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strwbrrymlkjh · 11 months

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I can't say 'hello' to you and risk another goodbye

alhaitham x gn! reader

it was a casual day of strolling through the city looking for a gift for cyno and you never thought you would bump into someone you have avoided for a long time.

a/n: angst, hopeful ending, maybe OOC Alhaitham, title from 'i almost do' by taylor swift

wc: 2.5k

AO3

Every year on June twenty-third, you and your friends gather to celebrate Cyno’s birthday. And with birthdays comes gifts. You were not able to attend his celebration for the previous year so you were trying to make it up to him this year by giving him something special. It was a casual day of strolling through the city looking for the most appropriate gift and the last thing you thought would happen was you bumping into someone you have avoided for a long time.

As it turns out, listing off TCG card shops inside your head was not a very good idea as you will be too preoccupied to notice the the tall figure standing in your way, too immersed in his own world as well.

It all happened so fast. One second you were walking and the next, a strong hand is holding your forearm to prevent you from falling face first on the sidewalk and embarrassing yourself in front of countless people. You are about to apologize for not looking at where you are going and having your head in the clouds but your words get caught in your throat once you take a good look at your savior.

Standing in front of you with the same towering height, serious and calculating eyes and extremely familiar soundproof earpieces is your former boyfriend Alhaitham. Scanning him from head to toe, you think that you might fall again despite his strong grip on your arm. You will gladly do so and let the earth swallow you from where you lay if it means saving yourself from interacting with him.

You are convinced that the universe is out to get you as Alhaitham slowly and carefully lets go of your arm and removes the device covering his ears.

"Are you hurt?” He asked while placing the earpieces on his neck. You shook your head no as you brushed off the imaginary dust on your pants. The feeling of his touch lingers on your arm.

"I should ask you the same thing. I was not really looking at where I am going so it was my fault for bumping into you. Sorry.” You responded sheepishly while staring at the tiles that adorned the street.

"I’m fine.” Still a man of few words, you taught.

You finally had the courage to steal a glance from him only to find that he was already staring at you. Averting your gaze as quickly as possible, you started thinking of ways to flee. You wanted this meeting to end as soon as possible, to run as fast and as far away from here as you can, but you couldn’t. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor as you tried to make up excuses in your head.

Oh, that’s it. You should just tell him that you were looking for a gift for someone.

"Uhm, I should -” you started.

"Are you here to buy something for Cyno?”

You stopped in your tracks. Ah, yes. Cyno is one of your mutual friends.

You almost forgot about that fact as it has been a year since you last spent time with Alhaitham. Twelve months of radio silence and actively going out of your way to avoid him. Anyone would think that you two had a bad breakup. If only that was what really happened.

You have been captivated by Alhaitham the first time you saw him when you were children. As a child, you did not understand why but he was the first and only person that made your heart beat so fast you could feel it on your tongue.

Confessing your feelings for him was a spur-of-the-moment decision. He just looked so beautiful that day silently standing beside you as you wait for your fellow scholars at Pardis Dhyai. His turquoise eyes glowing in the sunlight, gray hair dancing in the wind. You would not have been able to stop yourself from telling him that you like him even if you wanted to. To your disbelief, the aloof and stoic man agreed to go out with you.

Everything was going well at first. You were trying to get to know him on a different level - memorize his quirks, the things that make him tick. All your friends are happy for you both. But soon enough, the consequences of entering something without giving it much thought caught up to you.

You were hoping for a change in him once you became his significant other. Maybe a little more affection and communication. Instead, you felt alone in the relationship - always the only one to remember the important details about the other, always the only one initiating and planning dates.

You did not want him to change. You just wanted him to make you feel that he wanted you too. That he wanted to stay in this relationship with you.

At some point, you felt that you were burdening him with your presence, that you were disrupting his life. You start drowning yourself in what-ifs, your insecurities like fire gnawing at your stomach. Maybe he really is not the one for you, that there is someone out there for him. Someone you could never be; a person kinder and better than you. Better for him.

Ending what you had was not something you thought would happen but thinking about prolonging the agony for the both of you was more than enough reason to call it quits. So you did. And just like when you two got together, he simply nodded his head and agreed to break up with you.

You knew that being in his presence, even as friends, would only make you fall harder than ever before. You were trying so hard not to regret your decision so you decided to keep your distance. No speaking to each other, no stealing glances. You even refused to be in the same room as him until you have completely moved on.

In the past year where the both of you did not have a single significant interaction, you were confident that any trace of affection for him has completely disappeared. You thought you would be able to look at him without feeling any pain or regret.

That was not the case, it seems.

You were back to square one, feeling exactly the same way you felt that day you confessed to him. You wanted to reach out and wrap your arms around his waist, card your fingers through his hair, stare into those eyes and get lost in them. But you know you can’t do those things anymore.

You noticed that he was still waiting for your answer so you nodded, not trusting your words.

"I should get going.” You whispered, not wanting to spend another second in his presence lest you cry and confess your feelings for the second time.

It was rude to just leave him there without saying a proper goodbye but your tears were threatening to spill from your eyes so you just gave him a nod and without waiting for his reply, turned around and began walking away.

A quick escape is what you were expecting. What you were not expecting was nearly jumping out of your skin when his large hand made contact with your wrist and pulled you back to where you were standing seconds ago.

You stared at him with wide eyes, and judging by the look on his face, he was also shocked by what he had done. It took him a few more moments to get out of whatever trance he was in and he quickly released your hand.

“Uhm.” You did not know what else to say. Even after all this time, Alhaitham still has that effect on you.<

"I need your help,” He said. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate.

Noticing this, he added, “I have not chosen a gift for Cyno yet.”

Ohh

“Is it alright if I come with you?”

Everything in you was screaming to say no and walk away just as you planned. But you know you can never refuse this man, another thing that remains a fact even if you are not together anymore.

“Sure. No problem.” You responded in a small voice. You are convinced that your mind is playing tricks on you when you see a small smile grace his handsome face. His smiles were rare, after all.

“I was planning on buying something from there.” You pointed to a nearby trinket shop with TCG card banners hanging at the front.

“Lead the way.” He pushed the glass door and let you step inside first before trailing behind you. Your eyes scanned the objects on the display shelves and you felt the tears pricking your eyes once again.

“Alhaitham.” you called out his name which caught his attention. Saying it out loud felt foreign to your tongue after a long time of only whispering it in your head. The man turned around and stared at you.

“I’m going to look for TCG cards over there.” You pointed at the back of the shop. He kept his gaze on you for a few seconds before nodding his head.

You wiped the stray tears that escaped from your eyes while looking at the cards. You were not in your right mind to pick anything decent so you made it your goal to agree on the first thing that Alhaitham picks and leave like you originally planned to. You can always come back here before Cyno’s birthday anyway.

You lingered for a few more minutes, giving Alhaitham enough time to pick something. It was then that you noticed a shelf displaying preserved flowers in glass encasements. One particular flower caught your eye, a Padisarah.

It looked so beautiful inside the glass encasement, as if suspended in time. You smiled at the thought. If only you could have frozen time that day you confessed to Alhaitham, when the only thing you can feel is the overwhelming love you have for him. Maybe you would not feel as if a part of you was missing. Maybe then you would not have to spend sleepless nights being a prisoner of your thoughts, dissecting every interaction with him, trying to find some sort of signal that he likes you as much as you like him. Until now, it was almost impossible to tell how he feels about you.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to notice Alhaitham’s presence behind you.

“Have you found something?” You were startled as you suddenly heard his deep voice. He has caught you staring so intently at the flowers that he can’t help but examine it too.

You needed to get out of here. “I have to go. Kaveh told me he needs help with things.” was your lame excuse.

Alhaitham looked like he was about to say something. Instead he kept his mouth shut and nodded his head with an indescribable look on his face. You felt bad for lying but you did not want to break down inside the store in front of him.

“I’m sorry. Maybe you’ll find something here.” You headed straight for the shop’s doors. You have no idea where you are headed but you really just want some place where you can let your tears out.

You have always been an emotional person. It was one of the key differences between you and Alhaitham. Despite this, he has been very patient with you - always accompanying you to wherever you wanted to go, helping you with the lessons that you found difficult to understand, silently listening to your rants after a bad day. The memory made you realize that he showed his affection for you in his own ways.

Maybe he was not lacking, you were simply not content.

You have not made it to your car when the unshed tears started escaping and soon enough, you were bawling your eyes out. For the first time since you convinced yourself that you have moved on, you allowed yourself to cry.

You were sitting on the curb trying to control your breathing when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. Lifting your head, you saw a disheveled Alhaitham holding a paper bag with the logo of the shop where you left him.

You did not have time to wipe your tears away when he suddenly bent down and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

I am so sorry,” the man whispered, his hold around you tightening. You were too shocked to even say a word. What is going on?

“I know I am the last person you want to see but I need you to know that I am so sorry for not saying anything and letting you walk away. I should have - “ his voice cracked.

“I should have said something.” he rested his head on your shoulder. You, still at a loss for words, became acutely aware of the close proximity of your faces. At this angle, you could see how tightly he has his eyes closed, as if stopping tears that are threatening to spill.

In a hoarse and broken voice, he continued, “Everyday, in a sea of faces, I find myself looking for yours. I missed you so much. You have no idea.”

You placed your hand on his cheeks urging him to pull back and allow you to properly look at him. It was the first time that you have seen him with this distraught and worried look on his handsome face.

He lifted the paper bag on the floor behind you and presented it to you. You opened the bag and the content was not something you were expecting. It was the preserved Padisarah you were staring at earlier.

You did not know what to say. You did not know what this meant. You looked at Alhaitham, hoping he has the answers to your unsaid questions.

“I thought you were shopping for Cyno.”

“I wasn't,” he admitted. Then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for something. “I had no idea how to keep you from leaving and it was the only excuse I could come up with.”

"Please accept it. I will not inconvenience you any longer.” Your eyes widened at his words. He took your silence as a sign that you did not want anything to do with him. He started getting up and walking away but you were still frozen in your place.

You were hesitating, still in the prison of what-ifs you made for yourself. Between the both of you, Alhaitham was never the emotional one but he had been very honest with his feelings today and it was only fair for you to reciprocate. This was the second chance that you did not know you had been waiting for and you’ll be damned if you let it slip away.

Wiping your eyes, you stared at the flower as you placed it back carefully inside the bag before chasing after the man you’ve loved for so long that you can’t imagine ever loving someone else again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham angst #i wrote this instead of sleeping #getting back together #hopeful ending #genshin x reader #genshin #alhaitham x y/n #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin alhaitham #tags are hard

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tabitha12 · 1 month

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Oh, pleese, I need Dark!coryo so badly. Love his possessive ass. Can someone write anything? I even have some ideas. Maybe it will help you to find inspiration.

1. Peacemaker!coryo. Reader is a medical nurse in 12. She helps coryo with a snake bite after his return from forest and breakup with Lucy Gray. She is kind and pure so he becomes really possessive trying to make her his own girl and not to end up like Lucy. It starts innocently with some flowers and gifts but we all know how it's gonna end.

2. Coryo came back from a 12 district. Seeing that girl he likes doesn't wanna be with him he starts to poison her, not to kill but to feel sick. Pretending that he is seeking the cure he just uses it to control her. She feels better when she is kind with him but every time she tries to live he makes her feel bad. In the end she has no choice but to be his wife.

3. Reader is a volunteer in Hunger Games. She is 100% againsts it and wants to show that it's madness to kill each other. In her interview she is clear that she will not fight and is ready to die. President!Coryo sees it and decides to make her a winner to leave with him. He threatens one of the tributes to kill his family so this guy has to protect the reader. In the end just to of them left and reader ready to commite suicide thinking that she doesn't deserve winning. But Coryo sends snakes who kill guy tribute and makes his girl a winner.

4. Coryo is a teacher in university and he becomes really possessive about one of his students. Reader is about 16 and she's shy and naive. Coryo controls her, not letting her leave. And when he sees her with another student he becomes feral and makes her move to her apartment and become his. After graduation she becomes his personal assistant and almost his property.

Any volunteers?

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #dark!coriolanus snow #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow fic

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thekatebridgerton · 10 months

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I've been listening to ' All my exes moms' by Brooke Alexx on repeat.

it just got me thinking about how the entire song could just be the Bridgerton partners talking about Violet.

Like imagine that Simon, Kate, Penelope, Sophie, Phillip, Michael, Gareth and Lucy used to date the Bridgertons but for some reason or another broke up with them. That doesn't mean that they broke up with Violet!. Who is the kindest nicest mom ever.

And the Bridgertons finding it supremely awkward that their exes just refuse to cut contact with their mom.

Kate be like ' I broke up with you, not with your family, I can take your mother out for dinner if I want and my mom agrees' Anthony has no refutal for that because he was the one who pushed her away untill they broke up since he was too close to falling inlove. And whenever Kate feels too lonely, she just calls up Violet and just tells her all about her life, and the things she feels she can't tell Mary. Because Violet is a 'cool mom' and she gets Kate

Phillip, Sophie and Penelope would so rather spend Mother's day with Violet, and frequently overdo it with the mothers day gifts. Because Violet is the only mother figure who's ever made them feel warm and accepted. To the point where Violet tells Eloise, Benedict and Colin to keep their mothers day visits short because her favorite adopted kids are taking her on a cruise for mother's day and really she doesn't want to make those sweet children uncomfortable.

Simon often hangs out with Violet whenever she's visiting lady Danbury and Simon low key brag about how he's doing in the recent performance reviews at work and his recent wins at the boxing ring, Violet thinks its cute and she's the good cop to Lady Danbury's bad cop. Because Anthony is just as workaholic as Simon, her darling ex son in law really needs a break, 'dear Simon have you heard about Yoga. Or maybe Kapoeira is more your thing. Much more relaxing than boxing'

Gareth and Lucy like to bring Violet their report cards and University awards because at least she gets excited when they get good grades. They usually join Violet Saturday mornings for brunch to tell her all about how much their families drive them crazy and how hard Lucy is working to get a scholarships to some Ivy league school, far away from her uncle. While Gareth moans about how Uni is actually the worst because of how hard his teachers are. Violet understands them, because she had to scrape by in school too, mom Violet will help with homework!

Meanwhile there's Violet actual children who have to listen to her talk about how sweet their exes are and really she doesn't understand why the breakup happened before those darling children are angels. Because it's obvious that Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth and Gregory are still pinning after the one that got away

'Mom may I remind you she broke up with me, not the other way around'

'telling a girl you're incapable of loving her will get you that reaction Anthony, really I raised you better than that, Kate is an absolute Gem'

'We just wanted different things in life mom'

' Sure you did, darling Sophie wanted stability and you just wanted to keep everything ambiguous, Benedict if only you had just....'

'He just doesn't want to start a family'

'Did you think to ask why? Daphne, this is Simon we're talking about, his definition of family might not be the same as yours, why if you knew....'

'I'm the victim here mom! Penelope is the one who picked her career over me'

'Well to be fair, her career isn't going to wake up and hightail to Tahiti the moment she asks for a wedding ring Colin, that sweet girl, I can't believe you broke up over that '

' We just weren't right for each other, everything happened too soon and he didn't even tell me he loved me'

'You ran scared because he was too good to you and you were afraid that the other shoe would drop. Poor Phillip, he's still wondering what he did wrong '

'Well Michael did hightail to India to avoid me'

'He was obviously avoiding his feelings, you didn't need to be so harsh on him Fran'

' he's the one who broke up with me for being too much of a trust fund kid, ugh, I can't help it if my family is rich'

' Gareth is a mature person Hyacinth, the boy just thought you didn't take his money problems seriously!'

'Haselby is gay mom, Lucy seriously would rather go to prom with a gay guy than date me'

'Gregory for the last time, stop mopping, she isn't dating Ricky Haselby to spite you, she's just helping a friend save face Infront of his father, you were the one who blew things out of proportion'

And for the Bridgertons it just feels like Violet is taking their exes side. But really she's just trying to convince them to get back together, because she knows they all still love each other.

#bridgerton #exes to lovers #polin #kanthony #philoise #benophie

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can I request a Steven universe ask where a gem who sings, and since it's valentines day, it starts to sing love songs and acts like it's in love. But the gem is a really good actor, that's why it feels and How would Steven and spinel react to this

I'll do some short concepts for this as it's meant to be one character per ask. I couldn't tell if you meant sharing or not. I tried to write how I read your ask so I hope I did what you wanted/you like my take.

Here's a really late valentine's themed ask as usual, lmfao.... I probably should have prioritized these.

Yandere! Steven + Spinel with Singer Gem! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Delusional behavior, Stalking mention, Violence implied, Kidnapping implied, Slight manipulation, Poor mental health, Forced relationship.

You are meant to be a Gem entertainer.

Your job is similar to that of a Spinel or a Pearl.

You're not that high in the Gem caste and are meant to sing songs in shows for the Diamonds.

At least... that was your job prior to Era 3.

Now you sing songs for everyone, it makes you happy.

As a Gem living on Earth you've been learning from humans around you.

It turns out today is a holiday meant for "love".

To attract more to your show you begin learning songs for this holiday.

It just so happens while you sing... your songs seem to attract your yandere.

They're already so delusional about you they're convinced you're singing about them.

As a result... you get your taste of twisted love this Valentine's Day.

⭐️Steven Universe (AU after Future)⭐️

Steven has been watching your shows for awhile.

In Beach City you perform concerts to keep the citizens in a good mood.

It's not like you get tired, either.

You sing because you're happy fulfilling your purpose like a lot of other Gems.

He's a bit nervous at the fact he's fallen for you....

He knows he shouldn't be rebounding from Connie... yet he guesses he can't help it.

The young man shows up to your shows each time to hear you sing.

Steven has admittedly been feeling upset about this time of year due to his breakup and mental health.

Valentine's Day... a day of love.

Not in the right state of mind he finds himself wandering to your newest concert.

A Valentine's Day Concert.

Safe to say while he listened to you singing love songs like a radio he let his delusions take over.

When you sang... it really sounded as though you were in love.

Steven's been watching you to the point his obsession is pretty solid.

He wonders if you've noticed him....

Did you feel the same about him?

Maybe you picked him out from the crowd and dedicated your songs this time to him.

He must be your favorite...!

To anyone else this would be an insane conclusion.

However, Steven is not in the best mental state.

You have no idea about his feelings.

You're completely unaware about the new stalker and savior of the universe obsessed with you.

He's convinced that your singing is genuine and that you're yearning for him.

Steven decides that he has to confess to you today.

Sure, you may be a bit new to love, but he'll guide you!

Once the concert finishes Steven leaves to buy flowers of your Gem color and metal jewelry.

He tries his best to choose what goes well with you.

By the end of the night, Steven finds himself on the doorstep of the house you're staying at.

When you open the door you're left perplexed.

"I- um... I came after hearing your songs-"

Not knowing Steven's intent, you let him in.

You have no idea about his feelings portrayed in the gifts...

You also have no idea he'll poof you if you reject his advances.

"Happy Valentine's Day... I got you these!"

💖Spinel (Future)💖

Spinel is also a Gem meant for entertainment!

She's meant to be more of a jester while you're a singer, however.

There's been times she's wanted to do an act with you!

All the humans here love you.

She thinks up at Homeworld you'll be loved among the Diamonds!

It was sort of your old job, anyways....

Spinel probably fell for you in a similar way to Steven.

She's seen your shows for awhile now and fell for you and your voice.

Spinel herself isn't sure about Valentine's Day just like you.

A day to celebrate love just isn't in Gem culture.

Even if it was, she's been isolated since Pink left her in the garden....

Spinel has healed more by the time she's met you but still can't grasp proper love.

Although, when she hears her new favorite Gem is holding a concert for this special day in human culture she has to go.

Spinel is struggling to understand the love songs you sing but she feels they're meant for her.

She can't help but fall for the words that flow out of your mouth.

She may not be ready to love another again... but your song is like a siren's call.

She thinks with you it'll be safe to give things another shot.

Spinel spends some time on Earth after the concert to immerse herself in the way humans celebrate this holiday.

Maybe the two of you can create a Gem way to celebrate?

You continue to sing as normal to your fans while Spinel listens to every note you chirp.

The Gem plans on taking you to Homeworld with her to perform together... like those in love would do...!

You're unaware of her plans until she surprises you with cards, balloons, flowers, etc....

She grabbed what she could to show her feelings, even if you're still trying to understand.

"Hey there! Heard your songs, felt we should do a little CELEBRATION! Together, y'know? ... well?"

Spinel is very eager to show how she feels towards you.

Confused, you go along with it.

It's fun with her which is expected, Spinel is meant to be fun.

All of this is meant to lure you in and prepare you for Spinel's main plan.

She wants to get you off this planet and to Homeworld where she can show you how much she loves you.

"We're having so much fun! I knew you loved me...."

#yandere steven universe future #yandere steven universe #yandere spinel

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mardibum · 2 years

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It took you long enough

Chapter I: A fresh start

Relationships: Quicksilver x fem!reader — Warren Worthington III x fem!reader

Warning: angst but nothing else (things will get smutty at some point, but not in this chapter)

Summary: The story takes place in 2022, in an AU similar to our world, so there are no mutant powers. Reader is a french girl entering our heroes university (kind of similar to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters). She will meet characters from the X-Men Universe, making friends, meeting boys, finding her way in this life. I don’t want to spoil anything but there will be a love triangle, a very slow burn and some smutty stuff towards the end. Just remember that I’m a Maximoff girl ;)

Author’s notes: This is my first time posting a fanfic omg!! I am french (like the reader, yes), so I’m really sorry if there are mistakes. Don’t hesitate to tell me, I would be happy to correct things! Tell me if you like the story, I will be updating the following chapter very soon

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Entering this new school was quite a challenge for you, but after all, maybe it was what you needed. You left France to start studying in the US, near New York, after a hard breakup. You needed a fresh start, new people to meet, a whole new world to discover. This university had a great reputation and with your grades in France, you had had no difficulties to integrate their program. Before leaving France, you had been very eager to go; but since you arrived, you were starting to feel very stressed. What if you had made a terrible mistake? What if you could not make new friends?

You were there for just two days and already regretting it. You spent the first two nights at a hotel, waiting for the welcoming week at your new school. You were told that a lot of activities and parties would take place during this time. You felt anguished at the idea of meeting new people, even though you came here for this exact purpose. Maybe it was not too late to come back to France and reintegrate your old school.

You were supposed to finish your Master Degree in mathematics there since you had already studied for four years in France. The dean had made a speech for you, newcomers. It was a bald man in a wheelchair named Charles Xavier, who seemed quite nice. There were very few new students with you at this presentation, since it was just for people integrating a master degree from another school, like yourself. You had watched the other people around you, but did not get the nerve to talk to any of them, anxiety and shyness washing over you.

As you got out of the classroom where the presentation took place, you remained standing in the beautiful wooden hall with your two suitcases, people swarming around you. You were told by the dean that students were supposed to show you the building and that you got to present yourself to more meetings during the week. But, something felt quite off, like you did not really belong there and it was starting to make you feel very anxious. You were starting to plan your escape when a girl wearing a very colorful outfit came right to your direction to greet you:

“Hey! You’re one of the new students right? I don’t think I have seen you before! My name’s Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.”

She was shaking your hand quite vigorously, a big smile on her face, obviously waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh! Hi, my name is Y/N YL/N. And yeah, I’m new here” you said sheepishly.

“ Oh my god, she said. Are you french?? Oh my god, your accent is sooooo cute! You’re going to make a lot of people fall for you, I’m sure! I’m already thinking about people I could introduce you to! Do you prefer girls or guys? Or both? Or none?”

“ Oh thank you, but I’m really not ready for that right now” you said, feeling embarrassed. “ I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, so I think I’m going to stay away from boys for the moment.”

“ Oh, I’m really sorry sweetie…” she said, and you were sure she meant it. Maybe finding a friend might not be so difficult after all. “But you know, some times, the best way to forget about a guy is to fuck another guy. And I have a bunch to introduce you to” she added, winking at you.

You felt your cheeks warming at her words. You were definitely not ready to “fuck another guy”, but at least this girl was quite nice and fun. And it could not hurt to meet new people.

“Ok” she said, “I am supposed to show you the different classes, offices, libraries, cafeterias, etc. We are going to do that quickly so that I can bring you to your room and then we will go to the welcoming party in the park and you will tell me everything about you!” Her speech flow was very quick, so was her path inside the building. She really was something and you liked her energy. She was showing you every room of this amazing building. Even for a French girl like you, it was quite astonishing. Everything was stone and wood. Your school in France was very different, you had not had the chance to go to a very prestigious university there.

While she showed you the cafeteria, she asked you if you cooked. “Yes, I do. Quite a lot actually” you answered, a light smile on your lips. “Oh my god!” she said, “you’ll have to cook for us! Peter is going to love you, he is such an ogre!”. You had no idea who this Peter guy was, but you were happy to know that your cooking skills could be useful here.

“You’ll see, we have the cafeteria but we also have a huge kitchen at the end of the building, near the dorms. I hope you’re going to make us some delicious french meals, I can't wait!!”

You laughed at her reaction and that’s when you saw him. One of the most handsome guys you had ever seen. Oh god, you were so fucked. He was standing 10 feet away from you in the hallway, talking with a very beautiful dark haired girl. You felt a pinch of jealousy in your heart when you saw them laughing together, even though you did not know who that guy was. Jubilee must have seen you gazing at him because she grabbed your arm, turned you to her, a big smile on her face and whispered quite loudly : “Oh my god! You already have a crush! I must introduce you to him!! That is the perfect guy to forget your stupid ex with!”

You tried to escape, feeling more panicked by the second, while she was pushing you towards the guy and his friend. Noticing you and Jubilee, they watched you quizzically as you were battling with her. Jubilee did not let you run away and still pushing you, greeted them, a big smile on her face : “Hey guys! What’s up? I need to introduce you to Y/N, she is from France and she will study here from now on!”

The pretty girl smiled at you and reached your hand to shake it “Hi Y/N, I’m Rebecca!”. You shook her hand and answered to her shyly: “Nice to meet you.” Your gaze automatically switched its direction and got caught in the boy’s eyes. He was so fucking handsome, you felt your cheeks immediately burn as his eyes bore into yours. He, too, grabbed your hand to shake it. His hand was big and soft and as he studied your face and smiled, you heard his beautiful voice say to you : “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Warren.”

#x men fanfiction #peter maximoff #peter maximoff fanfiction #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #jubilee #quicksilver #quicksilver fanfiction #warren worthington iii #alternate universe

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29 January 2023

Up until last night I think I was doing a pretty decent job settling into this new chapter of my life. Recovering from heartbreak is never easy but I feel like I’ve been adjusting to the new cadence quite well. What’s made it even easier has been my interactions with people. The kindest, most affirming individuals somehow always find their way to me when I least expect, but need it. Replaying the last few days in my head, at the restaurants, the grocery stores, the bars, the clubs, in my uber rides and even at work, the universe has gifted me love letters delivered through strangers.

Something I’ve always been grateful for is that the world is a softer place to me when I’m going through a breakup. I swear, it just knows how to make me feel seen — and who to put in my direction — at the perfect time. This collective celebration, the affirmation of my body and soul, has been giving me the extra boost I need to stay focused. It reminds me that I’ll be okay.

But yesterday, despite all the lovely interactions scattered through my night & day, I found that momentum dipping. A combination of you unsharing your location, then later unfollowing me on instagram, or me getting overwhelmed doing groceries without you in mind for the first time, and me taking down some of our photos, made the harsh reality sink in. This untangling, this disconnection of shared digital space amplified how much I’m not ready to let you go and that I obviously really fucking miss you.

So of course, I caved.

I told you I loved you, I called you “baby,” I let raw feelings slip through wounds and out my lips. I know I shouldn’t have done it, I know this will only set me back, but I’d be lying if I said I regret it. I’ve always been honest about my feelings. I’d never pass up an opportunity to tell the people I love that I love them. And well, now I know you still love me. In that brief exchange, I know there’s a chance that we’re still on the same page.

The problem with all this though, is that I can’t let us go back into old, comfortable places. I can’t stunt any chance of either of our growth and healing. I’ve been doing everything I can to set boundaries and give us a clean break but my actions last night could undo that.

I still stand by my decision to walk away, I still don’t deserve to be strung along let alone broken up with twice, and in my heart I know I deserve to be someone’s firm decision. But I meant what I said when I told you all this shit hurts, and I am nowhere near close to done loving you.

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ricky bowen thoughts- bc he’s my son even if mostly s1 and s2 and my au future type stuff

a) no ricky liking gina plot. he doesn’t have feelings for her. i refuse to follow this. sorry not sorry. i don’t vibe with it nor the way it was executed. he could’ve had a really meaningful story this season following where he was left off in season 2, then he didn’t. my ricky’s plot in season 3 is either one where he stays home- goes on the trip with lily, etc. she helps him work through his family stuff. or if he goes to camp, his plot would also be largely focused on his working through his family drama- his dad and miss jenn, that sort of thing. it also relates into his breakup with nini that he was trying to avoid dealing with processing. he let her go so she could fly away and chase her dreams unattached- he wasn’t ready but she needed him to be. lily also can go to camp for this all, i have a lily on my sideblog @sheactress that plays into this stuff. they break up during camp. he already knew about the harness. it was just a matter of this isn’t right... but- their relationship helps both characters grow and evolve and handle the bigger stuff in their life while being a welcome distraction too.

b) “nini’s here?” and his big wide eyes when he says it- that’s... that’s my canon ricky we know and love. her getting him the lottery ticket marks her as giving him his ticket to adulthood- which he says to big red he’s not sure he’s ready to take on just yet. nini is going into the future there at the end of the season- so when he’s ready to do so, he can meet her again too. when he’s ready. he has to deal with everything he feels about his home life and find his purpose before he can truly grow up... but he has to leave home and embrace the unknown to complete his story from season 1, and in my mind the best way for him to do that with my sense of him is to send him to la. more in the next part.

c) if we’re wanting to follow season 3′s premise, we can- just not his arc bc i think they could’ve done more with him... the frozen doc and his role as kristoff gets him noticed and is for all intents and purposes his ‘big break’. he perhaps goes to east high one last semester before moving to southern california. in this case he goes to la halfway through the school year to do a musical at the hollywood bowl. idk which musical- we can maybe think a bit more about this. maybe it’s a new project- maybe mamma mia- he’d play sky.

d) my main verse for ricky is probably going to be that post- season 3 / post east high ricky... living in la, after finishing up at the hollywood bowl. working on music because that’s his lifelong passion, his biggest most consistent interest and gift in the show... maybe he continues doing some acting too since he’s discovered he really does have an interest in it. part of him wants to go out to new york and try broadway and maybe in a few years he does once he’s built up his resume a little more.

but his biggest passion is music- writing songs, playing them, etc. he achieves a pretty solid degree of success in his own right as a performer music-wise, but what he really gets into is writing and producing, which he finds he’s actually quite good at. he does this for a lot of other artists, which is what brings him an amazing level of success. he gets into a lot of deals on charm at first, but he really does prove himself skills-wise. he can put his money where his mouth is, and that’s why he has a lasting presence. he will put out his own stuff occasionally, but that’s passion, not business for him. ‘a song can mean everything’ is his big thing.

he doesn’t track down nini right away when he comes to southern california. he doesn’t think that’s fair to her. he does always congratulate her on her achievements, but he’s sort of determined at this point that even if he loves her, and he’ll probably always love her, he needs to let her live her life. and for his part- he needs to live his. if the universe deems to bring them back together, he knows it’ll be hopefully the last time he has to prove himself to her. he’s far more capable of giving her what she’d need from a relationship, and of receiving what he needs from a partner too. whether that’s with her, or someone else. part of that is thanks to his experience with lily, part of it from what came after it. also just- life. living for himself... has taught him how to be stronger. genuinely handling his home stuff allows him to have his relationships more stable as well.

#when we're underneath the lights there's so much left unspoken / ricky #ricky ( about )#//am i going to end up putting him and nini on their own little sideblogs? maybe

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atsumiye · 3 years

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you’re sitting next to suna rintaro on the train.

and things would all be fine and dandy had you two not just been through what you would call, the worst breakup of the century. because you know you both have at least 10 more stops before he possibly gets off and 12 more until you need to get off. and with no other free seats it seems the universe wanted to make your day even worse.

you can tell he is just as uncomfortable as you are, and you're trying to keep your leg from touching his, but the woman next to you finds it impossible to stay still, so you end up much closer to him than you would like. and you never meant to sit next to each other, but you happened to get on at the same stop and sat down before you looked to your left and he looked to his right and your heads have never snapped forward so fast.

he coughs once, then twice before asking, "hey y/n, how are you?"

you keep your eyes trained onto the shoes you are wearing- a birthday gift he got you from 2 years ago and out of all days, today was the first day you could put them on without wanting to cry.

"im good. how are you?" you can feel his eyes trained on the side of your head, begging for some sort of acknowledgement, something that shows him that you still care.

"good."

"cool."

after some silence, you hear him take a breath in and you know hes about to say something big because you remember how he always twists the ring on his pointer finger and takes a deep breath before he drops some news. the same way he did when he broke up with you.

"look, i think-"

but his voice gets interrupted by the sound of your ringtone and for once in your life, you thank your lucky stars that miya atsumu decided to call you today. you silence your phone, declining the call and whispering a small 'sorry' to everyone for the volume you had left your phone at.

"you gave atsumu your new number?"

"ah, yeah he wanted it because he sometimes calls to talk, but not often." you mumble the sentence out and your eyes move from their place on your shoes to your lit up screen with a text from atsumu.

atsumu: i tried to call but you declined and first RUDE?

atsumu: but! i actually had something important to say and now you shall suffer in case you actually see him >:(

atsumu: sunarin also went to the train station and i think hes taking the same train home

y/n: its a bit late for that stupid.

and sliding your phone back into your bag, you ignore the constant buzzing, most likely from atsumu trying to get all the details he can of the literal train wreck this situation has become.

"uh, i was saying earlier how im really sorry for the way things ended y/n. i've regretted it every day since and i just-"

he abruptly stops his sentence, and you can only assume he probably changed his mind or he just doesn't care about this situation anymore. and you think maybe it would be a better option to just walk home at this point.

"cant you look at me?" he whispers out and you sigh, "i dont want to suna."

"im sorry."

"okay."

"y/n, please. i just want to talk." he leans forward in his seat to get a better view of your face, "you changed your number. you didn't answer the door. you sent back all the things i mailed. you wouldn't allow anyone to tell me how you are. how was i supposed-"

"did you love me suna?"

he sputters, "of course i did y/n. what kind of question is that?"

"then let me move on." he watches you drop your head as a few tears silently fall into your lap, "if i meant anything to you, please. just let me move on."

and as your stop gets called, you’re grateful for whatever supernatural power made the train seem like it moved faster as you stand up and wait near the door, willing yourself to keep some of your dignity and save the tears for home. as the doors open, you step out tightening your hold on your bag and begin walking to the exit, only to turn back around at the sound of suna yelling.

"no." he stands up to meet you at the open door, still inside the train, "you meant everything to me and that's why i wont let you go. not until you give us one more try. ill do anything i can to get you back just once more. you got that y/n?"

you stand there speechless, finally meeting eyes with the one person you never wanted to see again.

and the doors to the train close.

part of the series; look at me

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extasiswings · 3 years

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Ohhh 70 (“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”) OR 93 (“You’re more than that.”) for the prompt thing, whichever you prefer! I always adore your writing, thank you so much for sharing it with us ☺️

OR? No, both. And thank you, you're very sweet. On ao3 here.

Most of the time, Buck feels like there’s no one in the world who understands Eddie as well as he does. Most of the time. Because there are still some other times when he’s completely in the dark.

And sure, okay, it makes sense on some level because they all have their blind spots—of course he’s going to have a few where Eddie is concerned as well—but they never fail to catch him by surprise.

A month after Eddie comes home from the hospital, Buck is having coffee with Carla while Eddie’s at a physical therapy appointment and he offhandedly says—

“Not sure why I never see Ana. You would think Eddie being shot would make her want to be around more, not less—”

“Buck,” Carla interrupts, a strange look passing over her face. “Honey...Eddie broke up with her three weeks ago.”

That stops Buck short, makes him feel like he’s missed a step on the stairs.

“What?” His mouth is dry. He swallows. “He—why?”

Carla picks up her cup and takes a long sip, as if she needs the extra seconds to figure out what to say, and Buck backtracks.

“No, forget it, that’s—it’s not my business,” he says. It’s not. Even if it feels a little like it should be, even if he doesn’t understand why Eddie would tell Carla and not him, even if he’s Eddie’s best friend—

Buck knows that Eddie’s a private person. He knows that sometimes Eddie keeps things close to his chest while he’s thinking them through. Eddie hadn’t said a word about Shannon until she walked into the station and aired their business for all of them to hear. He barely talked about Ana in the first place. He changed his will and sat on that information for a year—

Buck’s not upset it’s just—it feels—

The thing is.

The thing is…He’s not oblivious. He knows how he feels about Eddie. How he’s felt for at least the past two years. Like he can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t look at him without feeling like he’s screaming with it, bleeding love all over, unable to stop it dripping from every pore. Exposed and pathetically obvious, and the whole time Eddie has just—said nothing. Ignored it, Buck assumes, because he can’t not have noticed, can’t not have seen.

And maybe sometimes Buck has wondered if Eddie wasn’t ignoring it. If he felt the same and just couldn’t say it. Because he was grieving and wasn’t ready—

But then he was. He was ready. And he chose Ana Flores.

That was the end of it. That was supposed to be the end of it. Because Buck’s not a masochist, he knows he hangs onto things for too long, but he’s been working on knowing when to let go.

Except—except Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck sat on a hospital bed and stared as Eddie said no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and you act like you’re expendable…but you’re not and the words felt…heavy. The air, weighted. And Eddie couldn’t look at him and Buck could swear that he was trying to say—

Buck knows he shouldn’t be. But there’s a part of him that’s angry. That wants to pace and run and clasp Eddie’s face between his hands and ask really? Now? Because—because Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck barely survived it, thought if Eddie died, he would have died with him, was more terrified than he’s ever been in his life. But he did survive. And he moved on. He kissed Taylor. He closed the door.

So Eddie’s not allowed to make big declarations that he could have made a year ago and then break up with his girlfriend when Buck is finally trying—

Okay, maybe he’s a little upset.

The rest of him though—most of him, really—knows he doesn’t have any right to be angry. Which is why most of him is just…tired. Tired and terrified and still so in love.

Buck thinks maybe Eddie was right all those months ago. The universe doesn’t scream. It just laughs. At him.

“Buck?” Carla’s gaze is soft. Steady.

Buck clears his throat. Drains the last dregs of his coffee. He tries not to feel like he’s swallowed glass.

“Did I tell you I’m seeing someone?” He asks, forcing a smile. “She’s a reporter. She was—she was at Eddie’s homecoming actually, maybe you met her. It’s still pretty new, but we’ve been friends for a while. Going pretty well so far.”

Something flickers in Carla’s eyes, but she takes a breath and smiles.

“That’s great, Buckaroo,” she replies. “I’m happy for you.”

He’s trying. He’s really trying.

He doesn’t ask Eddie about the breakup.

Recovery is slow.

Buck doesn’t really like thinking about it as recovery because Eddie’s the one who got shot. Eddie’s the one who was in a sling and in physical therapy and had to spend months waiting to be well enough to get cleared to go back to work.

Eddie’s the one who got shot. The one whose blood flooded the street. The one who spent days unconscious in the hospital. The one who almost died.

Eddie’s the only one who has anything to recover from.

Dr. Copeland doesn’t agree. Buck mentions that he’s having trouble sleeping, that his chest gets tight if he goes too long without seeing Eddie and Christopher, that he can’t breathe sometimes when he’s on shift and Eddie’s out of sight.

She refers him out to a trauma specialist. He tries to argue that it’s not his trauma, but she just looks at him for a long moment.

“When you say you can’t sleep, is it insomnia? Or do you have nightmares that wake you up?”

Buck bites his lip and looks down at his hands. When he blinks, they’re streaked with red. When he blinks again, they’re clean. He curls his fingers into fists to prevent them from shaking.

“A little of both,” he admits.

“And when it’s nightmares, what are they about?”

“…blood.” Eddie’s blood in the street, on his hands, splashed across his face, on his tongue—

She hums.

“Evan,” she says quietly. “It’s okay. It’s not a weakness to admit that you need help. And just because you weren’t shot yourself doesn’t mean you didn’t experience something traumatic. You’re allowed to seek treatment.”

Buck swallows. “I feel like…I should be better by now,” he admits. “Better than this. Shouldn’t it be easier?”

“Recovery is a process,” Dr. Copeland replies. “A journey. And it doesn’t always move in a straight line. There’s no timetable.”

Recovery. He makes a face.

But, he goes to see the specialist. He’s not sure how much it helps.

Blood splashing across his face, water running red, skin scrubbed raw—

Buck sits up gasping, cold sweat beading across his brow. Taylor is sound asleep on the other side of the bed, the distance between them a chasm he doesn’t know how to cross. He doesn’t know if he wants to even if he did.

He shivers. Grabs his phone. Quietly descends the steps of the loft to settle on the couch.

“Buck. Hey.” Eddie’s voice is gravelly and soft from sleep. Buck winces.

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie replies. “You know I don’t mind.”

Eddie pauses. “What was it tonight?”

Buck exhales shakily. “Your heart stopped in the truck before we could get to the hospital. I couldn’t get it to start again. I know it didn’t happen that way, but I still—”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says. “I’m okay. That—it wasn’t real.”

“Yeah.” It felt real though. Buck can still feel ribs cracking under phantom compressions, the slick of blood on his hands. He can taste Eddie’s blood in his mouth.

“What do you need?”

Buck stretches out and closes his eyes, the phone pressed hard to his ear.

You. Just you. Always you.

“Can you—” His throat clicks. “Can you just talk? It doesn’t matter about what, I just—”

I need to hear your voice. I need to hear you alive.

“Christopher picked a project for the science fair,” Eddie says. “You have to promise to act surprised when he tells you though. He’s really excited.”

“Oh yeah? I can do that. What is it?”

“Well…”

Buck falls asleep again with Eddie’s voice in his ear and he doesn’t dream again. Taylor wakes him on the couch in the morning, an odd look on her face—he doesn’t know how to explain that it’s not her fault. She just can’t help him. Perhaps she never could.

Buck thinks maybe there’s still a part of her that wants him to chase her. But he’s in no condition to chase anyone, even if he wanted to. It takes enough out of him to hold himself together. And to fight against what seems more and more inevitable.

So. Maybe he should stop fighting it.

He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face as he sits up.

“I think we should probably talk,” he says quietly.

Taylor tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and sinks down onto the couch next to him.

“I think we should.”

It ends as quickly as it began.

Christmas takes him by surprise. It’s not that Buck doesn’t notice the fall slipping away—a Halloween shift, a Veteran’s Day that has Eddie a little quieter, a little shakier, than usual, and Thanksgiving lasts practically a whole week with all the leftovers that end up in the station—but somehow it doesn’t fully register until he looks up at the calendar in the middle of December and sees a smiling Christmas tree sticker on a date ten days out. They’re not working, so the only question is where he’s going to end up, if anywhere. Although, he supposes even that’s not really a question.

He knows where he’ll end up.

Five days before Christmas, a last-minute tree has been wrangled into the Diaz house and Buck is fighting with a tangled set of lights while Eddie pulls out wrapping paper and ribbons and retrieves the hidden stash of gifts for Christopher from his closet. Christopher himself is fast asleep in his room, worn out from the day of running around, and without the extra person to focus on Buck takes a moment and lets himself just...watch Eddie. Sitting on the floor in low light with his legs stretched out, surrounded by ornaments and boxes and stray clippings and a small pile of somewhat lumpy, clumsily wrapped gifts, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he focuses on trying to figure out the right way to fold the wrapping paper—

There’s a stray piece of tinsel in his hair and a laugh catches in Buck’s throat, even as the rest of him aches with a sudden, fierce urge to brush it away.

He aches. Because this—this is what he wants. Eddie and Christopher and going around town to finish the Christmas shopping, picking out a tree and decorating it as a family, coming home to this day after day after day and knowing it’s where he’s supposed to be—

Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and it was the worst moment of Buck’s life. He thinks sometimes that he would rather have his leg crushed under a thousand ladder trucks than risk going through that again, but—but running away didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Dating Taylor didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Time hasn’t made him feel anything less, if anything it’s just cemented things.

So...so if Eddie is going to have the power to hurt him that badly regardless of whether Buck admits it out loud, if the risk of loss is going to be there anyway...shouldn’t he at least get to have everything? All the good parts?

Don’t they deserve the chance to be happy?

“Buck?” Eddie’s brow is furrowed in concern. “You okay?”

Buck opens his mouth, intending to reassure him, but what comes out is—

“Are you in love with me?” Eddie freezes and Buck resists the urge to panic and take it back.

“Because—” Buck clears his throat. “Because sometimes I think you might be, and—”

“Yes.” It’s quiet, barely a breath, but that single word hangs in the air. Buck’s heart races.

“You could have told me,” he replies. “Why—why didn’t you just—?”

Eddie looks away and Buck catches a familiar look flickering across his face. Doubt, shame, fear—everything that he himself has felt—

Oh.

Blind spots.

He never considered that Eddie might be just as afraid of rejection as he is. He never considered that what’s been so painfully obvious to him, might not have been to Eddie himself.

Buck gets up from the couch, stepping carefully around the mess on the floor until he can kneel down next to Eddie. Eddie, whose jaw is tight, shoulders tense, like he’s waiting for a blow.

“After everything we’ve been through...you still don’t know that I love you?” Buck asks quietly.

Eddie sucks in a startled breath, turning back to look at him, his gaze searching. Buck holds it steadily and waits. It’s not the first time he’s walked out on a limb. But it is the first time he’s had someone else out there with him.

If it cracks this time, they’ll fall together.

“I didn’t think—” Eddie’s eyes close briefly as he clears his throat. “I didn’t think I was enough.”

“You are,” Buck replies. “You’re more than—Eddie—”

“We have a life,” he says when he can get his thoughts in line. “We built a life. Together. Even if we didn’t say that was what we were doing, it’s what we did. So, maybe—maybe we can try being a little more honest about what we want while we’re living it? I don’t—I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

Eddie looks down—then, he reaches out slowly for Buck’s hand, his fingers finding the spaces between Buck’s and slotting in.

Buck squeezes gently. Eddie squeezes back.

“Okay,” Eddie agrees. “Let’s try that.”

Buck does pluck the tinsel from Eddie’s hair, but when he tosses it away, his hand comes right back, fingers sliding into the strands to keep Eddie still. Eddie’s eyes are dark in the dim light, but his lips curve faintly up as Buck leans in.

Kissing him feels like coming home.

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

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A Toast to Innocence

Merry Christmas everyone! It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything new, but I wanted to put something up for Christmas. This takes place in the Same Old Lang Syne/Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot verse.

It’s been four years since you ran into Santana in the grocery store after your long breakup, four years since you got back together on New Years Eve, and things are better with her than you ever could have imagined. Of course, the state of the world has been a total disaster, but being with her has just made you feel like everything is going to be okay.

She hadn’t been on tour, of course, since she abruptly flew home from Phoenix in March of 2020, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been busy. Like Taylor Swift, she’s been writing from home and recorded 3 albums in the past 21 months. She tells you that she prefers this, and you make her promise that she’s not saying that just because of what happened between you years ago. But she doesn’t. She really is enjoying the feeling of being settled, and though your university has reopened and you’re back at work, coming home to her every night is a treat like nothing else.

When you came home, she was quiet for a moment, and then she started talking. She asked you what you’d think of being a foster parent, of caring for a child who had nowhere else to go. Something about it touched you so deeply that you found yourself smiling and nodding. Your own father had taken you and your mother in, he’d given you a place to call home and the love of a parent. To be able to do something like that for someone else...well, that felt really good.

So that was how Penny came into your lives at the start the year.

“Hey, Brittany.” She grins, looking up from her set. “I’m glad you’re home. Santana said we’re going to make more Christmas cookies tonight.”

“Santana and the Christmas cookies.” You laugh, thinking how you’d never imagined in a billion years that your girlfriend would be someone who would make 500 cookies. “How was school today? Glad to be on Christmas break now?”

“I am, and it was really good! My Secret Santa loved the Playmobil thing.”

“I’m glad! And I’m even more glad that we get a whole week and a half to hang out!”

“It’s okay if you and Santana want to do stuff. You know they have that winter camp thing at my school so I can just go and be out of your way.”

“Hey.” You plop down on the floor beside Penny. “We want you here with us. You know that, right?”

“I’ve never had a foster home where the adults really wanted me around, so...it’s okay.”

“This is different, Penn. You’re part of our family.”

You’re certain you hear Penny mumble a “for now” under her breath, but you don’t mention it. Instead, you just sit with her for a few minutes, enjoying your time together. You look up at the tree above you and you smile a little, thinking that Penny’s worries won’t always be there, thinking that you and Santana can really make a difference.

When you get up to change, you find Santana in the bedroom. She’s surrounded by gifts and wrapping paper, but she stands quickly to kiss you. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine that you’d ever spent those years apart, just looking at her makes you feel like you’ve done it every day forever. Her eyes are bright and you squeeze her hand.

“Did you finish getting everything for her stocking?” She asks and you nod.

“We’re all set now, I think.”

“And the big gift?” She cocks her head to the side. “Still on board?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more on board with anything.”

You help her finish wrapping the gifts, knowing Penny will be busy with her Legos for awhile, and then you stack them back in your closet. Penny doesn’t believe in Santa, she’d told you that while you’d watched the Thanksgiving Day Parade, both that and the fact that she’d never had a real Christmas before, so both you and Santana have wanted to do everything in your power to make this one extra special.

Once everything is away, you go back downstairs and you find Penny just laying on the floor, staring up at the tree lights. It makes you smile so big, watching her face light up with wonder. Santana squeezes your hand and rests her head on your shoulder, and you just stand there, amazed by someone witnessing the magic of Christmas for the first time.

“Are you not going to Ohio for Christmas because of me?” Penny asks suddenly, sitting up.

“Of course not, Penn.” Santana assures her, getting down on the floor. “It’s just safer to keep it the three of us. And if we were going to Ohio, you’d be with us.”

“Can I tell you something.”

“Of course.” You smile.

“I’m happy I get to have Christmas with just you guys. If it’s okay, I can help make breakfast. I saw Christmas tree pancakes with sugar snow on them. Do you think we could make them? I’ll clean everything up!”

“Hey.” Santana sets her hand on Penny’s shoulder. “Remember, you’re not here to clean things up, we’re all a team. After Christmas tree pancakes, we’ll all clean up together.”

“Oh, okay. I just don’t want to make more work for you.”

“Honey.” You try not to sigh, hating that she’s always so worried about that. “We always make a big Christmas breakfast, you’re not making any more work.”

The rest of the evening and the next day pass quickly. You spend the morning of Christmas Eve taking a long walk to look at the decorations and Santana teaches Penny how to make tamales. When the evening comes, you don’t nudge Penny to leave our cookies for Santa. You figure things having to do with Christmas are confusing enough for her, you don’t want to add any stress to it. She has a hard time with the build up to things anyway, probably because she is so used to getting let down.

Instead, you make hot chocolate and when you all sit down on the couch together, you read The Night Before Christmas. It’s a tradition from when you were a kid, and you like sharing it with her. She’s getting sleepy, you can both tell, so Santana gets up and brings a box from downstairs. When she hands it to Penny, her eyes go wide and you give her a soft smile.

“This...is it for me?”

“It is.” Santana tells her, then sits back on the couch beside her. “Just something my mom always did.”

“I—hold on!” She jumps up from the couch and bolts upstairs, coming back down with a wrapped package. “I didn’t have any money, but I made you both something.”

“Penny.” Santana lights up brighter than the Christmas tree. “Thank you.”

“Do you want us to open this first, or you open yours?”

“I want you to open yours.” Penny says with no hesitation. “It’s not super great or anything, but—“

“Penn, we’ll love it.” You promise her and watch as Santana starts peeling back the paper. Inside, you recognize the pretty drawing book that you’d given her when she first moved in, and you smile. Santana carefully turns the pages, and it’s her time with you in pictures. It takes everything in you not to cry, but Santana isn’t so successful. “Wow.”

“I don’t know how long I’m going to get to stay with you, but I just wanted you to know that I’m really happy I’m here now.”

“Penny, this is the best gift we’ve ever gotten.” Santana touches her hand, knowing that she’s still not crazy about hugs. “Thank you.”

“You’re something else, kid.” You blink rapidly. “Thank you so much.”

You’re both overwhelmed as Penny opens her Christmas pajamas. The joy on her face is so surreal that you can’t even imagine where the next morning will bring. She immediately goes upstairs and changes, then comes back down with the biggest grin on her face. Though she probably should go to bed, Santana puts on A Charlie Brown Christmas and you snuggle with your girlfriend on the couch while Penny sprawls out in the chair.

You’re the first one up the next morning and you peek into Penny’s room, seeing that she’s still sound asleep. You go downstairs and make coffee, then just as you’re about to carry a mug for Santana upstairs, Penny appears at the bottom.

“Whoa.” She exclaims, looking at the tree. “You guys sure get a lot of presents.”

“Penn.” You laugh a little. “I think you might want to check the names on them.”

“For me? But I already got my present last night.” Penny tugs on her shirt, showing the Christmas pajamas.

“Well, I think there’s more where those came from.”

Almost immediately, she sinks down on the floor, just totally in awe of the stack of gifts under the tree. You’re glad it doesn’t take long for Santana to come down. You kiss her good morning, hand her the mug and get on the floor beside Penny.

“You can open them, you know.” Santana gently encourages her.

“But...there’s too many presents. I...you didn’t have to buy me stuff.”

“Honey, we wanted to.” She smiles, nudging your shoulder as you both watch your foster daughter take it all in. “Go ahead.”

In all of your life, you’ve never seen a person more grateful for gifts. It both breaks your heart and makes it swell at the same time, seeing this sweet little girl experience this kind of magic. Carefully, she stacks up her new Legos and art supplies and clothes and all the other things you’d both seen and felt like she needed to have.

“This really is the best Christmas anyone ever had, ever ever!” Penny exclaims. “When I have to leave, can I take one Lego set with me?”

“Penny.” You start, and Santana nods. “We have one more thing for you. But it’s up to you if you want it.”

“Another thing? This is so crazy!”

You watch as Santana takes the papers you’ve gotten put together out of the folder they’ve been in for safekeeping, and she holds them close to her chest.

“Sweetheart, we really don’t want you to leave. We love having you here and want you to be an official part of our family.” Santana begins. “We understand if you don’t want to, and that’s okay. You can still stay here as long as you’d like, but if you wanted to stay forever, that would be okay too.”

“Forever?” She asks, eyes wide. “I don’t think that’s allowed to happen unless...”

“We’d really like to adopt you.” You smile, watching her turn everything over in her head.

“Really? But why?”

“Because we love you, Penn.” Santana has tears in her eyes and you lean to brush them away. “We love you so much.”

“I really love you guys too. And I never had a real family before.”

“Santana and I have had our family with just the two of us, but it would be pretty awesome if we had one more.”

“One time Santa came to my school and I asked him for a family.” Penny says quietly. “Before that, I thought he must not be able to find me because I had to be in so many houses. But when I didn’t get my family, I figured out he wasn’t real. But...maybe it just took him awhile?”

“I think maybe that’s right.” You laugh a little. “So what to you think?”

“I think I really want to get adopted!” Penny throws her arms around both of you, and it’s the first time she’s ever hugged you. “I promise, I’ll be the best kid ever.”

“We just want you to be you, Penn.” Santana assures her. “You’re more than enough for us.”

#brittana #same old lang syne #merry Christmas!

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