#They’re such pieces of shit and yet they walk around like they’re perfect and I’m STRUGGLING. God I am so miserable.

[mintmatcha]

Inevitable Things: chapter five

Aizawa x reader fic

cw: cisfem reader, no quirks, office au, miscommunications, slow burn. full tags available on AO3 (linked in masterlist)

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Fridays are the only day you carve out time for lunch. Less than coincidentally, Fridays are also the only day lunch is catered.

“Here-” Izuku jams his bowl of take out into Katsuki’s face. “Does it smell like there’s peanuts in here?”

Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku’s fiance, is only half as ornery as he looks. A premature wrinkle has formed in between his brows, a sign of his almost constant annoyance. His straw colored hair is a sharp contrast to his deep red eyes, currently narrowed in disgust.

“Get this shit out of my fucking face,” he groans. “I’m not a fucking allergy alert dog-- I can’t smell peanuts.”

“To be fair-” Ochako interjects through a mouthful. She’s the opposite of Katsuki: dark hair, round eyes, a smile so sweet that it makes your teeth hurt. Her cheeks are always flushed, spots of broken blood vessels spattered like freckles. “Peanuts do have a smell.”

“Did you ask him to smell for penis?” Denki says, too loud to be genuine. “Kind of homophobic to ask a gay guy that.”

Both men give him identical deadpan stares.

“That’s just his fucking country-ass accent.” Katsuki brushes Denki off and turns back to the curly haired man. “Why would chicken have peanuts in it anyway?”

“The o’l.” Izuku stresses.

“The what?”

“Some places use peanut o’l.”

“Say oil.”

Izuku sneers a bit in return, smoothing out the curves of his accent. “Oy-I’ll.”

“Jesus christ, I’m marrying a hick.” Katsuki leans back in his chair and meets your eye with a jerk of his chin. “Can you believe this?”

You snap back into focus. Your own lunch is untouched, fork still in its little plastic wrapper. Hunger nips at your stomach, but nausea wins over today. The cafeteria isn’t very busy, but in the next couple minutes everyone will start pouring in. The lot of you arrived early to get the best seating-- a little couch and coffee table in the corner, a perfect place to eat and people watch.

“Oh, yeah, uh- Izuku, they have an allergen free option.”

“Well, yeah, but-” He tilts his head as he talks, watching you with those wide, green eyes, like he sees something just below the surface. “It doesn't have chicken-- are you good?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Katsuki fingers a piece of Izuku’s food and pops it into his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. “You’ve been making that sad little face all day.”

You pout a bit harder at that. Shit-- you thought you were being subtle. You haven’t been able to walk this whole Aizawa thing off yet, despite all of your attempts. No amount of emails, meetings, and other petty office bullshit managed to distract you from the absolute shock and humiliation of… whatever that was.

Embarrassment.

Embarrassment? You’re certainly not the prettiest girl in the office, but embarrassing? That makes your gums ache, like a punch to the nose, and it makes you feel dirty, like the fall to the ground afterwards.

“You’re doing it again.” Ochako points to your face and it’s apparently sadness. “What’s going on?”

You hem a bit, before condensing it the best you can.

“I’m having issues with a guy.” What an understatement.

A collective glance is shared between the group.

“Touya again?”

Again, Touya haunts a room he’s never been in. You debate what to say. If you admit to it being someone new, they might start sniffing around and jump to conclusions-- though Aizawa would certainly be the last assumption they would make, you still can’t risk it. Besides, you don’t need a gaggle of 23 year olds dissecting your every move. They’re going to jump to some stupid conclusion, like you’re dating Toshinori, if you aren’t careful.

“Yeah, it’s Touya,” you lie, as sheepishly as you can. “Oops.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Katsuki rolls his eyes so hard that you imagine his brain must hurt. “Again?”

“Shh, just tell us what happened,” Izuku urges, elbowing his partner rather sharply.

“I don't know where I stand with him. It's so-- Ugh, I thought things were going to start going well and then it was just ice cold.” You press your palms into your eyes and sigh. The pressure feels good and helps with the remnants of your hangover. You need an electrolyte drink, stat. Maybe another fucking drink too. “And I’m not even sure why I’m surprised because it’s ice cold a lot.”

When you look up, Ochako is offering a hand, palm up and open. When you take it, she giggles a bit, squeezing gently.

“I think you need to prioritize yourself.”

Denki nods in agreement, cheeks stuffed with food. He’s finished his meal and started stabbing bits of yours. You just push the whole bowl towards him in defeat and slump down into the couch.

“Stop giving men who treat you poorly the time of day.” Ochako says. “When you let them in again and again, you’re basically, like, giving them permission to do this stuff.”

“Yeah!” Denki says through a mouthful. “Cut that fucker off! Don’t even talk to him!”

“Oh, I dunno--” You glance between them. “I think that’d be mean.”

Conflict makes your head spin. It’s so much easier to roll over and take whatever people give you, negative or otherwise. It’s what made your relationship with Touya work-- and it’s what’s allowed you to stay in this job for so long.

“Good!” Denki says. “He deserves it.”

“You deserve to be a little mean and a little angry when people treat you poorly.” She smiles again, wider this time. “Grow some balls. Stand up for yourself.”

“Yeah! Balls!” Denki agrees.

You suck on your bottom lip and turn the idea over in your head. Are you even angry at Aizawa? Or just hurt and confused? Right now, those things may as well be the same thing-- they certainly burn the same in your chest. Cruelty isn’t your usual indulgence…

But it’s someone else’s.

“What do you think?” You turn to Katsuki, who’s been scrolling through twitter for a bit now. His face doesn’t change when he speaks, locked into a general annoyance.

“I think you should kill that fucker.”

You turn to Izuku, the rational one of the couple. He shrugs, straw in mouth and completely unamused.

“Oh, I also think you should kill him,” he says, tone matching Katsuki’s.

Not helpful.

“Listen--” Katsuki leans forward, elbows on his spread knees. He uses a fork to articulate as he speaks. “I’m the expert on being a cunt-”

“-we don’t use that word!” Ochako grimaces.

“And it’s the most freeing and addictive thing you can be.” The tongs of the fork point directly towards you, as sharp as his gaze. “More people should be cunts more often. The world would be a happier place.”

Ochako gasps. “I don’t agree with that at all!”

“Oh please, miss goody-goody,” Katsuki sneers. “You wouldn't need to go to kickboxing five times a week if you let your anger out day to day like a normal motherfucker.”

The girl of the group puffs out her cheeks, but does not argue back. Izuku pats her shoulder affectionately. His food is still untouched, but his free hand guards it from Denki.

“I'm telling you. Try it out. You’ll like it.” Katsuki leans back into his seat. “Or don't. Your life.”

“Question-” The other blonde pipes up. “Did you, like, do something?”

“Kaminari!”

“I mean, like, was there a catalyst?” “A fight or a date or-?”

You know exactly what drives Touya away everytime, but Aizawa is a new beast. Did you breathe wrong or--

“Oh, I uh,” A realization hits you. “I ignored a couple texts, I guess.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of the outline of your phone and how it presses into your pocket. If there wasn’t a chance of you flashing the group pictures of their boss, you’d check it immediately, but you can’t mentally handle the risk.

“What an overreaction,” Ochako sighs. “Dump him forever and move on-- Mr. Hizashi and his wife-”

“We aren’t like that.” Ugh. You love Hizashi, but the trio relationship isn’t your speed. “Besides, I don’t like blondes.”

The two toe-heads of the group roll their eyes in a practiced synchrony. Ochako’s smile changes a little bit, something tighter and brighter; is she excited that you aren’t interested? Interesting and a bit gross: she’s too young for that. They’re more than ten years older than her-

(How old is Aizawa? He went to school with Hizashi, so he’s at least 38-- but you could have sworn there were whispers of his fortieth last year. You’ll have to snoop.)

“We’re in agreement. Be a cunt, move on. The end.” Katsuki turns away from you, done with this topic. “Izuku, just fucking eat it already.”

The boy takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his curly hair. “Well, alright, but if I get hives, you’re the one who has to deal with me.”

…

Be mean.

You’re written it on a sticky note and placed it under your computer monitor, like some sort of fucked up mantra. The mere idea of it feels antithetical to who you are at your core; you enjoy helping people, you love making the world better. That’s why you work like a dog for the company-- you know it’s improving the lives of its customers. If Toshinori wasn’t sick, you know he’d be doing even more too.

On the other hand, being nice has led to your own detriment many times. Touya has hurt you, your parents, and now even Aizawa. And you can’t even blame Aizawa, can you? Texting him was your mistake--

You rest your forehead against your desk. There’s still a sticky spot from when you spilled your coffee yesterday. God, yesterday feels so close and yet so far away. How does a man yoyo between yelling at you, sending you his weiner, then telling you that you’re embarrassing? The idea of ‘always wanted you’ goes flying out the window.

Just as you try and put yourself to work, you hear it. The familiar lopsided stomp. Fuck, it’s him, probably looking for his afternoon coffee. He’s been by much less than usual, a fact you’re very grateful for, so you haven’t even thought about the pot since before lunch. You glance over and see it’s empty. Crap.

As you start to get up, the sticky note catches your eye again. Be mean. That’s right. Why are you popping out of your chair for this, this, this--- total fucking cunt? Your chair squeaks with the force you sit down with. You try to embody Katsuki with your face - furrowing your brow and yet keeping your mouth unaffected-- and your worst nightmare turns the corner.

You keep typing and hope Aizawa doesn't notice that it's the same words over and over again, hit in the same rhythm. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. He waits a long moment, then clears his throat louder. You don't gift him your attention until he grumbles something under his breath, shifting his weight on to his other leg. Just as he begins to say something, you interject.

“I had more important things to focus on,” you lie. “You can figure out how to brew coffee, Mr.// Engineer.”

You throw in that last bit without thinking, but the bite rolls so easily off of your tongue. It’s nothing like your usual tone, but it feels so, so right. From the corner of your vision you can see his literally reel back, blinking hard,

“That’s how it’s going to be?”

You don’t respond. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. Your fingers shake from the adrenaline boost. Ochako was right; don't even give this man the time of day.

“It's going to be like that?” He yanks the pot from its stand. “Fine.”

You have to muster all of willpower not to grin as he starts slamming open the drawers and scrounging around for supplies. It takes a whole ten minutes before he presses brew, then another five before the pot is almost half full. The whole time he grumbles to himself, leaning his whole weight against the flimsy table.

This is good. Too good. The vindictive rush of power feels almost sexual in the way it satisfies. Teeth dig into your lip as you hold back a smile even harder.

Embarrassment? You'll show him what embarrassment really means.

Finally, he pours himself a cup. He doesn't fill his thermos nearly as much as he normally does, most likely trying to leave as quickly as possible. Just as he starts to turn, you get up out of your chair and walk over. You take one of the little disposable cups from the stack and take your time adding three sugars and two cream, each one at a time, as he lurks there. Then, you pour the coffee, thick and oddly gritty into your cup. You finally meet his eye when you take a swig.

Aizawa’s face is set hard, small eyes narrowed even tighter. His lips are screwed up with annoyance, wrinkling his low bridged nose. Pissed would be an understatement. Just as you brace for another yelling match, he turns away, marching down the hall.

“Enjoy the fucking coffee.”

Oh, Katsuki was right. Being mean tastes good.

….This coffee, however, does not.

[boredelle]

someone feed my delusion and tell me mr. aaron hotchner would absolutely fall for me if he was real. tell me that I’d be ✨enough✨ for him.

#I’ve been struggling with stupid negative thoughts for 2 days. #I have allowed myself to care what people think of me almost my entire life. #I feel so stupid but I genuinely do not know how to stop this. #Like for real. Why do I give a fuck what a cousin I don’t even talk to is doing and why do I feel like I’m in some sick competition? #Why do I allow myself to care that any of my dad’s family are out doing things I’ve only dreamed of? #Oh I know. Because it fucking HURTS. #Just like them literally taking every single sympathy gift and flowers from his funeral #And the funeral director allowed them to because he’s friends with them. #They’re such pieces of shit and yet they walk around like they’re perfect and I’m STRUGGLING. God I am so miserable. #I’m so miserable because I rely on my own headcanons of a fictional man rescuing me away from this hell I’m in. #personal

[urrockstar-xe]

sneaking out - t.c x fem!reader

posted jan 21st, 2024 10:50 am

@dingus85 asked : May I request a Tara Carpenter x fem!reader based on Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift where they have been sneaking out to the beach every night (scenario 5). This time they’re just being stupid, and reader accidentally confesses that she likes her. Somewhere in the fic Tara uses one liner 18.

im so sorry for the wait love, I hope u enjoy.

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It was Chad’s idea to have one big group vacation for the summer, a simple nearly 50-hour road trip from New York to California. A few weeks on the beach to help everyone recover from the first semester of college and some time for Sam and Tara to learn how to be away from each other again.

Every small-town kid needs a Beach Vacation, right? Well actually, your plans for the summer were to find a good job but just when you wanted to argue, Mindy pointed out that you could share a room with Tara, and Tara responded by clapping her hands together, smiling at you and

“We’ll have so much fun!” 

How could you say no to that?

Everyone had taken turns driving, except for Mindy, her job was to make sure everyone had enough snacks and to ensure you’d make it to the Airbnb in one piece.

You were lucky enough to find one on the beach, giving easy access to the water and the sand that Mindy soon found to be an incredible nuisance, Anika was enjoying the chance to dress up in different beach weather outfits and there was also the perfect spot to play volleyball which Chad forced everyone to do.

And then there were you and Tara, you had the same favorite part of this vacation and it was the late-night bonfires.

You had only one with all of you involved but the following night you both snuck out together to start up another one, and this quickly became routine for the both of you.

You couldn’t help but enjoy this silly game you were playing in your head even if Tara didn’t realize you were playing at all. Sharing a bed, waking up early enough to make breakfast, making the bed, and taking turns to shower after beach days just to sneak off and come back smelling like firewood. 

It was perfect for you, and maybe it was for Tara too, but obviously, you weren’t going to ask. 

Tonight was one of your last nights in California and none of you were ready to leave, except Mindy, who wanted to go home the first week. But of course, you were most worried about going home, everything would go back to normal and you could no longer live in your little bubble with Tara and her soft smiles and giggly laughs,

and your little sneak-out “dates” that were just for you and Tara.

But that just meant you had to make the most of it, which leads you outside sitting on an old beach towel next to the pretty girl, watching the pit of flames dance before your eyes. 

“I’m not ready to go home yet, I like sneakin’ out with you.” Tara’s voice caught your attention, turning to look at her as she spoke. She was thinking the same as you. “We could always sneak out together back in New York” You spoke in the same quiet tone, as if you weren’t allowed to speak louder than the sound of the sea.

Tara pouted, “It’s not the same, though.” Oh. You nodded in agreement looking back at the fire. 

“I wanna go swimming,” She said suddenly, standing up and taking off her sweater, well your sweater, you had let her wear. “Tara, you’ll freeze” You smiled, knowing she wouldn’t listen anyway as she was already walking towards the water, tossing her sweatpants to you as you laughed. 

You watched amused as she eventually made it to the water, she hesitated, “C’mon, my girl Tara Carpenter doesn’t back down from stupid stuff!” You called out in a teasing tone, hearing her laugh as she threw her head back before running straight into the water, “Holy shit!” she yelled, squealing as she resurfaced.

You laughed as Tara ran back up to you, soaking wet and gratefully thanking you as you put the towel around your shoulders. “That was so stupid” she laughed, shivering slightly as you rubbed her arms, laughing with her as you attempted to warm her up. 

“That is why I like you so much” You had barely noticed the words come out as Tara’s smile softened, staring at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes. “What?” Tara’s voice was quieter now, still having a slightly shaky tone as she was still freezing. 

“What?” you repeated the question, you could backtrack, sure but Tara wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t believe that no matter how well you sold it she saw it in your eyes, 

you’re so screwed, you almost laughed.

“What did you say? You like me?” Tara’s grip on the towel tightened a little, that soft look on her face capturing you the way it always did. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it, not knowing how to explain yourself in a way that made sense but Tara spoke up instead.

“Come here and kiss me, dummy” She smiled, and you didn’t want to waste any time as your hands moved to her face and pulled her in, cold, soft lips hitting yours as if they were meant to be on yours. Tara abandoned the towel to hold your wrists. 

“You are so catching a cold,” You said through heavy breaths earning a sweet laugh in response.

“Yeah, but you’ll take care of me.” you smiled at that because obviously you would.

“Yeah, I will.” You said, Tara smiled back.

“I think I will sneak out with you back in New York.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x female reader #scream x reader #scream imagines #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #tara carpenter imagine #Spotify

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut, fluff

• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content, sensual sex, kinda ooc Levi

Worship

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Only in underwear and with an aching heart I view my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I can’t help but to compare myself with the other women my age. Their bodies aren’t full of scars and flaws, while mine is clearly painted from the war. I don’t even know why I keep making such a big deal about it, after all I am not some young thing trying to impress men. I’m the mother of a six month old, in her late thirties and happily married for about a decade now. I fought a war, saw people die and was on the brink of death about a dozen of times myself. But still I feel like some 20 year old that never had to face all this stuff, leaving her appearance her biggest problem.

„She’s finally asleep“, I hear Levi saying, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even hear him coming into the room. „Everything okay, dear?“ he asks while limping towards the bed and sitting down.

I turn around, arms wrapped around my belly. It feels pathetic to admit it. „Not fighting for my life everyday made me notice my looks“, I admit quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. Levi looks at me, his nose scrunched like I told him about a talking pile of dust. „What do you mean?“

„The war disfigured me.“ Tears are streaming down my face now but Levi still looks at me, like he doesn’t understand a single thing. He scoots over and pats on the mattress. „Lay down.“ Now it’s my turn to look confused. „Just do it“, he insists, and so I make my way towards the bed too and lay down, just as he told me. My hair, still wet from the shower I just took, tousles all over the pillow and it’s like I can feel the knots tying themselves back in.

Levi is on the foot of the bed now, his eyes softened as he looks at me. „Stop talking shit“, he says. „The war didn’t disfigured you. Quite the opposite. How can you not realize that this makes you even more attractive? The way you survived the impossible?“

His hands sneak to my feet, massaging them, before lifting both and kissing my ankles. „Your feet walked you so many miles, you ran right into your death just to serve humans you don’t even know personally, to make sure they’re safe.“ He kisses my ankles again. „And they’re never afraid to kick my ass if I need it.“ A soft smile crawls upon my lips.

He moves up to my clean shaved legs. „It’s impressive that your shinbones never broke“, he mumbles against my skin, placing kisses all over my lower leg. „How often and how hard you fell during battles.“

Then he moves up to my thighs. „And don‘t get me started on your thighs“, Levi speaks, kissing them too, even marking them like he did sometimes when we were younger. „So muscular from all the horse riding. And so perfect around my hips and head.“ I couldn’t suppress a giggle, which earns me a bright smile from Levi.

I shriek as he moves his hand under my body, massaging my ass. „How many hours did you sit on your pretty ass in this boring meetings that never brought us anywhere?“ A rhetoric question, but I answer anyways, playing along. „Enough.“ „And yet, it never gave up“, Levi says with a teasing smile, letting go of my bum. I wait for one of his typical jokes and look at him confused as nothing comes. „Wow, no joke about taking a shit?“ I ask jokingly, to which I earn a roll of his steel-blue eye. „I try to be romantic and sexy, brat.“ With a giggle I lean back again, letting him continue.

His next stop is the already wet area between my legs. His fingers caress over my panties and both of us feel the damp spot on it. He hooks his thumbs in the hem of the piece of clothing, searching for consent in my eyes. „May I?“ Instead of answering I raise my hips so he can take it off. Levi understands and pulls my white underwear down, the way it sticks on my vagina gives me a feeling of how incredibly wet I am already.

„Your perfect pussy“, he whispers after placing the piece of fabric next to him on the bed. „Making me feel things I didn’t even know were possible. And making you feel things with only a light touch.“ To prove his statement he placed a kiss on my clit, making me shiver. „And not only this. It was the door to this world for our babygirl.“

After a few strokes through my wet folds he makes his way further up to my tummy. „I know how much you despise your stretch marks but they show how well our daughter grew in you.“ Sweet kisses are placed all over my stomach. „You created life, dear. I didn’t thought you could get any more beautiful, but then I saw you becoming a mother.“ New tears sting in my eyes, but this time they are tears of joy.

As I feel his hands move upwards I instantly sit up to unclasp my bra, throwing it next to the bed before laying down again and with a pleased smile Levi cups my right breast while kissing my left one. He takes his time with them, moving his lips back and forth between them so he gives both equal attention before he speaks again. „Not only are your boobs beyond sexy, they also feed a living being.“

With that Levi moves further up again, now kissing my throat and neck. „I was always allowed to hide from the world in the crook of your neck.“ Another kiss. „And your throat a) always takes my cock so well and b) protects your vocal chords that create your beautiful voice.“

With this lewd, yet pure sentence he moves to my left arm, kissing it’s whole length down do my hand. „Your shoulders, always willing to stem the weight of others too, no matter how bad it hurts you as long the other one has it easier and your strong arms, always giving out the best hugs.“ Then he kisses the palm of my hand. „And your hands, making me realize that the world provides more than violence.“

His kisses come back to my face and start to cover my cheeks. „I love the tiny wrinkles next to your nose when you smile.“ My nose gets a kiss too. „And the way you scrunch your nose when you’re embarrassed.“ He travels up the bridge of my nose until he reaches my forehead. „Your smart head“, then left again to my ear. „And your open ear, always listening when someone needs it.“ Then under my eyes. „Those beautiful eyes of you and all the lovely ways they look at me.“

And then finally, Levi kisses my lips. „And your lips, curling up to the most beautiful smile in the world and giving the best kisses.“ I rarely ever see him like this. So soft and vulnerable without him having a beak down.

„Your scars and flaws make you even more beautiful“, he reassures once again before diving into another kiss, this time adding his tongue too.

His healthy hand sneaks down between my legs again and starts to please me by sinking two fingers in my dripping cunt. A moan leaves my lips while I roll my hips against his hand to feel him deeper inside of me. Chapped lips on mine muffle my moaning while I chase my high on my husbands fingers.

„I want your cock“, I whine breathless as I feel my pleasure increasing. „Cum on my fingers first. You’re so close, I can feel it.“ That’s all it needs for me to fall apart. With a dizzy feeling I watch Levi stripping, placing his clothes on the floor next to the bed while stroking his boner.

In awe I look at his body. Even though Levi can’t walk properly anymore he tries his best to stay in shape, even with his almost 40 years. Especially his arms are still fine toned due to the weight lifting he does. The scars on his body tell the story of Humanities Strongest, making him even hotter in my eyes.

I think I understand what he tried to tell me.

My mind goes blank as his cock finds my pussy, pushing his whole length into me. As I moan louder than intended he quickly places his lips on mine again, not wanting to wake up the baby. Or the neighbors.

With his lips on mine and his cock deep inside me, I am able to let go off my worries and I only concentrate on the feeling of his tongue and the feeling of my second orgasm building up while he moves in and out of me. Our mixed moans and the sound of skin against skin create a lewd symphony inside of our bedroom.

„Fuck (Y/n), I‘m cumming.“ My legs close tighter around him so he’s even closer. I want to feel him cum inside me. And that’s exactly what happens. I can feel his cock twitch and with a hiss, followed by a loud groan I feel the warmth of his sperm inside of me, which takes me over the edge too and has me trembling under his body and clenching around his cock while I embrace my heavy orgasm.

Goosebumps raise as Levi falls on the mattress besides me, his hair messy and his back scratched by my nails. „I love you so much“, I whisper in his ear, petting his head. „I love you too

#fanfiction #x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan levi ackerman #levi ackerman attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan levi #levi attack on titan #Levi Ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot #snk #fluff #smut

[good-beanswrites]

We’re so far from the end of Milgram and yet. I am thinking about finale fix-it fics. because I already know Yamanaka isn’t going to shy away from killing characters and I'm pre-sad about it. I’ve expressed some other nice options here and here, but have another! Jailbreak >:3

(Just random silly thoughts I’ve been rotating in my head, don't take it too seriously) 

This is assuming Milgram is in a physical location with mostly realistic elements. (It’s a well-funded facility, but no magic or anything besides whatever’s going on with jackalope and the no violence ban.)

Trial three is coming to an end. Es knows it will end in death, but they know it'd be going against their duty to declare everyone innocent.

A mistake is made on the outside, and a chance opportunity arises: a temporary exit appears in the prison in Es’ room. 

They notice it at night, and make the split second decision to tell the others. They race to the cells, gathering everyone one and telling them to get out immediately. 

Most of them go willingly, though a few (Yuno, Fuuta, Kotoko) are suspicious of Es’ urgency. They manage to convince them that it’s not some twisted lie – Es knows how this will end and wants to give them a chance. 

As everyone’s filing out, it becomes clear Es isn’t going to step through. They say they can’t go – even though they’re taking steps to save the others, their duty remains to Milgram. They’ll stay and face whatever consequences arise as warden. 

Mikoto is like “fuck that shit, you’re just as much as a prisoner as us and you’re coming,” to the others’ agreement. “If they’re gonna punish you for helping us than we should make it look like it was all on us,” and he slings Es over his shoulder. They all take off into the unknown facility. 

The real fun part of the fic would be when they inevitable make it past guards/scientists, climb into a military-grade vehicle, and take off with authorities in hot pursuit. (I’m still deciding who’d be funniest as driver, though I’m leaning towards Kazui doing it because he feels responsible as oldest) Cue some classic comedy-drama bickering as they screech around the complex under fire. Fuuta trying to backseat drive. Mahiru in delirious giggles that she’s helping with a jailbreak, can you believe it? Her! Shidou shielding Amane as the vehicle bumps around/takes damage. Muu pointing out they’ve been going in circles. It’s revealed the driver doesn’t have their license. Es complaining that they shouldn’t be here but knowing it’s too late to get out. There’s much screaming and celebrating and panicking and tires squealing. 

One epic car chase later, they emerge in the surrounding woods, alone. They start making plans. I’m not sure who has the most geographical knowledge, but someone is able to piece together generally where they are. Mikoto knows a good deal about getting away with a crime, and starts walking them through how they’ll need to ditch this vehicle and where to hide for the time being. Kotoko has some connections, she can find out if Milgram is associated with the government or if they should go to the authorities about them. Muu’s parents are rich and from France, she’ll have them get everyone out of the country until things are figured out. 

They plan on reaching out to their families to let them know they’re alright. After some awkward silence from Es, Fuuta starts listing all the ways you can find someone online. He gets a bit embarrassed talking about the techniques (seeing as that’s how he ended up a killer,) but Es seems grateful for the help finding out who they are and if they have any family looking for them. 

As they drive, someone points out that these plans aren’t perfect. Milgram may be better equipped or more widespread than they know. There’s a high chance they’ll still be caught and potentially killed to keep quiet about the whole experiment. 

Shidou starts saying that a doctor’s job is to extend life so people can live as long and happy as possible, even when they know it won’t last. He points out that even if this isn’t a permanent escape, the extension of their lives and their happiness is still something meaningful. After all, if they’d just stayed in the prison to be executed, they would never have gotten this one last chance to see the sun.

Then they all watch the sun rise and it’s beautiful !!!!! The end

#milgram #i think everything is leading up to character executions #and i think it will be stellar writing to do that and ill be really satisfied with the ending #however. see also: i will be sad #and i have been endlessly entertained by imagining these 11 disasters crammed in a car having no experience breaking out of a prison #but making it out and being okay!!!! #fanfic #maybe? its not an actual fic but you know #i wont write any fix its until it actually ends because i want canon details about the actual prison too badly lmao

[crossyhairs]

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Author’s Note: My ass is unoriginal so I had to use some prompt generator - you better enjoy this (kidding…maybe)

Prompt: Crosshairs and Reader trying to hide their relationship. However, it turns out everyone knows they’re dating.

•Okay to be fair I think everyone knew you were dating before the two of you even knew you were dating.

•Cade had his hands full saving autobots from the TRF and keeping the remaining autobots hidden in the junkyard for him to notice much

•Jimmy and Wheelie were the first ones to notice the tension between the glances you guys shared

•Hound would tease Crosshairs about it from time to time and he knew that with every “f*ck off” Crosshairs spat at him that there was definitely something going on

•Drift would try and keep out of your business but come on, Crosshairs going for a “drive” at 2am and suddenly you’re nowhere to be seen??? Drift wasn’t dense

•Bee too was busy helping Cade but Hound liked to bring it up every now and then so Bee enjoyed joining in on the teasing (Bee is a little shit)

•At first you couldn’t stand Crosshairs, too cocky and too rude

•Not just to you but to his fellow comrades, especially Bee and you just couldn’t stand how he always put himself on some sort of pedestal

•One time you were ranting to Hound about how big of a d*ck Crosshairs was being that day without realizing he was within ear shot

•Crosshairs: “Oh yeah? Say it to my face why don’t ya”

•Instantly whipping around you grabbed the nearest metal part and whipped it at him with no hesitation, it hit his leg scratching off some of his paint

•You: “Fine! YOU’RE A TOTAL D*ICKHEAD!!!”

•Crosshairs: “Why you little-” as he reached down to try and pick you up

•Cade and Jimmy came running to try and split you two up

•Jimmy: “Y/N trust me you do not want to pick a fight with an alien robot that is 30 times your size”

•Y/N: “Yeah whatever, even though he’s bigger I’d still beat his ass”

•Crosshairs: “You’d be wise to listen to him missy”

•Y/N: “Suck my ass” You flipped him off while walking the opposite direction

•Cade: “Walk it off Crosshairs, she’s just trying to get under your skin”

•Before Crosshairs could even respond Hound (who was watching the entire scene unfold with the biggest shit eating grin) decided this was the perfect time to be a little shit

•Hound: “Oh trust me, I bet Crosshairs would love getting Y/N underneath him”

•THE SILENCE IN THE JUNKYARD WAS SO LOUD EVEN GRIMLOCK WAS LIKE “oh shit-”

•You stopped dead in your tracks not wanting to turn around knowing that you had the deepest blush across your cheeks

•Cade decided to just walk away not wanting to deal with this

•Jimmy slowly walked away but went to sit on one of the couches in the autoshop with Wheelie to see what would happen

•Hound began belting out in laughter

•Hound: “I don’t think I’ve ever see the two of you speechless!”

•Another round of silence

•Y/N: “I’m going for a walk” you somehow managed to speak without stuttering before quickly walking off towards the entrance of the junkyard

•Crosshairs: “I’m heading out for a drive” he cleared his throat befor transforming and racing away

•The two of you weren’t seen for a few hours and everyone could only assume the two of you talked it out

•After that day you and Crosshairs seemed to bicker less and less yet sneak glances more and more

•Cade and Bumblebee were out on another mission, Hound and Drift seemed to be busy with their own things, Grimlock was napping, and Jimmy and Wheelie were busy bickering in the auto shop

•You had decided since the Sun was beginning to set that maybe you’d take one of the few functioning cars out for a joyride

•Grabbing the keys for a 2014 Nissan Sentra you made your way over to the edge of the junkyard

•”I’M HEADING OUTTTTT” you screamed to whoever was listening, you heard a grumble in response which you assumed was Grimlock

•Just as you were closing the drivers door a large servo stopped you, “Don’t tell me you’re taking this piece of trash for a spin”

•You glared up at the green mech, “Why do you care?” Asking suspiciously

•Crosshairs let go of the door and shrugged, “Just thought maybe you’d prefer a Corvette”

•You squinted your eyes at him which caused a smirk to appear on his face

•”You’d never let me drive…” slowly getting out of the Nissan you crossed your arms

•He sighed and looked at the sky before looking back at you, “I’ll let you drive me this ONE time but just this once, and I mean it”

•Your jaw dropped, THE Crosshairs was agreeing to letting you drive???? Hell yeah

•You couldn’t hold your excitement in as you ran up to hug his leg “Thank you thank you thank you!!!!”

•”Alright alright get off so I can transform before we miss the sunset”

•You backed up allowing him to transform into his green Corvette alt and saw his drivers door swing open, “Well hurry up and get in!” You could hear through his radio

•Basically throwing yourself in the drivers seat, feeling his seatbelt wrap around you and buckle in place right before the seat forwards towards the wheel

•”Really?” You asked. “Look I don’t know how fast you plan to drive so better safe than sorry. Don’t want Cade throwing another wrench at me” you could basically hear the grumbling in his voice

•Placing your hands on his wheel, you noted how smooth it felt along with the gearshift. He was a sleek car (not that you’d ever tell him that) and with all the touching of his interior you could feel the seat begin to warm up along with the purring of his engine

•”Let me know when you’re done groping me so we can go” you quickly pulled back in embarrassment “I’m sorry I didn’t realize!”

•He grumbled to himself yet again, “Yeah yeah whatever, how would you like it if I ran my servos up and down your tiny frame hm?” The question along with his gruff voice caused you to blush tremendously

•”Well I uh… I don’t know… maybe I’d like it….”

•”What did you say?”

•ANOTHER ROUND OF SILENCE

•”Nothing, I’m ready”

•Finding yourself cruising down a long road watching the sunset it felt… nice. Maybe the peace and quiet was nice or maybe it was the company

•You pressed on the brake after finding a perfect spot to watch the Sun slowly disappear from the horizon

•You got out and Crosshairs quickly transformed to join you in sitting on the side of the road

•Seeing the stars slowly appear one by one made you smile and you could feel Crosshairs’ gaze on you

•”Wouldn’t you prefer a nice surface to sit on?” You heard him ask

•”Nothing else to really sit on” you shrugged

•Not even a second later you were scooped up and placed on a metal shoulder

•Surprisingly it was quite warm especially around his neck cables

•Star gazing held a comfortable silence for you but you could tell the autobot was itching to say something

•Sighing you averted your attention towards his face, “Well say something I can tell you want to”

•You saw his eyes glance at you before closing as he let out a sigh

•”I heard what you said earlier…” you heart began racing “It was kind of mean you know” now you were confused

•”Cross what are you talking about?”

•He let out another sigh this one seeming more frustrated “See!? And now you’re using those stupid nicknames you humans use, you’re giving me mixed signals!” He crossed his arms and looked away from you letting out a grunt of frustration

•You wallowed in silence for a moment before reaching for a neck cable to get his attention

•Big mistakeeeeeee

•He roughly grabbed you and positioned you right in front of his face plates, “What?! Look you don’t mean it do you? You don’t want to be romantically involved with me the way I want to with you and it hurts. How could you have even suggested earlier that you would. Out of all species to fall for, I just had to pick an organic. Now look at what you’ve done!”

•All you could do was stare into his optics with your jaw once again dropped

•The two of you spent like five minutes just staring

•Slowly gulping you finally found your words, “You like me too?”

•This was Crosshairs’ undoing, he couldn’t help it truly, you were too cute

•”Primus Y/N! You’re killing me!” He yelled out as he looked away again with you still sitting in his servo

•You sat yourself on your knees as you reached out your arms and made grabby hands like a toddler (now it was your turn to be a little shit)

•He finally gave you his attention and noticed the shit eating grin you had

•”What?” He asked confused

•”Well since our feelings are mutual I want a kiss” You saw his optics widen

•”No way” you pouted “Why not????”

•He shook his head, “Too embarrassing”

•You put on your best puppy eyes and begged, “Pleaseeeeeeee! You’d be a terrible spark mate if you didn’t”

•Okay I lied.. THIS was his undoing

•Let me tell you I can only imagine how shocking it would be for a transformer to suddenly kiss you… but this mofo did it

•His mouth-plates felt so warm, they obviously took over yours but you didn’t mind, it felt nice and that’s all that mattered

•Both of you pulled away, “Spark mate aye?” He asked

•You slapped his cheek playfully, “Shut up”

•”Make me” he smirked before pulling in for another kiss

💚💚💚

The autobots literally a few miles away while Drift watches from his helicopter alt…

Hound: I FUCKING CALLED IT YOU DAMN BITCHES WHAT DID I SAY BOOOO YAAAAAAA

#transformers crosshairs #crosshairs bayverse #bayverse crosshairs #bayverse #crosshairs transformers #transformers #transformers bayverse #bayverse transformers #the last knight #transformers the last knight #transformers age of extinction

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

lMoon: I'm never having a debate with Monty again, they literally started their argument with "Riddle me this."

Freddy: What happened to Bonnie? Moon: They died. Freddy: They what? Moon: They died, but they’re okay. Freddy: …Can you please clarify? Bonnie: Clarification is for the weak.

Moon: That's ridiculous, Bonnie doesn't have a crush on me. Monty: Yes they do. Freddy: Yes they do. Bonnie: Yes I do.

Sun: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Solar: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Bonnie: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Sun: Nat 20 Charisma. Bonnie: That is NOT how that works-

Moon: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. Moon: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

Freddy: Are you laughing at that video of Monty and Moon fighting? Sun: No. Sun: I'm laughing at the comments.

Bonnie: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Monty: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Sun walks in* Monty: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Monty: What do you guys do when you're stressed? Freddy: Try and calm myself down! Moon: Sleep. Solar: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. Sun: I don't.

Monty: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT! Solar: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

Monty: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Sun: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Monty: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Bonnie, on a walkie talkie: This is Bonnie, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Solar, looking over Freddy’s shoulder: You can draw? Freddy, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

Solar: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way. Moon: But your way is sheer force!

Sun: Holy shit, Solar, do you know what this means?! Solar: Whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

Sun: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things. Monty, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too. Moon, sarcastically: Wow, Sun was late too! What a coincidence!

Freddy: Moon isn’t answering my messages. Bonnie: Allow me. Freddy: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Moon: *replying to message* Hello.

Monty: How is the most beautiful person in the world? Sun: *blushing* I— Moon, butting into the conversation: Bonnie is perfect, thanks for asking.

Freddy: Are you this rude to everyone?! Solar: Yup. Solar: Don't think you're special.

#eclipse fnaf #fnaf sb #daycare attendant #security breach #moondrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moon fnaf #sundrop #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie x moondrop #glittergolf #montgomery gator #monty gator #monty x sundrop

[f1byjessie]

PART 12 *waving my hands around in the air* !!!!! THEM IN THE ROOM IN THE MORNING IM SO☹️☹️☹️they’re so precious i’m fragile i stg. the perfect amount teasing and cheeky behavior with serious and meaningful conversations 🫶also just one of my favorite little moments was lando going “you’re spiraling” even though she wasn’t saying anything or really doing anything outwardly (that we know of as the readers), yet he knows her so well that he KNEW she was getting in her head about it - like that is just so🤲

HIM SAYING HE’D WALK ????? i just fell to my knees in a walmart. HIM SAYING HE JUST KNEW FROM THE FIRST TIME THEY MET ???? i’m curled up on the side of the road. i know there’s more shit they have to figure out, but i love them sm together already😭

the way i started STRESSING the moment the ig post came up😭my brain did not register the time skip and i was like “well damn. that plan went out the window quick”. i cant decide between what i think happened: either they actually fucked up and there’s a reason they weren’t thinking about PDA while in a place where they could be photographed and how they have to like scramble to pick up the pieces, ORRRRR it’s all part of a strategic plan before y/n and her lawyers start taking this shit to garrett🤌bc my brain can’t stop thinking about how this type of post is how garrett and y/n first put their relationship in the public eye😼plus i think it’s totally something lando would think is funny asf and want to do - rub it in that he got the girl and garrett is a POS lmao

N E WAYZ sorry for rambling, but if you couldn’t tell, i LOVED this part !!! always looking forward to more 🫶🫶

Never apologize for rambling! I always appreciate getting your asks and I love hearing your thoughts on things! So please feel free to ramble away! 😊

I'm still patting myself on the back for part twelve. The original plan was to have her push back against the idea of being with Lando more than she did, and then the fact that she'd just had a one-night stand with her best friend would be an added stressor, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it and neither would Lando, and that mutual inability to get one another out of their heads and the following admittance of that would be what got them together. But I think I prefer the way it went a lot more. It was mostly because having Lando comfort her as she spirals and having him listen to her concerns and then come back each time with how he'll protect her against all of the potential consequences was just such a wholesome moment, but I also was just so eager to move past Bahrain and get on to the actual races 😅.

I'm so happy that you picked up on the parallels with the IG post though! I've talked about it before, but I love symbolism and thematic parallels are hands down one of my favorite writing mechanisms to make use of. The paparazzi act as the other side of the coin to Y/N— she takes photos, they take photos, but the ethics regarding both are completely opposite because one is with the consent and awareness of the subject and the other isn't. Similarly, the relationship she has with Garrett is drastically different from the relationship she has with Lando, but both of them are exposed via the paparazzi which, in my opinion, further highlights how each relationship was started. One was started with the intention of being exposed to the world for publicity and PR, whereas the other was started with the intention of being hidden and just for them.

But that's all I'll say on that because I'm worried if I keep talking about it I'll wind up spoiling part thirteen haha!

As always, thank you for taking the time to let me know what you think. I always look forward to what you have to say! 🫶

#jessie replies

[another-dr-another]

hm. ok, head to tsu’s dorm and try not to traumatize him again- -iris

Maeda, narrating - …Nothing else to really do- 

Maeda - If it isn’t time for the sleepover yet, I’ll find something to help with until it’s time.

Maeda - Let’s go look!

~*~

//Maeda is walking down the hall on the first floor of the school. He’s just made it from the “academic” area and is in the section of the school the class recognizes as their living quarters.

Maeda - I haven’t really seen anyone I could ask about the sleepover-

//The door to the dining hall flies open, causing Maeda to flinch back.

Maeda - Nevermind!

Maeda - Uehara!

//Uehara has just left the dining hall. He blinks for a second, before seeing Maeda.

Uehara - …Hey.

Uehara - What, uh… what are you doing, Maeda?

Maeda - Oh, I was just going to go ask Tsurugi about the sleepover, see how much longer…

Maeda - Honestly, I’m bored, that’s all.

Maeda - What about you?

Uehara - Same, actually-

Uehara - I’m going to go see Tsurugi, I mean.

Maeda - Oh, were you working on dinner?

Uehara - Mhm…

Uehara - So, I want to go ask Tsurugi if he has… I don’t really know any thoughts on what I should do with the dough…

Uehara - I’m just going to leave it in the fridge- I think that’s what he wants, but…

//Uehara shrugs.

Maeda - Want to walk down with me?

Uehara - Yeah, why not.

//Maeda nods, and the two begin their quiet walk to the dorms. The silence is a bit awkward… but quickly becomes convenient, as both Maeda and Uehara notice when they’re close enough for the silence to be broken.

Higa - No, fuck you!

Maeda - !

//Maeda and Uehara both freeze in place.

Tsurugi - What the hell- 

//There’s a bang.

Tsurugi - HIGA! Stop- jesus, fucking- knock it off!

//Uehara darts towards Tsurugi’s dorm, the sight of which is enough to snap Maeda out of his shock, and send him sprinting after Uehara.

Higa - You- you’re such a fucking freak, something is genuinely wrong with you!

Tsurugi - Hey- hey, Higa, what’s going on?! What are you on about?

Higa - Oh, don’t act like you don’t know! You asshole, you think you can try to play innocent-

//There’s a second bang- this one caused by Tsurugi’s door as Uehara pushes it further open. It slams against the wall, causing both Tsurugi and Higa to jump.

Uehara - What the hell.

Higa - Oh, great- actually, no! No, fuck this, fuck both of you!

Higa - I’ll tell you what!

Higa - Tsurugi is a manipulative piece of shit who’s been acting fake as all hell, 

Higa - And everyone’s just falling for it, but not me. Not. Me.

//Maeda stays out in the hallway, but can somewhat see inside Tsurugi’s room. The first bang, heard earlier, must have been Tsurugis nightstand, which has been overturned. Higa is standing by it, with Tsurugi across from him, and Uehara still in the doorway- he’s most of what blocks Maedas view.

Tsurugi - Higa, I still have no clue what you’re even on about!

Tsurugi - What’s going on- yesterday went so well, I don’t-

Higa - Bold move to bring that up again!

Higa - You’re so- you’re controlling, you’re manipulative, and you think that your guilt-tripping tirade is going to help you save face?

Tsurgi - What?!

Uehara - …Tsurugi, what’s he talking about?

Tsurugi - I-

//Tsurugi falters, seemingly confused- before he shakes it off, and goes back to a more general expression.

Tsurugi - Didn’t I tell you?

Uehara - I- Higa, stop throwing around accusations, and explain. What are you trying to get at?

Higa - What I’m “getting at”, is the fact that Tsurugi has been a creepy asshole, and keeps taking advantage of the killing game to live out some fucked-up fantasy he seems to have 

Higa - Where he controls everyone, and everything, and touts it as some idea of a perfect world where everyone’s happy because they’re all the same.

Higa - Then, when someone doesn’t fall into line, he can’t handle it, so he uses- fucking fear-mongering and guilt-tripping to stop people from questioning or going against him.

//Higa looks around- and notices Maeda.

Higa - I’m surprised you go along with this, Maeda. I really thought better of you- but I guess blind obedience is more appealing than I thought!

Maeda - I- Uh-

//Maeda tries to walk into the room so he can actually engage in the conversation. Uehara and Tsurugi had both looked at Maeda when Higa began to address him- as such, Uehara moves to let Maeda in the room, going to stand… adjacent to Tsurugi, but still some space away from him.

Maeda - …I’m sorry, I still have no clue what you’re-

Maeda - Higa, what brought this on?

Higa - I woke up, that’s what happened! Open your eyes, Maeda!

Higa - Even you, Uehara! You’re all just pawns, just tools Tsurugi’s using! He’s been real quiet since you both showed up, haven’t you?

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, quietly - I don’t…

Higa - What, don’t know how to defend yourself, how to keep looking good in front of everyone?

Higa - You’re afraid you’ll lose control over the group- ever since the start, we’ve all defaulted to following whatever you say, right?

Higa - And now that someone’s called you out on the downright abusive ways you act, you don’t know how to respond, because you know I’m right!

//

Uehara - …No, I’m not doing this.

Uehara - Higa, get the fuck out, right now.

Higa - And in comes the enforcer, willing to shield you from any criticism.

//Uehara walks towards Higa, and it’s as simple as can be. He grips the collar of Higa’s button-up, and begins to drag him out.

Higa - Wh- get off me!

Uehara - No one’s going to “respond to your criticism”, right? We’re all just blindly following, right?

Uehara - Then it sounds to me like this is a hopeless fucking endeavor. 

Uehara - Give up on herding the sheeple, Higa! 

//Higa has been trying to get Uehara off him- and he’s dealing some damage, but he hasn’t been able to forcibly loosen Uehara's grip on his collar. Maeda steps away to make sure there’s a clear path to the door.

Higa - Fine! Fucking fine! 

Higa - I’ve done what I needed to- if you can’t stand to confront your issues, that’s on you!

//Uehara finally lets go of Higa, who stumbles as he tries to find his footing after half-stumbling, half-being-dragged to the door. He starts to gain his balance- but Uehara jumps on the opportunity before it’s lost, and shoves Higa out into the hallway, effectively pushing him to the floor.

Uehara - …

//He doesn’t say anything, simply shuts the door-

Tsurugi - Wait! Wait, wait, wait-wait-wait-

//Tsurugi slides past Uehara- at least, he tries to. He manages to get partially past him, and grabs the door frame in a bid for more leverage, but Uehara quickly begins to try and block him off from going any further. It takes a moment of squabbling as Uehara attempts to use his legs to block Tsurugi’s from going any further, but Tsurugi wins in the end, managing to get far enough along that he can get the upper half of his body in front of the closing door, and out into the hallway.

Tsurugi - Higa!

//Maeda can’t see what’s going on in the hallway (thanks to the mostly-shut door, and Tsurugi obstructing what view he may otherwise have), but evidently, Higa is still nearby.

Tsurugi - You’ve been getting along with everyone else, right?

Higa - … ——-

Tsurugi - Yeah, okay… 

Tsurugi - So…

Tsurugi - …Are you still coming to the sleepover?

Uehara - Tsurugi.

//Maeda can’t hear anything… until, faintly-

Higa - …I guess.

Uehara - NO.

Tsurugi - Okay! Then, whenever you’re ready- well… at least fifteen minutes from now?

Uehara - Jesus fucking Christ.

Tsurugi - Okay! See you then, bye.

//Tsurugi slides back into his room (frankly, with more difficulty than he had trying to get out, as he has to try and disentangle himself from a still-shocked Uehara), and…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Hiya Maeda!

//Seems to be alright.

Maeda - …Tsurugi, what happened?

Tsurugi - Uh… I had my door open, cuz people kept visiting? And I kept wanting to chat with people…

Tsurugi - So, Higa came in, and I told him I was working on trying to make sure there was space for everyone to sleep,

Tsurugi - So, I asked him if he’d be okay with sleeping next to me- between me, and my bed frame?

Tsurugi - Then… yeah.

Uehara - …Tsu.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Uehara, do I…

Tsurugi - …Have I been manipulating people, do you think?

//Uehara has been seething, so upset that for a moment, when he stormed past Maeda while dragging Higa out, it was like Maeda could feel the heat pumping off of him.

Uehara - …

//The coiled rage, ready to strike, quickly comes undone.

Uehara - No, Tsurugi- I don’t think that at all.

Uehara - Which- I’m sorry for acting like that towards Higa…

//Uehara starts to walk over towards Tsurugi, who went to go pick up his nightstand some time ago. As he moves, he glances at Maeda, pulling him back into the conversation.

Uehara - I really don’t know what came over me…

Uehara - Everything he was saying was bullshit, though. 

Uehara - Think back on all the crazy things Higa has said- think about everything he’s done.

Uehara - Someone like that shouldn’t have their opinion taken at face value.

Tsurugi - …Okay.

Tsurugi - Oh, I was being for real about the sleepover soon thing-

Tsurugi - Ue, are you done with dinner prep?

Uehara - Mhm- that’s what I was coming here to tell you.

Tsurugi - Great! Thank you…

Tsurugi - Maeda, are you up to anything? Do you think you could go get everyone?

Maeda - Oh! Yeah, no issue, I can do that.

Tsurugi - Cool! Just go through the halls, and if you see anyone, let them know they can get ready, and come to my dorm.

Tsurugi - Thank youuu~

Maeda - Mhm-

Maeda - …You doing okay?

Tsurugi - Yeah! Peachy.

Tsurugi - Higa is silly-brained, that’s all…

Maeda - Alright…

Maeda - And he just came in here, and started… yelling?

Tsurugi - Mhm…

Uehara - …Are you sure it’s going to be alright to have him over?

Tsurugi - Yeah- he did fine with everyone last night, so…

Uehara - Yeah, well, he did fine with you last night, and now…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - If we have to kick him out, we kick him out. 

Uehara - …

Tsurugi - Go, Maeda! Right off into the night!

Tsurugi - The British are coming, the British are-

Tsurugi - The Maeda is coming! 

~*~ 

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - “Oh, I don’t want to go up more stairs”-

Maeda - Coming back to bite me, huh…

Maeda - …I hope everything goes alright with Higa… I have no clue what set him off like that.

Maeda - But! I shouldn’t let that stop me from going into this excited.

Maeda - Let’s go find everyone.

[Advance]

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #kinji uehara #tsurugi kinjo #mitsuhiro higa #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3

[lisatelramor]

Ok, I managed to write SOMETHING for HakuKai Week. Woo! I have a little more for other days, but gosh I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get anything considering how writing has been this year. Anyway, enjoy? They didn’t want to come out super shippy annoyingly enough, but it’s something -_-;;

Fitting a Role

Saguru, without a doubt, was not meant for the stage.

Kaito studied him critically as Saguru adjusted the sad-looking Holmes costume their classmates had cobbled together. Even the wannabe cosplay Saguru came to Japan in would have looked better. Plus, he was holding himself too stiffly. To think, here Saguru was getting to live his fanboy dream of being Holmes for a day and he wasn’t even having fun with it.

“Okay, stop,” Kaito said. “This is a travesty.”

Saguru glowered at him. “The costume,” he said stiffly, his shoulders forced too tight by poorly made sleeves, “doesn’t fit right.”

“That’s only part of the problem,” Kaito said. “You should be able to embody Holmes even wearing a paper bag. Why are you moving like the stage is full of land mines?”

“Acting is….different,” Saguru said. A lame excuse for a man that had the public eye on the regular. “There’s lines and an audience,” Saguru mumbled, unable to meet Kaito’s eyes.

“So? You deduct in front of people all the time.” Saguru treated solving a case like a stage in its own right with him performing a monologue. It really shouldn’t be this complicated.

Saguru shook his head, a pinched furrow in his brow. “But that isn’t acting.”

“It’s a role!” Kaito said rolling his eyes. “You’re a ‘detective’ so you act like one. Just be ‘Saguru the detective’ for a bit and add in some Holmes flair.”

“But—”

Kaito raised a hand. “Look. How would you enter this room if it was a case?” He watched expectantly as Saguru gave him a blank stare. An eyebrow lifted impatiently.

Hesitantly, Saguru walked to the edge of the stage.  If this was a crime scene… He stepped forward, eyes sweeping the area like he would when searching for clues, back straight and ready for anything.

“Okay, good,” Kaito said. “Now how would Holmes enter the same room?”

“…Oh,” Saguru said like something was finally connecting.

“Exactly.” Took long enough. “The audience doesn’t exist. You’re here, you’re Holmes, and you have a case to solve and people to see through. Now give me that cape and hat thingy.” He made grabby hands in Saguru’s direction. “This is embarrassing.”

Saguru shrugged off his costume pieces, careful not to rip any seams. “You sew?” he asked as Kaito pulled out needle and thread, seemingly from nowhere.

“Yeah,” Kaito said, grabbing the cape first. “A bit. Enough to fix the fit of things. I can’t believe they gave the girls costuming just because they assumed they could sew.”

“Statistically speaking, they are more likely to know.”

“Okay but realistically speaking, most people these days do one tiny project in elementary school—if they’re lucky enough for that—and never pick up a needle again.”

“And yet,” Saguru said, sitting down across from Kaito with a searching look, “you know how to do a fair bit more than that.”

“It’s useful.” Kaito snipped a thread, mentally going through Saguru’s numbers for shoulder width and neck, readjusting plans. Hakuba’s eyes narrowed at him. Kaito could all but feel him skirting around accusing him of being Kid in his mind. “I’m a magician,” Kaito said, because it was true and he had legitimate reasons for learning to sew. “Sometimes you need to make pockets in things that don’t have pockets. And sometimes off-the-rack clothes fit like shit and you just want them to sit right.”

He was good at sewing fast, and even better at sewing fast for temporary things. It didn’t have to be perfect; it was a crappy stage play. It just had to fit better and stay in one piece for the whole play.

“Try that on,” Kaito said after a few silent minutes of work.

Saguru obliged, settling the silly-looking cape on his shoulders again. Not perfect, Kaito reflected, seeing all the tiny flaws in his work and the original stitching, but it was much better than before and Saguru could actually move his arms now without threatening to rip it.

“Great. Now the hat.” The hat was too big, so all Kaito had to do was take in the seams a bit and readjust the brim, which, ok, was basically taking the thing apart and remaking it all over again. Details.

“Why do you care if I have a fitting costume or can act?” Saguru asked bluntly.

Kaito glanced up from dismantling the hat, brows high. “One, you’re representing the class. Two, I’m acting too and I don’t want to hold it together if you choke.”

“I still can’t believe they cast you as Watson,” Saguru said, sounding tired. Kaito didn’t check his expression, the hat taking priority, but he could all but picture Saguru pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can act,” Kaito said just as blunt. “They’re counting on me to carry the show if you trip up.”

“…Such a convenient array of skills you have,” Saguru said leadingly. “Acting, sleight of hand, making clothing fit, makeup…”

“What makes you think I know makeup?” Kaito asked.

“I overheard you giving tips about blending to Nakamori.”

Kaito sighed. “Stage makeup can be important, and if you’re going to learn stage makeup, might as well learn how to do regular makeup too. And stop implying I’m Kid. No matter how much you insinuate, I’m not going to confess.”

“Not confessing isn’t the same as not being Kid,” Saguru pointed out.

Kaito gave him a flat look before tossing the half-sewn hat in his face. “You know what? You can finish that yourself.”

Saguru blinked at him. “It’s genuinely annoying you to be accused.”

“It’s always annoyed me,” Kaito said sourly.

“You are generally tolerantly-annoyed. Or at least willing to argue.” He turned the hat pieces around in his lap. “I thought…”

“You thought what, Hakuba?”

“We had an… understanding? Dynamic?”

“I don’t mind some banter, but it gets tiring to be accused all the time. You make having a conversation into a minefield.”

“…Apologies,” Saguru said stiffly.

Kaito let him feel uncomfortable for a moment before holding out his hand with a heavy sigh. “I’ll finish the hat. Then you’re running through a scene with me until you can be Holmes to my Watson convincingly.”

Saguru handed the hat back slowly. Kaito pretended to not notice how he continued to stare a hole in Kaito’s head as Kaito bent back over his sewing. “Kuroba.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.” Saguru sounded so stiff, Kaito could think he never thanked anyone before.

Kaito waved the thanks away. “I already said it’s not for you personally or anything.”

“All the same. You did not have to help, and you are helping.”

“Just act properly on stage and we’ll call it even,” Kaito said.

Hakuba actually smiled at him. A proper smile, not the smug ones he got when he thought he knew more than Kaito or that he had Kaito cornered with some stretch of logic. It was a lot nicer than the usual smiles. “I’ll do my best.”

Kaito finished up the hat as fast as possible. They would act. Saguru would get better at it. And they could go back to their usual circling each other like wary cats some other time. Kaito tried not to let the thought of returning to normal disappoint him.

“Your hat, Holmes,” Kaito said, affecting his Watson persona.

Saguru took it with more gravity than the action deserved. “Thank you, Watson.” As he put on the hat, Kaito could finally see a bit of Holmes in him.

#hakukaiweek22 #magic kaito #fanfiction #My writing

[erodasfishtacos]

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see. 

Katsuki had to try it out. 

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead? 

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there! 

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now. 

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams. 

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person. 

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut. 

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink. 

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red. 

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon. 

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop. 

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece. 

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled. 

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head. 

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent. 

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.   

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table. 

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered. 

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease. 

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil. 

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs. 

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima. 

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead. 

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears. 

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando. 

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him. 

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites. 

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot. 

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission. 

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely. 

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling. 

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him. 

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times. 

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again. 

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down. 

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well. 

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it. 

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake. 

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome. 

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust. 

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down. 

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more. 

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle. 

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher. 

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted. 

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle. 

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings. 

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha imagines #kirishima #kirishima eijiro #kiribaku #kiribaku thirst #kiribaku smut #bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #camboy!bakugou #mha thirst #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha thirst

[ukiyokki]

mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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[darling-i-read-it]

May Queen

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: being indoctored into a cult, murder, suicide, basically the plot of midsommar

Author’s Note: This can be seen as a sequel to ‘Hug’ or it can be read on it’s own!

yeah i was a little excited that you guys wanted this one lol I don’t know if you can tell. I’ve seen this movie enough, it was about time I did something within the events of the film. I also referred to the script so some of the lines will be familiar! I hope you all enjoy!

Requested: by anon, omg your pelle fic wow; would you consider doing a sequel to it that either takes place during the events of the film or just before they arrive at Pelle's commune?

Requested: by anon, I would LOVEEE to see a sequel with pelle cause that was a pretty good fix and I think he deserves a bit more attention, I personally would like to see something happen during the events of the movie just because I think it would be interesting to see but that's just me

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“You think that Pelle asked you to go just because I’m going?” Dani asked, messing with her fingers. You were standing beside your bed, packing your suitcase slowly. Dani had already packed; she didn’t like to be unprepared.

“I don’t know...maybe he thought you would enjoy yourself more.”

“You’re acting like I’m the one who’s been dating him for these couple of months,” she told you. She was sitting on the bed, looking up at you. You nodded a bit, putting another pile of clothes inside.

“I know. I guess I’m just nervous. Meeting his whole group, going to where he grew up. I mean. I really like him. What if I fuck it up?” She shook her head and reached over to grab your arm. You looked her in the eyes.

“He really likes you. I can’t remember the last time Christian looked at me the way that Pelle looks at you.” Her eyes were honest. It made you feel bad. You should have gotten her to break up with Christian when you got the chance. But it was too late now; you were all going to Sweden.

“I suppose you’re right. Per usual.” She smiled weakly.

“Finish packing.”

=======

Pelle almost wanted to tell you about the whole thing. When he was on the plane, it crossed his mind to let you in on the whole scheme of things. The May Queen, the festival, all of it.

But he bit his tongue. That was tradition.

You arrived in Sweden well and took the trek up to where the first stop was. It was beautiful. Truly, it was stunning.

Pelle held your hand the whole way until you arrived at the first spot. There were people around the grassy hills, scattered around. Pelle got out of the car.

“These are other people from America that my friends have brought!” he exclaimed. He gestured to the many people around. You looked around, gazing at the nice afternoon. He grabbed your arm and started to drag you along.

“Hey, don’t rip it off!” you joked and he eased up.

“Sorry, I’m quite excited!” You smiled sweetly at his happiness.

“Me too!” He approached some people and started to introduce them when a man behind you started to yell. You turned around quickly, surprised at the loud noise. Pelle turned around too and his smile only grew.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said and then ran over to the approaching man. They embraced each other, hugging tightly.

“Everyone, this is my brother Ingemar. Ingemar this is Christian, Dani, Mark, Josh and my girlfriend, Y/N,” Pelle said. Ingemar followed where Pelle pointed, shaking hands with everyone. He paid special attention to you, his smile getting wider. You could tell that he and Pelle were related.

“Nice to meet you all. This is Simon and Connie from London,” he said, gesturing to the others behind him. “Simon and Connie this is Pelle and...all the names I just remembered two seconds ago,” Ingemar said laughing. Simon and Connie said hello. “Perfect timing by the way.”

Ingemar pulled out a bag of mushrooms from his pocket. Your eyes went wide.

“We just took these five minutes ago. Haven’t even started feeling the effects yet,” he explained.

“Oh shit!” Mark said, happily.

“Do you all want to take it now or should we get settled in?” Pelle asked.

“Fuck it, let’s take it now!” Mark said. You weren’t too sure about that. You trusted Pelle and everyone of course but in the new environment...it rubbed you the wrong way. Thankfully, Dani turned to speak to Christian about it.

“I think I want to get settled in first.” Christian was about to speak but you cut him off.

“Me too. You guys go and have fun, we’ll keep each other company,” you said. Pelle turned to you.

“Are you sure? I assure you it’s safe,” he said in a soft voice. You smiled kindly and put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I know! I just wanna get settled. Dani and I can handle ourselves, I promise.” He gave you a longer look, just to check that you were alright and then nodded. You turned back to Dani who grabbed your arm desperately.

“Thank you,” she whispered. You nodded.

“No thank you.”

=====

It wasn’t until the next day, Dani’s birthday, that you were able to get on further. You and Dani played some card games that you had brought with you while you waited for the effects to wear off for everyone else.

Christian came over to sleep beside Dani, still high. Pelle came over to you and braided your hair and then unbraided your hair, making very long sentences that didn’t make sense to whisper in your ear.

But when you arrived at the commune it was bright and sunny. Pelle rushed around, hugging people and introducing you and the group to everyone. You were able to get some blankets to sit on the grass, while everyone got their things together.

There was a group of girls dancing around in circles, wearing all white.

“You should go join,” Pelle suggested, gesturing to you and Dani. She shook her head a bit.

“Oh no, I’m too scared,” Dani said sheepishly. You nodded in agreement.

“Maybe another time.” Christian stood up.

“Hey can I join…” he started turning to Pelle.

“You’re American. Just jam yourself in,” he said. Christian nodded and walked away. “I think I’ll join him,” Simon said and was quickly followed by the rest of the group except you, Pelle and Dani. There was a moment of silence as you watched them go.

“Hey, just real quick,” Pelle said, digging for something in his pocket. He took out two pieces of paper and handed them to you and Dani. You both opened them to reveal gorgeously drawn pictures of yourselves wearing flower crowns. “For you Dani, think of it as a birthday present. For you Y/N, I imagine it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh Pelle,” Dani said. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” you asked, brushing your finger over it. He smiled and shrugged.

“Just a thank you.”

“Well thank you for it,” you said. “I got Dani a new sweater. Christian forgot.” Pelle raised his eyebrow and you shared a look.

“I forgot to tell him...it’s my fault,” Dani explained. You shook your head.

“I tend to disagree,” you muttered. You folded the picture back up and put it in your pocket. You put your head on Pelle’s shoulders “But I think Christian is rude.”

“Perhaps you are too judgemental,” Pelle mused. “But I tend to agree with you regardless.” You and Dani laughed a bit. “We should probably go and catch up with them in case they get lost.”

=====

You got settled in in one of the large buildings, plenty of beds against the walls. Pelle was on the bed to your right while Dani slept on the one to your left.

“All right, beauty rest! Tomorrow’s a big day!” Pelle announced. You had one of the books you had brought open on your lap but you looked up at him.

“What’s tomorrow?” you asked.

“First of the big cerinomines,” he said mysteriously.

“So you’re just going to be weird and cryptic?” Josh asked, laughing a bit. Pelle pauses and then took Josh's notebook, writing something inside. You made an attempt to look but it was not a word that you recognized.

“What’s that?” Christian questioned. Pelle shrugged and laid down in his bed. You faced him, on the bed beside him.

“What is it?” you whispered to him. He gave you a teasing smile.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I will come over there and tickle it out of you,” you threatened. He chuckled and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. But he put his arm back behind him, reaching across the space between your two beds.

You grabbed it and rubbed his knuckles anxiously.

=====

There was a very odd breakfast the next day but you tried not to judge. You wanted to really appreciate Pelle’s culture and understand it. He had admired you for your understanding and he knew you would make an effort.

That’s why he chose to love you.

You were the obvious choice.

After that you walked out to a cliffside where most of the people were already out and lined up. You were curious to find complete silence. Everyone was silent as it happened and you were able to do nothing but watch as these two elderly people stood up on top of the cliff.

When the first person, a woman, jumped, you grabbed Pelle, putting your hand in front of your mouth. He grabbed you and wrapped his arms around you but it didn’t change the look of serenity on his face.

Simon was standing next to Ingemar yelling as the man approached the cliffside.

You had your face in Pelle’s arms. You were shaking.

“It is the way of life,” he whispered to you. Simon was still screaming. Another elder was talking to him and you could feel Pelle want to move toward them but he stayed beside you. “It is our way of recycling them and their gifts.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head a bit. You met Dani’s eyes. She wasn’t showing much emotion other than shock. You didn’t blame her.

“They’re dead,” you whispered. He nodded and put his hands on your upper arms.

“And it is an honor to have died that way.” You weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted to be understanding, to try and understand him and his ways. You would want that from him. But he should have prepared you more for that.

You walked over to Dani and walked beside her on the way back to the houses.

=====

“I’m leaving,” Dani said.

“I don’t blame you.” She was already packing a bag. You sat down on your bed, head in your hands. You took a deep breath and leaned back on the bed.

“Are you coming with me?” she asked. Her voice was shaking. She was clearly shaken up by all of this.

“No,” you muttered. “I’m not leaving Pelle yet.”

“Not even after that?” Her voice was quiet but it was urgent. You shook your head a bit.

“I just have to talk to him. He should have warned us more, of course but....it’s what he’s been raised to believe is normal. I don’t think I should think of it as a bad thing.”

“We just watched people die!” You stood up off the bed and put your hands on your upper arms, steading her.

“You can go home and I will not blame you. In the slightest. I just think I should stay longer,” you told her. She nodded solemnly. She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and nodded again.

=====

Before bed that night Pelle approached you. You were standing outside of the bed house, leaning against it to try and clear your thoughts. You almost completely ignored him but in the end you locked eyes with him as he approached.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you adequate warning,” he said sympathetically. He grabbed your hand and held it. “I thought you would understand but I know now that it was wrong of me to assume.” You shook your head quickly.

“I understand it was just...a shock,” you muttered. He nodded and kissed your forehead softly.

“You are completely safe here. I want you to know that.” He looked you in the eyes when he said it. You believed him. You nodded back and gestured to the house.

“Let’s get some shut eye huh? And maybe warn me if we see another person...you know.” You made a slicing gesture across your neck. He laughed gently and nodded, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you inside.

=====

Dani walked up to you, still distraught but less so. You were standing beside Pelle the next day as he kneeled in front of the ground picking some vegetables. You turned to her as she walked up, ready to handle whatever she was about to throw at you.

“Hey,” you said, taking the step away from Pelle and toward her.

“Hi. Did you see Simon left without Connie?” she asked. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head.

“Seriously? What a dick.” She clearly felt a little bit off put by it so you lowered your voice. “You think it’s weird?” Dani nodded a bit.

“I don’t know...it’s a little weird. They seemed so close.” You nodded. They did seem close.

“I don’t know...something to keep in mind I suppose.” She nodded quickly in agreement.

======

Dinner that night was simple pastries. You were pleased. The last food they had given you wasn’t your kind of taste. You sat between Pelle and Dani again.

“Have you seen Connie?” Dani asked you quietly. You shook your head.

“Excuse me but I know what happened,” a man sitting beside Mark said. “Her boyfriend called the landline from the train station. She begged us to drive her so we took her down to the station.” You nodded slowly, glancing at Pelle. He shrugged, seemingly in agreement.

“Why would Simon leave without her?” you asked quietly.

“I can see you doing that,” Dani muttered at Christian. You wanted to laugh so you turned to Pelle, sneaking a smile. He shrugged with a smile on his face also.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christian asked.

“Nevermind.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Pelle said quietly, so only you could hear. You ate a bite of the pastry proudly.

“You’re damn right.”

======

One of the important books was stolen that night. They announced it at breakfast.

“Where is your friend Josh?” one of the elders asked, after breakfast. You, Christian, Dani and Pelle all stood in front of the two elders, caught like a deer in headlights.

“I know. We have no idea,” Christian said.

“He and your other friend disappear in the same day. You understand how that looks.”

“Yes obviously, but we swear to you we are not a part of this,” Christian said. Dani shuffled a bit.

“We did see Mark go off with one of the girls last night,” she said.

“Which girl?”

“Inga,” Pelle said.

“But Mark wouldn’t have done this. Josh, though, he came to bed with us, and when we woke up, he was gone. And if he did take that book, I just pray you understand we do not identify as friends of his, or collaborators, or anything. I certainly don't vouch for him and we'd be so embarrassed to be connected to this in any way,” Christian explained.

“I feel responsible,” Pelle said. The elders nodded a bit.

“Well you and Odd can go looking. Perhaps you can redeem them,” one of the elders said. You didn’t want Pelle to leave. You didn’t like it when you were separated here. You believed him when he said you were safe but...it was still a little odd. “You two will be going with the women for the day’s activity,” he said to you and Dani. “And Siv asks to see you in her house,” she said to Christian.

You glanced at Pelle as he left. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, almost saying ‘do well!’.

=====

You and Dani got dressed in white shirts with flower crowns. It made you a tad bit nervous but at least you had her.

She gestured to the drink they were handing out. Cups had been given to both of you to drink it.

“Can I ask what’s in this?” Dani asked one of the girls.

“It’s...tea for the dancing competition.” You raised an eyebrow but took a glass anyway. Dani looked back at you and you shrugged.

“I’ll beat you,” you muttered.

“Try me.”

You both took drinks of the tea.

Your head became fuzzy the second it hit your throat. You hadn’t taken those drugs before hand and you almost didn’t want to do it now but it was already done. Your feet were moving along with the girls, tossing bodies left and right it felt like.

You lost sight of Dani very quickly.

You were running and jumping and laughing until the elder lady yelled to stop then you kept dancing.

Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing.

Dancing.

It seemed to go on forever. Your mind was hazed, your head hurt, your glances were so quick they gave you whiplash. You were smiling brightly when they announced they were down to the final eight. You finally saw Dani again, in the eight with you.

All of the fallen dancers had sat off on the side. You saw Christian, looking hilariously out of place. And Pelle.

Your heart swelled with love for Pelle. You could barely know anything else for a moment as you stared at him.

You couldn’t see it but in that moment, Dani believed she learned how much she hated Christian.

Then more dancing.

People were speaking and then it was just you and Dani, holding hands, dancing around in a circle, tired and out of breath. She stared at you and a smile went over her face as she held your hand.

And then she tripped. You stopped dancing and someone ran up to you, putting their hands on your shoulder.

“It’s over?” you asked.

“You are our May Queen!” they yelled. You were still hazzed. Each face looked the same. The people running up to you were strangers but you felt nothing but warmth for them. They placed a different flower crown atop your head.

Pelle ran up to you smiling brightly.

“Wow! May Queen, my love!” he said, giving you a strong kiss, both his hands resting on your cheeks. You were smiling brightly and then he was gone. You didn’t want him to go.

They carried you on a platform to a dinner table where you sat at the head, Dani beside you and Pelle on the other side as usual.

One of the elders stood at the end of the dinner.

“Now it is traditional for the May Queen to bless our crops and livestock. And after the luck you just inherited from that salt herring, we should all be doubly encouraged.” You looked around nervously.

“Can Pelle come with me?”

“No. The Queen must ride alone.”

You were starting to come to your own and realize how crazy this all was. How did you get here? How would you get out of here? You found yourself hoping you didn’t get out of here though. This felt like home. Some form of home. As you walked to the carriage you saw a glimpse of the pride on Pelle’s face.

It made you immensely happy.

======

They made you do a ritual in Swedish and you did your best with the limited knowledge of the language you knew. You went to Siv’s house, where she blessed you. You wondered where Dani was. You hoped she was alright. You should have let her become the May Queen. You should have let her win, just so you knew she was alright.

The women left you alone for only a moment where they ushered Pelle into the house with all of the beds where you were. He was still smiling that bright smile as he rushed up to you, hugging you tightly to him.

“You have no idea the amount of honor and pride you have brought to me. I am so very proud of you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You tried not to get too flustered with your smile in return.

“So I get my picture up on that wall?” you questioned. He nodded pleasantly.

“Yes you will!” He kissed you passionately and you let him, allowing him to dip you a bit. “And you will be allowed to stay here, with the family.”

You didn’t even react. You didn’t feel the need to.

“With you?”

“Yes of course. You will be mine and I will be yours.”

You nodded happily.

“Where is Dani?” you asked.

“She is alright, she’s with the other women preparing. She is also going to stay.” You wanted to laugh of joy with that. “It is time for the final of the ceremonies,” he told you. “You will finally be able to give Christian what you think he deserves, if you wish it.”

He placed an even larger flower crown atop your head.

“And a dress as well, to fit a Queen.”

He gestured to the large flower dress in the room you hadn’t even noticed. He kissed you once more.

“It is time for the final ceremony. I’ll help you put on the dress. Are you ready?” he asked. He looked at you patiently. You nodded.

“Yes, I am.”

#pelle x reader #midsommar imagines #pelle imagines

[devikyuu]

Fluffy Love

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader Tags: Angst with Happy Ending Summary: You firmly believe that you aren’t worth loving. Word Count: 4.0k

“I don’t think I’ll experience a fluffy kind of love.” You confess to your friend.

“The fuck are you talking about?” They don’t even pay attention to you. Choosing to continue scrolling through their phone.

You grumble a bit. “You know, like...” You trail off on your words, wondering how to explain to your clueless friend. “Like when that other person just loves you so much and they just give you flowers or they just want to cuddle or when you both stare at each other with so much love.” As you say these things, you imagine all of that in your head. “No way in hell that type of love is real.”

“Man, shut your ass.” They yawn. “You’ll get that kind of love. Just wait.” They stand to stretch and your eyes go back to the TV that’s playing an action movie you’re not really paying attention to. “I’m gonna go back. I still have a lot of shit to do. I’ll see you soon.” They grab their things and before they could leave, you call out to them.

However, you hesitate on what to tell them and decide to send an insult. “You’ve been swearing too much lately. Tone it down.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They roll their eyes and murmur. “As if you don’t swear.”

“I heard that.”

They give you the universal sign of ‘fuck you’ and leave.

When they do, you pause the movie and breathe out a sigh.

“I always give everything no questions asked, though.” 

-----

It’s been weeks since you’ve opened up to your friend about what you think and you’ve been drowning in endless amounts of projects that seem like a mountain whenever you see them.

You stare gloomily at your laptop before deciding that maybe you need to go outside. Your face cringes just thinking about it. But you really needed a break.

Grabbing a jacket and wearing some shoes, you decide to just walk around the park nearby. Maybe even just sit on a bench and look around just admiring everything.

What you don’t expect on this little break, however, is a gorgeous man with messy brown hair coming up to you and saying, “Hi! My friend kept looking at you and was wondering if you’d want to be his--”

The man, who later on you find out is Oikawa Tooru, was cut off by a hit to the head that seemed way too hard to be a normal hit.

“Iwa-chaaaaaan,” He whines, “I’m just trying to get you a date!” He tries to justify himself but looking at this ‘Iwa-chan’ guy, he seems thoroughly annoyed. Though you couldn’t deny that this man also looked gorgeous.

“Shut up, Shittykawa.” As he grumbles, he looks at you with an apologetic look. “Sorry to bother you, we’ll take our leave now.”

Without any other words to say, ‘Iwa-chan’ grabs his friend's collar and drags him away. Truthfully speaking, it’s a funny sight that makes you giggle a little bit.

Before they’re both too far away to hear you, you decide to speak. “I’m not looking for a date but we can definitely be friends.”

With a soft smile like yours, Iwaizumi can only stare with an amazed look on his face which doesn’t escape Oikawa’s vision. With a smirk, Oikawa decides to answer you. “Perfect! My name is Oikawa Tooru. This is Iwa-cha--” Yet again he is hit on the head, but lightly this time.

“I’m Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, Iwaizumi-san, Oikawa-san, I’m (L/n) (Y/n).”

Once again, Iwaizumi is given a chance to see your smile and he wishes to see more of that in the future. 

“It was nice to meet you, but I have some things to do back home. Would you like to exchange numbers?” 

----

To explain your friendship with your new friends, it was a wild ride.

Oikawa was fun to tease and Iwaizumi seems content that he's not the only one who thinks that Oikawa is a piece of trash ("This is called tough love." You both tell Oikawa to which he only pouts at).

Sometimes, Oikawa has to bail out on your hangouts due to volleyball but you find that you don't really mind.

You and Iwaizumi get closer. Going on a first name basis that makes you feel comfortable enough to ask him to join you on spontaneous ideas you come up with. 

"I don't understand how I let you talk me through this."

"I have super powers. Deal with it."

You tell (F/n) about all your adventures with Hajime and you even introduce them to both Oikawa and Hajime.

"I feel like I'd be punching Oikawa a lot. Is that normal?"

"Please, be our guest."

"Iwa-chaaaaan."

As your friendship with Hajime gets closer, you find that you feel more comfortable with him than you do with Oikawa.

You open up about it to your friend and they start teasing you about how you're falling in love with him.

"I am not. I just find them really easy to talk to. I find it easy to talk to you but I'm not in love with you."

"True. But you also don't talk about me twenty-four seve--"

"I do not talk about Hajime twenty-four seven."

"... Right. And who's the topic of this conversation?"

Your pride refuses to answer that question.

You ask Hajime if he wanted to take a walk with you since you decided to take a break from your schoolwork. You also asked Oikawa but he said he had to bail this time. Hajime confirms that he could walk with you, though.

You were having such a great time talking and walking with Hajime that you didn't see him clenching and unclenching his fists nervously.

Before you could rant more about how you hate the projects and the teachers in your classes, Hajime stops walking. You stop walking, too. Confused with his actions.

That's when you finally notice the way that his cheeks are slightly pink (From the cold, maybe?) and his hands that keep opening and closing.

"Hajime? What's up? Are you okay?" Genuinely concerned. "You didn't have to come walk with me if you felt a little under the weather, you know?"

Hajime is quiet for a while. 

"No. No, it's not that. I'm fine, really."

You're just even more confused now. "Then, what's up?" Your eyebrow is raised, waiting for him to answer you. 

He stays quiet and you patiently wait for him to speak.

"You don't' have to be so nervous, you kno--"

“Do you want to get into a relationship?” He asks and you’re stunned to silence. 

"With… who?"

"With, uh, with me." His fists are clenching together even faster now. You're still stunned at what he said.

But at the same time, you feel confused. There’s an ache in your chest that makes you feel queasy. It makes your face scrunch a little. 

“You want to be with me...?” You look at him properly to see if there are any indications that this is all a joke or he’s lying, but all you see is a red face.

Iwaizumi’s blush is as clear as day and he looks away from you to hide that, you assume. He sticks his hands in his pockets before answering you. “Yes.”

You want to say yes, but you think about all the times you’ve loved with an end of you giving your everything until there’s nothing left. Until you’re running out of things to say and do. Until they’ve decided that they don’t want to be with you anymore. Until you’ve become broken enough to care about nothing anymore.

“Hajime, I…” you try to accept, you really do, but you’re too afraid. “I’m sorry…” 

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed but it also seems like he expected this outcome. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’d still like to be friends, though. If that’s possible.”

You hear him, but you dive back into memories you never wanted to go back to. Your desperate attempts to make them stay, telling them that you’d do better and that you’d fix whatever you thought you broke.

The memories of when they ghost you for months. The memories of waiting for them to reply to your messages that only get shorter. The memories of them just ending everything despite waiting patiently for them to come back.

When you come to, he’s still in front of you. Waiting for an answer. He notices the far away look you had just a few seconds ago but he decides not to comment on it. Instead, he settles with, “Are you okay?”

You blink away the memories and look at him.

Why would such a nice guy come to you? Do you deserve this?

No, you don’t. 

“Yeah!” You try to say in a cheery tone that contradicts with your behavior and shaky voice. “I’m okay. I’m sorry, Iwaizumi-san, but I--” you cut yourself off. 

Is this really the best thing to do?

You sigh and force yourself to push the words out of your mouth. “I don’t think we can stay friends, either.” You look away with guilt that bursts throughout your entire body. Making your feet curl, your fingers itching to turn into fists, and your chest feels heavier and heavier the longer you stand in front of Iwaizumi.

“Oh.”

He sounds disappointed, again. 

‘It’s for the best.’ You convince yourself. ‘Apologize and walk away. You don’t deserve this.’

“I’m really sorry, Iwaizumi-san. Goodbye.” You walk away from him, with a heavy mind and a heavy chest. The further you walk away from him, the more your chest feels like it’s dragging you down and slowing your movements. 

As you continue to walk, a tiny part of you hopes he decides to chase you. You hope he decides to hold your hand or call out to you. Just anything that implies he would chase after you.

But Iwaizumi is a nice and respectful man. This is reality and your hopes are based on fantasies and cliches. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one holding your hand. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one calling out to you.

You’re in your room with the lights off, under your blanket, seeking for any kind of warmth to make the cold disappear. Staring at the ceiling, the wall, the laundry that’s piling up, the table that has your laptop, the mirror, and back to your ceiling.

You want to cry, but tell yourself that you have no right to. You made that decision and you were the one who said it was for the best. You try to fall asleep but the lump in your throat makes it hard. Sighing in frustration, a tear falls from your eye.

“Tsk.”

Sighing again, you sit up and stare at a random spot in your room. Letting your thoughts roam free. Letting them dance in your head that only seems to taunt you.

In the barely lit room, you see your phone light up. You stare at it until the light is gone and stare at it for a few more seconds before deciding to check on the notification.

‘You good?’

Is what the message says. Your friend knew that you’d be with Iwaizumi today. Even teased you about it. But how’d they know to check up on you?

Another message was sent. 

‘Iwaizumi asked me to check up on you. Want me to come over?’

And of course Iwaizumi asks your friend to check up on you. 

You think about it for a while, but ultimately decide that you don’t want to see anyone. But you do tell them everything that happened. Your insecurities and hesitance to get into a relationship. It all stumbles out. 

‘I’m going to call you.’

Before you could do anything, their contact name shows up and you decide to just answer the call.

It’s silent on the other side for a while and you’re too drained to say anything or clarify that they’re in the call.

It’s silent for a few more moments until they decide to finally speak. 

“I understand that you’re hesitant and afraid, (Y/n), I really do. I’d be afraid, too.” They start. “But it’s not fair to assume that with every person you meet.”

“But they used to be like that. What if Iwa is the same? I don’t think I can handle another, (F/n). I’ll break even more. I can’t…” You trail off, afraid to continue because the tears have decided to finally fall and a sob is ready to force itself out of your throat.

“(Y/n).” Their tone is firm. “Didn’t you want to experience that fluffy love that you talked about? The one about… uh…” Your friend trails off, trying to remember your words. It made you choke out a little laugh. “The one about buying you flowers or cuddling and shit.”

You sniff and wipe your nose with your shirt. “Well, yeah. I do.” You admit. “But I firmly believe that I'm not deserving of it.”

“You can’t decide how deserving you are of something. It doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts other people as well.” You stay quiet as they speak. “Don’t you like this guy, (Y/n)?” They ask. “Everyone is deserving of love. Even you. So if you want this dude, and he wants you, why not give him a chance?”

Your conversation lasted a bit longer. Talking about anything once the main purpose of the call was somewhat over. Before your friend actually hangs up the call, they give you one more piece of advice. “Talk to him, okay?” 

You say your goodbyes and you’re left in your own thoughts again. This time, with the wise words of your friend instead of your negative ones.

----

“They rejected me.” Is what Iwaizumi tells his closest friend. “Said that they couldn’t be friends with me either.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa met up after the whole fiasco happened.  With Oikawa wanting to know what happened, they stayed in a coffee shop to put caffeine into their system and hopefully ease the heartache that Iwaizumi is most likely feeling.

“Well, I can still be friends with her, right?” Oikawa teasingly tells his friend but quickly stops when he sees the focused look Iwaizumi has.

“They looked like they wanted to say yes. But they stopped themselves.” Iwaizumi’s mind drifts back to your torn look and fear filled eyes. He wonders what you’ve been through. “I asked (F/n) to check on them.”

“Always such a gentleman aren’t you.”

“Shut up.”

The two friends are surrounded by a comfortable silence but with the silence comes the noisy mind of Hajime.

He wanted to ask you what was wrong, but you said it yourself. You didn’t want to be friends. He wanted to respect your decision but he wanted to check on you. He wanted to ease your pain in any way that he could. He couldn’t just leave you to your own suffering but he didn’t want to scare you away. 

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Oikawa suddenly asks.

“Huh?”

“You’re always such a gentleman.” Oikawa explains. “Try being selfish for once. You want to run to them, don’t you? You want to check on them and ask why they seem so hesitant.” Oikawa looks at Iwaizumi and gives him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you chase after them? You like them a lot, right?”

Iwaizumi is silent as he stares at his cup of coffee. He did want to chase you. But what if you didn’t want him to?

“What if they don’t want to be chased?”

“You said they wanted to say yes but stopped themselves. Is that not proof enough?”

For the rest of the day, Oikawa’s question repeats in his mind no matter how much he tries to get it out. 

He thinks about Oikawa's words so much that he thinks about it for days until he suddenly finds himself going to your apartment. Knocking on your door. 

His anxiety grows every second that you don’t open the door. 

God, what if you weren’t even home?

His feet start tapping on the floor and he places his hands in his pockets. Clenching and unclenching them. 

His movements stop once the door finally opens.

---

“Hajime? What are you doing here?” Seeing him made your chest tug a little (either from happiness or guilt, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was a mix of both?). “Did you need something?”

Hajime only stares at you and he looks as confused as you are. With the cold breeze of the night, you thought it wise to bring Hajime inside before he gets a cold.

“Do you want a drink?”

He declines your offer and you’re both swallowed in awkward silence. The last time you’ve spoken to each other was his confession.

That you rejected.

And then proceeded to say that you didn’t want to be friends.

So to say that the silence was awkward was the understatement of the century.

'Talk to him, okay?'

Your friend's words echo in your head but you decide to ignore it. Trying to tell yourself that the heavy air between you and Iwaizumi is just in your head.

You wanted to sit down and offer Hajime a seat but the words are stuck in your throat. Why? Most likely because of the awkward tension that’s happening. However, you try to push out the words.

“Do you want to--”

“About the--”

Both of you shut up after hearing the other person speak. Hajime gives you the chance to speak, but you decided to hear him first. After all, he did come for you. Didn’t he?

Motioning for him to speak first, he clears his throat. “About the confession that happened, I kind of noticed that you were... hesitant.”

Everything seemed to stop for you. He noticed that? It was back to the silence but it was more suffocating this time. For the both of you. While you were diving back into unwanted memories, Hajime was back to overthinking.

Was that a mistake to point out? Did he make you uncomfortable? Was that something you weren't ready to talk about? Oh god, he probably screwed up real bad. 

You and Hajime continue to be surrounded by the tight silence. Anxiety eating away at you both for different reasons.

“Uh, (Y/n)?” 

“Oh. Sorry, Hajime.” 

You debate on telling him the truth or a half truth. But seeing him in front of you late in the evening, you think that he deserves to hear the reason why you rejected him. 

Swallowing your pride and anxiety, you tell him why you rejected him in the first place.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“That when I get with you, it’ll end the same." Your voice starts to get shaky at this point. Memories and experiences playing through your mind that make you hold your arm as tight as you could just to ground yourself.

"That when I get with you, I’ll be the one chasing you. I’ll be the one begging for you to come back. I’ll blame you for making the first move in everything but in the end I’ll forgive you because that’s how stupid I am when it comes to all this love bullshit.

“I’ll have to see you move on faster than I ever could and I’ll be in my room closed off from the world because I’ve given everything I could ever give to you and I’ll start thinking that you used me and that you were bored and I was just someone you could pass the time with. That I'm someone you never really cared for or loved.”

The tears are slowly falling down your face as new tears form in your eyes. The hurt in them is as clear as day and your eyebrows scrunching in frustration of yourself. You’ve told yourself that you’ve moved on and that you’re doing better without them.  That you're completely fine wanting something that you know you could never get. 

So why does your chest constrict so much that you're gripping on your shirt like a lifeline?

Why do you feel hurt even when you've convinced yourself everyday that no one could ever love you?

Did you not convince yourself enough?

“I’m afraid you’re gonna leave like the rest, I’m afraid I’m gonna run out of things to say, I’m afraid I’m gonna love so hard I’ll have nothing left to give and when I have nothing left to give you'll see it pointless to be with me. I’m so afraid, Hajime.” Your tears are falling faster now. Your voice shakes even more as you repeat how afraid you are to love. You’re facing downward but your eyes are shut tight. Hoping that that’s enough to stop your mind from thinking of anything. “I’m afraid I’m not worthy to be loved.”

As Hajime listens, his heart breaks in big chunks. Breaking into even more pieces as it hits the ground. His brows are furrowed, his eyes stare holes into you, hoping that you’d look at him so you can see how he only wants to love you the way you deserve to be loved, to care for you the way you deserve to be cared for, and to help you the way you deserve to be helped.

He wants to hold you, comfort you, show you that you do deserve to be loved. He’ll remind you every chance he gets. Even if you don’t believe it at first, he’ll be patient with you.

He tries to take a quiet step forward but you hear the quiet shuffle that his movements make and you take a step back. That makes Hajime question his movements. Should he not go to you?

“Don’t.” You whisper so quietly with tears still falling and Hajime wants to wipe those tears away. 

He decides to trust Oikawa for once and be selfish. He continues to walk towards you until he’s finally able to hug you. Holding your head against his shoulder and rubbing your back soothingly.

“I’m sorry for hugging you so suddenly,” he starts softly, “but I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” He hugs you tighter and he notices how you’re slowly relaxing into his hug. Whether you’re consciously or unconsciously doing it is beyond him. “You deserve to be loved. I’ll help you realize that. No matter how long it takes.” 

You stay in his hug for a while but it doesn’t seem like Hajime minds. You try to take a peek at him but he’s already looking at you with so much worry but there’s also so much love that it makes you feel emotional again.

Your doubts start spilling out and before you can even stop yourself, you’re asking him in a hushed voice, thinking that the moment would disappear if you disrupt the silence that envelops you both. “But what if you leave? What if I run out of love to give? What if you decide I’m not worth your time?”

Hajime continues to look at your eyes, trying to look for answers in them.

How could you think that way when you have so much to give? How could you think that when you’re so selfless to the people you love? How could he ever leave you when you’re so imperfectly perfect in his eyes?

The silence that follows your questions only gives you room to stare at him back. As you stare, you start thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’ll give it one more shot.

“I will stay for as long as you have me.” Is what he replies with and that’s more than enough for you. “We’ll take it slow, I promise.” Hajime’s arm circles around your waist, pulling you close until there’s barely any space left. His head is leaning in, thinking that he would kiss you, you close your eyes. But instead, you only feel his forehead touching yours. “I’ll let you call on the shots, okay?”

You can feel him breathe and it calms you. His words overwhelm you enough to have tears in your eyes again. He’s going to let you decide. He’s putting you first. Your eyes squeeze shut even more, hoping to stop the tears from flowing but it’s all in vain.

Even if the tears flow, he’s there to wipe them away and it feels warm and it feels comforting. Like you could breathe. Like your anxieties are being wiped away with those tears. 

With a shaky voice, you reply.

“Okay.”

This fic was longer than I expected. However! I like how it turned out! I hope you guys liked this too and I hope you all know that you’re worthy of love even if you don’t think so :))

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