loathed it.

All it brought along was pain and misery. There was no such thing as a fairytale romance. No such thing as love at first sight. No such thing as soulmates. It was just an aching, sinking feeling in her chest. A black hole swallowing her completely.

Love was chaos.

And she never wanted to feel it again.

—

"What are you doing?" He asked in confusion, staring down at the girl in front of him.

Y/n was hanging upside down off her couch, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows drawn together. "Looking for a new perspective." She hummed simply.

Tanaka bobbed his head with a nod, as if he understood what she was talking about. "Ahh, I see. Yeah that makes perfect sense."

Y/n snorted at his mocking tone, "If you're going to be snippy about it, you can leave."

Ryū huffed, "You're the one who invited me, dumbass." He took a spot on the couch next to her, putting his legs up on the back of it and hanging down much like she was.

She simply responded by sticking her tongue out at him. Tanaka copied her.

"What exactly are you trying to gain a new perspective of?"

Y/n's head turned towards him and she stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight of her best friend. Ryū was beautiful. At least, she thought so. For a bald headed weirdo. Yes, he would argue that he was not bald and in fact buzzed, but she'd simply shrug and say they were the same thing - if only to mess with him further.

His eyes were mesmerizing. Dark and stormy. Reminding her of the sea. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore. His hands, large and calloused, yet warm. Strong. Comforting. His smile, toothy and wide. As bright as the sun. How she adored his smile.

As she gazed at him, she pondered whether or not she should be honest with him.

"Just..." she started, getting lost in his eyes as he watched her. Waiting patiently for a reply. "Life."

And there it was. That smile. Taking up half of his face as he let out a boisterous and contagious laugh.

"You're such a dork, y'know that?"

Y/n's heart squeezed at the sight before her and she let out a chuckle of her own. Reaching over to shove at Ryūnosuke playfully. "Shut up, jack ass."

—

Y/n had been best friends with Ryūnosuke for as long as she could remember. They were neighbors and his older sister often babysat her as a kid. Of course, Ryū would tag along on occasion, as they were around the same age. (She was 9 months younger, but she didn't count that-)

They didn't hit it off instantly. In fact, Y/n thought Ryū to be an impulsive and pigheaded oaf half the time. And Ryū thought her to be a conceded and pristine little brat. But over time they started to like each other more and more.

Now they were practically inseparable.

Tanaka's parents weren't around much, and so he came over a lot. All the time, actually. And because his sister worked as hard as she did, it was usually just him and Y/n. And her parents both worked too, so they weren't always home either.

Not that they minded. They liked it being just the two of them. And had developed a close bond because of that. They even had their own traditions. No one else was apart of it, it was just them. Always had been and hopefully always would be.

It wasn't until semi-recently that Y/n had discovered her feelings for Tanaka.

Truth be told, she kind of always knew. But she ignored them. Pretended they were something else. Forced herself to believe otherwise.

It was fear that kept those feelings at bay. Hidden deep within herself. But over time, the things you bottle up have to come out eventually. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bottle up her feelings forever.

Sooner or later they were bound to erupt.

—

Y/n's hands clutched at her notebook, crinkling some of the paper from the force. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure it was going to explode. Her palms became clammy and she bit down on her lip to stop it from quivering.

She had come to see Tanaka's practice, like she usually did whenever she had the time.

However, this was not what she came here to see. Ryūnosuke fawning all over Kiyoko. It wasn't the first time she had witnessed it, but each time felt like a stab to the chest.

She hated seeing him get so excited over a girl.

A girl that wasn't her.

Envy ran through her veins and no matter how hard she tried to force the nauseating feeling to go away, it never did. Y/n felt stupid. Getting so overworked, so upset, over a guy.

But this wasn't just any guy. It was Ryū.

The same boy who shoved her childhood bullies off the swing sets when they made her cry. The same boy who would carry spiders outside for her, because while she was scared of them she didn't want them to die. The same boy who snuck through her window every time she had a nightmare. The same boy who gave her his umbrella because she didn't have one, and walked home in the rain instead. The same boy who gave her flowers every year on her birthday, her favorite kind too. The same boy who brought her boiled potatoes every day for a week straight because she was sick and wouldn't eat anything else.

This was Ryūnosuke Tanaka, her greatest and grandest friend.

And he was in love with Kiyoko. Not her.

Y/n waited for Tanaka outside the gym like she usually did. They always walked home together.

However, Tanaka was no where in sight.

Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, she chose to wait for him. She busied herself with reading, Y/n always kept a book on her. She had an earbud in as well, playing one of her many playlists in an attempt to further help pass time.

It wasn't until about 45 minutes later that Tanaka actually showed. She snapped her book shut, slipping it away into her bag and doing her best not to show her irritation.

"Hey," she glanced up at him and nodded in greeting. "Hey."

"Sorry I'm a bit late."

She shrugged as if it was nothing. "It's fine. I used the time to catch up on my reading."

"Well at least you got to do that." He teased as the two of them began walking. Y/n rolled her eyes, chancing a glance in his direction. Ryū had his eyes on the sky, his hands were shoved into the pockets of the gray hoodie he was wearing. He hadn't realized she was looking at him, thankfully. He always walked on the side closest to the road, wanting to protect his friends.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Simply enjoying the sights and each other's company. Like they usually did. Y/n couldn't help but think of earlier. Of the way Ryū's eyes lit up at the sight of Kiyoko. Of how he showed off for her during practice. How his smile, the one that was as bright as the sun, was directed towards her. Was she the reason he was late?

"So," she breathed out, tearing her gaze away from him just as he glanced in her direction. "Is Kiyoko the reason why you were late?" Her tone was teasing, and she grinned at him as if she truly believed there was no way that could be true. As if it was just a joke between two friends.

Tanaka's cheeks warmed at the accusation and he cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah, actually.."

Her smile instantly fell.

"What?"

"We were just talking and I lost track of time. I didn't mean to make you wait so long. But uh, I've been thinking of asking her out."

Y/n blinked, trying her best to wrap her head around this. "Ask her out?" Her chest tightened and her stomach dropped. Ryū had once again returned his gaze to the sky, so he had yet to notice her rigid posture and the frown pulling at her soft lips.

"Yeah. I've had a thing for her for a long time now, and I think.. I think she might like me too. At least, that's what Noya said." He turned to flash a grin in her direction, but it faltered at the broken expression she wore.

"Y/n? Hey, are you okay?"

She felt like a hot iron rod had been shoved down her throat. She nodded, a bit too quickly and did her best to force a smile on her face. "What? Yeah, of course. I'm fine. Just thinking is all... I'm really happy for you, Ryū." Her voice wobbled as she spoke his name and she bit down on her tongue. Praying he wouldn't notice.

Ryūnosuke didn't look convinced, but luckily, he decided against saying anything. At least, for now. "Thanks, Y/n. So uh.. I was hoping you'd help me with something?"

She couldn't speak, tongue thick and heavy. So she only nodded, being unable to do anything else.

"Do you think you could help me ask her out? I mean- I just- want to say all the right stuff, ya know?" His cheeks were pink, pinker than they were before. And he wouldn't meet her gaze. She was thankful for that, at least.

Her eyes stung with tears and at the sight of her house she began to pick up the pace. Tanaka seemed to notice this, and he arched a thick brow in confusion. "Y/n?"

"Yes." She choked out, quickly making her way to the door and keeping her back to him. Throat tight as she fumbled with her keys. "Y-Yeah, I'll help you. Sorry I just uh, I gotta pee so- I'll- I'll see you later-" she didn't give him a chance to respond as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her.

Y/n's back hit the door and she stood there. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. Slowly her tears began to slip down her cheeks and then she found herself sliding down the door. Hand coming up to press against her mouth, to muffle her cries.

This was silly.

This was stupid.

She couldn't possibly be crying over a boy.

But no matter how hard she willed herself to stop, to force her tears to stop flowing. They only came faster, blurring her vision and restricting her air flow. Her breaths came out in short bursts, gasping as she wailed.

She pulled her knees to her chest, cradling herself in an attempt to give herself some small form of comfort. As she predicted, it didn't really work.

—

Y/n didn't respond to any of his texts that night. Instead replying in the morning and making an excuse of getting distracted by homework.

Tanaka either bought it, or decided against saying anything.

The next few days were filled with her giving her advice on how to ask Kiyoko out. She decided to bite the bullet and just get it done and over with. She was his best friend, after all. This is what a best friend does. She wanted Tanaka to be happy. And if that meant helping him get together with some other girl, then so be it.

Besides, their special tradition was coming up. And at least she got to look forward to that.

Every year, on the anniversary of their friendship, Ryūnosuke and Y/n would get together on her rooftop and watch the sunrise. No matter what day it was, how tired they got, if they had school the next day. It didn't matter. Because this was for them. Just them. It was a special moment for the both of them and they looked forward to it each year.

That wasn't all they did. They'd usually decorate the roof together, make a little area with pillows and blankets where they could sit comfortably. They'd hang a sheet from a wire connecting to some trees for a makeshift screen and use her small projector to watch some of their favorite movies. They'd make snacks together, which usually would end up in a food fight. They'd snuggle up under a blanket and watch the stars, laughing at inside jokes and reminiscing on memories. Tanaka would pretend he knew constellations and would make up random names for them, pointing to bunches of stars as if they were the real deal.

Sure, it wasn't a grand affair but it was fun. And it was special. It was tradition.

Wednesday, 4:37 PM.

ryū <3

hey, i'm gonna be a bit late

i promised kiyoko i'd

take her home

y/n

hey, that's okay thanks

for letting me know

want me wait for you to set

up and make the snacks?

ryū <3

nah thats okay

you can start without me

—

Y/n bit down on her lip in frustration, staring down at her phone in her hand. He didn't want to help set up? He didn't want to help with the snacks?

They've always set up together.

They've always made the snacks together.

It was tradition. It was part of the fun.

Maybe he'd make it in time to still help out a bit?

Y/n stashed her cell away in her pocket before setting off to work. She placed down a blanket on top of the roof and grabbed a few folded ones for them to use when they were up there. She put up some of her fairy lights and then set up some lanterns. The sheet was next, coupled by her laptop and projector. She tossed up some extra pillows for more comfort before getting started on the food.

Cookies, they were a must. They had them every year. Chocolate chip and gingerbread. Hot cocoa was also a must. She prepared an array of different snacks, some which she had gotten earlier in the week for this very night. She had to travel all the way to Tokyo for a few of them. Their favorite bakery was there and held some fan favorites they had each year. The owners knew them by name. They knew exactly what they came for when they came in around this time of year.

This time, Y/n ended up coming alone. It did not go unnoticed. She claimed Tanaka was busy, which he was, trying to seduce Kiyoko. But that didn't make it any harder.

Everything was ready. An hour and a half had passed and Ryū still hadn't shown.

Y/n was just about to call him when she heard a knock on her door. Strange, Ryū never knocked he always just came in but she didn't think much of it and moved to answer the door.

"Well it's about damn time. What took you so long anyway-" she yanked the door open and stopped in her tracks.

Ryū beamed up at her sheepishly, apologetically, and next to him stood Kiyoko.

"Hey, sorry we're late. We got to talking and time just flew by!"

Y/n blinked, hand still on the doorknob, half tempted to slam the door in their faces. "It's.. fine.."

"Did you get everything done in time?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Oh great! Think we can come in? It's fucking freezing out here."

Y/n was silent for a moment, staring at his arm which was thrown over Kiyoko's shoulders.

"Earth to Y/n?"

The door flung open. "Yeah, yeah, come in." She turned her back to them, eyes stinging as she padded her way to the kitchen.

This had to be some fucking joke, right?

He was messing with her, wasn't he?

"Sorry for coming without warning, Tanaka ensured me it was okay." Kiyoko spoke from behind her and Y/n took in a quiet breath before responding.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." She flashed a small smile towards her from over her shoulder, trying to remain polite and civil.

Kiyoko sent a small smile back.

"The food looks great!" Ryū hummed, observing the array set out on the kitchen island. "You outdid yourself this time, Y/n."

Said female could only smile. Not knowing what to say. Part of her still couldn't believe this was real.

The three of them helped bring some of the snacks up to the roof, they had to get there via Y/n's bedroom window. Which she found a bit awkward. Kiyoko had never been to her house before. They weren't very close and while she was a nice girl it just felt strange having her in her room.

Perhaps this was Tanaka's way of getting them to become closer? The girl he liked and his best friend. But if that was the case, why did he have to pick tonight of all times? It was their special night. Their tradition. No one else had ever been involved, had ever been allowed to be involved.

Y/n had just finished grabbing the container of cookies as she made her way to the window. Ryū and Kiyoko were already settled on the rooftop. They had a blanket draped over their shoulders and their hands were connected. She did her best not to stare. They were talking to each other, she had no idea what the conversation was about and honestly she didn't care.

She didn't want to sit next to them while they were cuddling, but she didn't have much of a choice. She did her best not to seem stiff and awkward, but she failed miserably.

They had barley been here five minutes and she already felt like a third wheel.

Y/n decided to start one of the movies, as Tanaka and Kiyoko had been talking for the past several minutes while she just sat there. At least this way she might be able to distract herself from this horrendous night. And perhaps they'd shut the fuck up.

The talking did calm down a little, but Ryū was still very much all over Kiyoko. The sight alone was enough to make Y/n's blood boil. She felt so uncomfortable. And she was angry that he brought her here in the first place. This was their thing. Their special night. Their tradition. Sure, it might not have been very flashy. All they did was sit at home and hang out. But it was their thing. They did it every year. They had never brought along other friends before.

And he hadn't even asked if it was okay first.

Y/n was torn between just letting it go and trying to have a good time, or allowing herself to be mad about it. She wouldn't say anything in front of Kiyoko. That wasn't fair to her. It wasn't like she asked to be here, Tanaka was the one who brought her along and said it was okay. But even then, she didn't want to make him feel bad either. Maybe she was just being stupid.

She was torn from her thoughts at the sound of Kiyoko giggling at something Ryū had said. Y/n glanced over in their direction, being unable to stop herself. He had his arm around her shoulders and was feeding her something. She laughed as she took it from him, shaking her head to herself. Their cheeks were flushed and Y/n felt her stomach drop. She started to stand up and make her way towards her bedroom window.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," she mumbled out the excuse, and Tanaka nodded in acknowledgment.

Y/n climbed through the window, being careful not to trip as she made her way inside. Like she had said, she went to her bathroom which was connected to her room.

After closing and locking the door behind her, Y/n turned to face her relfection in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She sucked in a shaky breath and turned on the cold water, splashing her face with it.

Why was this so complicated? She should just suck it up and be happy for him.

There was nothing she could do about it now. Her feelings would have to be bottled up and forgotten.

No matter how hard it may be.

Y/n let out a sigh and dabbed her face dry with a towel. "I can't wait for this shit to be over..."

As she made her way back into her room, she paused in front of her window. Freezing in place at the sight before her.

Her hands latched onto each other. Gripping so tightly they shook. Her eyes were wide and glossy, and she bit down on her lip to stop it from trembling.

Kiyoko and Tanaka were kissing. One of his massive paws was cupping the side of her face and the other sat on her waist. One of her hands cupped the back of his neck while the other sat atop his shoulder.

That was the final straw.

Y/n yanked the window open, causing Kiyoko to jump and pull away from Tanaka at the sound. She closed the laptop and started tossing things inside her room.

"Y/n, what-"

"You guys have to leave."

Ryū arched a brow in confusion. "What, why?"

She shook her head, claiming she'd get the rest later and threw their jackets at them. Tanaka caught them easily. "Don't worry about cleaning up, I can do it." Y/n said, waving Kiyoko off as she reached to help with a food platter.

The two shared a look before following Y/n inside. She started carrying the food in, quickly putting them on the kitchen island. Before she could slip past them to grab the rest, Tanaka reached over and grabbed her arm. Holding her firmly in place. "Y/n, stop. What's goin' on?"

Y/n looked up at him, biting the inside of her cheek to contain herself. "It's nothing-"

"Well, clearly it isn't. We've barley been here an hour-"

"My cat is sick!" She blurted. Being unable to come up with a better excuse.

Ryū's eyebrows furrowed. "Toji? He looked fine earlier-"

"He's sick. He was throwing up when I came in." She sputtered, sticking to it and hoping Toji was hiding somewhere- that was until she saw Toji brushing up against Tanaka's leg. He sent her a look.

"He seems fine to me."

Kiyoko bent down and gave him a scritch, the feline let out a little mew. Purring as she pet him.

Y/n's face paled and she quickly yanked herself out of Tanaka's grip and reached down to grab her cat. Cradling him in her chest. "No, I think he ate a toxic plant - I thought I saw him eating something and I wasn't sure before but-but now I am! So you guys need to go."

She ushered them towards the door, Ryūnosuke nearly tripping over his own two feet as she did so. "Y/n-"

"I'll call you later. Promise." She sent him a tight lipped smile and made no hesitation to quickly slam the door shut once they were outside.

Toji wriggled in her grasp, but she didn't let him go. Not until a few minutes had passed and she was sure they were gone. The fat cat jumped from her arms and went to go munch on some leftover kibble in his dish. Y/n watched him with a teary gaze. Silent and still. She sniffled, reaching up to wipe at her eyes harshly.

This was shit.

This whole evening sucked shit.

Their tradition felt lame. It felt like he didn't even care about it anymore.

She was done with it. She didn't want to deal with these stupid feelings anymore.

"Stupid Ryū.." she cried, shuffling over towards the island and snatching up a cookie. She practically shoved the entire thing in her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Fuck.." She sniffed, "I hate men."

—

A week went by and Y/n did her best to avoid Kiyoko and Tanaka. She barley responded to his texts and definitely didn't answer his calls. Y/n felt it was best to take herself out of the equation. It was too hard to be around the two of them. Especially right now. Maybe once her feelings for him faded a bit?

She dodged him as best as possible, saying she was keeping a close eye on Toji and she had lots of homework to do anyway.

But keeping away from him provided to be more difficult that she originally thought. He was a persistent mother fucker. He obviously knew something was wrong, or off, but no matter what he did or how hard he tried, Y/n wouldn't tell him what. She'd just brush him off and tell him she had something to do. Then she would leave. She hadn't been to any of his practises either.

Ryūnosuke didn't know what was going on, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Y/n opened her locker to get a textbook she needed for her final class. She was listening to music in a poor attempt to drown out her sorrows. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the female jumped and whipped around. Hand coming up on instinct and slapping the person's face. Her mouth droppen open and she yanked out an ear bud. "Ryū! What the hell! You scared the crap out of me!"

Tanaka cradled his face, eyes wide in surprise before he let out a burst of chuckles. "Damn, Y/n. You're stronger than you look."

Said girl scowled. "Yeah.." she mumbled, not sure what else to say. She turned back towards her locker and started putting away a few things. "Did you need something?" Y/n was trying her hardest not to get upset. But it felt like someone had shoved cotton down her throat and she really wasn't ready to be this close to Ryū yet. She just needed some time...

"Actually, I did want to talk to you about something." He leaned against the lockers next to hers, sliding his hands into his pockets.

She let out a sigh. "I really don't have time right now, I need to get to my next class-"

"It'll only take a sec." He reasoned, taking her silence as a 'go ahead'.

"Look, I know you've been avoiding me lately and I just want to know why-"

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head to herself bitterly. Tanaka's eyebrows furrowed as he studied the sour expression on her face. "What?"

"It's nothing." She snipped, struggling to put her textbook into her bag. Fumbling with the opening as she tried to get herself to calm down.

"Well clearly it's something."

"Just drop it, Ryūnosuke." Y/n spat, shooting him a glare in frustration. Her chest was growing tight and it was starting to feel all stuffy in here. She finally got her textbook into her bag and slammed her locker shut.

Tanaka watched her in surprise, she never called him by his name. It was almost always Ryū. "No, I'm not gonna just drop it." He kicked himself off the lockers and moved in front of her, blocking her path.

"Move."

"No."

Her shoulders sunk. "Get out of the way."

He rose his brows, staring at her challengingly. "Not until to tell me what's going on."

Y/n ran her tongue along her teeth, once again shaking her head. "I'm not dealing with you right now." She moved to step past him but he grabbed her, stopping her from going anywhere.

"Y/n, I'm bein' serious. Tell me what's wrong." He pleaded, stormy eyes searching her own relentlessly.

"So am I. Now let me go." She demanded, trying and failing to get away from him. Her eyes were starting to sting and she knew she had to get out of there fast. Lest she break into tears in front of him.

"I will if you just tell me-"

"I don't want to do our tradition anymore!" She snapped, hands balling into fists, nails puncturing her skin.

Ryū's eyes widened and he took a moment to take what she said in. "What?"

"It's stupid, and it clearly doesn't matter to you anyways, so I'm done. I don't want to do it anymore." Y/n's voice cracked and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from saying anything more than that.

"What are you on about? Of course it matters to me." He huffed, completely taken aback by her words.

"Well clearly, it doesn't." She argued pathetically.

"Is.. is this because I brought Kiyoko over?"

Y/n let out a dry chuckle, lowering her head and blinking furiously to try and stop her tears. Just hearing it stung. It felt like a slap in the face. A bitter reminder of that horrid night. "It's our thing, Ryūnosuke. Ours. Not anyone elses. You should have called me, you should have asked first before just bringing her over."

"You're right. I'm sorry I didn't check with you first. But I didn't think it was a big deal. It's not like it's a super important tradition or anything."

Her gaze snapped up to his. "Not important?" She asked, ripping herself away from him.

"Y/n, I didn't mean- hold on a sec-" she tried to get past him again but he grabbed her once more, directing her back in front of him.

"It is important just not like... super important, y'know? It's just some silly thing we started doin' as kids. I thought it would be fun to bring other's into it." Tanaka reasoned, but Y/n shook her head.

"Well, it doesn't matter now. Because it's done. I don't want to do it anymore."

"Y/n, come on, you're seriously going to stop doing the tradition over something this stupid-"

"Yeah. I am."

Ryū's eyebrows came together in frustration and he clicked his tongue. "What is the matter with you? You haven't been acting like yourself."

Y/n rolled her eyes, fed up with his pestering. She just wanted to leave. It was too soon. He should have just let her go. "You're the one who isn't acting like themselves. Kiyoko this, Kiyoko that, fucking bullshit." She hissed, yanking a hand through her hair in agitation. She hadn't meant to let that slip out but she couldn't help herself. He had her cornered and she needed to get the hell out of there.

Ryūnosuke stared at her in shock, but before he could get another word out, Y/n removed herself from his grasp and stormed into the girl's bathroom. Slamming the door behind her.

It was too late to stop her tears now. Y/n cursed under her breath, glad no one else was in here. She started to fan at her face, hoping it would help. It was a futile attempt.

"Y/n, wait. Come back!" She heard Ryū's voice through the door and she puffed out her cheeks in agitation.

"Go away!" She choked out.

"Y/n, c'mon. I wanna talk about this." He leaned his head against the door, hitting the wood with a small thud.

"What did you mean by all that?"

She snorted at that, scrubbing at her eyes, thankful that she wasn't wearing any makeup or mascara to smudge.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there. You know I will." Ryūnosuke huffed, cringing as some passerbys sent him strange looks.

She shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. She quickly slipped into one of the stalls, closing the lid and sitting down on the toilet. She buried her face in her hands and pray that he wouldn't come in or hear her crying.

Tanaka let out a sigh before pushing the door open and storming inside. He couldn't see Y/n anywhere but there was only one stall closed so he walked over to it and kicked the door open. Spotting his best friend sniffling into her hands, whilst sitting on the lid of the toilet.

He crouched down and placed a hands atop her knees. Giving them a gentle squeeze.

"I could have been peeing." She grumbles out angrilly and he cracks a small grin. "Y/n.. Talk to me. Please."

Y/n lets out a puff of air, peeking at him with red puffy eyes through her fingers. Ryū sends her an ecouraging smile, thumbs brushing against her legs softly. She wets her lips with her tongue nervously. "I'm happy for you, Ryūnosuke-"

"Stop calling me that."

She sends him a look.

"It's Ryū."

She snorts at this, rolling her eyes before continuing. "I'm happy for you, Ryū. I truly a-am. I don't want you to th-think that I'm not. I'm your best friend and if you're happy, I'm h-happy. But I can't help the aching feeling in my chest. I'm s-so scared of losing you. I don't w-wanna lose y-you. I just... I just need time. I dunno."

His eyebrows come together again as he processes this. "Is this about Kiyoko?"

Y/n deadpans. "No, it's about Nishi, you dumb fuck."

Her chest tightens with the realization that she's already said too much. And with the soft look on his face, she feels her heart stutter within her chest. Suddenly she's very aware of where his hands are. And she starts to shake her head. Trying to stand up and push Tanaka off of her.

"J-Just forget it, f-forget I said a-anything." She started, wishing this conversastion had never happened in the first place.

Ryū stumbled a bit, catching himself on the edge of the door before he could fall. He quickly stood up and grabbed Y/n by her arms, stopping her from going anywhere. He pinned her against the wall of the stall. "Y/n, stop! You can't just say all that stuff and then dip!"

"Yes, I can. I j-just did! Now let me go, Ryū!" She tried to get out of his hold again, but this time he wasn't letting her go anywhere. Not without a proper answer.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere! I don't understand, I know I can be a bit dense about this kinda stuff so I need ya to tell me straight up!"

"Ryū stop!" She wailed, pathetically trying to push him off of her.

"No! Tell me what's wrong! Tell me what's going on inside that thick head of yours! Tell me how I can fix this!" He begged, not meaning to yell at her but being unable to help himself.

"I like you, asshole!"

Ryūnosuke's eyes widen and in his moment of surprise, he losens his grip a little. Before he realizes, Y/n manages to shove him off of her. She pushed past him, a heap of tears, and runs out the bathroom.

Leaving Tanaka standing there dumbfounded. Eyes wide and breath hitched in his throat.

Man, he's really fucked up now...

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Letter From The Road

AEW Superstar: Hangman Adam Page Word Count: 361 ~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partners or loved ones back home while they’re on tour.~

Wishing the happiest birthday to one of the best friends a person could ever hope for. @melissahausen I hope you enjoy this little surprise I love you so much and hope your birthday is a good one. Thank you for the endless chats, banter and all the little gems of happiness our friendship has. I don’t know what I’d do without you, big shout out to your mom for having you. Happy birthday lovely!🖤 _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ Dear Future Wife, I’m going to write this in capital letters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I’m so excited to see what this next year has in store and I so wish that I could be there with you today to celebrate it. Thank you for letting me be apart of your last four, can’t wait to celebrate with you the rest of our lives.

A little bird that walks around with half its face painted told me you haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you in person but just remember I’m always a call, text or even FaceTime away. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is for my love to be happy. I know every day won’t be sunshine and rainbows but I know without a doubt you can make it through this slump. Remember that you are worth being in this world, it’s lucky to have you. I am lucky to have you. The world wouldn’t see right without you in it and I’ll remind you for the rest of your days of that.

You’re my dream and sometimes even dreams have bad moments. Please know I love you and I’m always here. Things are going to get better I promise just gotta keep pushing on.

I hope you like the gift basket, and roses and your favorite drinks that I had sent round. It took some planning but I managed to get it done. When you open the small box, think of me. I hope today is a great day for you baby because you deserve it and so much more. I’ll see you really soon and then we can celebrate your day together. Remember we have our big date coming up soon. I love you so much baby to the moon and beyond.

~Yours forever plus a day. Adam P.

P.s: The little bird told me to tell you please don’t be angry he doesn’t want to have his skateboard “borrowed” again.

P.s.s: I’ll see you at two pm today. I love you and surprise! You won’t read this until after I’m already there x

#letters from the road #hangman adam page #adam page x reader #hangman adam page fanfiction

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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I read Ur Elvis FICS and I love love it 💕💕❤️

I was wondering if you could a another one(⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠)

I kidda like an heart breaker reader and lovesick player elvis dynamic

lovesick blues: yandere Austin!Elvis

{i hope this is good! I wrote this last night while the power was out bc of the hurricane lol also I'm so glad you like my other writing!! it really means a lot to hear ppl enjoy my stuff}

the small field that had been renovated into a fairground was bustling with workers, everyone scrambling to set their booths up and doing their last practices for their nightly act. tonight was slightly tenser than usual, the stress of a new musical act weighing on everyone as schedules got shifted and the tech crew had to learn a whole new routine in a few hours.

nestled on the edge grounds was a smaller tent, the purple and red striped fabric faded from years of usage. inside the small temporary room was a lot more inviting, decorated with various candles, crystals, and ropes of colorful beads.

a lone figure stood inside, carefully lighting the candles “so ya can see the future?” the sudden voice made them jump, turning to look at a pink clothed man “..no.. I give readings- when the fair is open, which it’s not, meaning you’re trespassing” they said it with more snap than they meant to, the shock of being snuck up on still wearing off. the man throw up his hands, giving a small apologetic smile “sorry, I was just lookin around and saw your tent- I’m Elvis, I'm uh the new act” their face softened at that, giving him a nod “still not a good idea to sneak up in people like that”

they went back to lighting their candles, expecting the man to go wonder elsewhere to go startled someone else with his snooping “so..what kinda readin’s do ya do?” their shoulders slumped but they continued with getting their tent ready, not feeling like missing time to be open due to some new act pointing around in curiosity “it’s hard to explain- just people I guess..most the time I pretend to look at their palms just for the novelty of it” they glanced at him to see his reaction, which was a nod and a face of uncertainty.

“you don’t believe me?” “What? no- I mean..my mama always said people like ya are shams” (y/n) let out a small laugh, nodding their head “smart woman” they paused, lighting one more candle before waving the match out and turning towards him “lemme give you a reading, sit” they gestured towards the chair opposite to the one they sat down in, waiting patiently for him to sit down before holding their hand out “give me your hand”

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they were all he could think about since that first meeting, his fingers tracing over the lines they ‘read’ during nights he couldn’t get to sleep. they could see right through him, yet always stared into his eyes with their mesmerizing ones, like they’d lose the ability to see him at any moment if they looked away.

it didn’t take long for their reputation to reach him, word traveling fast within such a small and close-knit group. at first, he refused to believe it, but when he was nearly trampled by a sobbing woman running from a (y/n) who just stared at him like nothing happened. it undeniably, they had less than desirable relationship habits, making someone feel like they were soulmates and they loved them more than anything only to break it off come time for the carnival to leave because they ‘just weren’t feeling it anymore'

but he knew the truth, he felt it too, the road was lonely and he gave in to the fans knocking on his motel door just to push aside that emptiness that came with being far from home. he just knew if he could convince them to be with him those feelings would disappear, both of them. the thing that got in the way of him confessing every time they bumped into each other was that (y/n) didn’t date within the acts, something he learned from hank snow’s son.

so he made a plan, if he just spent time with them he knew they’d eventually feel the connection and look past their rule. unfortunately, that time he spent hanging around them was mostly just watching them check out and flirt with others, which lit a jealous-fueled fire inside him.

(y/n) on the other hand, was enjoying it, they had never had someone to hang out with like Elvis. all the other acts held obvious distaste towards their relationships but it was like Elvis understand, they knew he had a crush on them, his body language just screamed it but he still was fine with them, it felt nice to finally have a friend.

“what about him?” they nodded over towards a brown-haired man that had spent an embarrassing amount of money trying to beat a ring toss game “he’s kinda cute..right?” “uh..sure.. I guess..not too coordinated” (y/n) rolled their eyes at his criticism “yeah, well I’m not picking him for my dodge ball team” they looked him over, corking a brow at his odd behavior “you’re acting weird..you didn’t try eating Dorothy's cooking again, did you?” they smirked slightly at the small inside joke of a tease, wanting to laugh at even just the recollection of the time Elvis learned the hard lesson that it’s better to eat outside of camp then to attempt to eat the old camp cook’s food. “wha- no..I just..ya wanna go on the Ferris wheel?” “oh um..sure”

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there was a knot in their stomach as they stared down at the ground that slowly got further away, being reminded why they didn’t get on this thing more often as the cart shook slightly “(y/n)-“ Elvis cleared his throat and it dawned on them why he asked them to go up here with him, dread filling their stomach “-I ain’t too sure where to start to be honest..listen I just wanted to tell you..“ “Elvis-“ “no, let me talk, please. ever since I met you, I’ve loved you and I don’t think I can go much longer without cha being mine” his hand fell into their knee, they’re body stiff and an awkward, half apologetic smile formed on their face.

“Elvis.. I appreciate but I don’t date other workers..or even other people, I'm not the kinda person for long-term relationships..we’d both end up hurt and it would so mess-“ “darlin’ all I want is a chance! we’re made for each other! I just needa show you!” his grip on their knee tightened slightly making them grab his wrist in an attempt to remove it “no, I don’t like you like that, my answer is no.” he sighed, releasing their knee and melting into the Ferris wheel cart’s seat.

“I really didn’t wanna say this..but..if you don’t give me a chance, I’ll have the coronel fire ya” “wh-what!” he nodded, giving them a hurt puppy look that almost made them forget that it was him who blackmailing them “he wants me to be the main act..if ya don’t lemme take you on a date, I’ll tell him I’m walking if you’re staying” they searched his face and body language for any signs of it being a bluff, tears starting to form “you’d seriously put me out of work over me rejecting you?” “baby, i don’t want to, but we’re meant to be together and if that’s what it takes” they weighed their non-existent opinions, tears starting to spill before they nodded “fine” he gave them a smile that they could only compare to the devil’s and cupped their face, wiping away the tears “you’ll feel it soon sweetheart, ya just gotta gimme a chance” with that he gave them the kiss he’d been dreaming about since they met, the cart rocking slightly at his movements.

#austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis #yandere!elvis x reader

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tilvcei · 1 year

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hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

#black reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader

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exploding-goobery · 11 months

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Enjoying the Clone High revival but the fact we might have to wait two seasons for Topher and Gandhi to interact is killing me. So...I wrote a bit myself to ease the pain a bit!

Topher: 'Cancelled, eh? Been there, done that.' Gandhi: 'Cancelled?' Topher: 'Yeah, you've got to be careful , don't want people knowing you're Gandhi.' Gandhi: 'But...I AM Gandhi.' Topher: 'Gandhi hated black people and slept with several underaged girls, including his niece, to 'avoid temptation'. Very contentious.' Gandhi: 'What? I didn't know, dude!' 'Well, everyone knows now.' Gandhi: 'Damn! Well, I guess this takes the pressure off a bit, if Gandhi really wasn't that good a dude-' Topher: 'Look, it's fine. You've just got to cut the cord of association to fit in, otherwise you could end up on the edge of society, completely alone...outcasted by your heritage and treated like a...a...GREMLIN.' Gandhi: 'Damn bro, I dunno, I think it's just because you're kinda weird. Anyway, what's the scene here in the future? What's going on with ringtones? Cause I had like, a million dollar idea dude, what if...we could customise them?' Topher: 'Oh, we can do that.' Gandhi: 'Sweet! So-' Topher: 'But we don't.' Gandhi: 'Whaat?' Topher: 'You see, G-man, you mind if I call you that, don't want to be cancelled due to my association with your...namesake. It's all part of modern culture, you CAN'T have a unique ringtone, or a unique sensibility or unique politics, you need to FIT IN or god help you..' Gandhi: 'Well. Lucky for me, Gandhi's been fitting in since '93. Thanks for your help, little dude.' Topher: 'We're the same height.' Gandhi: 'Yeah, but I've got PRESENCE. Now, watch and learn.' Gandhi struts out across the quad, finger-gunning every clone he sees. Gandhi: 'Hey, Thomas Cromwell, still all about reform I see! Ooh, lemme guess who you are? Oh, I know, Nancy Reagan!' Not Nancy-Reagan slaps him in the face and walks off in a huff. Gandhi: 'Ow...okay, future guy, what's wrong with Nancy Reagan?' Topher: 'Throat GOAT. The goat means greatest of all time, b.t.w.' Gandhi takes a moment to consider this. Gandhi: 'Seriously!? Does she go here, or...'

#clone high #i'm not sure if this is funny but I've tried to be funny and it's the effort that counts #topher bus #gandhi #but like the funny cartoon one

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kxisuke · 2 years

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I READ THE KINDA 4TH WALL BREAKER READER ONE, CAN I REQUEST CHUUYA ONE + FLAGS?? TAKE MY MONEY

✧ REACTING TO SPOILERS- part 3

✧ p. piano man, albatross, doc, iceman, lippmann

✧ tw. bsd manga spoilers!! angst angst and more angst

— a/n. it's not every day you see appreciation for this wonderous group ✋🏻 thank you for your request, i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy!!!

[part 1] [part 2]

-> PIANO MAN

“Where are you off to?” You look up from your book as he gets ready to leave, quietly putting on his coat and shoes.

“I was summoned by the boss. It’s urgent, so I need to leave now. Is that alright, dear?” Your heart sinks at his statement, and you immediately fly out of your chair, sprinting over to him and crashing into his chest. Your arms firmly wrap around him, holding him in place and you can barely hold back the tears that begin flowing down your cheeks.

“Please... don’t go.” You sink down to your knees, bringing him down with you and sobbing into his chest.

“Hey, hey. Why are you crying, beautiful?” Your vision is blurry as you look at him, and he gently cups your cheeks.

“You can’t go... I can’t lose you.” He smiles softly, wondering what on earth you’re talking about.

“I’m just going to a meeting with boss, that’s all. I’ll be back in no time.”

“No! You don’t understand. Y-you won’t come back. You’re going to get hurt...” He chuckles quietly, wiping away your tears.

“I’m strong enough, dear. I promise I'll come back, okay?” You won’t listen to him—you already know what’s going to happen—and you know full well he’s not coming back.

“Please, just listen to me this once.” He shakes his head, helping you to your feet.

“I need to go. My allegiance is to the mafia, and I can’t jeopardize that.”

“Even if it means your life?”

“You know me, I don’t go down without a fight.” You choke out a sob, and he pulls you into his embrace. “Stop worrying about me, y/n. I’ll be okay. It’s just a meeting.” Landing a soft kiss to your lips, he departs, and you sink to the ground, wishing you were strong enough to stop the disaster that’s about to happen. Images flash through your mind and you let out a cry of pain, your heart shattering into a million pieces as you feel your love slip from your fingers.

-> ALBATROSS

“Wanna see my motorcycle?” Albatross jumps up from behind you, already dragging you towards the garage. You smile softly, loving how passionate he is about his bike.

“Sure!” It doesn’t first process in your mind the significance of this moment, but it eventually sinks in when he begins to explain his plans with it, his arm tight around your shoulders.

“I was thinkin’ of giving it to Chuuya... dunno if he’ll like it though.” A silent tear rolls down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away.

“I think he’ll love it.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. He’ll use it a lot in the future, I'm sure of it.”

Albatross beams and places a hand on his hip.

“Huh. Didn't know he’d like it that much...” He stares at his bike for a little longer before turning to you. “Wait... how’d ya know he was gonna use it in the future?”

“It’s just a guess.” You shrug casually, squeezing out from under his shoulder and approaching the shiny vehicle, gently running your hand over the smooth leather seat.

“Are ya okay, baby? You look kinda sad...” You immediately look at him, shaking your head.

“No, I'm okay. I’m just thinking about the future, that’s all.” He approaches you, snaking his hands around your hips and kissing your cheek.

“You can talk to me about it, baby.” You only let out a tired sigh.

“Not today. Maybe sometime in the future, when we’re grown up and have a family of our own.” You can feel him smile into your shoulder, his grip around you tightening.

“I like the sound of that. It’s a deal, then.” You smile sadly and can feel your heart breaking into pieces as he pinky promises with you.

“Lemme take you on a ride! Come on, come on!” His mood switches up immediately, and he tosses you a helmet. As he drives you through the night, your head resting on his back and arms tight around his torso, you wish you can stay like this forever. You can feel the weight of his promise, and your chest tightens.

If only we did have a future together, Albatross.

-> DOC

He’s never really talked to you about his goals before, so he’s a little hesitant to ask. But he figures as the two of you are having tea in your living room, now is the perfect time to ask.

“My goals?” You think for a moment about the question, quite unsure of the answer yourself. “I’m not entirely sure, babe. What about you? Do you still want to save 2 million people?” Doc almost chokes on his tea, looking at you with wide eyes. Immediately realizing what you said, butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I mean... um... that’s a common goal for a doctor, right? Like... it’s not like I know your personal goals... or um... anything.” Staring down into your tea, you hope he bought your ridiculously obvious lie.

“Actually, that is still my goal. My question now is, how do you know that? I don’t recall ever sharing that with you.”

Ah fuck, now I've really done it, you think to yourself.

Looking up at him hesitantly, you can see in his eyes that he’s not mad or anything, he’s just curious. If anything, he’s fascinated that you were able to figure that out. Do you have an ability that allows you to do so? Or are your deduction skills just so incredibly spot on that you were able to even get the exact number of people he desired to save?

“Umm... I don’t really know. I just guessed?” You shrug, and he feels the beginning of a smile tugging on his lips.

“Okay then. Whatever you say.”

“Just forget I said anything...” You laugh nervously before taking a sip of your tea, silently hoping that he’ll just drop it and change the subject.

“I’ll let fate bring the answer to me, my dear.” He smiles over his cup, in such a way that it sends a small chill down your spine. You don’t doubt he’ll find out eventually, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it.

-> ICEMAN

“Hey~” You plop down next to him on the couch after a long day of working in the mafia, letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Hey there, love.” He leans over and captures your lips in a quick kiss. He hasn’t seen you all day, and he was quite happy to finally spend time with you.

“How was your day?

“It was alright.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I managed to catch a group of assassins that wanted to take down Mori, so that was fun.”

“Oh that’s interesting.”

“Yeah. Though I do admit, taking out a small number will never compare to the record you hold.” Iceman eyes you curiously, wondering where that came from.

“What record?”

“Um, your kill record…?” You almost immediately notice your slip up, and you clamp a hand over your mouth.

“I mean… what record? I don’t know about any record.” He raises an eyebrow while eyeing you curiously, and you stare right back at him.

“Whatever you say, babe.” You smile innocently and he chuckles lightly. He knows you’re lying, there must be some way you found out, but he’s not going to push it.

“Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He pokes your forehead and you jut out your bottom lip.

“Only thoughts about you.”

“Sure.” Pushing his shoulder, you let out a groan.

“Oh hush. You know it’s true."

-> LIPPMANN

His hands snuck around your waist and his lips found yours again, mouth moving against your own. You’re situated in his lap, arms loosely around his neck as the two of you spend the evening together. It had been a while since you’ve been able to sit down and enjoy time with him, but even then you both seem to still have work business on your mind.

“I wonder what everyone else is up to today... probably not anything productive,” you remark, resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’s not like we’re being very productive either, sweetheart.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“Is it, now?” He kisses your cheek, tightening his embrace.

“Hey Lippmann, do you think we’ll get anywhere? Like as a group?” Your voice is quiet and inquisitive, and he wonders what brought on the sudden change in mood.

“I’d like to think so. We’re all stronger than we give ourselves credit for, and I think we’ll be able to fulfill our dreams of having a future together, me and you. Maybe settling down later and starting a family.” He kisses your head, and he can feel you smile into his shirt.

“Yeah. I really hope that happens.” He can’t see the tears welling up in your eyes, nor can he feel your heart breaking at his hopeful dreams. For a moment you can see it, the both of you in the future, all grown up with the rest of the Flags. Talking. Laughing. Smiles on all your faces. And a small child in your arms, Lippmann pressing a kiss to your temple as you chat with everyone else over a meal.

But then the reality of what’s really going to happen sets in, and you can’t help the small tears that begin to run down your cheeks. Lippmann immediately notices when the front of his shirt begins to dampen, and he pulls you out of his embrace so he can see you.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying? Was it something I said?” You shake your head as his soft hands gently wipe away your tears.

“It’s nothing. I’m just really happy to have met you.” He smiles, resting his forehead against your own.

“Me too. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be a part of my life, y/n.” Kissing you once again, he pulls you to his chest.

I just wish I could spend an eternity with you.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #piano man x reader #albatross x reader #doc x reader #iceman x reader #lippmann x reader #bsd x reader #bsd scenarios #flags x reader bsd #flags bsd

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lightupthemoon · 2 years

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The Effect You Got On Me: From The Vault (No. 6)

No. 6: The more we stay quiet, it gets loud

No. 1 // No. 2 // No. 3 // No. 4 // No. 5 // No. 7 // No. 8 // No. 9 // No. 10

Summary: Kate has trouble sleeping. Drabble collection based on the events of The Effect You Got On Me.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Song: Don't Wanna Be Your Friend (feat. Katie Pearlman) by ayokay

Warnings: None for this one, just fluff. However, 18+ for previous and future parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 856

Read on AO3 // PLAYLIST

AUTHORS NOTE: I was gonna update next week but I'm leaving for a trip tomorrow and I will be off the grid until maybe Thursday, so I decided to give you a small one. This is just fluff that would have gone between part 3 and part 4. (If anyone wants to be tagged, lemme know) Enjoy!

You flinched in your bed, startled by the soft knock on the door that woke you up. You reached for your phone on the nightstand, clicking on the home button to check the hour. 3:45 AM. Who in the hell would be knocking on your dorm room at that hour?

You lifted your chin to look across the room, America completely passed out in a deep slumber, even snoring softly. There was no way in hell she would get up. You sighed, grumpily throwing the blankets off your body and walking to the door, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. You heard another knock, a little louder this time.

"What the–" You started as you swung the door open, only to stop mid-sentence when you saw Kate behind the door, confused. "Katie?"

"Hi," Kate greeted you with an anxious smile, before quickly looking down at her shoes. She seemed fidgety, playing with her hands. "Did I wake you up? Of course I woke you up, it's late. Did I wake America? Does she want to kill me? Oh, no. I should go. I shouldn't have come in the first place. Go back to sleep, I'm so sorry for–"

"Katie, darling," you interrupted her, placing your hand on hers. She shut up immediately. "What's wrong?"

She licked her lips. "I couldn't sleep and I just–" she trailed off mid-sentence, running her fingers through her hair, exhaling heavily through her nose. Almost like she didn't want to say what was going through her head. "Can I–can I stay with you?"

Kate was looking at you with big doe eyes, the crease between her eyebrows knitting them together. She looked so lost and vulnerable–you wanted nothing more than to kiss her worries away.

You grabbed one of her hands, intertwining your fingers with hers. "Come on in, just be quiet, okay?"

Kate nodded, a deep feeling of warmth flowing through her body at your touch. She closed the door behind her, following you into your bed. You laid on your side to look at her while pulling the blankets over the two of you. God, she was so beautiful. The moonlight coming through the window made her skin glisten like porcelain, enhancing all of her facial features. You brushed her cheek with the back of your index finger, butterflies furiously fluttering in your stomach with the way her blue eyes glimmered.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked her in a whisper.

Kate sighed, shaking her head no. "It's nothing."

"I have seen you fall asleep standing up, Katie," You cackled. "It has to be something."

Your gaze inadvertently fell to her mouth, watching her chew on the pink flesh of her bottom lip. Silence reigned for a moment while Kate pondered her answer. You ran your fingertips across the side of her neck, waiting for her to speak.

"Have you ever wanted something so badly that it just…" Kate sighed, looking down at her hands. "Freaks you out how much you want it?"

She looked back up at you, your eyes still fixated on her lips as you said, "Yeah, I have." You saw her eyebrows rise in a silent question, and you cleared your throat, grateful that she wouldn't be able to see the pink flush on your cheeks in the dark. You shook your head, your gaze finding hers. "But I am a firm believer that if you want something bad enough, it will find a way to be."

"Well, I really hope you're right."

"I know I am. Besides, you're Kate Bishop. You can get everything you want."

Kate huffed. "Not everything." You furrowed your eyebrows and you opened your mouth to question what she meant by that when she continued saying, "I don't know, maybe it's just the competitions." Kate breathed out. "Semi-finals are around the corner."

"Come on, you have nothing to worry about. I've told you before. No one's better than you."

The corners of Kate's mouth tugged upward. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. You're the world's greatest archer, remember? They won't know what hit 'em."

Kate chuckled, scooting over, resting her chin on your shoulder, your bodies brushing together as she tangled her legs with yours. Your arms reacted on their own, circling her waist.

"Thank you for letting me stay. I promise I'll leave before America wakes up."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I don't care what she has to say as long as you feel better."

"I do," Kate mumbled, her lips against your skin. "I always do when you're with me."

Her words unleashed a rattling zoo inside you. You kissed the top of her head and held back the three words that wanted to come out of your mouth. Instead, your grip on her tightened, and she scooted closer, taking little to no time for her chest to rise and fall rhythmically, a clear sign that she had fallen asleep in your arms. You pressed your cheek to the top of her head, focusing on her breathing, wishing to stay like that forever as sleep took over you once again.

TAGLIST: @sunshadesnrainbowz @imlike-so-gaydude @hopingforromanoff @ittynyte @girlssnrosess @assgardangod

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #hawkeye series #marvel fanfiction #kate bishop smut #kate bishop x gender neutral reader #kate bishop fanfiction #writing #the effect you got on me

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astriddestelle · 7 months

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Bored af so imma do what your favorite childhood fictional crush says about you.

Meant to be taken with a grain of salt. (Just for fun)

Robin from Teen Titans: You love a man in charge, and want someone who is ride or die for you. If he’s not gonna jump off a cliff to save you at the risk of his own life you don’t want him. Doesn’t hurt that’s he rich too. You’re probably taller than your current bf.

Beast Boy: You like a guy who can make you laugh. Probably the youngest in your family. You don’t mind your guys a bit goofy looking. You want a golden retriever boyfriend and probably love animals go figure.

Cyborg: Two words hot jock. You love athletic dudes and played a lot of sports when you were younger, if you didn’t you wished you did. You like a man that can cook and will not hesitate to take care of you. You love a big friendly giant.

Zuko from Avatar: You’re a sucker for bad boys. And think you can change em (lucky for you this one wants to be change) awkward guys who don’t know how hot they are get you going. You find cringe moments cute and adorable. And admire a man with drive passion and ambition

Jet: you’re a sucker for bad boys and think you can change em (jokes on you this one won’t change) you like your men dramatic and angsty with cocky attitude. You’re a sucker for flirting hidden under the guise of snarky banter.

Sokka: You think pick up lines are hilarious and swoon every time. You flirt in fluent sarcasm. You love to laugh and like funny guys. Your perfect date involve something to do with eating. You’ve got a kink for smart men.

Aang: You like you’re men sweet and you’re probably a child at heart. You might be the oldest who wants a man to lessen their responsibilities. You like bald men. You’re a girl who sees future potential. You want a golden retriever boyfriend.

Danny Phantom: Listen you like your men just a wee bit dumb. Honestly who doesn’t love a good himbo er himbo in the making. He’s like 20 percent himbo and that’s good enough for you. You like a guy with big dreams and a protection streak 20 miles long. You’re also a sucker for witty flirtation and fake hair and blue eyes gets you going.

Jack Fenton: You REALLY like himbos. (He had to get from somewhere right) you want a guy that will worship and adore you. You don’t mind having to clean up messes. You like a man that is sweet but will not hesitate to beat someone down in your honor.

Vlad: You REALLY like bad boys. A firm believer in I can fix him. You’ve been waiting your whole life to be a hot trophy wife. You enjoy the finer things in like. You like well dressed men with a sultry voice.

Anyone wants me to do more lemme know. I just got bored haha. Again this is just for fun, please don’t come in with ACTUALLY.

#danny phantom #teen titans #avatar the last airbender #aang #prince zuko #sokka #jet atla #Robin #cyborg #beast boy #jack fenton #vlad plasmius #what your fave fictional crush says about you #what your favorite childhood fictional crush says about you

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scoonsalicious · 24 days

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Wow, that was such a sweet ending. I can't believe we're here now. and guess what YOU DID IT! you finished a whole series so huge congratulations! That's not an easy feat. I'm proud of you!

Tony being dramatic with Pocket moving out as if she is going to move to another country only to find out it's just a couple blocks away? Hilarious. Also the umbilical cord line was so so funny. I'm glad for this fresh start though! Pocket absolutely needs it.

And here's me thinking "Where the hell is, Bucky?" and well there he is! So happy to see them be in such a better place now and I'm glad they were able to go to couples counseling and truly got to work on themselves. It might be rare but it's not impossible for couples to work out even after similar events that Bucky and Pocket have fone through. And well, they've grown a bond so strong with what they went through and I truly believe they're going to be better and healthier than before. I know there's going to be more of these two but for now, I will miss the shenanigans they'll get up to. Especially now that they've got their own place to christen hahaha those poor neighbors, doesn't matter if they're a whole floor down. They're going to hear it no matter what.

What a journey this has been. As I said, I've got all my reports compiled into one document. Would you believe me if I said I've written a total of 19k words from all these essays I've sent you? Insane, I tell you. I absolutely don't regret it one single bit. I enjoyed this ride so much, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'll try and keep up with the future installments, sequels, and your other series (which has peaked my interest ngl) But with school and work, I'll try my best. I'll for sure pop in here whenever i can though. Until then, I'll see you around! Lots of Love!

— Jnon 🤍

WE did it, Jnon! All of us, together!

Although, if people ask what my Greatest Life Accomplishment is, I'm gonna say "oh, that book I wrote." I will *not* say it was Bucky Barnes fanfic smut; just a book, lol. Actually, lemme go check that off my Bucket List rn...

(Actual photo of my Bucket List. Please ignore the fact I used Papyrus. It was 2014, and yes, I was still old enough to know better.)

I loved the idea of Tony acting like Pocket moving out was the biggest affront to him that could be made. In the original draft, Bucky and Pocket were going to be going at it on the balcony like the touch-starved rabbits they were, and then Tony was going to fly over in his Iron Man suit, but I ended up not wanting to write the awkward, lol. Maybe I'll save it for a smutshot someday, lol.

So, I wrote the epilogue a long, long time ago. Like, way before I wrote the actual ending, or even up to... like Chapter 10, I think? I confess to deliberately playing with it so you didn't know if she and Bucky had gotten back together or not, because at the time, I didn't know myself. I wasn't sure if the ending was going to be truly happy, or just hopeful for them. I had a *brief* (and I mean very, very brief) moment where I had her coming home to Steve, but that died very quickly, because Ew, Steve. I mean, seriously. I think the only reason I thought of it was that it would make people's jaws drop, lol.

Yes, their neighbors are going to hate them, lol. Most definitely. Well, at least until the middle-aged woman who lives downstairs comes up to yell at them to keep it down, but Bucky answers the door in a two-sizes too small tank top and smiles his Bucky smile at her and then she gets it, lol, and did I just come up with another idea for a smutshot? ::sigh:: TO THE GOOGLE DOC! I think I'm up to 13 now? I definitely will do my best to keep you fed with the shenanigans.

I cannot believe you've written 19k words! I have loved reading each and every single one! Focus on school, and don't worry about keeping up with what's going on over here-- it'll be here waiting for you for whenever you have the time. It's been an honor, my friend. A true honor.

#unwanted #jnon report

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eliasmendoza · 11 months

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Prompt: Answer this with five tracks you think represent your character best! If you don't have an OC, do it for a character you love!

Thank you to @shiinzhon for the tag! Lemme tag @unhingedravenclawstuff @wrenegade-accio @sallowslytherin @parselmouthedmelinae @holisticpearliegeek @catohphm and whoever else wants to do this!

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Without further ado, here we go. Each song has a particular meaning in Elias' life. I'll break down each one as best as I can and perhaps provide some bonus tracks.

1. "Happy & Sad" by Kacey Musgraves

Kacey Musgraves explained that "Sometimes I find myself not being able to enjoy the height of a good moment because I start thinking about the fact that it’s about to be over." Since the trauma of the Philippine revolution affected him so deeply to the point that he lost so many people he cared about, Elias became a very cautious person, feeling like the highs he feels now will become lows very soon.

2. "Eyes Shut" by Years & Years

Y&Y frontman and songwriter Olly Alexander said, "The song is about self preservation and wanting to hide from disaster." This song is like a sort of follow-up to "Happy & Sad" for Elias, wherein he convinces himself that by detaching himself, he won't feel any hurt or loss. He feels the need to be stronger for his mom and himself. This is essentially the reason why he genuinely cannot bring himself indulge in the idea that he could be happy.

3. "Screaming" by CHVRCHES

The past five years Elias experienced since the attack on his home village has swept Elias into a tornado of unpredictable events. It feels as if misfortune has control of his life. He is both victim and witness to all that unfolds in his life and is forced to go with the flow of it all. He is frustrated over the trauma that holds his life. But towards the end of the song, Elias decides he cannot give up and keeps fighting for a better future.

4. "A Song to Come Home To" by Jinkx Monsoon

The song is a dedication to Elias' mother and his chosen family (his dear friends at Hogwarts). It's clear and simple a message: he will love them all no matter what. They never left him when the going got rough for Elias in so many ways, and he will reciprocate that for them as well because of the love that connects them all.

5. "panorama" by Hayley Kiyoko

"Wait, have you seen the view?"

This is Elias finally becoming in touch with himself and the world around him, finally being able to process all that has happened to him, l making peace with it all, and moving forward and accepting wholeheartedly the love and happiness he deserves. He can finally stop and look at all the good that has happened to him and enjoy it all. Sure, the feeling of the storm coming after the sunshine is still there, but learns to manage that feeling as well.

Author's note: If you all want a full Spotify playlist for Elias (and Sebastian as a couple), please do let me know. I'm willing to share it hehehe.

Bonus tracks under the cut!

6. Three Versions of Ave Maria

Okay, now hear me out before you think this is a weird thing to add to a playlist. Remember Elias was born during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines, which means Catholicism was rampant then. As a magical practitioner, Elias never felt a real connection with the religion but for some reason felt one with the Virgin Mary. Maybe it was that she reminded him of his mother, Ma. Aurora: kind, caring, and loving.

Now, why do I have three versions of Ave Maria listed? Let's explore them!

A. Franz Schubert/Josh Groban

Josh Groban, who is my voiceclaim for Elias, sings this version passionately as if he's pleading for help. In a way, it harkens to "Ellens Gesang III", a derivation of Sir Walter Scott's poem, "The Lady of the Lake". In the poem, the heroine, Ellen Douglas, is praying to the Virgin Mary for help, anxious over the fate of her father on the eve of an important battle. The same way, Elias secretly "prays" for safety as he and his mother leave the Philippines and will lead new lives in a foreign country.

B. Charles Gonoud & Johann Sebastian Bach/Amira Willighagen

This version by Bach and Gonoud and performed by Willighagen has a more angelic and heavenly approach to it. I used this iteration to represent Elias at his calmest and happiest. It is in this moment that he finds something good in his situation like a strongly-lit lighthouse in a stormy midnight. In a way, he begins to find this light when he learns to let his own guard down and open his heart, starting with Sebastian (to Anne's delight, that little schemer). This is Elias "praying" that this joy will last forever.

C. Franz Schubert/Beyoncé

The conclusion to Elias' Ave Maria trilogy is a wedding song by Beyoncé. This is that point in Elias' life where there is calm, joy, and the sense of stability that he's longed for since he and his mother were displaced. Elias is finally happy with his life. He has everything a boy like him could need: his mother, his best friends, and a loving husband. (Yes, Elias and Seb get married who wants to attend the wedding yaaaas)

It also makes sense to have this as the end to the trilogy as it is a rewrite of Franz Schubert's original Ave Maria, as performed earlier by Josh Groban.

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More songs will be added at some point so stay tuned, I guess?

#hogwarts legacy #oc: elias mendoza #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #eliasmendoza interacts with people

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wolkoshka · 2 years

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☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

¶pov: youre gojo satoru's gf and youre as insufferable as he is

¶pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

¶warnings: just a bunch of audacity from either party, maybe a few stolen smooches here and there; fluff; sfw

¶anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

¶note: dua lipa n sean pauls no lie was the inspo for this tiny piece; enjoy!

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

"Feel your eyes, they all over me. Don't be shy, take control of me," you sang, fingers turning the volume up to one of your favorite songs as your boyfriend, unimpressed, glared at you through his blindfold. Granted, he did just ask you train with him. Something you reaaally did not like. Training entailed sweating, and who liked sweating? People who loved themselves less, that's who. And old people. Did it matter that you were kind of already breaking out in a sweat as you danced your way to your boyfriend, hips gyrating, buttocks slightly twerking against his robust thighs? Absolutely not. Because your favorite song was playing, and a positive with a negative produced a negative. Wait. That didn't make sense.

All right, the reason why you didn't want to train was solely due to the fact that it would require you face the demons of your past. Well, in this case, curses. Ugh. Such ugly things. And you were so pretty. And so was your boyfriend, so, really, there was no need for such miseries. But that's really the lone reason why Satoru insisted you train. Training meant control, and control meant strength. But to do so would mean facing the worst of the worst, something you admitted you needed, yes. Eventually. Right now?

You pumped your chest, arms swaying, dropping your best moves around Satoru's much taller frame. Try resisting that!

He grabbed at your hips, stalling you. "You know I'd love nothing more than to join you--"

"--So join me--"

"--but, as a really good boyfriend and, let's face it, the best you've ever had, I need to make sure my girl can stay safe in the coming battle."

"I'm your girl?" you rasped, teeth digging into your lower lip, body still swaying to the beat of the music. Still grinding against his. He tipped his silver head, eyes boring into yours despite the barrier between you. He thumbed your hips, and your tongue wet the seam of your lips.

"Oh, yes," came his husky retort. "Funnily, the best I've ever had too."

Darling man. My darling man. So mine, you internally sighed, arms encircling him and greedy palms skidding down the length of his back--and right atop his meaty rear. You groped him, and he grunted, body jerking.

"I'm so lit, so lit, my girl," you echoed the lyrics, fingernails digging into the clothed flesh. "So lemme see you roll it, roll it, my girl." And you did, rolling your hips into his. The angular press of his hip bones against yours caused a flush to ignite low in your belly.

His expression darkened, body hardening. "Y/N..." he warned. "Don't push me."

"Let me bone it, let me own it, my girl?" you innocently finished.

"That's it. You’re really killing my vibe here, sweetheart."

Before he could push you away, you kissed him, rising to your tiptoes and basically climbing the rest of the way up. He may put up a defiant stance against your best moves when your future was at stake, sure, but your kiss? Your sinful lips? Your ambrosial taste? Yeah, he caved.

The contact was full of heat, mouths parting to welcome the fire of the other. For a moment, a long moment, hands wandered, nails scraped, bodies meshed and tangled, and you became one. One mind. One heart. One breath. So fast. So faultlessly.

Such intoxication left you both panting, burning through your most intimate parts, that he almost tripped and you almost fell. You chuckled into the kiss, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He grunted, huffing.

Cupping your face and planting a soft peck on your lips, the tip of your nose, forehead, cheeks, neck--peck, peck, peck--he pulled away.

"Later. Promise."

"Nooo," you whined. "But you love my kisses."

"Key word being love. Yeah, I love you, you sucker. All the more for me to protect you. Help you. Help me help you, baby, come on," he breathed into your face.

His words tugged at your heart. Yeah, he loved you. Ugh! Why did he have to be so irresistible! With that tone, he could have you eating your veggies for a week straight, and you weren't even taking his eyes into question!

"Fine," you conceded with a grumble. "Promise promise?"

He smiled, reddened lips lushly curving. "No l-i-i-ie or whatever you kids say these days."

You mirrored his humor, eyes twinkling. Okay, you'd train. You'd face your most terrible nightmares. You'd punch and kick and scream, but only because you knew, in your heart of hearts, that when you fell, Gojo Satoru would be there to catch you.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

• for this man, and honestly all the other jjk men, requests are welcome! x

#Gojo Satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #anime #fluff and comfort #fluff and humor #romance #we love this white rat of a man <3333 #wolkoska writes #writing #sfw

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licensedqueerio · 2 years

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hello !! sorry to bother, but can i request a trans male! reader x trans! fred benson, where fred confesses his feelings to reader– but reader has reveals the fact he's trans, and so does fred? something angsty but fluffy like that.

if you're not trans, or not comfortable with it— maybe instead of confessing reader and fred are transgender, reader confesses he likes fred, and fred feels the need to reveal what happened with the crash?

overall, i'm just feeling angst with fluff !! thank you for reading <33 !!

I'll do you one better and write both :) I'm trans and honestly? I'm terrified of having to actually come out to future partners bc sometimes people are assholes.

This feels too short, but whatever it's midnight and I'm tired. Also, everyone says Fred did a hit and run so that's what I wrote. I hope you enjoy!

(Also if anyone wants to be tagged in future Fred fics, lemme know and I'll be sure to do that)

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Word count: 1.9k

Pairing: Trans!Fred Benson x Trans Male!Reader

Warnings: swearing, car crash

Request Here

Tags: @figbar21

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"Is there a reason why you called me at midnight, said 'we need to talk' and then hung up?" You whisper-demanded as you climbed through Fred's now open window with a scowl. "I have anxiety! You can't do that to me!" You hissed.

"It's 11:59," Fred responded, pointing to the clock hanging on his wall.

You scowled as you closed the window behind you. "I'm gonna kill you," you muttered under your breath, turning to face him. You paused as you got the chance to really take in his appearance.

He was sitting on his bed, already in pajamas plus a sweater. That meant something was wrong, because he hated sweaters at night, especially in winter. He preferred to cozy up under a thick blanket. Unless he was sad, then he wore a sweater because hs could wipe his tears with his sleeves. He was also chewing the inside of his lip and his leg was bouncing erratically.

"If my own nerves don't kill me first," he responded. "We do need to talk though."

You took a seat at his desk table, spinning in the rollie chair to face him. "I'm here. What's wrong?" You asked, voice taking on a more serious tone, reading the room and understanding that something was infact wrong.

"I need to tell you something and it can't wait any longer, because…you're leaving tomorrow and if I don't do this now then I might never do it," Fred began, looking up and making an effort to maintain eye contact.

"Fred, I'm leaving for the holidays. I'll come back, I promise," you reassured with a smile. "But—but go ahead," you quickly added when you noticed his distress.

"I…have a crush on you," he confessed, finally breaking eye contact as his whole body went rigid with tension. "More than a crush, actually. Y/N you're my best friend, and you've always been there for me and I'm—I'm in love with you." A hesitant smile crossed his lips as he looked back up at you, attempting to gauge your reaction.

You were silent, staring at him for a long moment as your thoughts raced. You knew this was going to happen. Dammit you knew this was going to happen. "Fred…"

The smile slipped off of his face and solemn acceptance replaced it. "Oh," he said.

"Listen, I—I do love you, Fred. But…but I—" You stammered, unable to find the right way to put it. You had essentially broken his trust. Lied by omission. You should have told him the truth the second he started showing interest.

But you were selfish and you wanted him so bad. And now you had him, but he didn't have the truth and that wasn't fair.

There was no way to describe the guilt and dread pooling in your gut right now. The terror of having to come out like this. You didn't want it to be like this. Hell if you had it your way you wouldn't have to come out at all. You'd gone through this freshman year when you first began transitioning and had to come out. You had to move schools sophomore year because of how bad the harassment had gotten. By the time you got to Hawkins High, you'd been passing and no one knew the truth.

That was coming back to bite you in the ass, because you had no choice but to tell him the truth. He deserved it, especially if he was anything like the dicks at your old school who didn't want anything to do with you because you weren't a 'real boy'. Best to figure that out now before a relationship could begin.

"But you don't love me like that," Fred had filled in, staring at his lap, fisting his pants then smoothing them out, wiping his hands against them. "It's okay, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I understand. I hope we can stay friends," he said, though he didn't sound very optimistic.

"No!" You exclaimed, before grimacing at your volume.

Fred looked up at you, taken aback. "No?" He asked. "O-okay. Look, I'm really sorry I ruined this between us—"

"Fred," you interrupted. "It's not that. I've just been unfair to you and I haven't told you the entire truth. But you deserve it and it may change how you feel about me," you said, rolling the chair closer to him because, well, a truth this big called for closeness.

"...what are you talking about?" He asked skeptically. "Whatever it is, it won't change how I feel."

"Shh," you shushed, "let me say this."

"Fine," Fred said and sat quietly.

"I'm transgender, Fred," you said quietly, looking up at him, watching his face morph into surprise. "I wasn't born a man and…and I can't give you what you want. Not…physically anyway. I'm not a real boy so I'm not even sure you really want me. I'm sorry I misguided you, I didn't…I should have told you the truth earlier," you said, the dread and terror shifting into anxiety ridden resignation.

Now it was Fred's turn to be silent, which was actual torture because you had no idea how he was going to take the news or what he was going to say.

"That won't change how I feel about you," Fred said finally, lifting his head to look you in the eyes.

"But—"

"It won't change how I feel about you because," he took a deep breath, "because I'm trans too."

The silence that followed felt like an eternity before you exhaled sharply, "what?" You asked.

"I'm trans too. I cut all my hair off and started going by Fred in eighth grade, I'm trans too," he repeated.

A relieved smile was stuck on your lips as you relaxed into the chair. "Oh thank god," you said, "I was so worried you were going to freak out or tell me you hated me. I put off telling you for so long because I was so scared," you laughed now at the idea, shaking your head as you leaned forward. "Fred, I love you too. In a romantic way. In a very romantic way."

Fred's grin could light up a room. But then it faltered. "I guess since you were brave enough to tell me…you also deserve the truth," he murmured.

You paused, sitting back up to look at him. "What truth? You already told me…"

"I did something," Fred said, rubbing his scar with a grimace. "Something I've never told anyone but you deserve to know because this is kind of huge and you'll probably hate me for it."

You didn't interrupt him, instead you stared at him in confusion.

Fred sighed quietly as he bowed his head.

"Last year, I took a drive. I used to do that pretty often," he cleared his throat and sniffled. "It was dark, I don't remember the exact time but it was dark. All my windows were down because I liked the wind. I shouldn't—I shouldn't have been out in the first place, honestly. But I was."

Your brow furrowed. You weren't really sure where he was going with this.

"I was the only car on the highway. The forest was on both sides of me. And this car—I swear it came out of nowhere. I didn't see it…Y/N I didn't see it, there were no lights," he whimpered and you realized he was crying.

You were up in an instant, but he shook his head so you slowly sank back down into the leather of the chair.

Fred took a deep breath, exhaling softly. "I didn't see the car until I hit it," he whispered. "I hit it and it…it rolled too many times. It landed upside down and before I knew it caught fire," his glasses sat askew on his face as he attempted to wipe his tears.

"I was paralyzed. Even as the car became engulfed and the driver crawled out of the car. He was screaming…I was terrified. He begged me to help him, but I couldn't. I couldn't get out of the car, my body wouldn't cooperate. And when he stopped moving…I ran. I sped all the way home and told my dad I hit a deer," Fred was crying again, his face blotchy and red.

You sat in silence as you took that in. Fred had been involved in a hit and run, apparently. But from what it sounded like, it wasn't on purpose. And he couldn't have done anything if he did get out of his car.

You stood up again and went to sit down at his side. You put an arm around his shoulder and coaxed him to come closer.

He did, shifting closer, his thigh pressed against yours and his face pressed into your chest, wetting your shirt with his tears.

You didn't mind.

You wrapped your other arm around him, rubbing his arm gently as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It wasn't your fault," you murmured into his hair.

"It was all my fault," Fred cried. "I hit him and then I didn't help him," he sobbed, body trembling in your arms.

"It's not your fault," you repeated. "Baby, he didn't have headlights," you whispered, "that's why you didn't see him. He must have turned into your lane, and then…you couldn't stop fast enough."

"I should have seen him!" Fred insisted. "I should have…I should have seen him. I shouldn't have even been out!"

"There's nothing you could have done," you said.

"I could have called 911! I could have…he didn't have to die, I'm a murderer," he sobbed even harder.

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "No, he was dead the second the car caught fire. There's nothing you or the paramedics could have done. You panicked and you went home, and I agree. You should have called 911. But you were scared."

Fred said nothing to that. The quiet noises he made as he cried tore your heart into two. But all you could do was hold him and try to persuade him.

"You hate me," he weakly mumbled.

"I don't. I don't hate you for something you couldn't have prevented. This wasn't your fault, it was no one's fault," you replied. "I love you, Fred. This isn't going to change that anymore than the fact that you're trans will. Your past is your past for a reason."

"I don't deserve you," he said quietly. He sounded calmer, but exhausted. "I don't deserve you, Y/N. But I love you so much."

"You deserve the world, darling," you murmured, finally beginning to pull away.

Fred made a distressed noise, "you're leaving?"

"No," you answered, letting go of him and bending over to untie your shoes. You kicked them off to the side and stood up, gesturing for him to lay down. "I'll get the light. We'll talk more about this tomorrow if you'd like. But for right now, all that needs to be said is I love you, regardless of your past."

Fred's eyes brimmed with tears and he nodded, a watery smile on his lips as he laid on his side in bed.

You went to switch the lights off before returning. You climbed into bed behind him, hugging him from behind because it was obvious he needed to be held tonight.

"Goodnight, darling," you murmured, kissing his cheek. "Get some rest now."

"Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you, I love you," Fred quietly responded.

"I love you too."

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