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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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// "don’t question me again or i’ll leave." ~ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ᴛᴀᴅᴀsʜɪ ~ 8656 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ minors dni super nfsw!, cheating (seriously, major plot point), threesome, vouyerism, size kink, weird feelings, use of character first names, degradation, oral f!receive, dom/sub undertones, coming untouched, stop light system, dirty talk, name calling, coming twice, plot-heavy, pegging, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail.

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come.

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by.

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there.

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself.

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod.

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up.

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?”

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat.

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now.

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff.

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you.

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night.

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts.

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo.

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one.

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there.

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though.

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters.

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation.

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in.

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all.

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night.

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.”

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.”

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win.

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat.

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one.

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question.

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do?

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night.

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed.

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end.

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight.

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth.

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness.

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks.

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.”

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head.

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants.

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue.

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him.

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to.

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time.

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding.

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds.

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs.

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable.

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye.

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to.

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for.

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan.

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise.

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other.

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms.

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions.

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps.

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips.

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall.

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole.

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers.

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo.

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.”

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass.

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away.

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling.

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being.

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan.

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment.

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now.

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed.

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi.

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you.

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place.

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei.

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come.

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion.

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing.

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust.

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching.

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him.

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well.

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air.

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks.

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you.

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue.

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?”

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm.

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours.

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach.

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for.

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does.

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock.

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for.

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.”

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it.

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you.

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too.

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shunchitaro · 1 year

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Aguni x Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff Platonic >I haven't seen Aguni oneshots or any written w him being a father-figure so here >Reader is a male child in this oneshot It was the King of Spades game, Aguni saw the blimp nearby, and he knew to take cover, heading into the woods. As he went he heard sobbing, and being curious he decided to investigate.

He saw a child, maybe around 12 years old. He was resting against a tree, and Aguni's eyes traveled down to see a sharp shard of glass protruding from the boy's leg. Just next to the little boy was a man which could be his father, pale and blood all over him. Aguni's breath caught in his throat, realizing that the kid's father must have died trying to protect him.

Aguni went up to the kid, crouching down. He wasn't really great with kids, but he knew he somehow had to help this one. He couldn't just leave the kid here to die. The games were almost over, the kid should at least survive.

"Kid, what's your name?" He asked, and the kid looked at him sniffling and barely able to breath due to crying so much. "Y/n Ō-oki" The kid stammered, voice breaking.

"Does that hurt?" Aguni asked, pointing at his leg and Y/N nods. "My papa and I were playing a game and we made it out but the building exploded.." He explained.

Aguni felt pity, should he take the kid with him? The kid could possibly slow him down from killing the King of Spades, and letting a kid tag along will most likely cause his own death.

"Do you want to come with me? I'll treat that wound of yours." Aguni asked gently, and the kid nodded. Aguni thought he could see a sense of relief in the little boy's eyes.

Aguni gently picked the kid up, taking him along. When he got to his camp, he made sure to be gentle in dressing Y/N's wound, pulling the shard out gently and wrapping his extra shirt around it tying it securely. Aguni grinned softly, patting the boy's head.

'You're a brave little kid, no wonder you made it this far hm?" Aguni asked, and the boy smiled proudly, yet sadly.

"My papa helped me get through most of the games. My older brother helped too but he went to a different game and never came back" He mumbled

"What was your older brother's name? Maybe we can look for him?" Aguni asked

"Ōki Ippei"

Aguni's breath caught in his throat. He remembered Chishiya telling him about the prison game, and how he played with a certain Ōki Ippei, and how he had killed himself during the game.

Y/N Ōki reminded Aguni of himself. Just like him, Y/N had nobody now. Just as Aguni lost Danma, this kid had lost his entire family.

He knew what it was like to be alone, and didn't want the young boy to experience it.

"Don't you worry Y/N. I'll take care of you. We'll both make it out of here alive."

Aguni kept to his word.

______________________________

Y/N Ōki was at the hospital. His leg was bandaged and he had a limp, due to the shard that had stabbed into his leg. He knew both his brother and father were dead, and he would be up for adoption soon enough.

Y/N suddenly stopped in front of a room with clear windows; and looking inside, he saw someone he thought he recognized. A nurse left the room, and noticed him. "Do you know this patient?" She asked gently, and he shook his head. "What's his name, miss?" Y/N asked, tiptoeing to look behind her. "Morizono Aguni" The nurse replied, before bowing and heading off.

Y/N felt a soft tug at his heart as he stared. The man was heavily bandaged and unconscious, but as Y/N stared at him, he felt as if he was protected. As if he was safe.

They might have not remembered each other, but Aguni kept to his word.

They both made it out alive.

Author's note: Hey! So for those who are wondering, I find it hard to write readers with pronouns they/them no matter how hard I try :') I end up writing he/her she/him unconsciously so I end up doing it all over again. So I'll switch from female or male readers from time to time, so it's fair. Im more used to writing stories with direct he/him she/her pronouns, so please understand <3

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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i found me a lover who could play the bass

Song- Pierre by Ryn Weaver

Paring- ron kerner x gn!reader

Warning(s)- Just some mentions of alcohol, no pronouns used

Wordcount- 1,285

Summary- Reader meets a pretty cute bassist.

“Come on, let’s go out,” Carol tried to drag me out of my seat.

“Can’t gotta study,” I told her.

“Study?” She waved her arms in the air exaggeratedly. “Y/N, we just finished midterms today.”

“And I have finals to study for already,” I groaned. “Also, if I want to make summa or magna, I need to get my shit together.”

“Y/N, hun,” she cupped my face. “You will, you just gotta take a break. I don’t want you to burn out, I’ve seen it. Do you want to burn yourself out?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Now come on, let’s get ready,” she smiled and skipped to her room.

Shaking my head and letting out a laugh, I got out of my seat and looked through my closet. Grabbing a pair of ripped black jeans, an off gray t-shirt, and a flannel, I got dressed before putting a jacket over my. Sliding on my boots, I looked at myself in the mirror to check out my look. I mean it’s pretty basic and I’m too lazy to actually put an outfit together, but it’s alright.

Walking out of my room, I saw Carol in an outfit with the same vibe as mine but dolled up. Grabbing our bags and keys, we walked out of our college apartment and I followed Carol.

“Where are we going anyways?” I asked her as we walked down the sidewalk.

“To the local bar because Nick’s band is playing,” she answered.

“So, we’re just watching your crush’s band play?” I raised my eyebrow.

“While having drinks and bar food at half price because of our student discount,” she added as she linked her arm with mine.

“Why don’t you tell him already?” I asked her. “You two already have a class together and there’s no way in hell you’re shy.”

“Well, I can be around him,” she blushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, get a drink inside you, loosen up, and go up to him when their set is done to ask him out,” I gave her some encouragement.

“We’ll see,” she chuckled as we walked into the bar.

Looking at the stage, we saw some people setting things up on the stage. Carol and I sat down in one of the corner booths where we could see the stage easily. One of the waiters came over to our table and took our orders before leaving again to get our drinks. After a few minutes, our drinks came and the band came on stage. Some cheers were heard from the crowd and Carol’s mouth. Popping a fry into my mouth, I listened to the band as their cover of 1985.

I bobbed my head to the songs they played while mouthing the lyrics. Sometimes I would glance at Carol who is just crushing over the drummer.

“How’s everyone doing?” The singer asked which caused everyone to cheer. “Alright, some of you who have already seen us already know who I am, but those who don’t, I’m Tom.”

More cheers came out.

“Over to the right of me is our guitarist, Pete,” Tom pointed to the man that stood next to him. “Oh my left is our bassist Ron.”

I looked over at the bassist and felt my heart stop a little. I’m not sure if it's the fact he’s in a band or the defined jawline or his wavy brunette hair, but he’s pretty attractive. Making eye contact, I felt myself blush when he sent me a wink.

“And the drummer behind me is Nicholas.” I nudged Carol a little when her crush was mentioned. “We're the Flyboys and we’re going to play you an original song now. This is Break Your Little Heart.”

The sound of Pete’s guitar filled the bar and all of us started to jam out. With two beers and a bunch of fried food in my system, the band finished playing their forty-five minute set.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I told Carol as I saw Nick walking up to our table.

Walking up to the bar, I ordered myself another beer. When I waited for my beer, I felt another presence next to me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him standing there.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I smiled back. “You were great up there. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” we both shared a laugh as we shook hands.

“Is this your first time seeing us perform?” He asked as I sipped on my beer.

“Yeah, my friend and roommate have seen you guys before,” I replied while nudging my head to the booth. “She’s gonna kill me but she has a thing for your drummer.”

“Yeah, Nick also has a thing for her,” he laughed. “Finally took some balls for him to talk to her.”

We took a sip of our beers and started a conversation on a different topic. As we drank our beers, we started to get to know each other a little. We’re both in our last year of college while I major in chemistry and him being in political science.

“Hey, I’m going to grab some pizza with Nick, I’ll be home soon,” Carol told me. “You’ll be fine going home?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” I hugged her. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about the table. I’ll pay.”

“I will, see you back home,” she told me after letting go.

Walking up to Nick and holding his hand, Ron and I watched our friends leave the bar.

“She’s going to be alright,” Ron told me.

I nodded my head and drank the last sip of my beer. “Well, that’s it for me. Gotta head home.”

“Let me walk you home,” Ron says.

“You don’t need to,” I said while handing the bartender my school ID.

“Look, it’s late outside, please,” he looked me in the eyes. “Just let me get my bass and I’ll be back five minutes max.”

“Alright, if you’re not back in five minutes I’m leaving,” I chuckled.

He nodded his head and paid for his beer before grabbing his bass. While I waited for him, I checked my to-do list for tomorrow and saw him with his bass in it’s case, over his shoulder.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yep,” I nodded my head.

We walked out of the bar and started making my way back to Carol and I’s apartment. From the far distance you can hear music blasting out of the frat and sorority houses that were a few streets over. The evening weather was the perfect temperature. The spring air wasn’t too cold where I needed another jacket. Despite us just meeting, we walked in comfortable silence.

“Well, this is me,” we stood in front of the front door of the apartment. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you also,” he agreed. “Wanna hang out on campus one day?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head. “Give me your phone so I can put my number in it.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he handed it to me and I put my number in before giving it back to him.

“I’ll see around,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

I opened my front door and headed into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. I placed my back against the door while having a smile on my face. Hearing a ding from my phone, I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a message from an unknown number.

Unknown- Wanna grab a coffee on Monday? -Ron

Sending him a yes and adding him to my contacts, I shut my phone off and headed to bed thinking about the bassist.

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silvermistcosmos · 2 years

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hiii! I’m back for the ship game :’) can I have one romantically w enhypen?

I’m 19 years old and I have shoulder length black hair, glasses, brown eyes and I’m around 153 cm.(Niki share some of those growth gummies pls 😫✋) my pronouns are she/her! im an infp and pretty shy and introverted irl but I love the presence of other people- like sitting with or facetiming ur friend while you both do your own work. I also enjoy spontaneous day trips and going out to eat. I’m currently studying to become a child psychologist and I absolutely love working with children and playing with them! They’re just the cutest ever 💗💗 def wanna work at a daycare someday 😌 as for love languages I love giving others handmade gifts (I love to crochet!) and receiving physical touch & quality time :) I usually comfort others when they’re upset by trying to make them laugh or smile. The jokes are fails half the time but I try :”) and this game is so cute, ty for doing it!!! -siri 💕💕

HIII, Siri, thanks for participating and sorry this took FOREVER to do! The amount I write has gone 📉 !! but hey, I’m doing it now! I hope you like it! 💕💕

I ship you with...Sunoo

ok ok, hear me out, doesn't this description just make you think of someone Sunoo would date? like seriously, you seem so caring and sweet and cute and just skjdka Sunoo’s type! also ngl, he’d love your height even though he sometimes teased you about it, he does it out of love =)

pairing - siri x sunoo

genre - fluff

wordcount - 710

warning(s) - n/a

a/n - if you would like to be shipped as well, check out my enhypen & bts ship game

"Alright, guys! Are you ready?" When you heard a series of 'yes' and the kids getting in formation, you smiled and pressed play.

As you and the kids danced with giggles and laughter, you saw from the mirror, your boyfriend walking in through the door, holding a banquet of flowers.

Before you even said anything, one of the little girls with brown hair stopped and pointed straight at Sunoo, "That's for Miss Siri, right?" She held a mischievous smile on her face, "She told us all about you. How she's sooo in looov-"

you jumped towards her, pressing your finger to her lips with a nervous giggle, "haha that's enough for today. Miss eunjoo will take over for me now."

Sunoo smiled, "aw, but I wanted to hear more about what you've told them about me. I bet you told them how in love with me you are." He teased, making everyone laugh except for you. You hid your face in your hands slapping his shoulder softly.

"You're so mean..." You whined

"I'm only joking, but I wanted to ask the kiddos if I could steal you away for a while. I wanna take you out for dinner."

Before you could answer, another young boy popped in, "Sure, as long as y'all don't get lovey dovey here." He laughed.

You both shook your heads, “then we'll be on our way out!" As you walked out the door, you heard them in unison, "Sunoo and Siri sitting on a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G. !"

"The kids you babysit are the darn cutest kids I've ever seen." He commented, handing you the flowers.

"They are adorable. I love taking care of them, but they can be little stinkers." You laughed, taking the flowers and getting in his car, "So, where are we going?"

"Just someplace.."

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"JUST SOMEPLACE?!" You gawked at the huge building in front of you with wide eyes, "No way..."

You started to walk away before he pulled you back and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "Yeah, just someplace." He said nonchalantly, opening the door to the restaurant.

You cringed into his side, "Sunoo, this is the type of place where people wear red dresses and suits and like super expensive jewelry. I'm literally in an old T-shirt I use to wear when I'm cleaning the bathroom and ripped jeans. I dont feel like I'm dressed suited to the occasion." You whisper-yelled, but he only shrugged, looking back down at you, "Love, you look gorgeous. Don't worry about it."

As you opened your mouth up to speak, a lady at the front spoke to Sunoo about reservations and sorts before leading you to your table, "Enjoy your night." She bowed with a smile, leaving.

"This place is so nice." You began, taking a look around, "when did you make reservations? It must have taken forever."

"Mmm, I made it a couple months ago. I wanted to do something special together since we've...or particularly I have been so busy with work that we haven't been able to actually sit down for a nice dinner and enjoy each others company in a long time." He took your hand in his and grabbed the menu with his other hand, "Take a look at the menu and pick what you like."

You ‘awwed’ before leaning over and placing a quick kiss to his cheek, “I really appreciate this, thank you.” You squeezed his hand and looked back at your menu.

“Ahem, after this...do you want to teach me that dance you taught this kids?”

You giggled, raising a brow, “You want to learn it?”

“Yeah...it looked cute.” He shyly scratched the nape of his neck.

You eyed him, “You just want to tease me, right?”

“No no, of course not! I just want my girlfriend to teach me a dance. Is that so wrong?”

“Okay okay, after dinner, let’s go to the dorm and I’ll teach you!”

“In front of the others?” He widened his eyes, taking a sip of his water that the waiter had brought them earlier.

“What? You embarrassed?” You snickered.

“Wh-what? No.”

“Okay it’s settled then.”

~~~

After dancing in FRONT of the boys, DO expect lots of cuddles and kisses from Sunoo cause the boy is embarrassed!! But it’s okay, you make sure to make it up to him by cuddling with him all night...and maybe all of the next day.

#enhypen masterlist #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enha imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #sunoo scenario #sunoo fluff #enhypen ask game #enhypen x you #enhypen x siri #sunoo x siri #sunoo x you #enhypen blurbs #enhypen drabbles #siri asks #my stars #sierra answers

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Yo-yo’s Girl

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Black!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: Kyoya’s girlfriend is a lot a bit different than what they expected.

Warnings: None, could be read as a chubby or plus size reader!

A/N: This was self indulgent. I wrote this at like 2 AM and didn’t know until I woke up.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Haruhi asked, already done with Tamaki's antics. She knew this was a bad idea but with the promise of some of her debt being removed, she couldn't find herself to do anything but go along with the blonde's crazy scheme.

"Why of course it will! When have you ever known of my plans to go wrong?" He responded, placing a hand over his heart as he swooned around dramatically. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged looks with each other before looking back at Tamaki.

"Do you really want us to answer that?" They chimed, causing Tamaki to deflate with a defeated look. He looked over at Haruhi with puppy dog eyes, hoping the girl would agree with him. She offered him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen senpai, don't get me wrong, sometimes your ideas are great but isn't this...a bit much? I mean why can't we just ask Kyoya about his love life? Do we really need this elaborate plan?" She asked, hoping he would budge. She looked down as Honey hung off her arm, Mori trailing behind him.

"Don't be silly, Haru-chan! Kyoya senpai is a private guy. He wouldn't trust us with anything like that." He said, climbing off the girl and back onto Mori. She let her eyes drift to Mori in hopes he'd help but he just let out a grunt of agreement. She sighed in defeat knowing she wasn't going to get through to them. How had they gotten into this dumb plan in the first place?

It all started when Tamaki overheard Kyoya on the phone with someone and from the tone in the raven haired boy's voice, he assumed it was a girl. More specifically, his girlfriend. However, any other time Tamaki didn't wanna intrude so to avoid doing so, he decided they would all follow him after school to see if that's where he was going!

As they saw a familiar head of black hair walk towards the school gates, they all began to walk behind him, attempting to be as quiet as possible. They had been following him for a few blocks, leading to a nice but unfamiliar part of town; however as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, they all began to hide behind a bush but halted their motions when they heard him speak.

"Do you honestly think I didn't see any of you?" He questioned, not even turning around. They all stayed quiet in hopes that he would assume himself as crazy and continue to make his way down the street. But, as he turned around, parting the bushes, that idea flew out the window.

"Hey Kyoya! My dearest friend, I'd even go as far as to call you my bro-"

"Cut the bullshit Tamaki. Let me guess." He pushed his glasses up his nose before clearing his throat. "You thought that if you followed me you'd get to see my girlfriend, correct?" He asked, their wide eyes answering his question. However, where was the fun in that?

"That's exactly what we were doing! We wanna meet your girlfriend, Kyo-chan!" Honey piped up. The twins glared at him for his willingness to comply with Kyoya's questions so easily. Meanwhile Haruhi just sighed, slumping down even further.

"If you wanted to meet my girlfriend, you all could've just asked. I expected more from you, Haruhi. You should've known better." He chastised, watching the girl who's left eye was currently twitching. Without another word, Kyoya kept down his path towards the airport, leaving his companions to fight amongst each other.

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It was Friday of the same week and the rest of the hosts were beginning to grow hopeless about meeting Kyoya's girlfriend. Was she even real? Perhaps Tamaki's senses had been wrong and the conversation that played out earlier that week was simply meant to teach them a lesson. However, as the hosts were shutting things down for the day, slowly gathering there things to go home, Kyoya cleared his throat. They all turned to him, curious to what he had to say.

"Leaving so soon? And to think (Y/n) was coming to visit today. Oh well, I'll tell her you all said hi." Kyoya started, turning around to face the window. 3, 2,.. a chorus of hot fire questions started around him causing him to chuckle under his breath. "One at a time, I can't answer you all at once."

"Why doesn't (Y/n)-chan go to school with us?" Honey started, staring up at the tall boy. Kyoya turned to face the group, brushing off his blazer as he did so.

"She does during a portion of the year. Due to her parent's line of business, (Y/n) does one semester in the United States and one here in Japan. However, she is originally from America. Next question?"

"What do her parents do?" The twins said, angry with each other that they had asked the same question. "I thought my question was original.."

"I'm sure you've heard of the (L/n)'s before. They specialize in state of the art technology of all forms. Best selling in all of Japan. However, (Y/n) also has her own business under her parents that deals with unbreakable fine china, some of the best of it's kind but I'm afraid I'm biased." He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend, catching the other host off guard. Who was this girl who was able to make Kyoya smile?

"What's she like, senpai? I'm sure she must be special to catch your attention." Haruhi inquired. Kyoya felt his cheeks heat up as he thought of the many things he enjoyed about his girlfriend. He turned back to the window, looking out it once again.

"She makes me laugh and she's beautiful. Don't tell her that though. She always gets a big head when you do." He muttered, checking his watch for the time. She should've been here by now.

"She sounds absolutely radiant, Kyoya! When is she going to show?" Tamaki asked, sighing dreamily at the thought of his closest friend in love with a beautiful girl. Kyoya looked at the clock across the room before frowning slightly.

"She was supposed to.." he trailed off at the sound of his name being screamed continuously and the sound of loud footsteps growing closer. All of a sudden a blur of brown skin and thick thighs stormed in, jumping onto the man. Mori put Honey down, ready to fight if need be but stopped once he saw Kyoya wrap his arms around the girl, embracing her tightly.

"Darling! I'm sorry I'm late, I got hungry and stopped by that little bakery you showed me the other day!" The girl said, looking up at the boy who had an uncharacteristically warm smile. Everyone was even more shocked as he let out a laugh, stroking some of the girl's braids behind her back. She was a short girl, full of curves and rolls in all the right places. Her outfit was very casual compared to the things Kyoya wore on his free time. She had on a jean skirt and a form fitting striped shirt that made the undertones of her soft brown skin pop.

"I told you to let me know if you plan on going places beforehand. You know how sidetracked you get. You easily could've gotten lost." He lectured causing the girl to roll her eyes. She pouted, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Okay and? Clearly I didn't. Lay off 4 eyes. I'm here now aren't I? That's all that matters!" She jumped out of the boys arms finally before turning to face the rest of them. They all had the same question: 'How could such an energetic girl be with Kyoya?' "You're definitely Tamaki." She said, pointing to the blonde. He had a flattered look on as he began to say something but she cut him off. "You look just as annoying as Yo-yo said." She finished. Hikaru began to comfort their boss in the corner as Kaoru began to laugh.

"Yo-yo?" He choked out, laughing a bit more. Kyoya's face began to heat up more as he looked down at the short girl, a pissed expression on his face.

"(Y/n) I told you not to call me that in public." He said in an angry tone, looking away from the girl. She pouted some more, bringing a soft hand up to his face. As she stroked his cheek, hot tears began to form in the corner of her (e/c) eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kyoya! I forgot. You know me, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends." He leaned into the girl's touch, looking down at her sad expression. How could he ever stay mad at that? He sighed quickly, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. She squeaked, unused to him initiating any sort of physical affection in public.

"Forgive me darling, I hate to see you so sad. How about I take you to one of those," his face turned slightly green as he grimaced some, "Commoner malls that you adore so much. I'll buy you anything you want. Hm?" The girl instantly perked, throwing her pudgy arms around her lanky boyfriend. He tensed a bit before hugging her back warmly, glaring at the twins who looked like they may say something to ruin the sweet moment. Haruhi watched in awe, feeling even herself grow emotional at how clearly in love her senpai was.

"Really? Let's go Kyo! What are we waiting for?" (Y/n) asked as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand, beginning to drag him towards the door forcefully. Once they were out she quickly peaked her head back in looking at the others.

"Well? Are you coming?"

#kyoya x reader #kyoya #ohshc #kyoya ootori x reader #black reader #black!reader #poc reader #poc!reader #chubby reader #chubby!reader #plus size reader #kyoya x you #ohshc imagine #ohshc imagines #ohshc fic

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ilikefandoms · 3 years

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Love Bites - Robby Keene

Request- You could write about Robby, where after a tiring day of training at both dojos (the reader is a part of Cobra), they decide to spend the night snuggling and watching some movies, but apparently Robby can't keep his hands behind himself...nor the lips, and ends up giving the reader many love bites. You can also make other students question about the marks on your neck the next day (they know about your relationship, but they don't support you very much) and she's is super calm about it, but Sensei ends up listening and getting a little embarrassed hahaha.

Name/Pronouns used- no name, none

A/N- Creds to my friend Maddy ( @bi-myselfff ) for helping me with this

Warnings- Making out- it gets a bit heated, hickeys, suggestive talk, the tiniest mention of bad mental health

Rating- PG-13

Word Count- 1238

Robby had just messaged you, saying to come over to his place. Apparently he’d had a hard day. Well, that would make two of you. Sensei Lawrence had worked you all to your limit in preparation for the All-Valley Tournament, and according to Robby, Mr Larusso had done the same.

You had been dating Robby for a year. You had been there for him with his family issues, and he was there for you when your mental health got bad. You were each other’s safe haven.

***********

“Robby, I’m here!” You called as you opened the door. As you looked around the room, you were met with the sight of Robby standing in front of what looked like a pillow fort.

“I thought that maybe we could order a pizza, and have a movie night?” Robby asked, with a small smile.

“Of course we can,” You smiled, walking over to give him a kiss, “But first, can I use your shower? I need it after today,”

“Hard day too?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Sensei worked us to our limit. I swear it was...” You trailed off, seeing Robby break eye contact, “Sorry, I know that you don’t like it when I bring him up,” You apologised.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise. It’s just still hard to hear about him, after everything that’s happened with us, y’know?” He said, looking back at you.

“I know,” You smiled at him, “Anyways, I smell, so I’m going to go shower. You still have some of my clothes right?” You asked.

“Yeah, they’re in the top draw of my dresser,” Robby answered, “Hey, do you want me to order the pizza while your in there?”

“Yes please!”

“Do you want our usual?”

“Um...yeah. Thank you!” You thanked him, before heading off to the bathroom.

***********

You walked out, fresh clothes on, to Robby, who was waiting for you. “The pizza will be a few more minutes,” he said, “So we have time to pick out some movies. What do you want to watch?”

“Harry Potter marathon?” You said, with a smile.

“You know it,” Robby returned the smile. The doorbell rang, Robby answered, and payed the pizza guy. “Ok, you still need to see the inside of the fort,” Robby said.

He lead you in, and you looked around. Fairy Lights were strung up around the top, pillows and blankets lines the floor, and Robby’s laptop was set up to play the first movie.

“Robby, you did all of this?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding?” You grinned, “I love it!” You kissed him, “Thank you,”

“Of course. Now, lets eat our pizza, and watch some Harry Potter.”

***********

You were cuddled up in a blanket in Robby’s arms. Your pizza was long gone, and you were part way through The Prisoner of Azkaban.

Robby, decided to get a little handsy, running his hands up and down your sides, his fingers grazing the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. He started kissing your jaw.

“What are you doing?” you asked, shifting to look in his eyes.

“Showing you I love you,” Robby said, before connecting your lips again.

His lips demanded entrance to your mouth, you parted your lips, letting his tongue crash into yours. The kiss gets more intense and passion but you don’t feel scared or unsafe in his arms, you feel right at home.

Robby’s lips trailed down, sucking hard. You could feel his teeth nibbling, and biting on your sensitive neck, leaving sweet, tender love bites.

Needless to say your movie was long forgotten.

***********

Robby felt you stir in his arms, kissing your head, then whispering in your ear, “Wake up baby,” you opened your eyes, immediately being met with the warm gaze of Robby’s green eyes.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked, with a teasing smile.

“You just looked cute,” he smiled.

“Last night was fun,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, it was, " Robby said, tightening his embrace around you, “I don’t want to let you go,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Your gonna have to babe. We both have training again today,” you noted, pulling away from his arms, and going to get up.

“Nooo, baby don’t leave me,” Robby whined, reaching over to you.

“Robby, no, come on, we’ve got to get dressed,” you said, and Robby pouted.

“Fine I’ll get dressed, but I want kisses after,” he reasoned.

“Ok, but only because I love you,” You said, before walking to the bathroom to get dressed.

You were just about to put a clean top on, when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your neck and upper chest was covered in hickeys. “Robby! Get in here!”

“Yeah,” Robby said as he opened the door, “Oh...”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ indeed,”

“I...love you?” Robby tried, giving you a sheepish smile.

“I love you too,” you said, “Ok, get outta here and get dressed, before we’re late,”

You didn’t really care about the love bites that littered your upper body. You mainly brought them up to tease Robby. Any anyway, your T-shirt and your Gi would cover most of them on your chest.

“Ready to go?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Babe,” Robby answered, kissing you, “And, sorry about the.. y’know,”

“It’s ok. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course. I’ll call you later, ok?” he said.

“Ok. Bye, I love you” you smiled.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

***********

You arrived to the dojo, greeting everyone, and sitting down on the mat. “Woah, what are those,” Miguel pointed at your neck.

“Looks like Y/N got some last night,” Hawk said, taking a closer inspection of the marks.

“I mean, I don’t like how your affiliating with the enemy...” Aisha started, and you rolled your eyes, “...but, damn, respect,”

“I gotta say, I didn’t know you or Keene had it in you,” Hawk stated, with an impressed look.

“Well, now you know,” you smirked, “It was pretty...interesting shall we say,”

“Quiet!” Sensei Lawrence shouted. “Everybody fall in,” You took your place on the mat. “Mr. Diaz, warm them up”

The class seemed to go pretty quick. You were all working on perfecting roundhouses, and how to use them on a moving target. You had noticed that Sensei didn’t make eye contact with you at all, though. You decided to talk to him, as you’d finished.

“Hey, Sensei,” you said, poking your head round the door of his office, and seeing him drinking a Coors.

“Hey Y/L/N, what’s the problem?”

“Not really a problem. It’s just that...I noticed that you didn’t really make eye contact when you were talking to me today, and I wondered if it was something I maybe did?” You said, tentatively.

“No, it’s not really something that you did. More who you uh...did,” He said, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I um heard you talking to Hawk, Aisha and, Miguel. Maybe in future, make sure that I’m not around when you talk about that subject,” He said, flushing slightly.

“Yes Sensei,” You said, trying not to laugh, “Goodbye,”

“Bye,”

You chuckled to yourself after you left. That was awkward to say the least. However, you did learn your lesson, and made a mental note not to talk about it again, when it was a possibility that Sensei could overhear your conversation.

@blackoutgirx

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hopespeak-hs-hostclub · 3 years

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may i request hajime destroying readers insides for flirting with other guys afab reader with she/her pronouns?

I LOVE JEALOUS HAJIME. Ofc, let’s go! I hope you like it 🙈I had fun writing it! Sorry it took me a little longer than I’d have liked!!!

Hajime Jealous Afab Reader

18+ ONLY. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!!!!! NSFW: story under cut

TW:// NSFW, jealousy, over stimulation, mentions of drinking

Word Count:// 2,262

You were so excited for Hajime to come home so you could show him your outfit. You’d finally gotten the new clothes you ordered in the mail, and one outfit in particular made you feel so hot. You’d done your makeup all dramatic to match, and even did your hair all nice, knowing your boyfriend should be on his way home from work by now. You planned on showing him the new outfit and taking him out to a bar to dance, drink, and have a good time.

So when Hajime walked through the door and barely even looked at you, you were obviously upset. “Hajime..” you whispered as you stood behind him, while he was walking into the kitchen.

He sighed heavily and turned around to face you. “Yes?” He asked plainly. He didn’t seem to be very interested, almost like he didn’t even care.

“I … I was just asking if you liked my new outfit… I was hoping maybe we could go to the bar and have a fun night…” you said, feeling and sounding let down.

“Oh yea, you look fine.” Hajime said only answering the first part of your statement, and not really seeming as excited about your outfit as you’d hoped.

“Just… fine?” You asked suddenly getting a little angry. Hajime just nodded and turned back around, opening the fridge. “Wow..” you said in disbelief. “So I get all dressed up and sexy for you so we could have a nice night out, and all you do is say I look ‘fine’?” You started going off not even giving him a chance to respond. “Well fuck it Hajime. I’m going to the bar without you. I’ll have a good night by myself.” You said as you quickly grabbed your purse and keys, heading outside, leaving Hajime standing in the kitchen dumbfounded.

‘What the fuck did I do?’ Hajime thought to himself. He’d had a really stressful day at work, and now he gets home and all you want to do is argue with him? Hajime sighs heavily and slams the fridge door shut, not even grabbing the drink he wanted and storms upstairs, immediately taking off all his clothes, showering up, and changing into a nicer outfit. He then hopped into his car, and started to drive to the nearest bar which was about 15 minutes from your shared apartment.

At the bar, you ordered 3 shots for yourself. And once you downed those you were feeling confident as ever. ‘Fuck Hajime. He doesn’t appreciate me. I look fantastic tonight and he didn’t even care. But somebody will.’ You thought to yourself while scanning the room. You immediately saw an incredibly attractive man sitting by himself. ‘Not nearly attractive as Hajime, but who is?’ You thought in your head. You took a deep breathe, stood up from your seat, and smoothly glided across the bar to the seat across from the man who currently had all your attention.

“Hi- I’m Y/N.” You said in a flirty tone while smiling at him.

“Well, hello there Y/N.” He said while smirking back at you. “You look absolutely fucking stunning tonight you know?” The stranger went on. “Like god damn, that shirt? You look phenomenal!” He made your whole face blush bright red.

You decided to slide a little closer to him and asked him, “So what’s a big handsome guy like yourself doing out here all alone tonight?” You asked, twirling your hair.

As you continued to flirt with your mystery bar toy, Hajime snuck in without you noticing. He began scanning the room to find you, and almost immediately spotted you. And a guy staring down your shirt? ‘Oh fuck no’ Hajime stopped thinking completely. He took a few big strides over towards your direction and forcefully grabbed your hand. “Hey, babe,” he said while staring daggers at the other guy.

“H-Hajime..” you said staring at him.

“Who’s your friend?” Hajime asked still not taking his eyes off the guy.

“I- .. don’t know,” you confessed. “It wasn’t anything serious. He was just being friendly Hajime-“ you started to explain. The guy across from you just sat there mouth slightly agape staring at the awkward situation unfold in front of him.

Hajime tugged your arm up, and you stood up with it, staring at him. “Let’s go home, Y/N,” Hajime said holding you close by his side.

Hajime drove you home even though your car was still at the bar. He knew you’d been drinking and even if he was currently upset, he’s be devastated if you got hurt, or if you hurt somebody else. The drive home was only 15 minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Hajime didn’t say a single word to you the entire drive, and had the radio off. It was a deafening silence. One you’d pulled up to your building, Hajime wasted no time turning the car off and storming into the building, and once in your apartment, you followed him into the bedroom.

“Sit.” Hajime demanded, pointing at the edge of your bed, while standing across from it.

You sat down where he pointed and looked up at him.

“Explain.” Hajime said sharply.

“Hajime- I dressed up so cute, and so happy and confident and I was so excited for you to come home and tell me how sexy I was and I was hoping you’d be excited to take me out and show me off, but you didn’t care. But that guy said I looked pretty. He actually noticed that I put in effort….” You blurted out all at once.

“So you think I didn’t care?” Hajime snapped back. “I couldn’t have had a bad day at work, or needed 5 minutes to myself? And then you went and snuck around my back flirting with the first man who gives you any attention?” Hajime sounded angry. He didn’t even give you a second to answer him when he started speaking again. “No. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. You’re mine.” He smirked suddenly and took a few steps towards you, pushing you backwards onto the bed. “All. Mine.” He said seductively as he took his shirt off. “And I’m going to prove that to you right now, okay?” You nodded slightly staring into the eyes that are now directly above yours. “Use your words, y/n.”

“Y-yes Hajime,” you stammered out shocked. Hajime almost never takes charge like this- but god were you excited.

Hajime began kissing your neck, up and down, and all over until he heard you gasp softly. When he heard that gasp he started kissing, and sucking, and biting on that spot trying to get you to be more vocal. You moaned very softly, trying not to make any noise, which was good enough for your boyfriend, who moved his lips up to yours. He continued on to kiss you oh so softly, making you practically melt into the mattress you were laying in the middle of, until he suddenly bit your lip, causing you to open it just enough for him to slip his tongue into your open mouth. You moaned out softly into his mouth, much louder than you’d anticipated. Hajime then pulled away from you, so he hovered above you. “Shirt,” he only said that one word and you immediately sat up and threw your new top onto the floor. Noticing that you weren’t in a bra immediately, Hajime’s hands instantly started grabbing and playing with your breasts. And then his mouth.

“Hajime-“ you breathed out softly, followed by a few soft moans. “Mm… I love you…”

Hajime stopped playing with you and look at you. “Is that why you flirt with strangers?” He asked, not waiting for an answering before moving his hand down to your thighs, slowly moving his fingers up your little skirt. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes tight.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, y/n,” Hajime whispered against your ear in a low sultry voice. “I’m going to destroy your insides, and prove that you’re all mine. Got it?” Hajime pulled his face away from yours and looked at you, awaiting an answer from you this time.

“Yes Hajime,” you whimpered back. And at that, he wasted zero time. Slowly, he moved his long slender fingers to push your panties to the side, and sliding another up and down your already soaking wet slit. Your breathing quickly sped up, and got much heavier. He continued to tease you for a few moments until you moaned out loud. “F-fuck..” you threw your head back and pushed your hips up towards his fingers, begging for more contact. Hajime happily obliged, and slowly put his long index finger inside of you, curling it once it was all the way in. “Holy shit…” you gasped excitedly.

“What, do you like that?” Hajime inquired with a smug look across his face, as he continued to fuck you slowly with his index finger. You nodded frantically, but to your dismay, he stopped moving his finger completely and pulled it out, looking at you. “Use your words, Princess,” Hajime ordered you.

“Y-yes Hajime, I love it so much, please keep going..” you were practically crying waiting for him to fuck you with his finger again. But when he reentered you, this time he used two fingers. “Mm, fuck..” you moaned out as you grabbed the back of hajime’s hair, pulling him in to kiss him. He kissed back, as he continued to finger fuck you for a little while longer. Then he curled his fingers again and you couldn’t contain yourself. “FUCK!” You screamed thrusting your hips up trying to get him to go deeper. “Hajime please, I- hhhhhng- I need you. I need more of - ahh- you. Please Hajime please,” you rambled on in between moans and groans.

“Are you sure you want more?” Hajime teased you, while slowly taking fingers out and slamming them back into you.

“Holy fuck- ahhh- yes please Hajime please please I’m begging you.”

Hajime instantly pulled his fingers out and threw his jeans and boxers off in the blink of an eye. He was already rock hard despite you not having touched him at all tonight. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, just staring at him glistening above you.

“H-Hajime please…” you begged, spreading your legs open for him. “Please…” you started to continue to beg for him, until without warning, he shoved himself inside you. “FUCK!” You screamed out loudly.

Hajime didn’t start slowly- he immediately picked up his pace and he quickly began bottoming you out.

“H- oh. Ahh…haaa…” you moaned through deep breathes. You grabbed onto Hajime’s back and dug your nails into it, receiving a loud hiss from his mouth, resulting in you getting fucked with even more force behind each thrust. You started to move your hips in the same rhythm as Hajime’s, while moving your head up ever so slightly so you could sloppily kiss him. He didn’t notice your head come up to meet his though, so you started to kiss his neck to gain his attention. For just a moment, Hajime’s pace slowed down and got a little bit sloppier while you sucked and bit on his neck, leaving several bright purple marks on him. Hajime pulled his neck away from yours, and pinned your arms above your head, and stared to makeup out with you. He had significantly slowed down his pace, but continued to bottom out the entire time, making you cry out in pleasure with each and every thrust.

“Hajime- ahhh.. I love you..” you cried out in pure bliss. You could feel his huge dick hitting you deep inside. It felt like he was completely moving around all your insides, and just wrecking you. At this point you try to cry out to him, but you can’t even form words. You start drooling and whimpering incoherently with each and every deep hard thrust. You can feel your orgasm creep up on you quickly, and you try to warn Hajime, but you unfortunately can’t make any words come out. Instead, you wrap your legs around his waist as tightly as you can, as you feel yourself tighten around Hajime. Your eyes shut so tight, that all you could see were swirls of light in your eyes. The tip of his dick hits your g-spot one last time, and you felt the pure ecstasy rush from the tips of your toes, all the way through your body as you came hard around Hajime. You were an incoherent mess of moans, screams, and cries.

“Oh, fuck-!” Hajime stuttered out as he messily slammed himself into you a few more times, before losing control of himself and finishing deep inside of you. As his thick warm cum filled you up, he continued to make slow deep thrusts until he was finished, proceeding to collapse onto the bed right next to you. He rolled over and looked you in the eyes as he caressed your cheek in the palm of his hand, and whispered, “I love you, y/n. I always have and will. And I’m sorry I didn’t give you the attention you wanted. But don’t you dare flirt with another man, ever again.” Hajime teased, before kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“I… I l-love you t..too,” you stammered, still out of breath and searching for words. “Sorry..” you mumbled as you curled up onto his chest, holding him close to you, until you fell asleep in his arms.

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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Prominence [WCh. 70]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU

TW: Language

CW: None

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Park Seonghwa x Idol!Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

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Word Count: 2.9K

Notes: Not much to say about this one, I think I'll be shifting back to the social media part of this series more because hooo I have a lot of ideas! As always, please enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

"Mark! Get your ass out of bed!"

Go figure, the first thing this duo did was go to Mark.

At this point NCThree was like hive mind, it was understood that there were no secrets between this trio and, if there were, there wouldn't be the next time they went out drinking together. Something their manager has chided them over before but, hey, they haven't gotten in trouble yet. With that said, there's understandably no boundaries between them either, a blessing and a curse, truly.

Barging into his room, the door slammed against the wall and the two people inside jumped up.

"Hey, Jaehyun, hey Yeseul, where's Mark?" You asked. Then you blinked once. They pulled away from each other. "Wait a second." Jaehyun cleared his throat and Yeseul flattened her shirt before darting up. Yangyang's jaw dropped and your face was stuck in one of shock. "Emily Yeseul Geraldine Song!" Your own jaw dropped after saying that, and Yeseul's face turned bright red.

"Your middle name's Geraldine?" Jaehyun asks. Yeseul puts a finger over her mouth before turning to you and Yangyang.

"Go! Get out of here!" Yeseul shoved you and Yangyang out and shut the door behind her. Two seconds later, she opened it and looked at you. "I'll fill you in later, (Y/N). Mark's in Jungwoo's room."

"Oh... okay..." you nodded. She spotted Mars at your feet and paused to pet him before she closed the door again. You looked at Yangyang. "Are they...?"

"Are they?"

"No!"

"They can't be!"

"Unless..."

"Unless!"

"We can hear you two! Scram! You're making Geraldine mad!" Jaehyun was next and, after hearing him wince from Yeseul undoubtedly hitting him with a pillow, you and Yangyang were quick to walk away, heading straight to Jungwoo's room. During this time, your mind flashed back to every single interaction between those two. True, you noticed something different about them lately. The way Yeseul always told him good morning when they crossed paths in the main room, or the way Jaehyun would ask how she's doing, but you just thought that was something they always did. After that happened, you decided to knock this time.

"Who is it?" Jungwoo's voice, oddly very chipper for this time of night.

"(Y/N) and Yangyang," Mars whimpered next to you, "and Mars, we need to rant to Mark," you responded. Within a few seconds, Mark was out of the room.

"What's-"

"Okay so here's the basic run down. Yangyang and I went out to dinner because food always makes me feel better, I found out he's been pining after me for three years, then we found out that the girl who's hell-bent on ruining my career stalked us over there, Mars bit her so she kicked him," Mars barked at this, "turns out Seonghwa was also there so I'm guessing this rascal escaped but," you took a deep breath, "turns out Seonghwa also knows Juliet and Juliet knows him and I think they used to date because she was like 'Seongie!' and I threw up in my mouth ugh so now he's dealing with that, I have Mars, and we figured we should tell you." Mark rubbed his tired eyes. He looks at Yangyang.

"Good job, man." He gives him a nod of approval.

"Thanks, it was pretty hard." Yangyang nods to himself.

"I bet." A sense of knowing fell between them, but you cut through their telepathic conversation.

"Wait, Mark, did you know?!" You clutched your heart in a joking manner. You were just thinking about how the three of you kept nothing from each other, this is embarrassing.

"Oh, yeah, I've known for a while now."

"And you guys kept this from me!" You gasped. Mars sits on your foot as you did so, tilting his head as if to say 'Mom, I would never lie to you!' And he wouldn't because he is a dog.

"Yeah, sorry, (Y/N)..." Mark yawns. "We'll make it up to you. Let's go out for BBQ later, we'll make Yangyang pay," he leans against the door. Before Yangyang could say anything, Mark continued, "I'm guessing you rejected him?"

"Yeah. Why would I say yes? I'm in a relationship, the first time I met Yangyang aside from having a breakdown was when he was trying to shove a silver tray into a microwave for his dinosaur chicken nuggets, and just the other day he was clowning my senior graduation picture. Why would I say yes?"

"I am literally right here," Yangyang whips his head towards you.

"Wait, wait, backtrack, did you say Juliet kicked Mars?" Mark is suddenly more awake. He bends down and holds Mars' face in his hands. "Where'd she kick you, bud?" He asks. Mars walks around to show his side. He looks over his shoulder and whimpers. Mark gasps and stands back up. "(Y/N), did you beat her up?"

"Yangyang stopped me!"

"Think of your image!" Yangyang, suddenly and partially offended, defends himself.

"Fuck my image! She kicked my son!" You argued back. A door opens behind you and Doyoung stares at the trio. His hair pushed up at one side and his glasses on loosely. The group stayed frozen in their position as Doyoung's eyes lazily dart to each of them. He drags a tired hand down his face and, with a loud sigh, he says,

"It's three in the morning."

"Sorry," all three of you mutter. The door opposite to you opens and Jungwoo, with his hairband on and a facemask applied, puts a hand on his hip and another on his door frame.

"Hyung! Are you serious? It was just starting to get good!" He shakes his head.

"Jungwoo, I'm tired."

"But Yangyang finally confessed and someone assaulted Mars I need to know the details! What's going on with these three and (Y/N)'s hot boyfriend is the only form of entertainment I have these days and I have bets with Xiaojun and Chenle on how the season finale is supposed to go and you just blew it this is supposed to be the climax of the knock off Boys Over Flowers plotline. Because how could any of us have realized that there was a second woman all along who's seeking the end of our dear Main Lead (Y/N) who I would quite literally take a car for and now I have to wait to find out what happens because you needed your beauty sleep!" Jungwoo spoke quickly, putting the entirety of NCT's rap line to shame. Doyoung stares at him before shutting the door. "Ugh, the nerve of him, good night, you three, and (Y/N) if you need anything let me know. Cold water is best to wash blood off of clothes after using hydrogen peroxide on it, okay? Okay," he closes the door himself.

"Okay, thank you," you said towards the door, not wanting to sound rude at all. You wondered if you should question his last statement. "Uh... let's go to my room," you whispered, not knowing what else to make of Jungwoo's monologue and deciding that ignorance was bliss. The two boys nodded and followed you out. Once you were in the safety of your room, the tea session began again. You filled Mark in on everything that had occurred from this morning up until now.

"Wow, this little guy went on an adventure, huh?" Mark, from his spot on the floor, rubbed the area between Mars' ears and the pup barked happily. Yangyang leaned forward, the back of the chair he was situated on leaning against his weight.

"So, Mark, what do you think?" He asks.

"I mean, I'm glad all that awkward stuff is out of the way. You guys... you're both still friends, right?" He looks between you and Yangyang. "Cuz like... I really like you guys. I don't want to lose it cuz Yangyang has second male lead syndrome."

"Dude!" Yangyang's jaw drops.

"Nah, we're fine, I think," you crossed your legs on your bed. "I mean, I'm gonna be honest here, it is kind of weird. I'm thinking back to a lot of things we did and like huh, you had a crush on lil' ol' me that entire time. But, I won't be weird about it if you aren't," you told him. Yangyang nods.

"I mean, I think I'm gonna lay low for a bit, let it wash over for a week or something. Like, I'm fine now, but later when I go to sleep I'm probably going to cry remembering that you called me annoying," he shakes his head. You extend your leg and push the roller chair he's on and he sadly rolls to the wall.

"You're the one who told me to make it hurt, you jerk," you scoffed and grabbed one of your pillows, hugging it to your chest and resting your chin on it. "You know, even Seonghwa caught on to it. He's been saying that he wants to talk to me about something, and whenever I bring up NCThree he gets kind of bothered. I figured it had something to do with either you or Mark, and I know it's not Mark because he adores you," you turned to Mark, "so I put two and two together and figured you probably said something that rubbed him the wrong way."

"I mean, I did have a crush on his girlfriend for a while."

"It's okay, Yang, maybe it's a good thing we're not dating."

"True, I think if you were both in a relationship you'd send the company to flames," Mark adds.

"I'll take this as divine interference then," Yangyang grabs your stress ball from your desk and starts playing around with it.

"Did you know Wooyoung made a whole slideshow on proof that you're head over heels for me?"

"He what?!" Yangyang caught the stress ball and squeezed it tightly. "You're joking."

"I'm not. It's a hundred slides long."

"Did you look through it?!"

"He showed me a couple of slides, but after that I couldn't stop laughing so I told him that he was just imagining things. I guess he was not just imagining things," you laughed.

"What was on it?"

"One of them was a clip from the Photograph behinds. Oh, man, I never knew I could give people real-life-anime-heart-eyes," you laughed.

"Hey! That's not true!" Yangyang shakes his head viciously.

"Yes, it is!" You and Mark both retaliate and he goes red.

"I'll take a picture of some of the slides and send them to you later," your laughter dies down. "Ah, you're cute Yangyang. I'm sure you'll find that special someone soon," you teased him.

"(Y/N), too soon," he nods slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, but if you're curious I know a certain someone who I trust and is interested." Yangyang only stares at you. You cleared your throat. "Who knows? Maybe your special person's Mark," you gestured towards the third member who was playing with Mars.

"Yeah! Wait, what did I just agree to?" You looked between you both and you and Yangyang began to laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Marky," you waved your hand. "But know I will hold you to it."

"Wait, but I don't know what... you know what, if it's you two, it's probably not anything bad," he shakes his head and picks up Mars' tug-of-war toy again. "So, what are we waiting for?"

"I'm assuming Hwa's going to call me tonight to explain things, or at the very least tell me where to meet up with him to talk it over," you sighed. "There's just so many things going on right now that I just have no clue. I feel so bad, he's getting wound up in all of this and you're both getting wound up in all of this... I'm so sorry," your voice got quieter with each word, but both of the boys heard you loud and clear.

"But, (Y/N), none of this is your fault," Mark says. "Like, you just wanted to get caught up with old friends and see how they're doing. Hell, I wish I could get caught up with my friends but they're all in Canada. How could you have known that one of them secretly hated you?" He frowns.

"That's true, I got blindsided by that," you shook your head. "And they've all been calling me, apologizing and all, and I was just so mean to some of them. Especially Carson, good god, he's the boyfriend of the girl who exposed me and... shit, he used to hold my hair up while I puked my brains out in a toilet from drinking too much and I blamed him for things he has no control over." The regret was clear on your face. "I have to call him tomorrow to apologize, he didn't deserve that."

"But I feel like he should've known that his girlfriend didn't like you," Yangyang reasons.

"True, he and Juliet had been dating for maybe four or five years now? They started a few months before Daniel and I broke up."

"Ugh, Daniel," both Yangyang and Mark's voices were disgusted.

"Hey! Hey, he actually didn't do anything," you couldn't believe you were defending him. "If anything, he's the one who got me out of there in the first place. Juliet had been giving me backhanded compliments the whole night so he staged a phone call from my manager to help me get out of there," you explained. You didn't hate Daniel, you just had no idea where he stood with you. You couldn't rule out the possibility that he and Juliet were in cahoots or whatever, but at the same time you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. You'll ask Carson for his number later. "I really have to make this up to Hwa, though. He's really been going through it. I feel horrible. I'm pretty sure the company's going to announce my indefinite hiatus tomorrow, so maybe I'll take him out somewhere nice."

"You should do that! Don't let some wacko fan get in between you two," Mark leans back on the palms of his hands. "Plus, you've been together this long, I'm sure you'll both work it out... Sorry, Yangyang, too soon?"

"Nah, I need to get over it anyway," Yangyang shakes his head. "But, Mark's got a point, (Y/N). The fact that he chose to stay after you got dragged on Twitter and literally called, and I quote, a "man-stealing-frivilous-harlot" is proof enough that you're both going to be fine."

"Oh god, I forgot about that," you cringed. "Ugh, relationships are hard. Good thing you're not in one."

"(Y/N)!" Mark's jaw drops.

"Sorry, badly timed humor, I'm stressing out, I don't even think I can sleep tonight because of this," you hugged the pillow tighter to your chest. "Good thing I'm probably not coming in to filming tomorrow." Then, just as you were about the continue, your phone on your desk started ringing. "Ah! Everyone shut up!" You scrambled to get up and grabbed your phone.

"None of us are talking," Yangyang shakes his head.

"Shh!" You and Mark both say as you answer it. Your hands were shaking, but you managed to press the correct button.

"At least put it on speaker!" Yangyang says quietly. You did so and both of them moved closer to listen. You held your finger over your lips to keep them quiet.

"Seonghwa, what's up?" You asked.

"(Y/N)..." His voice was quiet.

"Yes?" The trio waited in silent anticipation. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. "Is everything alright? She didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm going to talk with my uni friends tomorrow about this whole thing."

"That's good. And Mars?"

"He's good too."

"That's good, Yeosang will drop off his things tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," you glanced at the pupper, who was sitting at attention, his ears perked up, tail wagging with enough frevor to hear quite pats against the rug, and clearly excited at the sound of his dad. "Anything else? Should we meet up somewhere to talk about it?"

"Actually, I think it's best to do this over the phone," he continues.

"Oh, okay, that's fine. So..." your sentence trailed off and you waited to hear his next words. "Oh! Before I forget, are you free tomorrow? I want to make this whole thing up to you."

"(Y/N)," he says your name again and your heart flutters in your chest. You'd never get tired of that feeling.

"Yes?" You said this after a while, he was waiting for your response, apparently. "If you're not free tomorrow we can do it some other time then! No rush, I know you guys are all busy over there. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to go on hiatus for a bit so I'll probably have time for once. We can finally try out that nice restaurant you've been wanting to go to! Oh, oh, and you've been wanting to talk to me about something anyway, right? We can do that then-"

"Let's break up."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 4,027 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the Greene farm Warnings: Language, violence, gore, discussions of trauma, typical TWD, nothing super bad this chapter A/N: This is of a miniseries! You can find the other chapters on the Masterlist! Summary: An accusation is made.

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The next afternoon you were about ready to lose your mind if you had to sit around your camp site any longer. Daryl had gone out searching for Sophia again and you felt useless being left behind. You knew you couldn’t go far into the woods with your hand injured, but you decided to visit the usual places along the edge where you often found wild mushrooms just for something to do. You gathered up your pack and sheathed your knife on your hip, just in case, and headed out.

It wasn’t yet evening but the sun was sinking low in the sky. Andrea was on watch, sitting on top of the RV, when she suddenly spotted a figure emerging from the trees. At first she thought it might be Daryl coming back from his search, but after looking properly through the binoculars she could see that it was Shane and he was stumbling. The front of his shirt looked crimson. “Oh my God. Oh my God! Hey—I think Shane’s hurt!” The camp scrambled into action. Dale passed out the guns and Rick took off in the lead, racing across the pasture as fast as his legs could carry him. Glenn, Andrea, and T-dog were on his heels. When they reached Shane, they could see a long slice across his torso. He was clutching his hand to his stomach and the blood was just pouring out.

“Jesus! What the hell happened?!” Glenn yelled.

Shane groaned as Andrea slipped off the button-up shirt over her tank top and pressed it to his stomach. Shane gripped it tightly. “I was just—” he winced, “—thinking about setting a few more snares. I ran into Y/N out there and she just—I don’t know, man,” he said, looking up at Rick. “She just fuckin’ lost it! She slashed me and I just took off running!”

Everyone was stunned. “You’re saying Y/N did this to you?” T-dog repeated.

Shane nodded. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned. He pulled Andrea’s shirt away from his stomach and stared at the cut.

Rick looked panicked and ran a hand back through his hair, staring at his bleeding best friend. “You’re telling me she did this unprovoked,” Rick pressed him.

“She just snapped,” Shane said through his gritted teeth. “I told ya something was wrong with that girl.”

Rick swore under his breath. “Andrea,” he motioned for her and they stepped away while T supported Shane. “Get him to Hershel but do not say anything about Y/N. You understand? If he asks, just tell him we’re lookin’ into it right now.” Andrea nodded. “Shane, where is she?” Rick asked.

“She wasn’t that far back. Straight in,” he said. He was hunched over. Andrea began leading him back toward the farmstead.

“Glenn. T. Come with me,” Rick growled. They set off into the trees, scouring the ground for any sign of you. There were clear drops of Shane’s blood in a trail leading straight into the woods. They strained their hearing.

As they crept along, searching, Glenn finally spoke what was on his mind. “Rick. Something about this doesn’t feel right…”

“Let’s just find Y/N,” he replied. His tone was steely. At last, Rick spotted you through the trees ahead, crouching down collecting mushrooms. He made eye contact with T and Glenn and nodded. They approached slowly and Rick raised his gun. “Y/N,” he called out. You startled and stood, spinning around to see the three of them coming toward you, armed. “Just take it easy,” Rick said calmly.

You said nothing. What the fuck was going on?

“Take your knife out of your sheath and toss it away,” Rick said. Your brow furrowed and you only continued to peer at him. “Do it, Y/N. Slowly.”

You gulped, but complied, unsnapping the loop over the hilt of your knife and slowly drawing it before tossing it to the side.

“Good,” Rick nodded. “Do you have any other weapons on you?” You shook your head. Your expression was blank, unreadable. Your heart was hammering in your chest. What the fuck was going on? “Glenn, get her knife,” Rick said. You watched as he retrieved your knife from the leaf litter. “Alright. Let’s get back to camp. You’re gonna come with us now, alright?” You simply stared back, your eyes flashing a little as they darted between the three men. “T keep your gun on her.” Rick approached you cautiously and looked you over thoroughly to be sure you didn’t have another weapon. He withdrew his pair of handcuffs and watched you eye them. For the first time he saw a flash of confusion on your face that you couldn’t hide.

“Rick, is that really necessary?” Glenn asked.

Rick’s eyes didn’t leave you. “Just until we can figure out what’s going on, okay?” You held perfectly still and allowed Rick to handcuff your wrists behind your back. He was careful not to bump your injured hand, wrapped up in clean gauze, and careful not to put them on you too tight. “Glenn’ll get your pack. Come on.” You fell into step beside Rick and allowed him to lead you back toward the farm. T and Glenn trailed behind. Your mind whirred the whole way.

Up at the farmhouse, Shane was laid out in the bed and Hershel was being assisted by Maggie, Lori, and Andrea as he cleaned and stitched up Shane’s wound. It needed quite a few stitches, but the veterinarian said it wasn’t too deep and should heal just fine. Surprisingly, Hershel didn’t ask for an explanation yet. Outside, Carol tried to keep Carl busy and distracted. She stood suddenly when she saw the men returning with you and heading straight toward the stable.

Rick opened one of the empty horse stalls and walked you inside. He took the handcuffs off your wrists and you turned to look at him. You both stared at each other for a long moment. It was like Rick was waiting for you to say something, but you just went on staring. Finally, he stepped back out and shut the door, using the handcuffs as a makeshift lock to secure it closed. He handed the key to T-dog. “Take watch,” he said, and T agreed with a nod. You watched the men leave and simply glanced around before sinking onto the soft, clean hay against the back wall. T-dog glanced in at you. You looked small, huddled on the ground, and it was hard for him to believe you were capable of what you’d done to those men the other day and harder to believe you would attack Shane for no reason…

Rick ran up the porch steps and burst inside. “How is he?” he asked. Hershel was emerging from the guest room and headed to wash his hands in the kitchen.

“He’s fine. Lost a good amount of blood but most of the wound isn’t too deep,” he said calmly. “Are you going to tell me how this happened?” He gave Rick a pointed look.

Rick rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m trying to figure that out right now,” he said. He turned and headed straight into the guest room as Andrea and Lori were coming out. Shane looked up from his prone position on the bed and sighed as Rick came in.

“Did you find her?” he asked, pulling himself up slightly against the headboard.

“Mhm. She’s locked up in the stable for now,” Rick nodded. “Tell me again what happened.”

Shane sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know, man. I ran into her out there and—and I must have spooked her or something because the next thing I knew she was just coming at me,” he said. “She had her knife out and she just—” he made a slashing motion in the air. “I just got out of there as fast as I could. The look in her eyes… She wasn’t in her right mind. I didn’t even realize at first that I was cut until I felt the blood.”

“Mmm,” Rick nodded, listening. “Pretty good gash.”

“Yeah.” Shane glanced down. “Gonna leave me one hell of a scar,” he said.

“Alright. You just rest up. Let me figure the rest of this out, alright?” Rick said, turning to leave.

“Hey. Look, I’m sorry it came to this. If I hadn’t startled her maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” Shane said. Rick held his eyes for a long moment before nodding and stepping into the hallway, shutting the door softly behind him. Rick headed outside and across the farmyard again, making straight for the stable. He ignored the curious looks from Lori and the others, just kept his head down.

He leaned against the stall door and peered at you through the bars. You were just sitting on the ground, your back against the wall. You were cradling your injured hand with the other. Rick cleared his throat to get your attention and your eyes flickered up to his face. “Shane says you attacked him. He’s got a nasty gash across his chest and stomach. Says you did it with your knife.” You simply kept staring at him, but Rick thought your eyes had narrowed just a little. “Did you?”

He thought he saw the muscle in your jaw clench. “No,” you said simply.

Rick waited for you to say more but you didn’t. “No? That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?” he pressed you. “We grab you out of the woods and throw handcuffs on you and lock you up in a horse stall and all you’ve got to say is ‘no’?” You just stared back at him. Rick sighed and you watched him shut his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. He stepped away, patting T-dog’s shoulder as he went.

Rick was barely two steps away from the stall they’d put you in when Glenn rushed him. “Rick. Rick, something isn’t right here,” he said in a hushed voice. Rick seemed to already be deep in thought. The sheriff’s hands went to his hips.

“She didn’t ask any questions. She just came. She didn’t say anything,” he said softly.

“She hardly talked normally. You expect her to start blurting out questions or dramatically protesting her innocence? We came at her with weapons drawn! She was just attacked by those men two days ago,” Glenn said. “Rick, look. The blade of her knife is completely clean,” Glenn said, holding it out. “She has no blood on her clothes. She just looked—lost when we showed up.” He suddenly reached inside your pack and pulled out a smaller cloth bag. “She was out there collecting mushrooms for the group. There was no blood where we found her. We never even found the spot where this supposedly happened, no sign of a struggle anywhere. And if she snapped like Shane is claiming do you really think she was going to be calmly picking mushrooms still when we got there? Not to mention he’s got like a hundred pounds on her! You’re telling me you think Shane would run if Y/N attacked him?”

“You forgot to mention that her hand was still bandaged up and the gauze didn’t have any blood on it, hers or his,” Rick said. Glenn breathed a sigh of relief. Rick knew. He knew this was bullshit. Of course he knew. “And that’s if she could even grip a knife with that hand. And Y/N is right-handed. That means if she attacked Shane with a slash the way he described, the way he showed me with his hand when he told me, the cut would probably go from the bottom-right of his abdomen up toward his left shoulder. His wound goes from the lower left up toward his right shoulder.” He met Glenn’s eyes.

“Like he did it to himself with his right hand,” Glenn said. “Jesus…”

Rick nodded. “Yeah…”

Daryl came back from another fruitless search thirsty, sweaty, and hungry. He headed toward camp but quickly knew from the gloomy and tense mood that something was wrong. Again. “The hell s’goin’ on?” he asked Andrea.

“Shane says Y/N attacked him. He had to get like forty stitches,” she said.

Daryl’s face contorted with disbelief. “What? Like hell she did,” he growled.

“He’s pretty fucked up,” Andrea said.

“Well, if it is true then he was askin’ for it. Shit, I caught him fuckin’ with her just yesterday.” Daryl glanced around camp and then up toward the farmhouse. “Where’s Rick?”

“I think he’s talking to her right now,” Carol said. “They took her to the stable.”

Daryl let out a string of expletives under his breath and immediately set off in that direction. By the time he got there he was fuming. “Rick! Hey, Rick! What the fuck is goin’ on?” he roared. Inside the stall you were locked into, you sat up straighter and listened. Daryl was back. You heaved a small sigh of relief that he was back and okay. You always worried about anyone going off on their own, but extra worried about Daryl because he did occasionally have a reckless streak. “The hell is goin’ on?!” you heard Daryl roar again.

“Daryl—just calm down,” Rick said.

“Calm down? Yer tellin’ me ya really think she would just attack Shane for no reason? If she did, he fucking deserved it!”

“No,” Rick said.

“She ain’t got—what?” The archer stalled before he could even embark on his next angry tirade.

“No. I don’t believe it,” Rick said.

Daryl’s blue eyes narrowed. “Well, where the fuck is she?”

Glenn pointed. “She’s right inside.” Daryl gave each of them a parting glare and stepped into the stable. T-dog moved aside and Daryl peered in at you. He looked down at the handcuffs that were keeping you in. You immediately climbed to your feet.

“Are ya alright?” he asked urgently.

“Did you find any sign of Sophia?”

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Yer locked up in here and that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?” He shot a pointed look back at Rick and Glenn, who had followed him inside. “No. Nothin’,” he said sadly. “But are ya alright?”

You nodded. “I’m fine.”

Daryl spun on Rick again. “If ya don’t think she did anything wrong then why the hell is she still locked up in here?”

“It’s not her I’m worried about,” Rick said.

“What d’ya mean?”

Rick looked uneasy.

“Ya think Shane might try somethin’ else? Might try to hurt her? Ain’t he full of stitches now?” Daryl asked.

Rick looked troubled. “I don’t know what he’s capable of. If he tried this, who knows what else he might try.”

Daryl turned to face him. “She just was attacked two damn days ago. She’s got a concussion. She ain’t spendin’ the night in a goddamn horse stall,” he argued.

“Daryl, it’s fine,” you said. “I’ve had worse…”

“Nah. Not happenin’,” he argued.

“I want Shane to think we all believe him,” Rick said. “For now.”

“So, tell him she’s here and keep a guard, but she ain’t stayin’ in there overnight. Ya got her locked up like some damn animal.”

“Daryl, really it’s fine—”

“Nah, it ain’t,” he said fervently. He stared at Rick. “She can stay in my tent. Shane wouldn’t think to look there.” This time Rick considered it. “Keep T-dog here on watch so if Shane does look he’ll think she’s still locked up out here. But that son of a bitch knows better than to come sniffin’ around my spot,” Daryl drawled.

At length, Rick nodded. “T open it up.” T-dog unlocked the stall and you stepped out, hugging your arms around yourself against the chill in the evening air. Glenn handed you your pack and gave you a sympathetic look.

“Thanks,” you nodded to him. Daryl started to lead the way out but Rick stopped him.

“Just make sure she isn’t seen. Shane is… far worse off than I thought he was,” Rick said, and you could see the weight this man was carrying. He’d finally realized the full extent of Shane’s collapse and he didn’t know whether to blame the apocalypse or Shane’s feelings for his wife… in the end the why didn’t matter. Something was going to have to be done about it.

“I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen,” Daryl said. Rick nodded and you followed Daryl outside into the evening which was now growing dark. “Ya need anything from your spot?” he asked you as you fell into stride beside him. You shook your head. You arrived at Daryl’s camp and he immediately unzipped his tent and nudged his head to indicate you should go inside. “Sorry,” he drawled as he stepped in after you. He clicked on a lantern beside his bed. “Wasn’t exactly, uhh, expectin’ company.” He swept some things aside from the middle of the floor and grabbed some clothes off his cot, adding them to a pile in one corner. “Ain’t much,” he said glancing around, “but s’better than a horse stall.”

You nodded. “Thanks. Again.”

“So, what exactly happened?” he asked, sinking down on a camping chair set up in one corner. He nudged his head in the direction of his cot and you sat down on the edge of it, putting your pack beside you.

You shrugged. “I don’t really know. I was picking mushrooms and the next thing I knew Rick, T, and Glenn were there pointing guns at me. I just gave up my knife and Rick handcuffed me and walked me back and put me in that stall.”

Daryl stared at you intensely, his expression mainly bewildered. “They said Shane had to get a bunch of stitches. So, ya never even saw him?” You shook your head. “Jesus. So, he fucked himself up? Why?”

At first you just shrugged, but Daryl waited as a thoughtful look grew on your face. “After yesterday, I think he really believes I’m actually dangerous… or some part of him does,” you said.

Daryl’s eyebrow cocked up. “Well, ya are dangerous. Ya can handle yourself. But ya ain’t a psycho. Ya wouldn’t hurt anybody here without a damn good reason.”

“I guess so,” you said, thinking back to how you had essentially blacked out and slaughtered those men who were attacking you.

“I know so,” Daryl said.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. If someone—if I even perceived someone as doing something to threaten me… I don’t know,” you trailed off.

“Shane did basically threaten ya yesterday. And ya didn’t murder him. Like I said, ya ain’t a psycho.”

You eyed him for a long moment. “…Why are you being so nice to me?”

The question went straight to Daryl’s heart. The fact that you even would ask such a thing meant you weren’t used to it, didn’t expect it. He could definitely relate to that, purposely keeping expectations low at all times... but it hurt to hear you say it. He thought you were vastly more worthy of some sincere, positive attention than he was. He grabbed a stray leaf off the canvas floor and twirled it between his thumb and forefinger. “I see what ya do for the group. Without anyone even askin’. And I guess, maybe, I can relate to ya.”

You gulped at the nervous tightness in your throat. “What do you mean?” Your voice was soft in the still silence of his tent and it left you feeling like nothing outside the thin walls existed except the droning of the cicadas and chirping of the crickets.

Daryl crumbled the dry leaf between his fingers and watched as it turned to dust. “I’ve had things happen to me, too… in the past, ya know? And I can recognize someone with their guard up ‘cause mine usually is. I guess damaged people just know how to spot other damaged people,” he drawled. He paused and suddenly realized what he’d said. “Not that ya are damaged, uhh, shit…” he murmured, feeling like a complete asshole. But far from looking offended you actually smiled at him and even let out a small laugh. Daryl wondered at the unfamiliar jump of his heart at the sound.

“It’s okay. I am. And I know it,” you said, trying to put him at ease. “But I really think everyone is these days.”

One corner of his mouth twitched up. He watched as you pulled the end of the bandage on your hand free and unwound it, resting it palm up on your knee, staring down at the stitches across your palm. “Thanks for this,” you said. “This is definitely better than the stable…”

He nodded. “Yeah. Ya can take the cot when you’re tired.” He glanced toward the zipped-up entrance. “Gonna plant myself right in front of the door,” he murmured.

“Do you think Shane would—would really try to hurt me?” you asked him. There was no trace of fear in your voice, just a somewhat amazed curiosity.

The archer shrugged. “Honestly, I dunno. If ya had asked me when we were back at the quarry I woulda said no, but… for all his tryin’ to poison everyone to think yer the crazy one, he’s the one who’s slipped.”

You nodded and Daryl was surprised to see that you actually looked sorry, regretful as you thought about him. Despite what Shane was trying to do, you felt bad for him. “He really is in love with Lori,” you said softly. “It is pretty sad when you think about it.”

Daryl was staring at you curiously. “I guess so.”

“It is,” you insisted. “I think Shane is a good man down deep. He’s fiercely loyal… does anything for the people he cares about… but this world takes good people and just—” you broke off, realizing suddenly that you were rambling on a bit and cutting yourself off. You glanced up and Daryl’s blue eyes were fixed on you.

“Just what?” he prompted. He looked genuinely interested in what you were saying.

You shrugged. “Breaks them.” You stared down at the stitches on your palm again. “I think that’s what happened to me.”

“Would ya quit that?” Daryl said sharply. His tone was scolding. “Ya ain’t broken.”

“You don’t know that,” you countered.

“Well,” he said, grabbing a couple nearby shirts and balling them up before positioning them underneath his head as a makeshift pillow as he laid down on the floor. “If yer broken, I’m fuckin’ ruined,” he said. You could tell he was partially kidding, but he was also half-serious and you wondered what trauma was in his past that made him find yours so relatable. Daryl stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles, draping an arm over his eyes. His crossbow and knife were lying right beside him and he really was blocking the entrance of the tent.

You shifted on the cot, smoothing his sleeping bag beneath you and pulling your feet up off the floor, trying to settle in. You clicked the lantern off. “You’re not ruined,” you said as you laid down on Daryl’s cot, staring up at the faint shape of the curved roof of the tent.

“You don’t know that,” Daryl retorted from his place on the floor, quoting your own words back at you. You could hear a smile in his voice.

“Yeah. I do,” you said softly. Daryl felt an unexpected electric jolt at this assertion from you.

“Night, Y/N,” he drawled.

“Goodnight.”

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hole-y

George x reader angst/fluff

description - Y/N and the Order head out to deliver Harry to the burrow on the night of his seventeenth birthday. Chaos ensues and when you reach the burrow, you couldn't be more thankful for your friends and family being safe.

warnings - minor talk of gore and injuries, death, general warning for george being an absolute angel. Fem pronouns and reader gets picked up

A/N - so this is the first time ive posted in like months i think which is a little crazy, im so sorry for the delay. This is something that i just really wanted to write, i will be posting some requested writings soon as well as hopefully some more writings outside of just harry potter and marvel.

word count - about 3600

MASTERLIST

You were terrified. The feeling in the pit of your stomach made you want to cry but you pushed it down. There were bigger matters at hand. Bigger things to worry about. One of those things being the possibility of you never seeing your best friend or your boyfriend again. The thought made you shake and when you looked over at Fred and George you knew they were thinking the same thing.

You had been friends with the twins since as long as you could remember. Well actually, you had disliked them when you first met them, they were much too loud for you to get along with and they frustrated you to no end but you somehow had all of you classes and activities with them. They accidentally let loose a prank on you in your third year and you screamed at them before going up to the astronomy tower and crying. They followed you a few minutes later and apologized and sat with you until you stopped crying. Actually they stayed with you until they could make you laugh. From then on, you had a soft spot for the twins and the same happened to them.

You didn't know when you started to have romantic feelings for George, he always said that he started to feel something for you when he was in fifth year and you sneezed so hard you made a nearby owl fly away. You thought that was rather ridiculous but it made you blush all the same. You started dating in sixth year when Fred nearly shoved you two into a closet and told you he wouldn't let you out until you talked to each other about your feelings. Since then you had been the happiest you had ever been in your life and you were forever thankful to Fred who took 100% credit for your relationship. They were your family, all the Weasley's were. Now, looking at everyone you loved in a room, you felt worry rise in your throat. No, worry wasn't the right word. Terror.

George pulled you into his side and he kissed the top of your head deeply.

"I love you. You don't have to do this." He mumbled into your hair and you sighed.

"You know just as well as I do that we both have to do this. It's okay, I'll be with Moody. He won't let anything happen to me." You muttered and then turned so your face was pressed into his chest. "But I love you too." You whispered and a tear fell from your face and into George's shirt. You then pulled away and pulled Fred into a hug. He groaned dramatically.

"No, I'm hugging you. No complaining." You grumbled and he complied, his hand going around your back and smoothing out your hair. You knew he was looking at George, some sort of twin telepathy going between them but you didn't care. When you pulled away, both of them smiled gently at you. Then before you knew it, the polyjuice potion was being passed around. You gave one last look at George and drank the potion and he did as well. It was the worst tasting thing you'd consumed in a long time and as you were keeping yourself from throwing up at the taste you felt yourself get a bit taller. You looked to your side to see two more harry's. You smiled at them and began to change your clothes.

You had agreed to go as Harry with Moody, Mundungus would also be there as himself. You had decided to switch last minute. You all walked out of the house as the minutes ticked by waiting for Harry's protection charm to end. Eventually you all were off with one last longing glance at George.

The battle was one that would haunt you for the rest of your life. As soon as you left there were death eaters on you. All you could do was hold onto your broom for dear life, Moody on the broom behind you and Mundungus on a separate broom right next to you. Before you could think, there was green all around you and screaming from every direction. You just focussed on getting to the Weasley's, a route you knew by heart, and let Moody do the protecting. At some point you looked to your right and Mundungus was gone. When you looked to your left you were horrified to see the dark lord flying next to you. Tears came to your eyes at the realization that you would probably not be making it out of there. Moody quickly began sending spells his way but it was not an even fight. He held off Voldemort for an impressive amount of time but all good things end. You heard the killing curse and saw the green light and you expected it to hit you, you were the target. Somehow Moody got in front of you to stop you from getting hit and you screamed. When Moody's body fell from the broom, yours did too. You hit the ground with a thud and your body immediately screamed in pain. You looked to the side of you and saw Moody's body. Tears were falling from your face but the shock running through you prevented you from feeling whatever damage you took from the fall. You took a breath and gathered yourself. You needed to get out of here. You would have time to scream and grieve later if you made it out of this alive. The death eaters obviously thought you to be dead and Voldemort had fallen back for some reason. You feared it was because he realized you were not the real Harry. Your tears stopped, face hardened, and you stood with slight difficulty. You would have to get to the Weasley's and you prepared yourself to apparate. When you did, your aim had been a bit off. You were in the bog outside the burrow and you could see the light in the distance. There was a panic at the house and you realized that the others had all arrived. Despite the pain in your legs, you began to sprint to the burrow. You noticed that you were yourself again, your hair getting in your eyes as you ran.

"Y/N?" You heard Remus yell and you kept running. Someone pulled you into them and you looked up to see red hair. You had arrived at the burrow and the tears had begun as well.

"Fred, Moody is dead. Voldemort killed him. Mundungus disapparated right at the beginning, I don't know where he went. It was just me and Moody and then he just-"

"Shhh, hey you're safe now, it's gonna be okay." He muttered and you noticed the break in his voice. You suddenly realized that you didn't feel George near you. You pulled back quickly. "Living room" Fred stated and you headed in, Fred following behind you. When you saw George though, you were not filled with relief. In fact you were so filled with dread that you thought you might just throw up.

"Is he..." you whispered. You couldn't finish your question, dreading the answer.

"m' not dead" Came a whisper from the man you loved and tears began streaming down your face as you collapsed next to him and buried your face in his chest. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was racing. It only slowed when you felt a familiar hand brushing through your hair.

"Fred, I'm saintlike." you heard George whisper and you looked at him questioningly but he was looking across the room to his brother. Fred looked concerned and dropped down next to you, a hand going to your back.

"What's wrong with him? Is his mind affected?" Fred asked his mother worriedly. You were also looking to Molly for reassurance but she looked just as concerned as you.

"Saintlike. You see...I'm holy." George spoke again and all attention was on him. "Holey, Fred. D'you get it?" The relief that you felt was overwhelming and you laughed deeply before burying your face once again into the chest of the man you loved.

"Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole world of ear related humor before you, you go for 'holey'?" Fred laughed with you, his voice cracking with emotion and the tears streaming down your face were now happy ones. You were so thankful that the man you loved was okay and unchanged besides the trauma he would likely carry. And of course that he only had one ear.

The rest of the night would go by in a blur. You were debriefed by Remus who tried to be as gentle as possible in his questioning. You did not leave George's side and neither did most of the Weasley's. However hours later you still hadn't moved or eaten, too scared to leave George. Enough time had passed that everyone told you George was out of the woods and most people had gone to bed. You couldn't leave though. Molly walked toward you, a plate full of food with her. George was asleep and you were staring at him fearfully, making sure that his chest was moving with life.

"You need to eat, dear." Molly whispered and you sniffed a bit.

"I cant." Was all you could say and she sat next to you.

"Well either you need to eat or I will wake George up so he can make you." At this you looked at her. She had unshed tears in her eyes and you suddenly tackled her in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Molly." You whispered into her neck where she was holding you.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" She asked.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect him and that I wasn't here to help when he got here. I'm sorry I didn't convince him not to go. I'm sorry-"

"Hey, stop." She asserted and you did, pulling back to look at her. "Now you know why you went. George went for the same reason. You were both very brave and it could have been either of you who got hurt out there. Now you are both alive and okay and so are the rest of my children. I will be thankful for the rest of my life for that. But I still seem to have a kid who isn't taken care of and I need to make sure that she is. So will you please take a breath-" she paused to wait for you to take a deep breath, which you did, "and eat something. Or else I fear my son may have a heart attack when he wakes up. Okay?" she questioned and you sniffled and wiped your nose.

Making one last glance at the movement of George's chest before looking to Molly and nodding. She handed you the tray of food that instantly comforted you and she sat with you while you ate. You were both silent but you were thankful she was there to watch over George while you were distracted. When you were finished she took your plate and stood.

"Now I am going to get some rest. You should consider doing the same." She whispered and patted your hair. You watched her walk to her room and you looked back to the man in front of you.

You weren't sure how long you were sitting there but by the time you came out of your trance to a hand touching your face the fire was nearly out. You looked up at George and he looked sad.

"Are you okay, baby? Do you need anything?" You started to stand up, worried he was uncomfortable. He pulled you down on top of him on the couch and you squirmed, worried you would hurt him.

"Honey, I need you t' stop moving and let me hold you please." He sounded serious so you stopped trying to get off of him. Instead you sighed and moved to straddle his hips and then lay the rest of your body on top of him, your head going to his chest. "Thank you." he whispered. You lifted your head to look at him and he had tears in his eyes.

"Are you in pain, bubs?" you tried to be quiet so you wouldn't disturb the peace in the room.

"No. I'm just glad you're okay." He whispered and a tear fell. You reached up to brush it off and you smiled at him.

"Of course I am, you're the one who got hit by a spell." You reassured but he shook his head.

"You're right that I'm the one that got hit by a spell but Voldemort tried to kill you. You could have died tonight, Y/N." He seemed so sad but you didn't know how to comfort him. You hadn't really thought about it since you got to the burrow, too focused on George. You had yet to really process the fact that Moody had died to save you and without his sacrifice you would not be here with your boyfriend.

"I didn't though. I'm okay." You moved up a bit to kiss the cheek on the side furthest from his injury. "We are both okay." You put your head in his neck and sighed deeply. He took a deep breath into your hair and wrapped his arms around your back.

"We are never doing that again." He grumbled and you chuckled.

"Really? I was planning on taking some polyjuice tomorrow, maybe having another go at it." You smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I thought I was supposed to be the comedian."

"Not when your last joke was 'holey'. Your comedian title has been revoked."

"Oh shut it, I'd just taken a curse to the head, give a guy a break." He smiled but you both stopped and the smiles dropped while remembering the reality of the situation. "How long have you been up watching me?" he asked gently and you sighed, preparing for your scolding.

"Probably 6 hours or so."

"SIX HOURS? You haven't slept since you got back? Darling you need to go to bed, why on earth did you stay up that long?" he practically screeched and you shushed him as best you could so he wouldn't wake the whole house. You didn't answer his question, instead looking at his chest. "Y/N why wont you sleep?" He asked again, this time more seriously. You felt tears come to your eyes.

"I couldn't-I had to-" you were cut off by your own tears.

"Hey, bubs, whats wrong? I'm sorry, didn't mean t' upset you, bunny." You shook your head at the thought that he had made you cry.

"I was just worried that-" You paused to take a breath, "I thought if I went to bed I might wake up and you wouldn't be..." You felt him shush into your hair. He hadn't really thought about it that way and he felt bad for keeping you up like that.

"Bunny, I am fine. I pinky promise." He pulled away to do just that. As your pinkies were interlocked he made decisive eye contact with you. "I promise nothing bad is gonna happen to me if you sleep, okay?" You nodded a bit and he leaned in to kiss you. "How about we both go to sleep and you can stay right on top of me so you can be with me if anything happens." He mumbles against your lips and you nodded again. He pulled you snuggly into him and put a hand on the back of your head to hold you there.

"I love you." You whispered into his chest, not even necessarily trying to get him to hear.

"I love you too, bunny. Now you need to shush and get some sleep." You huffed and finally settled into him. He couldn't sleep for much of the time you did, he could never admit it but he was quite scared as well. He shared your fears. He was worried he would wake up and you would no longer be with him. He got bits of sleep now and then but he couldn't sleep through the night. You stayed asleep on top of him until he saw the sun come up. He knew you were vaguely awake as your breathing wasn't as slow and you curled into him tighter.

"M' gonna get up to make us some tea, yeah?" You nodded slightly and he took that as an okay to get up. He picked you up gently and brought you to sit on the counter in the kitchen. His head didn't seem to hurt at all which surprised him a bit but he knew his mother was a gifted healer and she worked her magic on him to make sure he would feel okay the next day. He tried to step away from you to make some tea but you did not release him. Instead he was trapped standing in front of the counter, you clinging to him tightly. It was at that moment that the other twin decided to come into the kitchen.

"How's the hole?" He nudged George with his elbow and he chuckled.

"Not bad at all, don't even really have a headache." He muttered, still trying to be moderately quiet as you seemed to be in a half asleep state and he knew you needed all of the rest you could get.

"She doing okay?" Fred whispered, nodding toward you.

"Restless night." George replied and Fred nodded in understanding, moving to prep the tea for George seeing as he was trapped at the moment. When the tea was done, George rustled you awake slightly. "Would you like some tea, m'love?" You nodded and moved to sit up a bit, releasing George and catching Fred making gagging noises next to you.

"Oh shove off." You grumbled and he chuckled. You made a move to get off the counter and George grabbed your waist to assist you. As soon as you were on the ground you made your way over to Fred to hug him properly. You were just so relieved that your favorite people made it out of yesterday alive and Fred sighed and hugged back.

"Y/N, this is 3 hugs in 24 hours. I'm starting to worry about your head. There isn't a hole in it is there?" Fred questioned and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your head and turned it to look at the other twin across the kitchen who stood with tea in his hand, gazing at both of you with a calm and content look on his face. You smiled at him before releasing his brother who gave your hair a ruffle as you turned to look up at him.

"Thanks for being okay." You smiled at him and his gaze softened a bit.

"Right back at you."

The rest of the morning was spent drinking tea and talking, thankful just to be alive. As the family woke up there was more relieved exchanges without the shock and stress that had been present the night before. You rarely left George's side besides to let him get changed and have a private talk with his brother. Eventually Ginny dragged you away to get you cleaned up and changed into clothes that weren't covered in blood and grime. As you walked away the boys began to gather around George. Ron looked at the twins expectantly with a glint in his eye.

"Well? Show us then!" He got out a bit excitedly. Harry smiled as well and Bill seemed to have some jitters. George smirked before a ring appeared in his fingers. It was modest but it was all he could afford and he knew it wouldn't make a difference to you anyway. The boys all shoved each other in excitement and Fred clasped a hand on George's shoulder.

"I know you know this already but I just want to remind you that if you hurt her, all of us wouldn't hesitate to beat you to bits." He smiled but there was not so much humor behind his statement. The rest of the boys mumbled in agreement. George gave them all a look.

"Okay, first of all, I nearly died yesterday. I think you could all stand to be a bit nicer to me."

"We all did, get over yourself buddy." Bill joked and George rolled his eyes.

"Second of all, How come I'm the one getting threatened? I'm your brother."He looked around the group.

"'Cause she's the favorite, obviously." Ron stated simply before leaving the group, Harry and Bill following him, both giving George a teasing smile before they left.

"I think that was rather rude." George grumbled, though there was no malice behind it. He looked over at his twin who simply shrugged and patted him on the back.

"Just the way it is. If you two were to break up, I'm pretty sure she's the one who stays in the family." Fred winked before heading out of the room as well and George took a second to look at the ring in his hand. He heard footsteps and quickly shoved it into his pocket. You appeared in the doorway, hair matted down with water and in comfy clothes, fuzzy socks adorning your feet.

From the doorway you smiled at George who beamed back at you. You felt around in your pocket for a moment where your hands were shoved and when your hand hit the hidden ring there you let out a breath. You stared at each other for a moment, just content to be near each other without thinking about the war for a moment, warm light filling the room and calm in the air, both planning on later asking the other to spend the rest of your lives together.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #hp #hp imagines #hp imagine #hp x reader #imagine #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fluff #fluff #angst #weasley #x reader #oops

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poguestvff · 3 years

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CALL ME BACK P. 2 — JJ MAYBANK

in which, JJ and Y/n finally reconcile whilst sat on the bathroom floor

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warning(s): very small descriptions of wounds, angst if you squint, fluff, for the most part, and nothing else i dont think. she/her pronouns part one !!!

The ringing of the phone beside her hadn't made y/n budge instantly. She wasn't expecting a call, her parents knew where she was and who she was with, her friends knew where she was and who she was with. she didn't exactly think there was a reason for a phone call so she let it ring. When a soft ding followed it, the boy beside her let out a sigh.

She raised from the bed, sitting up as she stretched her arms above her head. Y/n picked up her phone from the small table as she noticed the photo she had tried posting finally went through, the tagging of Topper's account making his phone go off as well. She swiped down to the notification center, finding a voicemail from JJ. Her heart seemed to sink within her chest momentarily. She hadn't seen that name in a couple of days, hadn't come in contact with him in a couple of weeks.

It wasn't something she wanted, it was something she needed. Something they needed; Space from one another. She should've seen it coming, hurdling at her at a rapid pace since the time they'd began dating, but she ignored just about every sign until it was right in front of her. She never blamed him, she never would blame him. Y/n understood he had a troubled time showing affection, he was her best friend after all, she knew him in and out, there was no reason to not hold a candle to his name.

Seeing his name made a mountain of things run through her head. Questions upon questions on whether she should listen but a gut feeling made her decision final as she lifted the device to her ear. "Uh, hey. Hey, Y/n/n." She could hear the shakiness, the sound of hesitance that wavered within his voice. "I don't know why I called... Yes, I do. I just really need someone right now and—and everyone's gone. I didn't know who to call except you. Just... just if you get a minute call me back." Then the line went silent.

She looked over to Topper, the boy sleeping sound beside her on his stomach previously though now he lay, staring right back at her. "Was that maybank?" He asked in a groggy tone, a yawn following as he rubbed at his eyes. She hummed, pushing her legs over the side of the bed. "Why did he call?"

"I uh... he didn't say." she said in a low, confused tone, holding the phone in her lap. She couldve called him back, she probably should've. But she didn't know how she'd react if she heard his voice and have to listened to his pained tone again. She typed out several different messages, all in preparation to send but she couldn't decide on which one immediately.

"It's too early, just go back to sleep." Topper said, pulling lightly at the back of her shirt. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing a tired smile on his face that she didn't reciprocate. "What?"

"I really have to go, Top." She told him as he let out a sigh, turning over on to his back to stare at the ceiling. "He needs me—"

"Just like how Pope needed you to come to dinner the other day or like how Kiara needed your help to chose an outfit."

She clicked her teeth, shaking her head as she stood, setting the phone on the bed. "Don't be an ass." She muttered, grabbing her hoodie from the floor as she threw it over her head. "This is different."

"Tell me how it's different."

"It's JJ! That's how it's different." She exclaimed, hands tossing up before settling at her hips. "If he needs someone and I'm the person he calls, it's not for a dinner date and it's not fashion advice. it's because he genuinely needs someone."

She wasn't quite sure why Topper was so upset over this. they weren't dating, they were just close friends. Friends who spent the night together, watching comedy movies until they cried of laughter. Nothing more, she didn't doubt that for a second. Especially when she knew even when she did these things with JJ, there was always the happy, bubbly feeling within her that didn't feel the same with Topper.

And so the boy rolled his head over to her, fingers thumping against his chest. She couldn't tell what was going on in his head. He hadn't looked angry and there wasn't a frown on his face. It almost looked like he was expecting this, expecting her to defend JJ, tooth and nail. "Then go, y/n."

He looked like he had more to say, like he was biting his tongue, but if he had, he kept those thoughts to himself. "I will." She said, grabbing her phone and her keys, placing them in her back pocket to leave the thornton house.

She sat in the drivers side, pulling her phone from her pocket as the second she'd opened it, JJ's contact was still there. She still hadn't decided on what to send and so she finalized her messaging that she was on the way, sending that she was on her way and a heart. Which, ironically, was the same heart, once again, that they had sent weeks ago before for the last time in their last and final text conversation.

Driving the direct route that she'd known to the chateau had made her stomach feel unnerved. She’d recognized every turn, every stop sign, and the dirt road leading up to the plot. Finding that the front door was not properly closed, clearly slammed as she remembered that the screen was missing a screw causing it to need to be closed slow. The creaky door made someone in the house move as Y/n entered. "JJ?" She asked, making her way further into the home. "Jay, it's just me."

Another noise came from the bathroom as she moved around the corner, seeing JJ sat on the floor. The back of his head was against the wall and his eyes were closed though soft tear streaks shined across his cheeks from the way the light hit them. He opened his eyes finally, only side eyeing Y/n as she stood at the doorway. "i'm sorry."

"Don’t even think about apologizing." She said, pushing his feet back lightly to open the bottom cabinet, finding the medicinal items she needed. She sat in front of him, her knees digging into the hard wood floor below them. She could feel his eyes on her every move while she poured the alcohol onto a small hand towel. "This is gonna sting."

"I know." He replied, a sad smile coming on her face as she began to clean up the small cuts on his cheeks and the split lip. Her opposite hand held his chin lightly, dragging the towel lightly over his skin. She avoided all eye contact, he knew that for a fact as his eyes darted around her face.

She sat back on her ankles as she pointed at his shirt. He nodded, arms raising though wincing in the process as she rushed to his aid, helping him pull the dirty tee from over his head. The bruises that had become more prominent in the time of him waiting on the floor had caused for a heavy feeling to settle in her chest but she didn't say a thing, continuing to work in silence to help ease his pain just enough, leaving at one point to grab a cold beer from the fridge to place against his abdomen since there wasn't a single thing in the freezer other than the quarter filled ice tray.

"So...you and Topper." He said as she tilted his head to the side to clean the blood from the side of his jaw. She gave him a rather chagrined glare. "Sorry, just looking out."

"You don't have to look out anymore." She mumbled as he frowned. "And no... Topper and i— never." she cut herself off.

He went silent for a second, feeling the way her short nails scratched at the side of his cheek lightly. "You’re wrong." he said, suddenly, in Y/n's opinion as she gave him a confused look. "i always have to look out for you. like... like how you're doing right now."

"That’s different." She said for the second time that day.

"You wanna tell me how?"

She sighed, placing her hands in her lap as she sat back. "It just is, JJ. I’m sitting here cleaning your stupid... wounds like old times. This is nothing new."

"And because you and topper's friendship is new, it's different?" he asked. She placed her hands over her face, letting out a low groan against them. "It it's different because we're exes? Because you and Topper dating shouldn't be any of my concern now? News flash, you and Topper even remotely being friends was one of my concerns when we were friends."

She moved her hands from her face, staring at him. "No. what? No, what are you talking about? I didn't even come here to argue about topper, I don't get why it's even a topic right now." she said, her voice faltering near the end before she began leaning forward again to place a bandaid over his cheek.

"Because you know..." he trailed as she didn't even bother stopping. "You’re not... his."

"So what? I’m yours, is that what you're insinuating?" she asked, collecting the trash into her hand.

He didn't answer immediately, fiddling with his fingers in his lap instead. "Yeah." He mumbled. it was clear to him that she had not expected that answer. She stopped, pulling back again, so they could look directly at one another. "I didnt just call you because I could, I called you cause I needed you. I couldve called anyone but I called you because you know me best and i know you best. I know you well enough that you'd drop whatever you were doing for me. That's selfish, yes, but I needed you. Not want, need. A want would be that i want you back."

He was right because that's exactly what she did. And she knew him well enough to see the way he suck his shoulders just slightly in fear of what she'd say next. What she did next. Y/n's hands moved to rest on both of his cheeks, leaning forward to press a light kiss to his forehead before hugging him to her chest. "It didn't work out the first time." She told him in a lower tone.

"That was a trial run, i know what not to do." It was a joke, she knew. He had terrible timing. She heard the emphasis on the ‘I’, implying that he was the only one who made mistakes with the relationship. She let out a very minimal laugh at this, shaking her head at his antics.

She pulled back, running her thumb over the bandaid on his cheek. "We know what not to do." She correct him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips that he returned.

And within that moment, They both knew they were neither a want or need for one another. They were both.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #jj maybank #obx #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst

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thestarsanctuary · 3 years

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this is my first time doing a Mexican Reader so bare with me here y’all

KARASUNO AND AOBA JOHSAI WITH A MEXICAN MANAGER

Pronouns: She/Her but for the most part You.

Mexican! Reader

KARASUNO

The Karasuno team was not used to having 3 managers. Let alone a foreign one. Since you arrived from Mexico, you had introduced yourself to Tsukishima and Yamaguchi who had thankfully taken a liking to you. After a few months of getting used to the culture you saw that they were both apart of the Volleyball club. At that point you knew you just had to come and and check it out!

The first time you came wasn’t really much of a greeting. Yamaguchi had lended you his notes since you had been absent and you wanted to return them before the next day so you went to the gym and saw....well....boys. Lots of them. In a millisecond- all of their eyes were on you.

“Um...hi? I have this for Yamaguchi- where is he exactly?” You asked. You had seen some of these people around like the orange haired boy, and the black haired one as they were constantly together.

“Oh yeah he’s probably in the club room, I’ll go get him for you!” The grey haired boy said as he gave a concerning grin and ran off, leaving you with the collection of eyes watching your every move.

“So! You guys like volleyball...I do too! That’s cool” You beamed, trying to create conversation. The orange haired boy bounced over.

“YOU DO?! DO YOU PLAY?!” He asked excitedly, which made you feel a little relieved.

“No I don’t, but I used to watch all the time, I love the game.” You responded with a smile as he nodded his head in understanding.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo! I’m a middle blocker!” He grinned as he waited for the natural response to his position, but it never came. You just smiled and gave him a calm response. “Cool!”

Hinata felt himself feeling a little more shy. Maybe it was because you weren’t in disbelief or because he suddenly realized that you were a lot closer than he thought, but he shook it off and backed up as Yamaguchi came out of the club room.

“Hey y/n! Guys this is y/n! She transferred here a few months ago.” He explained as you gave them all a wave like you just came. Despite being there for 5 minutes. “Yo!”

Once you left Tanaka and Nishinoya felt their souls return to their body as they ran to Tadashi.

“YAMAGUCHI! YOU KNOW HER?! HOW?! IS SHE SINGLE?!”

“DID YOU SEE HER SMILE?! SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” They ranted, stars in their eyes as the green-haired boy chuckled just a little.

“She’s in me and Tsukishima’s class, pretty smart if you ask me.” He responded.

How you got in as a manager was a pretty simple task. Yachi was supposed to take over for Kiyoko but she found herself struggling with the technical parts of being a manager rather than interactions and moral. And that- is when you stepped in eager to help in any way possible. So you did.

The boys already liked you when you came into the gym the first time, I mean after getting Tsukishima to tolerate you it was simply a downhill battle and it’s not like anybody was against another manager as long as they got to play.

These guys were extremely protective of you. You were this foreign first year who oh so easily volunteered to take on the job of helping handeling these kids, how could they not love you?

And that protection lasted EVERYWHERE. Somebody flirts with you? Daichi already there. Somebody insults you or your food? Nishinoya already got their number and will be telling them it’s on sight.

The girls love you! The girls nights are weekly because where could you find people to complain about and laugh at the boys to in secret? You shared with them recipies for your Chicken with Mole, and they helped make you some one time. You made the rice while they tried a hand at making the Mole and while they...struggled...it came out good and it was the effort that they valued the most!

Now since you’re Mexican you ate what you were familiar with for the most part. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Japanese food, of course not! But while you lived in Japan you didn’t have your family with you and food was the only way you could stay connected. So in your way of melting together the two cultures you sometimes made things for the team, including the coaches!

The team won a game successfully? No injuries or mishaps? Horchatas for everybody at your house no hesitation. Hinata actually got double digits on his test? Give that boy some of Enchiladas of his choice asap! The team loved your cooking! And you enjoyed giving them a taste of your home, it was a special thing between you all!

Sometimes on your bad days you would struggle with being the person you usually were. You seemed quieter and more timid when giving advice in tips. You were quite frankly, hiding in a shell the whole time. So when that happened the first time, the team decided to do some team building! They took you to an arcade [despite you refusing multiple times] and you played games all day. Watching Tanaka try and convince you that he is an amazing dancer definitly brightened your day. And even if he made a fool out of himself he didn’t mind. His lovely manager was smiling, what more could he ask for?

Overall- they all like to have you around and don’t know what they would do without you. probably die.

AOBA JOHSAI

Now with this team? It’s spoiling galore.

The first time they met you was when you were a second year transferring from Mexico and that already made you stand out from everybody else but that and the fact that you were somehow friends with Iwaizumi? Ohhh that set it off.

First off- you were a second year. Second off- not even Oikawa knew about you. What is happening?!

It turns out, you had met Iwaizumi because you lived near his family and on numerous occasions had asked him where everything was around here are as you walked to school together. You went to a separate place in the school when he went to go meet the team so you never met him until the night when Tooru slept over Hajime’s house and saw you knock on his door the next morning ready to walk.

Tooru opened the door cautiously wondering why you were outside his best-friends house in the uniform for their school. Wait- were you confessing? Did you find out his adresss and go to confess? He had to let you down easy- simple.

“Hi! I’m looking for Iwaizumi?” You said. You knew who this was you weren’t oblivious, but you had never met before so you had to introduce yourself.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re here for but Iwaizumi is not looking for a relationship right now because he is way to busy trying to pull up his trash gra- AH!” He squealed as Iwaizumi choked him by the back of his shirt.

“Shut up. Is it time already?” He asked you with a completely different tone than the one he had used with Tooru. Were you perhaps-dating?! After you nodded, Iwaizumi invited you inside while he got changed. Tooru started at you with wide eyes before walking over to you.

“So....are you and lwa-Chan secretly dating?!” He said as he got closer, with a wide grin on his face. You had known he was a character but he was really something right now.

“No?! Not at all actually I- I’m new? To Japan, I’ve been here for a few months and he’s been helping me figure out where everything is in this neighborhood.” You quickly explained hoping he would back up at least a little bit. It was as if he heard you and backed up.

“Oh- so what’s your name then pretty lady?” He said grinning. You were a little flustered and brushed it off to tell him. “That’s a beautiful name. Where you from then? If you’re new?” He asked and you explained you were from Mexico.

“Wow! I know a few words in Spanish!” He said as he recited the most basic words you had ever heard and somehow still goofed up the pronunciation. But he seemed so proud you almost couldn’t tell him he was wrong. But you did.

You became the manager because you seemed to be one of the only people Oikawa would listen to, because Iwaizumi listened to you. It was a cycle.

Once the team met you it was like love- at first sight~ You- this girl who has somehow made it so that people magically do what they’re supposed to do? Pls come immediately and shower these boys in affection.

They’re aggressively affectionate. Iwaizumi gives you headpats all the time for n o reason. None. We can all tell he favors you because even when you joke with Matsukawa about him and basically makes fun of you he’ll take it because your so nice.

You want a drink? Iwai will give you 10. Feeling a bit lonely? Matsukawa will give up his playful nature and give you a hug for as long as you’d like. Oikawa’s fangirls getting under your skin? Kunimi’s clearing that place out asap goodbye.

One time when the team was bumed out because they lost a match against Shiratorizawa, you made them all Horchatas and they were immediately like “...what is this ma’am” and you had to laugh, and they were all sitting so confused but smiling because your laugh was quite cute to them [loud or not] and you had to explain that it contained rice actually, as well as some nut milk and cinnamon [however you like them, they’d probably inhale it no matter what] and they enjoyed those things so much you brought them for every single last game until their last one.

One time, Kyotani actually asked if you could make him one for his birthday! He was so timid about it because he didn’t want to admit how much he liked it- but he was desperate. There was nothing worse than talking to people but you always seemed so nice to him, no matter how he reacted. So he asked. And you actually made him some as well as some Tacos de Papa that you had made the night before from Lunch. He graciously excepted and even listened as you explained how much you enjoyed making them because of the process and how you were happy he liked them. He even laughed and you two talked for a while that day.

Another time, you had been feeling homesick and you couldn’t take time off from the boys so you went to the practice anyways and everybody could visually tell you were out of it. You weren’t scolding them for misbehaving, and even let Kunimi leave early [he was going to leave either way] and in the end everybody was just worried. Who hurt you? Why were you so quiet? And WHERE were the drinks you had promised? A lot of questions were left unanswered because they immediately wanted to make you happier.

They decided they were just gonna talk to you. And they did. All of them- even Kyotani- sat and listened as you explained how you were feeling and it settled in for them that this is not your original home, and your family isn’t even here for you. It’s only natural you would get sad sometimes. So they forcefully sent Tooru off to get you a drink and all proceeded to abuse you with affection. It was hugs all over, people laying on your back, your legs, your side, everywhere. But you felt a bit better.

A new family is still a family. And these guys, were just that.

FIN

ok so im black im not Mexican so I was trying to look up foods and stuffs so tell me if I was like too much or gave off too little pls 😭 it feels so cringe to me idk, anyways thank you to @mrs-oikawa it won’t let me @ you but she submitted a request for this so I hope you enjoy! Send me any misspellings y’all!!! Thank you also for almost/basically 50 followers whattttt? <3333

#haikyuu x reader #aoba josai x reader #haikyuu x manager #haikyuu x manager reader #tooru oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu x poc reader #mexican #haikyuu x you #matsukawa x y/n #kyotani kentaro x reader #haikyuu kunimi #haikyuu!!

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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Always the Laundry

Marcus Moreno x gn!reader (no pronouns, no y/n)

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, protective!Marcus, kissing, heated making out, shirtless, Marcus being the best boyfriend, Missy being the best kid

Notes: Written for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday. I saw the photo and immediately thought Laundry Day Series! This works as part of the series, but can also be read on its own. I need to get back into writing more of this series cause I really do miss it and I have a few more parts planned out, so look forward to that coming soon and enjoy this for now! Graphic made by me.

It was a quiet afternoon at Heroics Headquarters and Marcus slumped down onto his desk with a heavy sigh. The morning had started with a threat of an emergency, but after Marcus sent a team to investigate, it turned out to be nothing. After the rush of adrenaline wore off, the Heroics leader found his thoughts drifted over to you. He wondered what you were up to this afternoon, and when he would see you next.

The two of you hadn’t been dating long, only a couple months, but Marcus felt a deep connection and attraction to you that he hadn’t felt since his late wife. You both agreed to take things slow, which worked best for both of you, but Marcus quickly found that he had deeper feelings even after a short time. He forced himself to hold back, however, and wait until you were ready to take the next step in your relationship. He would wait, though, as long as you needed.

Just as a smile flashed across his face at the thought of you, Marcus’ phone rang. His grin grew wider when it was your name on the screen, and he welcomed the distraction from the quiet of headquarters today, “Hey baby,” Marcus answered with a pep in his tone.

On the other end of the line, you breathed heavily and your voice was shaky, “Marcus?”

He immediately went on alert and stood up when he heard the panic in your voice, “What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

You rambled incoherently for a minute before you spoke more clearly, “I’m sorry to call you at work, but I didn’t know what else to do…”

“Are you at home? Where are you?” Marcus cut you off before you could continue.

“Yeah…” you sounded so scared as you whispered into the phone.

“Stay there, I’ll be right over,” he couldn’t hide the way his voice wavered as a rush of fear ran through him.

Without hesitation, Marcus gathered his things and his weapons and bolted out the door. As he jumped into his car, every possible scenario ran through his head as he thought the worst. What happened to scare you like that? Had someone figured out your connection to him and found you? Did they have you cornered in your house, trapped? Were you hurt? What if he couldn’t get to you in time?

Marcus made it to your place in record time and with his sword in his hand, he barreled through the door as he called out your name. But, instead of a disaster situation like he expected, your place was quiet. There didn’t seem to be any hint of break in or anything disastrous. He made his way into your place as he called your name again, “Baby?”

“In here Marcus,” you finally called back from the far end of your home.

The laundry room, Marcus thought as he quickly moved over to meet you. What he found, however, was not what he expected.

You looked flustered and overwhelmed, and your clothes were soaked. You were surrounded by piles of laundry all over the place as your washing machine shook and spewed water and soap everywhere. At least an inch of water flooded your small laundry room, and it took Marcus a moment to register that his feet were now wet as well.

But, your face immediately softened when you saw your boyfriend in the doorway, “Marcus…” you breathed in relief and his shoulders finally dropped, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do and I was freaking out,” you gestured to the mess around you as he moved to be next to you.

“It’s alright,” he spoke in a soft, calming tone as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“This stupid machine,” you cursed, “It’s always spazzing out on me, but it’s never been this bad before,” you vented for another minute before you finally turned and met Marcus’ gaze. When you did, all the air left your lungs, “Marcus?”

“You scared me,” he admitted as those deep brown eyes looked into your own, “I thought something happened,” he squeezed your shoulder tighter before he pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you.

You let out a deep breath as you nuzzled yourself into his strong, comforting embrace, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you sighed again as you tried to make a joke to comfort him the way his embrace comforted you, “I mean technically something did happen…”

Marcus hugged you tighter as he kissed the top of your head before he let out a soft chuckle, “Always the laundry with you, huh?” The two of you broke out into laughter as you both fondly thought back to the day you met at the laundromat. Marcus pepped light kisses all over you until he finally felt you were safe and pulled away to meet your eyes again, “I’ll help you clean this up and then we can go over to my place so you can finish your laundry.” He thought it best to take care of the immediate problem for now, and he could worry about your washer later.

Your eyes lit up as you clung to his sleeve, “Thank you, Marcus,” this time it was your turn to place a soft kiss to his lips.

“You never need to thank me, baby,” he replied as he smiled into the kiss.

He wasted no time in helping you unplug the washing machine so that it stopped spewing water and together the two of you cleaned up the water that collected in the little room. Then, Marcus gathered all your laundry and carried it to his car for you and took you over to his house. Even though you insisted you could carry some of it, Marcus didn’t allow it. He genuinely enjoyed taking care of you and wanted to do anything he could for you, no matter how small.

“Your clothes are soaked too, babe,” he said with a grin after he put the first load into his washing machine.

Heat rushed to your face as you realized what he insinuated. You had gone on several dates over the past couple months, and the two of you made out like a couple of horny teenagers every time you saw each other, but things never went further than that at this point. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you wanted him more than anything, but you both agreed to take things slow for both of your comforts.

Just as Marcus was about to apologize for his comment, you grabbed at your shirt and slid it up off your body and stood before him more bare than you ever had before. Marcus’ mouth dropped open in awe as he just stared at you with wide eyes. His reaction just made you more flustered, but in a good way this time.

Before you could say anything, Marcus closed the distance between your bodies and kissed you passionately. He took the shirt from your hand and tossed it to the floor before his arms wrapped around your waist. Marcus quickly deepened the kiss as he lifted you up and sat you on top of his washing machine. Momentarily shocked by the movement, you moaned into his mouth, which only encouraged him more.

While you stayed locked in his kiss, your own hands roamed around his chest and tugged at his shirt. Wordlessly, you asked permission for him to take it off as well. And Marcus was more than happy to comply. He broke away from you for just a brief moment as he slipped his shirt off before he was right back on you.

Heat rose in the room as you and Marcus lost yourselves in each other. The kiss felt more intense than any before while your hands roamed all over each other’s bodies. You had never felt that much of his bare skin before, and you quickly found yourself craving more. And Marcus absolutely felt the same about you. No words were spoken, none were needed, just the sounds of your lips against each other and soft moans from both of you filled the space. Marcus pressed his chest against yours enough so that you felt how hard his heart pounded in his chest, and you knew yours beat just as fast.

But, you two were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both broke away and were met with Missy in the doorway, her arms crossed as a playful, knowing smirk on her face.

“Missy!” Marcus scrambled and grabbed his shirt off the floor and used it to cover your body, “What are you doing home?”

“Because I live here,” she tried to play stern but she couldn’t help but laugh at the predicament she found when she walked in the door, “And school is done for the day.” Thankfully, it wasn’t Marcus’ turn for the carpool this week and a classmate’s mom brought Missy home.

At the same time, both you and Marcus tried to explain the situation with overlapping chatter. Missy couldn’t help but burst into laughter as she felt like the adult who just caught two teenagers making out, “Ok, ok, you don’t need to explain,” she threw her hands up in surrender as he turned to walk away, “Just lock the door next time, and keep track of the time! Geez!”

You and Marcus stood dumbfounded as she walked away. The two of you were stunned to silence for several long moments before you locked eyes again and erupted into laughter. Marcus reached out for a towel so you could better cover yourself for now and placed one last kiss to your lips as he did so, “She likes you,” he whispered.

Your eyes went wide, “Really?” you breathed in a hopeful tone.

“Really,” he confirmed with a wink, “And so do I,” Marcus cupped the side of your face.

You could have cried from the overwhelming emotions of just those few words, but you held yourself together. You placed a tender kiss on Marcus' nose as you spoke so softly, “I like you both too.” In that moment, both you and Marcus were grateful for your very faulty washing machine.

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno fanfic #we can be heroes #we can be heroes fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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todobaku-supremacist · 3 years

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So if you don’t want to do this feel completely free to ignore but could I please request y/n and bakugou have been together for a while and just “neglected to mention it to anyone” and y/n walks into the common room one morning wearing bakugous shirt or something and class 1A just reacting to this all surprised (but they know they shouldn’t be surprised). And then bakugou comes down and just walks in on the chaos. Sorry if this makes no sense and feel free to put your own spin on it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (preferably gn or fem pronouns)

Ah the common trope of 1a not minding their own business, enjoy please!!

Wearing Bakugou’s shirt in the common room

You finally decide to get up a little before noon. It was Saturday and you wanted to take advantage of it.

“Hey guys,” you yawn while stretching your arms.

“Hi y/n! You’re finally up sleepyhea-,” Mina started but then her yellow eyes got all wide staring at you. “Ohhh nice shirt.”

You look down and get embarrassed with the realization of what you were wearing. It was Bakugou’s shirt. Oops. You always wear it to bed since it went all the way down to your knees so you only had to wear thin shorts underneath it. But right before you were going to say a quick thanks and run to your dorm to change, someone else sees you.

“Y/n! Hey, that shirt is pretty manly. It kinda reminds me of….” Kirishima stopped talking when he recognized where it came from.

“Thanks,” you mumbled quietly before turning to leave. Then there’s some whispering that distracts you before you here a loud:

“What no way! He never lets me borrow his clothes!” Kaminari. You needed to get out of there before he sees y-

There was a dramatic gasp. “How come you can wear his clothes but I can't?!” He asked running up to you and you stopped in your tracks.

“Well it makes sense with all the staring they do at each other,” Momo commented while peacefully sipping her probably 1million dollar tea.

“Psh Bakugou might but I don’t stare at anyone!!!” You respond defensively, while simultaneously also trying to fight the heat coming to your face.

“Mmhhmm…”

“Y/n!!” Oh my god what now.

“Yes, Iida?”

He did his famous hand chopping. “That is not appropriate common room attire! You should change immediately!”

“You know what? I agree. I was just going to do that now,” you say relieved. As you turn around you hear a familiar name and internally die.

“Why look at who it is! Bakugou, the man who won’t let me borrow his clothes.”

“What’s going on?!” Bakugou asked, looking annoyed and out of breath. The two of you lock eyes.

“She stole your shirt.” Mina points to you and your lack of wearing your own clothes

Bakugou go looked like he was about to say something but then Midoriya and Todoroki came into the building. They must’ve been racing with Bakugou with how sweaty they look.

“Ah, y/n, you and Bakugou must shop at the same store.” Todoroki assumed.

“Shut your trap Icyhot!”

“Wow kaachan i knew you guys were close but not that close!” Midoriya added.

“MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS NERD!” You and Bakugou yell together.

“Great, now that everyone knows you’re officially together you guys can stop the quick kisses between classes that you think nobody can see.” Jirou suggested. You and Bakugou’s jaw dropped wide open. It’s not like you were purposely trying to hide it, it’s just that you guys didn’t want to be one of those super cheesy pda type couples.

“You were doing what! PDA is not allowed on UA grounds, I’ll have to watch you two more carefully now.” Iida announced like it was his new purpose in life.

There was giggling and whispering from the rest of the class and you were about to go off on them but didn’t have the chance. Bakugou ran over to you, and draped you over his shoulder. He headed towards your room. This only resulted in loud Oooos and more gossip.

“I knew these idiots would be like this, let's just spend the day in your room.” Your spiky haired bf decided.

“Ok,” was your only answer because that sounded like a great idea. At least one good thing came out of this.

#my hero academia #mha #Bnha #bnha bakugou #boku no hero academia #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #class 1a #nosey af #Bakugou’s shirt #reader #y/n #bakusqaud #Bakugou #bakugou katsuki

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violetarks · 3 years

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Hii!! Yknow those fics about their childrrn going back in time and meeting their parents?? I was hoping you could do that but fem reader with Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Iida (and if you do girls, maybe yaomomo, uraraka and mina with adoptive children) thank you!!

their kid comes to the past

anime: my hero academia

characters: bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, iida tenya, yaoyorozu momo, uraraka ochaco, ashido mina

summary: your kid travels to the past where you and your partner haven't begun to even date yet.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, third person pov

↣ bakugou katsuki:

"You dumbass!" Bakugou yelled at her, explosions coming from his palms as he glared at her, "I told you to put the garlic and then the onions!"

Y/N growled back, taking the pan off of the stove and placing the half-cooked onions back onto the chopping board, "You just pointed at said 'those ones'! Be specific next time, moron!"

Bakugou grit his teeth, shaking his head as he washed the rice.

The two of them were tasked for dinner tonight. They had to cook for the rest of the students, which didn't seem as hard as first intended. Nobody was really picky, not even Yao-Momo, who had tasted the finest of foods the world had to offer. Since it was Bakugou's turn, everyone expected something spicy. And they would be right.

They were in the kitchen, both Y/N and Bakugou. They asked Y/N to help to make sure he didn't overload on the hotness. In the food. That is. As they both continued to talk — more like bicker — and cook, the entrance to the dorms swung open and in walked someone.

"I'm home!" A voice called.

Bakugou grunts in return as Y/N waves her hand, still looking away.

"Hey, so how was it?" Y/N replied, now slipping the garlic onto the stove.

A couple of their friends had gone off to help Midoriya fix up a present and party for his mother's birthday. Midoriya had originally asked Uraraka and Iida for help, but then Mina overheard and said her and Kaminari could assist them. So the five of them went to the mall and should be back any minute.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. Walking home took way more longer than usual." The same voice replied, sitting at the table, "I bumped into a kid on my way back, and the mother was really nice. Also, Nakano told me to tell you that Uncle Eiji wants to come over for a few drinks."

It's on those last sentences that Y/N stops stiring the pan and that Bakugou blinks at the ricecooker. The voice sounded... different. Not someone they talked to on a daily basis, which they do with all of Class 1-A. They glance at each other before turning around to the person.

At the table sat a boy around their age, flicking through his phone as he held his cheek in his palm. He had H/C spiky hair and vermillion eyes. He looked... oddly like the girl standing next to Bakugou.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Bakugou yelled, hands crackling by his quirk as he stormed towards the boy.

"Bakugou!" Y/N shouted, following after him after turning off the stove, "Calm down a sec, idiot!"

Bakugou glared at her before the boy at the table stood up and gasped, "Woah! You guys look so young! Is it that new moisturiser Mum got the other day?"

He pointed to Y/N. She held her breath. "What... What did you call me?" She mumbled out, clutching onto her shirt.

The boy's smile suddenly drops before looking around the room. "The fuck?" He says, covering his mouth soon after and looking at the two students, "S—Sorry! It's just... what happened to this place?"

Bakugou growled, hand against the table as explosions cover it, "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here, you extra?"

The boy blinks. "Geez, Mum wasn't lying when she said you cursed a lot when you were young..." He said, staring at the smoke coming off of the table, "I guess that kid had a quirk..."

Y/N furrows her brows, crossing her arms over her chest. "Tell us what's going on." She stated, sounding serious — which made Bakugou stare at her for a moment, "Before we get our teacher, and you do not want to meet him."

The kid clicked his fingers and pointed when at her. "Oh! Grandpa Aizawa?" He chuckles, making Y/N stiffen up, "Yeah, he still kicks my ass in training. He's amazing for an old hag."

He watched as their expressions only hardened, quirks forming around them. That's when the kid jumps, standing back and shaking his hands at them.

"Wait, wait, wait!" He shouts out at them, making Y/N and Bakugou's glare soften a bit, "M—My name is Itsuki! Bakugou Itsuki! I'm you're son that you have in the future!"

Y/N widens her eyes before shaking her head. "What? As if!" She called, stepping towards him with her hands in fists, "Is this just some sick excuse to infiltrate UA?"

Itsuki gasps again, back against the wall before digging out the phone in his pocket, "Hold on! I know you!"

Y/N raised a brow, tilting her head to the side. "Okay then, tell me what you know." She says.

Itsuki lets out a breath. "Your maiden name is L/N Y/N and you went to the same middle school as Uncle Eiji and Aunt Mina." He told them, making Bakugou clench his fingers around his arms, "You always have your charger on you wherever you go because you're scared of being unprepared for it losing battery."

She squinted. "That's what everyone knows about me." She said, "And what about Bakugou?"

"You're favourite food is Mum's spicy ramen!" Itsuki tells Bakugou, who widens his eyes before hardening his glare at him.

"I hate her cooking." Bakugou states, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No you don't." Y/N retorts, glaring over her shoulder, "You finish it every time I make it for you. But so what? Bakugou likes spicy food." She look back at Itsuki.

Itsuki then panicked, lifting his shoulders and leaning towards them. "I know something that you've only told two people!" He claims, pointing two fingers up.

"And what is that?" She sighs, hand on her hip.

Itsuki smiles at the small chance. He stated, looking as confident as ever, "You kissed Dad at Uncle Denki's birthday party out at some bowling alley."

Y/N and Bakugou held their breaths, freezing up as they listened to the kid. Holy shit.

Itsuki, thankful that they realised he was right, went on, clapping his hands, "He said that you had something on your face — cheesy as Hell, by the way, Dad — and held you face in his hand before you pulled him down to kiss you."

Y/N felt her face burn and Bakugou grit his teeth once again, hitting Y/N upside the head. She whined, holding where he hit her, "Ow! Bakugou, what the Hell?"

"Who else did you fucking tell, dumbass?" He asked her, other hand on his hip.

She grumbled, looking away from the two of them, "Well... Mina might've asked me why you and me took so long to find the bathroom and I was still caught up in the moment—"

Bakugou glared at her harder.

"Hey! You're not so innocent yourself, Bakugou!" Y/N accused, jutting a finger into his chest, "I know you told Kirishima and Kaminari!"

Bakugou's jaw dropped, hearing Itsuki snicker behind them.

"Kami teased me the next day saying I 'made you more distracted in class by my lips' and Kirishima warned me about it." She explained before her eyes landed on Itsuki again, "Doesn't matter! It's just that... he must be right. He's our son."

Bakugou then shook his head, walking towards the boy who was their kid. He reached up and smacked the back of his head. Itsuki grunts, "Dad! Jesus, you're can be so fucking mean!"

"Shut it, extra!" Bakugou retorts, dragging the two of them back to the kitchen, "Since you're another mouth to feed, then you're helping. God knows your mother can't cook for shit."

"Hey! Don't say that! You're just terrible at explaining things!" She explained, Itsuki laughing at them.

He sighed out, chopping the green onions, "You guys are still the same. By the way, how old are you two?"

Y/N looks over her shoulder and says, "We're 16. Why?"

Itsuki laughs even louder, pushing the green onions aside as Bakugou slices the meat, "Man, you two are gonna' be in for a surprise in five years."

↣ kirishima eijiro:

"Y/N, where's Kirishima?" Mina asked, chin in her palm, "I thought you said he'd be back in time to help us make lunch."

Y/N sighed, checking her phone again, "He should be. That's what he said. Maybe something came up."

Kirishima and Y/N were friends. For now.

They had a crush on each other and almost acted like a couple, except the kissing. As much as they wanted to. You would've thought they were from the hand holding and cute jokes they share.

Right now, Kirishima was off training. He liked training in the morning, so as soon as a few people got up, he was ready to leave. This morning, Y/N saw him and wished him luck. He smiled at her cutely before thanking her.

She shrugged her shoulders as she helped make fried rice, "I'm sure he'll be back soon."

In barged Kirishima. "Guys! This kid won't stop crying and I have no clue what to do!" He shouted, holding a child in his arms.

Everyone rushed over at the sound of a little kid, crowding around the two of them. The child didn't look any older than maybe... five or six-years-old. Some of them were worried about her intense crying, whilst other stood back and watched, not really sure what to do (Todoroki, mainly.).

"Aw, look at the little gal!" Kaminari said in a high pitched voice, leaning over to be face to face with the child.

"Careful, Kaminari, she's crying." Jirou said, pulling him back, "Kirishima, where did you find her?"

Kirishima pat her back, lifting his shoulders as he explained, "She was just sitting in the middle of the dorm paths, crying and calling out for her mum. I couldn't find anyone else so I just brought her here."

Y/N peeked over Mina's shoulder, seeing the small child. She had black hair with big red eyes, tears running down her face. She held onto Kirishima's shirt tightly, still wailing in fear.

Y/N moved closer, tilting her head at the small girl and squatting down a bit. "Hey, what's your name?" She asked quietly, hands on her knees. The kid looks towards her, tears halting for a few seconds. "You can call me 'Y/N'. Do you perhaps remember your mother's na—?"

"MAMA!" The girl suddenly cried out, unleashing herself from Kirishima and jumping into Y/N's arms, "Mama, I'm scared!"

The class was silent as Y/N fell back onto the floor, holding the girl in her arms. She blinked a few times. "'Mama'?" She repeated, feeling the tears of the child stain her shirt, "Wait, I'm not—"

"I'm sorry, Mama!" She cried, holding her shirt even tighter and digging her face into her chest, "I lost you when we went to the park and—and I can't see you! Papa, he—"

The girl pointed towards Kirishima.

"Papa found me and asked where you were, I said—... said..." She began, before she started crying again, "I'm sorry, Mama! I'm sorry!"

The others were whispering as Y/N gently rubbed the girl's back. She didn't know what to say. This kid thought that Kirishima and Y/N were her parents? Delusional! Outrageous!

But Y/N only sighed, closing her eyes and patting her head, "It's okay. I'm sure Mama won't be too mad. Do you remember your name?"

The girl sniffed, pulling away a little, "Nakano..."

"And your family name, Nakano?" Y/N asked, smiling warmly at the girl.

Kirishima couldn't help but blush at her.

Everyone was struck by her calm nature. Yaoyorozu, Mina and Uraraka went to go get Mr Aizawa to talk about the situation. The others went to continue on lunch, Iida pointing out that the little girl might want to eat.

"My family name?" Nakano mumbled, holding her chin in her hand, "Oh! You mean Mama and Papa's name?"

Y/N chuckled, nodding her head.

"My name is Kirishima Nakano!" Nakano announced to them all, "Mama, your name is Kirishima Y/N and Papa's name is Kirishima Eijiro!"

Everyone froze.

And then Kaminari jumped up from his spot at the couch. "Wait, you're Kirishima's girlfriend?" He called out, looking to Y/N incredulously, "Aw man! Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Kirishima and Y/N glanced at each other. "No, no, no, we're not together!" Kirishima claimed, standing in front of them, "There must be something going on!"

The rest of their friends were arguing about secret relationships and trust between them all. Kirishima tried to dismiss it all and clear thr subject.

Y/N was staring at Nakano. She just looked so... familiar. That's when Kirishima glanced down at the two of them again. He gave her a sorry look. For some reason, the same look Nakano was giving her.

"Nakano, what's your quirk?" She asked, hands on Nakano's shoulders.

Nakano rubbed her cheek before sniffing, wiping her nose. She then replied, "Mama, you said I have the same one as your pa. Time... Time-something..."

"Time-travelling." Y/N finished, furrowing her brows. She looked up to Kirishima. "I think Nakano is telling the truth. She's our... daughter."

Kirishima gazed at her silently. Then at Nakano. Now that he thought of it, she kind of looked like Y/N a lot. When Nakano looked over to him, Kirishima felt his heart flutter at the thought of her being his daughter.

"Really?" He muttered out, kneeling down in front of them, "I'm her father in the future?"

"I'm guessing." She replied, letting Nakano stand in between them.

Nakano sniffed, beginning to cry again as she reached towards Kirishima, "Papa!"

Kirishima gaped, feeling Nakano wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tightly, "Ah—Nakano, it's okay! Look, nobody's upset at you!"

She sniffed again, looking around to see everyone smiling at her. They hoped to make her feel better, to show that no one blamed her.

"Not even Mama?" Nakano asked, gazing over to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. She pat Nakano's head. "Of course not, Nakano." She hummed back.

↣ kaminari denki:

"Denki!" Y/N shouted out, running towards him as he turned around, "I told you to wait for me!"

Kaminari widened his eyes before holding his palms together. "Ah! Sorry, Y/N! I totally forgot we were walking to class together!" He claimed as she took her spot beside him, "You can't blame me, I was studying with everyone 'til I dropped dead!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing her tie before sighing out, "I told you not to be up too late, Denki."

Being best friends with the electric teen had its perks and downfalls. He had a great sense of fashion, always knew how to hype you up and was fun to stick around. But he also forgot a lot of things, told you that whatever you wanted to do to just do it, and no matter what he always wanted to know why Y/N was always stuttering so hard every time he mentioned her love life.

Y/N stretched her arms out in front of her. "Should we go somewhere after school? I know that there's a good sweets shop that opened up a few streets down." She said, hands in her pockets, "I'll even pay."

Kaminari smirked and nudged her shoulder. "Oh? Finally asking me out, are you, Y/N?" He chuckled, seeing her roll her eyes and push him away.

"You wish, Denki." She said back.

A person falling from the sky is what pulled them out of their thoughts. A girl who looked a few years younger than them. She was wearing a middle school uniform.

Y/N widened her eyes, rushing over to her. "Oh God! Are you okay?" She asks, kneeling down beside her.

The girl looked up, blinked a few times before gasping, scrambling to her knees. She mumbled out, forehead against the floor and palms beside her head, "Ah! I'm so sorry! I know you said not to come along, but I—I got really curious!"

Y/N tilted her head, hands on her knees as the girl apologised. She looked behind her, seeing Kaminari standing with his hand on his hip. He seemed just as confused as her.

"I'm sorry, uh... did something happen?" Y/N asked, smiling softly.

The girl sat up instantly. "I saw you and Dad beating up that big built guy!" She spoke, hand on her bicep, "He was super duper tall and I can't believe you do that for a living! Man, UA is gonna' be so hard..."

Kaminari then squat down beside Y/N, nudging her side. "Do you know this girl?" He whispered, getting a 'no' in return.

"Wait, why are you guys in your UA uniforms? Are you having a reunion again?" The girl questioned, pointing at the both of them as she scratched her blonde hair.

Y/N lifted her shoulders before placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Do we know you?" She asked.

"Hey! Mum don't do this to me!" The girl whined, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and hugging her close, "Dad said that when you do that it means you don't wanna' be associated with us!"

She glanced at Kaminari. "Dad! Tell Mum to stop!" She kept saying, tugging on his sleeve.

Kaminari and Y/N shared a look, standing up and unhooking the shorter girl from her shoulders. "I'm being serious. Can you tell us your name, age and how old... we are?" Y/N asked in a low tone.

The girl had blonde hair with H/C stripes on the side. She had E/C eyes and acted an awful lot like how Kaminari did in his own situations with Y/N. It was weird.

"My name is Kaminari Nariko, I'm 10-years-old." She said, making Kaminari widen his eyes, "Mum and Dad are 32."

"'Kaminari'?" Y/N said, looking up to the boy beside her, "She a relative of yours, Denki?"

"She's our daughter from the future." He said bluntly, holding onto Nariko's shoulders, "She has to be."

Nariko nodded her head as Y/N shook hers. "What? Our daughter from the future?" She gasped, waving her hands around, "How the Hell do you know that?"

Kaminari sheepishly looked away. He touched the ends of his pointer fingers together and hummed, "Well... I—I've always wanted to name my kid 'Nariko', and I really, really, really like you, and... she kinda' looks like us, so..."

Nariko smiled, jumping into Kaminari's arms. "See? Dad gets it!" She giggled as Y/N watched them, "I'm pretty sure that villain you guys were fighting used his quirk on me."

Y/N rubbed her eyes before taking a deep breath in. "Okay. Okay. If that's how it is, then let's go to Mr Aizawa." She said, taking Kaminari and Nariko's hands, walking off.

It was silent. Until Kaminari leaned down to her and whispered, "Does this mean that we have a date after school?"

Y/N looked away for a second. "Yeah... Yeah, okay."

↣ iida tenya:

"Mr Aizawa!" Iida called in class, standing from his seat with his hand up, "May I ask who this girl is next to you?"

The whole class turned their attention to the girl with H/C-coloured hair beside Mr Aizawa, wearing the UA uniform. The teacher seemed to visibly be irritated by the question before he pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up straighter.

"You all may call her 'Tenshi', she'll be under my supervision for the time being." He explains, gesturing the the girl beside him, "We won't know for how long. But for now, let her feel welcome and show her around."

The class erupted in chatter as soon as Aizawa allowed them, everyone crowding around the new girl. Most of them wanted to know her relation to Mr Aizawa, some thinking she was his secret child and others thinking she was his niece. Tenshi seemed startled.

"Please refrain from crowing her!" Iida called, waving his hand around, "You will overwhelm the new student. We do not want to make her feel uncomfortable."

Y/N smiled at Iida before turning to see the girl. She was already looking back at her. Y/N held out her hand. "My name is L/N Y/N. It's nice to meet you." She stated.

"I know." Tenshi replied, looking in awe.

"You... know?" Y/N hummed, pulling her hand away.

Tenshi panicked, waving her hands in the air as she spoke out, "Wait—I mean that I know of you, UA is pretty famous..."

The day had continued with Tenshi's weird outbursts. Iida had noticed that she seemed very familiar. She looked like someone he knew. Someone he thought about a lot. But he couldn't quite pin it down

It wasn't until lunch that he knew.

"Tenshi! Come sit with us!" Uraraka called out, gesturing to their table at the lost girl.

Tenshi awkwardly made her way over with her tray, setting herself next to Y/N. "Uh... Thanks, Uraraka. I appreciate it." She said quietly, thanking for the meal as well.

"So, Tenshi, where are you from?" Midoriya asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"I'm... from around here." Tenshi replied, glancing at Iida and Y/N just briefly, "I just haven't been on this side of town..."

Y/N chuckles, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Well, if you ever want to take a look around, I'd be glad to help."

Tenshi stared at her before smiling widely. "That'd be great. Thank you."

Iida began coughing, holding onto his chest as he painfully suffered. Midoriya pat the boy's back, asking if he was okay. Iida had just realised who Tenshi reminded him of. It was the way her and Y/N smiled, and the look in both their eyes when they spoke nicely to another. Iida knew that now, Tenshi reminded him of the one who he loved for a while. L/N Y/N.

"Iida, are you okay?" Y/N asked, playing a hand over his assuredly.

Iida glanced at Tenshi, who seemed a bit sorry. "I'm fine, L/N. Thank you." He chimed, wiping his mouth before sipping his water.

On their way to class, Tenshi stopped Iida. She tugged on his blazer, waiting until the others were gone. When they were out of sight, she sighed, "So you figured it out?"

"I haven't figured out anything." Iida spoke, shaking his head and fixing his glasses, "It's just... are you related to L/N somehow? You two look an awful lot alike."

Tenshi waited a moment before bursting out in laughter. God, even that sounded like her. "Listen, I'm about to tell you something and you may not believe me." She said, getting a nod in return. Iida's brain was wracking for answers. "I'm your daughter from the future."

Iida held his breath. He must be hearing wrong. Tenshi was his daughter?

"You look like you don't believe me." Tenshi stated, sitting down on a nearby bench, "Hold on. I've got something to prove it."

She rolled down her knee-high socks, showing off the slimmer and smaller pipes coming out of her calfs. Just like Iida's. He jumped, nearly breaking his glasses. "M—My quirk!" He gasped, making Tenshi laugh again.

"I guess I went back in time when I went over my limit." Tenshi claimed, rolling her socks back up, "I landed here yesterday and told Aizawa about it. He seemed pretty calm, and I was freaking out."

He couldn't believe it. He had a daughter. Hold on a second. Let's real that back real quick. "If that's true... that doesn't explain why you look so much like L/N."

Tenshi widened his eyes at Iida. "Dad... You're smart." She reminded him, standing up with her hand on her hip, "Do the math."

Iida held his chin in his hand. He began to go through each and every solution to this problem he was facing, staring off into space. Maybe it was just a coincidence, it's said that at least three people look like you. Maybe that was the reason.

Or the most plausible one.

He gulped, fixing his glasses. "Is... Is L/N the mother?" He questioned out loud, shoulders stiff as he waited for the answer. He was hoping for—

"Yep. She is."

Iida couldn't help but smile. He covered his mouth, letting out little chuckles. He couldn't believe he ended up with the girl who he had his mind on for ages.

Once he saw Tenshi giggle, he fixed his glasses and blazer, standing up straight. "Ahem." He cleared his throat, looking down to her, "I... I understand. Thank you for telling me, Tenshi. It means a lot."

He gave her a thankful smile.

"Ah, don't sweat it, Dad." Tenshi said, waving her hand dismissively, "Let me just say that you two were practically made for each other."

Iida grins again. He goes to ask something when footsteps turn the corner.

"Iida! Tenshi!" Y/N called, walking over to them, "Mr Aizawa wants us back in class. Are you guys okay?"

She tilted her head as they shared a look. Smiles and knowing eyes. Iida turned back to Y/N.

"We're fine. We all are."

↣ yaoyorozu momo:

Y/N groaned, pushing the door open with her bag over her shoulder, "Hey, everyone, I'm back."

Kirishima looked over the back of the couch, smiling at her. "Hey, L/N, how was training with Ectoplasm?" He questioned, seeing her kick off her shoes at the door and place them where they were supposed to be.

"Tiring as always, Kirishima. I wanted to die." She replied, taking off her jacket, "Have you seen Momo anywhere? She said she'd be here to hang out after my training."

Kaminari pointed to the roof of the common room. "Uh, she's in her dorm. Just a warning, I'm pretty sure she brought her dog or something with her." He said, leaning back into the chair, "I don't know if you wanna' go ahead and mix into that, but your choice, L/N."

Y/N only shrugged, thanking them before making her way up to Yaoyorozu's dorm room.

She and Yaoyorozu had been together for around two months. It was hard at first, as any relationship was. Mainly because they got together right before final exams were announced, so they were studying and such. But now that the exams had finished, they had all the time to hang out together.

Y/N sighed, opening the door to Yaoyorozu's room quickly, "Momo, baby, you have no idea what the Hell happened at training today—"

She stopped upon seeing a bunch of dresses sprawled out on the floor. With further inspection, Y/N finds that all these dresses are small. Too small for Yaoyorozu to be wearing. She then blinks before looking up towards Yaoyorozu's bed, which she got resized to fit her room.

"Oh! Y/N, you're back!" Yaoyorozu called, sitting up on her bed with her hands pressed together, "I've got great news!"

Y/N looked around again, closing the door and picking up the clothes on the floor. "Momo, I didn't think you'd be messy. What are you even doing?" She chuckled, helping Yaoyorozu put the dresses back on the hangers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we were just having so much fun!" Yaoyorozu claims, sitting down beside Y/N and leaning her head against her shoulder, "We're having a little fashion show right now."

Y/N peered down at her before asking, "Oh? You and who else?"

Out of Yaoyorozu's bathroom came a young girl, no more than seven-years-old, in a giant blue princess dress that most definitely was one of Yaoyorozu's. The girl wore a big smile with her hair done up so prettily.

"Ma'! I'm finished, look how pretty the dress it!" She giggled, rushing towards Yaoyorozu with her arms spread out wide, "Thank you, Ma', it's beautiful!"

Y/N widened her eyes. She stared at the young girl calling her girlfriend 'Ma'. As in 'mother'. She took a deep breath in. The girl looked exactly like royalty.

Yaoyorozu leaned down and pulled the girl onto her lap, smoothing out the creases of the skirt. "You look amazing, sweetie." Yaoyorozu stated, "You want to show Mama' your princess walk?"

It was if the little kid had just noticed Y/N sitting beside Yaoyorozu. Because the girl instantly dragged Y/N into a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Mama', you're here! Ma' gave me so many dresses to bring home!" The girl said, looking up to Y/N, "She said I got hit with a weird quirk at school today, and when I woke up, I was here!"

Y/N took another breath in, holding onto the girl's shoulders, "You did? Oh... Well, what's your name, uh..." She wracked her brain for a nickname for this kid. "Princess?"

The girl's eyes lit up with stars as she jumped onto the floor, the skirt flowing around her. "Yes! That's me, I'm princess!" She giggled, running around the room to collect the dresses she liked, "My name is Mizuki! L/N Mizuki!"

Y/N's eyes softened once the parts fell into place. This was her kid. With Yaoyorozu. And she was gorgeous, Mizuki was a bright young girl who was enthusiastic about new things. Y/N already loved her.

She supposed that this was what Kaminari meant by Yaoyorozu bringing a 'dog or something' into her room.

↣ uraraka ochaco:

"Today, your core classes will be 15 minutes shorter." Mr Aizawa announced in the morning, making everyone cheer in happiness, "That's because your tournament against the other class is coming up. You'll be training extra hard in Hero Basics. I expect all of you to work hard."

The red glow in his eyes made the class shiver before nodding their heads with a small 'yes sir'.

Aizawa began to flip through the papers in his hands before his eyes trace a new file in his pile. He clears hid throat, grabbing the students' attention. "Also — L/N, Uraraka." He spoke, making them both look up to him curiously, "You need to go see Recovery Girl as soon as possible. I recommend you go now."

Y/N and Uraraka glanced at each other from the other side of the room. The brunette then held up her hand. "Um, what is it for? Are we in trouble?" She questioned worriedly.

Aizawa shook his head, grabbing at his sleeping bag. "No. You just need to go talk to her. That is all." He spoke, already moving into the comfy thing.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked over to Uraraka. "Did you want to go now?" She asked the girl, hands behind her back, "We have full classes today, so we could use this extra time."

Uraraka shot up from her spot, hands on the desk. She excitedly replied, "Sure! Let's go now!"

Y/N and Uraraka were pretty much friends at this point. Where she hung out with Mina and Jirou, Uraraka spent time with Iida and Midoriya. However, they were somewhat close. Which was why Uraraka had such a big crush on her.

Y/N was beautiful, incredibly nice as well as supportive. She'd be there to help anyone up onto their feet again. One time, she caught Uraraka a bit upset about her situation with her parents, so Y/N spent the whole period just around her. She wanted to make sure Uraraka was okay. By the end of it, she was.

"Recovery Girl?" Y/N called, opening the door after knocking. She peered around and noticed the woman with another boy, someone they hadn't seen before. "Mr Aizawa said you wanted to speak to us."

Recovery Girl nodded her head, hopping off her chair as she walked towards them. "L/N, Uraraka. Good thing you came here as soon as possible." She said, motioning them to walk towards the patient bed where the boy was sitting, "You both know of all the unique quirks this world has. And how they effect us all."

The girls nod their heads.

"This young boy was hit with a time-travelling quirk." Recovery Girl states, gesturing to the boy, "And he says that he's from the far future. His name is Fujin. Do you recognise him at all?"

Uraraka and Y/N turned to the boy. He sat up straight and gulped, feeling more nervous under their gaze. Y/N shook her head after a moment and Uraraka said 'no'.

Recovery Girl glanced at Fujin. The boy waves his hands and speaks, "Oh! They won't recognise me, I'm actually adopted."

The woman nods her head, holding her cane out in front of her. She then gave a glance towards Uraraka and Y/N. "I suppose I'll just have to tell you straight." Recovery Girl sighed out, "This young man claims to be your son from the future. The both of you."

Time had stopped for Y/N and Uraraka. The girls shared a look with each other, the tips of their ears burning at the thought of having a kid with their friend. Who would've guessed that they'd end up with their high school crush?

Uraraka placed her hands on her cheeks, unknowingly activating her quirk as she gasped, "W—Wait, really? Me and Y/N adopt a boy in the future? Are you serious?"

Fujin dug through his pockets as soon as Uraraka began talking. He stated, "I have proof! You and Mum get married after you become Pros! Look!"

His phone screen showed the picture of the two of them. Uraraka and Y/N, smiling at the camera, holding onto each other. They had bands around their left ring fingers. This was definitely taken at the wedding, since Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki were in the background of it, clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple.

"O—Ochaco!" Y/N called as the brunette began to drift in the air, knees to her chest, "You're floating again!"

Uraraka covered her face as she moved around in the air. She whined, "I'm sorry! I just—I don't know how to react!"

Fujin huffed, pointing at Uraraka with a neutral expression, "Huh. So that's where the joke comes from."

Y/N looked towards Fujin. He wore a small smile and blinked at her, although so nervous. Kind of like how Uraraka acted sometimes. Y/N turned her head back to Uraraka, grabbing her elbow and dragging her down towards her.

"Hey, Ochaco, it's okay." Y/N said, arm around Uraraka's shoulder to keep her still, "Look, no one is panicking. Everything is fine. We'll be fine, and so will Fujin."

Uraraka mumbled, hands on Y/N's shoulders, "I... I just, um, I don't know if you know, but I might have a crush on you—"

"Oh, I know." Y/N spoke, lips pressed into a thin line, "I mean, everyone knows. I just didn't want to confront you in case you weren't comfortable about it."

Uraraka sniffed, pout on her lips and upward brows, like she was worried. She placed her hands on Uraraka's cheeks and squished them a bit. "Don't worry, I have a crush on you too." Y/N chuckled, tilting her head to the side, "You're pretty cute when you don't know what to say."

Uraraka gulped as Y/N pulled her into a warm hug. Fujin laughed in the background, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with closed eyes, "Ah, I guess I came here while you were First Years. Sorry about that..."

Y/N glanced over to Fujin. As Uraraka deactivated her quirk and landed on the ground, Fujin jumped off the bed and stood in front of them. He was shorter, just by a little bit. He hums, "Come to think of it, you guys aren't that different from your older versions."

"Hm? How so?" Y/N asked, hand on her hip.

"Uncle Deku and Uncle Tenya are still your best friends, right? And Eijiro and Bakugou?" Fujin questioned, seeing the girls nod in return, "And you still float when you get embarrassed. And you still calm her down with the same exact words."

Y/N smiles, slipping her hand into Uraraka's, "It sounds like a pretty cool future for us."

↣ ashido mina:

"Y/N! Let's go grab some crapes!" Mina called, wrapping her arm around Y/N's and pulling her along.

Y/N chuckles, walking with her, "Okay, okay, let me just grab my bag."

The whole group was out for some fun, seeing as their exams were done and needed time off. Right now, everyone was getting lunch. Kirishima and Bakugou were getting some food at the spicy meat part of the cafeteria. Sero, Kaminari and Jirou were getting some rice and yakitori, and Mina had dragged Y/N to get something sweet.

Mina pulled out her wallet as Jirou warned them not to get too much before they all went shopping. Y/N picked out the right amount of money as Mina mumbled out which flavour she wanted.

After a few minutes, they got what they wanted and began to make their way back to their seats. Only for someone to run into Mina by accident.

"Hey!" Mina gasped, bumped into Y/N and covering her dessert so it wouldn't fall, "Who was that?"

Y/N placed her hands on Mina's shoulders to steady her as she glanced at the girl who was rubbing her head. "Uh, hello?" She hummed, pulling Mina towards hers, "Y'know, it's polite to say 'sorry' after you bump into someone."

The young girl couldn't be anything more than 9-years-old, wiping her eyes and looking around frantically. Her beautifully flowing black hair swayed in the air before she gazed up at Y/N and Mina, who were staring at her curiously. "Mama!" She called, suddenly all cheery and happy as she clutches onto Mina's leg. "I found you, Mama!"

"W—Wait, me?" Mina huffed, holding onto Y/N's arm tightly.

"Yes, you!" The little girl giggled, dancing around the both of them, "I saw you and Mummy walking to the crape store and I want to get one too!"

Y/N blinked at the girl, kneeling down as Mina held onto the back of her shirt carefully. "Uh... Here, if you want some crapes, you can have some of mine...?" She offered, not really sure how to react.

As the little girl giggles and nodded her head, Y/N handed her the crape she bought. Then, she leaned into Mina. "You don't recognise her at all?" Y/N asked quietly, holding onto her hand tightly.

When Mina shook her head, Y/N sighed. They couldn't just leave the girl here. That'd be insane!

"Hey, listen." Y/N said, placing a hand on top of the kid's head, "Do you have a picture of your parents? Maybe we can help find them."

The girl finished the food in her mouth before handing Y/N the crape back. "Wait, wait! Look, Mummy, it's you and Mama!" She claimed, taking the necklace from around her neck and holding it up to them. She undid the locket attached and presented the photo inside.

There, a picture of Y/N, Mina and this young girl had laid. The two students looked older in this photo, sitting down with the girl sitting on Y/N's lap. They were all smiling widely as their photo was being taken. This looked like it was taken ten years into the future.

"That's us!" Mina gasped, shaking Y/N's shoulder frantically. Y/N blinked before seeing how much the girl looked at them with adoration.

"You're our kid." Y/N huffed out, running a hand up her arm, "You must've gotten my grandfather's quirk. What's your name?"

"Yui!" She replied, now holding onto Y/N's jacket tightly.

"Well, Yui." Y/N said, already tugging her back to the group she had come to the mall with, "Would you like to meet everyone else? I'm sure they'll love you."

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