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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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Bestie, my love, light of my life (for reals :( ) I’m in my thoughts™️ thinking about atsumu being like. Super, always prepared with a plan b whenever your plans get changed bc he never wants to disappoint you and I’m soft smh 🥺🧡 going above and beyond to make you happy; pls feel free to feed me because the brainrot is so real????

gn!reader, pure fluff <3, but mentions of anxiety and feelings of helplessness but like very minor. no angst.

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UMMM OKAY YES. as someone who absolutely hates and does not respond well to change, i would be sososososo appreciative of this??? i really drew from personal experiences here-

like?? he would so totally have a plan b because he knows you don’t like it when the things you planned together don’t go the way you wanted, he knows it makes you anxious when things you thought you had control over get seemingly ripped away from you by the universe.

but he knows you never end up making plan b’s on your own because once you get excited about something, you let yourself think there’s no way it could end up not happening. and you know you shouldn’t set yourself up for disappointment, but it’s so easy to forget about a plan b when you’ve figured out everything to perfection.

which means he makes sure you both have a back up plan so you still feel like there’s a sense of security when it doesn’t go to plan.

(a smol sidenote abt the lengths atsumu would go for you: if he could, he would totally take on the fates in a fist fight if it meant keeping a smile on your face forever.)

he doesn’t always need to come up with a backup plan but he has one anyway!!

the night before he has to use his plan b for the first time, you're sitting in bed and excitedly rambling on about everything you're going to do the next day ( for the third time that week since you planned it) as he gets ready for bed.

he has a smile on his face that you don't see because you're staring up at the ceiling instead. "okay so we're going to wake up early and head to the café for breakfast, then the zoo, because it shouldn't be busy on a week day... and after that I thought we could head over to that new photo op place with the cool backgrounds and take some cute pictures. it's been a while since we've done our own mini photoshoot. does that sound okay, 'tsum?"

"it sounds perfect, baby, thank you again for planning it all out."

you give him a shy smile and shake your head a bit. "it's nothing, I'm just glad you're going to enjoy it too. it's not often we both have a day off together, so I wanted it to be perfect."

except the next morning you head out only to find that the café you wanted to try out was closed. you frowned, but atsumu just took your hand and lead you back to the car. "it's okay! I know another place we can go, it's not too far out of the way. you'll like it, I promise."

you debated for a second, not sure if you should just wait for it to open or go along with your boyfriend's idea. but ultimately he convinced you that it was much better than throwing your schedule off by a couple of hours.

he heard you sigh as you got into the car and shook off the minor setback. it was one thing, surely the rest of the day will go as planned, you reasoned with yourself and turned up the music a bit, wanting to sing along with atsumu as he drove.

thankfully you ended up adoring the place your boyfriend suggested, and you were in much better spirits the next time you got in the car.

you weren't aware, but he was happy that the first part of his backup plan came in handy.

the next item on your list was the zoo. you were ready to walk off your meals and look at some cool animals, now, but the second you arrived in the parking lot, it started to rain.

and not just a light drizzle, either, it was pouring.

"what?!" you yelled, "I checked the weather three times yesterday and once before we left, it wasn't supposed to rain! I mean, I brought umbrellas just in case, anyway, but we can't walk in this!"

you looked so distraught that atsumu reached over to rub your arm. "baby, it's alright! here- we can sit in the car for ten minutes and if it doesn't let up anytime soon, I have an idea for what we can do instead."

a whine escaped your mouth. "but 'tsum, our plans-"

"it'll all be okay, y/n/n, I promise. do ya trust me?"

you nodded and gripped his hand. he brought them up to his mouth and kissed the back of yours a few times. "I know you wanted everything to be perfect, but don't let a couple changes in our plans ruin your mood, alright, sweetheart? anything I do with you is perfect for me."

"you are disgustingly sweet, I love you so much," you laughed at him as he let out a shocked sound.

ten minutes later, the rain still hadn't let up and he drove you over to the aquarium a few blocks away. truthfully, when he found out you'd both have a day off together he had planned out his own day for the two of you just in case something like this happened. he'd never tell you unless you explicitly asked, but it was something he always did for you.

and thankfully, his plans weren't so different than your own. café, then animal themed attraction. then a mini photoshoot (because he knew you were getting antsy with all the "fan" accounts of his bringing up how you guys never post each other anymore so it must either be a PR thing or a breakup). then home for dinner and hopefully lots of cuddles after.

he pulled into the parking lot and he noticed your eyes light up a bit. "the aquarium? atsumu, you genius!"

he grinned and sat a bit straighter in the driver's seat. you were never shy about complimenting him or feeding into his ego.

after parking the car and reaching for the umbrellas, he glanced at you. "get ready to run, there were no spots open close to the entrance."

you nodded and got out of the car, undoing your umbrella and making a mad dash for the building. the both of you were laughing the whole time, earning some stares from bystanders.

once you were inside, you purchased your tickets and made your way through. atsumu would never admit this either, because he hated to see you disappointed, but he was glad the zoo didn't work out. now he got to see your eyes shine brighter, both with excitement and the reflection of the water from the tanks as you stared at the sharks in awe.

it was safe to say he definitely admired you more than the sea life.

you left the aquarium a few hours later happy and holding a stuffed dolphin that he insisted on buying you from the gift shop. you glanced up at the sky before stepping out from underneath the entrance. "it stopped raining, finally."

he took your hand and made way to the car. "photo op place next?"

you nodded and got in the driver's seat. "my turn to drive, you don't know how to get there."

"GPS exists, baby."

you gave him a deadpan look. "last time we used GPS we were half an hour late to your brother's dinner reservations because you insisted you knew a faster route."

"in my defense I didn't think there would be so much construction."

"mhm, just let me drive."

"...fine."

twenty minutes later, you were trying not to pop a blood vessel while you spoke to the lady at the reception desk. "but there's nothing on your website about needing to make a reservation! it literally says that walk-ins are an option!"

"I'm very sorry, but there's a limit to how many people can enter the rooms at a time and we're at max capacity right now. the next available time we can get you in is next week, if that's alright."

you wanted to cry. atsumu could see you struggling to stay calm and quickly sent the lady a charming smile. "no, that's alright, but thank you anyway! have a nice day."

when you got back to the car, you finally gave in to the stress that had been building up all day. you were thankful that atsumu always had a solution to your issues that worked out, but you felt so out of control now that literally everything you planned for the day had gone wrong.

tears welled up in your eyes and atsumu rubbed your back. "it's okay, baby, let it out."

"I just wanted our day together to go smoothly, and I know you said earlier you were happy with anything but I had it all planned, 'tsum. and it ended up being a really nice day, I'm happy about that, but I feel so useless! I hate it when things don't go to plan."

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry what ya had planned didn't end up happening, it's frustrating. I hate seein' ya disappointed, but think about it- we stayed on theme with what ya originally had planned. it didn't differ too much."

you shrugged and nodded a bit. "I guess..."

he wiped away a tear and kissed your cheek. "can I take over one last time? we can still do our photoshoot. I know a real pretty place, much better than whatever this place had to offer for sure. and then dinner and what we watch tonight is all your pick."

you glanced at him and nodded, attempting a small smile. "sure, 'tsum... thank you. this might have been a lot worse if you hadn't been here. I appreciate you, you know how to make me feel more secure in moments like this. I love you."

he winked and smiled back at you. "anything for the love of my life."

fine, maybe things hadn't totally gone to plan, but you were learning to let go of that. you trusted atsumu, so you just had to trust that everything would be okay so long as he was involved. he always made sure of it.

(and in the end you got some really amazing pictures that definitely silenced those accounts saying you broke up. obviously no one would assume that after atsumu posted a... just slightly too-hot-for-instagram photo of the two of you posing with his hands all over you in front of some roses...and then one more from the very end of the night when you were cuddled up in bed.)

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I... kinda don't love how this turned out I won't lie. I don't hate it, but I'm scared I didn't do it justice, I'm so sorry emmy!! but regardless, I hope you enjoyed, this prompt was SO CUTE!!! and thank you for sending it innnn <333

have a nice day everyone :)

pls consider reblogging, it helps me out <3

#atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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albenyx · 2 years

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Some things happen at the right time

pairing: diluc x gn!reader (Modern Au)

Warning: not proof-read, fluff, kinda short sorry abt that

note/tag: @greenfairy1gf tagging you bc i remember you asking for this

Part 1

And make sure of it he did, Diluc didn't rush you and helped you move on one step at a time.

That night he had drove you home, ending his shift early so he could assist you more and hopefully lighten up your mood

The next day he comes over, suggesting you take a day off and hang out with some friends to get your mind off the things that stress you out, which you hesitantly agree. Next day he comes over to drop off gifts for your parents and you, then the next week he comes by to hang out suggesting you two go watch a movie or just stay at your house and watch a series you two would like to catch up on, and so on.

Diluc would come visit you either twice or thrice week or if he was quite busy he would visit once a week and would just check up on you by text

Soon it became some kind of habit for the two of you to give each other things and check up on one another.

You didn't expect Diluc to ask if you wanted to go on a walk today, nonetheless you agreed to it and here you were wandering aimlessly around the city "So.. why the sudden hang out?" You ask casually as you looked at random stores windows

"Just wanted to see you" He puts his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground lost in thought

You hum in response before looking at him curiously, Diluc was unusually silent today as you observed.

He wasn't the type to be talkative but he also wasn't the type to be too quiet which made you wonder if something happened today, "Penny for your thoughts?" You smile sheepishly, as you jokingly offer him a penny

He softly smiled at this and shaked his head, once again you successfully pulled at his heartstrings with little no effort "It's nothing to worry much about, it's just that.. whenever I'm with you I feel my heart beat rapidly and I feel the need to hold you close to me" He confesses and you stopped on your tracks "I think I didn't hear you clearly.. what was that?" You look at him expectantly

"Ah.. it seems like I've fallen" He blurts out, and you feel your heart flutter, he panics, his brows furrows as he seemed deep in thought before he speaks again "I'd.. I'd like to confess about my feelings" He stutters, and you notice his ears turning into a shade of pink

It takes his whole being to not look away from your eyes, the eyes that are staring intensely at him.

"I have fallen in love with you, I adore you a lot, though I can't find the right words to tell you why but I do" He looks at the ground This looks rather neat today

"Diluc" You call and he looks up to you in an instant to see you with a soft expression on your face he guesses you were beating yourself up for always seeking him when you needed him "I'm not sure if I can handle a relationship right now, I don't wanna hurt you while I try to heal myself" You pause, "Although this seems selfish of me.. but I'd like to give this a chance, to give us a chance" You smile nervously, and he nearly forgets to breathe

You always seemed to effortlessly make him fall deeper

"Though you'll have to wait for me to trust you with the key of my heart for awhile" You joke and Diluc couldn't help but smile, taking your hand in his he rubs your knuckles gently with his thumb

"I've waited for 10 years, [Name]. A few months, or another year won't kill me"

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc #diluc genshin impact #nyx — writes.🖊

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kazewhara · 2 years

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its like 12 am and i have class at 6 tmrw but can we talk abt having kazuha in you lap and just,, being with him??? like, ok reader gets all the support and comfort but what abt him

"you've been working hard."

"on the contrary," kazuha chuckles tiredly as he stares at your intertwined hands, "i don't think i've been working hard enough."

you frown while he plays with your fingers. kazuha came to your apartment a few hours ago looking ran through; his hair barely in it's usual ponytail, his glasses looked about ready to slip off his face, and he had dark circles under his eyes. kazuha's not exactly picky about his appearance, but he normally cares enough to not go out looking so disheveled. rather than entertain his attempts at conversation, you tugged him into your room and forced him to lay down. his protests stopped after three minutes.

finals week is rough -- everyone knows that. you've barely been getting by yourself what with the exams that start as early as 8 am and end as late as 8 pm almost every day. you're fortunate enough to not have any papers to write, but the projects, essays, and multiple choice are kicking you from every direction. kazuha isn't much better off than you are, especially with his courses being literature heavy; your boyfriend has to slave over paper after paper, each one with a high page minimum. you haven't been able to see him much these days because of your busy schedule. it didn't bother you at first, but seeing him so haggard made your insides twist.

kazuha has a terrible habit of forgetting that he has needs whenever he's doing something important. this isn't the first time you've seen him so worn by exams, but this is the first time it's been so bad.

after he woke up from his forced nap, he slunk into the living room and sat beside you with a muted yawn, dropping his head on your shoulder. you pulled him into your lap and he didn't argue at all, absorbing as much of your warmth as he could get. he's been idly toying with your hands for a while now, probably drifting in and out of sleep on your lap. it'd be romantic if you weren't so worried.

"kazuha, when was the last time you slept for more than six hours?" you ask, curling your fingers over his.

he hums in thought but doesn't answer.

"kazuha..."

"i'm alright," he lies. he brings the back of your hand to his lips and holds it there for a moment. "i did need that nap, though. thank you."

you glare up at him but he doesn't meet your eyes. he's hiding something from you. "you're not telling me something." you say, pulling your hand away. "you know you can talk to me, right?"

kazuha nods. his eyes look heavy. "i know." he glances at you for a second before sighing. "you know i hold myself to a high standard. it's nothing anybody forced me to do, i... can't afford to do poorly when i'm capable of doing so much better. so as long as i'm still on my feet, i--"

you cut him off with a sharp shake of your head. he's told you this once before, but that was a completely different situation; you'd found out that he was an english double major and maintained his position as the top student in both departments. it was admirable at the time, but now that you know how far he's willing to go with these thoughts, you can't let him think that all the time. you shudder to think what would become of him if he didn't have you to force him to sleep.

"and what happens when you literally can't be on your feet, kazuha?" you ask, your voice tight. you're not sure why you suddenly feel like crying on his behalf, but you swallow it back. "what then?"

kazuha doesn't answer. you continue.

"one of your most admirable qualities is your diligence." you put a hand on his face, smiling weakly when he leans into your touch. "but it's also one of your worst."

"would you elaborate for me, dove?" he asks, closing his eyes.

"kazuha, your body can only handle so much and your diligence can only take you so far. all your efforts will be for nothing if you fall apart." you brush your thumb over his cheek. "what would you have done if you crashed?"

kazuha rests his hand on top of yours and opens his eyes, his brows furrowing. "i wouldn't have. i know my limits."

"do you?" your smile drops. "then why did you come in here looking like death? if you know your limits the way you think you do, you wouldn't be like this." you flinch at your tone. you don't like scolding anybody, especially your boyfriend, but he's stubborn when he wants to be. it might take some pushing for him to see things your way. "if i hadn't made you sleep, what would you have done then? would you keep working until you passed out?"

kazuha's silence bothers you, but he does speak eventually. "it's... not an easy habit to break." he admits. you remain silent as he thinks things over. it's on him to work out a solution now that the problem has been brought to light. you never want to force kazuha in the direction you want him to go in; it's completely up to him if he wants to or not. then, finally: "would it make you happy if you monitored my studying?"

it'd be nice to keep an eye on him, but you're not responsible for him. "don't tell me what you think i want to hear." you chide gently. you tap his cheek with a finger. "what do you think you should do?"

"if you want the truth, i... don't know. if i slow down, i'll be putting my academics at risk; if i don't take my time, however, i'll be putting my health at risk, and," he almost looks sad when he meets your eyes, "i fear i'd be upsetting you even more. that won't do either."

always so selfless. kazuha's so mindful of others -- of you -- that he literally can't make any moves without considering how self-care will affect those around him. this was a new battle for him to fight in addition to the ones he's already got going on; it was going to take a lot of time for this one to come to an end.

you sigh and lean up to kiss him slowly, drinking in kazuha's murmur of appreciation. "you don't have to know." you whisper. "it's fine. just remember that your health and well-being is important. and if you can't remember, then i'll do it for you. how does that sound?"

kazuha's answer comes in the form of another kiss. "i suppose a few more texts from you wouldn't hurt." he chuckles when you swat at his arm playfully. "thank you for caring so much about me. you really are my angel, aren't you?"

your cheeks warm. "don't thank me for loving you." you mutter. "shouldn't you get some more sleep?"

at that, kazuha stands and grabs your hand. "maybe i should," he says, pulling you to your feet, "but i'd love it if you came with me."

"alright, then." you follow him into your room and hug him close when he moves into your arms. it's almost magnetic the way you two find each other every time. you brush your fingers through his hair. "you gonna sleep a little longer this time?"

kazuha squeezes your waist. "i think i'd be here for an eternity since you're here with me."

"sap."

"i always am."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #z scribbles #z anon #z box #z list #mmh yes i would like four kazuhas please.

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

;cut for length;

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP.

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams.

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders.

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts.

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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dating spencer reid would include ...

→ summary: cute stuff

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→ a/n: i felt like this would be a good starting point for this little writing blog! (fem!reader x spencer)

ngl spencer’s got that dr. jekyll mr hyde dynamic going on ,, sometimes he’s rly flustered and nervous and other times he’s vehemently flirtatious and there’s nothing you can do abt it

when you first met, he was super cautious and maybe even a little bit scared?? to be around you ,, BUT that quickly changed !

after a year and a half he’s learned to take it easy and not sweat the small things ,, or at least not as much as he used to

he calls it the y/n effect

SPENCER REID LOVES WHEN YOU KISS HIS FOREHEAD !

he just melts when your hands cup his face and he can feel the love coursing through your veins. he drinks it in like it’s water and he’s been in a desert for a thousand days. and then, you bring him down and place a gentle kiss smack in the middle of his forehead

it leaves him starstruck, completely and utterly in love

you especially like hearing him funnel fact after fact into your brain

you know that you’ll never remember all of them but the second you quote him to himself he just gushes about how much he appreciates you and how much he loves you ,,

“oh, oh! spence! your present finally came!” your excited voice caught his attention as he looked back to see you struggling to carry a large cardboard box into the living room. he rushed to help you, but you shooed him away, telling him to go sit on the couch and that you’d bring it over to him. “close your eyes and open your hands,” your sentence had him grinning like a little kid. “now, i once remember a certain doctor told me that lucille ball was the savior of star trek and i have decided to honor her decision.”

“no way,” a kiddish giggle escaped his lips. he cracked an eye open, but wasn’t able to see anything because you frantically ran to place your own hands over his eyes. spencer huffed, tickling your hands with his eyelashes as he blinked repeatedly.

you squealed when his fingers met your sides, cringing away with laughter. “no peeking! it’s a surprise until i say so, spence!” he jutted his bottom lip out, surrendering and putting his palms up once more. as you placed the box in his waiting grasp, his eyes shot open. much to your shock, spencer took the box and put it on the couch next to him. looking at you with pure adoration in his gaze, he cupped your face and crashed his lips into yours.

“i love you,” he mumbled into the kiss.

“i love you more.”

spencer likes to take you to quiet places, like coffee shops and libraries, but there’s always the occasion when you two will go out with the team n have a couple dozen drinks get a little wildt

one time, a night ended with you both in morgan’s backseat, sleeping soundly on each other. when you two arrived back at your apartment garcia and morgan practically had to carry you guys up the stairs

you like to take him to public, populated places but do quiet things, like going to the park to play chess or going to the aquarium to visit the fish

he really likes to watch you do things

anything from cooking dinner late at night to getting dressed early in the morning, spencer’s eyes are on you

he likes to watch you do mundane things because it makes the horrors he sees on a daily basis a little less terrible, but ! it’s also just because he loves you vv much

spencer is super duper protective of you! when he finally gets a break from work, there’s nothing you can do that could shake him from your side. he’s stuck to you like Glue.

BUT! you know how much he loves his job, and he really appreciates how much you accommodate for his absences

he’s missed:

anniversaries

birthdays

holidays

it doesn’t really matter though because when he eventually shows up at home, there’s no better feeling. him being present at birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays was never as important as him coming home safe and sound

but, there’s always gonna be a time where he doesn’t come home safe

and you’re there for him then, too

sitting at his beside, you had a death grip on his hand as you slipped into intermittent sleep. a hand on your shoulder snapped you awake, as you stared directly into jj’s sympathetic eyes. “y/n,” she murmured, her voice tender, motherly even, “you need to get some real sleep. spence will be fine for the night.”

“jj,” you mumbled through sleep, “you know i can’t leave him.” she nodded, gently brushing pieces of hair from your face. her eyes widened as her gaze moved to spencer. soft fingers caressed your cheek; you turned to face the direction of your wounded boyfriend only to be met with a tired grin.

his eyes were silken, glazed over like two pieces of brown marble. they shone in the white light of the hospital room—just looking at them caused tears to collect in your ducts. you teetered on the edge of falling apart, the act of spencer waking up distracting you from jj slipping out of the room.

“hey,” his hoarse whisper echoed in the small space, and you lost it. bursting into tears, you practically leaped onto him, sobbing into his chest. spencer’s hand traced patterns into your back as you cried; he truthfully was in a lot of pain, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. when you pulled away, his heart ached at the sight of your puffy, reddened face. tears blossomed in his own eyes, the impact of the situation finally hitting him like a ton of bricks. he could’ve died—he could’ve never seen you again. it made him sick to his stomach. “y/n,” he breathed, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorr—.”

you cut him off with a kiss, gripping his face while trying to pull him infinitely closer. “don’t apologize, spence. you have nothing to be sorry for.” your words made his eyelids flutter closed as he listened. “spence, just promise that you’ll keep coming back to me, okay?”

“i promise.”

when everyone is off, spencer rly rly enjoys seeing you interact with his team

it just makes him so genuinely happy when he gets to watch you joke around with emily and jj and penelope and every time you hug each member of his team goodbye and hello ,, he feels so much like a family

ofc !! speaking of family—spencer’s mom!! she loves you and welcomed you into their little family instantly

what spencer appreciates the most was that when he finally told you abt his mother and her schizophrenia/alzheimers, you were completely understanding and were 100% there for both him and his mother

it was rly important to him that his mother liked you, and when he talked w her while you were in the bathroom probably freaking out and she said she really liked you, a Huge weight was lifted off his shoulder

and ! others that are rly important to spencer are his three godsons’ families

jj and will as well as morgan and savannah all love you very much and are happy to welcome you into their families

okay now ,, hear me out—embarrassing spencer at work is simultaneously one of his favorite and least favorite things so you make sure to do it often

spencer had told you that he’d be holed in at the office doing paperwork all day, and you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t remember to get himself any lunch. so, you took it upon yourself to order his favorite indian takeout and bring it to the building. the decadent smell filled your nose as you finally arrived and picked up the white bag.

walking in, you headed to the elevator and were surprised to see derek in the lobby, receiving a kiss from savannah before she passed you on the way to the exit. she gave you a fleeting smile and a touch on the arm while derek called out to you. “hey, pretty girl! what are you doin’ here?” his words made you smile, and when you finally reached him, you gestured to the food in your hands. “ah,” he nodded, “pretty boy forgot his lunch.”

“that, and i like to embarrass him—just a little,” you tacked the last part on with a chuckle as derek placed a brotherly hand on your shoulder. he pushed in the button and motioned for you to enter ahead of him. the ride up to the team’s floor was spent in comfortable silence. morgan played a game on his phone until the ding brought him out of his cellular trance. garcia spotted you the moment you stepped out of the elevator and she ran over, enveloping you in a hug warm enough to melt ice burgs. “hi, pen,” you giggled, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “i’m here to bring my oh-so-smart, oh-so-scatterbrained genius boy his lunch.”

penelope’s laughter echoed behind you as she followed you and derek through the glass doors. when you picked spencer’s form out of the bustling bullpen, your face lit up like a meteor shower. it was possible to see galaxies in your eyes whenever spencer was in your general vicinity. “oh!” you sighed dramatically, pulling almost everyone from their midday work haze, “there is the absolute love of my life, the person i never want to leave my side, my one and only—spencer reid!” guffawing and small snickers circulate around the work space—the day had apparently been so slow that hotch cracked a grin at your antics. but, you saw nothing besides the dusty pink that painted your boy wonder’s cheeks.

“you forgot your lunch again, reid?” emily’s voice sounds from across floor, “i’m starting to think you like y/n coming in here everyday.” the rosy pink of his face and neck seemed to morph into a dark shade of crimson. he reached out to take the food, but you pulled it away, tapping your cheek and signaling what the price of the food was. by now, most of the other agents had gone back to work. however, spencer’s team was thoroughly enjoying the blush he’s taken on. quickly, your boyfriend pecks your cheek and snatches the food from your hands.

“love you, spence,” you practically sang after placing a kiss on his forehead. he stuffed food into his face, mumbling a loud love you, too through the takeout.

nighttime always brings out soft spencer

i mean,, he’s always soft,, but nighttime just Hits Different you know??

at night, whenever spence is able to spend time with you at home—his hands are all over you

whether your cooking, cleaning, doing work, or just watching tv on the couch, you and him are inseparable.

he’s rly not one for a lot of pda outdoors and in public—obviously, he’ll hold your hand, gives you hugs, etc but when you two are behind closed doors he’s extra cuddly

spencer leaves kisses wherever he can reach, your neck, you stomach, your cheeks, until he makes it to your lips and places a sweet peck on them

BET SPENCER LOVES TO TAKE BATHS W YOU !!

most of the time, it’s not sexual. he just relishes in the feeling of the water enveloping the two of you in a soft hug. the smell of shampoo floods his nose as you sit behind him, gently massaging your fingers into his scalp. it always makes him feel brand new once you both finally step out.

spencer doesn’t try to hide himself from you. standing there with nothing but love in his eyes, he takes in all of you. peppered kisses tickle as he plants as many on you as he can before you get dressed in pajamas

he truly can’t stand being away from you for too long

it really does drain him having to be away from you for long periods of time—two weeks is the Max of what he can take, but sometimes, he’s away longer than that

and he just has to deal

sometimes ,, although it’s a RARE sometimes ,, you two fight, but he never ever leaves for a case or for anything rly without telling you that he loves you

it all started when he was late for yet another dinner. you knew how much he cared for the people that he worked with and the people that he saved, but this was the third time in a month that he missed a date. the waitress tried not to let pity seep through her gaze, but it was inevitable. your forlorn appearance made her slip you the check with a small smile, asking for your money in the politest way possible. silent rage boiled inside of you as you signed your name on a copy of your receipt. undoubtedly, you were going to annihilate him when he got home.

you entered your apartment, muttering all types of profanities under your breath. it wasn’t until you turned into your bedroom that you saw spencer—a bright smile on his face and a bouquet in his hands. “who are those for?” you spat, the acid of your voice making your boyfriend flinch away. spencer’s bottom lip jutted out slightly, his eyes searching, trying to figure out why you didn’t accept his flowery apology.

“they’re for you,” he mumbled, casting his gaze to the floor, “i’m sorry.” you huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest. sorry didn’t feel like it meant much when it came up constantly. walking over to spencer, you wrapped your arms around him, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling it to the crook of your neck. you planted kisses along his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

“spencer. i waited. i waited for over an hour for you to show up,” you breathed next to his ear. spencer’s body deflated into yours and a sigh escaped his lips. he tugged you into his body, attempting to bring your natural warmth closer. he murmured over a thousand i’m sorry’s along the column of your neck, placing kisses whenever he needed to stop to catch his breath.

his phone vibrated against your stomach, and you feel the gentle flutter of his eyelashes against your bare skin as he leans his forehead into your shoulder, letting out a frustrated groan. garcia’s caller id mocked him as he stared reproachfully at his device. “hello,” he paused. “yeah. mhm. right now? garcia—we just got back?!” you heard her apologetic sound of garcia over the call, and you placed a small peck on spencer’s nose.

“y/n, love,” his voice was somewhat pained. he didn’t want to leave, “i-i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” it was rare that spencer ever used nicknames, but this one warmed you from the inside out. exhaling knowingly, you let go of him, accepting his latest apology with a tiny nod. reaching out once more, he drew you back into him, enveloping you in a tight hug and swaying from side to side. “you know i love you, right? i love you so much, and i’m sorry that i’m missing a lot of the time.” his words rumble comfortingly against your skin, a little bit like the sound of rain showers pouring on the roof.

“i know you do. i love you, too, and i’ll be here when you get back.”

it’s not until he’s with his team that he knows

and by knows?? what do i mean?? I MEAN knowing you’re the one

the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with, the one he wants to cherish and hold and love forever, the one he wants to stay

a lot of people have come and gone in spencer’s life, but you always assure him that you’ll be there—no matter the trials or tribulations, you’ll stand by him—always

but n e ways ,, back to the team !

it’s a nice night out,, as opposed to getting only a bit wasted at bars ,, everyone, and i mean everyone was at rossi’s house, enjoying a nice italian dinner

you and spencer show up, looking stunning and not even the slightest overdressed ,, you’re wearing a simple purple evening gown to match his suit and tie

the both of you talk around, visiting savannah and morgan, jj and will, hotch, emily, rossi and krystall, penelope, tara, luke, matt and kristy

as per usual, spencer’s eyes are focused on you—so focused that he doesn’t even sense rossi and morgan’s looming presence behind him

derek clapped his hand onto your boy genius’ shoulder, but it wasn’t enough to tug him from his haze. spencer stared at you, laughing with penelope and emily, and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but. rossi looked from reid to you and there was suddenly a sparkle in his eyes. he could see it—the way reid’s hazel gaze shone in the dim, atmospheric dinner lights of his mansion—and, it was obvious. the love that radiated from spencer was undeniable.

“kid,” morgan’s voice finally broke him out of his reverie, “you’re in love. i can see it.” a blush crept up reid’s neck to eventually reach his cheeks, dusting his expression with a saccharine pink. he nodded slightly, ducking his head and scratching his neck. “ah, reid—i knew you loved her, but i didn’t know you loved her.” glancing back at him, you made eye contact and beamed—the teasing of his previous colleague falling completely from his mind.

“you’re right,” he muttered, turning to his friend, “you’re right.” his repetition was louder as he launched into action, walking over to you with strength in his step. morgan’s teasing seemed to be the liquid courage that he needed. tapping your shoulder, spencer brought you away from your conversation with the ladies of the bau and took you out onto rossi’s balconey.

quizzically, your eyes bored into his nervously buzzed frame. spencer gripped your hands, lifting them up to his lips while finally meeting your gaze. “spencer,” you narrowed you eyes, “what’s going on?” smiling against your knuckles, he pulled something velvet and square from his pocket at an agonizingly slow pace. mouthing gaping, opening and closing over and over again, you searched for the right words. the love of your life stooped to one knee and popped the question.

“all this time, i’d thought that love was complicated. but now, something made me realize that it isn’t. you made me realize that it isn’t. it’s simple. as simple as knowing that you’re the one i love, you’re the one i want ...” he choked on his words, tears forming in the corner of his eyes, “y/n ... you’re the one i want to come back to. always. so ...” spencer flicked open the small box, revealing a gorgeous diamond, “will you marry me?”

various whoops and cheers were heard from the inside as you rocketed yourself into your lover, nodding your head with millions of words spilling from your lips.

it was simple.

it was love.

spencer loves you vv much and the feelings are reciprocated tenfold

you listen to his ramblings, you help him through his headaches, you comfort him after nightmares, you love him unconditionally.

you are his everything

he is yours

what more could he ask for?

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b’day boy

anon: “hi hi hi hi!!! how’re you!! idk if you’re requests are on but!!! can i request smth where jaehyun thinks the reader forgot abt this bday bc she didn’t text him all day but she actually flys to seoul to see him?? basically johnny helped surprise him!!” quick pretend johnny is living on the same floor as jaehyun for this fic. enjoy anon! :-)

“hey! happy birthday, man,” johnny greets jaehyun, slapping him on the back as the birthday boy answers with a nod and a tired smile.

the dorm’s still quiet in the morning, save for the boiling water and the white noise from beyond the flat. the taller male doesn’t miss the way jaehyun’s smile drops, eyeing his phone a meter away from him in case the plan’s busted.

“hm… hyung, have you heard from (y/n) lately? i haven’t gotten her breakfast text, which is weird…”

jaehyun exits the messaging app for the umpteenth time, seeing if there was anything wrong with the internet or with his phone itself.

johnny shakes his head at the question, going back to prepare his coffee as he struggles to hold back a smile.

“sorry, jae, i’m not so sure about that.”

he saves his phone as it lit up right as you messaged, spamming to the poor guy about nerves and bizarre situations due to your overthinking mind.

(y/n) the homie: ?????? what ???? the hell do i wear!!!!!!!!

(y/n) the homie is typing…

(y/n) the homie: i’m trying to hard rn not to click on jaehyun’s name lol

(y/n) the homie: unnnnf i feel so bad johnny

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: u know for someone that has my contact name in wack ass emojis, i’m not gonna help you fashion-wise

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: don’t worry k, plus it was ur idea!!!! how’s the packing coming along

(y/n) the homie: haha very funny, i am already on the plane mf

“john, hyung, you already made the reservation for tonight yea?” jaehyun asks sleepily, getting up from his comfy position on the table solely to get a chance at johnny’s coffee.

the other hums, having had made reservations for 12 people. sicheng was joining the boys for dinner tonight and taeyong was bringing his girlfriend as well, leaving one last seat for you.

one last text catches johnny’s attention, hoping all will turn out well tonight.

(y/n) the homie: i’m taking off rn, pls follow the plan or i think i’ll actually cry

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: is typing…

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: overdramatic. i will, just focus on getting to korea safe yea

you leave it as that, buckling in and settled in quick well once the plane had reached a certain altitude.

the present you prepared couldn’t leave your mind, debating here and there whether jaehyun would like it or not.

would something go wrong? we didn’t fight before this, did we?

your thoughts travel everywhere, trying your best to relax while you find a film to distract you. soon, you ease into the movie and then, into a comfortable sleep.

it’s almost evening when the captain announces the landing in a few more minutes, bringing you to open the window.

although the clouds seemed to dance around the plane and the deep blue of the sky takes over the day, the sight provides little comfort as you practice your korean in the plane.

you repeat the restaurant’s address in your head even through immigration, steps unknowingly speeding up at how excited you were.

on the other hand, jaehyun gets more and more worried at the lack of texts, eyeing the single one sent early in the morning at 3am, while you bid each other goodbye on facetime. nothing seems to get him out of his daze, having been reminded several times of the car that was waiting for him.

as the manager wishes him a happy birthday, jaehyun could only thank him half-heartedly, staring down at his phone with a frown.

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: oh man you gotta have like a full on dance number when u enter or something. your mans can’t stop sighing at his phone like it’s a magic mirror

(y/n) the homie: oh nooo, crap, i feel so bad. i’m omw, gotta thank u for going over my korean before this flight

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you learnt it from the best

(y/n) the homie: 🙄🙄🙄

your eyes pass through many different shops and districts, observing the busy streets of korea and it’s liveliness and wondering if you will ever be up to living in such an exciting country.

it was a long drive, your feet unable to stop moving while you kept yourself calm by counting the exchanged money over and over. a notification from @johnnyjsuh lights up your phone and brings you out of your anxiety for a bit, the instagram story filling up the screen as he records the grand restaurant that they would be dining in.

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: you here?

(y/n) the homie: yes, almost. this person right here is very jumpy and tense

johnny 🔥🥱🕴: breathe, i’ll give u the green light soon

(y/n) the homie: kk

with one foot out the cab, you find yourself needing to calm your heart, feeling the familiar heat and adrenaline rush through your body at seeing your boyfriend.

you eye your phone for the last time, entering on johnny’s cue to surprise jaehyun. with his back turned to the event room, your lips naturally curl into a smile as you watch him through the glass panel.

the gentle jazz pouring from the speakers give the atmosphere its intended ambience, as the boys catch up with sicheng and others converse with each other. they keep their cool according to plan as you enter silently, the gift clutched under your arm tightly.

“guess who?”

with your hands over his eyes, you can almost feel his shock.

“what... no way,” jaehyun’s jaw drops, gaining some laughs from the members as he turns around rapidly. his latches onto your smile, the corners of his lips slowly stretching into a grin before you stumble back at his embrace.

jaehyun holds you tight, as if you’d vanish once you left this room. his arms were wound around you all the way by the next minute, leaving you with no opportunity to breathe.

“babe, i can’t breathe,” you blurt out, making the male release you almost immediately before you attack with your own hug, loving how you could feel the rumble of his chest as he giggled.

“was everyone in on this?” you nodded as he turned to his members, most of them donning bright, sly smiles and jungwoo even winking when he met his eyes.

“y’all are incredible,” jaehyun throws his head back in laughter, an arm naturally encircling your waist as you pile your present with the other’s, making your way to your seat after.

dinner is filled with joviality and loud conversation, even coaxing johnny into revealing that he was the ringleader of the plan. the birthday boy applauds his subtlety, bringing the night to a close an hour or two later as each member finishes their share of the cake.

“i’ll come in later, you guys should head back first,” jaehyun states, pressing a kiss to your temple as the others bid you goodbye.

the lean into your boyfriend feels natural, the cool breeze brushing past your face as he interrogates you about you ghosting him.

“i was so worried, i honestly thought you forgot about me.”

you chuckle, “do you think i really could? when there’s valentine decorations everywhere? i wouldn’t forget it even if it wasn’t valentine’s,” you mused, matching up with jaehyun’s steps.

“it would be sad if my own girlfriend couldn’t remember when i was born.”

the two of you fall quiet, enjoying each other’s company as you stroll around the park near the restaurant.

“say, did you like the surprise?”

“like? baby, i loved it,” jaehyun pulls you in, the walk stopped short while he holds your freezing fingers, “thank you.”

you answer in the form of a smile, tippy-toeing to reach his lips halfway as the moon shines on. it settles your heart in familiarity and warmness, never losing that giddy fondness whenever you were with jaehyun.

“i’d travel anywhere to be where you are, jung jaehyun.”

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Aizawa, Midoriya, Hawks With A Clingy S/O

Aizawa, badboy!Midoriya, Hawks with a s/o who likes to cling onto them.

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Takami Keigo x Reader

Again, sorry Anon for not posting this sooner. I’ve been really busy the last few days. I hope this is okay!! I really like this prompt and wanted to try it out with these three fools. </33 Thank you for being my first bnha request!!!! ily!

WC- 1,687

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Aizawa Shouta

The things I want to say about this man…. The things I want to do to this man….. I,,,,, he’ll make your stomach drop…. please.

Anyway, I feel like Aizawa would really appreciate a clingy s/o

Like having someone who pampers him in love and affection is something he needs

Aizawa deserves all the support he can get and will sometimes lean on you when he needs it

Not too much of course, he has a stern appearance to uphold LOL but in private I think he is really soft with you

He loves to hold you when he’s sleeping, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest

He has you sit on his lap anytime, like if he is working on something or just sitting at the table with his phone…. You’re going to be in his lap

It might take Aizawa some time to open up to you at first, but I don’t think he will ever reject your advances……

Whenever you want to hug him or hold his hand, he will let you. He’d probably even let your braid his hair

Someone like Aizawa who spends his entire life taking care of people and looking after them probably just wants someone to do the same for him,,,, he would love the way his kitten dotes on him~

“Shouta,” You call out quietly into the living room where your husband is still focused on his UA work. “it’s almost three am.” Aizawa doesn’t even glance at you, he continues to strain his dark eyes towards his computer. With a sigh you pad over towards him and sit right next to him on the couch. Immediately your arms loop around his waist and you toss your legs into his lap. Aizawa glances at you when he feels your touch and softly kisses your temple.

“Kitty, go back to sleep.” The familiar nickname makes your stomach flutter, even after all these years, yet you refuse to budge. You stubbornly shake your head.

“Only if you come with me.” You bargain and Aizawa nearly sighs at your perseverance.

“I have to finish putting in these grades before patrol tomorrow.” Aizawa rests his hand against your bare thigh and gently squeezes in an effort to lull you back to sleep.

“Just let me do it tomorrow while you’re out.” You compromise and Aizawa continues to caress your legs.

“I can’t make you do that, baby.” Now, he finally sighs.

“Yes, you can.” You push and relax against his chest, resting your face into his neck. “Please, Shouta, I’m so tired. I can’t sleep without you.” You glance at him and pout, knowing damn well he can never say no when your eyes stare at him pitifully like this. Deep down you know that if you tell him the reason you want him to go to sleep is that he needs sleep, it won’t work and he won’t come to bed. However, maybe if you use your special charms-

“No. Just let me finish this.” He tries to go back to his laptop but you slam it shut before glaring up at him with cloudy eyes.

“We are going to sleep now.” You order and your husband sighs before scooping you up in his arms and bringing you back to your shared bedroom. “Yay~ I love you Shouta!”

“I love you too, kitten.”

Midoriya Izuku

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS, my head is full of thoughts when it comes to villain evil Midoriya….

“ If this man *Deku* came up to me he would get slapped, but if THIS MAN *villian!deku* came up to me I would take my pants off so quick “

That is literally, that’s it. That’s the headcannon

Whether we are speaking about just Deku or like villain bad boy Deku, I think either way he would still receive his s/o’s affection with open arms

But we talking about bad boy Deku so let’s steer away.... He’d tease you a little bit,, just to see you get flustered

I feel like this mf would make lewd jokes whenever you touch him, hug him, anything because he can and it is funny to watch as your insides melt…..

He’d take advantage of your clinginess and use it as a way to make you all rattled

Midoriya would drag his fingers all along your sides or your thighs just to see you scold him,,, he thinks it is hot whenever you yell at him

I feel like bad boy Deku would be soooo much more confident than our regular Midoriya is….. he still has the softness of the og but he has the asshole-y hotness of you know,,,,,,

You know who…..

“Izuku,” You groan and try to get out of your boyfriend’s comfortable arms. It is late in the afternoon and you have been laying in bed doing absolutely nothing, except napping, you seriously have to get up and do work now. “I need to do my homework.” You push at his head again but his strong arms only keep you pinned to his chest.

“Do it later.” He snaps in annoyance, though his voice is still relatively quiet. Clearly, someone is mad that you woke them up.

“This assignment is going to take me forever, Izuku please.” You complain and your boyfriend simply buries his face into your neck, his lips pressed into your collarbone.

“I love the way it sounds when you beg.” He teases and you squeak in embarrassment, the smirk on his face makes your heart do flips.

“You’re so,” You pause and bite your lip in thought while running your hands through Midoriya’s thick hair. “infuriating.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you want to have sex.” He responds cooly and you hide your face in embarrassment.

“I have to work on my college applications, they aren’t going to do themselves!” Midoriya yawns and closes his eyes, clearly not threatened by your fists or heated demeanor. “You make it so hard to get out of bed.” You whine and lay back down, tucking yourself to fit snug against your boyfriend.

“I know and in more ways than one, I hope.” He chuckles against your neck and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even want to fuel your ego even more so I’ll just say nothing.” You close your eyes and your boyfriend brings his strong hands to your hips. “I-Izuku!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just force the words out of you,” Midoriya tells you arrogantly and you don’t even think about opening your eyes again, too focused on each of his touches.

Takami Keigo

If someone doesn’t get this man a hug RIGHT NOW,, my sweet sweet poor baby NEEDS AFFECTION and needs it now!!!

Shit with Hawks,,,, I’m just tryna be his kid ya know….

He’ll tease you A LOT, please this cocky ass Kuroo blueprint bitch would be soooo flirty with you

“Did you miss me that much, dove?” He’d smirk when you tackle him in a hug after he comes back from a day of work

“I know you can’t control yourself that much around me, kid, but you can at least try”

Please him and Atsumu I want to rock their shits, and by rock his shit I mean ride his face

I think it would take Hawks a very long time to actually open up with you, much like Aizawa he wouldn’t deny your affections but that doesn’t mean he is ready to portray the same intense emotions back….

Given his circumstances I think Hawks would be very hesitant to have an s/o he can trust, though I also think he thrives off the attention you give him, so clearly he must like you in some way

He can be just as clingy back, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t cling to you like a baby, he’d follow you into every room and even try to go into the bathroom with you

Please…. Please, someone, give my sweet angel the love he deserves

“I’m back!” Hawks announced the moment he steps back into his apartment, he places the container of chicken wings on the counter and glances around at the empty living room. For a moment he finds himself wondering if you’re out at uni until he hears you running out the bedroom.

“Keigo!” You exclaim and nearly tackle your boyfriend as you run into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I missed you!!!”

“How much, dove?” He teases and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. Instead, you bury your face into his jacket and sigh in content in all the warmth he has to offer.

“So, so much!” At that you begin to pepper kisses all over his cheeks and Hawks laughs loudly while grabbing your cheeks between his hands. He pushes your lips together to pucker your lips out and smirks at the sight of your face.

“Yeah?” He lowers his lips to ghost over yours and you try to reach his lips but your boyfriend simply won’t let you. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He croons and your eyes light up, Hawks can practically see your obedient little tail wagging. “After we eat!”

Your boyfriend pulls away and stalks into the kitchen, leaving you to grumble about what a tease he is. You won't fall for his tricks any longer!

“You got the pickled radish right?” You call after him and Hawks turns around slowly to look at you, his face pinched together as he feigns a thought.

“I don’t know… Did I?” He taunts and before you can threaten him, you notice the delicacy right in front of you being floated up by a single red wing. “What do you say, baby?”

“Thank you.” You mumble and Hawks gasps at your manners.

“Such a good girl,” He continues to tease before sliding up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into his chest. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and you watch him carefully, especially with the way his hands are descending down your sides. “maybe I’ll have dessert early tonight.”

~ Taglist.

@yams046 @why-am-i-sad-and-sleepy @xhanjisungiex @xxashshs @chaosamu @angelkogane @augustdearly @kunimwuah @lovellucy

#aizawa shouta x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #keigo tamaki x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha

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secret-rendezvous1d · 3 years

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jealous spence is my favorite 😭😭😭😭😭😭 so can you do smth abt jealous spence and how he would act?? maybe like season 7 spence

Early days.

That’s what stage they were at in their relationship; it was brand new and fresh and they still needed time to really get to know one another on a deeper level, they were new to calling one another boyfriend and girlfriend, and it was a huge adjustment for them to adapt to because work relationships were one thing but having a relationship with someone you work with was a whole new level.

They met half an hour before work began so they could grab a coffee together, she drove them to the bureau and parked up before they sat together for a little while before they were taken into the chaos of the analysis unit, they used that time to share kisses (awkward but they were getting there) and hold hands and laugh and joke amongst themselves before lingering eyes kept them from doing so.

What Spencer couldn’t understand was that what happened between them and what happened before work never got taken into work. She didn’t need to be by his side every minute of day, every second they got the chance, every time they could squeeze it in. What he thought would happen at work, now that they were joined by love and adoration, was that she would talk to him and only him and be with him and only him whenever they had a spare minute to have some personal time before the wheels of the jet went up or before they were called in for a dreaded briefing that they knew would be about something horrific. What he though would happen was that she would indulge him in her life at work, as well as at home, and always be around him... it was selfish but YN never called him that because, well, it was a new thing to him so she could cut him slack for the way he behaved.

So when she left his side after exiting the elevator, taking a turn in the opposite direction so she could pop in to see Garcia, his stomach dropped. He wanted to follow her but he could see Hotch and JJ discussing something important and he felt like it was best he went in instead of following his girlfriend. He knew it was a little silly to be jealous over her visiting a friend at work but he really though she was going to follow him, sit at her desk beside his and carry on their canoodling like it was nobody's business.

And it played on his mind until the day came to an end.

After she had made numerous attempts at trying to be sweet. Sitting beside him on the jet only for him to stand up and move elsewhere with the excuse that he needed a drink, sitting beside him in the car and trying to hold his hand only to fail because he used the poor excuse of sweating hands to keep her away from touching him, working with him on an order from Hotch with the hopes to be able to squeeze in a question as to why he was being a little shallow towards her only to be told that he wanted Morgan with him for his expertise.

It confused her.

She hadn’t done anything wrong... had she?

Had she done something wrong? That was the question that kept playing on her mind when she entered her hotel room, after a long day of being on her feet and using her brain, with the hopes that he had followed her to her floor and tried to make amends after his strange behaviour.

It was only an hour later, after she had settled in and was about to send a text to JJ to see if she fancied going to the hotel restaurant for a bite to eat, when she got a knock on the door that sounded all too familiar to the knock she would receive in the mornings when Spencer had arrived at her door. A smile on her lips but an ache in her heart because she really wanted to know what was wrong, what she’d done wrong, so they could push passed like the day was forever ago.

“Spencer, hi.”

“Hi,” he waves shyly and looks from his feet to her face and then back to his feet again, “I think I need to apologise.”

“I thought I needed to apologise to you,” she queries shyly, one of her brows cocking upwards with confusion because she genuinely thought she was the one in the wrong; why else would he act the way he did? “I thought I had done something wrong and that’s why you weren’t being so friendly to me.”

He indicates to come in to her hotel room, which she allowed (why wouldn’t she?), and she closes the door behind him with a click. He chose to sit on her bed, fingers on one hand picking at the nails on his other, his attention barely looking at her. He looks ashamed, almost, like he’d done something he had instantly regretted.

“Spence?”

“I got jealous,” he says, “I don’t know why but I got jealous. I thought that we would continue our morning at work with the holding hands and the kissing and the hugging but it didn’t and I got a little jealous when you went to Garcia and left my side. Not that you belong there, I don’t own you, but you left me alone and-”

“I thought you were’t a fan of public affection so I didn’t want to kiss you or walk in holding hands in case you got a little upset with me for doing so,” she confirms, sitting down beside him on the bed and reaching for his hand, lacing her fingers through his and squeezing it tightly, “Spence, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“No, I didn’t mean to treat you so badly today. Morgan told me off. Like, I’m not kidding when I say he really told me off for how I acted towards you. He had such a mean look in his eyes that I’ve only ever seen him give an unsub in the field,” he laughs softly and looks at her, a flush on his cheeks that spread from beneath his chin and up his neck, “I’m really sorry, YN. Like, I regret being so horrible. I’m so sorry.”

“You were jealous of Garcia, it’s fine,” she grins cheekily and he frowns at her with a heavy dip in his browline, “nothing wrong with that, baby. Now I know that that is how you feel when I leave you at work, we can make a move forward on how we are at the unit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nods and presses a kiss to his cheek, “there’s no harm in a quick shag in the kitchen before a briefing, you know?”

“YN,” Spencer scolds her, shaking his head. But he would be lying if there wasn’t a smirk twitching and aching to show on his lips. “That’s too far.”

“What they don’t know won’t kill them.” xx

#spencer reid chats #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #matthew gray gubler imagines

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pleasewriteusernamehere · 3 years

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ok so we know liet lived at poland’s house for a bit to help recover from the soviet era but what if for some soviet torture reason or bc he has nightmares abt russia’s house and needs help grounding himself, poland starts waking him up with random facts about themselves only they would know to reassure liet that it’s actually him

like he tried to wake liet up the first or second morning he’s back with “hey, sleepyhead, wake up. it’s poland, don’t worry, you’re okay”, but lithuania just curls up tighter into a ball and tries to protect his head, and it makes poland worry but he brushes it off, because maybe he’ll need a couple of days, until like the fifth time the same thing happens. poland asks about it and liet kinda explains what’s up with him, vaguely, so thst poland understands but he doesn’t have to think too much about russia

and the next morning, he hears poland’s voice - he still flinches whenever he’s touched unless he’s warned first, so shaking his shoulder is out of the question - being really soft, going

“hey liet, its me, poland. you learnt to play the lute when we were kids to try serenading me, and you like making your own jam and thank god you do because you have way too much of it on toast and your hair always gets in your face in battle but you’re also worried that it might be bad luck to tie it back so you can never decide what to do with it”

and liet’s finally reassured and probably starts crying fuck it, bc he can wake up feeling safe for the first time in decades (cue cuddles and adorable fluff and “on the note of jam on toast, I brought you breakfast in bed, sorry the jam’s store bought”)

the facts are sometimes about liet, sometimes poland, sometimes their childhood or relationship

the next morning it’s

“wake up, it’s poland, my favourite food is pierogi and I find it easiest to read printed documents on pink paper and one time I dropped my ring in a river and you jumped in to get it back for me and afterwards we had to swap clothes so you wouldn’t get in trouble and you looked really good in my clothes but I didn’t say anything about it”

it’s soft, and ends with one/both blushing and “I love you”s but most importantly lithuania knows he can’t be hurt and he’s with someone that cares about him, and that poland was actually listening to a lot of the stuff he hadn’t seemed to be

one morning it’s “... and I learnt to be a winged hussar because I thought you’d think I looked cool and...”

later that day, liet looks up from his coffee and goes “po, you really became a winged hussar to impress me?”

in return there’s a soft and embarrassed “maybe... did it work?”

later, when lithuania’s back on his feet more, they start doing it for each other and it becomes a kind of ritual, a way of showing the other how much they appreciate them and getting them to wake up in a pleasant mood, or to tease each other

liet will use “you love baking and you’re amazing at cookies and cakes but you can never successfully do banana bread no matter what recipe you use”

the next week it’s “hey liet, you deliberately let latvia beat you in chess one time and it’s eaten you inside ever since because he keeps beating you for real now”

a month later, far too early, there’s a “wake up poland, you said that the next meeting you went to you wanted to be exactly four minutes and twenty seconds early than estonia so you’ve been planning on getting there at 9:25:40am for the last 3 weeks”

one day, it’s “morning liet, it’s poland, when we first met, you were wearing a really frilly coat that you looked super uncomfortable in and I realised that I was seriously, properly in love with you when you came up behind prussia in that war and I’ve been trying to work out how to best say this for a long time, and I can’t get it right, but I want to marry you”

I’m so so sorry it’s 2am and I can’t stop thinking about ✨them✨

(a lot of the ideas about them as kids are from the fantastic @kyuhu, who does incredible lietpol and hetalia art! the rest is either canonically stated or my own dumb headcanons)

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #aph lithuania #aph poland #lietpol #me narrating this annoying ass blog like

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littlebigafterdark · 3 years

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I'm feeling in a particular mood for some more Logan stuff, (totally not my comfort character who unfortunately is a medium for a lot of angst /s) so maybe the almost-relapse?

the littles accidentally trigger logan's ED (janus and patton help him thru it)

This is a copy pastd from a really long message i sent to liv a few weeks ago, just in case the grammar is weird or somethin!

oOo

context: whenever roman is a brat and refuses to eat dinner, logan gets noticeably more frustrated than with any other bratty behaviour because it hits too close to home to his eating disorder

so...

one day when patton is out somewhere, maybe at his carpentry class ((thats actually slightly spoilers for a big concept for the main blog lol)), logan has both the littles

and roman is bratty and refuses to eat dinner and logan breathes evenly and tries not to worry abt it bc he KNOWS roman always eats, hes just doing it to be annoying, breathe, he isnt actually restricting its ok

and logan was literally holding the baby fork up to vees mouth and suddenly she giggles and pushes it away

"come on baby, yummy time" logan coos and smiles a little but he doesnt feel it, and with his other hand he tickles lightly under vees chin and she giggles and logan smiles and goes to feed her again

but she pushes the fork away and babbles "mo bima!"

and roman laughs "yeah, no dinner! no dinner!" and bounces

and logan is feeling rlly shaky and hot suddenly and swallows thickly and ignores roman, and keeps looking at vee "princess, please open up," trying not to pay attention to how shaky his voice is. "its papa's spaghetti remember? yummy" he nods enthusiastically and goes to feed her again

but again vee just giggles all squeaky and pushes the fork away and looks at roman with a big smile for his approval. and roman is like "yeah vee! rebellion!!!" still so playful

but he hasnt noticed logans chest is heaving a little and hes staring at where vee pushed the fork away and logan was too shaky not to drop it on the floor.

and he looks up at vee and how small she is and how shes genuinely on the lower end of average weight and they need to make sure she doesnt dip down into underweight and thinks about how terrified he is of the idea that if she did develop an ED like he did it would be so dangerous and he cant see his baby go through that and-

it just hits him so so so harshly and hes suddenly crying and roman and vee freeze and look at him. and he hurriedly wipes away his tears and breathes shakily and tries to say again

"vee pl-please just ea--" and his throat closes up, he cant even say the word 'eat' and he gags on his tears and jumps up from his chair to run out to the downstairs bathroom and locks himself in trying to calm down and stop gagging.

and he can hear vee crying and roman - adult now - promising her its okay, mama feels a bit sicky but everythings okay, lets phone nana, its ok baby

and logan is breathing too fast and shaking and crying with his back against the bathroom door, not gagging anymore, but unable to take himself outside

. he hears roman feeding vee, and vee giggling and clearly enjoying the food, but no matter how comforting that is to hear he cant get over that genuine terror he felt when vee refused to eat, its his worst nightmare for vee to develop disordered eating - for any of them, but vee is already very thin and it could be critical, and logan cant get over that

when janus arrives (barely ten minutes later, he must have jumped in the car straight away which is only used for emergencies bc of janus' partial blindness) he speaks quietly to roman, and of course theyre trying to be subtle

but the kitchen is only across the hall from the bathroom and logan hears every word of roman explaining what happened and how confusing it was and how patton wont be home for another forty five minutes and roman didnt want either vee or logan to be alone but they probably shouldnt be around each other right now since vee gets so upset when the others arent happy

roman tries to talk to logan first through the bathroom door, apologising for misbehaving and promising he wont do that again. but can logan tell him what exactly was so bad about it this time? so roman can not do whatever it is in future.

but logan cant bring himself to say anything. he cant tell roman about this at least not yet he hasnt felt ready yet even if its been years and he doesnt know if he ever will be ready to tell roman about his ED

so after realising logan wont talk to him, roman swaps with janus. janus doesnt know the details but he knows theres something about logan and eating and hes made an educated guess from all the fibs hes heard over the years.

"hey, dic" (janus' unsavoury nickname for logan that he insists is just short for dictionary) "do you need a glass of water?"

logans throat is actually dry from hyperventilating and he says with a quiet scratchy voice through the door "yes please"

and when janus brings it to the door he just knocks gently and when logan opens the door to accept it janus doesnt make any comment on logans messy hair where hes run his hand through it or on his glassy red rimmed eyes or on the tremble of his fingers. but he does say "i know it must be so cozy in there" he nods to the cramped cold bathroom "but you might just prefer it in your room"

logan flushes a little and nods, comes out of the bathroom and heads to the stairs, but he pauses at the bottom of the stairs thinking... he doesnt know if he can be trusted alone upstairs. theres another bathroom up there and the gagging has made his stomach churn and he feels FULL from dinner and if only he emptied it then maybe he would feel better right? .... no

so he rasps without turning back to janus "i... i cant be alone"

"look behind you, idiot" janus says and its far closer than logan remembered him being.

he whips his head round to see janus was following closely behind him. janus raises a pierced eyebrow "well, are we going to stand in the stairway all night?" and of course its snarky but its soft too

so logan breathes deeply and they go upstairs to his room. janus makes himself at home, immediately grabbing a book from logans book case and collapsing sideways in logans armchair as soon as they stepped in the room. logan reclines on his bed and sips his water and does breathing exercises and tries to not feel humiliated about this breakdown

every time logan tries to apologise for disturbing janus' evening (he didnt) or asks if janus is sure roman is grownup enough to look after vee appropriately (he is) or insists that he is okay to be left alone now (he's not) janus just murmurs "shut up im reading"

when patton gets back roman just tells him logan isnt feeling good and patton hurries up to see him - and upon seeing his husband logan is overcome by shame that he almost relapsed and relief that his best friend is here and a wave of tears that he tries and fails to blink away

and janus just quietly bids them good night and promises he'll stay a couple hours to keep roman and vee company, but patton insists he stays the night in pattons room (its not safe for him to drive in thr dark) and janus is used to this routine by now that he knows where the spare pillows are

so janus leaves quietly and logan croaks "thanks, old man" trying to sound casual but regretting it when his voice shakes. janus just holds up a peace sign and closes logans door behind him on the way out.

as soon as the door closes logans face crumples and he hides his eyes behind his arm and patton practically bounds over to logan and climbs onto bed next to him and cradles logans head to his shoulder as he cries

they stay like that, cuddling in bed, patton cradling logans head and kissing the nape of his neck and wrapping his arm around logans waist to spoon him and whisper about what happened and how they can avoid it in future

but mainly they just breathe and cry together and patton fills the hours with soft affirmations of love and getting logan a tea and promising its okay if logan wants a cookie with it but logan says maybe later (later turns out to be 2:30 in the morning but at least it really was later)

they barely sleep that night but its all comfort and talking and by morning despite being exhausted, logan feels safer and breakfast goes by without a hitch

oOo

just some notes me and liv made that i think highlights some main points:

logan struggling so much even when he knows that the kids are just playing around and they don't really mean that they don't want to eat, but it's just one of those things that inevitably hits too close to home

it just suddenly hit him! like any other day he can cope with roman doing that, its a small blip usually, but the fact that VEE started refusing food freaked logan out so much bc they genuinely have to keep an eye on her weight just bc shes naturally so small

his emotions about his history with an ED plus his overprotective mama cg space making him nearly go into a panic attack from the thought that vee could develop an ED is very sad and very true

and janus coming right away!! and he and roman handle the siatuation so well, like roman was so smart knowing not to leave logan alone, and janus calling him dic and taking him to his room and staying there until patton gets back

and him crying from just seeing patton because he's his best friend and he can be vulnerable around him is very :'c <3

hes so so relieved to see patton but theres also the slightests "ive let my husband down" bc he thinks bc patton helped him so much he owes it to patton to not relapse - but of course pat reassures him its natural to relapse but he didnt! he caught it in the early stages and asked for help and patton is never disappointed in him

he caught it!!! he caught it and he stopped himself and he let himself be helped by both roman and janus and patton and he didn't even relapse!! and this whole thing is really a sign of how far he's come that he was able to accept their help in his vulnerable state, even if roman and janus didn't have the full story, they still wanted to help him through whatever he was experiencing

#mama logan #little big eating disorder #do not reblog #long post #asks #adorable undead queen #little big after dark concepts

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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heya!! tysm again fr the ikesen matchup, i loved it sm ♡ sooo now could i pls get a matchup for ikevamp, if its ok? 💞 (ps i hope ur doin ok!!) here’s the info again!!

bi girl, i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor or ravenclaw, neutral good, scorpio. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm!!

medium-length straight-ish black hair (side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! 5'5-ish, filipina! im getting glasses soon~

complex daydreamer- i crave affirmation/praise!! anxiety, i overthink sm! quiet w/ others cause idk what to say. im like half funny/playful & half deep/awkward- easily annoyed but guilty after cause im soft-hearted. i have a way w/ words, poetic? hopeless romantic! i tend to be quite chaotic? sorta socially anxious-

not innocent/naive but ppl think so at 1st! i look fine but im a big mess. superiority complex, insecure- smart n knowledgeable. passionate! a kid w/ my twin but w/ others, mature. its hard to friend ppl! dramatic but rather closed off. its hard for me to ask fr help- opinionated but i try to understand. i need lots of space,,,

i like to have fun n loosen up but would also just cuddle n have long convos. forgive but never forget- realist but rather optimistic. good w/ technology! imaginative/creative. near-sighted! rather selfish, i put myself 1st. love language is words of affirmation/quality time- stubborn! observant- sensitive.

a habit- i tend to drift away n just think? i care a lot abt how i look! i like bein the best so i get competitive. keyboard smashes!! i swear quite often. i like bein organised! i like makin faces!!

fun fact: math/history r my faves. sometimes im rlly hyper n say the most random things? i fear judgement, future, unknown, n failure. bilingual, learnin french! fr pda only hand-holding?

likes: gaming, affection, jokes (stupid/puns), space (stars), weapons (swords/guns), music, instruments (piano), animals, movies, books, philosophy, psychology, writing, exhilirating stuff, astronomy, mythology, etc.

dislikes: heat, presentations, naivety, stupidity, blind faith, stereotypes, being pressured, etc.

tysm!! shjsjsjs i changed it a bit- anyway, stay safe!! dont forget to take care of urself 💞

Hehe, you are most welcome dear!🥰❤🌻 I’m so happy you sent in another request! You are honestly so sweet! ❤🥰Soz for taking sooo long! I hope you enjoy this dear and I hope you are looking after yourself! Sending lots o hugs! 🌻❤ @x-joie-x

So I match you with………….. Napoleon

The first time Napoleon meets you was when he legit grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, as he tried to get you out of the mansion. It was not safe for a human in a mansion full of vampire, and this soldier wanted to get you out before it was too late. But alas it was just that, too late. By the time the two of you had arrived at the door from whence u came, it was sealed shut, and no amount of tugging or pulling could get it to open.

Comte, who had heard the commotion, stepped into the hallway to see you and Napoleon trying to open the door. He strode over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he led you and the soldier to his study so he could explain. After a lengthy explanation about your current situation he named Napoleon as your personal bodyguard to help you navigate, the Paris of the past

To say you were starting to overthink and get anxious would be an understatement. Napo looked over at your quiet demeanour and scanned your face to find a glimpse of anxiety. After the conversation with Comte was over, Sabastion came to escort you to your room for the night.

The next few days you spent cooped up in your room. Too anxious to leave, u needed time and space to sort through your feelings.

Your stomach started grumbling, but you just ignored it, cause honesty you were just too stubborn to go downstairs and ask for help. Napo had been pacing outside your door, trying to figure out the best way to coax you from your room. That’s when he heard the rumble coming from your stomach. He gently opens the door and strode into your room, “come nunuche, I made too many pancakes this morning, And I need some help finishing them.” Just as you were about to refuse your stomach gave another loud growl, cue Napoleon bursting out into laughter, “I think its best we feed that little bear before it gets angry.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Napo, as the soldier went from scary and intimidating to boyish and playful in 0.2 seconds. You smiled as you watch the former Emporer of France try to catch his breath through his full body laughter fit. He finally calmed down and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the dining room. A new fit of laughter erupted from the man as you couldn’t help but crack a joke on your way there. The rest of the afternoon was spent cracking jokes and eating pancakes.

Napo found you incredibly amusing, especially how you could go from funny and playful, to awkward in 2 seconds flat. He loved to joke along with you and then tease you whenever you would turn into an awkward mess the second one of the other residents entered into the room.

Especially Arthur, you would often get annoyed at his flirty comments and pick up lines, you absolutely left Napo in stitches when you made a sarcastically awkward comment back to Arthur on afternoon. Napo had learned by now that you were actually rather soft-hearted so the minute he saw the guilt flash across your eyes for being annoyed at Arthur’s comments, he squeezed your hand in reassurance, “don’t feel guilty nunuche, trust me he deserves it. Plus if you don’t believe me, just ask Isaac.”

Napoleon would invite you with him every day to help teach the children at his makeshift school. At first, you were somewhat socially awkward, but thanks to Napoleon and Isaac’s encouragement, you actually started teaching a class of your own. Napo loved how smart and passionate you were. You gave your all in teaching the children various topics, and honestly, Napo couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You taught them everything from maths to history, and the children absolutely adored you. So did Napoleon tbh, the man would take sneaky glances just watching you in your element. When stealing these little glances of you, a lovestruck foolish smile would dance across his face, which most certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Isaac or the children.

After class, Isaac would go off to his second job as a professor of the University, leaving you and Napoleon up to your own devices. Napoleon seemed to bring out that playful side of you, as the two of you goofballs would grab lunch at a nearby cafe. Or have a little picnic in the park, and just spend the entire time quick-firing stupid puns and jokes at each other. You sometimes get super hyper and start saying random words, which leads the two of you to have loads of random conversations. And TBH the two of you are always pulling silly faces at each other just for laughs. You live for those moments when u make a joke or pull a face, and monsieur de Whaha starts erupting with laughter. It is a true sight to behold, the way his whole body shakes, and the sight alone is enough to prompt you into your own laughing fit.

The day Napoleon knew you were the one and only woman for him, was the day he found you in the training hall. You loved swords and weapons so when you were helping Sebastian with housework one day, and you came across a vast display of swords, you were absolutely ecstatic. You wasted no time in picking up one of the swords and swishing it around. Napoleon walked into the room just as you pick up one of the swords and his eyes went wide, “pfft what in the world are you doing?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, as he chuckled, “practising, obviously.”

Napoleon’s eyes lit up as he strode past you to pick up a sword of his own, “then I shall be your partner.” You smiled a broad smile as you went on the offensive and attacked Napoleon. The two of you spent the next few hours smack-talking each other as you fought. Napoleon enjoyed every moment of your fight and the way you were determined to win. He found that competitive side of you rather sexy, so much so that he decided to confess his feelings.

After you had beaten him, he proposed a rematch, but this time he raised the stakes. He went on the offensive, and just before delivering the final blow, he dropped his sword and grabbed hold of you. Smouldering jade blue eyes met your brown ones questioningly, and once he found his answer, he leaned down to kiss you.

The former emperor of France was utterly head over heels for your stubborn optimistic, competitive personality. He absolutely adored what a walking contradiction you were, being both a realist and optimistic, being organized yet messy at the same time. Napoleon had noticed early on in your relationship that you were rather closed off and slowly, but surely he managed to get you to open up to him. The two of you have had many a deep conversation while cuddling.

He found that whenever you were snuggled in his arm, it was easy to pry information out of you. Especially when he would tickle you. He found out a lot during his cuddle interrogation sessions like how you feared judgement, the unknown future and failure, like how you actually care about your appearance and that you have a superiority complex. None of which scared him off, if anything he loved you more for it! Being sure to curb and banish all your insecurities with the sweetest words of affirmation and praise.

Napo like you, is also a bit of a romantic so this dork will 100% plan dates under the stars, especially after he found out about your love for astronomy and space/stars. He will definitely plan small quiet dates for the two of you, away from the loudness of the mansion. This boi will burst into your room in the afternoon, drag you to the stables, plonk you on top of a hose and before you know it you are sitting in his arms reading or chatting about anything from philosophy to psychology under the shade of a willow tree, surrounded by flowers.

Napo loves your writing, and this boi will insist you read him your fics whenever you finish them. He will spend the next ten days bragging about how amazing your writing skills are to everyone, even going as far as to say your a much better writer than Arthur.

Knows you need space and alone time and will give you as much as it as you need. He knows you will come and find him once you want some company again. And once you do seek him out, he will crush you in a warm embarrass and whisk you off on some exhilarating adventure.

Mornings between the two of you sweethearts consist of soft, heart-melting moments. Naturally, the first thing Napo does when he wakes up is, plant a loving kiss on your lips. He will tighten his embrace around you as he cracks open his eyes to wish you a good morning all while nuzzling your neck. He knows you are a sucker for sweet words so he will be whispering the sweetest of endearments to you, in between lazy morning kisses. Best be sure this boy will complement and praise you every single day of your life.

Other potential matches…………….. Dazai

I hope you enjoyed this dear! 🌞🌻and I hope you have a super good day! ❤❤🌻

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strayneoculturekids · 4 years

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SKZ Reacting to you Getting an Anxiety Attack

Warnings: This was a request, don’t get mad at me for ‘romanticising’ a mental illness, because I really don’t see it that way, if you insist on hating me, I’ve already explained my thoughts upon it in this post, and recommend you take a read of it before sending that anon hate. Also, note that I’m only writing this because I believe- well, hope, people who get anxiety attacks can take comfort from it. I’ve also limited personal experience on anxiety attacks, plus everyone experiences them differently, so forgive me if this is inaccurate or just sucks

A/N: I got this request ages ago. Like, literally months ago. I’m so, so sorry to the anon who requested it, and I hope you haven’t been going through a particularly hard time lately

Requested by anon: this might seem a lil weird but could u pretty pls write abt how skz would comfort you when you're stressed/having a panic attack? :(( u don't have to if u don't want to,, thanks bb!!!!

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Bang Chan

- chan gets really really worried

- you’ve told him how many anxiety attacks you get, and he’s even been with you for maybe one or two of them since you two just started dating

- but he doesn’t fully know how yours work yet

- but he tries his best

- chan has noticed you’ve been on edge the entire day, so he does everything in his power to take off as much stress from you as he can

- but it was just some tiny little thing

- like you spill something while getting a drink, or accidentally trip over yourself

- just a tiny thing and you were off

- Chan comes straight to your side

- he was upstairs getting something and he hears you downstairs

- so he comes racing down, almost toppling over at how fast he’s trying to get to you

- and he just sees you on the floor of the living room, hyperventilating, crying, whatever it’s like for you

- and he just

- he’s trying really hard okay

- to help you

- and comfort you

- he does whatever you need him to do

- stay close to you, get something, play music, sing for you, cuddle you, assure you

- he’ll do anything

- It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to calm down, he’s fucking right there next to you for every single second of it

- doesn’t stop when you calm down. He’s still cuddling you. He just needs to know your okay because he really, really cares about you and wants to help you through whatever you’re going through

- “Are you sure you’re okay, baby? I’m here, you know that, yeah? I’ll always be here whenever you need me”

Woojin

- very very extremely protective

- especially if it happens in public

- you two were in a really crowded area

- and he just

- he gets really worried when you start clinging to him like dear life

- and he’ll hold you really close to him, making sure to try and make it so that you’re not touching anyone, or at least making as little physical contact with any strangers as possible

- then you two get broken up a bit by someone rushing past you

- and it starts

- no one notices since it’s so busy, but you’re still worried that everyone is looking at you

- and that only makes it worse

- you’re just hyperventilating in the middle of the streets, desperately trying not to cry and flinching at every little brush up against you

- and Woojin is just trying as hard as he can to push through the crowd to get to you

- finally, he does

- and he wraps his arms around you as tight as he can, pulling you towards his body, probably faces you to his chest so that you can hide your face as much as you want

- and he just walks you to a more secluded area

- doesn’t matter how late you two are to wherever you needed to be

- he just

- holds you

- and makes sure you’re alright

- gets some water

- probably, being himself, he researched some things like breathing exercises to help with anxiety attacks the second you told him that you got them a lot

- and he takes you through those

- or he probably discussed them with you beforehand as well and is just reminding you how to do them

- helps you ground yourself

- “Are you okay? It’s okay, just breathe. I’m here. You’re perfectly fine, just listen to me.”

Minho

- okay so you hadn’t really told Minho about the anxiety attacks yet

- you started dating Minho maybe a month ago so it hasn’t been a long time

- but still, during that time, you hadn’t gotten one anxiety attack, and that was a really big achievement

- really, being around Minho just made you feel safer

- Minho’s eccentric; he likes the attention to be on him, so when you’re with him, you feel like no one is paying attention to you, and that’s really how you like it best, just as long as you get attention from those close to you

- but one day it’s just bad

- there’s no reason for it. It’s just a bad day

- Minho comes over to surprise you because he can do what he wants

- and he finds you curled up in bed, or on the floor, wherever, just rocking back and forth

- you look a mess and it’s pretty early morning

- “Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong? What happened? Did something happen?”

- he asks a lot of questions

- which just makes it worse

- it stresses you out but Minho doesn’t really notice he just gets worried because you aren’t saying anything

- suddenly you start crying and hyperventilating

- he doesn’t know what’s happening

- then it kind of clicks

- and he just

- he feels horrible okay

- he takes care of you as much as he can, making sure you know that he’ll do absolutely anything you need him to do, stays close to you, tells you he’s sorry, tells you how amazing you are, he just does his best

- and it actually helps, because you rarely see Minho so genuinely worried

- once you’ve calmed down and he’s made sure you’re okay, he starts asking why you didn’t tell him sooner

- and he’s just

- he’s trying his best okay and he loves you very much and he’s just worried

Changbin

- Changbin I feel like...he’s had a lot of personal experience with this

- so he’d know how to take care of you well

- but the first time it happens, he’s just really really surprised

- he gets used to it quickly and picks up on what makes you feel better and what triggers it super well

- and he just

- he really really cares about you and he knows what it’s like first-hand to have anxiety attacks and he really hates to know that you know what it feels like first-hand as well

- you two had been dating for a while and pretty much live together but not officially you know

- he was just over at your apartment

- and you really seemed fine

- well he thought so at least

- you guys were doing everything you’d normally do

- cuddling, maybe watched a few movies, cooked together maybe (and I use ‘maybe’ very strongly on the cooking part)

- but then out of nowhere, you just get an overwhelming feeling of anxiety

- and invasive thoughts just flood your head

- and you break down

- “Y/N? are you okay? Y/N, stay with me. I’m here, I’m here. Look at me”

- you start hyperventilating and he immediately reacts

- squeezing your hands tightly, assuring you, making sure you know he’s there, like Woojin he probably takes you through some exercises or methods to help with anxiety attacks

- he’s very calm about it

- but still worried as hell don’t get me wrong, no matter how many times it happens, he’s just as worried as the first time it happened

- makes sure to take care of you and calm you down to the best of his ability every time

- and he does it really well

- overall, he just does a pretty much perfect job at helping you through everything

Hyunjin

- he’s...he’s very concerned...and worried...he has a lot of emotions okay

- you probably tell him straight away, you want him to know definitely what he’s getting himself into when he asks to be in a relationship with you

- he was slightly taken aback, he just thought you were nervous around strangers, but it doesn’t really stop him at all

- he assures you that he’s ready to deal with whatever you’re going through and will stick by you and help you through it

- he just looks so sincere that you don’t push it any further

- immediately, as soon as you two part ways that very same day, he starts researching everything he can to do with anxiety attacks

- he’s had a few before, but not ones severe enough or often enough to know fully what it’s like and what helps with them

- so he just

- he needs to know everything he can to help you

- the first time it happens, Hyunjin gets really really worried but he tries not to ask as many questions as his instincts tell him to

- his mind blanks slightly, even though he researched so much on the topic

- so instead he tries to comfort you with words and he reached out to grab your hand but you flinch away and he gets so scared that he hurt you somehow

- finally, he regains his memories and immediately tries to take you through things and exercises

- anything that might possibly help you

- finally, you calm down a tiny bit, and when Hyunjin slowly tries to hold your hand again, you don’t flinch away

- he squeezes your hand tightly

- “It’s okay, hey, I’m here, please just focus on me. See? You’re not alone”

- he’s trying his absolute best

- like I said before, he just has many, many emotions and is very worried for you but he does really well

Jisung

- I think Jisung also has a fair amount of personal experience on this

- definitely enough to understand

- Like Minho, Jisung’s eccentric personality helps put you at ease, especially when you two are in public

- The problem, however, is that Jisung wants to show you off because he loves you so much and thinks you deserve the world

- He can’t help himself one day and when the attention is on him, he grabs you and pulls you close to him, putting the attention on you as well

- Jisung immediately notices how you grip onto him far too tightly for it to be affectionate. Then he feels you shaking

- He looks down at your face and he immediately realises what’s happening

- without even saying anything to the people he’s talking with, he pulls you away from there, quickly taking you to someplace else

- by the time you two get there, it’s kicked in despite you not having any attention on you anymore

- Jisung sits you down and bends down, his heart breaking when he sees how horrified you are

- “Y/N, Y/N baby I’m so so sorry. I’m here, come, talk to me”

- he grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly, looking earnestly into your shaking eyes

- you’re positively shaking, tears threatening to spill

- Finally, after a pretty long time of sitting there, trying to properly breathe, with Jisung’s help, you calm down

- he stays silent for a while, pulling you into his embrace and just hugging you

- he doesn’t say that you should’ve told him sooner, he knows now and that’s all that matters

- prepares accordingly for anything else in the future and tries his best to never, ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable like that again

Felix

- ...uhm...

- he just doesn’t know how to react

- now, he knows a lot about anxiety attacks and has experienced it himself as well, but not too many times

- when you told him about your anxiety, though, he actually wasn’t particularly surprised, he saw the signs for it beforehand

- he said that he wanted to help you as best he could and that it could never stop him from loving you

- when the time actually comes, however, he freezes up

- it’s only when he realises just how much you’re panicking that he springs into action

- the fact that you’re hyperventilating, seconds from tears and look like you’re about to throw up breaks his heart, and it makes him panic as well, though he still does everything you need

- immediately rushes to your side, looking at you earnestly and trying to soothe you

- “Y/N, please...It’s okay, I’m here...”

- like Chan, he will not leave your side unless it’s to get something for you

- gets everything you need, does anything you want

- and if you’re too panicked to talk, he’ll talk to you instead, telling you that he’s here, asking you to look into his eyes, holding your hand and squeezing it

- hugging you as well if it helps

- absolutely anything you want or need, he will get

- maybe sings for you, but only if you ask him to the first time, though, if he sees that his singing helps once, he’ll do it automatically for every anxiety attack in the future (does that make sense?)

- actively picks up on what triggers the attacks and what calms you down

- he’s trying really, really hard and he’s so glad that it seems to pay off

Seungmin

- Seungmin is usually a prankster right but as soon as you have an anxiety attack he turns into such kind, loving, caring, boyfriend that is extremely worried for you and your health

- and then afterwards he’ll turn into a therapist, but we’ll get to that later

- like Felix, he picked up on the signs beforehand, and wasn’t particularly surprised when you told him, but when it actually comes to it, his mind goes blank and he forgets how to react

- quickly regains his composure and runs up to you

- he’s really trying his best to stay composed and seem calm because that’s how he usually is and he feels like if you see that he’s panicking too that will only make you more panicked

- probably just has a lot of general knowledge on how to deal with anxiety attacks for absolutely no reason but he’s glad he has it

- takes you through exercises like a lot of the other members

- afraid to hold your hand in case it puts you more on edge, but eventually he does once he sees that you’ve calmed down

- “Hey you’re not alone. I’m here, right? I’m here. Look at me, please. It’ll be okay, just breathe”

- squeezes your hand to make sure you know he’s right next to you the entire time

- Seungmins can have a very calming presence when he wants to, so eventually, you do calm down

- finally, once you have, there’s a long stretch of silence

- and then he speaks

- and suddenly he’s serious again and starts being a therapist™

- asks what triggered it, what you were thinking, how he could’ve helped, etc.

- very purposefully learns everything that he can to help you specifically

- Seungmin is just tryna be calm for you, but he actually gets super worried

- tries his best to comfort you and learn as much about your anxiety as he can

Jeongin

- he

- he wouldn’t know how to react

- at all

- you definitely told him about your anxiety attacks before you actually had one in front of him because you knew that if you had one and he didn’t know what was going on, he’d freak the fuck out

- he kind of freaks the fuck out anyways, despite having a little bit of experience with this himself

- especially if it’s in public

- you two were just out, but suddenly the place had begun to get extremely crowded

- Jeongin worriedly looks over to you, tensing when he sees you’re shaking

- he immediately takes hold of your hand, but he doesn’t know what to do after that

- it takes a while to kick in that he should definitely take you to a more secluded area, but once he realises that, he gets you there as quick as possible

- you were just hyperventilating, and the hand that Jeongin was holding ws sweaty beyond belief, and everything just started feeling itchy or overheated or claustrophobic

- he sits you down and grabs your other hand, looking earnestly into your eyes, trying not to show you how panicked he is

- he’s definitely afraid of fucking up and making things worse

- he doesn’t know what to say

- “are you ok? I’m here, I’m here. Please breathe, it’s ok, no one else is here”

- very very very relieved when you start calming down

- he just pulls you into a really tight hug afterwards

- he wants to help but he doesn’t really know how to, just give him some time and he’ll get the hang of it

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cordoniasmost · 5 years

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The Best Accident - Ch. 5

Chapter 4

NOTE: This is my first ever fic! I was terrified to write it but just sat down and let the words flow. This story is in preparation for TRH. I’m super excited for its release and couldn’t help imagining where it might go. This is my take on what happens between Maxwell and MC. Reblog if you like it! :)

PG-13

Summary: After one too many surprises, Maxwell reaches out to his friends for help.

Chapter 5 - Fallout

One week later...

Riley:

Sitting in the limo on the way to Dr. Hart's office, Maxwell was staring off into the distance. He was quiet. He had been quiet for the past week. His smiles never quite met his eyes. She could tell he was trying to be there for her, be strong, but he wasn't good at hiding his emotions.

One of the things she loved most about her husband was his ability to wear his heart on his sleeve. His emotions weren't something she had to guess at - they were always right there in front of her and she didn't need to try and figure him out.

Over the past week, that had changed. He had withdrawn and been distant. He hadn't been cold or mean. He'd just quietly drawn into himself as he tried to process everything that was happening.

She was trying to give him his space because she knew he'd eventually come around. This was Maxwell after all. He'd always been right by her side through everything that had been thrown at her since he unexpectedly came into her life. She knew he just needed time to adjust, then he'd see how amazing this was.

Riley held his hand and gently rubbed her thumb along the back of his hand trying to be comforting. He looked at her and gave her a small smile before turning back to look out the window.

Soon, they were walking through the back door at the doctor's office. They needed to be discreet about this. If the press got wind of this pregnancy before they were ready to make a statement it could be a disaster. Especially with the way Maxwell was acting at this moment. He needed time to process without the press breathing down his neck.

One of Dr. Hart's nurses ushered them into a private room with an examination table and what looked like a machine with a small screen attached to it. "Please have a seat, Your Grace. I'm going to check your vitals for a baseline for your chart, and then Dr. Hart will be right in," the nurse said kindly but efficiently.

The nurse proceeded to take Riley's blood pressure, temperature, heart rate, and blood oxygen levels and write everything down in the chart. "Everything looks great," she told the Duchess.

Riley looked at Maxwell. He sagged slightly with relief at the news that so far everything looked great.

The nurse quietly collected her file and left the room. Riley looked at her husband. "Maxwell, I know this is hard for you. I really appreciate you coming with me," she told him.

He looked at her with a small smile. "I couldn't leave you to face this alone. Even if this has all been a shock to me and I'm not really sure how to deal with my emotions, I want to be there for you if I can," he replied.

Riley smiled at him. "I love you, Maxwell. I know you're doing your best and that's all I ever need from you," she told him.

He smiled at her, sitting back slightly in the chair.

There was a brisk knock on the door, and Dr. Hart poked her head in the room. "Hello, Duchess Riley, Duke Maxwell. Are you ready for me to begin the exam?" she asked.

Riley nodded at her. "Yes, as ready as we'll ever be, Dr. Hart," she said with a smile.

Dr. Hart entered the room with the nurse behind her and closed the door. She said, "You Grace, at this point I'd like to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are so we can estimate a due date. It's likely too early for us to do an external ultrasound so we're going to use this wand to do an internal exam. It's not painful at all, it'll just feel like a slight bit of pressure and then we can see the baby and check its heart rate. Does that sound okay?"

Riley nodded. "Sounds good," she exhaled. She was incredibly nervous. What if something was wrong? What if she couldn't hear the heartbeat? She was holding her breath, heart racing.

Dr. Hart turned on the screen on the machine in the room and pulled out a wand like device. She squirted some lubrication on it and told Riley, "Okay, Your Grace, this may be a bit of an odd sensation. Are you ready?"

"Yes, go ahead," Riley replied, bracing herself.

Dr. Hart pushed the device inside of her and Riley exhaled. It really wasn't bad at all. She could handle this. She turned her head intently at the little screen waiting to see her and Maxwell's baby. She grabbed Maxwell's hand and squeezed. He was looking between her and the screen with fear in his eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to soothe him in that moment but she wasn't sure what to say or do, so she just squeezed his hand again with a small smile and turned her attention back to the screen.

Suddenly there was a small dot on the screen. Was this her baby? She felt tears spring to her eyes.

Dr. Hart was silent for a moment while she looked intently at the screen.

"Dr. Hart, is... is everything okay?" Riley asked cautiously, her voice shaking slightly.

"Well, Your Grace, the babies look great," Dr. Hart said slowly.

Riley blinked. "Babies?"

"Yes, that's right. There are two separate fetuses here and both look great. They're progressing exactly as they should be and both appear to have strong heartbeats," Dr. Hart explained.

Riley's heart was racing. Oh, no. Maxwell was barely holding it together as is. How would he deal with this? She looked at her husband. He had gone white and was holding completely still.

Abruptly he stood up. "I can't do this. I need some air," he explained as he began to run from the room.

Riley just watched him go, a silent tear running down her cheek. How could he not see how amazing this was?

...

Maxwell:

Maxwell's mind was racing. How could this be happening? He felt like he was crawling out of his own skin. He didn't know how to process his thoughts or emotions. He had just walked out on his wife after hearing they were having twins. TWINS. Oh, my god.

He needed to get away. He couldn't do this. He felt the need to run. His thoughts were a jumble of what ifs and he just needed to flee.

As he practically ran down to the entrance to the doctor's office, he called a car for his wife. He'd take the limo they rode to the office in and the replacement car would be there to take her home. It killed him but he couldn't face her right now. He was so ashamed of what he'd just done.

Once he was safely inside the limo, he told the driver to take him to the palace. He knew he wouldn't have to face Bertrand there and could talk to his two best friends, Liam and Drake. They'd always welcome him and hopefully be able to help him straighten his mind out.

Once the drive was well underway, he took out his phone to text his friends:

[Maxwell: Is it cool if I come stay a few days? Am freaking out]

[Liam: Always. What's going on?]

[Drake: Yeah, Maxwell. You can always come stay with us. We'll see you soon.]

[Maxwell: Don't wanna text abt it. Will talk when I see u.]

[Liam: Okay, see you soon.]

Maxwell tucked his phone back into his pocket, switching it off. He needed time and space away from Riley and the... babies. He couldn't even think it without his stomach knotting up and feeling like he was going to throw up.

Time away was exactly what he needed.

...

Riley:

Once Riley was home, she let the tears come. She could never be angry at Maxwell for how he reacted. She knew he was doing his best and her husband had never backed down from a challenge yet. He just needed space, so unless something was really wrong with her or the babies, she wouldn't call him. She'd give him the time he needed. She was worried about him, though.

Babies... She hadn't even had time to process that thought herself. She had never imagined that they would have gotten this news today. If she really thought about it and got past the overwhelming thoughts about what was to come pregnancy-wise, she was excited at the idea of having two babies that were a perfect mix of her and Maxwell.

Based on the way he was reacting to this pregnancy, she doubted she'd ever have another chance to have Maxwell's babies and she had wanted a big family. This couldn't have worked out better for her if she'd tried.

Suddenly her phone vibrated, interrupting her thoughts. She looked at the screen:

[Drake: Head's up, Johnson - Maxwell's coming to stay with me and Liam. We don't know what's happening with you two but we'll talk to him and hopefully send him back to you in a day or two]

[Liam: Yeah, we've got him. Try not to worry, Riley.]

[Riley: Thanks, guys. I appreciate you letting me know. I'm really worried about him. I'll let him tell you what's going on.]

Riley put her phone down. She was so thankful for these men who had welcomed her into their lives so completely. She loved them all, even if Maxwell had been the one who ultimately stole her heart completely.

She knew if anyone could get through to Maxwell, it'd be them.

...

Drake:

Drake had been training in the self-defense gym when he got the text from Maxwell. "Hell. This isn't good," he said aloud to no one. He quickly sent a text to Riley to let her know what was going on and went to find Liam. He imagined he'd find him in his study. They needed to figure out what the hell was going on before they put themselves in the middle of a mess.

He lightly knocked on the closed study door. Bastien, who stood guard outside the door, nodded once at him. Drake was Liam's personal guard but he was more informal, more like undercover, accompanying Liam whenever they left the palace.

No one besides Liam, Bastien, and a few other King's Guard members knew he was actually Guard himself. His position was unique to only him, having grown up with Liam and being his best friend, too. Liam trusted Drake more than anyone else with his life.

"Come in," Liam called out.

Drake opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind him.

"I figured it'd be you," Liam said. "You remember our promise to each other?"

"Of course, Liam. Why do you think I'm here?" Drake replied, slightly annoyed.

He and Liam had promised each other when Riley married Maxwell that they would never let him hurt her. They had both been in love with her, too, which they confessed to each other the night of Riley's bachelorette party after too much whiskey.

That night they had made each other a promise that as long as either of them were alive, they would never let Maxwell hurt Riley. They knew their friend could be flaky and impulsive. They both were in love with Maxwell's wife and as neither of them could have her, they had agreed to make sure she got to live happily with the love of her life.

"So, what are we going to do? I have no idea what is even happening," Drake said, running a hand through his hair.

Liam looked out the window thoughtfully. "There doesn't seem to be a lot that could make Maxwell run away from Riley. You know as well as I do that he loves her at least as much as we do."

"Yeah, I guess that's true," Drake replied.

"He'll be here soon. We'll wait for him to tell us. But we have to get him to go home, to see what he has right in front of him and to make sure he doesn't throw it away," Liam said sadly.

"Agreed," Drake said.

...

Maxwell:

A couple of hours later he was pulling up in front of the palace. He hadn't been back here in about a month and being back in such a familiar place put him more at ease. He felt a little bit like he could breathe again.

He got out of the limo and headed into the palace. He hadn't brought any luggage, but he headed for his room to freshen up and then he'd go find his friends.

Once he had splashed some cold water on his face, he set out to find Liam and Drake. He figured at this time of day they'd probably be in his study.

He approached the doors and knocked briskly. "It's Maxwell," he announced.

"Come in," Liam called.

He opened the door and stepped in the room, closing the door behind him. He wasn't sure he'd ever been happier to see his best friends than in that minute. He almost felt like he could cry with relief.

He exhaled shakily.

"Wow, Maxwell. I've never seen you like this," Drake said, looking at this friend with concern.

Maxwell walked over to the sofa in Liam's office and sat down. "You guys have no idea. I'm sorry to just spring my issues on you like this. I know you're busy, well, running a country and all that," Maxwell said nervously. "I just didn't know what else to do."

Liam walked over and began pouring them each a whiskey. He carried them over to the sofa area and sat down with his two best friends. "Maxwell, why don't you tell us what's going on and we can go from there," Liam proposed.

Maxwell hesitated. He didn't know if he could say the words aloud. He began to speak, his voice shaky. "About a week ago, Riley found out she's pregnant." He exhaled, feeling tearful and ashamed for feeling the way he did about something that most other men would be thrilled about.

"Whoa, Johnson's gonna have a kid? Your kid?" Drake exclaimed, shocked.

Liam looked at Drake out of the corner of his eye and cleared this throat. "Ahem, what Drake meant to say was 'congratulations'," Liam said diplomatically.

"Please continue, Maxwell. You said she told you a week ago? So, why did you panic today?" Liam asked.

"That's just it," Maxwell said. "I'd been trying to be there for her on the outside the best that I could this past week, even though I've been struggling so much inside. I didn't know if I ever wanted kids and I was just getting used to the idea of being somebody's husband. Then this happened by accident and it's all my fault. I know exactly when it happened. I did this to myself and I've been so mad at myself for it," he said, voice thick with emotion.

"I was keeping it together somewhat okay until today. Today we had our first appointment with the doctor," he continued.

"Wait, is Johnson okay? Did something happen to her?" Drake was practically shouting.

Maxwell looked at his friend curiously. "What? No. Riley's fine."

Drake tried to compose himself from the panic that had sprung up so quickly. He had nearly given the fact that he was completely in love with Maxwell's wife away. He took a deep breath. "Okay, then just spit it out. What's going on?"

Maxwell sighed. "Today we found out it's twins."

Drake and Liam both had matching looks of shock on their faces. "Twins?" Liam asked.

"Yep. Twins. I can't believe this is my life." Maxwell buried his face in his hands.

"What do you mean you can't believe this is your life? You're such a lucky son of a bitch and you can't even see it! You've got a gorgeous wife who supports everything you do and she's going to have your babies. How can you not see how lucky you are?" Drake asked him, eyes flashing anger.

Maxwell looked at his friend as if seeing him for the first time. Understanding dawned in his eyes at his friend's impassioned speech. "You love her, don't you?" he asked Drake.

"No! What are you talking about?" Drake shifted his eyes away from Maxwell. "She's my friend, you both are. It's my job as your best friend and best man to make you see what an ass you're being."

Liam had quietly watched this exchange, carefully pondering his next words. "Maxwell," he spoke in his commanding kingly voice.

Maxwell and Drake both looked at him expectantly.

"Do you want to divorce Riley?" he asked seriously.

"What? No! Why would you ask me that?" Maxwell asked, suddenly panicked.

"Well, the way I see it you have two choices here. You either wrap your mind around the fact that you're about to be a father and try and enjoy it, or you leave Riley for good and I can start the divorce right now," Liam replied.

Maxwell looked at his friend with wild eyes. "I could never leave Riley. Never. It's not even a question in my mind. I wouldn't survive it. I need her like I need my next breath."

"Okay, I'm glad to hear it. Then you know what you have to do. I understand if you need a couple of days to do it but Maxwell," Liam paused to lock eyes with his friend, a warning in his tone. "You need to go be the husband Riley needs you to be."

...

Maxwell left the study feeling a lot calmer than when he came to the palace. He knew his friends would put things into perspective for him and it felt good to have people to confide into, to get his thoughts off his chest.

He headed to his room and grabbed his phone. He wanted to let Riley know he was okay and that he would be staying here a couple of days. He missed her terribly already and just wanted to wrap his arms around her and apologize for putting her through all this, but he couldn't. Not yet. He had to be sure he wouldn't freak out and run out on her again.

When he went home, it would be for good. There would be no more running out on his wife.

He began to type:

[Maxwell: Hey wifey. I'm so sorry for running out today like I did. I'm still struggling with everything. I need a few days and I'm going to stay here with Liam and Drake. I miss you like crazy.]

He waited, holding his breath until she replied:

[Riley: I love you and I miss you, too. Come home to me when you're ready. I'll be waiting.]

God, he didn't deserve her. He was exhausted, not just from this day but from the week. He needed a nap. He laid down on his bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the bed cold beside him.

#choices fan fiction #choices trr #choices trh #choices #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #king liam

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hey love 💓 i have a request for sumn really fluffy with kaminari! maybe y/n is alone on a friday night so she invites her best pal denki over to hang out and he immediately comes to her rescue. i'm thinking mutual pining that leads to the confession of feelings??? idk do whatever you think works!! i just really like cute kaminari content lmao

a/n: hey hun! oo yes fluffy kami content i am here for it!! i might do a mini-series for him, don’t know what it’ll be abt but i’ve been thinking about doing lil mini-series for some characters

summary: a boring friday night in your dorm leads to some confessions with your best friend and crush, denki kaminari

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.6k

;cut for length;

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Class had been over for hours, and now you were sitting on the floor of your freshly cleaned dorm room, bored out of your mind. Debating on starting up a movie and heading to bed early or playing some game on your phone, you let out an audible groan, frustrated from the lack of entertainment.

It was Friday night. You should’ve been asking if any of the third years were throwing some sort of party that you’d debate going to or up in the common room kitchen making food.

But now your fingers were typing away at the keyboard on your phone to 'Kami’ in your contacts, asking if he’d be down to stop your boredom from becoming fatal.

And in a matter of exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds, he was at your door with snacks and his own game console so you could play Mario Kart.

“You are an actual life saver.” You hug him quickly and pull him into your room, admiring the choice of outfit. It was most definitely his pajamas, a pair of loose grey sweats with a graphic tee that had some sort of video game reference on it.

“Anything for you, plus I was getting bored too.” The tone in his voice made your heart flutter. And the three words - anything for you - made your face burn. He was always so suave, even in the times that his charm was more comedic than it was actually charming.

“What should we do first?” You ask, sitting beside him, knee touching knee as you glanced at him and then back to your tv.

“Maybe watch a spooky movie.” Kaminari wiggled his fingers at you, leaning in and tickling your sides as you tensed and started laughing.

“Okay okay! We’ll watch a scary movie. You just want an excuse to cuddle me when you get scared.” You teased him back for tickling you. Kaminari rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“You’ll be scared during this one, it’s just come out, and the trailer had everyone going crazy.” Kaminari explained while he helped you find the movie. Turning off the lights, you returned with a blanket and tucked the two of you under it nice and cozy.

It had never felt weird between the two of you, like when you held hands or cuddled. You’d been Kaminari’s friend since entrance exams, and you’d been best friends since the first week of school.

And now that your heart longed to be more than just a friend or a best friend, holding his hand or cuddling with him filled that sort of odd space in your heart.

And Kaminari was the same. He enjoyed feeling your hand in his, or having your arms wrapped around his waist while you laid exhausted in his bed after a day of training in the gym.

He’d been crushing on you since day one, you were the one girl that never pushed him away, or dodged all his advances, you were sweet but tough, kind and sharp, you were everything Kaminari loved.

Slinging his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you closer to him so he could rest his head on yours, his eyes flicking from actually paying attention to the movie to paying attention to you, to the way your fingers with chipped nail polish would reach for some popcorn and then retreat back to laying over his.

Whenever a jumpscare or scary part of the movie appeared, you’d both huddle into each other, too scared to try and make a witty remark about the both of you being wusses.

And finally when the movie had come to an end, an hour and a half had passed. You sat in the darkness while the credits rolled, giggling about the funny parts of the movie.

“And when the slasher was actually just walking and he still killed them, come on now! It’s not that hard to survive.” Kaminari groaned, frustrated that the plot had been so predictable.

“And you would survive one of these scenarios?” You smile, calling Kaminari out on his bullshit.

“I know I would. Because I would have you on my team.” Kaminari hums, flicking the tip of your nose. Your face scrunches up from the sting of impact. You shove him playfully and he pulls you over on top of him.

You sit on his lap and sigh.

“I mean If I wouldn’t die I guess I can’t let you die either.” You laugh, staring into his golden eyes.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” Kaminari asked blindly. You’re taken aback by the question, it had come out of nowhere.

“I haven’t. But please don’t make fun of me because have you had your first kiss?” You raise your eyebrows, praying he hadn’t.

“I have. I’ve kissed lots of people.” Kaminari lied, trying to seem cool. He was shitting himself, he had the chance, the opening, the timing, it was all perfect. You were sitting in his lap, your fingers playing with the collar of his sleep shirt, all he had to do was lean in and kiss you.

Surely it wasn’t that hard. It was a kiss. He’d seen people do it in movies several times, countless times, and he’d heard from Mina that kissing was super intimate even just little playful kisses.

Surely he could do this.

“Are you listening to me?” You pull Kaminari out of his thoughts but he’s quick to answer your question, pressing his lips to yours. It’s short, very short, and a bit awkward. His lips fit against yours, and right when you go to kiss him back, he’s gone, pulling away from you to grin at you.

“Kami did you-”

“Was it good?” Kaminari asks, beaming with excitement. You smile and shake your head.

“It lasted for like three seconds, if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me like you mean it dummy, like this.” You lean in and press your lips to his. You were new to this, and judging by that kiss, you knew that he’d lied.

You guided his lips with your own, going off of what just felt right. Kissing wasn’t rocket science, it was a discovery, a journey, you just had to know how to lead and follow.

Pulling away when you needed to breathe, Kaminari was breathless, literally and figuratively. He stared at you with pink cheeks, awestruck by the kiss he’d just had with you.

“I thought you said you hadn’t kissed anyone!” Kaminari wasn’t upset, but he was curious as to how you’d kissed so well.

“I haven’t.” You were telling the truth, letting your arms rest on his shoulders you rested your forehead against his.

“Then how-”

“I don’t know.” You cut him off, laughing. Kaminari sighed and pressed another gentle and shy kiss to your lips, still unsure of how to really kiss you. It was sweet, but you reassured him that it wasn’t all that hard. You moved his hands to sit on your hips as you kissed him back, leaning more into the kiss.

Kaminari sat up some, taking the lead and finally showing some confidence. When he pulled away, it was your turn to be flustered. You looked away, trying to hide your red cheeks from him but his hands were quick to deter your movements.

“Please tell me that you like me back because-”

“I do.” You cut him off once more, finally looking back at him. Kaminari sighed and leaned back against your bed, happy to know that his feelings were mutual. You giggle and tug on his hands to pull him back up.

“Everyone already thinks we’re a couple ya know.” You tease, rubbing your thumbs over his knuckles.

“I know, believe Sero and Kirishima both keep telling me to make a move already and well I have now but I’m glad I did because god you are just so perfect and I was so scared that you didn’t like me and that I was just stuck in the friend-zone.” Kaminari pouted.

“Are you kidding?! I thought I was being friend-zoned! You’re always so flirty I was just like ‘oh my god he’s gonna reject me if I ask him out.’“ You laugh at your past thoughts, finding it funny that had you just trusted your heart you would’ve been together sooner.

“Why on Earth would I reject you?! You’re smart, funny, beautiful, pretty, beautiful.” Kaminari’s eyes are wide with admiration as he stares at you, a goofy grin on his lips as he holds you closer to him, letting you lay against his chest.

“You’re pretty too, Kami.” You compliment him, kissing his cheek delicately before resting your head back on his shoulder.

“Awe, thank you. No one’s ever called me pretty before.” Kaminari’s hands rub your back, tracing little shapes on your shirt as the two of you talk.

“Well you are beautiful so now you have.” You smile.

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” Kaminari asks, he didn’t have much money, but what he did have, he would most certainly use to at least take you to get a drink at a café or something.

“Of course.” You hug him, embracing the comfortable warmth he was radiating.

“Wanna watch me beat some bad guys on my new video game?” Kaminari offers some more entertainment and you’re quick to respond, hopping off of his lap so you can watch the screen.

You lay with your head in his lap, his hands playing with your hair whenever his screen was loading or during a cutscene.

You eventually fell asleep, Kaminari managing to turn off the console shortly after to doze off with you.

The next day would bring more laughs, more kisses, and more time with Kaminari, and a few congratulations from your classmates who had seen the relationship coming from miles away.

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