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tojis-favorite · 1 year

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TOJI AS YOUR R&B SINGER! BOYFRIEND

(i love giving toji random occupations)

HEADCANONS UNDER CUT

Okay first let's talk about the type of music he would make first. I feel like he would make music like a mixture of bryson tiller and partynextdoor (LISTEN).

The music he would make would be talking about your relationship and most of it would be sexual but not overbearing. It would just be the perfect amount (i’m going to link some songs at the end <3) .

He’s a rising artist, he started out by posting songs on youtube and they would get a decent amount of attention. When he released his mixtape someone had posted a snippet from one of his songs on twitter and he started BOOMING. He has about 3 millions followers on instagram and the more music he puts out the more fame he gains. Which he can find overbearing sometimes.

So far he has done features with Lil Baby, Lakeyah, and Gojo (🤭). He tries not to do too many features at one time because he doesn’t want to be overpowered by the artist he works with; he wants to be known for his voice, not for the people he works with.

ON TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP!

You have been with him since the BEGINNING. You guys had started dating when you were in highschool. You were a freshman and Toji was a Sophomore. You were friends with a popular group but you weren’t necessarily popular yourself. Toji saw how we were not in the mix a whole lot and he liked that about you.

Anytime you would sleep over at Toji’s house he would sing you to sleep without even realizing it until you would wake up the next morning and would tell him. With the start of your relationship the love that he had for you was beautiful and he would find himself writing about it (all of it).

For your birthday he had sung you one of the songs and that's when you told him that he needed to start taking music more seriously because you could see the talent in him. So he did. Now you're in your Sophmore year of College and he decided not to go to college due to him being on his rise to fame (best believe he is paying your tuition, dorming, and books).

Everyone knows you're in a relationship. Toji did not try to hide your relationship from anyone, especially when he started to get more recognition. He loves to just randomly post you on his story and he has a tattoo of your name on the side of his neck in cursive so people know you are serious.

NSFW (these are all different occasions)

First things first STUDIO SEX (omg). Toji goes to the studio at night most of the time and that’s usually when your day comes to an end. Once he sees that you made it back to your shared apartment he sends you an uber to the studio.

“Thank you,. have a good night sir!” You said as you stepped out of the uber and made your way to studio 15 which Toji informed you of earlier. “Baby i’m here” you said in a sing-song voice as you opened the door to the studio. He was all alone. The lights in the room were red as your boyfriend sat in a chair playing around with the track that was currently playing.

Turning around in the chair a smile spread across his face before he pulled you into a hug. “Hey pretty, how was your day?” looking at him you struge “It was okay, I just went to class and went out with Mina after and then I went home and now here I am.”

Grabbing your face, Toji presses a kiss to your lips as you grasp onto your shoulders. Just by kissing him you could tell that he was frustrated as his tongue explored your mouth while his hands traveled to your ass. Pulling away he keeps his hold on you as he kisses your neck. “I really need my muse right now, can you help me baby?” Your boyfriend asked as he started to pull off the pants you hand on along with your panties.

Wrapping his hands around your thighs takes you into the next room with the microphone. Walking over to the microphone he pulls down his grey sweatpants and lines his cock with your entrance make sure to support the bottom of your ass you bounced on his cock your arms wrapped around his shoulders holding on to him.

“Fuck Toj-mhm your so deep.” You moaned as he started kissing your lips. “Your so fucking pretty y/n, cum on your cock.” Squeezing your eyes shut you feel your orgasm approaching as Toji starts to move faster as you curl your toes. You try to bite on his shoulder to shield the sound until you feel a sharp sting on your ass.

“I want to hear you cum on my cock little muse, fuck-ing give it to me.” He said in a groan as he started to cum. “Oh my gosh im cuming” you announced as you started to shake on top of him as you felt his cum shot inside you. “Thank you so much my little muse” your boyfriend said as his kissed all over your face lovenly.

It was a Saturday night and you were currently with your boyfriend at a club he was hosting for. “Do you want anything else to drink?” You felt a hand on your waist that was your boyfriends. Nodding your head you answer “Can you get me like two shots of Hennessy?”, “Okay i’ll be right back pretty.” he said walking off to the nearest bar.

Shortly after we came back with two shot glasses and watched as you took them back to back. Bending down you feel his lips next to your ear. “You okay baby.” Toji asks you as he fixes some hairs that were in front of your face. “Yeah we don’t have nights like this often so i’m making the most out of it.” You explained looking around at all the lights in the club already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Suddenly Bring it back by Travis Porter started to play throughout the club which caused you to squeal. With Toji standing behind you, bend over and you start to twerk on him to the rhythm of the song. You could have a bunch of flashes on you as you could hear your friends encouraging you as you feel Toji get hard as he rubbed on your ass through your dress making sure it didn’t go up too high.

You get back up once the chorus is done playing and look up at Toji as he pulls your dress down for you. “Let’s go to the car real quick” He said as he started to guide you out of the section. “Where the hell are you guys going?” one of Toji's friends interaigate you, “Well, be right back Gojo.” He stated rolling his eyes and continued to guide you to the back door.

When you guys make it outside Toji opens the door to the back seat of his car, having you go in first. “Lay down on your back for me, pretty.” Doing what he said you lay down on your back as he closed the door behind him. “You are so incredible, you know that? You can do the simplest shit and you still manage to turn me on more and more, open your legs.” He said his voice was demanding.

Open your legs you gasped as Toji wasted no time leaning over pulling your panties to the side and attaching his lips onto your clit letting out a groan as he did sending electric shocks throughout your whole body. “Oh my gosh Toji you're making me feel so good.” You said as you held on to his hair for support your eye rolled back into your head as your heels pressed into Toji’s back.

Moving your hips against his face he puts two fingers inside of you as he licks on your clit being able to see that you're about to cum. He gently bites down on your clit before groaning to your pussy which sends you into overdrive as you start to cum all over his face as he slurps up all the cream that tries to escape you with a smile.

Breathing through your nose you stare up at your boyfriend from on your knees while you take his cock in your mouth. He had been nervous for the performance at an award show and you had taken him backstage to calm his nerves.

“Your way to good for me my little muse fuck keep doing it like that pretty girl.” He guides you as he puts his hands in your hair, guiding at a slow pace making sure you aren't choking around him. Looking into his eyes you could definitely tell he was more relaxed which made you happy.

Circling your tongue on his tips you see him squeeze his eyes shut before he starts moving his hips toward your face. Opening your mouth wide you grab his cock tapping it on your tongue a few times before taking all of him in your mouth saliva almost covering your whole face.

“I’m cumming pretty, you think you can swallow my cum for me hmm?” Toji let out a few short breaths before he let out a deep groan as he came in your mouth, his hips riding out his orgasm. Swallowing his cum you stand up with the help of Toji and give him a hard kiss to his lips. “You've got this, you've done this before and you're going to do it a million other times.”

“Why are you acting like this pretty girl?” “Because it was disrespectful and you can be to fucking friendly sometimes. You angrily explained to your boyfriend over facetime. Your best friend had just sent you a video of Toji from a meet and greet with a fan.

In the video he kissed the girl's cheek which was completely fine, that's not what you had a problem with. You had a problem with the fact that towards the end of the video the fan turned her head and almost kissed your boyfriend and instead of addressing the problem Toji just laughed it off with the fan.

You guys had talked about him establishing boundaries with his fans and he wholeheartedly agreed. “What did you want me to do? ,Cuss her out?” Sighing, you shake your head understanding what he was saying. “I am going to post something on twitter though just so it doesn't happen again sweetheart.” he said to reassure you as he shifted his camera showing how he was lying in bed.

“Do look even more pretty when you're mad at me,” Toji said with a smile he white teeth biting the bottom of his lips. “What are you wearing?” He asked, smirking as you took the blanket of your body exposing the silk dress you were wearing.

“Fuck your so beautiful.” Your boyfriend let out a breath as you saw him pull his cock out of his boxers. You hide your face smiling when you see the pre-cum escaping out of his tip. “Talk to me pretty.” he said as you could hear he fist go up and down on his shaft.

Look at the camera you set your phone up on one of your pillows as you slowly start to pull the strings off of your shoulder causing your boobs to be exposed, your nipples hard due to them being uncovered.” “Ahh shit show me, show me that pretty pussyb of yours please.” Bending over with your ass toward the camera you open your lips moaning as the cold hits your clit.

Toji damn near came when he saw you put your fingers inside of you fisting the sheets and you moved your fingers faster. “Turn around so I can see your face.” you turn around as you meet with the sight of Toji's chest going up and down as his breathing got harder to viens in his neck and arms bulging.

“I’m cumming pretty- mhh I wish I was there so I could cum on your pretty- fuck face.” groaned as spurts of cum came out onto the camera his phone covered in cum as he saw you cum on your own fingers.`` You need to come back home Toji. I miss you.” You while chasing your orgasm as you saw him wiping camera off with a smile on his face.

“I’ll be home soon pretty.” he informed you with a lazy smile on his face as he watched you slip your straps back onto your shoulders. “I love you Toji” you geeked as you saw the look on his face “I love you more princess.”

BONUS SCENE <3

“TOJI!” you scream as you enter your shared bedroom with him seeing him laying in your bed on his phone. “What’s up pretty girl?” he asked as if he didn't do anything wrong. “Why would you put my moans in the back of your new song that’s so embarrassing” you said crossing your arms over your chest. Standing up from the bed Toji wraps you in a hug laughing.

“No it's not, I think it adds a pretty nice touch to the song and people seem to agree with me seeing as it has 1 million views already.” he said with a cheeky smile on his face. Rolling your eyes you unwrap yourself from him just for him to pull you back into his arm again. “Are you really upset y/n because I could just release another version of the song? He asked, looking into your eyes.

“It’s fine Toji next time let me hear it before you release so I can try to moan better.” You stood on your tiptoes moving your lips toward his meeting you halfway he pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Your moans are fucking perfect pretty.” He said before throwing you over his shoulders.

“TOJI PUT ME DOWN!”

TOJIS MUSIC

Her way- Party Next Door

Overtime- Bryson Tiller

Break from Toronto- Party Next Door

Let Em’ Know- Bryson Tiller

B.E.D- Jacques

From the City- Party Next Door

Exchange- Bryson Tiller

Or Nah- The weekend, Ty dolla sign, and Wiz Khalifa (he would sing the weekends part 😩)

Drama- Roy Woods ft. Drake

Self Esteem- Lambo4oe ft NLE CHOPPA

A/N should I do Gojo? 😭😩🤭

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winterapocalypse · 7 months

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Winter Apocalypse chapter 38

Barista Batista

The cafeteria in question, Jon discovered with great pleasure, was perhaps the most inviting and comfortable place Jon had seen not only in Winter Hogwarts, but in his entire life. Even Winterfell, of which Jon had always had a very high reputation, could dream of such a café. Outside the small building next to the walls stood the wooden sign in which the words "Bartista Hard Rock Cafè" were carved, surrounded by ivy plants that covered part of the facade and fell on the sides of the main entrance. Jon had then asked John Cena if it was all a crazy coincidence that Batista was called Batista and was a barista, but John Cena had simply ignored him and opened the glass door. As soon as he was inside, Jon immediately smelled an intense scent of sweets and fresh coffee, which warmed him like no fire he had been able to do before. The walls of the cafeteria were dark wood, some with shelves carved into them in which various books floated and fell into place by themselves, while others were decorated with paintings of summer vegetables and cornucopias. The environment was bright and warm, and various vases with beautiful plants hung from the ceiling which made everything more rustic and inviting. On the wooden-framed windows hung elegant cream-colored curtains with bottoms embroidered in various laces tied elegantly with pumpkin-colored bows. Next to the imposing counter there was a display case with delicacies that Jon had never seen in his life - chocolate biscuits, cream puffs, brioches, some tarts. Next to them stood a card on which a good-looking boy wearing sunglasses held a cranberry tart next to his face. Jon approached the window, curious to know who he was. "If you want something just ask." a voice boomed above him, and Jon looked up in fear.

In front of him stood the biggest boy Jon had ever seen, his sculptural and abnormal muscles instilling terror at the mere sight of him. The boy, with short black hair and an earring in his lobe, was wearing a simple black t-shirt and a white apron on which the words "The Animal" stood out in red. He had to be at least a foot taller than him, and this, combined with the sight of his powerful arms crossed over his chest, was enough to make him step back. "Batista!" John Cena greeted him with a cheerful smile. "I brought you the Guardian I told you about!" The giant's face melted into a big smile and he walked around the counter and then planted an even more violent slap than Cena's on Jon's shoulder. Jon thought that maybe he was even justified in using the amulet to call Mysterio at that point, because surely his back must have been broken. "You're the one who got clawed in the face! You're a hero!" Batista began to shake him slightly and then shook his hand with his hand which was three or four times bigger than Jon's. "Nice to meet you, Dave Batista, I'm a bartender!" "P-pleasure, Jon Snow…I'm the Guardian." Jon muttered still shaken by the pat. "Look, Batista, Jon and I were-" "Do you hear it…" John Cena was interrupted by a shrill voice coming from the kitchen, the door of which suddenly flew open. “What is The Rock cooking?!”

The same boy depicted on the cake card came out of the kitchen and, with some violence, placed the tart decorated with purple, green and black stripes that he was holding in his hand in the display case. Jon angrily watched the cake in the card magically change and resemble the one he had just placed on the counter. Even the boy, who despite having just come out of the kitchen was wearing sunglasses, was a foot taller than Jon and full of muscles, and Jon was starting to feel like an ant in a sea of giants. "Rocky! Jon, this is Rocky, or the Rock, you name it. He's the cook for the cafeteria!" John Cena explained, and Jon waved shyly with one hand. The boy didn't seem to pay much attention to him, he just raised an eyebrow unnaturally. "You come at the right time, Jon and I were thinking of going to Undertaker to look for someone…why don't you both join?" "But yes, there are no customers at the moment anyway." Batista smiled and crossed his arms over his chest. "The Rock can't." The Rock said as he quickly jerked his head towards John Cena. Jon wondered if his sunglasses were glued to his nose. "The Rock needs to train to make the Intercontinental team's special cakes." "Oh, that's a shame. Never mind, next time." John Cena shrugged, and The Rock turned his head away, nodded at nothing and went back into the kitchen, slamming the door violently. Jon was starting to think that Misterio, despite being a damn centaur, was the most normal person in Winter Hogwarts. "Well, shall we go?" Batista pushed Jon out of the cafeteria. Jon couldn't wait to find Misterio.

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#winter apocalypse #jon snow #john cena #batista #the rock

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sweettodo · 3 years

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Professor ⟿ Hisoka Morow x femreader

Includes : smut, student x teacher

Word count : 2,7k

[STUDENT IS AGED, IN COLLEGE]

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"Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester."

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

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You could cry.

You could drop out right fucking now. Beyond fed up.

Tutor after tutor, study session after study session since ninth grade never did you any justice, even cheating- peeking over to your neighbors left you with an end result of the huge red D's, F's and C's scribbled onto your paper. You were tearing the hair out of your head.

You couldn't write an English essay even if there was a gun being held to your temple; you weren't necessarily illiterate, but you envied your classmates who could throw together a thesis in an hour lecture, not to mention these giant papers which could've driven you to kill.

Today, bright and early in the morning, here you sit in your English classroom writing a timed essay, an essay about the logistics of capitalism, whatever that meant. Headache booming while you wrote illogical sentences onto lined paper vigorously.

You didn't even bother to read over your work; an hour later you're finally standing up from your seat and shuffling down the row, reaching to drop your paper into the basket, "Miss. Y/l/n, have you looked it over?" Professor asks, you smile and nod, he takes it from you.

"I wrote it sir, I don't need to reread it." You retort, he leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at you.

"That's not necessarily what I meant; very well then." He smiles, you go back to your seat and wait for class to be over.

Thirty minutes later, kids are gathering up their bags and papers, scurrying out of the classroom to their next lecture, as you walk out of the double doors into the hallway, your last name is being called and you stop in your tracks, turning around, "yes, Mr. Morow?" You respond, stepping back into the classroom, he stands from his desk, hands patting the black button up as he stands, he waits for you to approach his desk, his arms crossed and he seemed a little irritated.

You approach the front of his desk, nervous, "now, you can't honestly tell me this is your best work." He sighs, you swallow hard, slightly embarrassed, he looked completely unfazed.

"W-well, in my defense Mr-" you stutter, he immediately cuts you off.

"There is no excuse for this lackluster paper." He states, you jump out of your skin, his tone threatening. Everyone always knew not to mess with professor Morow, he was strict and rarely tolerated unprofessionalism. But you- you, always drove him mad, he hated how you acted, he wished he could fail you for the year, being as you were so incompetent.

But that would be immoral or him to stoop that low.

"I should have you rewrite this, do you know how important this is for your grade? Do you want to pass, y/n?" You not, picking at your nails in fear, he was definitely failing you for this semester.

"I'm sorry sir, I try- I really do, it's just I can't bring myself to it." You mumble, head down in total humiliation. "Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester." You plead.

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

He sighs and moves towards his bag, opening it and shuffling through papers, pulling out mine, you braced yourself, "you're going to rewrite this, I will swallow my pride and give you a chance, I'd like to see you get higher than a C." He deadpans, you nod, gracious for his generosity.

Handing the essay back to you, "would you like me to do it right now?" You ask, he shakes his head no, closing his bag and picking it up.

"Nope, I'll help you later, you'll have to leave campus for this evening, so clear your schedule." Your eyes widen, he begins walking out, back to you before he peers his head back towards you, "do you want help?"

"Yes, yes sir I do." You sputter, he gives you a half cocked smile.

"That's what I thought." He leaves you breathless as he turns off the lights as he turns the corner out of his class, leaving you there in the barely lit room. You slowly walk out of the empty class, unsure if something like this was even appropriate, 'but it has to be, he's helping you.'

The next few hours would feel like eternity, laying chest up, looking at your ceiling spread eagle bored out of your mind. Waiting for time to pass before you anxiously awaited for later tonight. As you lay there, you hear your phone swoosh, indicating you had just received an email. You sit up and snatch your phone off the bed stand, opening it and seeing an email from the professor.

With an address being the only thing sent to you, you don't bother responding, 'this must be his house,' you spoke out loud, looking at the time on your phone, you might as well get ready, only an hour until you need to leave.

Wearing the same thing you had worn all day, a plain black skirt with a sweater, you just spray perfume over yourself and brush through your hair.

It was only 5pm, but the time of the year brought early darkness; so it was pretty dark by the time you were walking through the parking lot and unlocking your car door. Bag in toe you drive off campus, you scolded yourself for being so, so stupid. How can’t someone write an essay? Not to mention you were at fault for letting it get this bad... a teacher, y/n? A teacher is doing this for you? It was embarrassing.

Soon you're driving up the spiral driveway up towards the large house in your view, nice car in the driveway, lawn well taken care of. It was beautiful. You take off your seatbelt, opening the car door with your bag and keys in hands.

You walk up the path and inhale before you're knocking on the door; waiting a few seconds and the door is opening. Professor Morow allowed you entrance, wearing the same button up and black slacks as earlier in class. We great each other, "follow me, my office is upstairs." He speaks, you follow him up the marble stairs, down the hall and he's opening a beautiful wooden door, a large desk, chairs in front, a couch with a bookcase behind it with stunning red curtains which were closed.

"You have a nice home Mr. Morow, stunning." You breathe, looking around and observing.

"My, well thank you y/n." He hums, sitting in his chair behind the desk, you sit in front of him, taking out your paper along with a notebook and pencil, “I'll have you rewrite, and after each paragraph I'll read it over for you." He says, crossing his leg, you nod.

"I- I wanted to thank you again, for helping me." Yoy mutter, he nods slowly.

"Don't worry, you'll make it up to me." He smirks, motioning to your paper to get you to start; so you do. Starting with your thesis, you spend extra time making sure you think it looked good. You hand it to him and he reads it over, eyes trailing across the page, "not bad, but I know you can write more about the proprieties within some enterprises.” You groaned and quickly started erasing, his hand immediately grabs your wrist, stopping you, “I didn’t say erase it.” He insists, you look up at him, then down at his hand; a big hand wrapped around your wrist obviously didn’t fill your head with appropriate things.

He suddenly stands, walking around the desk and reaches his arm to grab your pencil, his arm flexing next to your head while he rewrites the things you disregarded, your throat hitches, sitting still and tense; intimidated by his cologne aroma and the fact he was inches from you, “what has you so tense?” You internally gasp, heart beating and you see him now standing against his desk to your right. How the fuck could you answer this?

“I-uh, no reason.” You nervously chuckle, he crosses his arms; he didn’t buy it at all.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles, stepping closer to you, you stared up at him, he towered over you, swallowing hard, “no need to be nervous, y/n.” He says. The tension was really thick in the room, you didn’t notice until you found yourself pressing your thighs together for pressure.

“Sir I-” his hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear, instantly silencing you. You’re spinning. Such an authoritative man making you feel small was a new feeling you hadn’t felt before; like you needed to listen to him or else you’d be in some type of trouble.

“I hope you’re paying attention, if you want to do good of course.” He murmurs, dropping his hand back down, you nod slowly, listening to him. “I’ve always known you could be a good girl.” You were stunned, you chewed on the inside of your mouth like crazy as he still stood over you.

“Mr. Morow,” you breathe, nervous, “I need to pass this class.” The desperation in your voice was pitiful, and Hisoka fucking loved it.

He brings his hand up to your jaw, caressing only a little with his thumb, “don’t worry, you’ll get a good grade,” he purrs, thumb running across your bottom lip, agonizingly slow, “open.” Mouth opening immediately. His thumb slides into your mouth and down deeper towards the back of your throat. You look up at him with beady eyes, he licks his lips and smiles.

He pulls out of your mouth, you hesitantly bring your two hands up, lightly touching his belt, his head drops down and he assists you in unbuckling his black leather belt, “my my, such a fast learner, so good.” Your face heats up, fingers working at the zipper of his pants, the tight space was noticeable, the bulge in his pants made you squirm.

Hand grabbing the back of your head, he’s releasing his cock from his open slacks, you braced yourself for the thick and long cock to stab the back of your throat. He holds your hair back out of your face while you’re spitting up the base of his dick, taking the tip between your lips slowly while you looked up at him with those eyes.

Tongue swirling around the tip, his grip tightening on your skull. You push your head further onto him, spit seeping down your chin; taking over, Hisoka pushes your head down all the way to the base, choking and your throat constriction, he groans and pulls you off him quickly, “do you like my cock down your throat princess?” He purrs, index finger lifting up your chin, you nod, he smiles and grabs you from under your shoulder, you stand and he pushes you over the desk, legs locking and you’re held up by your arms.

“Hmm, how about you give me these wrists.” He hums, ripping you off your only stability, side of your face hitting the desk... right on top of your essay. You hear a click followed by another, cold metal now holding your wrists together.

“What, do you just have handcuffs in arms reach for this typa’ thing?” You found it humorous.

Mr. Morow didn’t.

Your skirt flying up, followed by a shard pain on your thigh, you gasp and try to look up; belt in hand, your English professor had whipped you. Hard. Your leg tries to move back but he’s placing his hands on your waist, keeping you still, “tell me, why might your panties be this soaked? I haven’t even touched you.” He had bent down to your ear, vibrations sending you crazy, “do you want me to fuck you? Princess? Fill you up?” You bite down on your lip, he made you tingle just by the sound of his voice.

Another smack of the belt against your ass rings through you and you yelp out in pain, hissing. “Answer me. Go on,” even his soft voice made this sound harsh, you press your forehead against the desk, panting; the pool of wetness most likely slipping down your thighs.

“Fill me up professor, please.” You mewl, he chuckles deeply, the sound of the belt on the floor caused you to sigh out of relief; instead his hands were grabbing your thong, pulling them down slowly and letting them hit your ankles.

“Oh my, so fucking wet.” He hums, pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a better look.

“Sir.” You retort, needy and beyond ready to be fucked at this point.

“Yes?” You tense up, mouth dropping open when you feel his tip stroke up and down your folds, your thighs tremble and shake under his grasp, slowly pushing his throbbing cock into you. You cry out, “use your words, what is it?” He questions you once more.

“So fucking big.” You moan, he pulls your hips further onto his cock; shaping your pussy to his liking, stretching you out and hitting every nerve possible, “oh my god!” His hips finally touching your ass, you twitched and tightened around him, fitting around him accordingly.

“You take my cock so well.” He pulls out, hands tight around your waist as he slowly thrusts you, you gasp and squeal, he didn’t even need to try to hit your gspot. He speeds up, enough to feel that sharp pressure of his head poking at your cervix, his name spilling from your mouth.

“Such a good girl, do you like that?” Ramming into you, your legs wanted to drop as he fucked you numb, his big hand grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, “answer me.” He grits, you couldn’t, you couldn’t even compose words as he fucked every syllable out of you.

You didn’t answer, he shoves your head down, slamming onto the desk painfully, you wince and he picks up pace, “I told you to answer me,” drilling into you, you’re stomach twisting into a tight knot.

About to reach your hard orgasm, he only fucks harder, screaming out a gasp, “fuck! Your cock feels so good Sir!” You cry.

Your moans and screams were music to his ears, only inching him closer to stuffing you with his kids, “such a good little fruit, you’re sucking me in so good.” He groans, your cum coating his dick, he picked up your arms by the metal chain of the handcuffs, using it as leverage to demolish your insides.

Your wrists sore, makeup dripping down your eyes along with your tears, hair a mess, legs numb and shaking ready to give out, “I’m-I’m gonna cum again!” You wailed, he didn’t change his pace, cock stroking against your sweet spot.

“Do it.” Hips sputtering, only slowing down slightly, you become his cum disposal, dumping his seed into your hot cunt. He’s groaning, panting lightly; throwing your second orgasm into the mix, your slick and his cum pouring down his cock and your thighs, you shook profusely, he massaged your ass with his hands before unlocking the cuffs and pulling you up, dropping to your knees and huffing.

“You took me so well.” He purrs into your ear whilst picking you up by the armpits and placing you in the chair, he wipes under your eyes where most of the mascara was and brushes your hair out of your face, crouching down to your level and pulling your panties over your knees, you lift up a little so he can pull them up completely while watching his every move.

While you composed yourself, he walked back around to his desk, gathering papers together in a stack, “we can finish writing tomorrow, how about that princess?” You smile and nod, relived he wouldn’t put you through the torture tonight.

“Sure,” you say, standing and trying way too hard to walk normally, you pick up your bag and keys, walking towards his office door.

“See you in class tomorrow, professor.”

#hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka morrow x reader #hunter x hunter #smut #hxh x reader #hxh hisoka #lemon

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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Infested

A/N: Howdy, so this is pretty long and essentially took me all day to do so have fun reading it! It's entirely based on today's episode, lucky number 13, so definite spoilers lie ahead! Enjoy!

Tech x Female reader - established relationship

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"Cid better pay us extra for that mission." Echo grumbled, helmet held under his arm as you and the others waded off of the ship. Wrecker shrugged his shoulders, a carefree smile on his lips, "Eh, it wasn't so bad." he mused. You nodded along with him, although your aching joints would happily disagree with you.

"She failed to mention the drop zone would be swarming with Gundarks," Echo continued, his tone getting more frustrated as he spoke. Tech's hand nudged against yours as he leapt into the discussion, his ability to remain quiet and unopinionated practically non-existent, "It is not the first time she has left out key details." he pointed out, finger sticking up.

It was true, Cid was known to leave out important details, details which determined whether you'd live or die on a mission. You couldn't count the many near-misses you've had over your time working for her. As you approached the bar, feet scuffing against the dirt ground, you noted the excessive amount of people clustered around the entrance, "When did this place get so popular?"

The bar was bustling with life, quite a contrast to its normal dead atmosphere, you stood closer to Tech suddenly feeling nervous. What if the Empire knew you were here? All just double agents waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up, throw you in a cell and burn the key.

"Not our problem, let's just find Cid." Hunter huffed out, slowly moving forward while keeping an eye on his surroundings. You did the same, finger scratching the hilt of your blaster as you surveyed patrons who stood by the bar, something didn't sit right with you. Cid's bar wasn't as bad as some places you had visited in the galaxy, but it wasn't a five-star resort by any means, so why the sudden boom in customers.

As you all approached the door, an armed guard blocked the way, his weapon pushing against Hunter's chest with every step he took, "And where do ya think you're goin'?" he questioned out, mask hiding his face. Hunter flicked his gaze behind his shoulder catching all the confused looks you were giving one another. With patience running thin, Hunter punched the man back against the wall ending the brewing argument there.

The corridors seemed darker than usual, maybe a few lights had blown out in the time you were gone, this place did seem rather old. The office door swooshed open, only to reveal a few more guards and someone who wasn't Cid. The men's blasters raised up, you doing the same, you were quite proud at how quickly you were able to reach your blaster; practice did make perfect.

"It's rather rude to barge into one's office unannounced, don't you think?"

"This isn't your office," Hunter growled out, two more guards coming up from behind. You, Wrecker and Echo turned to face them, your eyes looking their outfits up and down. You didn't recognise the design nor which side they seemed to be on, but from the way this interaction was playing out, you could only assume it wasn't yours.

"What are you doing with her?" Omega spoke up, you had nearly forgotten she was here with how quiet she had been, very out of character for her. You zoned back into the conversation, but your eyes still glared at the two men in front of you, blaster raised to the height of their foreheads.

The man began to move around, kicking his legs off of the table, "I paid, Cid delivered." he smirked, ugh you had barely spent five minutes with this guy but you already hated him. Hunter scowled at the man, "Where is Cid?" he spit out.

"Cid's out," the mobster laughed, standing in front of his desk, attention purely on the sergeant. He stroked the tips of his fingers against the dusted horn on the desk, resting his hands on the guard's shoulders as he spoke, "This parlour and Ord Mantell is now my territory, but if you're looking for work, I might have use for you."

You groaned under your breath, catching the attention of Wrecker for only a moment, "We'll think about it," Hunter mumbled, placing his blaster down. Once he did that, the rest of you followed, moving to leave the office in a hurry.

"You do that," the man echoed, giving a brief wave before the doors sealed shut.

The moment you left what used to be Cid's bar, you headed towards the ship, Hunter taking lead like always. You had to pick up your steps, falling behind as your brain took over, too many guilty thoughts fueling you. Tech noticed your missing presence beside him and turned to see you scuttering along.

"What's wrong, cyar'ika?" he whispered, taking your hand in his so he could politely drag you to match his speed. You shook your head, mumbling a "Nothing," under your breath, but the more you thought about it the more it unnerved you. Opening your mouth with a sigh, you spoke "It just feels wrong to not help Cid out, what if something bad happened to her?" You expected you'd have to get Tech's attention again, but the moment you turned your head to meet him your eyes caught, he was waiting for you to respond this whole time.

He opened his mouth to speak but was immediately cut off by Hunter, "We're getting off Ord Mantell. Tech and (Y/N), prep the ship, the rest of us will gather supplies." he ordered.

"But what about Cid? We can't just leave her!" you argued back, glaring as the troopers stopped to face you. Omega stood beside you, echoing your point further, "What did he mean when he said she was 'out'?" her eyes just as frantic as yours. You knew Hunter could say no to you, but he could never resist Omega, her sweet-natured attitude combated his brutal tones perfectly.

"Given his tone, it is a plausible assumption that Cid was either forced out or taken out." Tech suspected, feeling you squeeze his hand at the mere thought. "W-we need to help her!" you stated, standing up to Hunter, something you rarely did.

"Nice to see two of you care. Inside. Now." Cid demanded from the ramp of the Havoc, your eyes widened when you caught her form, slightly relieved she wasn't dead as Tech had thought. Speaking of, you had turned to Tech to gauge his reaction, it was equally as startled as yours: eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. As expected, you all boarded the ship and followed Cid to the cockpit where she began to explain the entire situation.

"Where are we?" Hunter groaned, stepping further and further into the dark. You were one of the last to come down, deciding to stand beside Omega incase anything were to occur. The tunnels were dark and dingy, lit up by the torches you had brought along, the boys all wearing their helmets while you, Omega and Cid braved it face on.

"Ord Mantell's old mining tunnels. These rails run underneath the city, it's how we're sneaking into my parlour to steal the spice." Cid informed you all, Wrecker pounded his fists together, voice rough, "Well, why don't we just walk in there and take it? We can handle those guards." he was getting too cocky again.

"No one can know we're involved," Cid reminded us, pointing her light around the tunnel searching for something, "Roland is one thing, but the Pykes aren't an enemy you want to make." Her flashlight settled on some mining carts, their motors old but still held the possibility of working, "We'll use these carts to transport the crates of spice."

Tech moved over to the rusted carts the moment light was shone on them, crouching down to get a better look. Even with his helmet on, you could tell he was struggling to see, so being the good girlfriend that you were, you held your light above him; allowing him to see all sorts of hidden decay.

"Thank you, cyar'ika." he hummed out, fingers fiddling with random parts, "They're not in the best shape, but I can get the motors operational." he offered. Cid stopped him, slapping his hand away from the contraption before getting on one herself, "You crazy? Motors are too loud, this is a stealth mission; you guys are good at that, right?"

"Last time I checked," you mused, wiping some cobwebs away from your legs, a shiver crawling up your spine. You hated spiders, perhaps the thing you fear most in the galaxy, no matter what breed or species, it still freaked you out; badly too.

"Tiny, Goggles, Doc, you're with me." Cid commanded, pointing her finger at each of you then motioning with her thumb for you all to get in. The cart shook and rattled as you got on board, the yellow paint chipping off when you rested a hand against the rail. The other batch members trailed in behind you, Wrecker furiously pumping the cart to keep in time with your own.

"Now, listen up, when we pass through those doors, not a peep out of anyone. We don't want to wake the hive."

"H-hive?" you stuttered out, eyes centre to the door. With the thought of a hive that could mean anything, giant wasps, massive cockroaches or even worse, spiders. Tech sensed your fear, saw the immediate tension in your shoulders, your position going in on itself. He placed a firm grip onto your shoulder, squeezing it with a whisper of encouragement, "You'll be fine, (Y/N), as long as you don't speak."

"The caverns have a slight infestation problem." Cid dismissed, batting it away as though it wasn't the most terrifying thing you've ever encountered. Wrecker laughed, hands braced against his hips, "We're not afraid of a few bugs." he obviously couldn't see your retreating form.

"Well, it won't be a problem if everyone keeps their traps shut. Big guy, get the door." Cid remarked, hands held against the cart, ready to push away. The moment the doors etched open your eyes widened, the room was dark much like the rest of the place, large cobwebs coated each wall, this didn't help you at all. But you had to remain quiet, as long as you were silent no giant spiders were rearing their gross massive heads.

The drop-down was impressive, but the inky blackness was able to cover up how far down it truly was, a fall like that would surely kill a man.

You hopped off of the cart, hands braced against your legs as you breathed in and out heavily, even though you didn't see a single spider you still felt like you went on a 5k walk. After the commotion of the fallen flashlight and the gentle rumbles of what lied beneath, it was safe to say you were happy you could stick your head back into the real world. A thought that consumed you as you stepped up the ladder into Cid's office.

"Ugh, and I thought Wrecker was a slob." Echo groaned, flashlight skimming the shelves screwed to the walls. Tech pulled you up the remaining steps, always a gentleman, even though you couldn't see his face you knew there to be a smile on his lips; you could tell by the crinkling of his eyes. Your comms buzzed off, Cid's voice grumbling through the messed up speaker, "Can the commentary, Roland won't be gone for long."

You got to business, searching around for the spice crates, "Six crates of spice confirmed." Tech announced, shining the boxes in a bright white light. You began pushing them over to Wrecker, you and Hunter heaving together to move the damn thing. Stretching your back, winded, you breathed heavily, "Gee, when they said spice you sure they didn't mean concrete?"

"Very funny, Doc, now get back here; Roland's on his way." Cid criticised, clearly unamused by your little joke. So you slid back into the tunnel just in the nick of time, Tech sealing the hatch and shimming down the ladder all before Roland opened the office doors.

And there you were, right back in the creaky carts that held your life, with one simple mistake you could all plunge to your death. With one hand forever encased around the chipped yellow rail, you closed your eyes tight and thought light.

"We've got incoming!" Wrecker hissed out, spotting the enemy cart beaming straight for them, illuminated by the redlight glued to the front. As if you weren't being silent like your life didn't depend on it, the guards began to shoot, the laser fire pinging on the metal of the carts; the sound echoing. Echo and Hunter began to fire back, the loud sounds ricocheting off of every surface imaginable, "I said no blaster fire." Cid whispered harshly, although the sounds of the guns firing soon covered her voice.

"Tell that to them!" Wrecker yelled out, pulling his own weapon out and shooting. The cave roared with a sound unfamiliar to you, the cave walls seemingly shaking, which didn't sound good in your professional opinion.

"If those laser brains woke the hive, we're all dead." you thought you heard Cid swear, now you knew this definitely wasn't good. A loud screeching sound caught Omega's attention, her torch swivelling around in her hand as the noise persisted, "What's that sound?"

You were sat by Tech's legs, craning your neck up to watch him pull the bar up and down in tandem with Cid, "Ugh, I really don't like this." you whined, briefly making eye contact with the clone. The earth continued to rumble and crumble around you, the webs wiggling as though something was on them, "Please don't be spiders, please don't be spiders," you whispered to yourself, eyes scrunched shut with fear.

"Power up the engines," Cid panicked, quickly moving to pull the lever down, the other cart of clones doing the same. The vehicles jutted forward, Tech's back making contact with the sides of the cart as he was jostled back, "We've got incoming!" Wrecker yelled, no longer fearing the need to be quiet.

"(Y/N), I know you're scared, but we're going to need your help to take whatever these creatures may be." Tech nudged you with his foot, gently mind you, he was trying to encourage you to move. With a huff of breath and a clenched fist, you stood on shaky legs and pulled out your blaster, one hand still wrapped around the rail; more so to stay on the thing than anything else.

It was all quiet, the sounds abruptly stopping, but you were wiser than that. You held the blaster closer to your face, eyes scanning whatever Tech's scope lit up. Out of nowhere a swarm of flying creatures shot up from the depths of the cave, teeming the two carts as they chutted along at a measly pace.

One landed inside the cart, it's teeth and claws razor-sharp, you shot it immediately, Tech then kicked it's body over the side and watched as it fell into the webbing.

"At least they're not spiders," Tech enlightened you, shooting his blaster some more, "Not helping!" you barked back, firing at the creatures fluttering around the entrance hatch.

"That's her, she's the one you want." Roland nudged his head towards the batch's presence in the bar, your smiling faces merging into frowns when weapons were raised. The Pyke stepped forwards, his demeanour calm but words holding a certain threatening charm to them, "It has come to my attention that you have stolen our shipment of spice. Return it to us, and we will consider this issue resolved."

Cid took a reluctant step forward, arms raised in surrender, "Woah, woah, woah, buddy. Not sure what he's been telling you, but we don't have any spice." she insinuated, a confident smile on her face, but it was a lie. The Pyke dismissed her ruse, solemnly shaking his head while raising his hand towards his men, "Kill them."

"Wait," Hunter stepped forward, arm stretched out in a feeble attempt to stop them. Cid side-eyed him unsure what his move was, "We don't have the spice on us, but we know where it is." Cid cursed the trooper under her breath, why on Tatooine did she enlist these guys to help again?

The Pyke turned back to face you all, eyelid at half-mast, "My patience is wearing very thin. If you know where the spice is, then you should have no problem retrieving it." It felt like an insult slapped straight in the face, an unknowing nerve-rattling your bones at the very thought of having to engage with that devil of a nest again. You took timid steps closer towards Tech, needing to feel some sense of comfort in these trying times.

He didn't look at you, too busy memorising every little detail about the Pykes, maybe he could find a weakness or highlight their strengths for later purposes.

"Until you do, the child and woman stay here." the moment the sentence was said, the boys raised their weapons, aimed at the aliens in front of them. Tech stood in front of you, ushering you behind him as he took your defence, a hard glare held behind his goggles; you could have sworn you heard a small growl although that could have been Ruby.

"Not happening," Hunter snarled, the sentiment followed by the rest of the batch. The Pyke shook his head, glare equally as harsh as Tech's, "You misunderstand, this is not a negotiation." though his tone wasn't commanding it was clear that there was no room for arguing, yet the boy's didn't put down their blasters.

"If I may?" Cid asked, receiving a simple nod in return she turned to face you all, voice a gruff whisper, "You all don't realize who you're dealing with. If you don't lower your blasters, we're all gonna wish we were dead."

"We're not giving up (Y/N) and Omega, it's simply too dangerous and out of the question." Tech huffed, his arm curled around your back, bring you incredibly close to his chest. Your cheeks warmed at the opinion, feeling the love Tech has for you in the way he protected you, even if you could protect yourself by all means.

"I got a plan, Goggles, so calm down. Let me handle this." Cid resumed conversation with the Pykes. Tech shifted the position of his goggles on the bridge of his nose, "The last time you handled this we were fighting our way out a hive infested tunnel," he grumbled to death ears.

"We can't leave Omega with them." Wrecker reprimanded the batch, shaking his head, the thought of leaving her behind didn't sit well with him. Tech pushed Wrecker aside, butting into the conversation, "Nor (Y/N), if those Pykes are as dangerous as Cid said, then why should we trust them with hostages? For all we know, they could kill the girls before we get to the Havock."

"Listen, Goggles, I told ya I'll get ya girl back so quit ya whining."

"Why does it seem that all your plans lead us to more failures, I've calculated that out of all the missions we've done for you over the last few weeks, only 35% have gone smoothly. We have no reason to agree to your plans or the idea that (Y/N) and Omega will come out of that room alive."

"Tech," Hunter barked, drawing the genius' frustration away from Cid. But it couldn't be helped, the love of his life was being held as a hostage, possibly never to come out alive if they failed. How did Hunter expect him to act when the person that caused all this was stood right in front of him.

"If all you do is plan to argue then be my guest, but if you plan on helping us rescue (Y/N) and Omega then shut up and get movin'. Like it or not, Cid's the only one who knows this place better than any map, so put your feelings aside and work together for a day."

Still, Hunter was right, without Cid there was no way they could get the girls back alive, Tech needed to trust her no matter how much it conflicted with his statistics. Tech sighed, feeling quite possibly useless to defend you, "Fine, but I won't like it."

"Whatever, now can we get movin' please, I gotta get my bar back."

"And Omega and (Y/N)," Echo chorused, Cid waved the back of her hand dismissively as she approached the Havoc's ramp, "Yeah, yeah, Tiny and Doc too."

Back at Cid's bar, you and Omega sat tied up bored out of your minds. Roland was chained next to you, his expression equally if not more so bored than yours. As the guards patrolled the perimeters of the room, you couldn't help but drift your thoughts to Tech, wondering when he was going to get back with the spice and save your butt; you'd have to remember to return the favour someday.

As another like-minded guard passed by, his blaster dropped to the ground with little care, you watched as it clinked to the ground, the guard unbothered by it. Your brain formed plans, you may be tied up but you've been in worse situations than this. Okay, you had to think clearly and logically here, you had to protect Omega that was the number one rule, then you have to get yourself out of here; maybe find a ship.

You began to lean forward, Omega watching you from the corner of her eye as she tried to keep tabs on all the guards in the room.

"Don't try it, they'll kill you." Roland's voice spat out, although he wasn't looking at you, only ahead at the entrance. You rolled your eyes, glaring at him, "And why would I listen to you?"

He shrugged, agreeing with you, why the hell would he care if you died or not, he doesn't know you. "You have a point, please, be my guest. Maybe while they're shooting at you I can escape unnoticed." he teased, baring his pointed teeth as he smirked. Omega began tugging on the ropes, hands burning against the stuff, "Our friends will come and save us!"

"If your friends don't return the spice, we're both dead. That's what happens when you meddle in other people's business." Roland replied casually, finally looking at you. You furrowed your brows, "Us!" the guards turned their heads at the raise of your voice, you awkwardly smiled back at them then continued when they looked away, "Us?" you whispered this time.

"You're the one who took Cid's parlour from her," Omega affirmed, evenly as pissed as you were. Roland shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, shifting uncomfortably against the ground, "You take what you want, that's the Durand way. It's a tactic my mother has perfected."

"So she was a criminal too?" you muttered, although you could talk, most of the people you grew up with were involved with some form of crime, you were just lucky the Republic found you when they did; who knows what you would've become if they didn't.

"Ugh, you make it sound so...undignified." he chuckled, leaning his head back until it bumped against the crate, "If only she could see me now," he huffed out. Omega looked up to you, eyes pleading for you to change your stance on this guy, he was just damaged, he could be fixed. You looked away from her, unable to take the cute gaze for too long, you now understood why Hunter would crumble when around her.

"Omega, he's a criminal." you uttered, eyes still focused on the dirty bottles at the bar, "So are we," she mumbled out. You shook your head, building the strength to look at her, lip in a pout and quivering, eyes wide and sparkling, "Ugh, you're the worst." you groaned; Omega let out a quiet laugh at that.

Two guards approached you and Omega, heaving you both up and forcing you to walk with them to the landing docs. With each shove and push, you had finally made it, looking up you saw that familiar pile of crap and struggled against your confines. The Havoc's ramp slowly opened and out walked the bad batch, Wrecker a little greener than when he left. But it didn't matter the moment you saw those yellow-tinted goggles and those brown eyes you felt your heart doing backflips, "Tech!" you yelled out quickly catching his attention.

"Kar'taylir darasuum," he croaked out, hurrying down the ramp to get closer to you. Before he could reach you the guard tugged you back and stood in front of you acting like a brick wall. Tech looked the man up and down, a glare held in his caramel eyes, "Now, now, before we release them there is still a problem to be resolved." the Pyke spoke up, revealing himself from behind the armed guards.

Hunter approached him, waving his arm to show Wrecker and Echo emptying the crates out of the ship, "We got your spices, now give us back our crew." he hissed. The Pyke did a quick inspection over Hunter's shoulder, rather choosing to wait until he could look inside one of the crates.

"Since the spice has been returned, the matter between us is resolved." he gave the order and the guards released their hands from you and Omega. The kid had rushed over to Hunter, he knelt down and gave her a brief once over, if they had harmed even a single hair on her head there would have been war. Tech had embraced you the moment you stumbled away from the Pyke's grip, doing the same as Hunter but with more detail and effort put into the search.

"My dear, I was so worried about you. I'm sorry we had to leave you behind, it felt immoral and wrong to do such a thing to the person I hold dearest to my heart." he admitted, arms tightly wrapped around your waist the minute he pulled the ropes free from you. You felt tears welling in the corners of your eyes, but held them back well, "I wasn't worried, I knew you'd come back for me, Tech."

Tech couldn't wait any longer, pulling you in for a searing kiss, lips pressed against yours in a desperate attempt to feel you. Hot breaths panted on both of your faces, Tech's goggles steaming up the longer you stayed lip-locked.

"Yeah, yeah, quit the sappy crap Goggles, do that in ya own time." Cid groaned, already walking away back to her bar, "Come on, boys. First round's on me."

Tech scoffed, hand wrapped around your waist as you all began to walk back, "You owe us much more than that,"

"Don't push your luck." you teased him, poking a finger against his cheek. Cid nodded in approval, "That's the best thing you've said all day, Doc."

"I beg to differ," Tech whispered against the shell of your ear, his arm squeezing you enough to make you squeal, a hot blush blooming on your cheeks.

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Duel | Seulgi x F!Reader | Knight!AU

Request: Okay so I have a request 👀 you don’t have to write it if you want want to, but the idea came to my head and I thought why not request it from one of my favourite writers! 🥺

SO, knight!seulgi. Or basically Seulgi with a sword and being bad ass 🥴 maybe a small bit of enemies to lovers, who knows? But just Seulgi. With a sword. 😳🥵

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i hope you like it! i'm not big on action scenes so they were kind of rushed, sorry :( also sorry that it took so long my dear!! hope you're doing well <3

Date: 4/11/21

You uncomfortably roll your shoulders back, a phantom pain gradually enveloping your body. Somehow the mere sight of Seulgi was enough to send shudders down your spine as your body recounts the sensations of the many fights you've had with her. Maybe defeat has already etched itself into your muscle memory.

You let out a quiet breath as you observe her sparring session with a fellow damoiseau, a knight-in-training. Your mind feels a bit torn by the sight in front of you. On one hand you are entranced by the fluid motions and contortions that Seulgi managed to make her body do. On the other hand you struggle to not make an obviously unsettled face. Your mood sours at the disappointment you feel when reminded of the fact that despite how much you try to observe and study her, you have never bested her in a duel.

Besting the people around you had always come easy. You've enjoyed the pain of your training, knowing that it would be proven a worthy investment of your time when you see a pitiful body laying on the floor in front of you. When you get to see the face of defeat, hear the admittance of it. For all you know you are the perfect warrior. A noble knight worthy to serve the monarch.

You're better than everyone. You know it. Except for her.

What was it? What did you she have that you didn't? Every time she bested you in a duel it dealt a bastardly blow to your ego. The words 'second best' would make your eye want to twitch. For all your strength and endurance, your familiarity with the motions of battle, Seulgi just seemed to understand it more.

You recount the many times your body would strain itself after being dealt with many sharp thwacks. The throbbing pains from falling and rolling, again and again. The sense of hope and excitement as you pushed yourself to take on a stance and seemingly deal a final blow, only for Seulgi to easily and gracefully step away, just to kick you back to the ground.

You hate her. You hate the weaklings underneath you too. You swear you can hear them snicker when you lose to her, that treacherous woman.

You stop your thoughts when you suddenly hear the booming voice of your master calling for you. Your grip strengthens around your training sword as you slowly make way towards Seulgi. It's time for the two of you to repeat the process. This time though, you are determined to win. Certain of it. Seulgi, the best apprentice in your regiment, would not longer make a mockery of you.

Your jaw hurts as clench, barely containing your anger. You try to calm down and refocus on the situation at hand. You look at Seulgi as she stands in her own battle-ready stance in front of you. You wonder how her blows deal so much power when her frame looks so delicate.

Focusing on calming down your breathing, you slowly advance forward. Your opponent does the same and soon enough you're circling around each other. It's the same story again. The same beginnings.

You want to end things quickly and dive in for the first blow. One blow should be all you need, you think to yourself. You force yourself to go as quickly as possible, everything around you a blur except for your target herself. All of a sudden though, she disappears and suddenly you feel your training sword facing resistance, threatening to escape your grasp.

You grunt in frustration and reorient yourself to find Seulgi. You spot her and balance yourself waiting for another opening. She is always on the defensive it seems, but you are never one to wait. As the seconds go by you deem it the right time to go for a slash. It feels as if your body is moving through molasses as you watch Seulgi glide out of your weapon's way in horror. You see her sword and a painful thwack is given.

It's the same story again. The same middle.

You repeat and repeat these motions. You going in for a hit only to be countered. Sometimes you'd get one in, but like you your opponent is hardy and gets back up. After a brutal pummeling you must resign yourself to defeat, as much as your heart hates it. The same ending as always.

This time though you can't seem to hold your tongue back.

You storm up closer to Seulgi and roughly hold onto the collar of her training attire. "What the hell is it? What's your secret?" You shake the woman a bit until her hands come up to your wrist. She pushes them down and you decide to let go. "Rematch tonight. I'll prove my worth." The words come out viciously but quietly. They were a promise both to her and yourself.

The crowd of spectators around you stay quiet after your outburst, and Seulgi doesn't say anything either. Not bothering to look at anyone's faces you leave the grounds to change clothes. They stuck to you with sweat and the gritty dirt that covered it bothered you

You can't think much for the rest of the day. The thoughts of your failure prevents you from enjoying training or beating other people. Soon enough you find yourself looking at a bowl of measly soup and bread in the mess hall all by yourself.

The warm soup makes you feel marginally better, but you don't pay much attention to it. Instead you take in your surroundings. This scenario is routine. You sit by yourself somewhere among the crowds of people interacting and enjoying their meal together. Even if people were nearby you simply would not speak. Why waste your breath on them?

In contrast to you though, you notice how hordes of people flock around the number one apprentice. Vying for her attention. Are you jealous? You can't tell. You just wonder if people would act that way towards you if you were the best.

Soon enough you hear the familiar yelling of a commander telling you all to return to your bunks. You quickly put away your bowl and utensils before hanging back from the line of people walking back towards the measly barracks that housed you all. Through the large body of people you see the crowd finally thin out as people their respective barracks. As you get closer to yours you finally spot Seulgi towards the entrance of the building. Coming up behind her you speak out.

"You didn't forget, did you?" She takes a moment to think before huffing.

"I suppose I should humor you after all."

You turn without letting her speak further. There's a silence between the two of you as you go to retrieve your training swords. You'd expect to hear loud padded footsteps behind you, but surprisingly Seulgi's footsteps sound faint. Nearly nonexistent.

The night sky of course makes it hard to see things, but your years of training has ingrained the layout of the entire area into your heart. It also helps that the moonlight allows you to see just enough as well. You make it to your destination with ease, picking up your weapon you watch as Seulgi grabs hers too.

"Where are we going to fight?" She questions you tiredly.

"Out in the field." Your answer is curt as you once again lead Seulgi, this time to the middle of the field you had fought in earlier in the day. When you arrive you distance yourself farther away from her and take your stance.

"You ready?" You ask her as you plant your feet into the ground and focus on your breathing.

"Mhm." Seulgi, unlike you, decides to stand there. She seems uncommitted, like she doesn't care about the fight. How dare she do that when your pride is on the line? When you're taking this so seriously?

Frustration builds up inside of you as you take her attitude as disrespect. You move in to give her a quick jab. Extending your arm, you feel your weapon graze her before she moves out of the way. A popping noise fills the air as she strikes down near the hilt of your weapon, trying to make you loosen your grip. It almost works but you quickly readjust your hands. You force up your sword in retaliation, breaking away the contact between your two swords.

With your sword so high up you decide to go for a horizontal swing towards Seulgi's body. In the early moments of your swing though, Seulgi ducks down and gives you an upwards jab towards your chest.

You heave as air forcefully leaves your lungs, a pain exploding around your chest.

"God!" You wheeze out loudly. Seulgi stands in front of you while she lowers her sword. You get down to your knees and look at the ground. Your breathing normalizes quickly but you try to get your bearings before rising again.

"I still... don't get it." As quickly as your breathing returned to its normal state, your voice quivered as your eyes felt hot. The disappointment that you seemingly always felt around Seulgi had made its reappearance. This time it hit harder than normal. Hard enough to make you start crying.

As your breathing began to become more uneven you finally raise your head and stand up. The form of your opponent gets closer to you. The only sounds between the two of you is the noises escaping your throat as you broke down again.

"How can you manage to fight like that?" You notice Seulgi has put both of her hands out to you. Your hesitance to take them spurs her to speak.

"I'll show you." Her voice touches you somehow. How have you never noticed how angelic she sounded? How gentle she was being with you right now? "Just take them."

You allow her to take your hands. She carefully clasps her similarly calloused hands around yours and begins to move. Her body sways, you don't quite understand why but you try to follow suit.

"I don't get it." You say as you try to mirror her movements. You fumble in embarrassment as Seulgi moves with confidence and grace. You're like a fawn who hasn't learned how to walk next to her.

"I'm a dancer, don't you see?" She momentarily lets go of your hands and walks backwards. You miss the feeling of her hands but you're entranced by the short show she puts on.

She performs for you, the dance itself was beautiful as she created curves and angles with her body. The moonlight enhances it, bouncing off her body and allowing her to glow.

Why have you never noticed how delicate her features looked? How it looked as if she was hand sculpted by the gods?

She returns back to you, taking your hands in hers and leads you back to dancing. You focus harder on trying to mimic her correctly. Eventually the both of you are gracefully dancing across the vast field. You're calmer now, happy even.

"See?" Seulgi says after a while of silent dancing. "The battlefield is my dancefloor, and I'm simply dancing around your blade."

"You're an incredible dancer, Seulgi." Seulgi has brought the two of you closer now. You notice how her lips tug up a bit as you pay her a compliment. That was the first time you've complimented her, perhaps even anyone here. It was the first time you said something without malice to her.

"I try." She laughs a bit. "I wanted to be a professional dancer at first actually. My family wanted me to go into a more noble field though, for the sake of our reputation. I protested at first of course. As I thought more though I decided I wouldn't mind protecting people. I still try to dance everyday though."

"Oh." Shock is laced through your voice. Listening to Seulgi was a humbling experience to say the least. You had wanted to become a knight for your own honor, to attain glory and recognition. You hadn't paid much thought towards protecting other people.

It was also strange to see Seulgi treat you like this. Her kindness was unprecedented. Was your hatred and spite one-sided all along?

"Hm?" Seulgi is curious to your shock as she quirks her eyebrow.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"I've..." It hurts you a bit to say sorry, let alone apologize correctly. You force yourself to do it though. Maybe, just maybe, you need to change. "I've certainly acted coldly towards you and others. My actions have been... conceited." You here a soft giggle before Seulgi speaks again.

"You're cuter when you're not being awful, you know?" You're glad that the sun has set and that Seulgi can't see the embarrassment on your face. Seulgi hums a tune as you continue dancing together.

"Try smiling more and scowling less. You'd be more approachable that way, along with some attitude changes of course. Aren't you lonely?" She tries to advise you, and normally you'd lash out if anyone made comments about your behavior, but you can't help but to listen to the soothing voice of Seulgi.

"...I can try." You whisper. "I think, if I may speak frankly, I would be okay with being second best under you." Seulgi laughs again.

"Oh? Was dancing with you all it took to make you earn some humility?"

"Maybe... can we dance again another time?" You ask with hesitance before you quickly elaborate. "To get better at fighting, like you! Of course. Only if you want to."

"If this would effectively make you learn your lesson, then sure."

This was the first time you could talk to someone like this, and you like it.

"Thank you, Seulgi, for your patience."

You understand why she's the best apprentice out of all of you. Why people flock around her. Who wouldn't want to be near the giving soul of Seulgi?

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The bet || Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley and George Weasley x Platonic/Reader (Tiny not so tiny George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer.

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It was still early, I was walking through the corridors towards the Great Hall when two red-haired figures appeared in my sight.

"Hey Y/N!", one of them waved cheerfully at me, I still had no idea which one. "Why do you suddenly look tall today?", the other said with a smile, which made me want to punch him.

"Why are you suddenly more annoying today? It sounds like a serious illness, so excuse me, I don't want to catch this", I walked as fast as I could so they couldn't keep up with me.

I could hear their laughter behind me and the whispering but decided not to pay attention to what was said, that would bring me more calmness.

And why do I basically run away from them? It is very simple.

One day I was just another Ravenclaw student, and the next day I had the attention of the most popular twins at Hogwarts.

They liked to tease me about absolutely everything, no matter if I was just sitting down reading or trying to concentrate in a class, one of them would find a way to annoy me.

I never tried to differentiate which was Fred and which was George, it made no difference, they both seemed equally annoying to me and knowing who is who was not going to guarantee me anything.

"Hey, wait. We have a deal for you", the tallest of them spoke with a grin plastered on his face as he walked up to me in stride.

"And why should I agree? Anything coming from you guys is pretty suspicious", I replied with my eyes screwed tight and crossed my arms.

"Because you can have your quiet time again, we won't tease you anymore as far as possible", the other said with a small smile and I stopped to think for a few seconds.

"Well, that sounds good enough, and what do I have to do? You're going to have to get something out of this, obviously", I still remained in the same position analyzing the two, who seemed to be enjoying themselves more every second.

"You'll have to guess who is who at the end of the day", one of them started and my face dropped at the same moment."Since we're nice, we'll just say it once", the other added.

"What if I don't succeed then? If there's a prank, I'm out."

"There won't be anything out of the ordinary, just an extra dose of us", I took a deep breath just imagining what my life would be like with these two following me around the castle. "So are you going to accept or not?", he raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath and looked away, a good opportunity had fallen into my hands but I would have the rest of my peace lost if I didn't win, which would be no small thing but a part of me was just screaming to accept it at once, the competitive part, the part that was going to win this little challenge.

"I accept, it won't be that hard", I replied with a smile, a wave of confidence built up inside me and I really thought it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Okay then", they just walked past me and kept walking and if I could see my forehead, a big question mark would be hanging there, "Hey? You still have to tell me which is which, it was part of the deal", I said, taking a few steps behind them but they soon stopped and looked at me.

"Oh, you're so confident, do you really need us to tell you who's who?", I clenched my hands tightly to hold back the urge to kill him.

"Of course I don't need to but... HEY!It's not polite to leave a person talking alone", they had the audacity to walk off and wave at me on top of that.

7:30 a.m.

I wasn't going to get any help from them, why did I expect to get any? Obviously they don't want me to win but I will and they will have to swallow that. That's my new goal today, screw the herbology paper.

But now it would be more difficult, few people would know the difference, I would have to ask one of his friends or one of the other Weasleys who studied at Hogwarts.

I wasn't intimate with any of them but I had classes with some, we never spoke but I will change that today.

I just hope they actually tell me something useful, one of the twins could have easily told no one to help me and made everything even more difficult.

8:25 a.m

"Hey Kate, what's up?", I said with a smile just as she was about to pass me down the hall, it was really worth it to eat fast or I wouldn't have made it in time.

The expression on her face already told me everything, the same gleam in her eye that twins have when they are disturbing me, why do I get the impression that it won't be so easy?

"Good morning Y/N, do you need anything?", she said leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile that I chose to ignore. "Actually yes, you should already know, the Weasleys challenged me to set them apart and you as a friend should know how, anything is useful, anything really", I liked that she was direct because I could be too. I don't like wasting time with small talk, especially when I don’t have too much time.

"They actually told me it would happen, but they didn't tell me more details, what happens if you lose? Some kind of prank I bet.

"They will annoy me twice as much as they already do, I don't know how you manage to be friends with them, she stared at me for a few seconds and then grinned. "What?"

"I'll help you since you're asking me but maybe you'll soon see that it wouldn't be so bad to lose", I just nodded without really believing it would happen. "Fred is louder and generally more annoying, George is quieter and more careful. You can find out more by noticing for yourself, I'm going to get going, I want to practice a little before class begins", she pointed to the castle entrance.

"Thank you so much Kate, I'll owe you this one. See you later", I smiled and waved as she walked away from me after waving as well.

Now I know the basics but they might try to trick me, switch places or pretend to be the other one. I have to be prepared and there is only one way.

9:00 a.m

The bell rang and the halls filled with heads hurrying not to be late, especially the poor first year students heading for the dungeon. I could see some shaking on the way out of the Great Hall but my destination was completely different, I headed up the stairs along with the other forty years to Minerva's class.

There was no sign of any of the twins, if they had decided to skip this class my plan was destined to fail.

The class was about to start when the two of them entered without any hurry and I smiled internally for having kept an empty chair next to me, just in case.

"Are you gentlemen having a problem with your audition? The bell rang five minutes ago. This kind of behavior is not tolerated, Mr. Weasleys. Minus ten points for Gryffindor", her angry voice boomed, and no one seated dared to breathe.

"It won't happen again, professor", I was surprised not to hear any funny remarks as a comment and I'm sure she was too but didn't show it.

"Sit down and open your books, let's move one more step forward from yesterday's lesson...", she continued talking but I barely paid attention after one of them sat down next to me.

"So, you're George, you can tell me now that I already know", he looked a little surprised for a few seconds but soon regained his posture.

"How did you guess it? I didn't even say anything", he said looking at me intently and I just shrugged, I wasn't about to say since this is clearly a plus for me.

"That's a secret that will stay with me, it wasn't that hard", I commented, dipping my quill into the ink to start writing what Minerva was going over on the blackboard.

Behind us it was possible to hear Fred's excited whispers that I had learned to ignore after all these years. Now it seemed so much easier, it's not as if I hadn't noticed them both all this time, it's a bit impossible since they make themselves present everywhere.

We remained silent, since this is the only way I can concentrate. I even mentally thanked him for that, but it didn't seem to do any good today. My attention kept being drawn to the red-headed boy next to me, I couldn't help it.

Internally I blamed it on my will to win, because to do so I would have to pay more attention to him, that's all my body wanted to do, focus on George Weasley.

I only realized that I was crossing the line when I noticed that his cheeks started to take on a reddish tint and a shy little smile appeared. To make matters worse, there was Fred's giggles, who was watching everything with the best view; there was no way I could get away with this.

After this awkward moment, I forced myself to pay attention even though my desire was to get out of there, since he now decided to start watching me not as discreetly as he thought he was being. I was much better at that.

"Is there a problem?", I mustered up the courage to ask when it was already 15 minutes before the bell rang again.

I noticed him bite his lips and crack a small smile before looking forward again, "why would there be a problem?"

"You were looking at me", I answered quietly so as not to draw attention from the other students and especially from Minerva who was passing between the desks checking to see if everyone was practicing the spells correctly.

"You were looking at me before that, discretion is not your specialty, you know?", I was a few seconds without knowing how to answer that and in the meantime, I could see him savoring the fact that he had left me speechless.

"Yes, I was watching you to differentiate you better from your brother, and why were you looking at me?", I spoke in a direct tone looking him straight in the eyes and the other redhead's laughter sounded behind us and George gave him a nonchalant look, as did the woman, who had just passed us.

"Is something wrong Mr. Weasley?", she asked and of course, everyone around us had to pay attention too, because they had nothing else interesting to do.

"No, I just remembered a joke I heard, I could tell you if you want. I assure you it is very funny", he assured holding back the urge to laugh even harder.

"Your little jokes stay outside the room Mr. Weasley, and you all, if you haven't perfected today's transfiguration can get back to work", she caught everyone's attention and continued walking peacefully.

We ended up getting distracted from the main subject, he obviously took the chance of not answering me and just kept on training as I did.

12:00 a.m

We had the next 3 classes together and I stayed close to them and their friends as well. As I imagined everyone was very nice to me, we could have become friends much sooner if we weren't stuck in a fixed group of friends.

Some things had become much clearer in my head and others even more blurred. They didn't seem to be picking on anyone but me, although it hadn't happened all day. Then why? I was going to find out.

"Will you come sit with us today?", Katie said with an arm around Angelina's shoulders, both looking at me with a smile that wouldn't let me deny them anything.

"Sure, I'd love to. It's kind of funny that we have more things in common than I expected", I remarked as we walked slowly, with the hasty crowd in front of us. I would usually be with them but it's much better this way, time is not as important as catching up with everyone.

"I had no idea you liked quidditch, have you thought about joining the Ravenclaw team?", Angel, as she asked to be called, inquired and at that moment, I should but I didn't notice her gaze leave me and go to the twins, several times.

"I'm not as good at playing as I am at watching, so I prefer to stay in the stands", I replied with a small smile until I noticed everyone in that small group communicating with their eyes, which I chose to ignore.

"So Angeli, since when did you start playing?", I started the subject that was going to last throughout the entire lunch hour and it couldn't be better.

Everyone had some story to tell, I must admit that Fred's and George's were the funniest. At no time was there any kind of awkward silence, or a moment when I was not included in the conversation. I did notice that some of my classmates were surprised that I sat there, but in general they were looking at us because of the noise. Their special talent was talking, which I found refreshing since I could hear more and talk occasionally.

The worst part of it was that I ended up not paying as much attention to either George or Fred as I had planned, although now I know a little more about both of them and my new friends.

3:00 p.m.

After two classes of Aritmancia, I had a free period and many homework assignments to do and as I walked to the library, a familiar voice called out to me.

"Y/N!", I turned around and was faced with George and his broom near the stairs, not so far from me, "We are going to practice a little, do you want to come too?", I was about to say no, as I was already busy but then I remembered, I still had to guess who was who at the end of the day.

I had really forgotten and started to enjoy their company, I had to remind myself that I wanted to win and that it made perfect sense to spend some more time with him, if it meant that I could guarantee it. Or at least, I tried to convince myself of that.

"Sure, who else will be training?", I asked as I walked over to him and then we walked together to the castle entrance and towards the field. "Just Angelina and Fred, the others have classes or something to do," and I just nodded in agreement.

We hadn't spent any time alone since Transfiguration class and I didn't know what to say, as did he but I didn't feel uncomfortable, just lost in my own thoughts.

"You came to watch half the best quadribol team play today. You won't regret it," Fred was the first to speak up as soon as we arrived and I could only laugh, how could one person be so confident? I needed some tips.

"My expectations are higher than you Weasley, you better not let me down after that speech," I wasn't trying to be funny but I heard a chuckle come from the redhead next to me. "You're not out of it George, none of you. But remember, no pressure. I'm only going to judge a little bit," I said smirking, not really taking any of the words I said seriously.

"Go sit down and prepare to be impressed," the black haired girl gave the last words, grabbed her own broom and flew to the three right hoops as I hurried to the stands.

Luckily, I didn't miss much and less than 5 minutes later, I could tell with certainty how good the three were. They took turns as goalkeepers for Angelina, even though it wasn't really their position in the game.And after 15 minutes, the dynamic changed for the two of them to try to hit her, one at a time, for them to practice as beaters.

But honestly, I paid much less attention than I normally do. I couldn't tell them apart from so far away, and this realization made me face the shameless excuse I had created for myself. I just wanted to be there, and the reason for that I wouldn't say out loud.

More than 30 minutes later, the three of them instead of landing on the ground, came flying towards me and stopped by my side.

"So you can talk about how impressed you are now", I pretended to think for a few seconds and the indignation on his face was so funny I almost didn't say it but after such an arduous training like that, they deserved it.

"You guys were amazing, if someone from another house could watch the official training sessions I would really come to see more", I smiled and it was extremely adorable to see George's already red face redden even more after my compliment.

"You already know you can't watch the official practices, we are finally starting to understand each other", Fred said and took a step to hug me and I immediately took one back. "You're soaking wet Fred Weasley, don't even think about it. This is not the time for hugs".

"But I think it's a good idea sweetie, you can't hide from a Weasley, so just accept it", he said with an evil grin on his face and I was ready to run, I hated sweat especially when it wasn't mine but his long legs came into action once again.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced, so you have something to be proud of after all", I complained, pulling away seconds after he had cornered me in the hug, which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been any other time.

"If that's the grossest one, you really don't know what's waiting for you honey. This is just the beginning," Angel said with a satisfied smile on his face. "But we better go now, I need a shower and we still have one last class today," she added and flew out of there after waving to us.

"Yeah, I need to take a shower too, I'll see you guys later," Fred said before getting out of there as quickly as possible, leaving me alone with George again.

"Well, do you want a ride? It's much quicker to get down that way," he smiled slightly at me and I agreed without a second thought.

I held his bare arm, because I thought it was better than hugging him and regret appeared immediately because I always had some issues with flying. It wasn't the worst thing in the world but it was far from being one of my favorites.

All I could do was close my eyes as we crossed the field, my hands automatically closed around his arm, the weather was windy and I could feel the shivers that went through his now red skin as well as mine.

It was a few seconds if I'm really honest but it didn't feel like it to me, I've never picked up a broom other than for classes and it's been a long time since I stopped having fun in those classes.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt my feet on the ground again.

"I'll see you later then, I haven't forgotten about the bet. You better be prepared," he gave me a beautiful smile and the consequences of that is the only thing I wasn't prepared for.

5:00 p.m.

There are those moments when you have to stop and ask yourself, what the hell is happening to me? For countless reasons obviously, and it was my turn. I didn't come up with any answers that made me blind to reality, which was really frustrating because that way it would be easier for me to just ignore.

But nobody told me it was going to be easy, which is a shame because I would have someone to blame.

All this played out in my head before I received an owl from them, telling me that I could go to the Gryffindor common room to finish our bet, along with the password for the day. I was prepared after being warned by basically all their friends, all I could think of on the way there were some spells, mainly revenge because I wouldn't let it go if there really was a prank.

But what happened was quite different, the place was quieter than I imagined, although they had many people sitting and talking normally including Fred and George.

"Oh hello stranger, you have finally decided to give us the honor of your presence, I can say for everyone, we are all grateful," I had barely stepped into the room when Fred spoke up with the most sarcastic smile I have ever seen, should I be confused?

"If I get all this reception every time I come here, I will definitely come back more often. Thank you, I feel very welcome," I said with an equally big smile, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Okay smartass, it's time for your answer," he continued speaking, the same voice but now that I was close, in front of them, I noticed that there was something very wrong there.

"Why are you talking like that George?", was my only thought, they were imitating each other, the voice was extremely similar, I could never tell the difference just by that, but looking at him, it is impossible to be mistaken.

Their expression dropped on the spot and I realized that there were more people watching me and maybe they knew the plan, because everyone was a little shocked too, was it that simple?

"That's impossible, who was the snitch that told you? Whoever it was, you're going to have a tough future," Fred even stood up and didn't bother to do another voice, he spoke and I was sure I won.

"Nobody told me, I didn't need much to realize that you guys were faking it. He spent the whole conversation scratching his arm, it's been like that all day," I pointed to George who had not taken his eyes off my person so far.

At that moment they looked at each other for a few seconds and then back at me. I should be happy but I wasn't. Even if I wasn't going to admit it out loud, they just proved to me how amazing they are and I wasn't going to lose that.

"Now that I've won, I want to change my reward. It's very simple, I want to reverse the reward and the punishment. I want an extra dose of Weasleys," I had to get a certain amount of shyness out of the way to say this but it was worth it.

It was worth it because I could see a sparkle in both of their eyes that went beyond a successful prank, it was worth it because I had the best years at Hogwarts with the best friends I could ever want. It was worth it because I found the best boyfriend in the world that day. I never thought I would be so grateful for a silly bet.

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Joy Ride -.002

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: violence, blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity.

Summary:

It started with a simple question, “what do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt halfway across the world in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might hold for her, she decides to let loose the first night she was there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car?

A/n: yall im still so frickin bad at summaries😭😭😭 word. ✌🏻-squidlyskeet.

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I have no idea what I was expecting when we finally made it to where we were headed for the ‘meet’. Whatever it was though, It absolutely was not this. When we finally made it to the huge parking garage about an hour out of Tokyo it was difficult for Mirio to move his whole squad through the crowd. He pointed out that every side of the huge square space was where the designated side riders were parked. Naturally we pulled up and backed into the space next to the east wall. Mirio’s car parked in the middle and the rest of the squad parked on either side of him.

Right now I was standing next to Noel, while she patiently waited for Mirio’s attention. He was greeting his friends, or squad, as he called them while we were pulling in. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all.

There were so many people of every kind, predominantly Japanese but others as well. Men and women parked in the middle of the garage lined up with their hoods open and showing off their engines. Young girls maybe even the same age as me, wearing tiny little outfits and throwing themselves on drivers. Music low and thumping pumped into the open night air.

I did notice that not all sides were here yet, but the ones that were were just as impressive as Mirio’s squad. In fact the only squad that hasn’t shown yet was the west side, as no cars lined the walls on the other side of the building.

My mood was tense, the light atmosphere of having fun leaving me almost instantly when I got out of the car. I could Noel was picking up on it too.

“Come on, lemme introduce you to the squad.” She grabbed my arm again, dragging a circle of people standing in front of their cars.

“Hey guys! This is Y/n, she’s my niece and she just moved here from the US. She doesn’t know Japanese, so try to be easy on her okay?” Her mischievous smile playing at a self introduction as she turned to me.

“Uh- Hi,” I waved awkwardly, “I’m Y/n.”

I didn’t know what to say, and I was mentally beating myself up for being so weird. Especially now that I was getting a good look at everyone and realized that Mirio wasn’t the only walking god.

These people were obnoxiously gorgeous.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here, Hmm?” A deep raspy voice cut my focus to a tall lanky man with bright red hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. “You seem to be a little lost princess, I could show you around if you’d like.”

I instantly recoiled at the blatant insinuation, heat spreading across my neck. Another voice interjected before I had a chance to reply.

“Dabi for fucks sake, leave the kid alone. Hi Y/n,” This man was short, comically short compared to the six something beanpole standing next to him. “I’m Keigo Takami, and this asshat is Touya Todoroki, Dabi for short.” He ran his hands through his wavy blonde hair, before bowing low and rising with a wink in my direction.

The heat in my neck spread to my face, and I avoided eye contact. The wall seemed extremely interesting.

“Don’t listen to either of them Y/n, this is a tactic they use to pick up women.” A woman with powder blue hair stood off the side checking her nails with a fist on her hip. “Nejire.” Was all she said in any way of introduction.

Her nonchalant attitude put me off even further, but I was quickly distracted when I felt another presence slink up beside me.

“They don’t know how to interact correctly. Sorry about that. Amajiki. It’s nice to meet you.” He pushed his hand forward in a jerky movement, offering a handshake, eyes directed at the wall.

I placed his face as the man who was riding most of the way with us and I could feel the excitement bubble back up when I remembered how skilled he was at driving. I felt my anxious shell break before I could get it under wraps.

“Oh my god, Amajiki, you were so cool out there. I couldn’t believe how well you handled your car. When we were drifting onto the highway you were so close. I’ve never done anything like that before, and you just made it look so easy-” I didn’t notice until then how red his face was getting, and instantly felt bad. He dropped his unshook hand and backed up a few paces before turning to face the wall.

What..?

“T-t-thanks Y-y/n,” He said.

“Hey now, don’t get worked up over something like that Jiki, she thinks you're good!” Mirio yelled over to the nervous boy facing the wall. He walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, Noel’s hand latched in his other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you nervous Amaj-”

“Please, I j-just need a m-m-minute.” He stuttered before I could finish my apology.

Mirio giggled, and the sound shocked me, to watch a full grown titan giggle was wild. At least he wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

“Anyways, Y/n we’ll make this quick cause I want a drink. That crusty weirdo over there is Tenko Shimura, Shiggy for short, and his little sister Toga. Over there is Kamui, he’s a good friend even if he has the emotional maturity of a wet sock. Over there,” Mirio pointed toward the north wall, “Is the North Side Riders. A guy named Monoma leads them and honestly, they really aren’t much of a threat. On and off the pavement.

Down there, is the South Side Riders. Ten out of ten do not recommend. Just like avoid the south wall at all costs please. In case we lose you. And oh yeah, over ther- Hmm? Where are those westies? I think out of all them you’d get along with them the best. Bakug-” He started saying a name but stopped when he leaned backwards to look at the entrance of the parking deck.

The noise in the giant concrete balcony quieted to a low murmur. Music was shut off, and surprisingly people were getting out of the way. Trying to squeeze next to the walls as far as they could get. Well every wall with the exception of the west wall.

Mirios squad all migrated to the spaces in between their cars, but Mirio looked as if he refused to budge from the spot leaning against his front bumper with Noel still tucked into his side.

I looked back at his squad and then back to where my aunt stood with her boyfriend. I wanted a front row seat to whatever was about to happen too and, with as much confidence as I could muster, I walked up and stood next to Noel. I looked around nervously, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Tch. Westies. Always on some dramatic entrance bullshit.” The beanpole muttered from beside what I presumed was his car. A black hatchback, with blue flame decals.

The silence on the roof of the parking garage was deafening now, and a ripple of anticipation rolled through the crowd.

Just when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, sounds I was quickly becoming familiar with sounded off in the distance. Motors, wide open and bouncing of rev limiters causing a chatter of turbo whistles. Screeching tires, and the low thump of a deep bass blaring out of a subwoofer system.

I could make out that they’ve made it to the garage and started their accent up the spiral entrance, the sounds mixing together and sending a thrill through my body as the anticipation of seeing the display.

The sound of the music was becoming more clear and as it got closer, I was shocked to find out that again it was english, and that I knew it. Was that..?

Here comes the Boom? By Nelly?

Whatever system they were using was loud enough to compete with a concert, cause it drowned out the sounds of the cars drifting to the top of the building. I tried to guess when one of the cars would pop up over the small bump at the top but I was wrong with every timing.

I looked at Noel in confusion, but she was paying attention to the entrance intently too.

The music cut off, until-

BOOM.

The first car practically launched itself over the bump. It hit the ground front bumper first, creating a light show of sparks. When the tail end hit the ground, the driver didn’t waste any time, they hit the Ebrake and swung the rear bumper sideways before stomping on it and accelerating again. I noticed the cars color, a deep burnt orange. It was sleek, made for speed and the driver -as far as I could tell- knew exactly how to handle it. The windows in the car were down but I couldn’t get a good look at the driver while they were gliding their car through the makeshift aisles of cars.

BOOM.

The second car launched itself over the bump, this car smaller and red but just as nice. They took the first cars movements, synchronizing perfectly, and mimicking the maneuvers with accuracy. More cars came out of the bump and played follow the leader but my eyes were glued to the orange car in the front.

When the car finally rounded the corner Closest to our designated wall, they revved the engine and shot forward, gaining speed and everyone’s attention. Somehow, I feel like they did that on purpose.

Halfway through they changed tactics again, stomping on the brakes and threw the car into a full one eighty, never stopping. They accelerated backwards with their driver side window facing us speakers blaring.

For me, it was like time stopped all together as the driver finally came into view.

A spiked mess of pale blonde hair came into focus first, and broad shoulders holding up a thick muscled neck. The next glimpse I got was of his face. A chill shot through me, when I made eye contact and noticed he was staring directly back at me.

Ruby red eyes narrowed in obvious disdain, and a sneer twisting his face, he never broke the hold. It felt like he was burning holes into my head with his clearly disapproving expression. And while it was only a few seconds, it felt like I was standing there, under the scrutiny of his glare for a lifetime.

When he was finally too far away to keep the eye contact, I dropped my line of vision to the concrete under my feet. How could someone just outright glare at another person they didn’t even know? Did he hate me? No that’s probably not right. He doesn’t even know me, for all he knows I’m just another inconsequential girl here.

I argued with myself in my head, debating on whether I should just give up on this night entirely and call a taxi or wait and see if tonight gets any better. It was so fun on the way here, the laughing and the drifting lifting my mood to a height it hadn’t been at for months. I was peeved to find out that all it took to deflate my mood was one insignificant glare from a boy I didn’t know. All I wanted to do was retreat back to the safety of Mirios car, where I had fun and could breathe easily.

“Y/n you okay?” Noel broke me from the spell I was under, and placed a hand on my arm. “Hey, don’t let Bakugou bother you. He is like that with everyone.” She said as she smiled at me.

“Bakugou?” Finally lifting my gaze from the ground to let her know I appreciated her attempt at comfort.

“That’s his name, the guy in the orange car. He’s the squad leader of the Westies and he by far is the biggest dick I’ve ever met.” She answered, gently rubbing circles on my arm.

“Did something happen Y/n? I swear I’ll go drag his bulky ass out of that car right now.” Mirio popped his head into our comfort bubble and smiled. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so I just shook my head and kept my answer vague.

“Nothing that constitutes a fight, hah thanks though Mirio.” I replied, hoping to evade him getting into ‘one of his moods’ as Noel described it.

“Good good. Well if we are done standing around, I’m gonna go get a drink before the races start,” He pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time, and turned his attention to Noel. “Ten minutes to go baby, make sure you’re strapped in and ready to beat these amateurs, we’re in the first round.” He leaned down to give her a kiss, and turned to go find something to drink, looking at the cars on display on the way.

I turned to look back at Noel, that soft look on her face again as her eyes followed his retreating figure.

“You really love him don’t you?” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I felt my cheeks flush at my directness.

“I do, I want to spend the rest of my life with him,” She sighed happily before shaking her head and clearing her throat. “Anyways though, not all of the East boys are going to be racing the first round, so try to stay with them, okay? I think only Keigo and Dabi will be sitting it out. Make sure you tell me if they give you any trouble.”

“Wait, you're going to race with Mirio?” I asked, shocked.

Isn’t that dangerous?

“Well of course honey, I’m his navigator duh? Look,” She turned around to point at the passenger seat inside his car.

My eyebrows lifted in surprise to see that there on the bucket seat headrest, in fancy swirled English letters, was Noel’s name.

“What’s a navigator?” I was curious now, and I wanted to get the question out before my brain told me to shut up and that nobody cared.

Her eyes lit up when she heard my question, her hands clapped together and she grabbed me by the arm once again dragging me further into the mess of cars and people. I tried to relax my limbs, but I could only feel them tense. She was pulling me further away from our wall and further away from the comfort of Mirios car. I knew that, rationally, I had no right to feel like Mirio’s car was a comfort. I couldn’t help myself from latching onto things that brought me out of my anxious shell. It was a habit I knew was bad for me, because everything leaves eventually, but I’d still like to squeeze as much of the feeling out of anything I could.

It made me wonder if it was Mirios car specifically or if it was any car that could be handled like his. The last thing I needed was for Noel to get mad at me, thinking I was trying to make a move on her man, when in reality it was just his car. Or more accurately, the escape it could provide me.

Noel stopped me in front of a car that looked a little out of place around all these over the top machines surrounding it. I actually recognized this make and model as it was from the US. A Ford Taurus. A two thousand and one if I’m right. It was tan and had a few dents, but still looked drivable.

The trunk was open and inside it lay a few piles of different things. One pile were maps, all folded the same way with handwriting on them. The next item was a scanner of some sort, I put two and two together to realize this probably wasn’t the most legal of events, and if Japan was anything like the US then those were most likely police scanners. The third item, were stacks of boxes, all of them had an image of a plastic gun on them.

I watched as Noel took one of each.

“What the hell? A gun?” It seemed the shock value was a never ending escalation for me tonight.

“Let me start by explaining that a Navigator is exactly what it sounds like. I ride shotgun for Mirio while he races. I have the map to tell him where to go, and potentially make last second changes to our route. The police scanner is for knowing where they are before we are on top of them, and the gun. Well the gun for when you cross the finish line,” She held up the box, as if that would make it clearer as to why she needed it. “You put your driver's color in it, and the Navigator shoots it off when they cross the finish line. We won’t be able to see anything, but the spectators will be keeping track from on top of the parking deck. That’s how they tell who won.”

“That sounds like a really important job. Do you do it often?” I felt like I was finally starting to get a read on this. This was street racing.

We lingered around the Navigator car, talking quietly. I occasionally glanced at the people coming and going from the trunk, noticing mostly women but some men.

“Normally a Navigators job is really important. When they actually do their job. A lot of these girls have romanticized it to the point of competing to see who gets the coveted passenger seat of one of the better drivers. Most don’t even grab the stuff they need. They just flail around, and take credit.” She rolled her eyes, scoffing. “I don’t think some of these brats realize, the reason some of the drivers win as much as they do is because they have good Navigators.”

“I’m sure you’re great at it, I’ll be watching for you guys when it’s time to-“ My voice cut off and I jumped when I heard a loud gong.

“Ladies and scumbags, five minutes to first line up!” A voice blasted through a set of speakers, and the crowd began dispersing.

“Oh shit, that’s my cue. Gotta go get strapped in. Don’t take drinks from anyone, and don’t wander too close to the south wall. Be safe, and cheer for us!” Her voice drifted as she ran back to Mirios bright yellow car.

I felt my body tense again at being by myself, I tried to make my body move but working up the courage to walk anywhere and have people notice me kept my feet planted in place. I knew that the thought was stupid and redundant because standing here by myself while the cars needed to get out down the ramp would bring way more attention to me than anything else.

Alright deep breaths, one, two, thre-

“Hey, are you okay?” A sweet feminine voice said from behind me.

“U-uh sorry, I don’t understand Japanese.” I shot back without turning around.

A genuine laugh sounded off from behind me, and without forcing myself I felt my muscles relax at the gesture.

Before I could think too much about it, I held my breath and turned around.

“Hello, I’m Ochako Uraraka. And you look like maybe you need a bottle of water.” The tiny girl waved at me with a friendly smile.

Oh my god she’s adorable.

She couldn’t be any more than five feet tall and her angular brunette bob complimented her round baby face. Her outfit is similar to mine, with a cropped t-shirt and high rise shorts.

“Sorry, about just standing here like an idiot. I’m a little l-lost.” I decided feigning like I didn’t know where to go was better than admitting I was frozen in anxiety.

“That’s okay, who are you here with? I can help you try to find them. I know almost everyone here, and I’m sure my boyfriend wouldn’t mind me helping, we don’t race until the second round anyways.”

I debated on telling her. What if she was like some kind of bait to be kidnapped. I quickly decided against it, she seemed too sweet. Besides, she's already offered me a bottle of water, and to help me look for Mirios' squad. I knew in which general direction they were and could probably find them myself but I didn’t want to be alone.

“I’m with the East boys.” I said, hoping she’d keep the conversation going.

“Oh Mirios squad?” Her voice rose an octave with her revelation. “Oh my gosh, I’ve never seen you with them before. Are you new? Who did you come with? Please don’t tell me it was that toaster oven Touya…”

She rambled on while I tried to hold in a laugh at her quip. Toaster oven Touya? Looks like beanpole has a new name.

“No I’m with Noel and Mirio, I’m her niece.Y/n L/n. I just moved to Japan.” I replied, hoping that would cover her rapid fire questions about where I’m from.

“You’re a part of the squad? Do you want to meet mine? Sometimes we team up on jobs from the south side and it might be helpful to know we finally have another girl,” She leaned into me and whispered like someone would overhear us. “We are outnumbered by like, a lot.” She was laughing as she leaned back and turned to grab things out of the Navigator car.

I noted her comment about jobs from the south side, and filed that away too. Man, Noel list of questions is adding up quickly.

So she’s a navigator too, probably a half decent one since she was actually using the equipment provided.

When she finished she motioned for me to follow her, and like the lost puppy I was, I did exactly that. I realized we were headed in the opposite direction of my designated wall, and felt my stomach clench. Isn’t this the way that angry guy parked? I really hope she’s just making a detour and she isn’t a part of the west side.

When she didn’t stop walking though, that fantasy went directly out the window. My last option was to hope he wasn’t here or was distracted by something.

“Hey guys! This is y/n, I found her over by the Nav beater. The East side Riders have a new member, can you believe that?” She jumped into her explanation, catching the attention of a group of people leaning against their cars.

“A new member?” Said a red head with hair spiked to the gods looking up from his phone. They looked sharp, but upon further inspection not nearly as sharp as the man's teeth. He was leaning on the hood of a red and black car, and his non threatening position put me at ease a little.

He was built like a brick shithouse. Towering over everyone else in the group, and If it weren’t for his gentle voice, I’d probably be running for the hills.

“That’s Ejiirou Kirishima. Complete himbo and about as smart as a bag of hammers, but he has a heart of gold.” The man waved from his place, perched atop his car, and a heartwarming smile on his face.

“Call me Kiri.” Was all he said before he returned to his screen.

“Sweetheart why are you speaking English, you know I don’t catch on to it that easy.” A deep Japanese voice called out from under a green hatchback.

“Because Deku, y/n doesn’t speak Japanese.” Ochako said from beside me.

“What?” A tuft of fluffy green hair popped up from behind the car, standing probably a foot and a half taller than it. I jumped backwards at the height even though he was on the other side of the car.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Izuku Midoryia, but you can just call me Deku.” He said before looking at Ochako, his face squished up, and looking for approval.

She nodded at him with a sweet smile on her face.

“That’s my boyfriend, don’t take him too seriously. He just doesn’t know what’s going on most of the time.” She leaned over to tell me the second part, and then pointed behind two cars parked obnoxiously close to one another.

A laugh burst out of my mouth as my eyes followed what she was pointing at. Behind the cars, laid two lawn chairs. One huge umbrella hanging over top of them and two men sitting in each one. Both looked like they were sucking down a yellow slushie.

“That’s Denki and Shinsou. They are best friends and are doing their pre race routine of getting mildly shitfaced. Denki is a Shinsous Navigator and they claim it helps them get in the game. Uhg. You’d think they’d learn but they never do.” She paused to go to the passenger door of Deku’s hunter green hatchback and pull something out from the dash.

As she leaned down, through the windshield, I could see another example of a stitching in the headrest. But this one was in Japanese. I assumed it had something to do with Ochako but didn’t want to press and look stupid for asking questions.

When she walked to stand back next to me she handed me a water bottle and I thanked her with a small voice.

“Shoto, Jirou, and Sero are getting ready to race the first round,and they have Mina with them so they aren’t here right now or else I’d introduce them as well, and I’m not really sure where Bakug-.”

“Oi. What the hell is this.” A deep gravelly voice gritted out from behind us.

For some reason I felt like-

Oh shit.

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A/n: Keep in minds, this is U N E D I T E D. Word✌🏻 -squidlyskeet

#my hero academia #mha #this took a lot longer than i thought it would #uhgggg #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #someone love me #i love him #bnha fluff #bnha au #tokyo drift #bnha angst #mha smut

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FRIENDS FOR A DAY (2)

pair: yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2654

parts: 1 | 2

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It had been a long time since Yeonjun felt like this. Sometimes life in general had become too much to bear and the things that used to make him happy weren't working for him anymore. Times spent alone slowly became more frequent for him than times he'd spent with his friends.

He'd skipped the first day, not wanting to go back to that routine life just yet. And towards the start of the day, he would never have imagined meeting you and getting to spend the day doing things that strayed far from any of the schedules he'd previously planned. A breath of fresh air was what he liked to call it, and he had you to thank for that.

Unlike him, everything was new to you; a new city, a new school, new people, and a whole new life ahead. Yeonjun felt a little envious after realizing it when you'd talked more about yourselves during lunch, but after seeing how you seemed to enjoy every single second of your little sight seeing endeavor, he thought that maybe he could also be a part of something new in your life.

Best friends.

You had agreed to be his best friend from today onwards; the pendant around your neck serving as proof. Yeonjun finds his hand wandering over to his pocket, holding on to his old necklace.

Half of a star. He'd bought it a few years back. The necklace had a similar purpose with the one he was wearing now— meant to be worn separately by two different people. In his case, he had bought it as a whole and had decided to keep one half of it still in its case, stashed inside his closet. His reasons for purchasing it never really felt clear even to him but he also wouldn't call it an impulsive decision. Yeonjun liked to think that he'd be able to find a use for it in the future.

"Yeonjun." You call for his attention, pointing at the posters plastered on a random shop's wall. "It says that the annual carnival will be opening tonight. Wanna go?"

Yeonjun grins. Opportunities somehow kept showing up right in front of his doorstep. "Yeah, only if you want to though. Afterall, I'm only the tour guide for today."

"Shut up." You hold back a smile. "Have you been there before?"

Yeonjun repeats the question in his mind. As someone one would consider pretty popular, you'd expect him to be no stranger in hanging out at fun places like an annual carnival, but that's just it. Yeonjun had never visited that Carnival once ever since it opened. His friends had asked him to tag along but something about it just never seemed to make him want to.

"No." Yeonjun answers, scratching the back of his head. "If we end up going then this would be my first time too." The first time he'd actually wanted to go.

"I guess we're going then." You grin and Yeonjun finds himself smiling back. "It says here that the Carnival's just around the corner so it'd probably be okay if we just walked there."

"Yeah."

The two of you make your way to the Carnival. You still had a good amount of time left before it opened so a few quick stops at some stalls along the way didn't do any harm.

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In all honesty, Yeonjun didn't even know when and how he'd ended up holding your hand, laughing his heart off by the time you arrived at the entrance but it all just happened somehow. Was it the when your ice cream cone almost landed straight on his shoe earlier? Or when his hand nearly hit you square in the face when he noticed a bug flying towards you? It could've even been when a group of old ladies started hitting on him at the handbag boutique and all you did was stand there shaking, wanting to laugh your ass off.

No matter what the reason was, he liked this. Somehow, it just felt right.

The two of you pay for the tickets before heading inside. The place was larger than any of you had ever expected, cleaner too. People of all ages were enjoying their carnival experience to the fullest. Children were running around with their guardians following closely behind, couples and groups of friends chatting along and taking pictures— Yeonjun could swear he saw two old men arguing over who gets to take a picture with the mascot first.

"So, which ride do you wanna go on first?" You ask, turning to him.

"Well, how about that one." Yeonjun points at the viking and you feel yourself getting more and more excited.

"NICE—" Before Yeonjun knew it, you were dragging him around to every single ride at the carnival.

You liked to keep count of everytime Yeonjun freaked out while you went on the rides, and Yeonjun liked to do the same. Despite the thrill of being at a carnival keeping you hyped up, there were a few times when you had overestimated your tolerance with being thrown around. Yeonjun nearly puked twice: once at the twister, and a second time on the rollercoaster. Even you were almost a victim by the rollercoaster's loops.

Yeonjun had claimed he was an expert at navigating haunted house attractions, stating, "I've been watching horror movies all my life. Nothing scares me at this point, tbh." True enough, nothing scared Yeonjun except every single ominous decoration and jump scares the haunted house threw at him. You weren't too fond of horror yourself, but you ended up trying to be the brave one after Yeonjun basically clung to you half of the time. It didn't help whenever you freaked out since you ended up losing Yeonjun after he not so subtly abandons you at the slightest suspicious sound. It was a miracle you made it out in one piece.

"Yeah, so, uh, sorry about that." Yeonjun laughs it off the moment you two got out.

"Sure but you should know that I'm never gonna let you live it down." You tell him, smiling widely as you hold up the photos you received from one of the staff. "I got evidence."

Yeonjun snatches the photos from your hands. "Bold of you to assume these'll affect me— oh." It definitely did.

You watch as he slips the photos inside his jacket as if it wasn't obvious enough that he was trying to hide it from you. "Nice try but," You take out another batch of photos and wave it around. "Boom. Two copies."

"Wow, okay."

The two of you ended up laughing at each other before you suggest in trying out the stalls. They say time flies by fast when you're having fun and they couldn't be more right. There had been an unspoken competition between you and Yeonjun of who can win the most prizes and let's just say you weren't about to let yourself lose. By the time you got tired, you had a total of three plushies and a bunch of candy bars stuffed in your pockets and well, Yeonjun had the exact amount of prizes you had.

"Fine. It's a draw for now but only because I'm tired." Yeonjun holds the plushies tighter. "We should really get a bag for this. I wonder if we can get a huge plastic bag somewhere."

"Nah, we can just put em in here." You take off your back pack, opening it wide. "I'm sure it can fit all six of them. They're small enough." You were lucky that they did, finally leaving your hands free.

"Wait." Yeonjun pauses after putting the last of his plushies inside. "How can I be sure you won't just take my plushies for yourself after we leave? I'm pretty easy to distract so—"

"If you forget to get them back then I'll just hand them to you tomorrow at school. You go to HSU too, right?" You tell him.

"Yeah, but how will you contact me?"

"Obviously, we exchange numbers."

Yeonjun blinks. Of course that'd be the simplest solution but still. He'd been talking about staying as friends even after all this but the thought of exchanging numbers hadn't really crossed his mind. He takes out his phone and the two of you quickly added each other as contacts, somehow feeling a bit closer after the exchange.

"While we're at it—" Yeonjun pulls you in closer as he bends down. Only now that you've felt Yeonjun's warmth close to you have you noticed how cold it actually was outside . It takes you a few seconds to register that he wants to take a few selfies.

You bust out a smile and tried to go along with whatever weird faces and poses he did. "Send them to me later." You say after examining the photos. There's one where Yeonjun mimicked a kissing motion near your cheek, making you smile. Who would've expected you two were total strangers up until a few hours ago.

"Got room for one last ride?" Yeonjun asks as you return his phone.

"Yeah, sure. Which one?"

"Don't ask as if you don't know. I'm pretty sure you left this one out on purpose."

Perhaps unconsciously, you did. In every single movie that involved the two characters going to a carnival, for some reason, they always left the Ferris Wheel for last. It's not like you wanted something grand to happen when you ride it, but more like you just wanted to get a good view of the entire carnival before leaving. It seemed like the perfect final attraction.

Yeonjun notices how you've gone quiet and decided to hold your hand, pulling you along. "Let's go before the place closes."

"Okay." You look up at him, nodding.

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The Ferris Wheel ride wasn't all you had expected it to be. It looked pretty slow in the movies but right now? You were about to puke.

"Yeonjun, wait." You hold on to Yeonjun who was sitting opposite to you.

The Ferris Wheel was going too fast to your liking and you started feeling dizzy. Getting a good view of the carnival seemed impossible at this point and looking at your partner made you even more miserable.

Yeonjun was having the time of his life. He loved the feeling in his stomach whenever the ride went down, and the fact that you were lowkey suffering right in front of him made him laugh even harder.

The speed went on for a few more rounds until it finally slows down. Your heart and probably everything else stilled once the ride came to a complete stop just as your car reached the top. "Thank God. I felt like I was going to die."

"Well, you're safe for now." Yeonjun grins, leaning back in his heat. "You wanted to enjoy the view, right? We'll be stuck here for probably about a minute or two so enjoy it while it lasts."

"Yeah." You smile back, looking outside the window.

The winds were colder up there, reminding you of how warm it felt when you stood close to Yeonjun earlier. Yeonjun catches you warming yourself up with your hands and chuckles. He takes off his jacket and hands it over to you. "Here, put this on."

"Thanks." You quickly put his jacket on. Usually you'd go for the polite route and turn him down but if you were going to continue this friendship business then you weren't about to suffer in the cold when the dude's practically handing you a solution.

Yeonjun gives you a little smile before you continue to admire the view. Down there, the lights almost looked like a sea of stars. The music around the place didn't really help set the mood but somehow, the mixture of it along with the laughter and delightful screams of the other visitors made it feel right. After everything that happened today, you felt like it was the right decision to end the day with this breathtaking sight.

And Yeonjun couldn't agree more. The lights below reflected in your eyes in a way that made the atmosphere lighter. He could tell you were happy and right now, that seemed to be enough for him.

The Ferris Wheel began moving. Yeonjun snickers as he felt you grab for his hand, worried that the ride might throw you off once more, but it didn't. The way down was slow, allowing you to enjoy the ride in peace. Your pendant started to shine, reflecting the lights. It reminded him of everything that happened, from the moment you two met and agreed on a friendship that would last for only a day, up until now where he held your hand on the Ferris Wheel after deciding to be friends for real this time. The pendant became the sole proof of that friendship and Yeonjun couldn't help but wonder if the ones he bought a few years back would truly be of any use in the future. But what would it symbolize for? Who knows, he might just give you the other half.

Your car comes to a stop and the doors open. The realization that the day has officially come to an end left you feeling disappointed. Yeonjun squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. He gestures for the two of you to get up and you do, finally stepping back on the ground.

Both you and Yeonjun felt that the way back to the entrance was too fast. It really did seem like the two of you wouldn't see each other again despite the fact you went to the same university. The thought felt silly but that's just how the carnival experience gets to you.

"I guess this is it." Yeonjun speaks up first. "You live pretty far from here, right? I can take you home if you want."

"It's okay. My cousin lives nearby and I texted her earlier that I'd be staying over." You tell him, not wanting him to worry. "How about you? Will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, definitely." Yeonjun reassures, holding up his hands. "Oh, and by the way. Is it okay if I leave the plushies on your bag for now? I can't exactly carry them on the way back. If it's ok with you."

"Don't worry. You can just take them back tomorrow." You grin and Yeonjun smiles back. "Also, I'm keeping your jacket for now. I'll return it after I clean it up."

"I can work with that." He shouldn't feel this happy but he did. In a way, he was able to find an excuse to meet up with you tomorrow without things getting awkward. Maybe this friendship could work out afterall.

"Thanks for today. Honestly, this was the most fun I've had ever since I got here." You say, taking one last look at him.

I should be the one to thank you. "You know, I have a lot of things I wanna say to you right now but I think I'm gonna wait until I feel like it."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll text you later." Yeonjun gives you a quick pat on the shoulder before running off to the opposite direction. "See you at school! And don't forget to bring the kids!"

You raise a brow. Did he just refer to the plushies as his kids?

He felt dumb, running away from you. The longer he stayed, the more he had trouble leaving, which was new for him. It's been a while since he actually found someone he'd like to hang out with and he was having trouble controlling his excitement. Soon, you'd be able to visit each other's houses, hang out more freely, talk about your days as if it were nothing, and get to know each other more. Honestly speaking, Yeonjun couldn't wait for that day to come but I guess he'll just have to start with tomorrow.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun imagine #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun

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bakugouscentedcaramel · 5 years

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Sly Foxes and Sassy Kitties

NXNSMSM YAS BISH YAAAASSS I was debating on my OC having a Kistune quirk so this'll be good hopefully

Midoriya

Starts asking about everything and anything about your fox quirk

Even some personal questions like what kind of soap you use

Once you two hit it off expect him to be all over you

He loves everything about you, and god does he live for your tail

Entranced by it's fluffiness and the way it sways

Flustered boi if you point it out to him

"N-NO ITS NOT LIKE THAT Y/N!!! I just noticed that you slightly wag when you're happy" he shoots you a soft smile and a gentle chuckle

Great now you're flustered

Brush your tail against him and he combusts right then and there

Everytime you two snuggle he's petting you until he drifts off to sleep

Dies from how cute you are when you're confused bc your ears twitch

Catch him extra flustered and he might squeak out a "Vixen"

Bakugou

"Tch another animal quirk? Really?"

He's skeptical of your fox quirk until he notices the perks

Heightened hearing and smell, agility, ears, tail, and.. sharp canines? Oh no

Once you two hit it off he's a teasing boyfriend

"Oi get your fuckin fur out of the drain before I get the hounds" he says with a shit-eating smirk

He loves to see you get flustered bc your tail turns into a duster

Lives to see you get frustrated too

He might have a thing for your sharp teeth and short fuses

During softer moments is when he can really take it all in

His pets are weighted but still gentle, paying attention to behind your ears which he knows puts you in bliss bc of your wagging tail

Grabs your tail to not only be a dick but also to get you riled up

He knows you got good hearing and boy does he put that to good use

"You might be a fox but I'm your wolf baby" he growled under his breath sending you into cardiac arrest

Todoroki

He doesn't understand what the hype was about

So what you had a cat quirk

That was until you two started dating

He loves the catlike aura you give off

Sleepy, laid back, cunning

But what really reels him in is your eyes

The way your pupils dilate when you're excited, the way they sharpen when you focus on things, the way they expand when you're flustered

Strong contributor of head pats and pets

Secretly down for all of your catnaps he just might need some coaxing

Will rub circles on your skin and play with your tail mindlessly when you cuddle

Lives to hear you purr softly

You're his ultimate stress relief

Calls you "Kitty" in private because he knows how flustered you get

Dabi

"A cat quirk, huh" he flashes you a shit-eating grin, "does that mean you've got nine lives?"

He never thought having a Cat quirk would be so useful and annoying at the same time

Once you hit it off then things get serious

"Get the hell off my coat Y/n" "But it's so warm and it smells like you!" "Don't make me buy you a litter box"

Cat jokes daily

One time he picks you up and you slip through his hands like a real cat and he just sits on the couch and stares at you in shock

Plays with your ears when you two are cuddling

"Stop purring, dollface" aka I love you

Is low-key weak for your cat eyes

Tugs on your tail when he's needy

When he's mad at you he just gives you a bowl of cat food and gets offended when you don't eat it

He eventually gets you a black collar choker with a teal bell on it

Claims it's so "I can hear you when you try to sneak up on me"

The real reason is because he's a sinful man

Hawks

He was indifferent of it at first

Until you started dating

Now you'll never let him have a break

Ever since you sent him the infamous text

"The Fox is in the Hen House"- Y/n

Cue his flustered ass rushing over to his place to see you giggling at his expense

"What's my little Birdy doing today" boom he's dead

He finds the way you look at him hot but also intimidating, the sense of a predator eyeing him like he was dinner

He's in a constant state of "oh shit" when he sees that glint in your eyes

When you're not teasing him or giving him raging boners he loves everything about you

His favorite thing is to run his hand through your tail when you walk by

There are times where he gets you flustered and he gets so cocky about it

"What's wrong Foxy? Are you blushing because of a little bird?"

It becomes a game to see who can be more flustered

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #dabi x reader #hawks x reader

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mrynncake · 4 years

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Khun Aguero Agnis X Reader

P A R T - O N E - O F - T H R E E

Today was just another day at school. The (h/c) haired girl's school is one of the most prestigious school in the world, it was named "Tower of God Academy," a school for the elites. It may be the most prestigious school but the students there are mostly dumb, they only got through it because of their money.

The school have two different methods on accepting students, the first one is that if a student fails the entrance exam, they have a second chance. Their second chance is to pay large amounts of money to make the school accept them, the money that is needed is almost hundred thousands of dollars.

The second method it to just study hard for the entrance exam that only one percent all over the world pass. That is how (Name) got accepted, she work real hard for this for she didn't want to burden her relatives that took her in after her own parents died.

The (h/c) haired female walked in the long hallway to her locker. She opened her locker immediately as soon as she got there, she didn't want to waste time. She took out her books that she needed to study, in fact, she needed to the at the top of the class to get a scholarship.

Just as soon as she took out her books, a hand slammed against her locker making it closed. This made the people present in the large hallway look at the two and then got back to their own business after a few minutes.

"Hey, (Name)!" (Name) didn't even want to look at this girl who she calls a relative. Apparently, Tatia have a grudge against the her. Tatia has a soft brown hair and a face that was caked in make-up. Tatia extended her hand to (Name) as if expecting for something to be given to her.

"What is it?" (Name) asked, she was unsure of what her relative wanted.

"Ugh! The homework I asked you to do??" The brown haired female said and at the same time rolling her eyes. Tatia's friends weren't with her today, how unusual.

"Oh, I--" The (e/c) eyed female was unable to finish her sentence due to the loud screams of girls. Tatia went out of her sight as soon as she saw the famous light blue haired male, however, it was different for (Name), she wasn't interested in that famous blue haired boy at all. In fact, she didn't even know his name despite him being famous and all.

"(NAME)!!" A loud voice boomed in the hallways overcoming the squeals of different girls. The one who called her was none other than the brown haired Jahad Princess.

"Hey, Endorssi." (Name) smiled softly at Endorssi, she was a true friend that cared for her. At first, (Name) thought that the famous Endorssi befriended her because (Name) was smart as hell, people around her often calls her a nerd. Soon then, the girl realised that Endorssi was a true friend that helps her in times of need.

Endorssi grinned back before leaning in and whispers to the girl in front of her. "Is she bothering you or not?" The brunette whispered pertaining to (Name)'s relative, Tatia.

"Nope." The (h/c) haired female replied, popping the letter 'p'. She didn't want Endorssi to cause a scene of her attacking Tatia. The two conversed until someone yelled Endorssi's name.

"Oi, Endorssi!" Right, (Name) almost forgot that Endorssi have many popular friends, she was probably the only unpopular friend that Endorssi have.

The one who called the Jahad Princess was a certain sky blue haired male, he didn't even bother looking at (Name) since Khun thought she was also a fangirl asking for his attention.

"Hey, wait for me!" Endorssi yelled as she ran to the direction of where Khun and her friends walked in. The brunette turned around when she caught up with the group, she yelled her goodbye to her (h/c) haired friend.

"Bye, (Name)!!"

"Goodbye.." (Name) meekly muttered as she waved her hand at the energetic Endorssi. Without Endorssi, she was a loner. She didn't have real friends since all of her classmates seemed to dislike her for she's not rich. Disappointing right? A prestigious school like this and yet the students don't act like elites.

The (e/c) eyed female walked to her classroom early just to study more. All she has to do is study to gain scholarship and work 'till she dies.

Fortunately, she's the first one to arrive in her classroom, it was quiet. There was no one bothering her about homeworks. She sat on her seat near the window and then opened her Science book. These days, their Science teacher was asking questions that wasn't even discussed yet, (Name) took this chance to gain recitation points.

Minutes passed by quickly, the bell rang and the students rushed to their perspective classrooms. The quiet and peaceful room that (Name) was in earlier was now filled with chatters and laughs.

A female teacher came in with two students following behind her back. "Good morning! Today we have two transfer student that will be joing us for the rest of the year!"

As soon as the girl's saw who was the transfer student, all of them except (Name) squealed in their seats. She didn't bother to look at the transfer student, she only looked at her book oh-- and also Endorssi.

"Introduce yourselves." The teacher ordered with a smile. The sky blue haired male sighed, it was obvious that everyone here already know his name.

"I'm Khun Aguero Agnis."

"Hello! I'm The 25th Bam. Please take care of me!" Said the dark brown haired male, he looked cheerful and approachable unlike the other male beside him.

"Great! Now seat in the back beside (Last Name). (Name)? Please raise your hand." With that the (h/c) haired female raised her left hand while her other hand was holding the book she was reading.

'Why did I have to be near the available seats. This is gonna be bothersome.' The girl thought as she felt stares on her form.

"Hello." As soon as the golden eyed male sat down, he waved at the girl beside him. (Name) didn't reply, it was almost as if she didn't hear him.

"Oi, he's talking to you." The (h/c) haired female stopped reading for a second to glanced at the famous Khun and then turned back to her book again. (Name) didn't want to get involved with kids like this guy.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the book that (Name) was reading, preventing her form gaining more information.

Just like I said, how bothersome.

https://mrynncake.tumblr.com/post/622612643896770560/p-a-r-t-t-w-o-o-f-t-h-r-e-e

https://mrynncake.tumblr.com/post/622612751793242112/p-a-r-t-t-h-r-e-e-o-f-t-h-r-e-e

#kami no tou khun #x reader #khun x reader #tower of god #khun aguero agnis #webtoon #anime #anime / manga

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nicolewoo · 5 years

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I’ve been Dreaming about you

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i X Reader

Warnings: None

Fluff Fluff Fluff

It was a silly radio call in contest.... Win tickets to Smackdown live plus backstage passes. I grabbed my friend, Laura, to go with me.

We were escorted back stage before the show started, and got to see the set up. Our tour guide, Danny, led us through the arena's backstage area showing us everything from catering to dressing rooms to the gorilla. It was definitely worth going early for the full tour. We learned about how medical set up, how the wardrobe department worked, even a little about the broadcasting. I was eating it all up.

Laura was a little less enthusiastic. In truth, she was only interested in the talent.... particularly Braun Stroman. So when she wasn't paying attention to the tour and noticed an open door, she peeked her head in. I went to pull her back to the tour when my eyes locked with Roman Reign's eyes. He was in the room seated on a table in the back of the room surrounded by other talent. Of course, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins were next to him. It was a mere second before the door closed behind us, but it was enough to.... connect? Was that the right word?

Oh please! I was being crazy. Roman can have any girl he wants. I'm sure he was just surprised at seeing a new face backstage or bored of whatever meeting he was in. Either way, I knew that was going to be the best moment of the night. I focused back on the tour guide and enjoyed the rest of our tour.

Then we took our seats ringside. I'd had good seats before, (4th row, 7th row) but I'd never been in the front row before, and we were seated just at the corner of the ramp and the ring. We had the perfect view of everything. Some of the talent even slapped my hand as they made their way down the ramp.

Nia Jax beat Ember Moon in a killer match. Laura nearly squealed when Braun Stroman came out, and I practically had to wipe her mouth as she drooled over his every move. As he slammed Baron Corbin into the mat, I swear I heard her growl in desire. He wasn't my first choice, but if she liked him, that's fine by me.

There was one more match.... The Shield vs Jinder Mahal, Bobby Lashley and Dolf Ziggler. This was going to be one hell of a match, and as the music began and the “heels” started their way to the ring, the crowd got louder. It was infectious. I was getting more excited, as the crowd got hyped.

When The Shield's music hit, the crowd began looking for where they were entering through the crowd. Normally, they were across from the cameras at the top of the first tier of seats. The whole crowd looked there, and then looked around. They were nowhere to be found. As the crowd found them, they turned toward us. I looked behind me to find the Shield headed straight for us. Their normal “security” followed behind with our tour guide, Danny who looked very out of place.

As soon as Roman found me, he locked eyes with me. All three of the Shield members looked upset, but I saw one corner of Roman's mouth quirk up when he saw me. “Is he smiling at you?” Laura asked me. I couldn't answer. I was completely stunned by his eyes. Roman only looked away from me to watch where he was walking. I watched as they jumped the barricade next to us and as Roman stared at me from the ring. “Why are they all looking at you?” Laura asked again.

I tore my eyes away from Roman for a moment to see that she was right, Dean and Seth were looking at me too, although they looked unhappy to see me. “Girl, what the hell is going on?”

I was getting ready to tell her I didn't know when a hand tapped my shoulder, “Y/N,” I turned to find Danny, the tour guide. He handed me a note. I opened it and scanned it quickly.

Please stay after the show. Danny will come get you. I need to talk to you, Roman Reigns.

“What the fuck?” Laura said eyeing the note over my shoulder.

She looked from me to Danny who simply shrugged. “I was just told to give her the note and come get her after the show. He didn't explain it to me, and I've never seen anything like this. Not from Roman” He said. “I'll come back for you after this match.” He said as he walked away.

I looked up to the ring. The Shield was hamming it up.... drinking in the adoration of the crowd, but before taking his corner with his brothers, Roman looked at me again. He mouthed PLEASE to me, and I nodded yes. The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk again.

The match seemed to go on forever. The fans cheered as the talent put on a great show, and everyone was completely wrapped up in the show.... except me. I was so confused. I was pretty sure Roman looked at me a few more times before he got tagged in. Once he entered the ring though, he was completely focused on what he was doing, which is good. I don't want to see anyone get hurt. Honestly, I didn't want Roman to get hurt.

I watched as he speared, super man punched and dominated the rest of the match, finally pinning Dolf. As the Shield exited up the ramp, Roman was sure to come to me and hold my hand for a split second before exiting.

It was time. Danny would be by to take us backstairs soon. The wait was frustrating. We watched as the arena emptied out almost all the way. Laura talked about the show and how great it was, but she could tell I was..... what was I? Confused? Shocked? Scared? She could tell I was off... that my mind was backstage already. She tried to distract me, but it didn't work.

I was just about to give up on Danny when I saw him come down the ramp. “I'm sorry I took so long.” He said as he moved the barricade so we could come through. Distracted or not, I was still fan-girling about walking up the ramp, about being backstage, about the whole day. Instead of walking in to the gorilla, Danny took us to a side entrance. We ended up back in the room where I'd first seen Roman.

We were reviewing the pictures Laura had taken of the show when I heard a voice behind me, “Ladies?” I turned to see Seth and Dean. They didn't look mad anymore, but they didn't look happy either. They looked.... leery. “What are you doing here?” Seth asked.

Was I in the wrong place? “I... uh.... Danny brought us here.” I said meekly.

“No. What are you doing at the show tonight? How did you get a tour backstage?” Dean asked rather rudely.

The tone of voice made Laura bristle, and I saw a protective vibe come over her, “She won tickets from a radio station.” She said it as she took a step in front of me like a mama bear protecting her cub.

I stepped in front of her then, “Mr. Rollins, Mr. Ambrose is everything ok?” I asked as nicely as I could.

“Actually,” Seth started, “I'm Colby Lopez. This is Johnathan Good. Mr. Anao'i, that's Roman's name, will be out soon. He is still showering. What’s your name?” Seth sounded much calmer now. “I'm sorry if we sounded like jerks. We're just looking out for our brother.”

I'm sure my confusion showed on my face. “I’m Y/N. What are you talking about?”

“Doll,” It was Dean/Johnathan this time, “Ya gotta understand. Our brother is special. We want to make sure you're not some sort of gold digger.” I waited for him to start laughing, because this was obviously a joke.

“Gold digger?” Mama Bear Laura said, stepping between me and the two men. “All this woman has done is come take a tour and see a show. She won those tickets fair and square.” Her voice got louder the more she talked.

I placed a hand on her elbow, “Calm down, Laura. Let's find out what's happening before we go on the attack. I looked to the other men as I drew Laura back to stand beside me. “Mr. Lopez, Mr. Good, We aren't hiding anything. We don't have some secret agenda. We won tickets, we came, then Danny brought us back here. That's all.”

“Is it?” Seth said turning a chair and straddling it so he was sitting backwards on it, but facing me. He crossed his arms over the back.

“Back down, Colby!” Roman's voice boomed from the door behind me. “Sorry, they're a little over-protective.” He said calmly to me. I turned to find him freshly showered in slacks and a button down shirt, hair up in a bun. Our eyes locked on each other's again. “Hi,” he reached to shake my hand, “I'm Joe.”

He towered over me, but instead of finding it scary, I felt safe in front of him. “I'm Y/N.”I answered.

Joe's voice got softer as he talked to me. “I don't have a lot of time here. We are headed to Kansas City tonight, but I had to talk to you.” Logically, I figured that Joe was trying to get a booty call, but looking into his eyes, I saw something else. Something I couldn't decipher. “These guys have agreed to wait ½ hour to leave so we can talk.” He gestured to Dean and Seth. “Can we... uh... can we talk alone?” He asked tentatively.

“No.” Laura said. I chuckled at that.

“At ease, soldier.” I laughed to her.

“I'm not leaving you alone with him.” She demanded.

I looked to Joe who grinned slightly. “Laura, can you and the guys go out into the hall? We'll keep the door open, mom.” I teased her.

Dean chuckled with me and Seth gathered he and Laura up. “Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.” Seth offered to Laura.

Once they were all gone, I felt a sense of relief. No more evil looks from The Shield brothers and no more over-protective Laura.

Joe motioned to a chair, “Have a seat.” Part of me was on high alert... wondering what the hell was going on, but when I looked at Joe, I calmed down. Something about him just seemed so comforting. We both sat down at a little table. “I...... uh....” He stopped talking. He just chuckled to himself as he looked down to the floor. “Sorry.” He looked back up and I saw a blush starting to form on his cheeks. “I.... I don't know how to say this. It sounds crazy, even in my head.” He struggled to find the words. “I've been” he paused “dreaming about you for months.”

I was stunned. Truly stunned. “What?” I asked.

“I don't know how else to say it. I've been dreaming about you for months.... actually.... for over a year.” He said again. He stood up and started pacing for a second, but then sat back down and looked at me. “For a year now, I've dreamed about you..... your hair, your voice. Three or four times a week.”

Surely this was a pick up line. It had probably worked dozens of times on other women, but not with me. And yet, as I looked at him, all I saw was him being vulnerable. “Are you serious?” I asked.

“I am.” He looked down and shook his head in disbelief. “I've been dreaming about you for over a year. I never thought you were a real person, until I saw you tonight. I don't know what to do now that I found you, but I do know I want to get to know you.”

Ok. I resigned myself to the fact that he was trying to hook up. This had to be an act. I opened my mouth to talk, but couldn't figure out what to say.

“Like I said, the guys have given me a half hour to figure this out. So, first, can I have your phone number?” He smiled up as he handed me his phone. Still stunned, I grabbed his phone and typed in my number. “Say something, please.” Joe pleaded.

“I... I don't know what to say.” I admitted which made him smile warmly and something about the smile made me melt a bit inside. “Is this..... are you trying to hook up with me?” I hadn't meant to say that out loud, but there it was.

Joe laughed harder. “No.... Listen, I'm not kidding. I've honestly been dreaming about you. Now that I found you, I don't know what to do, but I know that I can't let you go until we figure this out. I'm not looking for a hook up.”

His smile was infectious. “Good.” I smiled back at him.

He reached out and took my hand between his, “I know this sounds insane. Trust me, I feel insane saying it out loud. Seth and Dean are really concerned about me. They've been hearing me talk about you... well... the dreams about you, and then I just see you. It's.... I don't know. It's something.”

“It's something alright.” I had to admit, I loved the feel of his big hands holding mine.

He chuckled again. “Lets start with this. Do you live here in St. Louis?” he asked.

“Actually, I live across the river in Illinois. It's about a 20 minute drive here.”

He looked surprised and pleased. “Can I come visit you on Tuesday?” he asked suddenly.

I was stunned yet again, “What?”

“I have Tuesday and Wednesday off. Can I come see you? I'd like to take you out on a date. Maybe take you out to dinner?” he rubbed a thumb over my knuckles. “I'll stay at a hotel. I'll be happy to get you a room if you don't want to drive back and forth or not. It's up to you.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “We just met.”

“He's serious,” I heard Seth say. “We've been hearing about you forever.” I looked to find Seth, Laura and Dean coming back in the room. “He's got it bad for you.”

The comment made Joe blush again and he looked down at the floor before taking a breath. “He's right. I don't know how or why, but I know.......I don't know..... I just need to get to know you.” He smiled so warmly at me with a look of slight embarrassment. It made me melt a little more.

“They've been telling me all about his dreams.” Laura said as she handed me a bottle of water. “He's telling the truth.” She reassured me.

I thought for a second before I tried to answer, “Well,” I looked into his eyes “Yes. Yes we can go out to dinner on Tuesday.”

That made Joe smile even more. “All right! Ok, we've got a bit more time. Tell me everything about yourself.”

I laughed a bit, “My whole life in what... 15 minutes?”

He laughed with me. “How about just some things...... What do you do for work? What do you do for fun? Are you wrestling fan?”

“Oh yeah she is,” Dean interrupted, “I saw her following the match closely. She even winced when you took the kick to the chest from Dolf and landed wrong. She knows wrestling.” He was incapable of standing still... instead he paced back and forth. “She knows.”

I smiled and nodded at Joe. “Yes. I follow wrestling. I have for a few years.” I answered. I work for a marketing firm, and I love to paint.”

“Painting... like art?” Joe asked. I nodded yes.

“What do you do for a living?” I joked.

Joe just laughed. He looked up to Seth, “How does Finn say it?” He looked back to me, “I wrestle grown men in my underwear.”

We all laughed at that, which seemed to calm our friends who were now hovering over us. I felt like we had chaperones. Laura and Seth took a seat at a table on the other side of the room, and Dean paced between the two tables anxiously.

Joe and I settled into a conversation. We talked about our lives and our beliefs, and time flew by.

“Joe.” Seth called from across the room. “5 minutes.” He warned, which shocked both of us.

“Ok, Like I said, these guys want to get to Kansas City.” He stood up, taking my hand in his again and leading me to stand. He turned so he was between our friends and us, and his broad frame almost completely blocked them out. “I can't believe you're real.”

“I'm real. I promise.”

“Can I text you later tonight?” He asked shyly.

“Yes.” I shook my head at him. He stared into my eyes for a second before bending down to give me a chaste kiss on the lips which brought a big smile to my face.

“Thank you,” He said. “We'll make plans for Tuesday over the phone, ok?” I nodded in agreement.

“Come on, loverboy!” Seth's words broke us up. “You can talk to her on the phone.”

Joe pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead and said goodbye.

Laura and I were left in the room..... both confused a bit.... me a little weak in the knees.

“What the fuck?” She asked.

“I don't know.” I answered her.

We started walking out to our car, “Do you believe this whole dreaming of you thing?” She asked.

I thought for a minute before I answered. “I think I do.” I answered.

#roman reigns joe anao'i wwe

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iguanasarecute · 5 years

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(2) THE NEW STUDENT OF CLASS 1-A:

🔸Damnly falling inlove with Katsuki Bakugo (BNHA)

ORIGINS 1. CLICK HERE.

Origins 2: This Damned beautiful newbie

summary: A new student was with Bakugo the whole day while he was on house-arrest. Giving them a moment to talk the whole day without the class being around. When everyone finished the class, they caught the new-student and Bakugo in a strange position which gave everyone a bewildering expression.

[start]

Bakugou slouched on the couch, his adviser's venomous words lingering on his goddamn mind. What could possibly bring him down? He peered at the female that's a fucking candidate of future's Top 1 hero; the damsel who might liberate his fucking rank. Can she be possibly be doing any shenanigans that might ameliorate her quirk right now? He gawked at the female... who was eating macaroni and cheese.

"Dude with the messy hair," the soft voice of her called, eyes still darted on her ambrosial meal.

The ash-blond raised his brows, "What the fuck? Me?"

"Uhh, who else would I be talking too?" Her eyes gazed at him, "I don't talk to myself, unlike you who's mumbling to yourself the whole time,"

"I'm not fucking talking to myself!" He growled while a blush crept on his cheeks.

She scoffed, "Yeah. Sure," she rolled her eyes, tilting her head, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You're fucking talking to me," Bakugou growled, turning his back while his arms crossed on his muscular chest.

She cackled, "No, no, before that. You were glimpsing at me," she munched on the last spoon of her cheesed pasta, hopping on the couch beside the feral boy, "Why are you here Bakugou?"

He scowled at her nosy attitude; she even already learnt his fucking name, and has the audacity to mock him with 'names', "Shut up dumbass," He ogled at her. Bakugou did admit that she's sorta, kinda, has a charismatic appearance.

Her head leaned closer to her, "Ooooooh, I'm guessing you're here because of loser duties?" (Y/N) smirked.

His eyes rolled, "I'm not a fucking loser!"

Her smirk grew wider, "Oh really, really, really?"

"I'm fucking top of the class!" His husky voice growled.

"Ohhh I feel so threatened," her voice sarcastically muttered.

"I'm on fuckung housearrest because I fucking blasted the hallway when dipshit's were taking a fucking long time to walk!" Bakugou scowled.

She blinked at his jaw clenching, "Geez, can you like don't cuss every minute?"

"GAGHHHH!" He roared, earning a giggle from Aiya, "Fuck you,"

The damsel patted his Ash-blonde hair, "So you do really have anger phases like everybody said,"

"It's not a fucking phase!" The feral guy growled. He usually blows off any obnoxious conversations; but he's frankly ecstatic about their exchange of insults.

"Hey so what do you do here? All aloneeee," she playfully gagged.

Bakugou rolled his eyes with her pesky talkativeness, "I killed germs,"

"You haven't thought about the germs' families? What a horror," her face etched on a bombshell expression.

"HAHHH?!" He grabbed a pillow ready to smack her face.

Aiya shielded with her arms, "Chill Bakugou," she rolled her eyes, "You know I haven't really organized my rooom yet," the new girl beamed at the scowling male.

"The fuck are you implying?"

Her face twinkled, "Why don't you come and give me a hand,"

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "I'd rather keep my hands to blast you off,"

(Y/N) groaned as she hopped out the couch, making her way to the stairs, "Come on now Bakugou!"

"Tch," The Ash-blonde growled.

"Don't make me force you," Aiya's eyes rolled.

His eyes squinted at the eccentric behaviour, "As if you fucking can!" He roared; moments later, the muscled body of his glowed yellow, "What the fu—"

Bakugou floated, gleaming yellow, while he was placed beside the young lady. Aiya smirked, "Told you don't force me,"

The ash-blonde coughed, "So you control things?"

She nervously laughed, "Uhh, I don't know, yes?" Her hands blasted the wall, revealing a portal... to her dorm room. The ash-blonde raised an eyebrow at her, "I'm really lazy to get up, you know," she grinned, as the two of them entered the generated portal.

The arrangement of her room consisted of them standing on the door; while the young lady mumbled about random stuff with her controlling everything with her mind as the floating furnitures slumped on its allotted whereabouts. Bakugou snarled at every single thing she blurted about; low-key lending his ears with all the shit she's grabbling.

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The ash-blonde abruptly gave his brimful attention to her. Their afternoon was filled with Aiya talking about her piquant entity. Though Bakugou doesn't seem paying attention; an indicator that he is fully lending his ears, is when he keeps his feral mouth shut.

"Yeah, actually we are really close friends. The break-up had me crying for weeks; but it was a mutual decision," she glared at the Ash-blonde who gazed back at her while they were slumped on her bed with them on both opposite sides.

He raised an eyebrow, "What's the dipshit's name again?"

"Yo Shindo, a second year," the damsel grinned, "Dark brown hair; Has the same body frame as you, kinda,"

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "Don't know him. I don't go around memorizing people's hair colors,"

"I think you fought with him during Provisional License Exam," she yawned, "With the green costume and Vibration Quirk,"

The Ash-blonde growled, "Probably a fucking dumbass that didn't caught my attention," he coughed, "Aren't you on Provisional License Exam?"

The young teenager shook her head, "Got mine earlier. Weren't really that much involved on my class because I was always trained individually, they said I was too much ahead of my own class; I might just bring their confidence down,"

"That's shit," he shrugged.

Aiya nodded, "I was just mostly the face of the class; as I'm well-known in the entire school," she giggled, "I was beyond pleased when we moved around here. Then they transferred me here," her face lit up, "I mean come-on! U.A.! The prestigious academy,"

*** Height Alliance's front door unbolted, "Aiya? Bakugou?" Iida's voice boomed as they entranced.

"(Y/N)-chan?" Yaoyorozu yelled, as the familiar faces roamed their eyes in-search for them on the common room. On the other hand, the two teenagers weren't aware that their fellow classmates were home from class. ***

Bakugou nodded, "I still don't have a fucking clue about your quirk. Telekinesis and making portals?" He scoffed, gawking at the female.

"There's more than that, and you'll soon find out," a grin stamped on her face, while (Y/N)'s eyes leered on a tiny black hole on the ceiling. Her feet stepped on the ladder to repair the obnoxious thing on it.

*** Midoriya mumbled, "Maybe they're in their room?"

"Aizawa-sensei announced that her room's beside me. Let's check her out!" The pink female, Ashido speaked.

Denki gasped, "What could they possibly doing?"

"Oh my goooooood," Mineta kneeled, being dramatic.

Kirishima cackled, "Calm your shits dudes,"

The amphibian, Tsuyu, gaped at something on the wall, "Ribbit. A portal from the fourth floor is here," she notified them, as the students sprinted to have a look. ***

(Y/N) sighed, scrutinizing at the minor repaired hole; convinced, she was approaching down at the ladder. Then her foot slipped. Bakugou's reflexes was seen as he jolted to grab the teenage female, before hitting the floor. Both of their eyes went round, the insides of them burning, as their nose touched lying on the floor.

The squeaky door slammed open, "HELLO AIYA-CHAN!" The class exclaimed, blissfuly. Their reactions shifted from enthusiastic to bewildered as soon as they eyed the two teenagers, nose-touched.

"BAKUGOU?!" Kaminari boomed.

Mineta went drowsy, "Bakugou— I never knew— A hot female— Bakug—" his little temples fainted. Leaving the class 1-A, in a baffled state.

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Maybe some hc's or a sc (whatever you're more comfortable with) of Bakugou's s/o Bring so tired from school/training/etc that she has headaches everyday, is really unconcentrated and sleepy and so on. Like, how would Bakugou change then, would he scold her or??

I’ll do a scenario just cause I suck at headcannons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Everyone in the class new that second semester was going to be far from easy, especially being the students in Class 1A with Mr. Aizawa at the helm.

They also knew that after all the attacks and incidents with their class, the teachers would be much tougher on them since they were more experienced.

Luckily most of them were able to keep up with the extreme demands, knowing it would be for the greater good, but few tended to fall behind..

You being one of them.

Unlike the other slacking members of the class, you were furious with yourself at your lousy performance. You had been the top of your class at your old middle school, and you were doing fairly well first semester but ever since the USJ incident it was like your body just wouldn’t push itself anymore.

Unlucky for your exhausted muscles, your stubborn mind pushed past these warnings your body was giving you just so you could keep up with the class. There was no way you were going to fall behind just because you were ‘tired’.

If anything you hated those people who half-assed their work, you wanted to earn your spot on the top fair and square. So what if you missed a few nights for sleep, as Mr. Aizawa said: “It will be worth it in the end.”

In your eyes, your reckless behavior was going seemingly un-noticed by your peers but that was actually quite the opposite. Mostly everyone in the class was aware of your unfocused nature, it was hard not to notice.

At first it wasn’t too bad, your reserved state just appearing as exhaustion from training but as time went on it was clear something was wrong.

Your normally enthusiastic attitude in class was now silent and dull, your hands under your chin the only thing keeping your head from smacking to the table. Your normally chill state in class was now a twitching mess from the amount of stress you put on your muscles.

Of course everyone was worried for you, but everyone was too afraid to speak up. Like your boyfriend, you had a strong tenacity toward your goals so trying to tell you to stop was like trying to stop a bull in a bullfight.

It wasn’t until one class nearing the end of the semester where the line had to be drawn, one particular student having enough of your bullshit…

Algebra class was never your strongest subject, you knew this, but never had you struggled to keep your body awake in your entire life. You felt like someone had poisoned you or something.

Your head.. oh your head it felt like someone was repeatedly beating it with a hammer. Every muscle in your body felt weak, as if gravity was trying to trap you to the ground. It got to the point where you couldn’t even hear Aizawa speak, his voice was drowned out by the harsh banging sound in your head.

What the hell was happening? Why were you being so weak? You’re stronger than this!

Clenching your fists you rubbed your eyes before attempting to pay attention to the board. Algebra was your worst subject, you needed to pay attention.

But your brain was saying otherwise. Slowly your vision was growing blurry, your class of twenty was turning into a class of forty. Eventually the multiple numbers on the board turned into a illegible mess. Were you seriously about to pass out?

No you couldn’t, you had to stay awake. Gritting your teeth you shook your head and stretched your legs out but it only seemed to make it worse, your vision slowly beginning to turn black. You had to move, do something to distract yourself. The noise was getting slowly louder and louder, as if the banging was going to make your head explode.

Boom. Boom. Boom, Boom. Boom…

“Mr. Aizawa may I p..please use the restroom?!” You shouted loudly, your voice growing shaky by the second.

Everyone was startled by your sudden outburst, even Mr. Aizawa. Your eyes could barely keep focus on the teacher before you, let alone your hand desperately gripping onto the desk as if you would fall over if you dared let go.

The resident ash blond of the class looked up to your form with narrowed crimson eyes, he knew you had been pushing yourself but this wasn’t normal. Your skin was turning sickly pale, your body was visibly trembling, your hand was gripping the desk so hard your knuckles were turning white, and your breath was so shaky it sounded like you just finished running a marathon.

The dark haired teacher looked your form up and down with a raised brow before he let out a sigh, “Yes (surname) you can head out, you may want to see the nurse you seem a bit shaky.”

“No that won’t be necessary.” You said quickly as you stumbled to the door, your hand lazily landing on the handle before you slid it open, “Just a bit tired is all.”

The entire class watched as your arm slammed the door shut behind you before silently looking to Mr. Aizawa who kept his eyes on the door.

Everyone knew you weren’t ‘just tired’, making it a bit nerve racking that you just left the room on your own, “Mr. Aizawa? I..I don’t think she should be out there alone-”

“Like hell she will.” Bakugou interrupted the small brunette girl as he shoved his chair back with a loud skid before storming to the entrance to the classroom, slamming the wooden door behind him.

It didn’t take the ash blond long to find your shivering form around the corner on the ground, he wasted no time in running towards you and lifting your violently shaking form into his arms.

“What the fuck is wrong with you (s/o)?” Bakugou hissed, his sturdy arms holding you up as he glared down to you until your own face looked up to him, streams of tears rolling down your eyes.

Look at you crying in front of your boyfriend, appearing weak in his arms like you were just a child, “I..I’m so weak!” You cried, hating that you couldn’t even speak without stuttering.

“I keep falling behind in class, a..and I thought if I pushed myself harder I could catch up but I’m too pathetic to even do that! I don’t even know why I’m in Class 1A, anyone in the B class could effortlessly take my spot.”

Gritting your teeth your (s/c) fingers squeezed around Bakugou’s wrists while you squeezed your eyes shut, “I am so pathetic!”

Bakugou’s once angry features immediately softened, a wave of guilt running through him as your small form sobbed into his chest. He could feel your body resting against his weakly, you really did push yourself too much, you could barely keep yourself upright.

How could you have been feeling this way and never have told him? Did you not trust him enough? Seeing you so broken like this made him angry, like this was his fault. It was his job to remind you how amazing you were, and he failed.

“Oi, shut the fuck up.”

Freezing at the harsh words you lifted your head up to him with puffy red eyes while lifting your hand up to rub the snot from your runny nose, “W..What?”

“You heard me, I don’t want to hear that bullshit coming out of your mouth you hear me?” Bakugou hissed, his hand cupping your chin firmly to catch your full and undivided attention, “I don’t hang out with any weak ass people you hear me? This school wasn’t meant to be easy, if you were easily skating then you don’t belong here. You are here to get your ass kicked until you start to kick their ass. Just because you aren’t the best fucking person all the time doesn’t mean you’re falling behind, it just means you’re learning.

I wasn’t always this damn perfect, I screw up too sometimes. Rarely, but I do.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a small giggle at your boyfriend’s cocky attitude, the soft sound escaping your lips making Bakugou’s heard do a flip.

“The point is, you shouldn’t be hurting yourself just to get to the top it never fucking works. You’re only going to lower yourself even further than where you started. Learn from your damn failures, get back up, and take things step by step until you’re back in the groove of things.”

Looking down you inhaled deeply before nodding your head, “Y..You’re right Bakugou, I was an idiot..”

“That’s the other fucking thing,” Bakugou growled, lifting your head up again except his eyes were narrowed down to your own, “I don’t want to hear that you’re pathetic, or an idiot ever again you hear me? You are a fucking amazing girl who works hard for what she wants, get that pity dick out of your mouth and realize that you’re an unstoppable badass. You got that?”

Tilting your head you bit your lip at the harshly kind words your boyfriend shouted at you, your eyes beginning to tear up again before you grinned from ear to ear, nodding your head quickly, “Yes I do, thank you Katsuki.”

Bakugou let out a small sigh of relief once he saw your smile, letting you bury your head into his uniform before wrapping his arms around you to bring you close. He didn’t care how many times he had to hold you close or tell you how amazing you were, he wouldn’t stop until you started to believe it too.

Of course this wouldn’t stop his pride from floating back, his softness slowly starting to fade as he clicked his tongue, “Don’t let this all get to your head shitty girl, I’m still better than you.”

Looking up you pouted out your lip with an unimpressed look while looking up to his crimson eyes, “And if I ever catch you pushing yourself to hard I’m going to lock you in your room understand me? Matter of fact, I’m just gonna sleep with you every fucking night to make sure you get some damn sleep.”

“Really?” You said with a bright smile, causing the ash blond to scowl while he helped you to your feet, quickly moving an arm around you to help your shaky form.

“You aren’t supposed to be happy about it shithead! You can be so damn annoying sometimes.”

Smiling warmly up to your boyfriend you pressed a soft cheek on his kiss while the two of you slowly walked down the hallway, “Seriously though Katsuki, thank you.”

“Oi oi whatever, I don’t want to listen to your whinny ass every week. Let’s just get you back to your dorm.” Bakugou grumbled, his tone appearing annoyed even though his arms were securely around you while he watched your every move to make sure you were okay.

That’s how your relationship seemed to go, Bakugou would be seemingly harsh to you but really.. he was a big ole softy on the inside.

Who knew all it took was you to bring it out of him?

#katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #this started out good #then I got tired #a g h

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