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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

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Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.�� Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

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chapter four: loose ends

of love & lemons | k.bakugo | m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! angst, more talking about feelings, fem and male receiving oral, making out, alcohol consumption

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: 6.7k

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: ahhhhhh omg i love the last scene of this fic so much, i hope you enjoy it too!!

Overthinking has always come easy, but this is just ridiculous.

Thoughts plague you as you wander with the rest of the group through the forest path towards the beach. Chatter flows effortlessly, yet your mind ticks.

Why had Shouto acted like that with you? Did he overhear you in the dorm with the rest of the girls? Did he not like seeing you in your swimsuit? Did Bakugo say something to him? Either way, there was no reason for him to be acting like that towards you.

Your lonely upbringing led to you making friends with most people you came across, but your even matchup with Shouto all those years ago had you gravitating towards each other from the get-go. Your easy, fiery personality melted his cold, icy heart and it wasn’t long before you were study buddies, training partners.

You graduated high school together, entered university together. It wasn’t only huge milestones like those that you shared and bonded through, but simple things like going to movies with friends, bar-hopping; hell, you even organized a surprise birthday party for him at the beginning of year and invited everyone he’d formed friendships with over the years.

Including Momo, which you were kinda (very) bitter about at the time.

A shiver runs over your skin and you wrap your arms around yourself, glancing over at a very animated Denki as he explains the importance of nu-metal to Shouto.

Shouto with his two-toned hair and heterochromic eyes, with his fire and his ice, with his inability to read the room and lack of tact. You’d opened up to him about being an only child and having parents that worked away constantly, and he told you about his mum, why he hated his dad so much. Even so, he’d had his dad design you a suit that could withstand the even hottest flames, despite the fact that he never went out of his way to talk to him.

You were best friends.

It’s not his fault that you were – until yesterday— in love (was it love, really?) with him, and he didn’t feel the same. Not his fault that you felt you needed to distance yourself from him. What was his fault was the accusation that the guy you’d fallen for wasn’t genuine.

And he hadn’t even said anything about it to your face.

Why didn’t he say anything to you?

What you feel for Bakugo isn’t the same as what you felt for Shouto. For him, there was longing; there were schoolgirl fantasies of picket fences and weddings and two spoons for one dessert. Of a family with two kids and a dog and a cheesy adult life together. With Bakugo, it’s different. You want to touch him, hold him, feel him. You’ve fallen for his eyes, the dangerous way he looks at you, and his hands, how they feel on you, the size of yours in his; the way he speaks to you, calms you, treats you like you’re more than a crush. It’s now and it’s real, and you’re exploring it together.

You hold your cold fingers against your burning cheeks as you scan the group for him.

He’s looking at you from where he’s walking, a little bit ahead of you, and you speed up to catch him.

“You okay?” He mumbles, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his boardshorts. You resist the urge to drape yourself against him, the naked skin of his back and chest, swells and dips of his muscled arms. You hum a yes, but your eyes are on the ground. “Right, seems like you’re fucking swell.” His sarcasm is comforting, you knock him with your hip.

“Thinking about you.” Your words leave your lips in a sigh, and he arches a brow at you. It wasn’t a lie, not really. “You’re nice to me.” You smile, holding your forearms behind your back.

“Yeah?” He’s intrigued by your admission, probably more confused than anything. “Why are you thinking about that right now?”

“I told the girls I liked you, and they were confused. Apparently, you’re mean.” You shrug.

“Huh.” He raises his eyebrows, doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t ask why. He’s oddly calm.

“You don’t care that I told them?” You frown.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say anything.” You grumble childishly, he chuckles.

“What the hell do you want me to say?” He asks softly, drapes an arm over your shoulders, pulls you against him.

You’re sure you stop breathing. You look up at him, but he’s looking ahead— or pointedly avoiding your gaze, you’re not sure. It’s strange how natural it feels, and you smile despite yourself, pull your bottom lip between your teeth and take a breath in through your nose.

The air is cool, but you’re warm, heart beating sporadically in your chest as you walk through the woods, tucked under Bakugo’s arm. It’s peaceful, calm—

“Oi,” Eijiro calls, jogging up to fall into step next to you. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell your best friend that you’ve got a girlfriend.” He complains with a whiny sigh. “Unmanly, Kastuki.”

“Want me to tell you when I take a fucking dump too, dumbass?” Bakugo growls, pulls you closer. “It’s none of your fucking business.” He reiterates.

“I’m your best friend.” He complains, sets his eyes on you. They trail down your neck to your chest where your jacket is unzipped “I like your swimsuit.” He winks, and you flinch as Bakugo holds up a palm, sends off an explosion in his direction.

“Bakugo!” You scold, hide against his chest to shield your eyes.

But Eijiro’s ready for it, used to it, it seems. He simply dodges, flashes you a knowing smile. “Be gentle with him, he’s sensitive.” He winks, again.

“Fuck off, fuckface!” Bakugo yells, and with a laugh, Eijiro jogs back to Kaminari and the group of teens watching the interaction. Kyoka flashes you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes with a grin.

After a few moments, you look up at him. “You didn’t correct him when he called me your girlfriend.”

“You already said you’d be mine.” He shrugs. “If you don’t wanna put a damn label on it, we don’t have to.” His red eyes are looking down at you, ready for a response.

“No, I…” You make it out of the trees and onto the sand, see Aizawa in the distance with a huge bonfire ready to light. Bakugo stops walking, holds you close as your classmates walk past, shouts profanities at anyone who stares too long.

Shouto doesn’t look as he passes.

Your stomach knots up, and you snake an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pull yourself closer to him. He’s warm, and it’s comforting, solid and stable.

The sun is setting oranges and pinks and purples and blues in the sky, reflecting like molasses against the serene waves of the water. Higher in the sky, the moon’s already out, stars twinkling as twilight threatens to take over the sunset.

You don’t want to move, just want to stay under his arm, looking at the sky forever.

“D’ya wanna be my girlfriend?” He asks quietly, and when you look at him, he’s blushing, watching the sun set in the distance. You watch him for a minute, revel in the serenity of the moment; then you stretch up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“If it means you’re gonna be defending my honour, then yes.” You grin. His eyes flash down to your body, the curves of your torso, your bikini top. He bites his lip.

“Among other things.” He says lowly, voice husky as his free hand comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb drawing along your collarbone, nudging the jacket from your shoulder. “Your swimsuit,” His eyes are watching his fingers trace the orange piping of one of the triangles.

You shiver, and you’re sure nipple beads under his touch; your whole face heats up. “H-happy coincidence.” You whisper, the same twisty, fluttering feeling in your stomach returning.

He hums, lips descend to your neck. “Happy indeed.”

“Oi!” Eijiro yells from a distance. “We’re waiting!”

Bakugo huffs a sigh, kisses your neck gently. “To be continued.” He mumbles, nuzzling your ear with his nose, sending another shiver up your spine. He zips up your jacket—all the way to the top—zipper tickling your chin.

“Okay.” You laugh, step away from him and drag your hand down his arm, linking your fingers. A shy smile grows on your face as you lead him over to the group, Aizawa is staring at the pair of you with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s this? A couple? In my camp? I give you all far too much freedom.” He grumbles, and Bakugo squeezes your hand. Kyoka pokes you in the arm, waggles her eyebrows when you look at her. “We’ve been cut short.” He says, sighing. “We’re heading back tomorrow because of reasons out of my control, so I’ve put on a party for you.”

“A party?” Deku gasps, chatter ensues.

“But!” Aizawa calls over the noise. “I have a speech that you have to listen to before I go.” His eyes briefly shift to you and Bakugo, then to some of the other students. “I understand that youth is… exciting.”

“Sensei, please.” Kaminari groans. “Not the birds and the bees.”

He ignores him. “You’re making friends, dating, being young.” He takes a pause, for the drama, probably. “But for you, life after university doesn’t entail boring office jobs or climbing the corporate ladder, does it?” You glance around, everyone looks as confused as you. “You will be heroes. I know about your job offers. Four of you have offers overseas, the rest of you have at least one offer here.”

You see where this is going. The cool wind on the beach picks up, and you pull your hand from Bakugo’s grip to fold your arms.

“You’re bound to get even more offers come graduation.” He continues, takes a deep breath. “It’s going to be exciting and new, and although the bonds you create here will be lasting, they’ll be… interrupted.” He rubs his face, tucks some hair behind his ear. “What I’m trying to drive home is this: don’t let the bonds you have affect your journey. Don’t take an offer with a lesser company because your best friend is close by, or your girlfriend doesn’t want you to leave the country.”

You feel that last one like a slap in the face.

Suddenly the vague tidbit of gossip about Bakugo heading to the U.S after graduation is in the forefront of your brain.

There’s a heavy silence, and your stomach is in your throat. You want to look up at Bakugo, gauge his reaction, but you’re frozen.

“Well, just something to think about, I guess.” His tone lightens, and he picks up some bags. “I got takeout. Cooler is full of drinks, but please—for my sanity—don’t drink too much; All Might’s the one who put the deposit down on the cabin and it wasn’t cheap.” He hands a bag to you, one to Kyoka, two to Iida, and trudges off.

There’s a stunned silence, until Bakugo takes the bag from you, opens it and digs some containers out.

“I’m gonna have this one,” he says, holds it out for you to take. “What do you want?” Kaminari and Eijiro flank Kyoka for food and there’s chatter where Iida’s trying to fairly assign containers.

“Uh, the same?” Your voice is small, and he sends you a pointed glare. You cave, tell him your favourite take out dish, and he fishes it out, hands the bag to Deku.

“Come with me.” He grabs your hand, drags you towards the water’s edge. He sits, and you follow suit.

“Look, if you—”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, pokes you in the forehead. “I like you, you like me. Don’t fucking listen to him.”

“But—”

“If you don’t wanna do this, we won’t.” He frowns, rests a wrist on a propped-up knee.

“I do!” You argue, pout. He grins, leans over and kisses your lips.

“Then we’re doin’ it.” He takes his container from your hand, replaces it with yours.

You glance down at the food, his hands. “You forgot utensils.” He realises it as you say it, frowns over at you, embarrassed, then bounds up, heads back to the group. You follow him with the food, a little anxious at your classmate’s reactions to the PDA, but mostly everyone is busy, itching to eat something.

Shouto is crouching by the unlit bonfire, left pointer finger pointed at the base as if he wants to light it. He feels your eyes, turns, and you give him a small grin and a wave. He sends you a tight smile and turns away.

“Here,” Bakugo hands you a pair of chopsticks, follows your line of sight.

“He hates me.” You sigh, glance up at him. “Not that you care.”

“I care. I just don’t want the fucker getting between us.” He sends Shouto’s back a glare of his own, and nods towards Deku and Kaminari, who are sitting on a log with Kirishima and Sero; Kyoka’s on a towel in front of them. “Wanna sit with your friends?”

“They’re your friends, too.” You roll your eyes, lead the way over to them.

“Eh, I put up with Eiji for reasons unknown.” He shrugs, but you gasp at the nickname.

“Eiji?”

“Shut up.” He glares, but you just laugh, fall down onto Kyoka’s towel next to her.

“Hey.” You chirp, conversation stops. You get the feeling that if Bakugo wasn’t sitting down on the log next to Kaminari, that you’d be met with a thousand questions.

“Hey?” Kyoka scoffs, eyeing you with a raised brow.

“Yeah, can’t come over here holding hands and expect us not to ask questions.” Eijiro gets up, slides between Kaminari and Bakugo, nudges Bakugo, almost knocks him off the log.

“Fuckin’ shitty—” He grumbles, but you cut him off.

“Ask away.” You shrug, opening your takeaway box and hiding a smile behind it. They jump on you.

“How?” Kirishima.

“Why?” Sero.

“When?” Deku.

“What exactly is it about this guy that you like?” Kirishima asks again, and you feel all eyes on you. All questions directed at you.

“Ah, well,” you did offer for them to ask you. Bakugo’s eating, but you can tell he’s just as interested in your answers as everyone else. “Look at him.” You shrug.

There’s a burst of laughter and Denki and Sero are complaining.

“You can’t do that! You can’t just fall back on looks! He’s looked like that for years.” Denki complains, annoyed.

“Yeah, we wanna know what he did to finally bag you.” Sero grins, and Bakugo bristles.

Finally?

The boys on the log all see your confusion, and they glance at Bakugo, who is busying himself with his food.

“You didn’t tell her?” Eijiro asks, but Bakugo says nothing, shoves a lump of chicken into his mouth and looks out at the water.

“Tell me what?” You’re suspicious now, but it doesn’t outweigh your hunger. You hoe down another mouthful of food.

“He’s liked you since high school, that’s what.” The red head laughs. But it can’t be right, because the whole reason this thing with him started was because—

“I told you I didn’t like her like that.” He says, reading your thoughts as he waves his chopsticks in your direction. “Your imagination is fuckin’ wild.”

Eijiro ignores the interaction between the two of you. “Yeah, remember in our final year’s sport’s festival when you turned into a human torch and your clothes—” Disintegrated.

“Okay, okay, yeah, I don’t want to remember that.” You laugh, whole body heating up in embarrassment.

“You’re making me sound like a fucking pervert, it wasn’t because she was naked that I fucking—you know what? I don’t need—” Bakugo’s getting flustered, and you’re enjoying every second. “Just fucking drop it, or I’ll kill you.”

“Technically, Cementoss cubed her in before anyone could see anything anyway.” Kyoka adds, thumbing in your direction. “But you’re telling me that you knew, and you didn’t tell me?” She glares at Denki then, who jumps in shock at her accusation.

“He said he’d kill me!” He defends dramatically.

Your attention creeps back to your boyfriend—you’ll need to get used to calling him that—and you watch him as he eats, looks out to the ocean, steals a glance at you. You grin at him, and he blushes, rolls his eyes.

The rest of the class find their way to the adjoining logs, towels are laid down for the students that were too slow, as everyone sits down to enjoy the food. When the food’s gone—Iida, Izuku and Bakugo eat thirds—Denki rushes back to the house with Kyoka to get her hero boots—for music, of course—and chatter ensues.

Mostly about you and Bakugo.

Go figure.

“Come for a walk.” Bakugo holds his hand out for you to take, and you grab it. Then you’re slipping off your sandals and walking along the edge of the water, bathed by the last light of the barely there sun.

You chuckle, he glances down at you, brow arched in a silent ‘what?’. “You really like me.” You laugh, poking him in the stomach. “How embarrassing!”

“Wow.” He rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Really mature.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask, watching as the water runs up to cover your feet, sand tickling the tops of them.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.” He grumbles, looks up at the stars.

“Katsuki,” You smile, testing his name on your lips as you turn to him, cover your joined hands with your free one. “Kiss me.” You demand gently, propping up on your tippy toes, and licking your lips.

He doesn’t reply, just covers your mouth with his, presses a hand to the back of your neck. You drop his hands and run your fingers through his hair, hum against his lips as his other hand dips under your jacket and runs up your back.

With a surprising push, you tumble the both of you down onto the sand, laughing. You’re straddling him, running your hands down his torso, lips on his throat as he reaches for the lip of your zipper, runs it all the way down until your jacket’s open.

He breathes your name and you stop, push back to meet his eyes. “I, uh,” he starts, staring up at you; he pushes some hair from your face and runs his thumb along your wet bottom lip. “I’m not just… second best, right?” He says it so softly, you’re not sure it’d even come out of his mouth.

“No.” You frown. What? “No way.” You’re torn between being sad for him—it’d take a lot for him to ask—and being offended that he felt you’re ingenuine.

“Fuck, it’s just,” he breathes, drags his hand down his face. “I’m not used to this, and I’ve wanted you for a really fucking long time, so…”

“It’s okay,” You mumble, lean down to kiss his forehead. “I’m here.” His nose. “Touch me.” His lips. You look into his eyes for a brief moment, then his kissing you hungrily, hands in your hair, leaving you breathless.

“Okay you two, that’s enough!” Mina yells. You take your lips from Bakugo’s neck and sit up, send her a glare that she probably can’t see. The sun’s completely gone now, moon high up in the sky surrounded by the kind of stars you can only see out by the countryside. It’s nothing like being in the deep smog of the city.

Bakugo gropes your butt over your swimmers. “I’m not done.” He grumbles lowly. You laugh down at him, pinch one of his pretty pink nipples. “Oi—”

“Come on!” She yells, closer. “Geez, I can’t believe I’ve gotta find out about you two from Denki. Denki! I thought we were friends.” She rants, closer. You hop off of Bakugo, dust the sand from your knees and calves.

“I’m sorry, it’s kind of a sudden thing—”

“Why the fuck are you screaming at us to come back?” Bakugo snaps, turning his back to Mina, adjusting his… oh. You laugh and link arms with her, hold your hand out for him to take when he’s ready—which he does. It’s nice to hold his hand. Good to just be touching him.

“We’re about to light the bonfire, and y’know, who better to do it?” Mina sighs, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“Uh, Shouto?” You snort.

“Don’t know where he is. He took off with Momo and they’re not on the beach; Tsu said not to bother with looking for them.” She shrugs as the three of you trudge up the beach, through the soft, dry sand.

“Couldn’t have pretended you couldn’t see us, though? Fucking figures.” Bakugo mumbles, and you squeeze his hand, send him a smile over your shoulder.

“Shut up, stop being such an asshole.” Mina grumbles. A few of your friends cheer upon your arrival.

“Fire time!” Denki announces, bouncing up from the log he was perched by Kyoka on. “Okay, Fire Princess, light us up!” He does a jiggy dance, points dramatically at the fire. Mina jogs over to sit next to Toru, and Bakugo rests his chin on your shoulder.

“C’mon, Fire Princess, we’ve got things to do.” He whispers in your ear.

“Are you ‘things’?” You laugh, raise an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. You laugh and shake him off, move closer to the huge mound of logs and sticks and kindling, crouch at the base. Generally, you’d use your hands to shoot the fire, but you’d been training on something you called ‘dragon technique’ lately, and—if it didn’t get out of control—it’d look really fucking sick.

You pick a spot right at the centre of the base, between the logs and sticks, and—like blowing out a candle—you purse your lips and blow, the flames hitting their target with ease. Your friends cheer, and you shoot a look back at Bakugo as you tuck some hair behind your ear.

Like any normal fire without petrol, it takes a while to grow in size, but it doesn’t matter. Bakugo lays his towel out and you drape yourself between his legs, both of you watching the fire grow —and Ochako and Mina dancing in front of it—as Kyoka plays some pop/rock song that she’s been ‘totally obsessed with lately’ from her boots.

“Here!” Kirishima grins, throws you both a drink. You sit up to catch yours, the other one whooshes past your head and into Bakugo’s hand.

It’s beer.

“I don’t know if you drinking is the best idea.” Bakugo says lowly in your ear, reaching over to pluck it out of your hands. “Remember last time?”

“Last time?” Eijiro butts in, looking at you quizzically.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, boring story.” You laugh, toss a look over your shoulder at Bakugo, who’s drinking your beer, Adam’s apple bobbing.

You glance around and find Momo sitting with Mineta and Tokoyami, beers in their hands, no Shouto in sight, which is strange until,

“Can I have a word?” You look up and see Shouto, standing over you and Bakugo. God, he’s so fucking quiet, like a ninja. You feel Bakugo tense behind you, so you pinch his thigh.

“Yeah, of course.” You smile, moving to get up. Before you’re at full height, Bakugo grabs your jacket, pulls you down by the collar to plant a kiss on your lips.

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the pleading look in his eyes; it shoots into your heart like an arrow.

“Be right back.” You smile, trying to reassure him, then you ruffle his hair and follow after Shouto, who must have walked off the moment Bakugo kissed you.

It’s quiet, besides the music thumping in the background. Serene.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, looking up at the moon. You follow his line of sight, take in the glowing orb, shadowy craters scattering its surface. When you don’t say anything, he elaborates. “I didn’t think of your feelings, or Momo’s. I can…” He takes a breath, huffs a sigh. “I can tell you like him, and he can’t keep his hands off of you, so—”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you’re making it weird.” You laugh, the weight of the past few days falling off of your shoulders. It's embarrassing how a few simple words could completely diffuse the situation.

“Bakugo seems to really like you, but if he ever hurts you, I’ll kill him.” He says seriously, stopping in his tracks, looking down at you.

“I think I’ll be okay, Shouto.” You smile. You hold out your arms for a hug, but when he steps closer, there’s a loud whistle.

You both look to see Bakugo watching, arms crossed over his chest. “TWO FUCKING FEET APART!” He yells, Kirishima chuckles into a fist next to him.

Shouto retracts his step, shakes his head with a smile. “As long as you don’t hate me.” He rests a hand on top of your head, smiles and takes it off.

“I don’t think I could, to be honest.” You beam up at him. And it’s the truth, he’d always hold a special place in your heart: the first love, the best friend. “C’mon, you need to go thank your girlfriend for making you a better person.” You nod towards the group, see Bakugo sit back on the towel in the distance.

“True, true.” He runs a hand through his hair, turns and begins walking you back to the group. “So, you’ll keep training with me?” He asks, almost a mumble.

“I… I hadn’t thought about stopping that, Shouto.” You say, brows furrowed. You usually spend holidays with the Todoroki’s, with your parents generally gone during them. Gone almost always.

Last year, you even spent Christmas with them.

Endeavour even called you the morning of your birthday.

“Good. Endeavour would be… disappointed.” He says slowly, flicking his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head.

You snort. “You mean, I wouldn’t be the buffer?” Endeavour treats you well to impress his youngest son; you know this, he knows this, his siblings know this. You elbow him. “I’m not stupid, Shouto.”

“Sorry.” He chuckles nervously, mildly ashamed. “I mean… thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Okay.” He smiles as you walk back up to Bakugo and Kirishima. “Have a good night.” He calls, gives you one last smile, then scans the group for Momo, heads to her.

The sand crushes beneath your feet, gets between your toes. “Hey,” you call with a smile. Bakugo downs the rest of his beer and smashes the can, tosses it beside another one—also reduced to a misshapen tin ball. “Whoa, slow down, sexy; the night is still young.” You laugh, plant yourself in his lap.

“What, you’re not running off into the sunset with the man of your dreams?” He asks gruffly, signature scowl on his face.

You know he means Shouto, but you wrap your arms around Bakugo’s neck regardless. “No, I’m sitting on his lap while he makes listless accusations.”

“Ooh, big words.” His eyebrows disappear into his hairline, hands grab at your naked thighs.

“Big words for a big girl.” You grin back proudly, leaning up to press your lips to his. “Your girl, Mr I-Need-Constant-Validation.” Your hands sprawl over his chest, feeling the hard muscle, as his face flushes pink and he pouts.

“That’s not true.” He scoffs. You laugh and kiss him again, and Kirishima clears his throat. You pull away, embarrassed, and look over to him.

“Just want you to know that I’m still here.” He chuckles bashfully, flashing his razor-sharp teeth at you in a grin.

“Sorry—”

“Maybe you should leave then, idiot.” Bakugo snaps at him, eyes still on you.

“Mean.” You pout. “He’s your bestie.”

“I don’t see yours hovering around.” He says against your lips.

“I’m still here.” He groans, and you kiss again. “Alright, consider me gone.” He shakes his head with a slight laugh, springs up from his spot on the sand, mutters something as he walks away.

Bakugo actually laughs, and it’s so smooth and reassuring that you lean in for another kiss, drape yourself all over him. “I think… we need to ditch this party.” He whispers.

You agree, but deep down you know bonding with the group is important, especially now with graduation looming overhead. “The party just started! And Aizawa got us beer.”

“And vodka.” Kyoka announces her arrival, Bakugo groans. “Hey to you too, asshat.” She smiles, joins you on the towel, hands you a can.

“Thanks.” You smile.

Bakugo lifts you from his lap, places you easily next to Kyoka. “I’ll go get my own drink.” He says, sends your friend a glare, and trudges off.

“I know Denki’s an idiot, but that guy? Hard work.” She laughs, takes a sip. “Probably cranky because he’s up past his bedtime.”

You laugh, watch him as he approaches Momo and Shouto. “Ah, he puts up a front. Once you get past his hard exterior, he’s a softie.” You smile, turning back to her. She snorts. “He is!”

“Oh god, you really like him. Like, a lot.” She accuses, whacking your shoulder.

Yeah. Yeah, you do. It’s kinda scary, and Aizawa’s words ring back through your mind.

“Do you and Denki know what you’re doing after UA?” You ask, changing the subject, curious about what they’d discussed. As a couple.

“Hm? Ah, every time I bring it up, he gets upset.” She sighs, shakes her head.

“Really?” You take your first sip of the vodka, cringe at the sweetness as it hits your tongue.

“Mm.” She nods, lays down and rests her head on your lap. “We had another argument about it when we went back to camp to get my boots.” You smile sympathetically down at her, dust her bangs from her forehead with your fingers. “I actually have a lot of offers, mostly spy work, but still. He… he’s upset about it. Doesn’t want me to go too far.”

“That’s sweet, isn’t it? You sound annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.” She frowns, tries to drink from her can laying down, but it dribbles from the side of her mouth, down your thigh, and you squeak, jolt at the cold.

“Shit!” You yelp, and she chokes on her drink as she laughs, and more splutters over your lap and your jacket as she struggles to sit up. “Kyoka!”

“I’m sorry!” She laughs, wipes tears from her eyes and vodka from her mouth.

“Get up, we’re going in the water.” You say, standing up, wiping at the rivulets running down your legs.

“Oh, no I’m not. It’s cold as fuck.” She frowns, swats your hands away as you try to grab her.

“Yes, you are! Come on, we’re at a beach!” You argue, stand to unzip your jacket, shrug it from your shoulders and let it fall to the towel. “Get up, Kyoka.” You’re pleading, now, hell-bent on getting in the water.

A low whistle travels through the air, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. You look around and see Mineta sitting on a towel not too far away, staring at you. He winks at you, and you bristle, your eye twitches in annoyance. But before you can chew him out, the menacing presence of your new boyfriend fills the air, and his hands are splaying over your stomach, his red eyes glaring at your pervy classmate.

“You like your eyes in their sockets, asshat?” He asks, just loud enough for Mineta to hear. He pales, swallows, and nods. “Then keep them off my girlfriend.”

It’s in that moment that you decide Bakugo’s scarier when he doesn’t swear. Its menacing, bone-chilling.

He reaches down for your jacket, kisses your lips on his way back up to standing. “Let’s get outta here.”

“But—”

“Gotta clean you up, don’t we?” He asks huskily, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes your heart stammer, sends your brain into overdrive.

“Y-yeah, we do.”

“Okay, goodbye, have fun getting freaky.” Kyoka says quickly, and you poke your tongue at her, before you’re walking away under his arm, heading towards the forest.

“Hot spring?” You ask, glancing up at him.

“If we make it there.” He grins.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You narrow your eyes playfully, and he shrugs innocently as he takes you away from the forest path. “Bakugo,” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“Just here, against this tree.” He grunts, swinging you around until you’re—laughing— backed up against the trunk of a thick redwood.

“What’s that even mean—” you ask, but he drops to his knees in front of you, and your whole body goes hot. The moon shines brightly through the canopy of the trees, bathing Bakugo in a kind of angelic glow, so incredibly unlike him. How ironic. He licks his lips as his hands reach for the backs of your knees, edges his mouth closer to your sticky thighs. “N—Baku—”

“Shh,” he coos softly, dark eyes staring up at you as you dig your fingers into the bark of the tree, suck your bottom lip between your teeth. His lips ghost over one of your knees and he trails slow—painfully slow—wet kisses up your thigh, licking over the sticky residue left over from Kyoka’s drink.

You manage to keep it relatively together, until a hand goes to your hip, and he licks up so close to the apex of your thighs that you moan, and he growls, hands gripping you tighter.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, voice rough and gravelly as he looks up at you, nose running up your clothed slit.

“Bakugo!” You jolt, but he doesn’t stop, replaces his nose with his lips, tongue. He pulls your hips closer to his face, tongue running along the nylon, drenching it, making it stick to your lips. Then a hand is gone from your hip, and your swimmers are pulled to the side, and his lips kiss your pussy, tongue licks a stripe up your folds, and your fingernails are digging into his scalp as your head thunks against the tree, eyes screwed shut because, “Fuck,” you breathe, gasping.

You can hear him growl, feel the vibration against your clit as he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks.

You barely muffle your cry, as pleasure runs hot through your bones and you go spineless, collapsing into his arms. He doesn’t give you much time to recover, kissing you hard, slippery tongue between your teeth coaxing more moans from you, revving you back up again.

His fingers rub you gently between your thighs, toying with the wetness. “I think we made a bigger mess.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You groan, embarrassed, and he licks his lips before capturing yours again in another hungry kiss. You’re pulled onto his lap, straddling him, and rubs you more surely, teases you with a finger. “Do it,” you urge him, breathless yet again, and he wastes no time

“So wet, baby.” He moans, jerking his hips up with his finger’s thrusts, kissing your cheek, then your neck. Your head falls back, the now familiar pleasure building as he adds another finger.

“Let me… I’ll do you, too.” You breathe heavily, grabbing at the strings of his board shorts, ripping the Velcro open.

When you finally have him in your hands, he groans against your mouth, and you pull away from him to spit on your hand, before giving him a few wet pumps and kissing him again.

“You…” you breathe, and he looks at you, slows his fingers. “Do you want to pu—”

“No,” he chuckles, uses his free hand to push the hair from your face. “Not here.”

“Are you sure, because I—” he kisses you quiet, pushes a third finger into you, and your head falls to his shoulder, whole body on edge again. “Ahh, f—feels good, Katsuki.” You breathe, and he bucks up into your hand, reminding you to do him, too.

“Say it again.” He growls, licks a stripe up your neck, nips at your ear. “My name,” he breathes.

You moan, his fingers hitting that spot again, and again, and again—“Katsu—” and you’re coming again, back arching, whole body going tight, stars spinning behind your eyes as his face nuzzles your chest.

He pulls himself out of your hand, ready to finish himself off, but you’re hungry for him already, pushing him back, taking him between your lips for the second time that day.

He’s groaning—a salty, musky mess—and it makes your head spin, gives you a power you never even dreamed you’d have. You look up at him through your lashes, see his dark eyes drinking you in. He reaches down and pulls your bikini up—breasts springing free—and gropes at your tits, closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the grass in bliss.

You grip a thigh, hold him down with a splayed hand over his chiselled abs, and take him deep once, twice, three times, before coming up for air, eyes watering. He grunts, pushes back up into you, and you do it again. His hands are in your hair, holding you down as he calls your name, and he cums hot and heavy down your throat, cock pulsating between your lips.

You swallow all of him.

“Ah, s-sorry,” he breathes heavily, sitting up to check on you, pushing your hair from your face, and holding you like you’re made of glass.

“Mmm… Hold me,” you smile blissfully, fall against his chest as he chuckles, kisses your hair. “This’d be better in a bed. We could just… fall asleep.” He hums in response, traces patterns on your back, tickling the skin.

“Do you wanna go back to the party?”

“Won't that be… suspicious?” You smile up at him. He kisses you, holds your face with both of his hands, rubs his thumbs along your cheeks.

He’s stirring it back up within you, conditioning you to want him after every deep, sensual kiss. He pulls back, breathless.

“You think I give a fuck what those extras think?” He says, tone betraying the almost grin on his face. You roll our eyes, push away from him and stand up.

“Come on, then.” You whine, fix your bikini top, then the bottoms.

“Babe, you look so good; come back down here.” He bites his bottom lip, and it’s so sexy that your eyes go wide, face blazing as you take him in: half-naked, cock out, sweaty, flushed.

“If I come back down there to you, I’m making you fuck me, so let’s just go.” You cross your arms, pick up your jacket, and turn, heading towards the fire.

“Oi, I said come back here!” He calls, fixing himself up, and following. You break into a run, and you’re laughing as he chases you, dodging trees until you’re on the beach. He’s hot on your heels, so you drop your jacket, make a sprint for the water. “Come here!” He’s yelling, but you’re still laughing as you enter the freezing water, fall against a wave.

When you come back up, he grabs you, pulls you onto his lap and kisses you gently. His hair is wet, flat against his head, and he shakes it out, attempts to fluff it back up.

“Gotcha.” He grins, and you kiss him again, bathed by moonlight, your fingernails in his hair, his hands on your back.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #leese writes #ol&l fic

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plooto · 5 months

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Imagine being kyotani's gf but also oikawa's sister? omg I love

gods y’dont know how excited i am !!! ooooo

-> i feel like it would be so subtle to everyone that you’re dating

-> it would probably be kyo who opt for a quiet relationship .

you felt a tap on your uniform skirt . you turned your head to look up at your new boyfriend.

“ don’ be so nervous. if it makes you feel better we can keep quiet about it. ” he sees the gears turning in your head ,

“ i don’ wanna hear his bickering neither. ” finding a way to say it’s not him, but he does it for you , placing his arm on your head and waits until you smile to remove it.

-> you go on little picnic dates when touru and iwaizumi “hang out”

-> haijime definitely know you two are dating and forces your older brother to come to his house to tutor him on something from last year oikawa doesn’t notice.

“ yn, i’m going to iwai’s house fro tutoring again, don’t stay up too late okay? ” you nod, waving to iwaizumi as he gives you a knowing grin.

minutes later, when iwai has texted you that you can go now, you call kyo who is already on his way with his motorcycle.

“ yeah? okay i’m around the corner, i’ve got your helmet so just wear something warm okay? ”

-> kyo is definitely a ‘ bad influence ’.

-> sneaking out at odd hours of the night just to speed walk down the block to hop on his motorcycle.

“ kyo, you’re going to get me caught, touru wakes up in thirty minutess! ” he pats your thigh as your arms circle around his torso tighter,

“ relax baby doll, i’ll get you home on time. ”

-> and this is also how touru find out.

-> he woke up in the middle of the night with a crazy headache and went into your room to make you get him some medicine from downstairs when he doesn’t see you in your room.

-> touru reluctantly goes downstairs to get his ow medicine waiting for you to return, sitting in your bean bag in the corner of your room.

-> all he hears is a motorcycle - the same loud engine he has been hearing for weeks - and muffled voices.

-> he attempts to interrogate you but he wasn’t able to see the guy on the bike, and you weren’t peeping.

“ who was he hm? is he a gang member? a felon?! ” touru gasped, dramatic tears flowing at the thought of someone so bad corrupting his little sister.

“ touru you’re being dramatic. ” you say and whisk him off to bed, texting your boyfriend a quick message to tell him what happened.

-> it wasn’t until oikawa was graduating that you finally told him, showing up hand in hand with kyotani at his graduation.

“ yn- what- ” you laughed at his stuttering,

“ touru, i’d like you to meet my boyfriend. ” you grin, iwaizumi coming behind him to give him a nice smack to the head. kyotani gives your brother a cocky smirk, outstretching his hand,

“ nice to meet you. ”

#kyotani x y/n #kyotani fluff #hq kyoutani #kyotani kentaro #kyotani imagine #kyotani x reader #kyotani kentaro x you #hq kyotani #. character // kentarou kyoutani #rae thinks 🍓 // headcannons #rae’s requests 🫶

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mafiadad5 · 3 months

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Masterlist and rules

Hiii! I’m 18 and I write for nct🩷

18+ blog, I only write for nct but I do write for all units (except new team) feel free to request, but I may get to them a bit late 🎀. sometimes I feel uncomfortable about writing for certain members or topics… please understand and don’t be rude.

Please dont plagiarize my work, if you really need help literally dm me, but it’s not cool to steal😭… ©mafiadad5

Thank you so much and feel free to leave comments and my dms are open!

Mark

• Friends with benefits

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

you walk in on your roommate and long time friend doing something… a small argument about it turns into something else

Imagine

“I saw this tweet that was like mark would be the type to say dude romantically and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣😩!”

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Haechan

• Drunken thoughts

(Second person pov)

“You and your friend group decides to play a new and risky drinking game, but it only becomes risky for you and Haechan. “

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Renjun

• self control

(Second person pov)

your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

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Chenle

• Try, try not to think about us in that way.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach…

• part 2

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Jisung

• imagine

(Second person pov)

“Omg can you maybe do like visiting jisung in the practice room for a quickie while the others are out #dontgetcaught!!”

• part 2

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Jeno

Nothing yet :(

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Jaemin

• White tee

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

no summary, just read :)

• arguments

(Second person pov)

you and your bf got into an argument the night before, but you still have an attitude that he wants to knock out of you.

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Ten

• Can I be the one for you? (Part 1)

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

Your boss seems to have a problem with you, and loves to tease you and make you work harder than the rest, that’s when you both get invited on a business trip that could change everything, literally. Are you gonna go on this business trip with him or not?

• one more night with you (part 2)

(First person)

it’s been years since everyone has split up from high school, but a knock on the door graduation day changes everything.

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Hendery

Nothing yet :(

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Yang Yang

blame it on the high.

(Second person pov)

you finally give into your stoner roommates habit and decide to smoke with him, the high makes you different you…

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Xiaojun

Nothing yet :(

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Win win

Nothing yet :(

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Kun

Nothing yet :(

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Johnny

Nothing yet :(

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Taeil

Nothing yet :(

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Yuta

Nothing yet :(

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Taeyong

Imagine

“Omg imagine sucking off taeyong backstage right before a show 😭😫”

• Just for the night.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

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Jungwoo

Nothing yet :(

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Jaehyun

• Kalopsia

I went back to my college town, my dad worried about me and my safety makes sure to load me with a bodyguard to be safe, little do I know it turns into a whole web of secrets, lies, and history that shouldn’t have been dug up.

(First person pov)

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Doyoung

• Kalopsia

(First person pov)

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Nct dream ot7

• Imagine

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

“hii i don't know if you're accepting requests, but could you do nct dream reaction to you still being horny and wanting more rounds, even tho you just had sex and they're exhausted 🫠”

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Wayv ot6

Nothing yet :( (please request omg)

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Nct 127 ot9

Nothing yet :(

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grapejuicestyless · 11 months

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Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

College student reader

Faceclaim: Beabadoobee

Part 1:

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yourusername It’s me, hi. Im Harry Styles’ rumored girlfriend, it’s me.

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harrystyles you did not just quote anti-hero in these stressful times.

yourusername but I did…

yourbff I can’t believe it took them this long to catch on. Harrys got a big mouth.

harrystyles heyyyyyyyy

yourfriend dang, I bet @yourbff you wouldn’t get caught until after graduation.

yourbff pay up…

yourusername 🙄🙄🙄

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maildaily Harry Styles and his new beau caught walking around late last night after attending a Wet Leg concert. Who is she? Where did she come from? How long has he been seeing her?

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yourusername this is so dramatic.

yourbff THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING YOUVE DONE AND NOBODY KNOWS IT.

harryfan01 “New Beau” who cares? He’s a grown ass man, let him date and go on dates.

harryfan02 Wait did the girl comment under this post?

harryfan03 omg, wait yes. I think her username is @yourusername that’s the girl, she commented how dramatic the post was too. I think someone who knows her even called her funny for it

harryisking ew, liking content about yourself? That’s obsessive.

harryfan01 grow up.

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yourusername me to the thousands of people trying to follow me right now: please, no more photos. My boyfriend already takes too many of me! 😕❤️

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harrystyles you are such trouble!

yourusername you love me for it though!

harrystyles and I’ll cherish those photos forever ❤️

yourbff you were feeling silly! It’s okay!

yourfriend you may be getting death threats, but at least you’re graduating babes!

yourusername Ohhhh true!

harrystyles oh my goodness.

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harryscurls GUYS. Y/N ACCEPTED MY REQUEST TO FOLLOW HER. GUYS SHES ACTUALLY SO GORGEOUS. HER AND HER FRIENDS ARE SO FUNNY TOO.

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yourusername oh my gosh, I didn’t mean to do that! You’re so sweet tho 😕 ily pretty!

harryscurls ILY PRETTY LADY!

harryfan02 stop she’s so sweet.

harryscurls she also had many comment exchanges with Harry, but seeing as it was probably a mistake that I was accepted, I’m not going to post them because it would invade their obviously much wanted privacy!

harryfan04 she’s totally normal too! I heard shes graduating from college soon, which is so cool.

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harryisking So, turns out it’s really easy to get into someone’s instagram! I’ve posted all the comment sections from the past few months to my story for all the curious people! I’ve also posted a tutorial on how to get in 🤭

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harryfan01 wtf…

harryfan02 no, this feels wrong.

harrysflowers as much as I want to get in, I won’t unless she wants me to.

harryfan04 why do y’all have to be such freaks??

yourbff I’ve known y/n for almost all of my life. We met in middle school and since then we’ve shared everything with each other. Since she’s too scared to say it, I will. Y/n has her instagram set to private FOR. A. REASON. There is a reason why her and Harry have kept things on the down low and there’s so many reasons for them to be upset right now. Please, please stop trying to find her account and please be kind.

harrystyles preach.

harryfan04 🙏

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harrystyles I’m so sorry for you and your closest circle for getting caught in something we tried so hard to avoid. You’re such an angel to me, even with everything going on. You told me you were okay with everything, but I still want to say something. What’s private in my life, is private for a reason. Please respect that. Thanks to everyone who didn’t force themselves into y/n’s account. Thank you for TPWK.

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yourusername hi @harrystyles👋

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harrystyles hi 👋

harryfan03 SHE MADE HER ACCOUNT PUBLIC???

harrysflowers AWE HI PRETTY!

yourbff you’re so iconic for this one.

yourfriend I’m gonna miss our little chit chats in the comment sections.

yourusername who said I was done with em?

yourotherfriend I leave for one week and this happens?

harryfan02 ILY

harrystyles you’re so gorgeous.

yourusername ❤️

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AN: HI HI HI PLEASE GIVE ME MORE PEOPLE TO MAKE THESE LITTLE BLURBS WITH. IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS ALREADY!!! K LOVE YA BYE

#harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine

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Hey! Its my first time sending an ask hehe~ I just wanted to say that you’re such an amazing writer and your series are just sooooo good!!! 😍😍😍 I started getting into your account when I came across the smau for MRE and HHP and I gotta say, you got me hooked so bad onto Heethan that I end up loving all your Hee-leads so far! I’m so invested in HHP, SE7EN, DT and now TO! I’m honestly so excited to read a new chapter everytime you post hahaha! 🤭🤭

The main reason I wanted to send you this is cuz I’ve been having super stressful and bad days these past few days and its mainly cuz its my final year in college, final semester and final week actually 😅 and there’s just like sooo many final preparations needed to be done for my big final year project (having my big presentation today! soooo nervous) and its just been too much and too overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother anyone with my anxiousness so I’ve been keeping it all to myself and having slight panic attacks and just started having random breakdowns as I complete my assignments. Reading your series, whether its new chapters or just rereading older ones have given me comfort, like I really felt alone but its like Heethan, Heelel and the Heebros have become my comfort characters. It’s just been so overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother my family with it, I only have one other friend that I trust with my whole life but rarely see her, we’re all busy and I just felt like I’m falling behind in everything. Even though the Hee-leads might be like crazy obsessed with the reader, its like I really needed them in my life just to have someone to drop everything just to hold and comfort me anytime life becomes too much for me. I’m actually crying while writing this to you hahaha… it just feels like everyone around me is moving so fast and I’m stuck at the back picking myself up just because I feel so overwhelmed and anxious easily. Turning 20 this year is another thing that has me feeling afraid of adulthood, my mum is pressuring me into getting a job immediately once I graduate but I just feel like I’m not ready, or I’m just not ready to give up my teenage freedom and socialise professionally. Being such an introvert and shy and always thinking I’m just dumb and cant do work without help has been holding me back from wanting to grow and enjoy this new chapter in life.

So sorry for this long ass rant but i just really needed to let you know how much your stories, your Hee-leads have been keeping me going. Excited for the next chapters of your series! Hope you’re having a great day❣️

Omg so....I LOVE THIS.....this is so heartwarming and thank you for sharing it with me. Also, thank you for discovering my blog so you can write this to me, bc as you may have figured, receiving asks are just....its so nice. its a nice and wonderful surprise to hear from readers interesting in my work, wanting to know more about the characters and so forth. I am just beyond touched that heethan, heelel, and heebrows have made their way into your heart and to provide you comfort. in fact, reading your message had reminded me of a piece that i had started to draft (it was originally supposed to be a part of one of the HHP chapters but i never went through with it) but i still had it in my folders so after i finished reading your message, I decided to go back and actually finish it and format it specifically for you as y/n. I hope you like it. <3

Heeseung's Message.....

MDNI18+ content below the line.

Warnings: mentions of losing loved ones, fears and worries about the future, smut, car smut, unprotected smut, some....just some sadness....its a very heartwarming and touching piece.

"What's wrong baby?"

Noting how silent you were in the car, right after he picked you up, Heeseung rubbed your thigh, gently shifting your skirt upwards as he softly slid his hand up and down, enveloping you with warmth and comfort. "Something on your mind pretty baby?"

Placing your hand on his, you grabbed hold semi-tightly, keeping your gaze out at the window. You were hesitant at first, noting that Heeseung had a busy schedule of his own, was on his way of finishing his last year in college, aiding his professors, and of course, there was you....picking you up from classes, dropping you off every morning, taking you wherever you needed to go. You appreciated it but the man had completely devoted his time to everything else, you felt it selfish to bring any matters up to him....feeling that whatever time he did have left within the evening, he should at least have it for himself.

"It's nothing." You sighed out.

Glancing over to you, he furrowed his brows and quickly shifted the wheel, stirring the car over to a nearby parking lot on one of the campus buildings.

"What are you....?" raising up in your seat, you looked around before turning your gaze over to Heeseung, who steered the wheel with one hand and in a smooth motion, parked the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt, his gaze meets with yours before he reaches up and places his hand behind your head, softly grabbing onto your hair as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

"Whats wrong? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? I wanna know. Tell me, y/n."

His eyes were wide and his expression was fierce with rage, however, before he further ventured off into a spiraling path of unhinged presumptions, you reached up and latched your fingers onto his collar, placing a dainty kiss on his lips. "Its not that....I promise nothing like that happened."

Raising his brows and tilting his head, he releases the gentle grip he had on your hair, and replaced it with a soft, petting motion. "Then why are you being so quiet? You seem upset, what is it?"

Looking down at the console for just a second, you raise your sights once more to meet his and began talking.

".....Are you ever scared about the future, Heeseung?"

His face was taken slightly aback as he raised both brows and looked at you with an intent look.

"Is that what this is about? Are you feeling overwhelmed about moving?"

Shaking your head, you looked down once more as you shyly clarified. "Nooo.....its not just that....its more..."

"Like what baby?"

"Like....after the moving.....finishing college, being in an unfamiliar country, not knowing anybody, making new friends, meeting your family, being apart from mine, learning a new language, finding a job after college, and what if I have to do more college? Or ...." pausing, you caught yourself drifting in verbal thought.

"Or....?" He draws out as he bids you to finish your statement.

"Or........what if....what if something happens and we........you know.....what if we just...."

Squinting his eyes slightly, his expression looked a little irked as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. "That's never going to happen y/n. You know that."

"Yeah but....."

"But what?" Slightly annoyed, he closed his eyes for a second, tilted his chin down, and lifted his lids to expose a rather stern and rather angry look. Yet the moment he saw that your eyes began to glisten, shining like diamonds as the tears started to build up, you looked down once more, unable to look him square in the eye as you felt the first tear break free and drip down on the leather padding of the console.

Watching as you faintly sobbed, he nearly felt his heart break into two. He gasped out a faint breath as he reached over with his other hand and cupped your face, no longer expressing a look of annoyance.

"Hey......why? What's making you think that way? Am I not showing you enough love? You know whatever it is you want, all you have to do is tell me and I'll make it happen."

"Its not that i just........there's just some things we can't predict about the future Heeseung......what if some day......what if you stop loving me......or worse.....what if something happens and I no longer have you? What if....just.......you never know.....is it wrong for me to hope for the best, but expect the worse? Because...you know that life can be so unfair some times....and I....I....I'm scared because....I dont even know....what I'm scared of sometimes. I wake up every single morning not even knowing how to live life because there's so many things that I think about....so many things that are thrown at me all at once and I just.....I feel like sometimes......I might fail......I feel like sometimes.....I will let you down.......I feel like its not the world, its me.........its me that's broken, not you or anyone else."

You gasped out tears and soft cries as you spoke straight from the heart. For the first time, Heeseung had sincerely considered if going to Korea was the best option, at least just for a second before he reminded himself of the future that he had waiting for him.....a future that would allow him to continue to keep you....safe....and with him.

Shifting his sights around on the floor bed of the car, his thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping away the continuous flow of tears that were now coming down harder than before. Gulping down a hard swallow, he turns back to face you.

"Baby.........look at me....please look at me."

Looking up into his gaze, your eyes red, swollen, with eyelashes drenched and your face stained with wet trails of all your fears leaving their mark. With a soft smile, he calmly speaks.

"You're right.....that is tough. There's a lot that we can't control in the future....its precarious, and we're literally just pawns on the board of this silly game called life, where God and the universe are taking turns making each move. It can be cruel, unfair, and tormenting. Its something that we can either overcome with great strife and hard work."

"But what happens if we work so hard and it.....it just doesnt work out? What if everything just falls apart Heeseung?"

"We wont know unless it happens y/n......the thing about the future, as much as we want it here in the present, so we can see and view what it has in store for us, thats....just not the way it works. That's not the way we work....we're not designed to know those things. We didn't become strong because we cheated, we became strong and survived because we, as humans, learned....the hard way."

Looking into his eyes, your vision started to become blurry all over as the next set of tears built up. Smiling as he continued to wipe your tears away, he continues.

"Y/n....for thousands of years, people have fallen, lost, and suffered at the creativity of the universe. Yet we never gave up......people had an urge to survive. Which is why at times, even when the entire world was on fire, times where a soldier never comes home, a woman loses her child, or when a doctor just doesnt have a cure.....we keep moving....we get back up and learn how to walk again. I can't sit here and tell you that I know that everything is going to be great.....I dont know. But what I do know.....is this...."

Shifting his hands down to your waist, he lifts you with his core strength as his abdominal muscles flexed under his shirt. Bringing you over onto his lap, he sat you down in a princess style as he cradled you against his chest.

"No matter what happens....I'm going to be there. I'm going to be there and I'm going to help you, just like you're going to help me. I'll never let anything happen to you....and.....you never have to worry about me not loving you .....noooooooo pretty baby......that's never going to happen, not loving you would be the worst offense against Heaven and humanity. As far as if anything were to happen to me...."

The moment Heeseung touched on that part of the subject, you sobbed uncontrollably against his neck.

"Heeeeeey, come on now. Nothing's even happen, why are you acting like that's a for sure thing?" he chuckles out as he kisses your forehead. "Listen..." Taking your hand in his, he continues.

"I'm not going anywhere......I'm not. I know this because I know what is living for me......you. I will never abandon you. Even if something did happen, you know i'm always going to be with you. You know how?"

Shaking your head, he brushes your hair away from your face.

"Moments like this baby. Every time we talk, touch, feel each other, love, eat, sleep, kiss, and when I fuck your brains out...." gripping onto your waist tightly, he presses his forehead against your own once more. "All the things we do, they never leave. So.......if there is ever a time where I am not physically here......you're always going to remember how i feel..." gliding his hand from your waist, he reaches down and gently trails it upwards under your skirt, his fingers reaching into your panties.

"You're going to remember my touch..." kissing your neck, he latches his mouth onto your soft spot under your ear, and rings the tip of his tongue around in slow circular motions.

"You're going to remember my scent...." with his free hand, he reaches behind your head and gently pushes your face inward, causing your nose to become burrowed in his thatch of dark long, shaggy hair, inhaling the scent of his cool-mint cologne and his shampoo.

"You'll also remember what I taste like...." placing a soft peck on the spot he was sucking on, he tilts his head up slightly and brings your head down to kiss him.

"And best of all......pretty baby.......you're going to remember what it feels like when I fuck you......when I love you." Shifting your body to face forward, your back completely spooned by his chest and groin as you both remained seated in the drivers side, he spreads your legs open by pushing our inner thighs apart. You were so caught up with the sensual four play, you hadn't realized that he tore off your panties. Unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your breasts, he shifts you up as he levels his length to align with your slit, before proceeding to enter inside you. Feeling full of his flesh, you moaned out as the overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you........taking you away from the abysmal depths of your fears and worries.

Steadying you in a reverse cowgirl position, filing you, his cock melts inside you as he begins thrusting slow and steady, picking up the pace as your walls become more moist.

"You feel me pretty baby?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yeah? You gonna remember me forever?"

"Y-yes...yes! He-Heeseung!"

"You gonna remember what this feels like?"

"Yes!"

"What does it feel like baby? Tell me."

"F-f......fe-feels......ssss......goood......soo....soo.goood....ugh!"

"Harder or faster baby?"

"ugh! both! please both!"

Thrusting repeatedly, your body falls limp as he holds you upright, with one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand shifting a grip between your neck and your exposed breast, he muffles your moans and screams with his mouth as he swallows every single bit of your precious tones.

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Y-ye.....yes!...yes.......ugh! He-Heeseung!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum because you're a good girl?"

"Mmm!mmmmmm....mmmhmmm!....ugh!"

"You my good girl?"

"Y....yes!!"

"Yeah you are.......now fucking cum on me. Let me feel it."

Adding more depth to each thrust, you gasped out your screams of pleasure as he rams his cock deep inside, separating new found walls and extracting the moisture out of your body. Reaching orgasm and releasing all over his member, your thighs shake relentlessly.

"Good girl.....my turn."

Cupping your lower tummy, he pushes in and feels his thick length as it slides in and out, he found it amusing how your sensitive body could take him like this, especially feeling it inside you as he was doing right now. Jacking his member deep inside you at a rapid and hard momentum, he finally reaches his moment and with one last punctured thrust, he bucks his hips upward as he shoves you down, mashing your bodies together as he releases inside and fills your body up.

Pulling your head back as he latches his mouth on your neck yet again, suckling as your body bounces rigorously from the tenacity of his performance.

Feeling the pleasure of his tainted love, you somehow were to understand his message clearly, all due to Heeseung extracting you from your fears......which he had done before, back when Samuel sent you his email......back when you and Heeseung came together for the first time.....the start of your guys story. Just as he did back then, he helped you to understand, that the reality of what life gives, is never necessarily the ending to your story. The more he kept pumping into you, the more you were reminded of that clarity. Yea sure, you still felt scared, but knowing that if at first you dont succeed....reach happiness.....or if things just dont work out, you can and should always, try-try again. A lesson you were always reminded of, all thanks to Heethan.

Authors note: Lol, sooooooo...yeah this original draft did have some smut....and i was going to take it out but it was too crucial for me to do so. I hope you dont mind that. But, this chapter was originally drafted, back a few months ago. I had this thought in my head, since I have only taken a few college courses, and am about to start back up on it, I was feeling so dreadful and felt too nervous about doing well. I want to succeed in reaching my educational goals....but what also kind of bugged me was....will i still find time to write? I love writing, truly do. Mainly because it brings other people joy and brings out their most inner feelings. I had so much on my mind that time that i had began drafting this, but as i was writing it, i left it unfinished bc honestly, when i drafted heethan's message.....literally its like his voice was telling me what to write....i felt better. like it was a nice little reminder....realistic...very rational....and honest...but still positive and holds truth. there's a lot of things we can't control, but we should never give up. Its okay to be scared and to worry, that's natural, and that is exactly why people such as myself are here, writing these chapters and stories for you all because i know that there is such a thing called 'life' and sometimes....we just need a break from it to refresh ourselves. I know you have alot on your plate, but dont worry because everything will be more than fine. We have to pace ourselves, work hard, but also rest, and play from time to time. Eat and drink well, and finish strong. finish college, work with your mother and teach her to work with you, if you dont get the job you really want, no big deal. no matter what job you get, if its one you dont want, nothing lasts forever. just think that whatever you do now, it is only making you more marketable for the dream goal you have. I hope you continue strong because while you do have alot on your plate, you've been slaying....you've been killing it! and that's a major accomplishment in itself, last of year of college? woohoo! finish strong!

So now i should apologize for responding with the longest post ever lol. but i really hope this makes you feel better. Reading your message had reminded me of this piece and i am so glad you sent it to me because....looking at it now...and actually finishing it......this was something that was meant to be published and shared. bc it holds an important message for all of us. <3

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suguru-getos · 2 months

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Oh. INTRESTING. I just realised I should think about self ships more 😭 but okay here we go 😎

my self ship would be with Suguru. Definitely. Not the cult leader tho 😭 just a little rewind right there. You see the high school Suguru? Yeah cool. I only claim him.

>>> How would be better like when I'm off?

It'd definitely hurt him too with me. (because that's what I've seen with people around me, you know when that loud and bubbly one goes silent ?! Even though you know they'd be fine it's just so ouch. As if something's missing. Yeah, my personality is more or less like Satoru, he's ENTP I'm ENFP. which by the way, did you know? Fits INTJ in compatibility better hehe yeah I see him as a threat so what? 😤) and since his rationality is something I"d value, he'd have to do the tougher job of being my backbone rather than getting away with just sympathizing and giving me rational and "harsh truth" perspectives when I come to him with the problem that's bothering me. He knows if tries to be soft with me or bullshit me with sympathy I'd see it right away. So that.

>>> I HC our relationship to be such that it makes everyone jealous because he's definitely smiling and laughing around me more (not because he's smitten or sth, because I'm his personal clown ✨). That's what I am about most of the times. Hyped up over the smallest things. Hehe.

>>> Jealous. Huh. Interesting. I'm a women in stem, and you must know how the ratio is always so heavy on men"s side. So naturally I have a lot of them hitting on me at all the points of time. 😂

>>>And another thing is, I'm an extrovert socialising with people all the time so he might be annoyed on how to get my attention on him out of all the other people i hangout with (Again, not my words 😂😭) little does he know he has all of it since day 1. But that'd be only an issue before we get together, because he'd never know if I view him differently/romantically or not 😭 because "you're this energetic with everyone. How am I to know?"

>>> I and Satoru would definitely always be bickering over how he lets me get away with spam texting but not him. Hehe. Suguru's reasoning? "You're annoying, she's not *shrug*"

I say I don't think any self ships but then I go on full on spam mode (I hope you don't mind it, if you do please be honest about it and lmk like "I just asked for headcanons not a ONESHOT you idiot🔪) somehow wow😭 but yeah. That's how I see it, sunshine x grumpy (kind of?) Trope.

(Which made me think, neither of us actually like yapping about ourselves too much so we'd just be having hours and hours of discussions about different topics. The quality time discussion is a love language kinda couple. )

Now YOUR TURN. *hands over the pen*

lmfaoooo why not the cult leader sugu? he has such a dominant rizzly energy my self ship revolves around him and i’d bark like an animal for cult leader sugs 🙇🏻‍♀️🥹

-> also that’s so cute omg?? i am an intj/entj hybrid so i love myself enfps 🫵🏻 they bring such a lovely vibe around. (my irl best friend is an enfp) & i’d die for her. <33 suguru would love you so much, you’d be his breath of fresh air & when you go down, so does his existence. i hc him as super empathetic to people he cares about, so if you’re down, he’s rock bottom. :33 hello 👋 another stem major here’s your crown 👑 gorgeous ‼️ i’ve graduated in 2022 from stem so i know how the life’s like. 😉 suguru would be disgustingly jealous fr fr you attract everyone with your positivity.

-> suguru would definitely appreciate your bickering with satoru & blabbering. it would make him feel good that two of the people he loves the most are talking/being together 💋

grumpy x sunshine is my favorite troupe so this post made me intensely happy. 🪷🥰 also, that’s alright for the long post, only made fun of how people can see a character so similarly yet so differently!!

-> as of my own self ship headcanons, i’ll post them cus i’d yap more than you istg 😭 he’d love when i wear a saree tho ‼️🙇🏻‍♀️

#•share your selfship headcanons with me•#geto suguru #geto fluff #jjk #jjk fluff

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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That one about child Kenma and child reader was so cute 🥰

Can you do one like that for Bokuto, but he's the one always announcing you two will get married and you do, right after high school graduation. Maybe word it like Bokuto is telling his kids about he met there mom.

Omg you’re a genius?? This is so smart and adorable tysm I love you for this like baby!Bokuto screaming about how much he loves you when you’d go over for a play date😭😭too cute!!! Tysm for requesting!! Pls if anyone wants to see anything like this or anything let me know because I love requests!(and this idea so much😭)

Bokuto has never been one to be quiet about his affections for you. Even now as he’s sat in a rocking chair with you on the couch beside him your daughter sat on his lap leaning against him as she bobs in and out of sleep trying to listen to the story he’s telling her.

It had been spurred on because she’d been crying about how her teacher told her she was to little to marry Akaashi’s son after she practically dragged him around as she held his hand.

“When I was your age, I was the same way”

You think back to the way Bokuto would have dragged you around the play ground singing praise about you as he told everyone you were going to get married.

He even had a big he found play the officiant to your wedding the weekend after he’d gone to a wedding with his mom.

“No! Y/n, you have to say I do not yes! Silly” he was giggling as you let out a little oh.

It was quite silly looking back on it but Bokuto took it incredibly serious, once he got old enough to understand that the two of you were not legally married he settled on making you his girlfriend, and than declared almost anytime he could that he was going to marry you.

And on your wedding day, he’d managed to incorporate the whole little story into his vows telling everyone this was literally the happiest day of his life and he’d asked you to marry him everyday!

Your daughter is long asleep, and your baby boy had been put in his crib quite some time ago when Bokuto finds an end to his story.

He glances over at you smiling softly at the way you try and keep your head up when you slip in and out of consciousness just like your daughter had, and Bokuto has always thought that the wait was worth it and if he’d have to wait an eternity to marry you? He would do it.

Anywho!! Do you guys have anyone else you’d like to see with this concept?(pls do I love this idea so much😭) or anything else? Pls send requests I love them so much!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad bokuto x reader #Bokuto x reader #dad!bokuto #dad!Bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou

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hopelesshawks · 11 months

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Oh bestie!!!

I have the perfect song hahha Like crazy by our angel Jimin and the character will be Bakugo cause you write him so well!))

love you!

Hi hello love you too!!

An excuse to write BTSxBNHA??? Sign me up always omg. Thank you for saying I write Bakugo well 😭 I obsess so much over characterizations when I write lmao so always nice when I get it right.

This screams being friends with benefits knowing damn well he wants more but deciding to just ignore that because he doesn’t think he has time for a relationship or some other bullshit so he’s just pretending it’s all good knowing that he’s setting himself up for pain. So here that is, lmao

This one gets suggestive ladies, gents, and everyone in between so NO ENTRY UNLESS YOU’RE 18 OR OLDER

“To finally getting Blasty out of the office!” Kaminari cheers, the rest of Bakugo’s friends quickly taking up the chorus as well as everyone raises their shot glasses in a toast. Bakugo rolls his eyes but does lift his glass in a toast as well. He’s not even sure what exactly it’s a shot of. Pikachu had been the one to purchase them and Katsuki didn’t think hearing the entirely unnecessary explanation of what specific liquor it is was worth straining to hear over the thrumming music of the club.

Contrary to popular belief Bakugo likes having fun. Just in small doses. He has no idea how Denki, Mina, and Kirishima come to this place regularly without ending up overstimulated 24/7 but whatever, that’s their business. He knows he works a lot, it’s what Denki is droning on about now instead of just letting him take the goddamn shot, but he’s got goals to meet ok? And all that work means he typically likes his free time quieter.

Finally Pikachu shuts the fuck up and Katsuki can bring his glass to his lips and down the thing in one go. Tequila it turns out. Not his favorite but will certainly get the job done. As he brings the glass down to the table his eyes meet yours and the grin you send him has a low heat burning in his gut already. That’s the real reason he’s come. You and he both know it. There’s a promise in your eyes and on your lips that this night will go the same way past ones like this have and Katsuki relishes it. He loves the pretense that you’re all just getting the UA gang back together. That you’re here to see all of your friends and not just each other, even though without fail he’ll end up taking you back to his apartment tonight.

A few more shots are shared between everyone, their laughter and conversation largely fading to the background the more and more buzzed Katsuki gets. He grunts noncommittally at the right times to maintain the illusion of paying attention, but the moment you slip from the booth, letting Mina know you’re going to go dance, he drops the act and moves to get up as well.

Kirishima throws him a knowing look so Bakugo flips him off as he drains the rest of his drink and then follows you away from the others. You don’t look back to see if he’s following because you already know he is. He’d likely follow you to the end of the world if it meant getting to be the sole focus of all of your attention.

Molding your bodies together on the dance floor feels as natural as breathing.

His front meets your back, one arm sliding around your waist possessively as he grinds himself against you and watches the way your mouth pulls into a smirk in response. God you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“I’ve missed you Katsuki,” you whisper into his ear and his heart thuds hard.

“I’ve missed you too. So much,” is what he wants to say.

“Course you fuckin’ have,” is what he says instead, smirking himself even though he would much rather melt into you with soft words that reveal the depths of the crush he’s had on you even before graduation.

You spin in his arms so you can link yours around his neck and pull him into a kiss that’s downright filthy. Both his hands grip your waist tight and he moans into it, enjoying the press of your crotch against his. A promise of what’s to come later in the night when he gets to peel you out of your sexy little outfit and see the evidence of how aroused he’s made you more directly. Just the thought has him twitching in his pants already. But first he wants to enjoy this piece of it. Wants to enjoy the anticipation as your mouths move together in perfect sync the way they always have since the first time the two of you made our sloppily after one drink too many.

Beneath the arousal, the anticipation, the lust, there’s a loneliness and longing that sinks into his gut. A muddy, awful thing that always threatens to taint these moments with you. He wants more. More than a hard fuck in his apartment, more than kisses that always taste of one liquor another, more than you dressed and out the door the following morning before he can make you breakfast. But his ambitions don’t leave space for more. He knows if he crossed that line he’d fuck it up somehow. So he settles for this instead.

Nowadays he barely even notices that awful gray sludge of heartbreak. He loses himself in the thrumming of the bass, in the bright lights of the club, and the intoxicating feel of your tongue in his mouth and your fingers in his hair and your body pressed against his. With his eyes closed he can pretend that the two of you are everything he wants you to be.

It’s just a dream and he knows the emptiness of his apartment once you’re gone tomorrow will break him, but all that means is he’ll stay in this dream as long as he can. God help anyone who tries to wake him.

#AHHHHH this got so long #but I have so many feelings about Like Crazy and Jimin’s album in general that it simply had to be done #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #hhrequests

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myblogandotherrubbish · 6 months

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✨9 people you’d like to get to know better! ✨

thank you to @annasinterests for the tag!!!

i can’t lie, i haven’t done anything like this before, so I hope i do it right! there will be a few low pressure tags at the end for people i’m mutuals with!! no stress if you don’t wanna do it! there may also be one (1) person i tag who is not a mutual but who i think is great. just to clarify i also think everyone’s great.

okay here we go.

last song: All Around Me by Flyleaf. No, I cannot escape my 13 year old self. However, I have also been really enjoying synthwave and vaporwave stuff recently, and also getting into a lot of Alex G! 🎵

favourite colour: green all the way, but my second favourite colour is purple!! truly though, I love all colours, but those are my most favourite, they make me so happy 💚 💜

currently watching: i’m currently re watching The Boys! I’m a big fan of that show, I love the whole fucked up evil superhero vibes. i’m also planning on starting to watch Westworld soon, and i need to get back into Hannibal. Also if anyone wants a great detective series to watch, watch True Detective, it changed my life. Okay I’m done now. 📺

last movie: omg i feel like i never watch movies anymore but I have so many that i love, hmmmm i think the last one i watched was probably Little Miss Sunshine as it is one of my favourite ones ever. BUT if we’re talking about movies that i watched in a cinema, i can’t lie the last one i saw was Jackass Forever. love those guys. or was it Halloween Ends. who knows.🎥

currently reading: ohoho!!! i have just finished reading Brutes by Dizz Tate. i would highly recommend it, it’s a wonderful representation of working class girlhood and small town secrets. i also finished Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn. all i can say is what a book, it astounded me, 11/10 📚

sweet/spicy/savoury: spicy and savoury all the way babeeyyyyy. i love spicy food so much. maybe too much. my stomach hates me. I do like chocolate a lot, but i can eat more savoury food than sweet which is a win in my opinion. 🌶️

relationship status: in a relationship!! I have been with my wonderful girlfriend for nearly three years. our anniversary is in march. she is the light of my life and my best friend. 💖

current obsession: ah yes. the things i am so normal about. i just very recently got a ps4 from a friend so i have been playing lots and lots of games. my favourites were the last of us, the last of us part two, and red dead redemption 2. especially rdr2. of course, i’m so normal about it, and the ending and story didn’t break my heart into a million tiny pieces. if you’re reading this and want to talk about these games REACH OUT TO ME I am so passionate about them and would love to talk 🕹️(this was the only gaming emoji I could find forgive me)

last thing i googled: i cannot lie it was probably ao3. or like, potato soup recipes. I love potato soup 🍲

currently working on: staying relatively sane. i graduated this july, and life feels weird right now. i’ve started working full time and i am very tired™️ all of the time. i am autistic so life can definitely be very overwhelming but i’m clinging on. unless of course you meant a project i’m currently working on, then i am currently working on trying to possibly start writing fanfiction of my own. unfortunately i also have horrendous writers block and crippling performance anxiety. let’s just say my 13 year old self’s fanfiction wasn’t doing rounds on wattpad in 2014. we shall see we shall see. ✒️

thank you for the tag again!! this was so fun and I hope it was okay and not boring!!! i will now tag some of my mutuals. and also some maybe not mutuals. ignore me if you don’t want to do this. please do not feel pressured. mwah 💋

@beefrobeefcal @fangirl-is-a-lifestyle @ladyoftheteaandblood @saturn-cherries @oblivion-wonderlust @stuffinmybrainhole @toxicanonymity @bil-daddy

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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female reader with dodge mason,

before one of the panic trials they bond over past troubles,, idk maybe they end up coupling up for the trial and it kinda spirals into a little romance from there? x

omg yes i love.

warnings: death, s*icide, car accidents

Silence

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the start of a new school year is always scary. especially when you’re in the town of carp, where new students are a rare occurrence. it’s even more rare when a new student shows up at the beginning of junior year, and one at the beginning of senior year.

on the very first day of junior year, Y/N showed up to carp, texas. she didn’t have high expectations. hell, she never had any kind of expectations for anything anymore. her goals for her last two years of high school were to simply survive. no more, no less. her junior year went by in a blur, since she was basically considered the outcast the entire year for being the first new kid the town has seen in years.

she never made any friends that year. sure, there were a few kids she would talk to here and there during the school day, but nothing permanent. no friends, no good family in the town, just herself. and she couldn’t say if she liked it that way or not.

all throughout junior year, she was hearing whispers of the game the town calls “panic”. when the class above her was participating in the game, she immediately knew she wanted in. however, when the news of jimmy and abby broke, something in her shifted. you would think hearing the news of the death of two teenagers in town would make her shy away from the games. but, it did the exact opposite.

she couldn’t wait for the next summer to roll around. the thrill of death-defying activities gave her an adrenaline rush unlike any other, and she didn’t care about her outcome. she didn’t care enough about anything else in life to stop her from participating, regardless of if she made it out alive or not.

at the start of senior year, there happened to be another new student. when a new kid shows, everyone quickly learns the name of their new peer. and his name was dodge mason. from the very moment Y/N saw him walk through the school doors for the first time exactly a year after she did the same thing, something about dodge intrigued her. maybe it was because she saw something in him that reminded her of herself. whatever that reason may be, she wanted to make it her mission to befriend this new stranger.

dodge was just as closed off as she was, Y/N found. she would visit him at the cafe he worked at and attempt to start up a conversation, but to no avail. he kept it short and not-so-sweet with her.

it wasn’t until a month before graduation when dodge and Y/N started to grow closer.

Y/N had just walked into dodge’s cafe like she did every week, ordering what she always does: french fries and a root beer.

after she ordered, dodge looked at her, nodded, and wrote the order on his note pad, hanging it up for whoever was working in the kitchen to see. after he filled up the glass cup with root beer and slid it across the table to Y/N, he was going to go back into the kitchen when she stopped him.

“so, dodge, any plans after high school? i know around here there’s not a whole lot you can do to get out, but i’m curious. any dreams or aspirations?” Y/N asked, a smile on her face. she knew this question would annoy him, but she also knew that it was a good way to get his attention.

dodge turned around, leaning into the counter in front of her. “what is your obsession with me? ever since i got to this town, you’ve been up my ass trying to get me to talk,” he leaned in slightly closer, lowering his voice. “are you a judge for panic or something? are you scoping out the competitors?”

Y/N sarcastically laughed. “me? a judge? you do know that i’ve only been here a year longer than you have, right? there’s no way i’d be a judge.”

dodge leaned back and walked to the other side of the counter, drying some of the clean cups. “well then, the question still stands. what is your obsession with me?”

“you’re new, i’m relatively new, i’ve got no friends, you’ve got no friends. i think you can see where i’m trying to go with this.” Y/N said, taking a sip of her root beer.

dodge turned back around, rolling his eyes. “have you ever maybe considered i don’t want to have friends?”

Y/N paused. “i find that hard to believe. i’m a good people-reader, dodge, and i’ve always been able to read you. you’re a deep feeler with a hard exterior, and people like that aren’t normally okay with being secluded and isolated every day. besides, i think we’d make a great team for panic.”

dodge just looked at her, and Y/N knew that he realized she was right. dodge broke the eye contact for a second, before reverting his gaze back to hers. “and why would i be partners with you for panic?”

Y/N shrugged before saying, “we’re more alike than you’d think. i don’t know you all that well, and you don’t know me, but i think if we can fix that, we’d be unstoppable during panic.” Y/N then leaned forward over the counter, still holding eye contact with dodge. “so, what do you say?”

dodge froze, before turning around and grabbing the french fries and resting them in front of Y/N. “i think you’re a little insane. but, i admire that.” dodge showed a glimpse of a smile before walking back into the kitchen, leaving Y/N to happily eat her food, knowing that she had finally broke into dodge mason.

for the next few days, Y/N would visit dodge at the cafe, striking up bigger and better conversations with him every day. they would talk for hours and hours while dodge worked, and he always said it kept him busy. Y/N hated to admit it, because she was never good at addressing her feelings, but she was starting to like dodge. she knew he wouldn’t feel the same way though, since she practically forced a friendship between the two of them. but, at least she was getting a friendship at all after almost two years in the town.

one day, about a week after their breakthrough conversation, Y/N walked into the cafe as normal as ever, but dodge was quiet.

“hey dodge, i would have never expected to see you here.” Y/N jokingly said, getting nothing more than a quick look from dodge as he sat at one of the counter stools.

“what’s wrong? was what i said too weird?” Y/N asked.

“no, you’re fine. it’s just… it’s been rough today.” dodge answered, resting his head on his hand.

Y/N sighed, sitting next to dodge. “what happened? something at school?”

dodge paused, turning to look at her. “you don’t have to pity me, okay? i swear, i’m fine. do you want your usual?” dodge asked, getting up and walking behind the counter.

“dodge, i’m not eating until you tell me what’s wrong. knowing you, you’re going to bottle up all these feelings until one day you explode, and it’s not going to be pretty.”

dodge glared at Y/N. “why would i tell you my problems? we don’t even know each other.” dodge answered coldly.

“well, good to know those hours of us talking meant absolutely nothing.” Y/N replied, ignoring the fact that what dodge said stung just a little.

“Y/N, thats not what i meant. it’s just, i have trouble trusting people, that’s all.” dodge answered.

Y/N sighed. “you have to start somewhere. keeping everything in isn’t going to fix anything. i’m not going to make you tell me, but i do think it would be beneficial for you if you did.”

Y/N saw a flicker of thought in his eyes, like his hard exterior was starting to crumble. when he didn’t say anything, Y/N spoke up again. “if you want to go somewhere a little more private, my place is open. my mom won’t be back for the next few days or so, so we’ll be by ourselves.”

dodge looked out across the desolate cafe, and he quickly grabbed his stuff from the back and told the kitchen worker he was leaving early.

as dodge drove, the car ride was painfully silent. Y/N decided that it would be best to save the talking for when they were back at her place, which resulted in the car ride being absolutely dead the entire way there.

pulling up to Y/N’s house, she was immediately embarrassed by the incompleteness of her home. it was small, as she didn’t come from a family that had money. it was small and run down, and it looked to be in serious need of maintenance. she tended to a small box in the front yard filled with flowers in her free time, that being the only inviting part of the outside of her house.

as they made their way in, the inside was even more underwhelming. Y/N swallowed, and looked down. “sorry about the house, i know it’s not much, but my room is this way.”

she lead him down the short hallway to the room at the very end, and she watched him scan his eyes over everything. the dark green walls, the few posters around the room, the small bed in the corner, the lone dresser sitting below a hanging mirror, and a cheap rug below their feet.

Y/N hung her head again, and dodge finally replied. “it’s perfect. it’s modest, but i like modest.”

Y/N looked up at him, and he finished the scan of the room on her. he shot her a small smile before sitting on the bed while she followed shortly after.

the next few moments were painfully silent like the car ride, before dodge broke the silence. “i ran into luke hall today.”

he paused, and Y/N just squinted. what was wrong with that?

“luke hall…as in ray hall’s brother?” Y/N asked, hoping for some clarity.

dodge nodded, turning to look at her. Y/N looked at dodge back. “did luke start trouble with you?”

dodge turned away again, nonchalantly looking at the ceiling.

he closed his eyes for a short moment, before directing his gaze at his legs. “luke hall almost killed my sister.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly. before she could even think about speaking, dodge spoke first.

“he hit her with his car, and now she’s paralyzed. she’ll be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of her life. as for luke, he walked away free and without a scratch. absolutely no punishment for what he did. and seeing luke again today brought up some painful memories for me.”

Y/N’s face softened, and dodge stood up and paced her room. “i’m sorry for dropping this all on you, we don’t even know each other and you probably don’t even care and i-”

“dodge,” Y/N interrupted. “it’s okay.” she showed him the calmest and sweetest look she could to show him she really meant it, and he sat down again and took a deep breath. “i asked to hear all of this. you’re all good.”

dodge looked at her and nodded before continuing. “seeing luke again made me realize how fucked my life has been so far. absolutely fucked. after losing my father a few years back nothing has been the same.”

Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach, and she felt dodge’s pain. she knew it all too well. “how’d he pass?”

“he hung himself.”

that’s when Y/N’s pain slowly rose to the surface, much like dodge’s did when he saw luke.

her voice cracked as she spoke. “thank you for teling me, dodge. genuinely. you’re very brave for that.”

dodge gave her a sad smile, before turning away. “like i said though, mason, we’re more alike than you think.”

“how so?” he replied, quietly.

Y/N inhaled. “i lost my father that way too. he killed himself. we were as close as can be until about three years ago, when he couldn’t take the pain of his depression any longer.”

dodge was now attentive to her, and he shifted his body so it wasn’t just his head turning to look at her; he was now facing her completely.

“me and him were always super close. my mom and i, not so much. she was always drinking, never took much care of me. she left that up to my dad. after he died, my mom wanted a ‘fresh start’ and decided carp would be a great place. bunch of shit, if you ask me” Y/N nervously giggled, her eyes getting watery with tears.

“after we got here, she ran off and drank at the bar every night, eventually finding a new boyfriend who is a load of crap. and as of right now, she’s spending the week with him at his place. ever since we got here almost two years ago, i’ve been so closed off from the rest of the world. i don’t even remember the last time i said a word to my mom.” she kept her eyes anywhere but on dodge, resting her hands on her legs that were still hanging off the bed.

“i know i should practice what i preach to you. i’ve kept everything bottled up since my dad died. closing people out is just easier, i guess.” Y/N finished, looking at her hands in her lap as a lone tear fell onto her forearm.

just as the silence between the two was becoming unbearable once again, out of the corner of her eye she saw dodge’s hand slowly grab her own, and she could feel the apprehension in his touch. she tensed up too, not because she disliked the comfort, but because she was surprised. taking her time, Y/N gently clasped her fingers around dodge’s hand.

she finally braved to turn her head to see him, and he fully had his attention on her, body and head turned to face her. “thank you for telling me, Y/N.”

“i’m sorry for trauma dumping, i was supposed to be helping you and this turned into my pity party.” Y/N answered.

“don’t worry about it, this is what friends are for, right?” dodge said quietly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“we’re friends?” Y/N asked, surprised.

“is that okay?” dodge replied, a small smile.

“yes, of course.” Y/N said, giggling. the two sat in silence for a little longer, only the silence this time wasn’t awkward. it was a peaceful quiet, like they were enjoying each other’s company.

“i’ve never told anyone that stuff. besides you now.” dodge said.

“me too. you’re the first.” Y/N answered, turning to face dodge fully on the bed like he was already doing with her, hands still locked.

“by the way, it’s a yes.” dodge mentioned happily, out of the blue.

“what do you mean?” Y/N asked, confused as to what he was on about.

“yes, i agree. we should team up for panic and split the cash prize.” dodge said, smiling.

Y/N’s smile grew too, and she couldn’t help but hug her new friend. they both laughed as they both fell back onto the bed, entangled in a hug. maybe things would be alright for the both of them after all, despite their shared pain.

#mike faist #panic on prime #dodge mason #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #mike faist imagine

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age-of-greta · 1 year

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The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Author’s note: hi!! as always, this fic has two parts then and today. I proofread, but typos happen. Sammy girlies, this chapter is for you:) There is only a few more chapters left omg!!! Next part will be out next Wednesday at midnight. Enjoy!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: adult content, cursing, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content

Word count: 4.1k

PART 10:

THEN:

The rest of the time in Nashville was odd to say the least. Everyone was seemingly on edge around you and Jake since your revelation. Jake had now felt more emboldened to be touchy with you, especially in front of Sam, to which you scolded him. It was your last night visiting and you were all sitting down at their table eating a dinner that Jake and Josh had made. It was a surprisingly quieter night, despite all of the wine.

“So” you start, pushing around pasta on your plate. “My graduation is coming up in a few months.”

Jake beams a smile at you. “It is, isn't it? My little lawyer.”

You roll your eyes. “I wanted to invite you all to my graduation and maybe celebrate after or something. If you’re free of course.”

“Of course we will be there.” Sam says, sipping his wine.

Danny nods his head and smiles at you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, mama.” Josh says softly.

“Okay, I’m glad. Everyone can stay with me of course. My parents are staying with my uncle.” You say, offering everyone a smile.

“Oh so we get to meet the parents?” Danny asks.

You let out a laugh. “I suppose. Though they probably won’t stay too long. They’re flying to Cabo and I’m meeting them there for Christmas.”

“So worldly.” Sam says, in a teasing tone.

You sigh at him. “I know. Nothing says Christmas quite like a margarita and sunscreen. Though I’m not sure if Santa stops at resorts.”

“He will.” Jake says with a smirk. “You’ve been a good girl.”

Your face burns red at that.

“Hm well that sounds like fun mama. We will have to have a little Christmas celebration when we come down that weekend.” Josh says, quickly changing the subject.

You offer him a small smile. “Definitely. The uglier the sweater, the better.”

***

“Jake why do you do that shit?” You say, while throwing your clothes in your suitcase.

“I like watching you squirm.” He replies, nonchalantly.

You huff out at that. “It’s not a game. The group dynamic has changed so much since we told them. Or since you told them.”

“And? So what I flirt and play around with you. You don’t seem to mind when they’re not around.” Jake spits out.

“We aren’t dating or anything like that. So no one else needs the intimate details.” You retort.

Jake chuckles at this. “Right. Because you don’t have feelings for me do you?”

You swallow hard and look at him. “Nope.” You manage to say.

He looks at you for a few seconds before responding. “I don’t believe you.”

You turn your back to him and go back to packing your suitcase. You don’t care to have this conversation right now.

“You know I like you, in more ways than one. So what is the problem?” Jake says, you can feel him behind you.

You turn around and look at him. “Jake-“

“No. It’s because you don’t want to hurt your precious little Sammy, right?” He says, with animosity in his tone.

You furrow your brows at him. “What? This has nothing to do with him. I don’t want to ruin what we have and I don’t want us getting hurt.”

You think that’s the truth anyway. You know it’s much more complex than that.

Jake presses his lips in a line before softly saying, “Yeah, well it’s too late for that. I’m already invested.”

Your heart is burning. You want to tell him that you are too, but you won’t.

He sighs. “But I’m not going to push you. I’ll wait until you can be honest with yourself. I’m going to the kitchen. I’ll bring you a drink.”

Then he walks out of his room and leaves you standing speechless. You knew you had feelings for Jake. You knew you were scared of losing Jake. But you were also scared of losing Sam. He had to be eased into this. Why were you thinking about Sam when it came to a potential relationship? You didn’t know, you supposed it was the circumstances. Either way, you needed to clear your head. So you packed everything except for the items you needed and ran a hot bath. The warm water engulfed you, and you melted into the tub. You let out a deep breath and closed your eyes. Fuck, you really felt strongly for Jake. But you were too scared to take that leap. The door creaked open and Jake stepped in with two glasses of wine in hand.

“Hi.” He says as he hands you the glass and sits on the edge of the tub.

You take the glass from him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I don’t want to fight with you, I’m sorry.” Jake says.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You reply.

You both sit in silence for a few minutes then Jake leans down and starts taking his boots off.

You furrow your brows at him. “What are you doing?”

He smirks at you. “Getting in.”

You bark a laugh. “Yeah right.”

Jake proceeds to strip and your laughter grows.

“Scootch over sweetness.” Jake says as he steps into the tub.

“Jake!” You yell with laughter. “You’re making the water spill everywhere!”

“Whoops.” He says with the cutest smile on his face.

“You’ve ruined my peaceful bath.” You say, joking as you sip your wine.

Jake laughs at you. “Mhm I think I’ve made it better.”

He then takes some bubbles and makes a beard for himself.

“Oi!” He exclaims, in a somewhat British accent.

“Oh wow Jake. This is the best beard you’ve ever grown.” You say.

“That would be nice if it were true, because I’m not Jake- I’m Oliver fucking Reed.” He says in the continued accent.

You can’t contain your laughter at Jake’s sudden character. He makes your heart flutter. You two spent the rest of the night together. When the bath got cold, you got out and wrapped yourselves in robes. Jake ordered chocolate covered strawberries and champagne while you both watched The Pirates of the Caribbean. It turned into a great night. In that moment you know Jake really cared about you. You hoped it would always be like this. You never wanted to think about a time when you and Jake would genuinely be at odds. That seemed impossible to you.

TODAY:

It had been days since you heard from Jake. He never returned to dinner that night or back to the house. Sam drove you to the airport early the next morning to catch your flight. It was Wednesday now, your appointment was Friday. You had tried to call Jake multiple times, to no avail. You texted him and told him your appointment was on Friday if he cared. You buried yourself in work but you felt like shit. How could Jake just abandon you like this? Vanish without a trace? You sat now on your couch mindlessly scrolling through channels when your phone rang. Your heart skipped a beat thinking it could be Jake. It was Sam. You swallow the lump in your throat and answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” Sam says, quietly.

“Hi Sammy.” You reply.

Sam huffs. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? I’m worried about you.”

“Has Jake come home?” You ask.

“Wait, you still haven’t talked to him?” Sam asks.

You take in a shaky breath. “No.”

“What the fuck happened? But yeah he has. Barely been here though.” Sam says.

You feel yourself start to lose it. “Sam- I”

“Hey it’s okay. You can talk to me, I promise.” Sam says, you can hear the worry and sincerity in his voice.

You breathe for a minute and clear your throat. “I have an appointment with an OBGYN Friday. I took some tests and Jake found them. I don’t know if I am or not, but I don’t plan to be.”

“Oh.” Sam starts, pausing to piece together your ambiguity. “And Jake got mad at that? Are you fucking serious?”

You huff out. “Yeah. We had words about it and he hasn’t spoken to me since.”

There’s silence on the phone for a minute. “Fuck that. I’m going to fly in tomorrow okay? I’ll go with you. You’re not going to be alone no matter what comes of the appointment.”

You feel tears start to well in your eyes. “Yeah okay. I would like that. Thank you.”

“Do not even mention it. I’m sorry you’re going through this. Have you eaten today?” Sam asks.

“No I haven’t. I’ve been so anxious and just a fucking mess. Eating is the last thing on my mind.” You confess.

Sam sighs. “Well you have to take care of yourself. I’m going to Uber Eats you something.”

“Sammy you don’t have to do that.” You say.

“I’m absolutely going to. Did you catch the new episode of Survivor?”

Sam had ordered you your favorite Thai food, a smoothie, and a whole chocolate cake. He also talked on the phone with you for hours. You had to admit you felt better. It touched you how much Sam cared for you. He was truly such a great friend. When you woke up the next morning you felt a little more at peace knowing that Sam was coming today. You left work around 4 to go pick up Sam from the airport.

“Hey sorority girl.” Sam says with a smile as he gets in your car.

You smile right back at him. “Hi Sammy. Hungry?”

“Starving.” Sam replies.

You drive you two to a vegan restaurant that Sam loves. He’s elated that you chose this place. You two grab a table and order.

“So I took all of tomorrow off, just in case.” You say, sipping your water.

Sam takes your hand and offers you a smile. “Okay. I’ll stay here as long as you need me.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to know you?” You say.

He laughs. “I was wondering the same thing.”

After dinner you and Sam went back to your apartment. You sat under blankets and watched stupid comedies together. You laid on one end with your legs on Sam, he held your calves lightly. You didn’t think much of it. Eventually you had both fallen asleep on your couch. You woke up halfway on Sam. You were sore from the way you had contorted your body to fit on the couch. You got up and covered Sam up before going to your room to shower. Your appointment wasn’t until noon, but you were incredibly anxious. After sitting in the shower for over an hour you made yourself get out. You couldn’t be bothered to try and look cute today. You went with a pair of leggings, a college sweatshirt, and uggs. You did some skincare and dried your hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. You opened your door and walked out. Sam was no longer on the couch and he had straightened up your living room.

“Hey. I ordered coffee and bagels.” Sam said approaching you. “It’s going to be okay.”

You lightly smile at him and nod. You take your coffee and try to eat a few bites of bagel but your appetite isn’t there. You both sit in your breakfast nook and talk for a while before leaving. Sam insisted on driving and kept his hand on your knee the whole way there. He sat with you in the waiting room and when they called you back he squeezed your hand and gave you an assuring smile.

“You’re not pregnant.” Your doctor said.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Most likely you just had some food poisoning and the medication you’re on was making it read positive. But I’m glad you came in, better safe than sorry.”

You smiled and tilted your head back. “Oh thank god. Thank you so much.”

When you got back out Sam stood up and looked at you with worry. You smiled and shook your head. Relief washed over him as well. He hugged you so tight and picked you up.

“This calls for a celebration. It's Friday night and we will be up to no good.” Sam says.

You giggle. “I agree with you. I need this, but I need to change first.”

Sam drove you back to your apartment and you felt like a million weights have been lifted off of you. You went into your room and immediately felt a conviction to tell Jake. You closed your door and dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail. Okay. You had come to the realization that you and Jake were probably no longer. But the fact that he was being such a petulant fucking child drove you insane. How could he just ghost you after everything? You decide you would text him and then been done with it. It hurt so much. The hurt that you didn’t want to ever feel, but finally it was here.

Don’t worry this is the last time I’ll try to contact you. I’m not pregnant. Goodbye Jake.

There was so much more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t. Tears welled in your eyes as you hit send. You took a deep breath and threw your phone on the bed. Nope. Not tonight, you would deal with that tomorrow. Tonight you were going to go out with your best friend and have the best time. You straightened your hair and did full on glam makeup. Dark eyeshadow, deep contour, and plump glossy lips. You put plenty of voluminous spray in your hair and teased the back. You sprayed your perfume and added your usual gold jewelry hoops. Then you pulled out one of your most scandalous dresses. It was a black bodycon dress with an oval cut out in the cleavage, the sides were cut out, and there was nothing on the shoulders, but had detached sleeves. It was short, and you looked so hot. Jake hadn’t even seen this dress yet. You paired that with long strappy black heels and gave yourself a final look. You were ready.

“Holy shit.” Sam said when you walked out. He was standing at your kitchen island with a drink in hand. He looked good. His hair was slicked back and he had on form fitting black slacks, a leopard button down, and black velvet slides.

“Holy shit to you too Sammy. We look hot!” You say and take his drink from his hand.

Sam is still raking his eyes all over you. In a way you enjoy the attention, it helps with the hurt. Sam pours another drink and clinks your glasses.

“To tonight. To us.” He says and wraps his arm around you.

You smile up at him. “To us. Are you ready to go?”

“Are you sure you aren’t going to get cold?” He asks.

“Don’t worry, I have a Sammy to keep me warm. Can we take a picture?”

You and Sam bar hopped around to a few bars. You were getting free drinks left and right due to your outfit, of course you shared with Sam. You couldn’t help but think how jealous Jake would be if he saw you right now. Fuck you missed him. But tonight your ego was inflated and you were absolutely hammered.

“Let’s dance Sammy!” You said as you dragged him away from the bar.

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You” by Kiss blasted throughout the bar. You and Sam danced around and were a little touchy.

I was made for lovin’ you baby. You were made for lovin’ me. And I can’t get enough of you baby. Can you get enough of me?

You both pointed and sang to one another. You turned around and started dancing on Sam. You heard him whisper out “fuck.” Which made a rush run through your body. Sam’s hands ran up and down you, places they had never dared touch before. At this moment you were completely entranced by Sam. The alcohol in your system made you feel bold, like you were on the top of the world. Has Sam always been this attractive? The way his hands ghosted all over your body made you feel electric. You grinded on Sam and you could feel him through his pants and damn. When the song ended you turned around and threw your arms over his neck. You were both smiling and drunkly giggling at the other. Sam looked down at your lips and back into your eyes. You tilted your head up and parted your lips, almost daring him. Slowly Sam leaned in and connected your lips. He kissed you softly and you kissed back. Sam’s lips were intoxicating, so soft and plump. He pulled back and looked at you gauging your reaction. You just smiled at him and pulled him back to the bar. You two did another round of drinks and shots before calling it a night. The whole entire way home you two giggled and joked around. You two locked arms and walked back into your apartment. You were so drunk and so was Sam, but you were having the time of your life.

“Sammy, can you take my shoes off please.” You said in a sweet voice as soon as you got inside.

“Of course m’lady.” Sam said.

“It unties at the top of my calf.” You said, sitting down on the couch and raising your leg up to Sam.

He gently took your leg in his hand and admired the view for a few seconds. He untied the shoe and unwrapped it from around your leg before doing the next one.

“You’re fucking stunning you know that?” Sam said after removing your last shoe and sitting down right next to you.

You smirk at him. “Oh please, look at you.”

“Nah, you bring me to my knees like I’m in fucking church. And to be clear I would worship you every single night, multiple times a night.” Sam says in a low raspy voice.

You swallow hard at that. Fuck. Where has this side of Sam been this whole time? You hadn’t thought much about Sam like that, but right now he was absolutely doing it for you.

“Sammy?” You say and it almost comes out desperate.

“Mhm?” He responds.

“Would you like to touch me?” You ask, raising your hand to your chest.

Sam swallows and looks at you. “Yes.”

“Where?” You tease.

“Everywhere.” He responds without hesitation.

He reaches out and lightly cups your jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” He says as he softly traces his thumb over your bottom lip.

You lean into him and put your hand on his chest. You both shift your gaze from each other’s eyes and lips. Then, your lips are connected again. It starts off soft and sweet like in the bar, but quickly escalates to something more. You move over and straddle his lap while unbuttoning his shirt. Sam’s right hand is still cupping your face, the other is cupping your ass. You feel him almost immediately through his pants. You rock your hips slightly and he inhales in your mouth. Sam was a great kisser. One of his hands starts to lightly caress your inner thigh and you can feel your black lace panties soaking. After a few minutes of teasing, he finally takes two fingers and rubs them up and down your panties.

“Goddamn.” He says through kisses.

You don’t want to wait anymore. You’re so needy.

“Please take me to bed Sammy.” You whine out.

With that he flips you off of him and carries you down the hall into your bedroom. He takes his shirt off and gets on his knees in front of your bed.

“Fuck. I’ve got it bad for you baby, I’ve had it bad for you. Tonight I’m going to show you just exactly how bad. I’m going to show you how I can worship you.” Sam says, pulling your dress up.

He starts kissing your thighs before making his way to your still clothed center. He uses his thumb and rubs it slowly and lightly over your clit while he watches you squirm. Then he pulls your panties down and licks his lips. He starts kissing up and down your center and you tilt your head back and moan. His tongue laps at your clit and he plunges two fingers in you gently. That’s not how Jake usually does it. What the fuck? Why are you thinking of Jake right now at this moment? You force that thought to go away and you focus on the feeling. It was taking you longer than usual and Sam was a trooper for not taking any breaks. Eventually, your body gave in and you started shuddering. Sam watched in awe as you came on his face and fingers.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” Sam says, getting up and undoing his pants. You unzip the back of your dress and Sam is beyond eager to pull you out of it. Sam steps back momentarily to take in your whole body. He’s studying it as if he’s trying to memorize every curve and divit. He exhales and returns back to you. He starts kissing from your stomach up. He makes his ascent to your breasts, kissing and groping each one. You flutter your eyes closed when he lightly nips at your collarbone. He sucks and bites at a particular spot on your neck and you’re melting again. Then, he returns to your lips and kisses you ever so gently. You run your nails lightly down his back and that makes him shudder. Sam kicks his boxers off and rubs himself around your center. He’s breathing hard and honestly, so are you.

“You have no idea how long I have imagined this, and baby you have succeeded every expectation. You’re unreal.” Sam says as he continues to rub all around you.

He had been imagining this? Never mind that thought, you wanted him to quit with the teasing. You bite your bottom lip and let out a low moan.

“Can I fuck you?” Sam asks, rubbing his thumb all over your clit.

You are squirming for more. You nod your head. “Yes-fuck please Sammy fuck me.” You say in a high pitched moan.

Sam takes in a deep breath before slowly sliding inside of you. He lets out a string of expletives, as do you. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and Sam feels so good. You wrap your legs around him causing him to go deeper and squeeze around him. This elicits a moan from Sam, one you have never heard before.

“Goddamn baby fuck.” Sam says, it’s apparent he’s already close.

Sam takes both of your legs and puts them over his shoulder. He returns his thumb to your clit and you can see a sheer sheen of sweat coating his whole body. Sam looked like he was fighting demons trying not to finish, it was obvious he was trying to get you to cum again. You decided to help coach him to get him there, something you never had to do with Jake. Fuck do not think of him right now. Focus on Sam. You close your eyes and tilt your head back. Once you get out of your head, you realize how good it feels. Sam moves ever so slightly to the right and he’s in the perfect spot.

You let out a moan. “Fuck right there Sammy. Right there don’t stop.”

Sam continues and you can feel that heat burning in your core again.

“I’m so close.” You whine out.

Sam moans. “Me too baby fuck.”

You screw your eyes shut and let your body do the rest. Sam pulls out of you quickly and finishes all over your stomach. You’re a little taken back at the loss of contact, but know how good Sam had been at holding back. He was in front of you breathing raggedly.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” Sam says. “Stay here, I'll grab a towel.”

Sam cleaned you up and you tried your best to take off your makeup. It was evident that you were both still a little bit tipsy, but way more sober than before. After, you both took aspirin and chugged water before passing out with one another in bed. Sam wrapped you up in his arms and you were still a little floored at what just happened. But you had too much alcohol and were too tired to even start to think about it.

•thank you for reading!! have a happy thanksgiving :)

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #the lovers

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rainymoodlet · 1 year

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— hiatus announcement! 🌧️

ft. congratulations to rangi kealoha, my beautiful randomly-generated boy and the only sim of mine (besides steven) who will ever graduate uni because omg now i understand why you all hate it

but yes, i’m sorry to say but after my little period of silence i thought i’d make an official announcement! i’ve lost a good amount of followers and i don’t want to seem like i’ve just disappeared on you guys 😅 i wanted to apologize to everyone who i’ve ghosted and not very much talked to or interacted with lately: seasonal depression and Life™️ have hit me with the effect of a very reclusive solitude.

for those wondering about kiss me in komorebi: it is still happening. i am still highly motivated and excited to get the show on the road, but until i am able to move, i don’t have a way of playing that satisfies what i want to do with this challenge/story. (the above pic is the first in-game picture i’ve posted since The Laptop Use began and i edited the everloving hell out of it) i’m announcing my hiatus officially to explain why i’m not around as much, but letting y’all know that i am definitely coming back!

i will say that i have a few casual gp posts queued up because the hadleys have really reawoken my enjoyment of simply playing the game to play it!! 🌧️ be prepared for a lot of laptop mode-quality pics 😎💪

i also just want to end this by thanking you all for your ceaseless patience and kindness. i joined simblr, idek… like eight months ago, or something like that, and the people i’ve met are some of the kindest i’ve ever met online (and that’s saying something! i’ve been Online forever) — i can’t wait to get to a better place and come back to y’all with plenty of energy! 💛

i love y’all, and see you soon 💛🌧️ oh, and if you’re a mut and you’d like my discord, hmu babey!! 🤙

#;pin #;txt #i’ll of course still be lurking and reblogging #but i just got overwhelmed by… idek #everything? life and this new job and my relationship and my legal case and #MOVING and trying to move has been absolute hell #and i can’t do anything about it #so i’m just trying to ride the wave as well as possible #but it’s taking… a lot out of me #and i’ve been very withdrawn #i’ve apologized to lori and fangs a million times over for being absent but #i’ll apologize again and i’ll apologize to everyone here too #bc it SUCKS #and i just want you all to know #having a network of people who actually care even in the way #of a small comment or a kind ask #has done wonders and has meant so mych #i felt alone for a long time #and i still often do #but not here and not with y’all 💛#s/o to my beloved spouses and all my talented friends 🥰#see you soon 💛#i’m mobile but i’ll put this under a read more when i get home!!?#and yes rangi is hi as a kite 🪁#he generated w the name kealoha #and so hc says he’s makoa’s cousin!!!

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narsicen · 2 years

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One Americano and One Caramel Macchiato

Part 2/2

Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x GN!Y/N

Genre: slice of life, college!au, lab partners!au, loving from afar, angst, fluff, bittersweet, Popular!Y/n, Quiet kid!Chan, first loves, meet cute,

Warnings: none? Please tell me if I missed some or one though !!

A/n: HELLO omg stop I’m so sorry I- stop I swear I was DONE WITH THIS EARLIER BUT I——— 😔 my beta readers were so slow OMF but like I do hope you understand that, I’m so sorry also bc I already edited the last one which was part one and dude…… I FORG,OT THAT ???? THIS WAS A TWO PART STORY OMFFFF??? i tell u i cried lmao, but like PLS IM SO SORRY THIS IS THE ENDING 😔😔 ILY GUYS TY FOR UNDERSTANDING

Part 1

Your door made a soft creak as you opened it to enter your room. Wiping your hands on your sweater, you’ve always hated how your fingers turned into prunes after washing the dishes from dinner. Sitting down on your bed, the mattress dipped which let the letters that you had left, slide near your lap.

Picking the nearest to fall off your mattress as it slid dangerously near the edge. You sighed heavily, your chest has never felt heavier with regret? Probably the lack of responsibility that you couldn’t figure out why was digging a pit in your stomach.

You stood up to walk over to your desk. Find some old, barely-used pad paper and some pen in your pen holder. You find your fingers fidgeting with the pen you subconsciously picked, it’s been a while since you’ve actually sat at your desk with nothing to worry about, maybe you still had two things to worry about but there hasn’t been a recent memory of you writing in your diary without a care in the world. Just you in your little world.

Before you knew it something in your chest took over. It wouldn’t hurt to be careless again. If this ever haunts you again in the future just like what the movies portray it to be. You brushed the feeling of worry off as you blew a piece of hair that hell over your eyes. You hadn’t even past your 30’s and you’re worried about your future so much, this was supposed to be the time of your life, no one your age cared about how a simple letter would affect you in the future, hell, if Chan could do it, would that mean you’re worse than him? You’d be considered a coward even if you’ve taken a lot of risky turns in your life. Even if those turns weren’t your choice, you took them anyway.

So…

What’s one more risky turn going to do to you?

Dear Chan,

I know you said to throw the letters away once I’m done reading, but I think I’ll hold onto them for a while. Thank you for writing these, really, it may seem unbelievable but no one’s ever written me a letter in my time being here. To be honest, I thought the letters were endearing actually, it’s nice to know what you’ve been up to on those days, it felt like I was actually talking to you. Today was our graduation day and to be frank, ever since I got home, I just flopped onto my bed and it felt weird knowing I had nothing else to do, you know without my extracurricular activities to worry about or the people to reply to. I know you said to read your letters at least a week after, but I was really curious to see what you wrote, and I thought your letters were incredible despite you admitting you find languages and literature arts unbearable. You sounded like a professional writer, it brings my “editor-in-chief” label to shame. Jokes aside, I thought your latest letter was meaningful, I mean all your letters were meaningful, I just thought the last one was like the cherry on top. This might never reach you because I just know you’re probably already done with moving out of the dorms, and you seem to have a bright future ahead of you, and we’d probably never get the chance to meet again, but I’d like to say that, I, too, was intrigued by how you treated me. I must have fallen in love with you as well because of how you, in comparison to everyone else around me, were normal. Chan, you were a breath of fresh air. exactly what I needed within the elite school we attended. Maybe fallen in love as a friend? Or romantically? I will never know because these feelings were something that never even reached the top of my stomach, it never ached my lungs nor tore my heart into shreds. It’s funny because you would have thought I have been in a relationship or even felt these types of feelings towards people, especially with the “exceptionally special” people I was surrounded with. I have felt similar before, but I knew it was nothing more than peer pressure. Do you know that saying? Being the normal one in a group of unique people makes you equally as special? It’s not a widely known saying, Heck I don’t even remember where I had heard it, but I know you made me feel that way, I felt so indifferent but with you by my side? I felt like I was living a normal life, I felt like a student for a moment in my life, and that’s thanks to you. I wouldn’t say this is a love letter to you, but it’s a letter with feelings I don’t usually talk about to just anyone. Does it matter if it’s a love letter? I think letters store a certain feeling in them, whether it is fondness over someone or curiosity or hatred, that’s what makes it a letter right? I don’t think it’s bad to consider this a love letter, and I don’t feel any hatred or disgust for your letters either, yes it can be unsettling sometimes, but your letters didn’t hint at that at all, it was like talking to you and if anything? I’m rather fond of the fact that I got the honor of receiving letters. You may not know this, perhaps no one actually knows this, but I love arts, I love artworks of artists and I love written works from authors, a major reason as to why I wanted to join the school’s paper team. The reason why I’ve never taken up any arts classes or courses was because no one finds that intriguing anymore. No one really appreciates the arts with awe and stars in their eyes. And it's clear that not a lot find it enjoyable, even though you went out of your way and for some reason you resorted to writing letters and not just texting me or catching my attention in class. It has always been a dream of mine to get letters just like in fairytales. How’d you know that I always wanted to be the subject of a letter? I think writing letters to someone or writing a letter in general is one of the most romantic gestures someone could do. I don’t mean romantic as in a courting way, or a declaration of love, at least I don’t see it that way. We do have something called the “Romantic period”

don’t we? It had nothing to do with a plague of lovesick couples and a ton of love letters and unrequited love. It was just the literature of romanticism, it’s all about subjectivity and an emphasis on individualism; freedom from rules; solitary life rather than life in society and the beliefs that imagination is superior to reason and devotion to beauty. You get what I mean. It’s just known for its intense energy and passion, and never was about romance, not the kind of romance you’d find in the way couples kiss or hold hands. It’s just beautiful to write a letter, to receive one, and to address one. It's a nice change of pace from the odd confessions from a random guy I spoke to once, and suddenly he thinks we’re on our 3rd year of dating. I feel that writing a letter is one of the purest forms of declaration(?)Whatever you put into words on a piece of paper is hard to remove, especially with how much you could have written. It’s just whatever is burdening your heart or pushing you to write about. Nothing can compare to the thought that someone writing that letter was just everything that they couldn’t say to your face. Or it could be everything that they’ve been meaning to explain or say, and the fact that it’s addressed to you, has to be one of the many butterfly-filled stomach experiences one can encounter in their life. Who knows if this is my last letter to you like you said yourself, I don’t know if I’ll keep writing to you, or I’ll forget in the process, or if I’ll ever show this to you when I meet you again. Also, Chan, I’ve always wondered who gave you your nickname. I hear Jisung say your nickname a lot so I also guessed this was something your friend group calls you. Wow, writing a letter makes you realize how empty a conversation is. All I can think of talking about is about my day, and I’m sure you already know how our graduation day went.

Are you mad at me? You should be. The social divide between us was very apparent even from the start and I appreciate that you regardless tried your best to befriend me. I also wanted to be your friend, so very badly. I want you to know that I didn’t and I never wanted to lose you as a friend either, I was just scared. I know it must have hurt for me to just draw away so quickly, and only for me to realize how you never looked at me with hate and spite, but you genuinely thought I was a good person. I’m telling you this now as a way to make up for all the unsaid feelings of yours that I never got to read. Chan, I really do thank you. For the short time, we were friends, you taught me so much knowledge that I value, but if there's one most crucial lesson that you taught me it would be that nothing and no one is perfect in this world. Especially myself. Since then I felt free. You didn’t tell me that, you made me feel, and after 4 years of people telling me these things, actions always seemed to be more meaningful to me. I wish I knew this sooner, I wish I knew better too. In regret, I want to promise you that with the new people I’m going to meet, with the new people I’m going to surround myself with, I’ll know my place and I’ll know better. I know you won't even know of this promise, and I know I might break this promise in the future somehow, intentionally or accidentally, I just want to confide this promise in you, know it’s safely tucked away in this letter makes me feel safe, comfortable, and this feels like something I missed out on in the years of my youth. Regardless, I’m happy to be able to experience it just as we are to part our separate ways. If a miracle happens, and we end up seeing each other again, I hope you won’t look at me any different, and I’ll be sure to ask you to be my friend again.

Oh, and before I forget, my favorite color is yellow. And people meeting each other for the first time ask that question too, I would’ve told you the answer if you asked and if you weren’t so focused on telling me that americanos are just “superior.”

Goodbye Chan. I, too, hope to see you soon.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N.

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