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lxvislxdy · 3 years

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Imagine Bakugou x stoner!reader

So... maybe I got carried away, and maybe this turned into more of just you and the bakusquad being besties, but I literally love this concept and will 100% be writing more.

Warning(s): obvious mentions of drug use, and some language. All characters are 18+.

So, let’s say, just for the hell of it, that this is a quirkless!college!au

just imagine...

- you befriend Sero and Denki first, meeting them in a class, and they love you right off the bat

- you’re personality just meshes so well with theirs, you become bffs almost instantly

- the three of you raise hell in that class, I’m convinced, like RIP to whoever sits near you goofs

- you slowly start to hang out outside of class. maybe it starts as a study sesh, but let’s be honest here. the three of you can’t focus to save your life, and eventually Sero asks if you guys wanna smoke

- and, to their complete surprise, you outsmoke them (Denki later bows down to you, literally, and proposes to you with a ring pop. he’s such a dork I love him)

- this becomes a weekly thing, as it should, and the three of you are practically attached at the hip

- your favorite part of hanging with them is, of course, all their crazy stories about their friends

- so of course they want to introduce you to the bakusquad, and you are just as eager to meet the rest of the group, if not a little nervous

- Denki and Sero assure you they’ll love you (”c’mon, you’re just like us, they’ll adore you!!!”) and they take you out to lunch with Mina and Kirishima

- now, if you thought you, Denki, and Sero was a chaotic trio, just wait until you add Mina to the equation

- Kirishima lives for the chaos and thinks you’re adorable, but the guy has his hands full keeping the four of you out of trouble, that’s for sure

- (when Bakugou’s not around, Kirishima is in charge of the braincell, I don’t make the rules)

- Mina immediately kidnaps you for a girls night, and is ecstatic about having a girl to hang out with her and the boys

- (SIDE NOTE, Mina introduces you to Jirou, and the three of you are THE baddest bitches around, thank you. the three of you definitely have girl nights and either kick the boys out, or force them to join, face masks and all)

- anyway, you finally get the opportunity to meet Bakugou

- and, as always, he’s in a sour mood. but! you don’t let his grumpiness upset you, in fact, you take it in stride and throw his attitude right back at him

- you aren’t mean, and you certainly aren’t going out of your way to bug him, but if Bakugou makes a snide comment? you better believe you’re throwing one right back at him

- and at first, Bakugou is annoyed, and thinks you’re mocking him. like, who do you think you are?

- but the more he gets to know you, he realizes that you’re way too sweet to be that mean. you fit right in with the idiots he’s friends with.

- and, to be honest, it drives him nuts. because he likes you. he likes you, and he likes when you snap back at him, and he likes watching you goof off and laugh with his friends

- in true Bakugou fashion, though, you’re convinced he hates you. it’s just the icing on top of the cake when one night you notice that every time you’re there, and Sero lights up, Bakugou disappears

- when you finally tell Mina this, she laughs. actually laughs! and you’re just like ....what?

- turns out, Bakugou hardly ever smokes with them, and he’s just like that.

“Trust me, babe,” Mina tells you, “It’s not you. Bakugou just doesn’t know how to relax, he’s got a terrible case of trust issues and a bad attitude to top it off. But he likes you, trust me! He’ll come around.”

- you weren’t so sure about that, but you take her word for it.

- and then, one night it’s just you, Denki, Mina, and Bakugou, and he stays!

“Someone with a brain has to make sure you idiots don’t do something stupid.” He says, when you ask.

- that night ends up being one of the funniest nights of your life. the three of you are high as a kite, and everything is funny. seriously, you can’t stop laughing!

- then, you find out Bakugou’s birthday is on 4/20, and you have never been so excited in your life (so you say). it’s the funniest, most ironic thing to you

- you go up to Bakugou, grabbing both his arms by the biceps, and are going on and on about it, bouncing on the balls of your feet and giggling, and Bakugou just listens to you talk and he blushes

- you’re adorable, and he can’t lie to himself anymore, he likes you. he really likes you. and this realization really freaks him out (he calls Kirishima later that night absolutely freaking out, and he has to totally calm him down. Kiri ships it)

- over the next month or two, he tries his best to not give himself away, but it’s so hard.

- he starts sticking around when everyone smokes together, and sitting next to you during movie nights (because you always fall asleep, and theres a good 80% chance you end up leaning on his shoulder), and he offers to help when you complain about a class you’re struggling with

- and it all comes to a head one night when he gets jealous.

- he was definitely reading too much into things, but he swears you’re acting clingy with Sero, leaning on his shoulder, and grabbing his arm when you laugh, and playing with his hair. he definitely has himself convinced Sero is making a move on you, and he’s pissed.

- at some point during the hangout, he gets up and storms out of the room, and no one really notices but you and Kiri. after a minute or two you’re curiosity gets the best of you, so you go after him

- he’s in the kitchen, glaring at this plant Denki and Sero have (that is totally, 100% dying, and probably can’t be saved) and he’s pouting

“I don’t think staring at it is gonna bring it back to life.” You say, and he just looks at you weird and asks what you want

- you say you’re just checking on him, and he asks why you care. and you’re just like dude ??? i care about you? hello? we’re friends ??

- and Bakugou, being himself, snaps at you and makes some kind of rude comment

- so you snap back, offended because you’d just wanted to check on him

- and halfway through you telling him what a jerk he is, he kisses you

- he kisses you like his life depends on it, because he’s still pissed off about Sero and, come on, Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t do anything halfway

- and maybe the two of you make out in the kitchen for way longer than you want to admit

- and maybe you laugh and call him an idiot when he tells you he was jealous of Sero

- and maybe Denki catches the two of you, and screams like a little girl on christmas morning

- cue protective Denki and Sero telling Bakugou he better not EVER hurt you... and then crying happy tears a minute later because you’re so cute together

- after that, Bakugou is literally never seen without you by his side. he walks you to class, cooks you dinner at least once a week, helps you study and takes you out every time you ace a test. this man knows your coffee order, and has your schedule memorized, it’s impressive

- god forbid he see’s you eating junk food

- listen, he knows how Denki and Sero eat when they get the munchies, okay, and that is absolutely not allowed. this man is such a simp behind closed doors, he will literally make you homemade snacks for when you go smoke with the guys.

- he’s not the greatest with words, okay, but he loves you and he shows it through small things like that. he’s always pushing you to do your best, and bragging about you, and doing little things to remind you how much he cares

- he’s also a little over protective, but he means well, and cmon it’s kinda cute when he get’s jealous, sometimes

- but overall you guys are just the cutest couple. like the bakusquad is absolutely obsessed. (you make Bakugou soft, but don’t tell him they said that)

- and sure you fight over little things every once in a while, but you learn how to handle Bakugou’s attitude quick, and it never lasts too long.

- if you do have a big fight, you take a step back and let each other cool down, and then you make Bakugou talk it out. he hates it at first, because sharing his feelings is so not something he wants to do, but it does help and he knows it.

- if, on the rare occasion, the two of you have a bad fight you can’t resolve on your own, therapist Kiri is there to save the day

Bonus:

- now, let’s get down to the whole reason i made this au in the first place

- the first time the two of you celebrate his birthday after getting together, he makes it clear that the day of he just wants to spend it with you

- so the weekend closest to his bday, the whole squad goes out and celebrates, but when it comes to his actual bday? Bakugou has a surprise for YOU

- you show up to his apartment, not really knowing what to expect, and this man pulls out a pan of brownies

- yeah, those brownies

- turns out, he and Sero used to sell them in high school

“What? Sero already sold, and I can cook, so we just... did it. It was good money.”

“How could you keep this from me?! Have I told you recently that I adore you?”

He just laughs, “You’re such a dork.”

- so you have the PLEASURE of getting high with Bakugou for the first time

- and let me just tell you, you’re in for a treat

- Bakugou. is. so. clingy. as soon as it hits, you know, because he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap

- he’s speaking so softly?? and he’s just relaxed, and content with holding you and talking about anything and everything, just cuddling with music in the background

- high! makeout sessions! with Bakugou! that’s it, that’s literally it. he is INSATIABLE

- the man just wants to kiss you, for hours, okay? give him what he wants!!

- he used to get super paranoid, that’s why he doesn’t smoke much, but with you he’s calm and comfortable, and not anxious

- it becomes tradition to make brownies on both of your birthdays, and you look forward to it all year

- and every once in a while, Bakugou will smoke with the squad, and they quickly learn that he can’t keep his hands off of you when he’s high. they tease him relentlessly, and Sero and Denki definitely have asked him (aka whined to him) to stop hogging all your attention

- also, he definitely lights the bowl for you, because he is a gentlemen

- shotgun kisses. yup. that’s all I have to say.

before I get carried away again, this is the end. Thank you for reading! I literally can’t get enough of this au I’m in love with it!! I’ll be writing more of this au soon, hopefully, and my requests are open!!

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imasimpforshanks · 3 years

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Heyyyyyy hiiiiii hope your having an awesome day drinking that water getting hydrated 😗. I was wondering if you could do a Law Angst alphabet please. But only if you feel up to it and have time. If you don’t feel free to ignore or do it later here now have a cookie 🍪 because your awesome 😊

Angst Alphabet - Trafalgar Law

a/n: HI HI!!! thank you for your kind words!! I hope you are looking after yourself <333 here is the law angst! Please enjoy 🥰

A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

He would only blame himself if any of his actions led to the accident that caused your death (we’ve seen him blame himself for that very reason about Rosinantes death). If his actions weren’t directly correlated to your death in any way then he would not blame himself, though he would kick himself for not being able to help you in time. Other than that, Law is painfully aware of the harsh reality that is life.

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

Law would break up with you in a seemingly emotionless way. He’d mask his true feelings, while telling you a whole bunch of excuses why the two of you could no longer be together. He doesn’t believe any of them, but he’s got to do what he’s got to do.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

I feel like I’ve used this one in a few other character alphabets but it really applies to Law too. He would cause you to stress and panic so much over his health and wellbeing. He’s a literal doctor. He should know to take better care of himself, but he just doesn’t seem to care about himself the same way you do. So it isn’t until you’re crying in front of him, spilling your heart out about how concerned you are for his safety that he realizes his health is important to more than just himself.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

My god, if Law was to lose another person that he loved, he literally would never want to let himself get close to anyone ever again. Your death would be it for Law. He’d basically be on the verge of giving up himself. What other reason does he have to go on.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

He tries to hide every emotion. Law doesn’t like to be too open, out of fear of people using it against him or it simply being too much of a sign of weakness. So, very rarely does he let his emotions show. He also tries to divert attention away from himself in hopes that people won’t focus on him or his emotions for too long.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

This was covered in his fluff alphabet! But here it is again:

Your fights tend to be pretty short lived resulting in forgiveness and apologies from both sides relatively quickly. He really doesn’t like to stay mad at you for too long – he’d much rather have you two on the same page.

Most fights are caused by stress and concerns of health and safety, so Law does a lot of eye rolling and using his title as a ‘doctor’ as justification that he knows what he’s doing so you just need to chill – but like I said these fights are very short lived.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

Law will never forgive himself for Rosinantes death. He will forever feel responsible for his death – it was all his fault. If only he hadn’t given that note to Vergo, then Rosinante would still be alive. He died because of Law’s incompetence (at least that’s what he tells himself).

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

During a break-up Law would act pretty normal. He wouldn’t behave any differently until he’s left alone. Only then would he let himself go and truly feel that heartbreak.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Thanks to the doctor in him, Law is able to remain calm. He can keep his composure until he administers whatever treatment necessary. That’s not to say he isn’t worried though. He’s just capable of focusing on the injury right in front of him.

Only once he is certain that you are stable does he (or potentially his crew) go and hunt down the cause of your beating.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

When Law does get jealous (which is rarely), he gets quiet. His fists clench a little more, and his frown deepens. He also speaks less than usual (which is already pretty hard to beat). He only gives you short snippy replies until he eventually gets over it.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Law would kill for revenge, yes. He literally wanted to kill Doflamingo as revenge for Rosinante. However, it was in Law’s plan that Kaido would be the one to kill Doflamingo (after they fought) – so I believe that is how he’d kill for revenge as well. He would devise a fool proof plan (okay maybe not fool proof, bc if the straw hats are involved who knows what could go wrong).

In short, yes. Law would kill for revenge.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

This poor man has suffered so much loss in his life that it’s actually really difficult to choose which would be his greatest loss. He lost his entire family as a young boy while also having a shortened lifespan himself. Losing his family, and the realization that he only had a few more years to live, really made him lose his will to live a good remainder of his life. Young Law literally became a pirate.

However, he did meet Rosinante (Corazon) and he gave him another reason to live. Furthermore, Rosinante actively sought out a cure for Law so that he could continue to live a long life. Basically, Rosinante became a father figure/older brother to Law. So, losing him – another ¬person he loved so dearly – would have been beyond devastating.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

There was one day where he spent the entire day ignoring you. It was completely unintentional. His mind was swarming with plans and all this other information that has just come in. He got so immersed in it that he didn’t talk to you or tell you what was going on for a whole day.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

Nightmares are one of the many reasons Law hardly ever sleeps. He’s haunted by his family’s and Rosinantes deaths. His nightmares get particularly bad around the same time each year (that is, around the time of year that they died). He wakes up trembling and on the verge of tears (but he never lets them fall). Instead of even trying to go back to sleep, he’ll make himself a nice hot cup of coffee and immerse himself in a book or work of some kind – anything to avoid going back to sleep and risking a re-run of that horrible nightmare.

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

Sometimes his exhaustion catches up to him and other times its all the stress building up that finally he snaps and all the emotions are too overwhelming that he just directs it to the nearest outlet, which just so happens to be you.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

You walked in on him absolutely breaking down over Rosinante. One evening Law retreated to his room while you and the rest of the crew were eating and drinking. He didn’t think you had noticed him leave, but soon you were following after him. You opened the door and found him breaking down in the middle of the room. You completely forgot that it was the anniversary of Rosinantes death. It was the first time you had seen him this distraught and it broke your heart.

It really cemented into your brain that no matter how tough he may look, he still suffers (probably more so than anyone). But, you were also grateful that you were able to see him like that, as it allowed him to start relying on you a little more.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

His inability to openly express his emotions. Sure, now he will share with you how he is feeling, but that is with you and ONLY you. He still insists on keeping everything else bottle away from the rest of the world which is a really unhealthy way to deal with things. It’s not that you dislike being there for him, in fact, you appreciate how trusting he is with you. It’s just, what if there comes a time where you aren’t around and he’s in desperate need of someone to confide in?

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around)).

Law would wait until he was 100% certain you returned his feelings to confess to you. So, if you were to reject his confession he would be really confused for a while. He’d let it go because well, everyone has their own reasons – its not his place to tell you how you feel. All he can do is tell you how he feels and then the rest is up to you.

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

He has no self-inflicted scars, and to my knowledge he has no battle scars either. But, his arm did get cut off and then reattached during the Dressrosa arc, so it actually is likely that there is a remaining scar from that (although I’m not certain).

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

Nope not at all. In fact, the only instance in which he would possibly break your trust, or lie to you, about is when he went to Punk Hazard and sent his crew to Zou. Some would assume that he wouldn’t tell you his plan out of fear of your safety, but that’s not true. He had to tell you. You taught him to be open and honest, and to trust. So that’s exactly what he did.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

Law has gotten so comfortable around you that whenever you aren’t there, he gets unbearably anxious. Your presence is soothing, even if he can’t see you, even if he can only hear your voice echoing throughout the Polar Tang, it’s enough to put his mind at ease. So, if you are separated for a while… oh boy does he want to see you badly.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

He tends to yell at you. He tells you to “piss off” and that “you’re only being a nuisance right now”, despite you only wanting to help him.

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Not being able to control things makes Law feel really weak. Weak may not be the right word, but it definitely makes him feel unprepared. He doesn’t like when things are out of his control and he can’t account for things. Which is usually why he always does extensive research and preparation before constructing a well thought out plan.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

Well, I mean other than his obvious hatred of bread, Law also really hates when he works extremely hard on formulating a plan only for it to be completely thrown out of the window by a reckless straw hat wearing captain and his entire crew. (and somehow everything still ends up working out!!! That is the part that frustrates Law the most HAHAH).

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

One of the only things he’s ever really wanted was for Doflamingo to be taken down. He’s been partially successful in that sense, seeing as Doflamingo is in prison now. However, he wants more than that. He wants Doflamingo to suffer the same way he has.

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

It may seem a little out of character but… I believe Law would be borderline desperate/inconsolable. There would be a lot of clinging on to you, begging you not to leave him like everyone else he’s ever loved. He can’t handle another person leaving him, it’s too much. It’s far too much.

He wouldn’t cry (just yet), but his voice would tremble, and his hands would be shaking. His mind would be racing with all sorts of theories and possible ways he could save you. How could he possibly prevent the inevitable?

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realcube · 3 years

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how haikyuu!! characters confess to you on valentine’s day💘

characters: kyōtani, tsukishima, sugawara & akaashi

tw// none

kentarō kyōtani

♡ writes you letter and puts you it in your locker 🥺

♡ but you catch him in the act FDGHJGFD

♡ he memorised that you usually arrive at school at around half passed eight so he made it a point to get to school extra early so nobody would see him

♡ but little did he know, you had the exact same plan in mind 🤦‍♂️

♡ so when you walked into school and noticed kyōtani aggressively pounding on your locked bc his chucky letter wouldn’t fit through the slot, you both froze in your tracks

♡ he realised how shady it looked that he was trying to get into your locker — plus, he was aware that he already had the appearance and the reputation of a delinquent, so he immediately thought that you would assume he was trying to rob your locker

♡ but in reality, not even for a second did you think that he was trying to steal anything

♡ but either way, mans took off 🏃‍♂️

♡ cut to you chasing him through the hallways, yelling for him to come back so you could confess to him

♡ but he thought you were chasing him bc you were angry

♡ eventually he reached a dead-end so he had no choice but to face your wrath

♡ so imagine his surprise when - instead of screaming at him - you handed him a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box, with a little sticky note on top with ‘be my valentine?’ written on it

♡ he was speechless so he just kinda looked up and stared at you with a blank expression

♡ ‘i know it’s cheesy but it was the best i could come up with.’ you stuttered, desperately trying to break the awkward silence kyōtani had left you in

♡ he was finally able to process what you had just given him and subtly shoved his love letter into his pocket now that you had confessed to him, ‘uh, thanks, i guess.’

♡ your lips instinctively fell into a frown, assuming that was a ‘no’. but to hide your disappointment, you forced a smile back on before turning your heels and hastily rushing away - planning to go cry in the bathroom now ✌ ‘okay, erm, bye, kyōtnani!’

♡ kyōtani’s eyes widened at how shaky your voice was all of a sudden and why you seemed to desperate to get away from him. had he said something to upset you?

♡ ‘uh, bye. meet me by the gates after school today.’

♡ you paused in your tracks, almost tripping over by doing so, ‘why?’ you choked, peering over you shoulder to look at him with hopeful, wide-eyes which caught him off-guard

♡ like jesus christ you looked cute-

♡ he felt his cheeks heat up at the sight so he quickly turned his head to the side and barked, ‘don’t be an idiot! obviously i’m gonna take you to the shop and buy you some chocolates - it’s only fair.’

♡ ‘like..a date?!’ you squealed, twirling around and clasping your hands together in delight

♡ ‘no.’

♡‘oh-’

♡ ‘i’ll take you on a date in the park afterwards.’

♡ you bounced excitedly, unable to resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and hold him in a tight embrace, ‘i can’t wait!’

♡ kyōtani let out a light sigh of relief as he felt your chest press tightly against his own, ‘yeah, same’

♡ although he didn’t sound too enthusiastic, he showed that he was looking forward to the date by skipping practise so you didn’t have to wait for him :))

kei tsukishima

♡ he does not ask you to be his valentine’s at the start of the day

♡ he just waits - not so patiently - for you to ask him

♡ but you didn’t >:(

♡ he was livid

♡ oh and during lunch you got him so hopeful bc you were like ‘oh, tsukki! i almost forgot. i’ve got something for you!’

♡ and he was like 90% sure it was a box of chocolates to accompany your confession but it was hIS FKN CHARGER THAT HE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT AT YOUR HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO AAAAAA

♡ grrr so since the whole day passed and you didn’t confess to him, he figured that he had to do everything himself 🙄

♡ last period, he texted you, asking for you to meet him at his house after your club

♡ (he wanted to confess in a location where there was no one around to make fun of him if he got rejected and if he was accepted, then he could take you on a date to the café near his house)

♡ so begrudgingly, you did - but after your club

♡ and you were under the impression that he went to volleyball club that day so he wouldn’t have to wait by his house for too long but rather, he skipped that day so he could first pop to the shops to buy a bouquet

♡ when you arrived at his house, you were greeted by him holding at bouquet of flowers and forcefully shaking them, indicating that he wanted you to take them

♡ ‘what are these for, tsukki?’ you hummed, grasping the stems of the flowers and slowly pulling them towards you, taking a long whiff of their sweet scent

♡ tsukishima looked away shyly, unable to make eye-contact with you without blushing. damn, this was harder than he thought.

♡ ‘for valentine’s day, duh.’

♡ you smirked, hugging the bouquet to your chest as you gazed up at him longingly, ‘so are you asking me to be your valentine or are these sympathy flowers?’

♡ tsukishima rolled his eyes, ‘asking you to be my valentine. but you’re so oblivious, i’m starting to regret it now.’

♡ that was a lie

♡ tsukishima mentally scolded himself; he was literally trying to get you to go out with him? why was he insulting you?

♡ ‘well, i’d love to be your valentine, kei.’ you cooed, your arms full with the flowers so instead of hugging him, you pressed your face in his chest and steadily, his large hand found it‘s way to your back, rubbing up and down your spine

♡ although on the outside he acted all nonchalant about it, on the inside he was setting off fireworks and celebrating

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you, until he broke it by inquiring, ‘wanna go get something to eat?’

♡ ‘yessss!’

kōshi sugawara

♡ probably planned for weeks beforehand

♡ makin sure he was extra fanon suga around you

♡ so when valentine’s day rolls around, he gives you a box of homemade cookies with barely any explanation

♡ then you noticed a lil’ sticky note on it, telling you to meet him at his house at 7PM

♡ you acted accordingly and once you arrived at his house, you were greeted by more homemade cookies and sugawara in a tuxedo

♡ ofc he led you to his back garden, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table he had set out under his small gazebo

♡ the table was all set for a hot date; which you could tell by the pale tablecloth, expensive-looking ivory plates, sparkling clean cutlery and the cherry on top was the candle he had lit which sat in the middle of the table

♡ then he came out with cloche, rushing up to you before lifting the lid - and once the clouds of steam subsided, you realised it was your favourite food-

♡ ‘you’re so extra, kōshi.’ you whined, hiding your blushing face with your hands

♡ he chuckled at your flustered reaction, taking a seat on the chair across from you only to lean across the table slightly to get a better view of you, ‘i just wanted this to be perfect for you, (y/n).’ he shrugged, not sure whether to take your statement as a compliment or insult

♡ ‘it is. thank you!’ you finally removed your hands from your face for him to see your grateful expression

♡ UHGFFKUJ HIS HEART 🥺

♡ anyway, he probably makes a big deal out of feeding you the first few bites of your food bc he thought it’d be romantic but he accidently dropped some on your school bottoms smh

♡ also, at some point in the night, he makes sure to do that thing where he leans across the table and eyes your lips while wiping some food off the corner of them

♡ oh and knuckle kisses 🥰

♡ he genuinely didn’t want the night to end so his heart sunk when he had to escort you back to your house

♡ but at least he got to hold your hand :))

♡ you were both staring up at the gorgeous night sky that was decorated by stars in comfortable silence, until sugawara realised something, ‘oh, i didn’t even ask you to be my valentine- my bad!’

♡ before you could coo an ‘it’s okay’, suga had already skipped in front of you and fell to one knee, taking you hand in his own and bringing it to his lips

♡ ‘kōshi’ you squealed, trying to cover your face with your spare hand - your heart skipped a beat at how similar sugawara’s actions were to a proposal

♡ suga thought you were so cute when you were shy aaaa (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ ‘(y/n), will you do me the honour of being my valentine?’

♡ ‘you’re such a prince!’ you gasped upon making a connection between sugawara’s signature beam and that of a charming prince from movies

♡ suga faltered at how off-topic your comment was, ‘thank you- but is that a no?’

♡ your eyes widened, rapidly shaking your head and dropping to your knees to place a lil’ peck on his forehead, ‘nonono! it’s a yes!’

♡ suga couldn’t help but snort at your adorable actions, mimicking them and pecking the tip of your nose

keiji akaashi

♡ definitely a secret admirer thing leading up to valentine’s day

♡ he’s been leaving notes in your locker for months tho

♡ he just loved seeing the wide grin spread across your face while you read the letter he wrote

♡ then he realised that valentine’s day was approaching so that gave him an excuse to confess

♡ one day he somehow mustered up the courage to write ‘meet me by the forest at 5′ on it and as soon as he slipped it into your locker, he was panicking

♡ like he was so anxious; the biggest fear on his mind being that, what if you didn’t like him?

♡ he was even considering not showing up bc he was too nervous

♡ but the last thing he wanted to do was ghost you and potentially hurt your feelings so he turned up

♡ when you saw him, he was acting so odd - hardly even acknowledging your presence - that you weren’t sure if he was the one writing the letters or if it’s just a coincidence

♡ ‘hi..’ he finally murmured, gently tapping your shoulder to grab your attention

♡ you smiled, clutching the letter to your chest as you twitched with excitement, ‘hi! are you, erm..the person who’s been writing these letters?’

♡ akaashi nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the ground while awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers

♡ ‘oh- well, they’re so beautiful! you have such a way with words and you make my day ten times brighter. thank you so much, akaashi.’

♡ he perked up upon hearing you say his name, he didn’t think you knew it-

♡ i mean, yeah, you were in the same biology and maths class but in the past, you’ve never even spared him a glance

♡ ‘it’s no problem. and seeing you smile makes my day brighter so..’ akaashi instantly cringed at how stalkerish and pathetic that must’ve sounded

♡ so needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when you simply giggled in response, ‘you’re sweet- anyway, i was wondering you’d like to come with me to get tea or someth--’

♡‘sure.’ he was sold at ‘tea’.

@the-astrumnauta @scftfairyking

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그래도 안 자면 안돼. 언마나 오래 갈지 모르겠으니까. Don’t stay up though. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.

Description: After a concert, Wonwoo isn’t feeling well but even if he’s completely determined to make it through the post-concert live, his body is not. When he faints mid broadcast, he’s sent to the hospital to get checked out but it leaves you with time to think that you might be the cause of his exhaustion and it spirals into an attack. And a conversation the next morning. Warnings: Anxiety attack, fainting, anxious thoughts Genre: Angst, Idol!Wonwoo x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.9k

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Wonwoo comes down from the stage stumbling and coughing but he's determined to make it through the short V-Live before he retreats to his hotel room to sleep for the rest of the night. He says all he needed is you to hold his hand for the duration of the live broadcast and he could make it through. You agree.

During the after concert V-Live, Wonwoo's hand grips yours tightly just off screen. He's still breathing hard from the concert but it's harder than he should be. You know he's really not feeling well. But the two of you have made an agreement. He'd do the live and if he, at any point, feels like he can't anymore, he would squeeze your hand three times in a row. Wonwoo has yet to signal.

You uncross your legs and then cross them in the opposite way again. Wonwoo glances over at you and you give him a soft reassuring smile.

15 minutes into the live broadcast, Wonwoo is tilting his head side to side and blinking like he's trying to keep his eyes open. You look at him worriedly before sharing a look with Mingyu who stands behind Wonwoo with his hands on the back of the couch, protectively.

Wonwoo knows that this V Live won't take too long. 30 minutes tops. At the beginning he really thought he could make it through it. But now, he's not so sure. Every single bone in his body feels like a piece of lead and his head feels like a giant medicine ball sitting atop this pile of lead. Even with his glasses on, his vision goes in and out of focus and he tries his best to focus on the conversation happening around him but his members' voices keep fading in and out.

The only thing keeping him semi grounded is your hand in his.

You're pulled out of the conversation the other members are having about Soonyoung's ment screwup by Wonwoo's hand squeezing yours three short times. Looking over at him, you nod and get up, preparing to lead him away. He follows your actions under the watchful eyes of Mingyu, Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol-who is on the other side of the group.

But as soon as he rises to full height, his hand goes slack, his legs buckle underneath him, and he crumples to the floor. All within the broadcast camera sight.

Within seconds, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Mingyu are kneeling at his sides and the V Live has been abruptly ended. Your breath is caught in your throat and your body frozen until Seungkwan gently pulls you to the side so managers can get to him.

"Wonwoo." Seungcheol gives his shoulder a gentle shake, hoping he hasn't lost consciousness.

Wonwoo releases a low groan and rolls onto his back. You release the breath you've been holding in when you see him move but the tightness in your chest doesn't dissipate. It stays like tightly coiled barbed wire around your heart. You're honestly not sure if you can name the emotion you're feeling. You know he's okay but you are also worried about what caused this.

Their manager relieves Mingyu and talks lowly to Wonwoo while other staff members scramble around the room. Wonwoo sits up with the help of their manager and Seungcheol. For a couple seconds he just sits there, dazed and sipping the water that was offered to him.

"I think we should get you checked out just in case." Their manager voices his opinion and Seungcheol nods in agreement.

"I agree. You should go. We'll stay here and wait for you." Seungcheol says, his leader instincts kicking in.

The other members stay silent where they've retreated to but you and Seungkwan are still in the same spots.

Wonwoo raises his head and his eyes immediately find yours staring at him with a look he can't quite read. Weakly, he holds out a hand and you kneel next to their manager, taking his hand in yours. The barbed wire around your heart tightens every so slightly.

"I think you need to get checked out." You voice your thoughts and before Wonwoo argue against you, you cut him off, "It's just a precaution. For my peace-of-mind, go get checked out at the hospital. Please?" You stare at Wonwoo and he can see the concern that's painted in your voice.

"Okay." He agrees quietly and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Their manager stands and starts giving out instructions while Seungcheol and Jeonghan help Wonwoo onto his feet.

"I'll stay here. Just come back soon." You tell Wonwoo as he's lowered into a wheelchair a staff member found somewhere.

Wonwoo nods, "Don't stay up though. I don't know how long I'll be gone." He advices you and you nod in response.

"I won't." You say with understanding but knowing you're probably going to stay up until he gets back.

He gives your hand one last squeeze before their manager rolls him down the hall and out of sight.

Walking back into the room, the rest of the members are talking quietly to themselves as the staff members clean up the equipment as all activities have been put on hold for the rest of the night.

You can't help but wonder what led up to this. Wonwoo has been fine the whole time up to this concert. He would spend his mornings at rehearsals, sometimes he'd spend lunch with you, return to rehearsals until they ended (usually late at night), and then he would come to your place to spend more time with you before sleeping over, only to have to get up early the next morning to repeat the same schedule.

Looking back at this, the barbed wire constricts a little more as you realize that he'd been spending a lot of time with you. Time he could've been using to rest and recharge from rehearsals. The other members were fine because they didn't have a person to eat lunch with or spend extra time at night with. They all probably went to bed after rehearsals and got good sleep for the next rehearsal filled day.

A hand covers your mouth as you realize you could be the one at fault for Wonwoo's fainting. Was it because you were too greedy and wanted to spend so much time with him? Were you not as concerned with his well being as you should've been? Was he not honest with you about how much time he was spending with you? Did he lie to you whenever you asked if he was tired?

Your breath picked up and your other arm wraps around your stomach as you try to fend off the attack but with the thoughts swirling in your head, it's pretty much useless to try and stop it.

Feeling your body refusing to stand straight any longer, you lower yourself onto your knees and struggle to get a breath in or out. Tears collect on your bottom eyelid and in a couple blinks, tears are dropping onto your cheeks.

"(y/n)?" Jun notices you kneeling and calls out your name which catches the attention of the other members.

You squeeze your eyes shut as a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders and holds you close. Your muffled sobs seep through you hand and the tears stream down your face. You struggle to breathe in, your chest stutters as the air hiccups into your lungs and yet the barbed wire still clings to your aching heart.

"You guys go ahead." Seungcheol says with his arms still around you.

"Josh, you and Minghao stay with them." Jeonghan instructs as he ushers the other members out of the room.

Why didn't he tell you he was tired? Why didn't he ever tell you it probably wasn't a good idea for him to see because he needed to rest? Why wasn't he honest with you?

Had you been too pushy? Did you say something that made him feel like he needed to lie to you? Did you smother him? Did you do this? Why didn't he just tell you?!

A fresh wave of tears pushes through your closed eyelids and you try to choke back sobs but it ends up making you cough.

"My... fault." You cough out, shaking your head with tears dripping from your chin. "He... and me... too much... time... spent..." A sob cuts your voice off and Seungcheol tightens his grip on you with a sigh.

Joshua and Minghao share a worried look which they then tossed to Seungcheol who understands their worry.

After 5 five minutes, which feels more like an eternity, the barbed wire around your heart finally disappears and the crushing weight on your chest dissipates and you can finally take in a substantial breath. Though the tears are still trickling out, you open your eyes and your tired body sinks into Seungcheol's chest.

"It's my fault, isn't it?" You ask in a muttered voice, wiping the tears off your wet cheeks.

"We should talk about this later." Joshua advices with a soft voice but you shake your head.

"It is though. The times when he should've been properly resting he was with me." You explain, voice scratchy from the crying. "And what if I was being too greedy and pushy for time with him that he never told me when he needed proper rest?"

"I doubt that's true." Minghao sighs and Seungcheol nods his head in agreement.

You scoff slightly, the negative thoughts still flooding the floor of your mind, "You don't know what goes through Wonwoo's mind. I hardly ever know."

"I know he wouldn't keep something like that from you." Seungcheol states definitively, "He indeed is a very private person but he wouldn't say those kinds of lies. Especially not to you."

Not really truly believing his words, you stay silent and your eyes start to feel heavy.

"Let's go upstairs to the rooms and you can get some sleep." Joshua says and taps Minghao's knee.

Minghao and Joshua pull you up onto your feet before Seungcheol stands up. As they lead you out of the room, your eyes linger on the spot where Wonwoo fainted and you feel a twinge of pain in your heart which makes you look away.

"He'll be okay." Minghao reassures you and wraps an around your shoulders. "Just need the doctor's okay for him to continue to do stuff with us."

You nod slowly, hoping it's believable. From your eyes, the drowsiness travels to your shoulders as they start to feel heavy.

When you reach the floor that has been blocked out for the members and their staff, you're slightly surprised to see so many hotel doors propped open.

"Do you want to go to Wonwoo's room to wait?" Joshua asks and through the open doors, the other members begin to shuffle at the sound of voices.

"I don't think I want to be alone... Too many thoughts yet." You gesture up to your head and half smile.

"You can stay in my room." Seungcheol offers, "I'm sure that's where we'll all be waiting anyway."

"We're already here." Mingyu pops his head out of the doorway of his and Seungcheol's room with a warm smile.

"Make way!" Soonyoung exclaims from a room behind you, "Lots of hot popcorn coming through!"

Side stepping, you watch as Soonyoung runs from his room carrying five steaming bags of freshly popped popcorn right into Seungcheol and Mingyu's room.

"Mingyu, you guys got water in there?" You ask and he nods his head quickly.

"Yeah, come on." He says and waves you in before disappearing into the room.

You admired this side of the members. The one that understands severity of situations but always tries to keep spirits up for others and for themselves. It's why you don't really want to be alone at this moment. Your negative thoughts would most likely take over and you'd probably end up crying yourself to sleep.

In the room, Jeonghan, Dino, and Vernon occupy Seungcheol's bed while Mingyu and Seokmin occupy Mingyu's bed. Soonyoung and Seungkwan are perched on the couch. The others must be in their rooms with their doors open.

"He'll be okay." Seungkwan reassures you as you take a seat on the couch.

You nod, not wanting to dive into the real reason you lost it earlier. "Yeah, I'm sure he will be."

Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung lightly shoves into you as he tries to catch a piece of popcorn in his mouth but unfortunately misses.

"Dang." He mutters, disappointed, before picking up another piece and trying again. This time succeeding. "YES!" Soonyoung smiles happily at you and you can't help but smile at him. Chuckles from around the room indicate the everyone is looking at him and his popcorn endeavors.

Somewhere in the next hour, you had dozed off and Soonyoung and Seungkwan moved off the couch so you could fully lay out. As soon as Mingyu draped a blanket over you, you were fast asleep. Your body exhausted from the anxiety attack you had gone through.

Seungcheol shooed the waiting party into a different room but kept his door ajar, partly for him and partly for you.

An hour and a half after Wonwoo went to the hospital and an hour after Pledis released an emergency statement explaining what had happened and what is currently being done, Wonwoo and their manager return to the hotel. Wonwoo walks through the hallway of their floor on his own but at a slower than usual pace. Turning the corner, they see most of the members' doors propped open and their manager chuckles softly.

"Let's get you to your room." Their manager says just before Seungcheol, Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan tumble out of Seungkwan and Dino's room.

"You're back." Seungkwan says with a relieved sigh and Wonwoo can hear other members scramble out of bed just before their heads pop out of their doorways. He searches for your face but when he doesn't see you, he assumes your asleep in his bed.

"What did the doctor say?" Dino asks, reaching Wonwoo first and offering his shoulder for support. Jun stumbles into the doorway of their shared room.

"No concussion or anything serious. Said my body's just exhausted and that it's highly recommended I rest for a few days." Wonwoo answers the question.

"Starting now." Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest and Mingyu copies his actions.

The small group follows Wonwoo into his room where Jun has already climbed back into bed. Expecting to see you in his bed, Wonwoo stops abruptly when the you're not where he expected you to be.

"Where's (y/n)?" He turns to ask the others with concern.

"She's asleep on the couch in my room." Seungcheol points a thumb behind them.

"I want to see her." Wonwoo says and begins walking back out of the room but Mingyu stops him.

"Hyung, she's sleeping and she's really needs the rest." He vaguely explains.

Wonwoo scrunches his eyebrows together, "What do you mean?"

"She panicked after you left." Seungcheol lays out the truth and Wonwoo's heart feels like it just stopped beating.

"Okay, now I really need to see her." Wonwoo defends and tries to push forward.

But Mingyu still blocks his path to the door, "Tomorrow, when you're both not ridiculously tired."

With his heart pounding in his ears, Wonwoo breathes in deeply but Seungcheol cuts him off before he can say anything.

"Tomorrow." He states in a tone that ends the discussion right there and then. Seungcheol doesn't say anymore knowing that what you panicked over is something that the two of you need to discuss.

Defeated, Wonwoo walks the short distance to his bed and tucks himself in with his heart still pounding. Despite his mind racing with thoughts worrying about you, his body pulls him into sleep within minutes after the others have left the room. Jun stays awake until he's certain Wonwoo is asleep before falling back asleep himself.

Mingyu tries his hardest to not make too much noise as he gets ready for the day but of course, his clumsy self had to go and drop his phone on the desk which sent some of his toiletries tumbling around the desk and onto the floor.

The commotion was the second thing that brought you out of your slumber. The first being the obnoxious sunlight pouring in through the windows. Opening your eyes, you see Mingyu mumbling to himself as he picks up his fallen items. You stretch out your limbs and yawn loudly.

"Oh, I woke you up." Mingyu says in disappointment.

You sit up and shake your head, "Nah, the sun was already doing a pretty good job of that."

"Sorry it was loud. I swear I was trying to be quiet." Mingyu smiles sheepishly at you to which you giggle.

"Mingyu, it's fine." You tell him before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

Then it hits you. Why is Mingyu in Wonwoo's room? Or why are you in Mingyu's room?

"Did Wonwoo get back yet?" You ask, realizing it's morning and you hadn't heard anything at all during the night.

"Yeah, he got back after you fell asleep." Mingyu informs you.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You ask standing to your feet, heading to the door.

"Cause you were sleeping and he also needed to sleeeeeeep." He drags out the last word at you but you're already out the door.

Quickly walking down the hall to Wonwoo and Jun's shared room, you're happy that the door is open ajar and let yourself in, quietly, just in case Wonwoo's still sleeping.

Tip-toeing into the room, Jun's bed sits empty but still unmade and Wonwoo is still tucked into his bed, eyes closed and breathing steady. You release a sigh of relief and crawl into bed behind him, wrapping an arm around his large torso as far as you can reach which isn't that far with only one arm. As you nuzzle your nose into his back, he stirs and tries to roll over, almost squishing you in the process.

"(y/n)?" His groggy morning voice calls out your name and he peeks through half opened eyes.

"I'm here." You tell him. Scooting out from underneath him, you wrap him in your arms and cuddles into your body. Wonwoo's head rests against your chest and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

"What did the doctor say?" You ask, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

"Well, I don't have any serious injuries but won't be at rehearsals for the next few days." Wonwoo sighs, his eyes staying closed.

"That bad?" You frown that he'll have to miss rehearsals but also since the boys have a few days off before the next concert, it's not too terrible.

"It's not bad. I just need some rest." He mumbles and leans up to plant a kiss at the base of your neck.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you wanted to bring up your thoughts from yesterday now or if you should wait. Wonwoo registers your silence and instead of contemplating the decision, he just dives right in.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling back and looking at you.

"Not.. really, no." You answer him honestly.

"What happened?" Wonwoo questions now wide awake and sits up, leaning against the headboard.

You also sit up properly but glance nervously towards the door.

"He left awhile ago and I doubt anyone's gonna walk in. They all went out, I think." He explains catching your glance.

Taking a deep breath, you look at Wonwoo, "After you left, I just, I started to panic thinking that maybe it was my fault that your body gave out."

"It's not you fault." Wonwoo says softly and grabs your hand gently.

"You spent what little free time you had with me." You continue to explain, letting the held back words slip out into the world, "You spent every night at my place when you probably should've been in your own bed, closer to rehearsals, getting enough sleep for your exhausting rehearsals. You needed those hours to rest and I can't help but think that I took them away from you and because I did that your body couldn't handle the work." You sniffle as somehow more fearful tears appear, "And you promised me. You promised me that you wouldn't overwork yourself. I told you to ditch me if it meant letting yourself rest. Now I'm scared that every time we hang out, you're doing it just for me and that you should be resting but instead you're out with me and won't tell me that you need to be elsewhere."

Realization washes over Wonwoo as he takes in your words. He had promised you. But he, honestly, never felt like he wasn't getting enough rest. He always, always wanted to spend time with you, even if it meant sacrificing a few extra minutes of sleep.

Wonwoo tugs you into a hug and you let him envelope you in his arms, his head resting on top of yours.

"You just... fell." You mumble, recalling what you saw the night before. "You were standing one second and the next your were on the ground and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I couldn't even think. I just, I don't want to be the reason you neglect your health. I don't want to be the reason you end up like that again." You let out a shaky breath and Wonwoo can feel his own tears well up in his eyes.

Lord knows he's not a cryer but hearing you doubt yourself and doubt him has him dipping into a sadness he almost never dips into.

"I did promise you." He says softly, willing his voice to stay steady. "But I never, not once, thought I wasn't getting enough rest. Every night I slept over at your place was a night I wanted to stay over. I always wanted to spend that extra time with you. It was never because I felt obligated to be with you. Never." Wonwoo squeezes you closer and you look up at him but he just continues to stare straight ahead trying to rid his eyes of the tears. "It's honestly probably my own fault for not listening to my body enough. It was me ignoring my body's needs and I paid the price for it." He finally looks down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead, "You will never be the reason why I fainted."

You adjust your position and kneel next to him, his arm still resting on your arm.

"I know that but I don't know how long it'll take for this worry to go away." You tell him and he nods in understanding.

"I know." Wonwoo says, "And I'll just reassure you every time."

"And please, listen to your body more." You ask of him with pleading eyes.

Wonwoo leans closer and presses a firm kiss to your lips. "I will."

"You should probably get some more sleep." You smile softly, "I know how much sleep you usually get on days off."

"Stay with me?" He questions and you roll your eyes at the question.

"Of course. Like you said, everyone went out so what else am I going to do besides baby my boyfriend?" You joke and he chuckles while laying back with you.

After a moment a silent settling in, Wonwoo sighs, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

You press your cheek against his chest, "It's okay. I'm just glad you're okay and nothing is injured."

Wonwoo kisses the top of your head once more and before he starts to fall asleep again, mumbles, "Me too."

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 6

Summary- Has Karma finally caught up to you?

Word count- 2.1K

Pairing- Chris Hems x You x Liam Hems

Warnings- Smut, cheating, swearing

18+only

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 21st July 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings

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He turns on his side, looking at you, his leg wrapping around yours. Holding you close, afraid to let you go.

"I want to be able to take you out and show you off, instead of hiding away in hotels rooms. I want everyone to know you're mine, not Liam's."

You struggled to sleep that night, tossing and turning while Chris slept like a baby next to you. You couldn't stop thinking about the many possible outcomes of your secret being out in the open, while you knew it was going to have to happen sooner rather than later, there would be no way you could avoid the utter turmoil that would follow. You couldn't think of one possible outcome that wouldn't cause complete destruction for everyone involved which understandably left you feeling completely anxious.

Your phone buzzing on the bedside table, roused you from the light sleep you'd finally managed to fall into. Tiredness washed over you like a thick lead, your eyes heavy and blurred as you blinked at the screen of the phone and realised you hadn't called Liam like you said you would.

You answered the phone quiety, getting up to go into the bathroom, your usual tactic of running the water while you spoke but this time hiding your voice from Chris not Liam.

"Hi babe." You whispered. Stepping over the piles of clothes scattered across the room, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Chris was still sleeping.

"Why are you whispering?" Fuck.

"Sorry I've just woken up." You said in your normal tone, whincing at how loud your voice sounded in the peaceful room. Cringing even more when Chris woke from his sleep, his eyes opening, sitting up and spotting you across the room. Realisation flashed before his eyes as you put your fingers to your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet, cursing yourself for not making it to the bathroom in time.

"Sorry, you're usually awake at this time. I just phoned to make sure you were ok, you didn't call last night." Liam says.

"I know sorry, I was shattered and fell asleep more or less as soon as I laid down. I didn't sleep well though. How are you?" You turned your back on Chris, not being able to stand the faces he was pulling.

"Aww you never sleep well in hotels do you? I remember that trip to New York, we didn't sleep all night."

"Yeah I remember although that was for different reasons." You could hear Chris stirring behind you, getting out of bed.

"That's true, we need a trip like that again soon, where we spend the whole weekend in bed." He laughed, you rolled your eyes at the irony, little did he know that's exactly what you were doing at that moment in time. Chris confirming it when he slid up behind you, his naked warmth pressing against you, the heat of his morning glory resting against the swell of your ass.

"Yes we do, anyway I'm going to have to go I'm going to be late for this conference." You could hardly concentrate as Chris began planting feathery kisses all across your shoulders.

"Ok babe, I'll speak to you after. Love you." Liam says.

"Love you too." Chris pulled a disgusted face at you, his expression contorting his handsome face, before taking your phone from your hand, ending the call and discarding it on to the bed.

"Who do you love?" Chris asked needily, his breath heavy in your ear while he pushed your knees apart so his hand could slip in between, stroking your wetness with the pads of his fingers.

"You." You sigh as his thumb meets your clit, circling slowly.

"Good girl. Now back to bed, i intend to make the most of our last full day together for a while." He slaps your ass as you move to the bed, squeeling as you fall down on to it.

He falls down next to you, making you squeel again when the bed bounces you up and then his hands are all over you. Gripping and squeezing all your curves while his lips attach to your fever hot skin.

You lift yourself onto him, straddling him, your wetness soaking his thighs.

"Sit on my face." He says excitedly, his face lighting up at the prospect.

You move to hover over his face, while his tongue reaches out to lick smoothly up your folds, flicking against your clit and making you moan with pleasure.

"When I said sit on my face I meant literally clasp your thighs around my head and smother me with that perfect fucking pussy."

You whine at his words, grinding yourself against the roughness of his beard. Leaning forward to hold the headboard as Chris's tongue dips into your opening, swirling around, his nose adding friction to your swollen clit. He groans against you, the vibration sending you to the edge as you lean back, your hands resting on Chris's hips, your thighs clasped tightly around his face. From this position you can see him perfectly, his expression locked with lust as he eats your pussy so good. Your legs shake as the gripping rises through you, tingles throughout your body as you come so hard on his tongue.

A hum of approval from Chris as he laps up your juices, smiling triumphantly while you pant, biting your bottom lip, your legs still trembling. You roll over next to Chris, cramp seizing up your muscles due to the intensity of your orgasm.

"Fuck Chris, you're too good at that." You pant, laying on your back in the middle of the bed, Chris lying beside you his hand gently tickling your arm.

"Fucking too right, I'd eat your pussy every day if I could."

"Well if that isn't a reason to tell Liam, I don't know what is." You laugh, turning to face Chris. Hunger still flaring in his eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He says while squeezing your thigh. "Shower? I've got unfinished business to attend to." Tipping his head towards his straining erection.

You'd barely made it to the shower before he's already bending you over, muttering in your ear about how hot you are. One hand cupping the nape of your neck, the other gripping onto your hips as he shoves his dick deep inside your tight walls.

Your hands slipping down the wall of the slick shower, trying to find something to cling on to while he relentlessly pounds into you from behind. His thighs slapping against your ass, the sound of skin connecting echoing around the tiled room.

Watching his cock dipping in and out of your greedy cunt, mesmerizes him, his thumbs digging into your cheeks as he pulls them apart for a better view.

He groans when you tighten around him, your muscles gripping against him as the sensations travel through your body like fire. Your head dizzy, full of only pleasure as you gush around him. His hand smooths up your back, tangling around your hair as his thrusts get sloppy, smashing against you with a grunt. Satisfaction washing over you both as he finishes with one last thrust.

"You're a machine. Fuck.". You pant, resting against the cold tiles.

"I aim to please." He stands under the water, washing himself. You're hypnotised watching the water drip down his body, drops resting on the ridges of his toned stomach.

He looks down at you, his hands smoothing through his wet hair, his mouth slightly open as the water runs off of his face. Proud of the way your legs are still like jelly, that just fucked look still painting your face.

"Shall I order room service? I've definitely worked up a appetite after that."

"I'm gunna wash my hair and then I'll join you. Order some pancakes." You slapped Chris on his taunt ass as he stepped out the shower, winking at him as he turned around with a faked shocked face before leaning in to kiss you.

"Anything for you."

You took your time washing your hair, enjoying the bliss of silent thoughts. Finally lost in the moment and enjoying your time with Chris without having to think about all the other things. This is how it should be all the time, easy, nothing to worry about, this is how you wish it would be.

You wrapped a towel around you, the steam in the room making you lightheaded. Holding on to the sink to steady yourself, you caught your reflection in the mirror. You studied your face, noticing how the stress had started to age you, little lines by your eyes that weren't there before.

The thought played in your mind as you left the bedroom, freezing in shock when you realised you weren't alone.

Talk about bad timing, you'd walked out of the bathroom at the same time room service was delivered. The tall, dark hotel worker still stood in the doorway as Chris closed the door behind him. You saw his eyes light up when he saw you, recognition flash through his eyes when he saw your shocked expression. He knew exactly who you were and exactly what you were doing here, half naked in Chris's room. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Chris, what the fuck? You could've warned me not to come out."

"I shouted through to you, did you not hear? Relax, he won't say anything. It's company policy."

"Fuck. Do you think he cares about fucking company policy with the measly rate of pay he gets?" You start to panic, of all the things to go wrong this was probably the worst. You couldn't help thinking it was karma getting its own back, finally catching up to you.

"We'll be fine, he probably didn't even recognise you." Chris was calm, nonchalant as usual.

"He definitely did, didn't you see the look on his face?" You saw the look in his eye and knew what it meant.

"You're paranoid. Relax, we're fine." He pulls you into his arms, his hands travelling up your towel. "Do we need this?" He pulls away your towel with a frown.

"Chris how are you so calm?" You stand up, pacing the floor in front of him.

"Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you're angry." He sits back on the bed, admiring you as you glare at him then holding his hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok but would it be so bad if we were found out?"

"Yes. Yeah it fucking would. I don't want Liam finding out like that and why would you?"

"I'm at the point where I don't care how he finds out as long as he does, I just want this everyday. You. I can't stand giving you up again after this weekend and having to wait weeks to have you back."

"Yeah I know but not like this Chris. You need to go track him down and give him some money or something. Please." You plead, tears prickling your eyes.

"Fine, told you I'd do anything for you and I meant it but can we eat first?" He raised his eyebrow, patting the bed next to him.

***************

"Hi it's Mr Hemsworth in the penthouse suite, is it possible for you to send the guy who just delivered our... I mean, my room service, back up to my room please." Chris said, on the phone to front desk.

"Of course, is everything ok with your food Sir?"

"Yes fine, I just forgot to tip him." He rolled his eyes at you.

"No problem, I'll send him up for you now Sir." She laughed.

"She's sending him up." Chris said to you, putting down the phone and sighing.

"Shall I hide?" You ask, unsure what to do in this situation.

"Well yeah, he might not've seen you in the first place."

"He did." You say over your shoulder, already making your way to the bathroom.

You stand by the door, it open a little so you can hear them talking. Your heart beating fast as you waited patiently, leaning against the wall with your ear to the crack in the door when you hear a knock and Chris's heavy footsteps going to answer it.

"Hi, I forgot to tip you earlier. Let me just get it for you, come in." Chris says.

"Oh it's fine Sir, you don't have to tip me."

You peeked your eyes through the crack in the door, spying the guy stood awkwardly by the door while Chris went through his wallet.

"I hope you will respect my privacy and I can rely on your discretion?" Chris said while handing the guy a huge wad of cash, looking like he was making some kind of dodgy deal.

"I'm not sure what you mean Sir but thank you."

"I think you do." Chris glared at him, his face expressionless making the guy uncomfortable, looking at his feet.

The guy turned to leave before looking back over his shoulder at the door, his hand on the door handle.

"If it makes any difference I would choose you over your brother any day." He winked as he left the room.

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sagefzy · 3 years

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PART FOUR: POPCORN AND GREEN TEA

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You tapped your foot on the pavement, anxious to finally meet the eyes of your old friend. The feeling of excitement was almost overwhelming all your senses, the only thing you could focus on was the plain, faded brown door in front of you. Quickly, you sent Suna a text to let him know of your arrival, however in the corner of your eye, you suddenly noticed two figures approaching. You shrugged it off, thinking that it was just two guys passing by on a walk, but rather than walking past the house, they stepped up the driveway slowly drawing near you.

Hearing Ennoshita's words in your mind about being aware of your surroundings, you discreetly glanced back observing the two. But, much to your surprise, it was the exact two guys who bombarded you at the supermarket yesterday. Well, actually, more like the one blond who smashed a shopping cart into your heel, blubbering apologies and looking away, while the other one stood there and watched the whole incident play out.

You watched them for what seemed like forever. Could they possibly be Suna's friends? No, the whole thing seemed too coincidental, surely that couldn't be the case. Not willing to take the chance, you took out your phone once more in hopes to get Suna to clarify that those were, indeed, not his friends. Unfortunately for you, it appeared that the universe had decided to make you a pawn in its game because the two of them were, indeed, his friends.

You let out a heavy sigh, you could already tell that the next few hours would be nothing but awkward stares and embarrassing conversations. Not wanting to ruin your one day of freedom- the one day where you didn't have to listen to your dad's constant yells, telling you how much of a disappointment you are- the one day where you didn't have to sit in front of the piano all day just to feel some sort of gratification. It was then that you decided to just ignore the situation, and pretend as if the blond wasn't the reason that the back of your foot was wrapped in a bandage. For all Suna knew, this was you guys' first encounter, so be it.

Right as the door opened, your eyes were drawn to the tall green-eyed boy who you used to spend every day with as a young kid. "Y/N, so glad you're here!" Suna smiled, as he went in for a quick hug. "Those two behind you are Atsumu and Osamu." He introduced, pointing to the two that were now directly behind you. The blond looked absolutely horrified, stealing brief glimpses at the bandage that hugged your heel, the other one, however, stared back with a nonchalant smile. "They may have almost the same face, but the one with the ugly piss-colored hair is Atsumu, and the normal looking one is Osamu."

You grinned back at the two, showcasing your brightest smile, hoping that they'd get the message to not bring up the fact that this was not your first encounter. You were going to introduce yourself to the two, but the blond seemed to beat you to cut. "How come Samu is the normal one?" He whined.

Suna snickered, "Because Osamu doesn't act like a dramatic brat who needs his hand held every damn second of the day."

Suna's blunt words made you softly chuckle, there was something in friendly banter that just made it so pure and innocent. You looked up at the two, noticing that the blond's expression had softened after hearing your giggles. With the brief moment of silence at hand, you decided to take this as the moment to introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you Atsumu and Osamu."

"Well now that we got introductions out of the way, why don't we go inside and find something to do," Suna suggested.

"Rinny, can we watch a movie?" You asked excitedly. The last time you had watched a movie was when you hung out with Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Ennoshita before leaving Miyagi, and your dad hardly ever let you engage in anything other than school work or piano, making it a rare treasure.

Suna nodded, "Watching a movie it is."

As all of you entered the house, you couldn't help but hear the blond, Atsumu mutter to his brother, "If I called 'm Rinny I think he'd punch me on the spot."

A smile quickly reappeared on your face as you heard his brother respond, "I don't know, I'll give ya one thousand yen to put it to the test."

"No, I think I'll choose life," He giggled.

You found your way to the couch and swiftly pulled out your phone, eager to let your friends know your current situation. The whole scene sounded like something straight out of a book.

You clicked your phone off and turned your attention to the aroma that seemed to be emerging from the kitchen. The familiar scent, caramel popcorn and green tea, jogged an almost forgotten memory of your childhood. An unlikely duo, yet even as a child you couldn't get enough of the weird combination. No one would've ever thought to put the two together, but it just worked.

You almost laughed at the sight. Suna walked out of the kitchen juggling three bowls of caramel popcorn, three bottles of energy drinks, and, of course, your mug of green tea. Since he had such little grace, you got up and lent a helping hand. "No, no you're my guest and you're injured go sit back down," Suna scolded.

"Well it's too late, I'm already here, so I'll just take some of that off your hand," You said while grabbing the mug of tea and the three energy drinks. You walked over to the twins and handed them each their bottle.

"Say what happened to yer foot over there?" Osamu asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah you never told me what you did to your foot, Y/N," Suna added as he placed the remaining bowls on the side table.

"It's not a big deal I just scraped myself with glass while unpacking," You blurted. You hoped that the lie was convincing enough, but to be honest, scraping yourself with glass sounded way more believable than being run over with a shopping cart.

"I see, sorry to hear that," Osamu responded in an almost surprise-like manner. You thought that maybe he expected you to call out his brother, however you decided to stick with your initial decision of ignoring the situation to save your night from awkwardness. His expression only got more surprised as he realized the unusual food combination you were eating. For only eating caramel popcorn with green tea, he looked as if you were committing a crime against food.

"Green tea with caramel popcorn?" He asked.

With no shame you nodded your head. "Don't knock it until you try it, it's my favorite combo in the world. I can never get enough of it."

Suna sighed, "Yeah, it's no use to convince her otherwise it's been more than a solid seven years since i last saw her and she still likes it."

The night ended almost as quickly as it started. Although you were initially worried about it being awkward, your worries were soon rested once Osamu started explaining his love of cooking. You both talked endlessly about all sorts of sweets and savory foods you both enjoyed indulging in. However, his twin, on the other hand, barely talked as he aimlessly played around with his phone.

Your eyes noticed the time on the nearby clock, the numbers displaying that it was near midnight. Your stomach instantly knotted, if your dad wasn't asleep, you for sure were going to get an ear full when you arrived home. You picked up your phone, and smiled at Suna and Osamu who's chest softly rose up and down as they slept.

You stood up quietly, getting Atsumu's attention. You didn't expect him to do or say anything since he'd been quite dull the entire night, but it seemed like this was a night of surprises. "Yer not planning to go all the way to the bus stop by yerself now are ya?" He asked.

"Well I'm not waking either of them so they can escort me if that's what you're asking," you responded "But, you're more than welcome to join me if it'll put your mind at ease." You fully expected him to not care, however he grabbed his jacket next to him and stood up, walking over to where you stood by the front door.

He quietly opened the door, careful to not make a creaking noise. "After you," He said as he directed you out of the house. The crisp winter air hit your face, your whole body jolted from the sudden change of temperatures. "Don't suppose yer cold now?" He asked, probably noticing your shivering. You replied by shaking your head and continued on the trail to the bus stop.

The rest of the walk was mostly silent, neither one of you knowing what to say. This was definitely uncharacteristically of Atsumu, anyone who'd even slightly know him would expect him to be chatting your ear off with overdramatized commentary. However, things seemed to be different in this situation, there was an eerie feeling about you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Of course, it didn't help that your first encounter with him was him, in fact, running a shopping cart into you, but it wasn't just that. Maybe it was the way you presented yourself, in an almost sickening sweet-like manner. It all felt artificial, like a facade.

"Well this is it," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Just in time for the last bus, thanks for walking with me." You turned around to enter the vehicle but before you could, a hand made its way to your arm. You immediately flinched at the contact, pulling away at the light hold he had on you.

"I'm sorry I just- i um," He started, trying to find a way to word what he wanted to say. "I wanted to say that 'm sorry for yesterday, it was kind of a shitty thing to do, and 'm also sorry for not really talking all that much today, ya seem really nice and I'm usually not this bad when it comes to meeting new people. And, I totally ruined the night by ignoring you I-"

You lightly laughed, "It's alright, plus any friend of Rin's, is a friend of mine, and you didn't ruin tonight at all, I thought it was perfect." You both smiled back at each other, not saying anything for a moment. You cleared your throat, "Um, I'll see you around, have a good night, Atsumu."

He watched as you entered the bus. A small smile made it on his face as he watched you wave goodbye from the bus window. He waved back and muttered under his breath, "Good night, Y/N."

The bus ride was only about ten minutes. Anxiously, you opened the door to your house, hoping that by some miracle your dad would be sound asleep. The old door slightly creaked, you peaked inside and all your worries flushed away as you saw your dad passed out on the couch. Granted he was passed out drunk, at least that's what you gathered by the four bottles of empty beer that laid at his feet.

Even for you, life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. As much as you wanted it to be, as much as you led people on to think that it was, it just wasn't. The worst part of it was that deep down, you felt accountable for it all. Maybe if you would've been just a little better at piano, you could've achieved your perfect life.

You reached your bedroom and exhaustedly plopped down on your bed. You glanced at the picture of your mother on your bedside table. Her long hair glided down her lavender dress, her face gleaming with a smile. In one hand she held her violin and the other held an award deeming her the best violinist in the nation. She was talented, beautiful, intelligent, and made your dad happy. She was absolutely everything you weren't, and your dad made sure to remind you everyday.

Life before she died was perfect. You could never recall a memory of you being sad around her. Before you closed your eyes, you whispered, "I wish I was perfect like you."

fun facts !

Whenever Atsumu doesn't know how to address a situation, he just goes on his phone and plays angry birds.

If you're ever bored, Osamu will talk forever about all the different ways you can cook the same recipe.

Suna can never stay awake during a movie night, he always falls asleep somehow.

Before getting into volleyball, the twins' mother tried to get them into violin, however that quickly failed once Atsumu broke his bow on the second day of lessons.

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tillxthexearthxstartsxtoxcrumble · 3 years

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Bobby made a list of all the possible things that could’ve gone wrong that day. He was going to update it that night, once the show was done and they had rocked out the Orpheum. It started out great. The four boys woke up with hardly any sleep in them because of their excitement for the day, but nothing could kill their adrenaline for the day ahead of them. Even Bobby, who usually tried to hide his emotions, was almost all smiles that morning. They all got their parents to agree to let them stay the night in the studio.

“Just think, later tonight we could have a manager and we could finally get big like we’ve always dreamed!” Luke said, being the band’s usual hype man. Reggie nodded,

“Yeah! Who knows what’s gonna happen tonight, but it’s gonna be a big night.” Alex smiled in response, but the band knew the fact that their entire future was almost riding on that night, it would make him more anxious than the rest of them. They were all anxious about it, of course, but they wouldn’t let it take away from their excitement in any way.

“No matter what happens I’m sure everything will turn out good in the end.” Bobby tried subtly reassuring Alex, which didn’t do much, but Alex appreciated the attempt.

“Yeah for sure.” he nodded. They knew he wouldn’t wanna ruin their fun with this, so they all shared a look and immediately knew what to do.

“Hey, let’s go check out the area. Maybe we’ll be able to meet some fans!” Reggie got his big grin, opening the garage doors for them to start on their quest to calm Alex down at least in the slightest.

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 1. An instrument could get damaged.

They ended up seeing some people already lining up outside the orpheum, waiting just so they could get good spots. All of their hearts felt like they were flying when they saw the sight. Alex actually got a real smile at that, not the one he gave them to make them feel better.

“Luke, are you sure you wanna open with ‘Now or Never’?” Bobby questioned him, “It kinda feels like one we should save for last, y’know, to really blow them all away. It’s our song we always hear the most positive response to.”

“That’s exactly why we gotta start with it, man! We gotta show everyone how good we are, catch them by surprise and keep them on the edge of their seats. I don’t want them to just enjoy us at the end, we gotta keep them going the whole time!” Bobby couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s enthusiasm.

“All right, fine, but if the crowd doesn’t seem as passionate about the rest, don’t blame me.” Reggie chuckled and put his arm around his friends.

“I say we go check out the area and see if we wanna get something to eat and we just kill time for a while before we go and rehearse.”

~♧~

That’s what they did for a while, they ended up having a lot of fun and they managed to get their nerves set aside and that allowed them to get fully excited for the show later that night.

“Hey, do any of you wanna hear my joke about the blunt pencil? Oh it doesn’t matter, it’s pointless.” Bobby said, and he got an evil grin at the sound of his friends letting out an annoyed groan.

“No, I want to hear it!” Reggie said excitedly, which only made his friends get more tired of them.

“Reggie that-” at the look on Reggie’s face Alex just paused and sighed, “okay.”

Luke decided to ignore the terrible puns going on and turned to his friends. “Hey, let’s go do that sound check- we don’t wanna not be ready for our performance.”

~♧~

“You sure you don’t wanna go with them? I’m not sure you’ll be able to occupy yourself for two hours.” Rose smiled at him,

“Nah, they’ll be fine. I’m not sure even they could fuck everything up in the time they go get food and come back.“ Bobby chuckled, trying to come up with more flirty lines but given his tendency to use terrible puns, he’s not exactly the best with flirting either.

It had been almost an hour and a half since they’d left. Bobby knew it might’ve taken them awhile to find food and get it but it shouldn’t be taking them this long.

“Bobby, I say we just go out and search for them. Maybe they lost track of time and we just need to go get them.” Rose suggested to the anxious guitar player.

“No- No, they wouldn’t ever lose track of time. This means the world to them. They’ll be here. I know they will. Even if they died, they’d find a way to play the Orpheum.” Bobby started pacing back and forth. They both knew he was just trying to convince himself at that point, “They wouldn’t miss this.”

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 2.The equipment is messed up.

“Luke, R-Reggie” Alex croaked out, tears streaming down his cheeks from the pain. They didn’t respond. Alex felt everything inside him stop. They were gone. The pain from the hotdogs weren’t even anything compared to the loss he felt. Alex screamed, his two best friends just died. He started coughing up blood, everyone around him trying to save the boy but knowing they couldn’t.

“Please, I don’t wanna die.”

Bobby started getting a little upset at them for taking this long, they had missed the rest of rehearsal and they only had minutes before they were supposed to go on stage. Why were they taking so long?

“I don’t wanna go to hell.” He begged.

Bobby could hear everyone chanting just thirty feet away. They were late, he couldn’t go on without them. He felt everything in his body freeze up when he saw the doors open, he hoped it was them.

The last thing Alex heard was a thumping noise filling his ears, slowing down into nothing, and a scream.

“Are you Robert?”

Bobby nodded, a wave of fear washing over him. He knew it would be bad but nothing could prepare him for why this man was here.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but.. You won’t be playing tonight.”

“Alex Mercer, time of death at 10:24 PM”

Bobby stopped breathing for a moment, “What do you mean?”

Everything felt like a blur after that.

“Kid, I don’t know how to tell you this.” the next words felt as if they were being said through a loudspeaker, as Bobby was underwater. “Your bandmates all passed away about half an hour ago.”

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 3.One of them is late.

Bobby was completely calm with the next few words. “Why wasn’t I told right away?” It caught the officer off guard. He shifted, slightly worried at how easily this kid was taking the loss of his friends.

“We had to fix everything up and tell their parents-” before the officer could even finish, Bobby took his guitar off and smashed it right at his feet, which would have hurt like hell if he had cared enough to notice. Bobby was now shaking, but no one could tell if it was out of anger or pain. He had a look that they couldn’t read. He looked at the broken guitar, feeling a mix of dread and relief from doing that. By now, the crowd had started to get quiet after the loud crash of the guitar.

Still trying to stay completely calm, he responded “I’m sorry about that officer. I gotta go, now.” Bobby started walking off only to be stopped.

“We’re gonna have to take you in for investigation. We apologise, but we have to go down to the office.” Bobby paused for a moment, staring off into the distance before he burst into tears. He collapsed, and Rose rushed forward to help him. She’d still been in shock about the whole situation. Just hours ago, she flirted with people who are now dead.

“I- I did this, didn’t I?” Bobby whispered to Rose, she felt her heart break. The officer got more suspicious, thinking this was some kind of act. To try and trick them, he confesses to the act and acts broken about it so no one truly suspects him. People can think that sometimes, when they aren’t the ones affected by the situation.

“We’re going down to the office right now, if you try to resist I will have to arrest you. I don’t wanna do that to a kid, so let’s just go right now and we can get it all settled.” Bobby stood up, but he couldn’t feel his legs. The noise from earlier came back - like he was underwater, pushing up against the waves and trying to escape, but losing the fight. The officer held him by the arm and pulled him along.

~♧~

“Why didn’t you go with them to have the hot dogs?” Officer Smith asked. Bobby glanced at the voice recorder, still feeling like none of this was real.

“I stayed behind to talk with Rose.” He knew how stupid it sounded. They’d already gone over it but he was already interrogated and ripped apart by that. Bobby couldn’t believe how stupid it sounded, either.

Officer Smith was clearly exhausted, he hadn’t gotten any real evidence so far and he tried doubling down on questions but it wasn’t working. He sighed, pressing stop on the voice recorder.

“Alright, well, we’re gonna let you go home but we’ll have to schedule another interrogation.” Bobby yet again felt like he was pushed underwater. He wanted to say it was him, it was all his fault. He should’ve stopped them, but he didn’t. That might as well make him a killer. He wanted to scream at the officer, to tell him it was all his fault. “You should’ve stopped them” he felt a voice whisper. That voice was him. Bobby knew that. But it didn’t hurt any less. Now the water he’s fighting against is a raging sea, and it’s pitch black out. He can’t tell which way is up and which is down.

Bobby nodded, and got up to leave. As soon as he left the interrogation room, he felt free, though. He felt as if the moon was finally shining a light for him to see which way to go. He started running, he had to tell them about what just happened. How he got into trouble with the police, they’d be concerned but they’re the only ones he can see right now.

He ran faster than he’d ever run in his life before, nearly getting hit by several cars. He saw a girl, she was sitting there in shock. He slowed down just a bit, he heard her muttering something about flirting with death. Bobby recognized her as one of the fans who was lined up outside the Orpheum earlier. He decided not to mess with it, he needed to see his friends.

Bobby was halfway home, and he started to go numb again. They won’t be there. Bobby shook those thoughts away, they would be there. They had to be. Maybe he just... imagined the last few hours. They haven’t even rehearsed yet.

As soon as Bobby opened the doors, he knew it was all real. The only thing he could see, was a dark, empty room. He collapsed to the ground, and this time, the numbness didn’t die down.

The only way Bobby knew he was crying- no, sobbing at that point - was because his neighbor came out to see what had happened. So as soon as the old woman saw her neighbor sitting there, sobbing like he’d just lost the most important thing in the world to him, she had to see if he was okay.

When she went up to him and tapped him on his shoulder, he didn’t even react. He was still crying, staring at the dark garage.

Bobby was thinking of all he just lost.

He’d lost Luke, the passionate writer of the group. Luke was the one in the first place to have come up with the idea of them being in a band together. Him and Luke had been friends since they were at least seven years old. He was there for Luke’s birthday when he first got his guitar, he remembered the excitement Luke had on his face. He was there for all of it, he and Luke worked together on a lot of songs. Luke, the one who would tease him and have fun with almost everything they did. Luke, who he let stay in his garage because his parents wouldn’t let him play music.

Then there was Reggie, the sweet and innocent soul that Bobby had met next, they hadn’t been friends for quite as long but they got along really well. Bobby regretted every time he didn’t take one of Reggie’s offers for hugs, even if they were joke offers. He rarely wrote music with Reggie but he remembered hearing his country songs and country was never Bobby’s style but he definitely liked Reggie’s country songs. They held passion and happiness, it was Reggie’s escape just as much as it was Luke’s.

Then there was Alex, the one who used to have a really good family life. He and his parents always got along, they always let him play music. They didn’t like the idea of him being in a band, but they never tried to stop him. Then he came out and all that changed. He was one of the most talented and humble people Bobby had ever met. He was kind and also the most sarcastic and snarky person Bobby had ever met.

He’d lost them.

“Robert, are you okay?” He got snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at his neighbor with tears still streaming down his face. How could he be alright? His entire world just collapsed around him. He lost everyone he loved. But Bobby couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even open his mouth.

He recalls a time once, when he was younger, at the beach. Before he met any of the guys. He’s surprised he even remembers a time before them - he’s known them for what feels like his entire life. He was always a good swimmer, growing up by the water, but being small and easily pushed over left him defenseless as a particularly strong wave pulled him under. He remembers feeling helpless. Wondering if he might drown.

Sitting there, in the studio, he thinks that he might as well stay under and let the water fill his lungs.

The entirety of the next few months, that feeling stayed the same. He’d hardly spoken a word to anyone, so his parents made him go to a therapist, but they didn’t understand why he would look past him and mutter random words, why the parents said he talks to himself almost all day. Of course, they knew the boy had lost his best friends , but with how Bobby seemed to handle every other problem in life, they knew that this broke him.

Bobby had to see his therapist at least once a week for many, many years. But Bobby never felt the same. Yes, he was freed of any suspicion under having killed them by the police. But he still felt like he was being pushed farther underwater by large waves, and he’d accepted that he’d never get out of that ocean.

He changed his name, found new people, and even started to make music again. But he couldn’t write any new music. Nothing good, anyway. He couldn’t do it without his band, his family. Every time he released a song, he just felt more numb. More cold.

He felt moments of happiness, yes. He felt that with Olivia, who he was with for a long time. He had new friends. He had many, many fans. But somehow, none of it felt like it would ever change the fact that he lost his family.

Only a few years later, he saw the sunlight. His little girl, Carrie. His hope, his joy. Olivia and him had split up, but he knew he could provide the best life for her. He might not be able to get out of the ocean, but he can see his way around now. It didn’t have to change his loss of his friends, it didn’t change his guilt, but he had something to live for.

Maybe he could survive.

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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“What better way to show you that we’re here for you?”

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

requested: no

word count: 3.4k

warnings: depression!! & some mentions of anxiety, cheating, insecurities; ANGST (sorry!)

A/N: Ughhhh; let me start this by saying there is definitely going to be more to this, i’m just still not sure how much exactly. I normally try to have series like this written out long in advance so I have a more concrete idea and schedule for it, but it’s obviously not happening for this one. I still love this one tremendously so I’m excited to see how it goes, but man I’m breaking my own heart writing it. Anyways, I do apologize for being kinda inactive on here the last week or two. I’ve been stressing out a lot over school and just the holidays, but I’m trying to get things up for you <3 I have a few things written, but it’s just a matter of editing them and then getting them formatted on here and I’ve just been so tired lately. So i apologize & I am trying to get things out here. I have a request or two that I’m working on which I will hopefully have up this week so please just bear with me. Also, reminder!! Please feel free to check out my sleepover event that I’ll be keeping open for another week or so as well as my holiday prompt list for requests!! I love you all and hope you enjoy this part of the story!! Xx

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“Y/n? Are you awake?” You hear hermione ask cautiously, the door creaking slightly as she comes inside your shared dorm room.

You’re not sure what time it is, but it doesn’t really matter right at the moment. All you know is that it’s finally Saturday again and that you didn’t want to get out of bed regardless of whatever time it is.

This past week has been exhausting and you just wanted to sleep it off. You didn’t want to socialize with anyone, you didn’t want to stress about homework, and you certainly didn’t want to move from your current spot.

“I don’t want to be.” You grumble, pulling your blankets up tighter around your head so you were completely buried from your neck down.

“Y/n, you need to come down and eat. You barely eat anything that Harry, Ron, or I bring up for you. We’re worried.”

“Don’t have to be, ‘mione. I’ve dragged myself to the kitchen a few times. I’m not dying.”

You hear her sigh as the side of your bed dips down. You’ve been like this for nearly two weeks now. Ever since the twins told you that they loved you and you said that they couldn’t.

Hermione had you tell her all about it after she saw Fred storm down the stairs from your guys’ dormitory up to his and George’s, George following after him worriedly a couple minutes later, then finding you crying your eyes out alone up here.

She knew that you loved the two redheads, but she could also completely understand you being wary of their words given your guys’ past on top of how tragically your last relationship ended.

She has been giving you time because she knows you need it, but three weeks is concerning without even considering that you’re barely eating and sleeping. Not to mention that you literally drag yourself to your classes as if you’re bound in weighted shackles.

“Maybe not right at this minute, but if you don’t start taking care of yourself you will be.” She states, looking over at you.

She hates seeing you so broken. Sure you were hurt after finding Will cheating on you and the whole smoke-bomb-under-your-fork thing with the twins, but this is far worse. You honestly look like a ghost of a person and it’s terrifying.

“I’m just...not hungry, ‘mione. You’re not going to force me to eat if I can’t, are you?”

“Y/n, I know you’re hurting, but you’re hurting the rest of us as well by not taking care of yourself.” Hermione starts, looking over at you.

“Harry and Ron, they don’t show it well, but they’re worried about you. Those two boys. They’re worried. About you. They hardly ever worry.”

“Not to mention how worried I am. You look as if your soul has been sucked from your body, which is saying something because even with Will you didn’t look this terrible.”

“And I don’t even need to point out how worried McGonagall is. She’s constantly asking whether you’re okay or not, both to you and the rest of us.”

“And I know it probably doesn’t seem it, but Fred and George? They’re worried too, y/n. They’re always watching you during classes to see if you’re okay and they both look for you at meals. I honestly think they’re starting to go crazy since you haven’t been down to any meals lately.”

“You have so many people worried, y/n. So many people that care.” Hermione finishes, watching as you take in a shuddering breath.

You don’t like worrying people or upsetting them, but you just can’t keep pushing. You feel as if every breath is a chore and that your chest is hollow; it feels as if your heart has just got up and left, only leaving behind an aching hole.

You thought that you would be okay, you went to classes the day after their confession, but you couldn’t handle the way the twins were looking at you. Fred looked so angry and took it out by flirting with any other girl he could, but you could see through the anger to all the hurt that you caused. You hated knowing you hurt him so bad that he had to let it out as anger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything about it. You were much too confused of your own feelings to even consider comforting anyone else.

George on the other hand just looked so torn. He looked hurt, sure, but he seemed to be showing more worry for you than anything. It’s as if he doesn’t care what he’s feeling at all and it bothered you. You knew your words had hurt him and yet he just doesn’t seem to care. He still wants nothing more than to be there for you and it was just too confusing. You couldn’t understand how he still wanted to be there for you when you had essentially told him he didn’t know what he was feeling.

The following day wasn’t any better nor the day after that. They kept giving you the same looks, if they’d even look at you. George seemed to never look away from you when you were around whereas Fred tried everything in his power to not have to look at you.

On top of that, they wouldn’t talk to you, but you knew they were talking about you. And then you just kept seeing them everywhere. It was as if you became hyperaware of their presence which you very much did not want to happen.

You let out a choked sob as everything hits you again and hermione frowns, wrapping her arms around you. She wanted to take all of this pain away, but she really had no idea how. She always had a solution and yet she didn’t have one to this.

“I don’t like this, ‘mione. I don’t like any of it.” You sob, the hole in your chest aching.

~.~

Hermione finally got you calmed down enough to where you could breathe and convinced you to come down for breakfast, promising that as soon as she was happy she would do whatever you wanted, whether that be go to library, go for a walk, or just hang out in the common room.

“Everyone’s going to stare at me, ‘mione. I don’t want them to stare.” You sigh, feeling jittery as your nerves begin acting up.

“Take a breath, y/n. Just walk along beside me and no one will stare.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your anxiety, but it doesn’t do much. You still feel like you’re going to be sick.

As soon as you walk through the doors to the great hall, you snap your head down. You don’t want to look at anyone and you don’t want them looking at you. You figure the best way to make that happen is just look away from it all.

Unfortunately, you glance up just as your passing by the spot where Fred and George sit when they aren’t with you guys. If you could go back just those few seconds to not have to see the looks on their faces, you would do so without a second thought.

Fred was surprised to see you, his worry for you showing through only momentarily before he’s smiling at some girl beside him. George, however, was a mix of relief, complete worry, and total devastation. Looking at the two of them made your stomach flip and your heart sink.

“Breathe, y/n.” Hermione reminds you and you nod looking over at her as you try not to be sick.

“Y/n!” Ron smiles as you and hermione sit down.

“Hey, Ron. Harry.” You greet as the two light up at your presence.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asks, concern written in his facial features.

“Like I’m going to be sick, honestly. I don’t know how hermione talked me into coming down here.”

He smiles sadly at you, knowing how much pain you’re in and wishing there was something - anything - he could do.

“Well, grab something. It doesn’t have to be a lot, y/n, but you need to eat.” Hermione urges and you nod, taking a single pancake and a few pieces of bacon. You doubt you’ll even be able to eat that, but you’d at least try.

Just as you go to take your first bite, now realizing how hungry you truly are by the way your stomach cramps, George takes a seat next to you, facing you.

“Y/n-“

“George, now really isn’t a good time.” Hermione states, frowning at the redhead.

“I just, I need to-“

“She needs to eat. It’d be better if the reason she hasn’t been eating wasn’t sitting right beside her.”

“I know, I just-“

“Bloody hell, George. Just leave y/n alone for godricks sake! I can’t stand to see my friend hurt anymore because of you and Fred.” Ron snaps, glaring at his older brother.

“Ron,” Harry warns.

You bite your lip at his outburst. On one hand it’s nice to know that he care so deeply for you, but on the other it made you even more anxious. You didn’t like when people fought.

“That’s not fair, Ron. You know how I feel about her. I just need to see how she is.” George frowns, hurt by his younger brother’s words.

You curl up into yourself, wishing to Merlin you could just disapparate from here and right now. You didn’t want people fighting over you, especially if it was Ron with his brothers.

“Please stop.” You choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t want to handle any of this.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Hermione frowns, having only convinced you to come here so you could eat and she would know. She never wanted to give you more to deal with.

“Not your fault, ‘mione.” You say, trying to give her a small smile, but it was harder than you remember.

“Sorry, y/n.” Ron mumbles sincerely yet still glaring at his brother beside you.

“It’s fine.” You whisper, staring at your plate of uneaten food.

“Are you really not going to eat?” You hear George ask as he watches you stare at your plate, gently pushing the food around after a few seconds.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Bollocks, y/n. I haven’t seen you down here in two weeks and I know for a fact you don’t come down to the kitchens nearly enough to make up for skipping meals. You’re not going to starve yourself.” He states firmly, but not in anger.

“I’m not.”

“Please just eat. Godrick, y/n, I can’t stand watching you not take care of yourself.”

“I can’t, George.” You nearly whisper, trying desperately not to let your tears fall.

Sure it sounds like you’re telling him that you just can’t eat, but there’s so much more meaning behind it and you know that he understands it. You can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t stop crying, you can’t stop hurting, you can’t figure out how to stop worrying everyone. You just can’t do anything anymore.

You loved Fred and George so much, you knew it just as much as hermione did, and she was aware of it long before you were. You loved the two of them more than anything, but even though you wanted to believe them saying they loved you, your heart and your mind were holding you back.

Your heart still hurt so much from what Will had done. It’s not even just the cheating anymore, but everything during the relationship as well. He’d tell you he loves you but would never hold you. He’d tell you that you meant the world to him, yet he very rarely kissed you. He was telling you everything he should, but he wasn’t doing anything to back it up. You suppose your heart was just experiencing some trust issues, which in all honesty, no one could blame you for.

Then your head was telling you no. Not for any reason in particular, just no. It wouldn’t let you believe the twins had any sort of feelings for you other than as friend. No matter how much you tried to reason, your brain kept resisting. Some could argue it was your own insecurities telling you no, but in all reality you had no idea whatsoever.

From any angle you were trying to look at, you just couldn’t do anything. You truly felt like a puppet trapped inside its box. You had all this potential to do what was needed, but unless someone else forced you to do it you were useless.

“Hey. Hey, darling. Shh. No reason to cry. I know it’s all really hard and I am so so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen. I’m not mad or upset at all. I’m just really worried about you. I care about you so much and I don’t want to see you hurting yourself.” George ushers, gently placing a hand on your back.

He hates seeing you so hurt, but he knows it’s not just because of him and Fred. He’s well aware that you’re still carrying a lot of hurt over Will, even if you don’t show it, not to mention your own insecurities that have had years to imbed themselves in your thoughts. You may have never said any of this out loud, but George knew what was hurting you.

He frowns, sadness completely taking over his features as he looks down at his twin who’s been watching this whole ordeal. He won’t admit it, but Fred has been hurting just as much. He loves you with his very being and would do literally anything for you, but it hurt when you said that he couldn’t love you. He didn’t realize, unlike George, how insecure and broken you were after Will and took your denial of his feelings personally.

He tries to hide the fact of how hurt he is, but George can see through him. In fact, he’s pretty sure most everyone can if they look close enough. He wishes he could take you into his arms and just hold you, tell you that everything is going to be alright, but he can’t let himself.

Watching you nearly break down crying over nothing really happening breaks his heart, however. He wants to walk right over there and pull you into his arms, giving you kisses all over your neck and face until you feel whole again. He wants to make you realize just how perfect you truly are. The only thing that’s stopping him is his pride, which George has already argued with him over.

“Everything hurts...so much.” You whimper, staring at your plate as tears fall down your cheeks.

“Darling...” George frowns, rubbing your back as he’s not sure if you’d let him pull you into a hug.

“I’m sorry. Y-you guys don’t need to see me like this. I’m being selfish, making you all uncomfortable.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes.

You didn’t like to be the center of attention nor did you like being emotional in front of others. You always felt so weak and pathetic breaking down and you didn’t want anyone else to think that of you.

“It’s alright, y/n. We want to help you, but we don’t know how if you won’t tell us what’s wrong.” Harry speaks gently and you give him a small, grateful smile, your bottom lip quivering slightly at the onslaught of emotions building up inside you.

“Can you try eating a bit, sweetheart? Then we can take you back to the common room where you can let it all out.” George suggests and you shrug, wiping at your cheeks.

You really are hungry, but your just really not sure if you can eat anything. Looking at the food is turning your stomach.

“Y/n, just take one bite. Just to start with.” You hear hermione encourage you and you sigh, stabbing the bite you were about to take when George sat down and shoving it in your mouth.

You chew it slowly, your stomach clenching at the thought of food entering it and not sure if it’s going to accept or reject it.

“Swallow.” George instructs, watching as your face crunches up as you try to figure out which way your stomach is going to go.

He knows that if you just take it slow, eventually when you get enough in your stomach it’ll be fine; it’ll be happy. It’s just getting you to that point he has to worry about.

~.~

Eventually you eat enough to please everyone and they let you head back to the common room. Granted, they all had to come along, George holding you up as you walk because of how weak you feel.

You all sit on the couch; Ron and Harry sitting next to each other, you leaning up against George as he holds you, and hermione sitting next to you on the other side of George.

“You guys don’t have to do this, you know.” You mumble, not really sure how to feel about your friends just sitting here in silence with you.

“What better way to show you that we’re here for you?” Ron responds, smiling at you.

“Yeah, you don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it. All you have to know is that we’re here if you want to.” George agrees.

You smile slightly, your heart starting to feel something other than ache. How you got to be so lucky with these friends you weren’t sure. They were more than you could have ever asked for, but you really weren’t sure what you’d do without any one of them.

~.~

“How is she doing, Georgie?” You hear someone whisper in your half sleep.

You’re not sure quite how long ago it was, but you had fallen asleep laying there against George as your friends sat with you. As they promised, they weren’t trying to get you to talk, but just sat there so you knew you had them if needed.

It confused you as to how you were able to let George hold you and care for you so easily. You were sure you didn’t want either him or Fred around, but the second he was there you just gave in. Sure you had felt comfortable and safe with the two, but they were part of the reason you were hurting so bad. So why was it so easy to ignore that and let him comfort you?

“She’s in a lot of pain, Freddie. I can’t imagine for how long and I don’t know how long it’ll take her to start feeling better, but this wasn’t just some random outburst. I think she’s been holding a lot in and it finally just got to be too much.”

You sigh, turning slightly into the couch, trying to shut out the light and sound that had started to seep through. You were still so tired, all your sleepless nights finally catching up to you.

“I hate myself for making her hurt so much. I just, I really love her.” The first voice speaks, seeming to choke up at the end.

“I don’t think it’s us that upset her, Freddie. I get the feeling Will wasn’t as good to her as she pretends he was. Not to mention how much it messes with your head to be cheated on. On top of that, I get the feeling she has some pretty deep insecurities she hides real well normally.”

“I just want to help her. I want her to realize how much we love her and how amazing she is. Merlin, George.” The voice chuckles, sniffling a bit as if they were about to cry.

“I love you.” You mumble, not even realizing you’re saying it. All you know is that you need to. Your heart is finally starting to warm up and you know it’s because of the two redheads sitting here with you, even though you haven’t registered that’s who is with you. You know you love them and that they love you given the fact they’re both here with you, wanting to comfort you, even though you had said some pretty mean things to them.

Before you can register any of this, you’re fast asleep again, sighing contently as you unconsciously pull the blanket, that hermione had covered you with after a while, tighter around your shoulders.

The twins watch you happily. Confused, but happy. You have been through some pretty rough water, but maybe there is a chance for you three after all.

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zevlors-tail · 3 years

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A/N: This was an emergency request from forever ago, and I’m SO SORRY it took so long to finish! Tumblr also deleted the original ask, so I don’t have it anymore, but it was for a poly tododeku x chubby reader who gained weight during quarantine. I hope this was what you wanted, and again, I’m so sorry it took so long! I also don’t have a title for this RIP.

Pairing: Poly TodoDeku x Chubby Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: Insecurities about weight gain, weight gain, cursing, reader weighing themselves with a scale if that’s a trigger for you.

You yawned as you stretched, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. It was currently nine in the morning and both of your partners had already snuck out of bed to go to work for the day. You envied them a little, seeing as they got to leave the house often while you were cooped up inside all of the time no thanks to quarantine. Of course, you still worried for their health- although most hero agencies were taking preventative measures during the ongoing pandemic, there was still the chance that one (or god forbid, both) of them could come into contact with the very virus that quarantine sought to combat. You tried not to think about that idea too much, instead focusing on a smaller annoyance: the fact that your job wasn’t deemed essential enough to stay open during this time.

Sure, you were working from home, but the way things were now there was hardly anything for you to do anyways, and most nights you were finished with your tasks early. This gave you plenty of free time, which in reality would have been much more enjoyable if you were able to actually leave the house, but no. You were stuck at home instead, boredom and restlessness rotting your brain of anything useful. You’d done everything you could think of to occupy yourself; you cleaned your kitchen, washed your clothes, folded all the laundry. Hell, you even started dusting the mantle in the living room for god’s sake. But you could only clean so much, and even with two of Japan’s top pro heroes tracking in dirt and grime each night from work, the house was usually spotless by 5pm. The only things you had left to occupy yourself at that point were video games, movies, and food.

Oh…and of course, overthinking.

Perhaps that was how you’d ended up where you were now, your legs carrying you out of bed and to the bathroom mirror to see if your current suspicions were true. About a month ago, you had noticed that one of your favorite shirts (newly found and washed, since you’d finally made it through all that pesky laundry) wasn’t fitting quite right. You didn’t think much of it at the time, passing it off as drying it for a bit too long or using too high of a heat setting. But a week later, you had the same problem occur with a pair of newer pants, and suddenly you felt self conscious. You tried to to push the feeling to the back of your mind, to stay positive and not worry about it, but it was always there. No matter how much you smiled, no matter how many times you told yourself it didn’t matter, the last thing on your mind every night was the fearful thought that you might have gained weight recently.

You’d never been slim; you had been curvy for as long as you could remember, but even from a young age you learned to be confident in yourself and your body. You always had a strong sense of self, always told yourself that your weight did not equal your worth. You knew better, and it showed. People looked up to you and admired you for that. You never cared how much you weighed; you just let your bubbly personality shine through like a midsummer’s day ray of sun. You practically glowed when you were with your friends, the sparkly smile on your face never once faltering as you laughed with them and helped them pick out new outfits they liked during mall outings. So…why should now be any different?

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt anxiety start to creep up your spine, winding tightly around your throat like a constricting snake before pooling in your stomach, as heavy as a stone. Your lungs tightened and you hardly felt like you were getting any air as you looked yourself over. It was hard to tell just from your reflection…but it did seem like you had gained weight. Well, there was only one way to know for sure.

Your eyes caught the gleam of the metal scale in the corner of the room, the square shaped object intimidating you just by lying there on the floor. It was a perfectly normal thing to keep on hand in a perfectly normal household, even more so when you were in a relationship with two pro heroes who worked out and kept track of their weight on a weekly basis. Regardless, nothing about using the scale felt normal to you. You only weighed yourself at the doctor’s office, and that was it. But you wanted to know- no, you had to. It was bothering you too much not to.

Everything about this felt foreign to you. The way the scale came to life suddenly as you stepped on it, the way it took it’s time to recalibrate as you stepped back off, and the way it set itself to “zero” when it finally booted up...all of it. It felt odd when you finally pressed all of your weight to it, awkwardly waiting for the flashing numbers on the tiny digital screen to settle. And when they did, you couldn’t help but frown. You remembered a ballpark number from your last doctor’s visit, and you were nowhere near that number anymore.

You had definitely gained weight since quarantine started.

Not wanting to stand there any longer than necessary, you hopped off the scale holding back tears and tossed your clothes to the floor, opting for a shower. That would make you feel better, and then maybe you would just forget about it. You weren’t going to let this bring you down. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Lunch gave you more anxiety later on and only served as a reminder about your weight gain. But you ate anyways, because you were hungry and you knew you deserved to regardless of your weight. Still, the anxious feelings remained for the rest of the night. You only forgot about it when Izuku and Shouto returned from work minutes apart from each other, their smiles and hugs effectively chasing away any self doubts or worries that you harbored. After all, it was hard to feel anxious when you were wrapped up in a giant group hug, kisses and “I missed you’s!” being given and received all at once. The night ended on a good note, and in the end you fell asleep feeling safe and secure while nestled in between the two most beloved people in your life.

Morning came too soon, and with it, the familiar sensation of dread that you were trying not to grow accustomed to at this point, especially after yesterday. Today’s a new day, you told yourself. I can do this. You noticed that both men were once again up and at ‘em, already at work by the time you woke which left you alone in the spacious bed to your own devices. You, however, happened to have the day off, so you made a beeline for the kitchen to get breakfast before reclining on the couch, T.V. turned on for background noise while you surfed the web on your laptop. After you were finished eating, you cleaned up your dishes and took out the trash, and it was only as you were headed to the bathroom to shower afterwards that you caught sight of the sticky note on the mirror. It was in Shouto’s handwriting, short and sweet and to the point all at the same time.

Half day at work today. Be back at noon. Love you both. Shouto.

Upon closer inspection there was more writing underneath that, a little messier but still legible with a shaded in little heart drawn underneath it all.

Late shift tonight, don’t wait up for me. -Izuku <3

You smiled at the note before taking a seat on the edge of your bathtub to turn on the shower. You felt a bit of reprieve from your heavy feelings, but it was short lived as a sporadic thought crossed your mind in an attempt to seemingly ruin the rest of your day. You weren’t sure where it came from or why it was there, only that it was taking up space in your mind, and you couldn’t help yourself as you glanced to the corner of the room where the scale was supposed to be. Even though you already knew what numbers it was going to display, that didn’t stop you from wandering over and weighing yourself once more. Or, you would have, if the scale had been there. Oddly enough, it seemed to be missing. You looked around the floor for it feeling silly- all of this just to weight yourself even when you knew the outcome already? But you continued looking for it anyway. Just to make sure, you told yourself.

You found it in the cupboard under the sink, pushed all the way back to the right corner of the bottom shelf where it would be hard to spot. You didn’t think to question how it got there or who might have put it there. The only thing on your mind was confirming the digital numbers you’d discovered yesterday, so that was exactly what you did. You laid the scale on the floor before weighing yourself, and you felt…disappointed. Seeing the numbers on the screen spelled it out clearly for you, and suddenly you were spiraling again, worry settling deep into your soul as everything started to really sink in. What if other people could tell that you gained weight? What if they were judging you for it? What would they say? What would the boys think? Oh god, your boyfriends. Could they see it too? Did they pity you so much that they kept it to themselves but knew the whole time? And if they did know…how did they think about you now? Did they think you were disgusting? Did they still love you? Maybe they knew but didn’t say anything because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings?

Your thoughts spiraled out of control as you stripped down, clothes haphazardly landing wherever you tossed them. You practically entered the shower like a zombie, the boiling hot water doing little to calm your mind and ease the worries eating away at you. By the time you had lathered your hair in conditioner and started on body wash while the former was setting in, you’d been in the shower for quite some time, at least for a half hour, and the sound of the front door opening and shutting did nothing to phase you as you rinsed off the suds. Shouto’s muffled voice carried down the hallway and into the bathroom where you were as he kicked off his shoes at the front door.

“I’m home!”

It didn’t take you long to finish up after that, and soon you were drying the water off with your favorite fluffy towel and getting dressed in an old pair of comfort clothes. Since there was no need to pretend to act professional today, why not dress comfortably instead? You weren’t feeling very high maintenance today anyways.

“Hey babe.” There was a knock on the bathroom door just as you were finishing up getting dressed and tugging your shirt over your chest. You reached out a foot to swing the door open since both your hands were full, and Shouto peered in to greet you with a kiss to the cheek before nuzzling his face into yours. But you were too anxious and preoccupied to do anything other than let him love on you as hot steam filtered out through the now open door. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Hm, not sure. I don’t feel like making any decisions at the moment, so whatever you want is probably fine.” You finally toweled off your hair before fixing it up the way you wanted, then exited the bathroom with your partner in tow. You missed the way his gaze flitted to the corner briefly before he followed you out into the hallway.

“Are you sure?” he asked you, head tilting to the side in question.

“Yep, go ahead and pick. I don’t care either way.”

Something in your tone made him stand back for bit and watch with crossed arms as you wandered around the house with seemingly no objective. You weren’t really sure what you were doing; you didn’t really have the energy to be your happy go lucky self like usual, and so you hardly could pay attention to Shouto and shower him with your love like you normally did when he came home from work. Not to mention, you already had breakfast and watched TV, so now you just weren’t sure what to do. You felt like you were just going through the motions, in a daze like a zombie who couldn’t focus. Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice him come up behind you and place a hand on your shoulder, effectively scaring you out of your trance while you stood aimlessly by the couch.

“Are you alright? You seem a little off today.” He gently pulled you down to the couch with him, arms open for you to lay in while you cuddled up to his warm side.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I’m just thinking a lot, sorry. Did you figure out what you wanted for dinner?”

Snap out of it, Y/N.

He gave you a skeptical look but said nothing more, letting the subject drop at that. “Well, I was thinking maybe we could order some take out and watch a movie at home. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend some one on one time with you. I missed you. And Izuku too…”

“I missed you too.” You let him envelope you in a tight hug, some of the stress and fogginess melting away immediately. You were thankful he only had a half day today; it was entirely possible that you might have just sat at home on the couch all day zoning out until one of the boys came home. “Oh,” you added as an afterthought, “make sure you click no contact delivery and tip well. I know you do already, but it’s especially important now.”

A small smile formed as he kissed the top of your head. “Anyone who’s willing to bring food to my love is going to get tipped extremely well. And if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic, I would tell them thank you in person for providing for my sweet.”

“And if they aren’t willing to deliver?” you challenged.

“Then I would still tip them and say thank you, because they make their living off of that. Life is hard enough without me adding even more stress to their day, isn’t it?”

“You’re a kind person, Shouto. I love you.”

The rest of the night passed by fast, food arriving earlier than you thought it would and Shouto picking one of your favorite movies to watch as the two of you snuggled up under a comfy blanket on the couch. You fell asleep on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you off while you pressed your cheek into the crook of his neck for warmth. It was easy to feel relaxed and comfortable like that, his arms wrapped around you creating a sense of security and safety that you adored.

You were a bit confused when you woke up in bed instead of on the couch the next morning. The last thing you remembered had been the steady rise and fall of your lover’s chest; taking in your surroundings, you realized you were now laying against your usual pillow and just about swaddled in the covers. Whoever had moved you last night had taken care to make sure you were comfortable and cozy while you slept.

“Mornin, sleepyhead,” someone murmured behind you. A hand found itself against your stomach, fingers splayed to lovingly rub against your midriff as Izuku curled around you from behind. You pressed up against him for warmth before turning to face him, and when your eyes met you could see the weariness from his night shift reflected in his gaze. The word exhausted was practically written across his forehead.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“A couple hours. Work was…tiring.”

You absentmindedly brought a hand to his face, your thumb stroking over his cheek before you ruffled his hair affectionately. He let out a heavy sigh as you doted on him, eyes closing in bliss. “You okay?”

He seemed to enjoy your touch for a moment longer before reaching up to take your hand in his much larger one, eyes fluttering back open as he pressed a kiss to your open palm and made a soft noise of content. “Mm, I’m more worried about you.”

Normally his actions would leave butterflies in your stomach and make your heart beat a little bit faster. Normally, you would appreciate the concern. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t confused- What was there to be worried about? It wasn’t like anything was obviously wrong; the three of you had been doing well recently with no major arguments and no qualms with each other or your living situation. The biggest problem you had was getting the boys to pick up after themselves when it came to laundry, but that was easily solved with one stern look and an apologetic smile as they rushed to clean up their mess. So it wasn’t about your relationship in general, but about you specifically. Was there something you had done, something you had said? You wracked your brain for a reason to cause your partners concern but could find none.

Shouto walked into the room just then, pulling your attention away from Izuku briefly as he made his way over to you. He slipped into the bed on your other side, the mattress dipping under his weight and squeaking as he nuzzled up against you. With you sandwiched in between the two of them, Izuku sought to continue his conversation with you.

“You do know the scale keeps track of numbers, don’t you, love?”

It took you a minute, but you were sure both boys could tell the moment that it clicked in your mind. The sheer amount of horror you felt was enough to steal your breath away, your eyes going wide as you realized what he was trying to say. They knew. They both knew, and you were terrified of what they would say. This was the last thing you wanted to deal with this morning, the one thing you didn’t want them to find out. You weren’t sure how to react other than to try and hide your face into the pillow, so that’s exactly what you tried to do. But shoving your face into the pillow couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted it to, and soon you were furiously trying to wipe your cheeks dry as you stammered out something, anything to explain yourself.

“Normally this wouldn’t bother me! I’m s-sorry, I don’t know why it’s gotten to me like this…”

“Y/N, listen to us. Please?” Todoroki’s voice seemed to calm you a bit, the deep baritone sound grounding you as you nodded to let them know you would listen. “Izuku mentioned to me two days ago that the weights on the scale were different. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then when I came home yesterday, the scale was back out after I had put it away, which means you were the one who got it out, right?”

“Y-Yeah…so?”

“That means the different weight must be yours.” Izuku booped your nose with his finger lightly, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you stared up at him. “Sho said you’ve been acting strange lately, and I’ve seen it too. You just haven’t seemed like yourself, baby. Especially for the past couple of days…” Had you really been acting different? Come to think of it, you might have been a little more anxious and stressed than usual about your weight, and those feelings had seeped into your every day activities, slowing you down and making you feel sluggish and out of sorts. “You know we love you no matter what, right?”

You nodded once again but remained silent, too upset and relieved at the same time to say anything.

“It doesn’t matter how much weight you gain. We’ll still love you the same, and nothing could ever change that. Besides, quarantine has affected all three of us. You’re not alone in this.” Shouto rested his chin on your head as he spoke, a single arm draped over you and Izuku.

“I gained weight too since the start of all of this,” Deku admitted with a sheepish look. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, though! It just means Shouto makes really good food. And you still love me, right?”

“Of course I do. I love you regardless of that.” You were quick to respond, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“See? We feel the same way. You didn’t even notice I’d gained weight until I said something, right?”

You hated to admit it, but he was right. To be truthful, you hadn’t noticed, and you hadn’t cared. Izuku was still your love no matter what he weighed, and you were much too captivated with his luscious green curls half the time to pay attention to something trivial like that unless he brought attention to it like he had done now.

“It’s okay to feel upset about it. We’re here for you no matter what, and you can always come to us with anything that’s bothering you. But something like this won’t change how we feel about you, and it never will. We just want you to feel good about yourself and love yourself. And if it makes you feel better…you saw how much of that pizza I had last night, right? I ate over half of the whole thing. I’m sure I’ve gained weight too.” Shouto laughed a little.

“You’re our whole world, Y/N. You deserve everything good that we can provide you and you’re worthy of all of the love we can smother you in.”

As if to prove his point, both boys gave you a bone crushing hug and rubbed their faces against you. Somehow, some way, they always managed to chase away your troubles and make you feel wanted and needed.

“Thank you both,” you managed to squeak out.

“We love you, Y/N.” Shouto pulled away from the two of you and sat up, a hand running along your side in a comforting way. “Do you have a preference on breakfast?”

“Bacon and eggs,” came the immediate reply from a smirking Izuku.

“That’s too bad, because I wasn’t asking you!” The other boy just laughed.

“Bacon and eggs are fine. But can we make pancakes too? With maple syrup and blueberries!” you added.

Izuku’s head shot up at the mention of pancakes, eyes so bright and excited you almost couldn’t tell he was sleep deprived. Almost. “I second that!”

“Alright, alright. Pancakes it is. But you,” Shouto turned to you, “stay here in bed and relax with Izuku. Make sure he rests his eyes a bit, please. I’ll bring the two of you breakfast in bed.” He cupped your face in his hands and brought you in for a tender kiss, and you felt every little bit of care and concern he put behind it. He gave Izuku the same treatment before standing to leave, his eyes locked on the two of you still laying in bed. “I better not hear either of you get up while I’m busy, or else.”

“What if I have to use the bathroom?” Your teasing words earned you an eye roll and a smirk.

“You know what I mean. Be good.” And just like that, he was on his way to the kitchen.

Beside you, Izuku snuck up on you while you were turned away from him, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you close while he started to press kisses against your neck.

“Izuku…” you whined.

“What?"

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how much I love you.”

You felt the return of butterflies in your stomach as your heart raced. Izuku crawled over you and straddled your waist, lips still attached to your neck but slowly working their way down.

“This isn’t resting, you know.”

“I don’t care."

#poly tododeku x reader #tododeku x reader #poly bnha #poly bnha x reader #izuku x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #izuku #midoriya #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shouto #todoroki

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shinonometrash · 3 years

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The Reality of Fiction - Toa Qelsum

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - “Event” Story

Chapter 3

Rating: Teen and Up

Main Characters: MC, Toa, Fenn

Toa seems to be hiding something, but you have no idea what it could be! The next day in class, you hear a classmate talk about being cheated on by her paramour. You try to brush it off but then you realize that the behaviors she described seem awfully similar to how your own paramour has been behaving lately...No way, could Toa be...?!

After class...

I tried to get the thought out of my head and focus during class, but despite my effort I ended up worrying the whole time.

I can't help but feel a growing sense of unease as I go over the different behavior patterns that the girl had said she noticed.

“The letters were hidden in his desk! He was being secretive about what he was writing…”

When I went to his room yesterday…

He got startled and immediately hid whatever he was working on in his desk.

Toa: !!!

Toa: Oh! MC, hello, wh-when did you get here?

MC: If you don't mind me asking, what were you writing?

Toa: Nothing of your concern.

“He was acting weird during some dates…”

At the candy shop...

Toa: Hmm...this is the candy she likes, isn’t it…?

Toa: I wonder how she would react if she received it as a gift…

And then while we were at the cafe...

Toa: Hm, I wonder if she would enjoy something like this as well...

He kept checking his pocket watch, too.

“He’d been busier lately...”

Earlier today before class...

Toa: Ordinarily I would say yes, but unfortunately I will be out at that time.

The more I think about these things, the more anxious I feel.

(Ugh, what am I even thinking? I trust Toa!)

(But that girl trusted her boyfriend, too…)

(No, no, no!!)

MC: Listen, self, what we’re NOT gonna do here is start suspecting Toa!

I give myself a small slap on the face as I scold myself for questioning Toa’s loyalty, but the doubt still lingers.

On my way back to the dorms I run into Knight in the hallway.

(Oh! Perfect!)

If anyone would know the reason behind Toa’s odd behavior, it’d be Knight.

MC: Hey there, Knight. What’s up?

Knight: Oh, hello.

MC: I noticed Toa was acting a bit off today, is everything alright?

Knight: Hm? Are you speaking of his foul mood?

Knight: He stayed up late last night reading and ended up eating all of his caramels, so he had none left for this morning. Not to worry, he’ll be perfectly fine.

Knight: This happens every time he becomes invested in a book series. I should have ensured that he had extra caramels when he mentioned a new book was coming out, though...

(Ha! So he DOES eat to make himself feel better.)

MC: I see...but do you think he’s been acting kinda strange recently?

Knight: Strange how?

MC: I don’t know...like...writing or going out more often than usual and acting secretive about it?

Knight: I suppose he has been writing more often as of late, but I would hardly consider that suspicious behavior…

MC: Yesterday when I went to see him he was writing something and then got flustered and hid the papers in his desk drawer as soon as he noticed me…have you noticed him doing that?

Knight: Well, I have noticed him being more protective about that drawer lately, but…

With it becoming increasingly clear that there is something amiss with Toa’s behavior, I can’t help but feel like I have no choice but to investigate the matter.

(Hmm, how should I go about doing that, though…?)

MC: I’m just really wondering what it was that he hid…I mean, doesn’t that seem suspicious?

Knight: What Toa writes in his free time is none of my business as his valet.

(Oh come on Knight, work with me here...)

MC: Yeah, but the thing is, he locked the drawer! What could he have been doing that he’d be so desperate to keep other people from seeing?

Knight: Again, it is none of my business and frankly none of yours, either.

Suddenly, I have an idea.

MC: Do you think he’s the only one with a key to that drawer, though? I mean, I guess since whatever he’s doing is such a secret then he wouldn’t let anyone else have a key to that drawer, huh...

Knight: Oh, you mean this key?

Knight pulls a small key from his back pocket and holds it up proudly.

Knight: There are only two keys for that drawer, one of which Toa has entrusted to me, heh.

MC: Say...is there any way I could maybe borrow it for a minute?

Knight: Huh? Absolutely not!

MC: Oh come on! Please?

Knight: What possible reason would I have to assist you in breaking into my master’s desk??

MC: Aren’t you curious what he’s hiding, too??

Knight: Curious or not that in no way means that I would ever allow you to go through his belongings! Do not insult my position as Toa’s valet!

Fenn: Halloa Treasure~

Fenn: And Knight! It seems today is my lu-

Fenn pauses as he takes notice of Knight glaring at me angrily.

Fenn: Oh, now what do we have here?

Knight: This...this woman here expects me to betray my master so that she can commit the crime of breaking and entering because she’s gotten carried away again on one of her little flights of fancy!!

Knight shoves the key into his back pocket then crosses his arms and continues to glare at me.

Fenn looks mildly confused and concerned before leaning over to whisper quietly to me.

Fenn: Is what he says true?

MC: No! I mean, not exactly...I think Toa is hiding something from me and I need to know what it is!

Fenn: That doesn’t quite sound like Toa, perhaps-

MC: I just really, really need that key!

Fenn: Treasure, I think maybe first we should ta-

MC: Please, Fenn! Please help me! It’s really important, and I’ll explain more later, I promise!

Fenn: Hm, very well then...

Knight: Aieeee!!

I hear Knight scream and see Fenn standing behind Knight, holding up a key and winking at me.

(Wow, go Fenn!)

Not that I really agree with touching other peoples’ butts without prior permission, but it seems that being a serial butt-grabber has a few perks to it.

Knight: You…! You perverted-...! Perverted pervert! Shame on you!

Sounding very indignant, Knight runs off angrily.

(Sorry Knight! I’ll make it up to you later, I swear!)

MC: Nice going Fenn! That was great! Thank you!!

I reach out to take the key, but hesitate when I notice Fenn looking at me with an unusually serious look on his face.

Fenn: Treasure, are you really certain about this?

MC: What do you mean?

Fenn: About doing whatever you seem to intend on doing, sneaking into Toa’s room...breaking into his desk…what is the reason behind this?

MC: H-he’s been acting suspicious lately…

Fenn: How long has this suspicious behavior been going on?

(Only since yesterday...but…he’s probably going to think I’m overreacting if I say that.)

MC: It-it’s been going on for a bit!

Fenn: And it’s been suspicious enough to the point where you would feel the need to steal a key from Knight in order to unlock his desk drawer? What is it that you suspect you may find?

MC: Inappropriate love letters!

Fenn: Inappropriate love letters…? Like sexua-

MC: Yes!

Fenn: We are speaking of the same Toa here, correct? I can’t fathom that Toa has written a dirty sentence in his life, let alone entire love letters…

MC: Well, no, maybe not specifically inappropriate love letters, but!

Fenn: What could he have possibly done that would make you doubt him so severely?

I tell Fenn about all the different things that happened yesterday along with his strange response when I asked him out to lunch.

MC: ...and I wasn’t that worried at first...but then a girl in class today was talking about how her boyfriend cheated on her, and the signs she listed match up to Toa’s behavior almost perfectly!

Fenn listens patiently before offering me a sympathetic smile.

Fenn: I understand your concerns, but Toa absolutely adores you, Treasure. I can’t possibly imagine him ever cheating on you.

MC: But that’s what that other student and her friends thought about her paramour too!

Fenn: This is Toa we’re talking about. Is Toa not different from the other male students at this academy?

MC: He is but...again, that’s also what the other student thought!

Fenn: I’m sure Toa has his reasons for keeping whatever he’s writing a secret. Have you tried asking him about it?

MC: Yes! But he just told me “it’s nothing of your concern”!

Fenn: So because there’s a chance that Toa may be purposely hiding something bad from you, you’re okay with violating his trust by breaking into his desk?

Fenn: Your feelings are valid, Treasure, but do you not think that this may be a very extreme reaction, with equally significant potential consequences, to what is likely nothing more than a misunderstanding?

MC: I know it seems that way, but! I have to look in that drawer, I need to see for myself

Fenn: And if what you find is truly nothing that you need to be concerned about?

MC: Then I’ll return the key and pretend nothing ever happened.

Fenn: And are prepared to deal with the guilt of that? Toa might not know what you did, but you still will.

MC: Look, I just...I just have to know, okay?

Fenn: I see...

(Hey, don’t look so disappointed in me...)

Fenn: Well, if that is really what you’ve decided, and you’re prepared to deal with the consequences…

Fenn sighs and gently places the key in my hand.

Fenn: Here you go, Treasure.

MC: Thanks...

MC: He said he’ll be gone until this evening, so I should probably go now

MC: Thank you again, I’ll see you later Fenn

Saying my goodbyes, I hold the key tightly in my hand and start walking in the direction towards Toa’s room.

MC: He didn’t need to judge me so harshly like that...I figured he’d be able to understand how I felt...

Still a little upset at how disappointed in me Fenn looked, I open the door to Toa’s room.

MC: Anybody home?

I look around to confirm that the room is empty just in case before walking to his desk.

MC: Okay, I just need to unlock this drawer now…

MC: Then I'll know for sure what's really going on...

Taking a deep breath, I look at the key in my hand and--

MC: …

MC: ……..

MC: Oh my god!! What the hell am I doing?!

MC: Am I seriously trying to break into his desk right now??

Suddenly realizing I am about to make a very huge mistake, I back away from the desk.

I love and trust Toa very dearly. I know he would never try to cheat me.

(God, I can't believe myself!)

Feeling terrible that I not only doubted Toa, but dragged both Fenn and Knight into it too, I decide I’m going to go return the key to Knight and apologize to them.

(I need to apologize to Toa too, but I'll wait until the next time I see him.)

As I turn to leave, a sudden gust of wind from the window scatters some papers from his desk across the floor.

(It’d be rude to just leave them all over the floor. I’ll just pick them up and put them back on his desk.)

I collect the scattered papers and go to put them on his desk when some of the text catches my eye.

MC: Is that...a girl’s name?

(No...surely he wasn't actually…?)

Feeling panicked again, I look closer and find that the writing format is completely wrong for a letter.

MC: Oh, thank god. Phew. I got scared there for a sec.

(But what is this…? A manuscript? Is he writing a book…?)

I skim the pages and realize that the names being used seem familiar.

(Wait, aren't these the names of the characters from that book series he was talking about?)

MC: Is this...fan fiction...?

MC: Is that what's going on here?? Toa’s writing fan fiction??

(Jeez! And here I really thought he was writing love letters to other girls, when he was actually just writing fan fiction. Wild.)

I smile as I remember my days back on Earth reading poorly written self-insert fan fictions of my favorite anime characters on Wattpad.

Although, I get a feeling this is probably a bit higher quality, with Toa being the ever so proper and well-educated man that he is.

Curious to see Toa’s writing style, I start to read more of the manuscript.

(Gah! No! This is exactly what I just said I wasn’t going to do!)

I shake my head as I yet again internally scold myself.

Making sure the papers are neatly stacked together, I move to set them back down on his desk when--

???: Just what do you think you’re doing?

(Uh-oh.)

>>Last Chapter

Author notes: It was so painful to write MC’s reasoning in this...like “With it becoming increasingly clear that there is something amiss with Toa’s behavior, I can’t help but feel like I have no choice but to investigate the matter.” No!! You very much have a choice!! Why are you like this?? And then “(Only since yesterday...but…he’s probably going to think I’m overreacting if I say that.)” hmmm I wonder why that might be!! You’re really suspecting Toa of cheating because he’s been acting suspicious for about 24 hours? You really think he’s stupid enough to try to buy a gift for another girlfriend, IN FRONT OF HIS MAIN GIRLFRIEND? God, MC, I can’t with you...I know I’m writing her, but unfortunately for stuff like this I feel the need to keep everyone as in character as possible...

#court of darkness #my trash fan fictions #shinonometrash #toa qelsum #fenn luxure #knight court of darkness #toa quifer

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poodlejoonas · 3 years

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[TW] Joonas - One More

For @bcfanweek Day 3: Joonas Porko

Words: 1,353

Description: Joonas never imagined that he’d be the first in the band to become a dad, but he was ready to take the dive.

Notes: Joonas Porko/Reader

Trigger warning: tokophobia. If this topic is upsetting, skip and proceed to the next Joonas short.

Joonas anxiously paced the hospital waiting area. He’d been temporarily kicked out of your room so you could get an hour or so of rest alone before it was time for the baby to arrive. He felt helpless but assured that you were in great hands. He was on call and ready to return at any time.

Neither one of you was prepared for the moment when you learned that you would become parents. It was the beginning of April, and with your calculations you figured that it must have happened Valentine’s Day weekend. You remembered it fondly: a weekend trip up to a cabin in rural Lapland with enough food and wine to eat like kings. Joonas and the cabin owners surprised you with candles and rose petals around the bed and bathtub. It was his idea, seeing that you hadn’t been on vacation together in a while, and he wanted it to be perfect.

Joonas still thought of himself as too immature to be responsible for himself, let alone another human being. There was total silence in your home for a full hour until he returned to your bedroom and shared his thoughts. He was terrified, but he was ready to take the plunge. If there was any right person to start his family with, it had to be you.

It took him a month to open up to others around the two of you. Of course, both of you told your parents first, as soon as it was safe enough to do so. Within the next month, he’d gone to perform at Eurovision and called as often as he could to know that you were comfortable at home. He eventually told the rest of his band when Olli walked in on him asking you how you were feeling. They were shocked at first, for obvious reasons, but supportive of their bandmate’s next big step in life.

He was most terrified of the reaction of the fans and media. He was afraid of the scandal - on the verge of achieving international success and getting ready to have a baby with his girlfriend. They knew that he’d gotten into a relationship but no one expected it to be more than just another temporary fling. There were the inevitable upset people, mostly the ones who thought that he would be leaving the band, but the response was overwhelmingly positive. From then on, with your permission, he was more than happy to field any question about his feelings on the matter. He was often asked if he was going to start sanitizing his image, but he offered a constant and resounding no. He joked that he was determined to have the coolest kid in Finland.

Now the big day has finally come, in the middle of November. He laughed once he realized that the band’s first baby would be yet another Scorpio to add onto the two who were already here. He cracked a joke on how he’d be able to manage another one and earned a well-deserved shoulder punch from Aleksi.

Speaking of the rest of the band, they hadn’t come to the hospital yet but were on call to arrive whenever they could. Tommi and Aleksi were on their way to Helsinki together and Olli was hanging out at Niko’s place. The only one who was already there, on request for emotional support, was Joel.

The pair were having a smoke break in the hospital’s designated spot. Well, Joel was having a smoke and Joonas was resisting the urge. He committed to staying totally sober around this time, but it was a difficult task. Recently, he’d debated on quitting smoking altogether, but the alcohol was staying for the time being.

Joel took a deep breath and blew it away from his direction. “Heard anything yet?”

Joonas disappointingly shook his head no. “Nothing. The nurse said they plan to start at 6 PM and now it’s… 5:43. Dammit.”

Joel chuckled. “Look at you, being impatient.” It was a joke, but Joonas wasn’t laughing. He was too focused on his phone screen with nothing but the time on it. He had totally zoned out. “Hey, Porko. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing really.” Joonas answered but he wasn’t entirely secure in his response.

The two of them had been friends long enough for Joel to know when his friend was lying. Something was weighing heavily on the guitarist’s mind. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Joonas. Please. Are you worried about them right now? Or just nervous?”

“Yes,” Joonas responded, laughing to try to ease the awkwardness. “Can I be totally honest with you?”

Joel put out the cigarette under his foot. “Go for it.”

Joonas leaned back and sighed. “I’m so anxious about this whole thing. I can barely take care of myself and now I’m gonna have someone else to raise. And now it’s too late for me to even decide if I’m ready because if I’m not, then tough shit.”

Joel nodded as he listened. “That’s fair. But is anyone ever ready for this kind of thing? You know kids can be unpredictable little shits.”

The comment made Joonas laugh. “Guess you’re not getting babysitting duty.”

“But you know what I mean, right? If people only had kids when they were ready, then there wouldn’t even be any. You’re not alone in this.”

“That’s fair. I just want to be a good father for her.”

“And you will, trust me. You do a great job keeping us on schedule, so I think you’ll be fine.”

Joonas felt touched by his friend’s words of encouragement. He was going to be a young father, and his anxieties lied in wondering whether his daughter would have a good life with him. Although the fear still lingered, he believed that if he tried his best, it would work itself out.

He then received the call that it was time to go back into your hospital room. Joel gave him a pat on the back and offered to give the other members a call to let them know. He rejoined you, masked up and fully dressed, ready to offer emotional support. He sat down beside you and whispered, “you’re gonna be okay, baby.”

Your daughter Sohvi Laina Porko arrived within the next hour, and all either of you could do is breathe a sigh of relief. She was healthy and safe in your arms. Joonas looked on with awe, too afraid to touch the tiny being in case he accidentally hurt her. You laughed ever so slightly. “It’s okay, Joonie, you can hold her if you want.”

Sohvi began to cry as she left your arms but Joonas held her tighter. “Shh, it’s okay, kulta. I got you.” He hoped that she would be as beautiful and kind as you are, but he could already see a bit of himself in her face. “Can the guys see her next?”

You sleepily nodded your head. Sleep in a hospital was hardly restful, but it was worth making an effort. Joonas offered a small kiss on his way out to the waiting room. He held her tight, afraid that something would happen if he let her go.

He strolled into the waiting room where the rest of the band was sitting. “She’s here,” he announced proudly. “Say hello to Sohvi.”

The waiting room was filled with a chorus of cheers as each member took turns getting a glance at the baby. She’d fallen asleep and was none the wiser to the commotion of her new uncles around her.

“She’s amazing, Joonas,” Olli commented quietly. Niko captured a photo of the split second when Joonas was observing her with admiration. He showed it to Joonas, who agreed that it was perfect for the band’s Instagram account, but that it needed to wait until both of your parents could see her first. More photos were taken, with masks to protect her from COVID.

Now, Joonas wondered what he even had to be afraid of. Sohvi may have been a surprise, but she was by no means unloved. Far, far from it.

Endnotes:

Pssst, if you’ve made it this far, I’m always open and willing to accept headcanons for this idea because this was my favorite to write. Fire away :)

And if you’d like, feel free to check out the prequel on AO3: [x].

#bcfanweek #blind channel #joonas porko #blurbs #tokophobia #me: i don't want kids any time soon (or at all)#also me: i need to give joonas a family. he deserves it.

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 3 years

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Chapter Two of See You in the Morning Time

The third in a Rafael Barba/Reader/Frederick Chilton threesome verse written in collaboration with @pascalispretty . Gif by @mrsrafaelbarba . Yep. We did this. Was it necessary? No. Did we enjoy it? Sometimes. Are you going to read it? I sure hope you do and that you like it! Cross posted to ao3!

Part Three of the series So Much Easier than You Realize

Chapter One: A Different Feeling Entirely Chapter Two: Show Me the New

Warnings: Frederick being an anxious (and sad. and repressed) little weenie, discussions of period typical homophobia, bi panic, completely invented backstory (you got on this ride folks lol), Rafael being surprisingly supportive, cuddling, and of course a little bit of teasing Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 2293 Summary: It's not often that Fred instigates anything with Rafael except an argument.

It’s late by the time Fred and Rafael finally make their way to bed. They shower and put pajamas on while waiting for the food to arrive and once they eat, they finish the bottle of wine that Fred had opened earlier and spend the rest of the evening chatting and watching some dumb movie on TV.

Lying in Fred’s bed in his borrowed clothes, Rafael can’t help but smile to himself. After weeks of skittishness from Fred he had finally made it past some of the walls that the doctor had put up. Fred curled close to Rafael while they watched the movie, dragging a blanket over the two of them and cozying up entirely unprompted.

When Fred comes out of the bathroom and flicks the lights off, he’s even more pleased that Fred doesn’t seem to hesitate to lie close to him in bed or reach out for his hand.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” Rafael murmurs, to break the silence more than anything. He hears Fred scoff.

“I was hardly going to kick you out as soon as we were done.” As best as he can, Rafael turns on his side trying to make Fred out in the darkness of the room.

“I know. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel.” He’s not at his most eloquent or subtle, but he wants to acknowledge what happened between them. “You were… hesitant at first and I just want to make sure you didn’t feel like you had to do this. As of a few days ago you were still pretty clear that you were not comfortable with the two of us having sex.”

Rafael doesn’t want to force a confidence, but he feels like he has to make sure. He’s coming to care too deeply about the arrogant chronically awkward man next to him to just let this go with vague assurances. He hears Fred shift onto his back and wants nothing more than to drag him into his arms and kiss his stupid, conceited face, but he holds himself still and waits for Fred to answer him, giving him the space he clearly wants.

“This wasn’t as sudden as you think it was,” Fred assures him eventually, face still pointed at the ceiling. “I’ve been thinking about this since, you know, that first time.” Rafael can practically feel Fred’s blush from his side of the bed and grins. “And my reticence was never about you, you know that, yes?”

Rafael nods, realizes Fred probably can’t see him, and clears his throat.

“Yeah, I figured as much. I am, after all, a damn catch.”

Rafael yelps as Fred reaches out, faster than he thought was possible for a well-fed psychiatrist who sits behind a desk all day, and smacks him on the chest.

They’re quiet for a few minutes, together in the dark cocoon of Fred’s bedroom, before Rafael sighs. He can’t help but notice the similarities between the blank peacefulness of Fred’s minimalist design and the deliberately organized calm of a therapist’s office and wonders if he did that on purpose. Maybe it’s a natural inclination, he muses idly. It invites honesty. The sharing of secrets.

“I’m only eighteen months younger than Benn, you know,” Fred says eventually, and it’s so unexpected that Rafael finds himself frowning a little in confusion. “All the way through school, I was Bennett Chilton’s younger brother; just the little brother of the handsome quarterback that everyone adored.” Rafael has seen photos of Bennett, tall and painfully handsome. He can see that it might have been hard to grow up in that shadow.

“He came out when he was sixteen, and I was fourteen. And I’m sure you can imagine what that was like at an all-boys Catholic school in Virginia in the eighties.” Rafael winces in the dark. He remembers well enough the attitudes in his own high school, in marginally more liberal New York. He can’t imagine what it must have been like in a place without a visible community to look up to.

“People were mostly smart enough not to say anything to Benn’s face--he was a six foot two starter who never backed down from a fight, they would have had to have been stupid--and our parents were supportive. But the things people said about him behind his back--” Fred shudders, an involuntary shiver that makes Rafael want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

Instead, he just squeezes Fred’s hand reassuringly and waits for him to continue. For someone who has trouble shutting up at the very best of times--staying silent isn’t Rafael’s forte--he is doing an admirable job tonight. His desire to prove he’s worthy of this unexpected vulnerability from Fred is more than enough to keep him quiet. Rafael is desperate to know more, to know everything about Fred; about what makes him tick, about why he was so reticent, so reserved, when clearly this is something that he enjoys.

“It was awful. The kind of things you never want to hear about somebody you love. And I was hardly in any position to be giving out bloody noses or black eyes whenever someone called him a fag, or made some crack about AIDS.” Rafael shifts slightly nearer, still not saying anything. He smiles to himself when he feels one of Fred’s hands reach up to rest on Rafael’s hip.

“I was a short, scrawny child--I spent a lot of time in the hospital and home sick--and I couldn’t afford to give the other boys in my school one more reason to pick on me so I just… didn’t say anything. I’m not proud of it, but it’s not like Benn had any trouble sticking up for himself. I doubt he would have appreciated anyone stealing his opportunity to get into one more fight anyways.”

Rafael covers the hand Fred has on his hip with his own, deciding now is not the time to joke that he can’t ever imagine Fred as scrawny. Fred clears his throat again and continues in the same calm, rehearsed manner. Like this is something that he witnessed happening to someone else.

“It wasn’t long after that that I had my own month of absolute pure terror and confusion. It was one of Bennett’s teammates from the swim team that actually sent me over the edge. His name was Bobby and he was gorgeous. He had never made any jokes about Bennett, never joked about changing somewhere else in the locker room. He was a little stupid, I can admit that now, but back then I thought he was perfect. I worshipped my brother and this pretty boy clearly did the same.

“Well, I was horrified. Up until then I had been fully and completely in love with a girl I had known practically since infancy. Was all of that a lie? Was being gay genetic? Was Billy going to go through the same thing? It took me a whole month before I had the guts to ask Bennett and I nearly stabbed him with our father’s letter opener when he laughed at me.”

Rafael winces again, knowing how touchy Fred is now, a grown adult well-respected in his professional field and still a little obsessed with slights, perceived and real. Fred huffs, forcing any trace of bitterness out of his voice.

“He told me that you can like girls and boys at the same time and that I should go see if I still liked jerking off to pictures of Jennifer Connolly.” Rafael isn’t able to suppress his snort.

“I always liked Carrie Fisher,” he tells Fred, smiling over at him.

“You would, you pervert,” Fred shoots back. “Probably loved that bikini, didn’t you?”

“I think I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.”

Fred shakes his head and sighs deeply.

“Well, naturally, that was enough humiliation for me for one afternoon and so I threw a throw pillow at him and bolted for my room.”

“Did you jerk off to Jennifer Connolly?”

“Rafael, I can still kick you out of this apartment.”

“Sorry.” Rafael is silent for all of twelve seconds before he asks again, “Come on Fred, I’ve got to know; did you?”

“...Maybe,” Fred reluctantly admits. Rafael laughs and squeezes his hand.

“Moving on from your prurient obsession with my teenaged masturbatory life,” Fred says pointedly, managing to sound arch, offended, and haughty all at the same time. “I contemplated for a while what Benn had told me. A long time actually--that percolated in my brain all throughout the rest of high school. I only ever dated girls, I ignored it completely every time I was even remotely attracted to another boy, but I kept thinking about that. Not only did I have a lifelong conviction that if Bennett said it it must be so, but it just sort of felt right, you know?”

Rafael nods, remembering a similar feeling he had when he was younger. Despite what the other boys in his neighborhood said about “queers”, despite what the Church said, and despite what he knew his father would do to him if he heard Rafael’s thoughts, he was what he was and that was that. Fuck anyone who said different, he remembered thinking. It’s not like he could change it, even if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he answers when it’s clear that Fred requires some encouragement to continue. Fred twines his fingers with Rafael’s before carrying on.

“I lived with Benn in college. Our father bought him an apartment in Cambridge the day he got his acceptance letter from Harvard, and it only seemed logical that I’d move in once I got accepted too. And, I don’t know. It was a little easier there.” Rafael thinks he grimaces, but it’s hard to tell in the dark.

“It has been a while though, since I’ve indulged. And I've never participated frequently.” Every word seems like it’s forced out of Fred’s mouth.

“All this to say, Rafael,” Fred murmurs, inching closer across the sheets, “Is that the problem was never you.”

Rafael gathers him into his arms this time. Fred goes willingly, releasing a heavy, shaky breath and clearly relieved to not be talking about this anymore.

“I know,” Rafael reassures him. “I know it wasn’t me. I was just… I don’t know. I was worried.” He smiles, giving Fred another squeeze. “You’re a delicate little flower Freddie, I want to make sure I don’t trample all over you.”

“Get out of this bed this instant.”

Rafael laughs and they settle down to sleep.

***

The three of them celebrate in Rafael’s tiny Brooklyn apartment when Fred returns from Baltimore. He insists that he wants to cook and, though he had his doubts about his equally minuscule kitchen, manages to turn out an incredible ropa vieja. His mother would be proud.

When the empty plates are discarded on his coffee table, stacked haphazardly and waiting to eventually be washed by whoever loses the inevitable game of ‘who had the harder day’, Rafael sinks back into the couch and smiles benignly basking in the praise of the two of them and their company. Four days is starting to become too long to go between times when they’re all together and though he wants to frown at the unpleasant feeling of missing the both of them when they aren’t around he loves it a little bit as well. Every other wandering thought was of the two of them and he can’t deny that it's nice to feel these first desperate stirrings of a relationship again.

“I don’t know how you made all of that, Rafael. I’m pretty sure my cousin Caroline had a bigger kitchen in her dollhouse.” Fred surprises him when he leans closer to Rafael, snuggling contentedly against him. Rafael had told the third of their little trio that he and Fred had finally slept together--hiding things in a threesome was the quickest way to hurt feelings. Everyone was going to eventually do things without everyone involved and it’s best to just let that out in the open--but he hadn’t expected Fred to offer such casual affection so freely.

Rafael catches her looking at the two of them with a soft smile on her face and returns it with one of his own. She hid it well but she was a little disappointed during their FaceTime when he had warned her that Fred might not be overly demonstrative yet. Rafael knew she felt a little--guilty wasn’t the word she would use, he knew, if he could ever get her to talk about it--uncomfortable about how much more open Fred was with her than he was with Rafael. He loves how hard she tries to remind him that Fred is just anxious, cautious, a little scared. Rafael is a grown man and doesn’t need his hand held, but the fact that she tries to anyways makes his heart feel like it’s growing through his ribcage sometimes.

When Rafael looks back down at Fred he looks like he’s about to fall asleep with his head nuzzled against Rafael’s shoulder. He would describe it as endearing until Fred moves one of his hands high onto Rafael’s thigh. Rafael smirks.

“All it took was one night and he’s already falling for me,” he says to her in a stage whisper. Fred is unfortunately still awake enough to jab Rafael in the ribs, settling down only after the air is knocked out of Rafael’s lungs with an “oof”.

“As long as you remember to invite me to the wedding,” she teases. Rafael watches her duck admirably as Fred throws a cushion at her head.

“You’re supposed to throw a bouquet at me, not a pillow!”

#rafael barba x frederick chilton #rafael barba #frederick chilton #law and order svu #hannibal #fanfic #fanfiction

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atticsandwitch · 3 years

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Obey Me ch. 28, but MC with anxiety turns everyone down

I just finished chapter 27 and 28, and all I can think about is how awkward and anxious I would feel in real life knowing I was going to get asked to the same dance by seven brothers and how I would be too worried about hurting their feelings to say yes, and how it would still hurt their feelings to say no. So I'm gonna write that.

Angst, anxiety, self esteem issues

"Finished with breakfast already?" Satan asks, a little surprised. MC had hardly eaten anything, and yet they were already getting up from the table. "Yea, I thought I'd head to class early again today" They say with a quick smile, leaving before anyone else could say anything. "What's the matter, Satan?" Asmo asks, noting his brother's silence and the concerned look on his face. "Does it seem to anyone else like MC has been acting differently?" Satan responds. "I've noticed it too" Asmo nods, "They're not giving me as much attention as I deserve lately!" he pouts. "Yea, now that you mention it. They haven't been eating as much" Beel notes. "They haven't been responding to any of my texts, either!" Leviathan adds. "Yea, they keep dodgin' me too! It's like they're avoidin' us or somethin'. What's up with 'em?" Mammon grumbles.

MC seemed to be avoiding them all. They'd barely been present for meals, had been leaving for school and rehearsal early, and when they weren't staying late at RAD or at rehearsal they'd find an excuse to stay locked in their room. They'd say they were tired, or needed to study, or work on memorizing their lines, anything to keep themselves busy and alone. "It seems to have started right after they'd helped us all make up, too... I wonder why..." Satan says, thinking hard. "Indeed, that is odd. They actually looked quite anxious when I bumped into them in the hall this morning on our way to the dining room," Lucifer looks lost in thought too, but Belphie seems to realize something. "Hey... Have any of you tried asking MC to the dance tonight?" Belphie asks, looking around the table. One look at his brothers' faces gives him the answer. They quickly realized that all of them had asked MC except for Lucifer. "I see." Lucifer says with a sigh. "What? I don' get it. What does that have to do with MC avoidin' us?" Mammon asks. "Mammon, you bonehead," Belphie rolls his eyes, "Don't you get it?" "Don't call me a bonehead! Explain it to me then!" He shouts back. "We all put them on the spot, and it was probably overwhelming to get asked to the dance by everyone," Satan says. "They probably felt SUUUUPER awkward" Levi chimes in. "Don't lump me in with you lot," Lucifer snaps, face slightly pink. So much for his plans. No wonder MC looked anxious when he'd run into them. They were afraid he was going to be the seventh demon to ask them to the dance. The thought that his plan to ask MC to the dance during the play would have turned out to be a complete disaster had Satan of all people not brought this up irritated him to no end, but not more than the thought that he would have been the worst example of putting them on the spot. He had thought it was quite the romantic idea, changing the script unexpectedly and publicly announcing his love for them, but he hadn't taken their feelings into consideration at all. How awkward would MC have felt? He hadn't even considered the fact that they might turn him down. He remained lost in thought as his brothers continued to argue. "Hey, I never put 'em on the spot either!" Mammon protests. "LOLOL You probably got too embarrassed and tried to make them ask you, didn't you, Bonehead?" Levi laughs. "What-?! No! I was totally cool about it!" Mammon shoots back, bright red. "So they turned everyone down?" Beel eventually asks. Suddenly they all feel just a little relieved at the thought that none of their brothers would be monopolizing MC's time. At the thought that MC hadn't chosen one of them over the other. "I would have thought they would've gone with at least one of us," Satan muses, and a new concern arises in all of their minds. Why had MC turned them all down. They were very aware of their collective feelings for them, and seemed to return those feelings. One thing was for certain, none of them could leave things this way. They all resolved to patch things up one way or another and get to the bottom of this. And unfortunately, MC spent the day dodging them yet again.

Ever since you'd heard about the dance it had been a source of anxiety. A small one at first, you thought for a brief moment maybe no one would ask you, but that illusion didn't last long. You knew they all had feelings for you, and you knew it wasn't fair. Still, you dreaded turning them down one by one. The thought of hurting their feelings clawed at your heart, but you had to do it. You had feelings for all of them, and it wasn't fair to choose, but you also knew that it wasn't right not to choose either. You couldn't leave things this way forever. It felt like you were leading them on, and it didn't sit right, so you pulled away. You didn't know what else to do. You just wished things could stay the way they were a little while longer, but ever since you heard about the dance it had been steadily eating away at you more and more. "MC! You're here bright and early again" Simeon waves to you. "Good morning! I wanted to use the extra time to go over my lines again" You smile. "You sure are dedicated! Are you nervous?" He asks. "Really nervous" You nod. It was the truth. when you weren't feeling anxious about the dance, you were feeling anxious about the play. "Don't be! You'll be amazing!" Simeon says brightly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm just worried I'll mess up, or forget my lines" You sigh, unable to lift the weight in your chest. "You've been working so hard I don't see how that would be possible" Simeon encourages you, "Is something else on your mind?" Your hesitation answers his question for you, and he gently coaxes your anxieties out of you. "I see," His laugh rings out in the empty classroom, "I don't think they would have actually minded if you'd said yes to all of them, you know" "I know..." You mumble, "but..." "Are you sure you're not actually an angel, MC?" He asks. His face is a little pink, the remnants of laughter still on his face, but there's something else behind his eyes. His feelings for you were growing steadily the more he learned about you, the more he got to know you, and the more kindness he saw in your heart. He'd wanted to ask you to the dance himself, but couldn't bring himself to do it now that he knew how anxious you were about the whole thing. He couldn't allow himself to add to your worries. Your heart flutters a little under his gaze, "You're not being very helpful, you know," you pretend to pout to try to hide the way your face flushes at his teasing. "I'm sorry, MC!" He laughs a little, rubbing the back of his head.

"Good morning, Simeon. You're here early too?" Satan is the next person to walk into the classroom, and Simeon doesn't miss the look that washes too quickly over your face. "Perfect timing! You can practice your lines too!" Simeon says, much to Satan's annoyance. He'd hoped to talk to you before class started, but Simeon was obviously not going to let that happen. And so, you spent the rest of the day once again avoiding the demon brothers. "Oi! MC, wait up!" Mammon calls out to you in the hallway, and you rush through the bathroom door next to you, pretending not to have heard him, "Dammit! 'Course it's the one place I can't go... And it's not like I can hang around out here either... I'll look like a total creep" You hear him complain. "Am I overthinking everything?" You wonder as you hear him grumble and walk away. Your D.D.D goes off, "Hey normie! Don't leave me on read :'( I'm sorry for asking you to the dance..." It's Levi. You felt even more guilty looking at his message. You just wanted to cry. You didn't know how to respond, so you didn't. The message blurring in front of your vision as you lock yourself in a stall for a little while. "I shouldn't even go..." At lunch Beel tries to flag you down to sit with him, "Let's eat together, MC!" It sounds like an innocent invitation, but the way the rest of the brothers have been trying to get you alone again, you knew he'd eventually want to talk about the dance too. "Sorry, Beel! I promised I'd rehearse again with Simeon during lunch!" You lie, "Let's eat lunch together tomorrow!" His face falls a little. One more day. You just needed to get past this stupid dance, and then things could go back to normal... At least for a little while. This wasn't fair... This can't last forever. Your chest tightens at that thought and lower your head as you walk away so no one could see your eyes. "Hi~ Hi~ MC!" Asmo's sing-song voice rings out before your next class. "Sorry Asmo, I'm going to be late!" You actually were in a hurry to get to your next class this time, as it was further away than your others. "Come on~!" He pouts, "I miss you! Let's spend some time together! And any way I wanted to talk to you-!" No vague sentence could give you more anxiety than a 'we need to talk,' so you picked up your pace and lost him in the crowded hallway, practically hyperventilating by the time you got to your next class. After classes finally end, all of the preparations for the festival finally finished and the main event about to begin, you run into Belphie. "There you are! Just the person I was hoping to see" He says. You're out of excuses. There's no escape route. "Belphie! Run your lines with me one more time. This scene here could use some more work before the play tonight" To your surprise, Lucifer is the one who'd come to your rescue. You slip away while he drags a confused and protesting Belphie away by the arm. Lucifer is the only one who doesn't try to corner you. Not because he doesn't want to speak to you as soon as possible to clear things up, but because he knows that all of his brothers will be trying to and he wants to take your feelings into consideration this time. He knows that if they're all trying to pressure you, it will only make you feel worse, and he spends the majority of his free time that day trying to find the perfect way to put you at ease. Finally, the play begins. "The RAD student council officers are proud to present their original play, 'With Me.' Thank you for coming and we hope you enjoy the show." ... "Because I've realized that there's someone else... Someone I truly love. And... it's you, MC" That was supposed to be Lucifer's final line. He's supposed to walk off stage, but instead he's just standing there with his eyes fixed on you. You freeze, you're not sure what to do or say without the script, but Lucifer continues speaking. "And so, as the one I love, I wanted to tell you that... it's going to be okay." Your eyes widen a little and your breath catches in your throat, It's all you can do to keep from crying, but somehow

you manage to hold out for a little while longer. "No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you, and nothing will change that. Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you, MC" The look on Lucifer's face is so sincere as he reaches out to pull you close. He shields you from the audience for a moment, and wipes away tears you weren't even aware had escaped, "I promise" He whispers. "I'm here, and I always will be. It's going to be okay" The audience loves it. They're so touched by the scene, the tears of the protagonist, and the play as a whole that it's all anyone can talk about afterwards. Even Luke is crying when he finds you after the play. You had been hoping to sneak out and head home before the dance started, but it was beginning to look like that wasn't going to be possible. "It was just so moving!" Luke sniffles as Diavolo and Solomon approach. The three of you discuss the play for a short while before Diavolo finally asks, "So who did you decide to go to the dance with, MC?" "Oh," You smile a little nervously, "I decided to go stag tonight" "Wait... You mean to say you don't have a date to the dance?" Solomon asks, all three of them looking surprised. "Did none of the brothers ask you? I thought for sure they'd all be begging you to go with them!" Diavolo says, wide eyed. "They did" He noticed that you looked a little sad, "I turned them all down" They all looked even more shocked. You give a slight laugh, and feel obligated to explain a little under their stares, "The first time I actually get asked to go to a dance, and it's not fair to accept any of the offers" You shrug, trying to brush it off. Solomon is speechless and he thinks his heart has skipped several beats. Diavolo's face turns a little pink as his expression softens. He feels a pang in his chest, but there's warmth alongside it. If he understands anything, he understands what it's like to feel lonely, and your kindness only makes him grow fonder of you. "Then I guess you'll just have to go to the dance with me!" Diavolo smiles, "You can tell them it was an order if you'd like, but obviously there's no pressure" He offers. "I wasn't planning on going to the dance with anyone either. You'll save a dance for me, won't you?" Solomon says. "For old times sake" He smiles, thinking of the last time he got to dance with you during the retreat at the Demon Lord's Castle. The truth is that he had wanted to ask you to the dance too, but never got the chance since Diavolo needed needed so much of his help. Eventually the four of you head to the dance together, and of course as soon as you get there, you're swarmed by the brothers.

Diavolo takes it upon himself to whisk you away for the first dance. "You know, MC. If there's ever anything on your mind, you can always come to me. I'll do anything I can to help" Eventually he excuses himself, allowing Solomon to cut in.

"If you'd like to sneak away, I could turn us invisible and we could head back to Purgatory Hall" You seriously consider Solomon's offer, though you know you can't run away forever. "I'll be nearby if you change your mind, then" He smiles as Asmo skips over.

Asmo flings his arms around you, "Oh my darling, adorable, MC! You should've come to me first! I'm an expert on love after all!" You look over to where the other brothers are standing and see Simeon, Solomon, and Diavolo with them and briefly wonder who spilled the beans. Either way, it takes a little bit of weight off of your chest. "For the record," Asmo winks flirtatiously, "I don't mind sharing"

Satan is the next to cut in, bowing as he requests your hand for a dance. "So, you were trying to be kind when you turned us all down?" He smiles gently down at you as the two of you sway on the dance floor, "It seems like that was weighing heavily on you." he pauses, "MC, if there's ever anything on your mind, please come to me first. I'm always here for you" After your dances with Satan and the others, you find yourself near the buffet table looking for a drink, and already feeling a little better.

"MC! Here, try some of this!" Beel says with a smile, handing you a strange looking appetizer, the name of which you couldn't catch between his mouth fulls of food. It was delicious, as was all the food Beel recommended. Finishing his last enormous bite, Beel sets his plate down and holds out a hand to you, "Will you dance with me?" You smile and follow him back to the dance floor. "I'm glad you turned us all down" He says, almost out of nowhere. "You are?" You ask in surprise. He nods, "This way everyone gets a chance to dance with you. I think everyone would've been too jealous to enjoy the party if you would have agreed to go with just one of us" he blushes, "So thanks... For making sure I got a chance to dance with you too"

Belphie makes his way over as the song ends, and Beel steps aside to return to the buffet table as Belphie takes your hand for the next dance. "I was really disappointed when you turned me down, you know" He sighs, pretending to look upset, but then he smiles, "But I understand now" He spins you playfully before pulling you close again, "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Whatever's bothering you, I always want to know about it" As the song ends, Belphie murmurs an "I'm sleepy" as he notices two figures approaching and heads off to find a quiet spot to nap.

"Of course they want to dance with you! Go on!" you hear a familiar voice and turn to see Simeon pushing a protesting Levi toward you and eventually into your arms. Levi is red-faced and stuttering, but follows your lead as you take his hand to dance. "I know you probably don't want to dance with a shut-in and I'm sorry I put you on the spot and made you feel awkward and I'm sorry for bothering you with my text messages but thank you for dancing with me anyway and-" he's speeding over words so quickly you almost can't understand him. "Levi, breathe" You say gently "It's true that I've been feeling anxious about the dance, but it's not because I didn't want to go with you." "I know... Solomon and Simeon filled us in. You tell your friends when something's bothering you, right? So why didn't you tell me?" "I was just so anxious" "I guess I know how that feels... I'm sorry anyway. As your true friend I should've noticed sooner that something was bothering you... I'm glad I still got to dance with you though" Somehow his face turns even redder. "I am too" You respond "Really?!" He says, filled with happiness and considerably more energetic. And as the song ends he adds, "Oh, by the way. Mammon's been all pouty and fidgity watching everyone dance with you. You should probably go find him" So, you head off to find Mammon pacing in a corner by himself.

He's so preoccupied that he doesn't notice you approach and jumps with a loud shriek when you tap him on the shoulder. "W-W-What's the big idea? Sneakin' up on a guy like that?!" He demands, going red in the face before remembering that he's supposed to be upset with you. He crosses his arms and looks away stubbornly. "Mammon...-" You start, but he doesn't even give you the chance. "So you'll tell everyone what's eatin' at ya, but us, huh?" He pouts, sounding mad. You hang your head a little, and apologize, but one sad look from you is all it takes for him to cave, "Relax, I ain't mad at ya," He sighs, "I just wish you wouldda talked to me is all... I mean, I'm your first man!" He pauses, then continues more quietly, "...I should've noticed sooner that somethin' was buggin' ya and asked ya about it..." He sighs, "I'm sorry MC" "I'm sorry too" You say sadly, "I should've been honest about what was on my mind" "That's right! Come to me first next time, okay? Mammon's always here for ya!" He finally smiles, "Now c'mon, don't look so sad. This is a party, ain't it? Let's dance"

"There you are" Lucifer smiles down at you, "I'll take it from here, Mammon." He extends a hand to you, "May I have this dance?" He pulls you close as you sway to the music, and you can't help but remember his improvised scene in the play. "It seems that something's been on your mind lately" "Cat's out of the bag, I guess" You reply. "Indeed... Just to be clear, I meant what I said earlier" "I know" You smile. He looks somewhat relived. "Good. We can talk about it later, then"

"Hey there! Mind if I cut in?" Simeon smiles politely as another song begins. "Yes" Lucifer says flatly, he did mind. "Oh?" Simeon chuckles, still smiling politely, "I'm sorry to hear that. Though, it seems that Mammon has snuck off somewhere muttering something about treasures, so I thought MC would be free for the next dance" Lucifer curses and trudges off to find Mammon before he can steal anything. Simeon laughs and winks at you, "Don't tell him I made that up, okay?" You can't help but laugh a little at that too. "You seem to be feeling better. I'm glad to see you smiling again" He says, holding you gently as you dance together. "Levi said you and Solomon filled everyone in for me" You say. He gives an apologetic, and somewhat embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that. The brothers were concerned so Solomon brought it up while you and Diavolo were dancing, but I think he was trying to help in his own way. Trying to get everything out in the open, I guess. I hope you're not too mad at us" His eyes widen a little at the thought of you being angry with him, "I'll make it up to you if you are!" he adds quickly, making you laugh again. "No, I'm not mad. I actually appreciate it" "You do?" He's surprised but relieved. "Sometimes speaking up is the hardest part" you explain.

#obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeous #beelzebub #belphegor #solomon #diavolo #simeon #fanfic #sorry I couldn't find a way to work barbatos into this one :'(#was not sure how to end this one sooooo that's it #she's a long one

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