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ajaxsprettyboy · 10 months

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Baseball Boy

himbo professional athlete x loser streamer/ YouTuber idia (has smut who knew)

This is also compensation for Lilia fic taking so long LMAOOO I promise it’s coming </3 but in the meantime enjoy idia being autistic and gay !

Image coming home from practice or a game and he’s jus like “oh!! Hi!! Do you wanna say hi to the chat? We were watching your game!!” Or “oh hey!! how was practice?” (Both texted cause he’s like on the other side of the house in a noise canceling room) Let’s go with baseball for this cause I know the most abt it

He’d know only what you tell him about the sport but by god is he your biggest fan. Not a clue in the fuckin world while people watch the game with him, he doesn’t care unless you’re on screen.

“THATS MY HUSBAND!!!” Tweeted 90809090909962726393639473297011827376101 times with each thing you do to help your team. If you catch a fly ball or an absolute rocket of a line drive he’s so proud of you, hell even if you sucked ass he’d still be proud of you.

He likes your uniform and how muscular you are, even if you’re shorter than him you make him feel so small and cute.

So very insanely proud of you. You hit a dinger? Proud husband. You strike out? Proud husband. You walk? Proud husband. You hit a little piddler? Proud husband. Anything you do when you’re on the field or batting makes him so proud.

If you lose? In his eyes you still did amazing. If you win? Oh he’s so fucking happy for you he might pee a little. He’s almost as happy for you as he was when he found out you made the team, to put it in perspective. His favorite memories with you are your first day being a couple, your first Valentine’s together, your proposal and most importantly your wedding day.

Oh but if he’s not streaming when you come home and you’re looking for a little relief oh by god is he excited. He’s not excited because you’re stressed but he’s excited because he loves the feeling of you engulfing him in your muscles (absolutely ADORES your strong thighs, would fuck them for hours if you let him). When he hears the door slam shut he can’t help but get a little hard.

When he hears you grumble and complain he goes downstairs and comes over to awkwardly comfort you. It’s not like he’s not used to your presence or anything but he’s absolutely not used to getting so riled up and trying to be a good, caring, comforting husband. He just can’t help it.

The annoyed, frustrated look on your face as you exasperatedly throw yourself down on the couch. He sits beside you, stumbling over his words as he tries to get you calmed down, usually it works. Not because he’s incredibly good at comforting but instead because his cute expression makes you feel better. He always has the pink flushed tips when you reach over and kiss him, he loves the kisses, yes, but they still take him by surprise.

If you signal to him you want to go up to your shared bedroom and have some fun, he’s more than willing but oh so embarrassed. If you tell him to go upstairs, strip, and lay down he’s following your orders like an obedient puppy. Although he just kinda lays there naked and hard without any like… pose or anything, he lays like he’s a flat board. It is cute though, the blush on his face, the pink tips of his hair and the twitch of his cock make up for it.

If you top hes so good for you, he adores the praise. If you want him to top, however, he’s still- after all these years going to treat you like you’re made of glass. Even if you regularly bottom, until you tell him to manhandle you while he tops he’s going to be incredibly gentle.

Idia is a switch leaning sub and a verse leaning bottom, so don’t expect to constantly be on top and dominant. He also has a pretty high sex drive but he’s never going to tell you that. I personally hc him as autistic so I think he wouldn’t really know he’s horny until he’s painfully hard and desperate for you (I know because I do this). Please help him out, he was watching your game and you just looked so good on the feild and he’s sorry he doesn’t mean to be a creep but he just couldn’t stop looking :(

If you reassure him whenever this happens he’ll try to initiate sex but he gets nervous and chickens out. If you tell him it’s okay and it’s hot and endearing that he’s so in love with you he’s going to blush and shy away (into your chest). If you don’t say anything and just immediately start giving him signs you want to fuck he’s going to over think it, despite the many times he’s been caught rewatching highlights of you in your games. If you tell him before hand that it’s okay and there’s no need to worry before you give him the fuck me eyes he’s gonna be much much calmer in the beginning.

He’s so egar to please you it’s so cute, lay him down and have your way with him please that’s all he wants. Well unless he wants to dom and top, it’s rare but it happens. If that happens he’s usually a soft dom, keyword usually. If he’s a hard dom be prepared to have to take at least an hour of aftercare. It’s not often that he gets the confidence to do something like that but when he does oh it’s amazing. It’s amazing but god you’re sore after. He feels bad after but with your reassurance he feels better about it. It happens so rarely it’s like a fever dream.

If he’s submissive, oh he’s just going to lay back and let you do all the work. And you’d best savor those sweet sounds he makes because he swears he’ll never make them again (he will. Just pound his ass he’ll be a mess).

#snow.writes #twst x male reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst reader insert #twst smut #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia autism truther #idia x male reader #idia smut #i #twisted wonderland idia

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joonipertree · 1 year

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love in all its glory (in all of its efforts)

Love is a million things. It's fear, fondness, warmth, endearment, the want, the compromises, the desperation.

Rin loves you in all of its complexities.

(or: he fucked up and realised he adores the fuck out of you)

cw: blood (not a lot), brief mention of past head injury.

pairing: Haitani Rindou × gn!reader

tags: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, Haitani Rin is very much in love, fluff

A/N: I got my heartbroken a few months ago and I wrote this to redefine what love is for me. love takes effort and I simply wish someone would try with their everything.

Rin’s bike had sped through the streets he didn’t really want to care to remember, (hearing the shrieks of fifteen year old you, telling him to slow down. He didn’t listen like he never listened to you back then. ‘You’re gonna get hurt, jackass.’).

It swerved into your neighbourhood and he nearly crashed to a stop, stumbling onto the curb and letting himself run on autopilot. When he made it to your gate, he jumped over (hearing your grunts as you tried to parkour yourself in like he did.

‘I am more than capable of doing this but help.’

He remembered laughing as he held out his arms for you.)

Rindou’s body slammed into the wooden door, fists thumping in the same pattern you used to do whenever you knocked at the door. His breathing had turned quick and laboured, eyes blurry as he tried to hear for any signs of life but the house was dead without your laughter in it.

(The sounds of snorts and hiccuping filled his ears, you always laughed like that with only him, always leaned against him.)

He moved, not caring that his bare shoulder bumped into the spiky concrete of your porch where doodles of butterflies and crude drawings had faded with time.

(‘You’re so disgusting, Rin! Have some respect for my house. Don’t touch my sun!’)

One foot felt the grass and the dew stuck to his sole.

(‘You literally wear the most basic things it’s fine if they stain, I’m wearing something pretty--- fuck that’s cold.’ )

He jumped over the large protruding rock that had split his head open.

(Your sobs and wails as clear as day as you shrieked, ‘Rin! Please don’t leave me! I love you!’)

Why the fuck did he leave? What peace could he have found in your sorrow?

The swing that limply hung by half of its ropes filled his vision. (the memories of him sitting on the once intact seat with tears running down his cheeks flooded his mind. He didn’t remember the reason for his pain but he remembered you, his blue penicillin. You sat in front of him on the ground with your legs crossed, patiently waiting for him to speak.)

(You always listened. Always. Why didn’t he? )

His palms burned as he grappled the jagged bark of the oak tree, nails digging in and toes propelling him upwards (‘Be careful!’). His nail broke. (‘I would probably die if you fell on me right?’) He lost his footing but he only slid an inch before going forward. ('I’ll step ten feet away just in case….do you wanna rob houses?’) His foot solidified on the one sturdy branch there was. ('Listen, you either save the kitty or you die trying…do not throw her off, motherfucker.') Your shrieks echoed through as he moved on quick feet so that his older and burdened body wouldn’t cause him to free fall to the ground.

Your window was a few inches away from the crooked reach of the tree and he extended his crooked hand to grab onto the ledge. The window was already half way open, (just like the nights when he would sneak in at midnight to find a broken you on the floor, showing the shards of your soul that caused your hands to bleed.) Blood smeared on the underlay of the pane as he pushed it all the way up, head ducking and one leg making it to the floor of your bedroom.

( ‘Rin.’

You would smile through your tears, voice cracking and he wondered if any smile he could ever make out of sheer joy would ever match the one that had tears collecting at the corner of your mouth. If a crack in his heart sounded the same as the one in your throat. )

He stopped and searched the room that was shrouded in emptiness. His eyes landed on the lump of blankets that had a tuft of hair and black headphones peeking out from the top. He knew for a fact that the lump in his throat could beat it in its enormity when all you looked like was a tiny ball. You were so fucking small and he fucking wished you were small under his embrace rather than on your own.

What if you disappeared from his grasp as he wrapped you in his arms?

His body heaved in exhaustion, lungs constricting as if to punish him for his sins that only held weight because your pain weighed them down. His heart hurt from its pounding and he knew it wanted to escape, bleed out all of his love for you because all it thought it could do was paint your floors for you to see

His hair was left dishevelled and tangled, covering half of his face and he wondered what it would take for it to leave his sight for the rest of eternity, what would it take to never blink again if it meant looking at your every small movement and uneven breath.

He barely saved himself from crumbling to his knees as his shaken legs walked o you, knowing that the only oxygen they would accept is the one that you would provide. His wounded hands push your shoulder towards him, as if they didn’t scream for letting even a drop of his tainted blood to smear your soft skin.

And when your head landed on his chest, a bit too abruptly, he wished that his ribs could soften so his bones didn’t hurt you. And he held you, not letting him take your warmth but letting himself pour every ounce of kindness you handed to him unconditionally, trying to increase it tenfold.

There was stillness, the song through your headphones playing into his ear as he pressed his cheek against your head. He couldn’t make it out, didn’t care enough because music would only echo in his hollowed out chest.

The earthquakes came in waves, limbs twitching as if to find purchase. The trembles were followed by salt water and Rindou was ready to swim you to the shoreline, against the pull of the hurricane.

But, you were still. You were a stable wooden floor that wouldn’t bend under the shoes of man. And he realised belatedly that the tears were his. They were yours to see. Everything that was his was yours and he knew that the day he felt your small chubby hands take his awkward slender ones. A sob clawed out of his throat like it had waited for the day it could see light.

And you-

(the you who was so human that humanity was loved by him for a second, you whose existence meant the existence of deities that grew out of the earth to watch over it)

You turned in his hold and held his face, wiping away his pain with a single swipe of your thumb. And he knew that destiny was bullshit when your effort had caused you to look up at him with concern (and with the sun that had decided to wait out its dying days in them.)

He loves you.

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cozzzynook · 4 months

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Can you do Soundrod Christmas please. Where Soundwave doesn't really care about Christmas but celebrates anyway because it makes Hot Rod happy. He also gets kisses because of mistletoe.

-Ravage watches from her high perch wearing a christmas sweater. She outright refused to wear the bells as a collar and chewed them up leaving them on Hot Rods chassis for him to see when he onlined from recharge.

-Lazerbeak flew around the room hanging the garland intwined with warm lights on the doorways and finally around the large cyber brown with glowing brown sap like energon tree.

-Soundwave didn’t care an ounce for the holiday. The only reason he even tolerated it was because it brought out the smile in Hot Rods dermas. Made Lazerbeak flutter their wings just a tad more in happiness and excitement. Even taking note of how Ravage participated in her own ways by watching the festivities while wearing something she otherwise never would unless deemed necessary for the cause.

-Truthfully he couldn’t bring himself to ruin the joy Hot Rod felt towards festivals or celebrations of any kind. Hot Rod picked up on his dislike for them and found a way they both could be happy.

-Hot Rod and his symbionts would decorate and partake in the festivities while Soundwave was anle to do very little while also sitting back and watching them.

-This arrangement made them all happy and without fail just like every holiday, Soundwave cooked nutrient and sweet filled energon fuel while also bringing out a bottle of nicely aged energon.

-Hot Rod looked up to see Soundwave in the doorway where a little present hung and he smiled. Tree finally finished looking beautiful in every bots opinion, the speedster glided over to Soundwave who held a sweet treat to his derma and fed his conjunx.

“delicious as always, wanna taste what i’m tasting?”

“Hot rod how would I taste what your tasti-”

Hot Rod kisses Soundwave under the cyber like mistletoe that glows. Both getting lost in the other as their kiss deepens and their frames press tightly to one another.

Its only when Lazerbeak squawks and Ravage makes a disgusted noise do they stop.

“Get a room before you molest each other,” Lazerbeak says annoyed.

“How about waiting until you’re in your berth to start making a holiday sparkling hm?”

They both sputtered and felt a small glitch zapped their processor circuits at Ravages words and Hot Rod glared at the panthera bot before didtracting Soundwave and pulling the bot to the tree.

“Come on, you gotta sit with us by the tree and watch the countdown.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes,” Hot Rod said dramatically, something Soundwave reluctantly admits to his cassettes that he enjoys. “We should enjoy it together. Just the four of us. Make it a lasting memory,” Hot Rod says before shifting to a cuddle as they sit on the plush couch.

Hot Rod kept himself from saying more and glared at Soundwaves cassettes as if to hush them. Soundwave didn’t know what Hot Rod was hiding but he knew it would be spilled soon. His conjunx had a knack for being terrible at keeping secrets from him.

The count down commenced and Soundwave watched with little care as he rubbed Hot Rod’s arm plating and lower tank. It’d been causing Hot Rod some trouble for the last few early solar cycles and Soundwave was thankful his conjunx’s tanks were currently settled.

“I know you don’t like these things very much but I really do appreciate you doing this for us, for me. I can’t thank you enough Soundwave and I really hope you like your christmas gift.”

Something about Hot Rods sincerity and his phrasing as if this was the moment before a life changing event had him slightly on edge but excited.

He couldn’t ever think bad of Hot Rod like this, not his agile and beautifully chaotic speedster.

“I love you…” he sent the words on a private frequency that only they typically used.

“I love you too, my reason.”

They pressed their dermas together at the final nanoclick and by the time they stopped it was well past the first hours of Christmas and the two were connected in berth.

Laying on one another letting their spark energies merge instead of their entire sparks, at Hot Rods odd request of course.

“What are you hiding?”

“You’ll see Christmas morning,” his conjunx laughed sounding of beauty and life even as he struggled to stay online.

“It is Christmas morning,” Soundwave said becoming impatient.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Hot Rod tried only for Soundwave to look at him a little harder to which Hot Rod huffed, rolled his optics and rolled over with surprising agitation and slight anger.

“Would it kill you to trust me for once?”

The sudden out of character emotional flare had Soundwave freezing, his Hot Rod never reacted like this. Hot Rod may be an emotive bot but he wasn’t drop of iron rust emotive.

Just what was happening?

“Okay, my spark. I apologize,” he said pulling his conjunx tight opening his spark casing slightly to send out more of his life energy. Hot Rod’s chassis immediately accepted and returned the vigor at a far slower pace with less than usual but his field returned to being happy, loved.

“I promise you’ll love it,” his speedster replied whispering what Soundwave knew was meant to be a secret. “I hope so,” his conjunx whispered pretty good. If he wasn’t designed to hear every single sound it would’ve gone unnoticed, but Soundwave was not a lesser bot and his Hot Rod placing a servo over his raised slightly protruding tank, he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what it is.

It wasn’t until his conjunx was snoring, another oddity that suddenly made sense, did he lean a little to kiss his speedsters helm and wrap a servo into red and yellow.

“This is the best gift you could ever give me along with your spark and your love,” Soundwave whispered into his audial knowing it would replay once his conjunx onlined.

“Thank you, Hot Rod,” Soundwave kissed again, “I love my present,” he uttered with bright optics, “and you, my sweet spark.”

please speak on the people of palestine, sudan, congo & haiti & Tigray as the holiday is celebrated.

#cyberverse #hot rod #hot rod x soundwave #soundwave #soundwave cyberverse #hot rod cyberverse #transformers fanart #soundwave transformers #rodimus prime x soundwave #rodimus #rodimus prime #earthspark #tf earthspark #mechpreg #mech preg #ravage #lazerbeak

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mrzombielover · 1 year

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Hi! Idk if you take requests or even like, emergency requests but, it's obviously Christmas time and I'm feeling really down bc I'm spending it alone. I was wondering if you could write something with Ghost and König's friend calling them and asking them if they could spend the holiday together? Up to you if you wanna make it friends to lovers kinda thing but honestly anything fluff and sweet is more than enough. Thank you so much, and Merry Christmas!

hii i normally don’t take emergency requests (cause i’m not good at themsbahhd) but this prompt is cute. hope headcanon format is okay, that’s the fastest way i could get this out

sorry if this sucks, i wrote it really quickly and didn’t edit it lol

hope your christmas gets better anon :,(

most people are thrilled to get time off for christmas. it’s heartwarming to see dads reunite with their kids during the season, when the majority of people get time off. ordinarily, around this time of year, you’d drown yourself in work and missions to try and take your mind off it, but captain price insisted you guys get this time off to go home and relax. honestly though, you were dreading going back home. it just depresses you.

at the airport, boarding was about to begin, and you found yourself fighting tears. everyone around you seemed to be waiting anxiously, wanting nothing more than to get to your destination. as the minutes went on, you were filled with more and more dread.

at the very last minute, just as they were about to call your group, you found yourself running away from the gate, phone in hand, thinking of anyone to call so last minute.

- simon “ghost” riley

ghost was similar to you in that he also dislikes the holiday season. he’s got no one to celebrate with and nothing but bad memories of it.

when he picked up your call, he told you he hadn’t left the base, and didn’t really plan to soon.

at first he was apprehensive, but he quickly found that he really likes having you on base with him. there were some christmas decorations, but the base was almost entirely empty.

for the first time, ghost was enjoying his holiday break, and quickly got used to your presence.

you guys binge movies in the rec room to pass the time, make a ton of food from whatever’s left in the kitchen, and once you’ve exhausted everything else, you even get a little work and cleaning done.

it’s been a really nice distraction having eachother around. you don’t need to explain anything to eachother, simon will silently accept and comfort you.

the cold pushes you guys together, you’ll cheekily ask to stay in his room to “warm up”, and spoon all night. cuddling while watching movies and forcing him to try your hot cocoa.

some days pass, and even though you didn’t really talk about christmas with him, he got you a gift anyway. it would be something small but sentimental, probably from a mission you were both on or the country where you met. a souvenir or piece of jewelry, or something useful, like a watch. he thinks he isn’t great at giving gifts, but it’s the thought he puts into them that makes it special.

just a few days until you’ve got to go back to work, and you’ve enjoyed an actual relaxing winter holiday. before you go, he’ll catch up to say goodbye, before realizing you’re under the mistletoe. he’ll plant a gentle, almost cautious kiss to your soft lips, letting his hands cup your face, as if begging you not to go. the two of you agree to do this every year.

- könig

(his family life is p much all my headcanon btw)

whenever he has the chance, könig goes back to austria over breaks. he becomes incredibly homesick, especially around the holidays, and when you called, he was ecstatic to show you his beautiful home and share traditions with you.

it made him so happy when you asked to spend time with him, and he was so glad you felt comfortable enough to open up to him about how hard the holidays are for you. he silently vowed to change that for you.

he immediately showed you all his favorite local restaurants and cafes, food he’d been craving so bad during the months he was deployed. you guys did typical touristy stuff along with local traditions and experiences.

he insisted you have dinner at his parents house for christmas, and helped you pick out last minute gifts. horrible at wrapping presents though, that was all you.

his parents are so nice, especially his mom, even though she teased könig about finally bringing a partner home. you made biscuits with her, but she wouldn’t let you help clean, insisting that you were a guest.

after you thank him for making this your best christmas, he’ll tell you how great it was to have you here, and comment on how you should make it a tradition. with christmas lights in the background and snow flurrying around you, you’ll finally make it official.

#guys please read my rules lol #!asks #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #tuck how do i tag this #könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #könig #simon riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #!my stuff #my little meow meow

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jujumin-translates · 4 months

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Misumi Ikaruga | [SR] Triangular Sake Cup For A Dinner-Time Drink | A Coming-of-Age Ceremony and a Triangle - Part 2

Kazunari: Ta-da!

Misumi: How do we look~?

Kumon: Whoa!! You guys look so cool wearing hakamas!

Misumi: Ehehe, Yuki dressed us up so nicely~.

Yuki: It’s more thanks to the hakamas from the kimono shop Azu-nee goes to. The fabric they’re made of is great and they really suit you two.

Misumi: Thanks~. They’re also really comfy to wear.

Kazunari: For realsies! Huge thanks to Azu!

Tenma: By the way, if you guys still have some time, we got something for you…

Misumi: Something for us~?

Tenma: Yeah, it’s our gift to you for your coming-of-age celebration. You can open it if you want.

Misumi: Okay! I wonder what could be inside…?

Kazunari: Ah, sake cups! And the designs are supes cute too!

Misumi: Mine’s a really nice triangle~!

Tenma: It’s the perfect gift for you since you’re adults now, isn’t it?

Yuki: We all picked them out for you, so you better use them.

Misumi: Thanks! I can’t wait to have a drink out of this triangle!

Kazunari: Samesies! I’m so hyped! Thanksies, fam!

Muku: Ehehe, we’re glad you like them!

Kumon: Yeah!

Kazunari: Wait, Sumi! We need to get going, aren’t we like, lowkey running late!?

Misumi: Wah, we are~!

*Footsteps*

Yuki: I know you’re in a hurry and all, but you’re wearing those beautiful hakamas, so you better not mess them up.

Muku: Be careful not to fall, guys…!

Tenma: Go make some good memories.

Kumon: Ah, and take some pics if you can!

Kazunari: ‘Kay!

Misumi: Bye!

*Door closes*

*Flashback end*

Izumi: I know I saw the pictures of you guys in your hakamas for your coming-of-age ceremony before, but I had no clue that was the story behind it.

Misumi: Yeah. Kazu was right, we made great memories and I’m still glad that I participated in the coming-of-age ceremony.

*Faucet running*

Misumi: Ah, it’s a pretty triangle now~!

Izumi: Fufu, I’m glad. By the way, did you end up having a drink from that cup after the coming-of-age ceremony?

Misumi: I got to use it on the next day we had off. Me and Kazu had a drinking party with Azuma, Tsumugi, and Tasuku.

Misumi: But it was my first time drinking actual sake, so I drank a little too much… and I think I caused trouble for everyone.

Misumi: That’s why I try not to drink sake that much now~.

Izumi: I see. Well, sake does have a high alcohol content, so it’s easy to get drunk on it.

Misumi: I wanna use this triangle again when I learn to get better at drinking sake~!

Izumi: (But still, drunk Misumi-kun, huh… I can’t really imagine it, but I wonder what he’s like when drunk.)

Azuma: Sorry to intrude on your fun. Do you mind if I wash this dishcloth for a bit?

Misumi: I’m already done washing my triangle, so go ahead!

Azuma: Thank you.

Misumi: I was just talking to Director-san about one of my first times drinking.

Misumi: Sorry for causing you so much trouble back then, Azuma~.

Azuma: Fufu, don’t worry about it. You were quite cute that day, Misumi.

Azuma: If I remember correctly, all your sentences ended with “triangle” as an inflection…

Izumi: T-Triangle as an inflection…?

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Choose!

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Option 1: You should try and talk like that.

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Izumi: Misumi-kun, can you try to talk like that so I can see what it’s like?

Misumi: Umm, today’s a great day for cleaning, so I made my triangle sake cup all shiny and happy, triangle~!

Misumi: It’s a really nice triangle, triangle!

Misumi: …Something like that~?

Izumi: (There were even more triangles than I had imagined…!)

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Option 2: I’ll try to talk like that.

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Izumi: Was it something like this?

Izumi: Can I get another refill, triangle!? …Or something.

Azuma: The nuance is right, but I think he used a lot more triangles.

Izumi: I-I see…

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Izumi: Well, it’s a very Misumi-kun-like thing to end his sentences with “triangle” when drunk.

Misumi: Ehehe, is it~?

Misumi: But I’ve been a little more careful not to drink too much since then~.

Azuma: Fufu. But I’d like to meet that Misumi again.

Izumi: (I think I’d like to see drunk Misumi-kun someday too…)

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#a3!#a3! translation #misumi ikaruga #azuma yukishiro

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Haunted

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, brief Steve harrington x reader

Mentions: heartbreak, pleading, unspoken feelings, misunderstandings, happy ending maybe?

Inspired by Taylor swifts Haunted

The dynamic between you and Eddie was…weird to say the least I mean you were pretty much a popular kid even though popular was a stupid concept and Eddie was well..Eddie, but you wouldn’t have it any other way you loved Eddie just the way he was you didn’t care what your friends said because in the end it was only Eddie’s opinion you cared about.

“I don’t think we should be together anymore” he said quickly as you both sat in the back of his van after hellfire and dance practice. You choked on the coke your were drinking facing him with wide eyes “what?” You questioned heart beating in your ears “I don’t think we should be together anymore” he repeated “we’re just to different” never in a million years did you expect what Eddie had said to you, you always reminded him labels were fucking stupid and you didn’t believe in them “oh-“ your voice cracks as you get up brushing off your leggings and Hawkins high sweatshirt “well then” you looked anywhere but him feeling the wall of tears build up in your eyes “see ya later then dar- Munson” he flinched at the use of his last name wondering if he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

You quickly got in your car letting the tears stream freely over your cheeks as you tried to bite back a sob. You quickly shook your head and took a deep breath speeding towards your house. When you got home you immediately climbed into bed ignoring your father who was asking if you were okay. You held your breath willing all of this to be some fucked up nightmare you just needed to wake up from but when you felt yourself get dizzy it all came crashing down, it was quiet and dark in your room there was no dumb laughing or guitar playing just eerie silence.

You squeezed your eyes shut the image of Eddie’s cold eyes staring down at you flashing before your eyes causing you to tear up again “I don’t wanna be with you anymore” kept repeating over and over in your head. Maybe you did something wrong, maybe he had found someone else, all these maybes but no concrete reasoning you thought you had figured him out but you guessed you were wrong as you drifted into a fitful sleep haunted by memories of you and Eddie.

When you arrived at school a couple days later Eddie gave you one glance and then just brushed past you like you never even existed to him. Everything- everything you and him had washed away with the one glance, every I love you, every whisper of getting out of Hawkins, it felt like all of it meant nothing. You felt like you were gonna throw up so you ran to the closest girls room immediately hunching over the toilet to spill what little contents were in your stomach. You clinched when you felt a hand rubbing your back then pulling back your hair “hey dear let it all put it’s okay I’ve got you” it was Nancy once everything was emptied you quickly turned to her, your eyes watery and pitiful. “Oh no no it’s okay it’s okay” she pulled you into her arms as you cried softly.

Unbeknownst to you Eddie watched you disappear into the bathroom he could feel his heart getting stuck in his throat. He thought it was for the best I mean that’s what he convinced himself, he didn’t wanna ruin your reputation you deserved better.

You tried dating again. You very brief boyfriend being Steve harrington, yes he was nice, he took you on a dates, said all the right things, the perfect gentleman, but he wasn’t Eddie and that’s all you wanted every time you looked into Steve’s eyes all you saw was Eddie and you couldn’t put Steve through that so you explained the situation. He was hurt but he understood.

You couldn’t take it anymore the no talking, the sideways glances, all of it weighed on you so you decided you’d make the first move. You had waited for Eddie by his locker hoping today wasn’t one of the days he decided to ditch. When you caught sight of him you quickly rushed to him “Eddie” you pleaded grabbing his wrist “talk to me, you can’t just break up with me and not even give me a damn reason” he looked at your hands then back at you “I gave you a reason we aren’t mea-“ he began before you cut him off “don’t give me that reputation bullshit Eddie, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to come into my life, make me fall in love with you, make me care about you, and then just check out that’s not how this works” you shouted a bit. Eddie looked bewildered “I-“ he began again “Reputation doesn’t mean shit to me Eddie I don’t give a fuck about any of these fuckheads I only care about you because in a year they won’t matter they’re just a bunch of assholes from high school , but you will always matter to me you always fucking will”.

When you had finished you took a deep shaky breath gasping in shock when you were pulled into a warm chest Eddie’s familiar scent wrapping around you “I thought-“ he began whispering into your hair “I thought I was doing what was best for you but I didn’t realize I was really hurting you in the process forgive me sweetheart” he pulled back cupping your cheeks “I was an idiot for not listening to you the first time” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Yeah you were Ed’s but I’m willing to forgive you but only if you buy me dinner first” he joked sending him a soft smile “deal” he whispered pulling you in for another kiss.

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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congratulations on 300 💕

i’m picking a fluffy thot 🦦 (i can’t tell if this is the right emoji cause i’m wearing contacts and i am not used to them) lmao

frank being a dad 🥹

omg rhi my darling my dear the fact that you’re my first ask for this is so PERFECT ♥️

did this get away from me a little? the answer is yes. am I made about it? the answer is NO.

apple pie life - frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, allusions to the trauma of frank castle’s life, tooth-rotting fluff

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration!✨

The summer air is thick, filled with the joyful shouts of Leo and Zach, Frank’s fake growls as he chases them around the Lieberman’s backyard with the hose in his hand, spraying the kids with ice-cold water to help beat the heat. David stands at the barbecue, half-hearted hey!s thrown across the grass when the water gets a little close to the food, but you and Sarah just laugh from your spots beneath the large umbrella, lemonades in hand and legs stretched out on the lounge chairs.

It’s been a perfect afternoon. There’d been footballs thrown around, Leo had insisted on painting your toenails a very summery shade of pink, and David had put a cold drink in your hand the moment you’d stepped onto the deck. Frank had gone straight to the kids, stripping down to his swim trunks and cannonballing into the pool without a second thought. You’d gotten a dripping kiss when he gotten out briefly, hours later, shaking his hair like a dog and spraying you with droplets.

“He looks good,” Sarah says to you, leaning towards you almost conspiratorially. “Happy.”

You nod, making a little humming noise. “He is. We are, I think.”

She eyes you, one brow raising. She points at your drink. “You need something a little stronger in that lemonade?”

“No,” you say, far too quickly, and press your lips together. “I…can’t.”

Her other brow shoots up, both lifting towards her hairline. “You’re—”

“Don’t!” you say, grabbing her forearm and squeezing lightly. “I haven’t…” Your trail off, jutting your chin towards Frank, who’s now got Leo on his shoulders in the pool, the pair of them playing catch with Zach as he runs around the pool’s edge.

“He doesn’t know?” Sarah asks, incredulous.

“I don’t know how to tell him!” you admit, dropping your voice even lower. You clear your throat; you can already feel the tears climbing your spine, wet and hot in your eyes. And it only gets worse when your eyes land on him on the other side of the backyard, laughing and smiling and carrying on. Damn these hormones. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh, honey,” Sarah whispers, reaching over and taking your hands in hers. “You’ll figure it out, I promise. And he…” She glances over at Frank, having the time of his life with her kids. He must feel your gazes on him, because he turns and waves, winking at you when you smile back. Sarah squeezes your hand. “He’s gonna be thrilled.”

It’s cheesy, is what it is, and you know it. But the timing was too perfect to pass up.

Father’s Day is a week after your barbecue at the Lieberman’s, and Sarah texts you nonstop from the moment you leave the house. You’re happy to have someone who knows, someone who’s been through what you’re about to go through, but really, you just want to talk to Frank about it, to tell him what’s coming. Through the week, it feels impossible. You go to open your mouth in the middle of dinner, but stop; the timing isn’t right.

You know what the day usually means to him. It’s hard, and you’ve seen it since you two became the two of you. Memories lurking beneath the surface of his handsome face, he’s always unusually quiet, sleeping most of the day away and asking you to stay close, because, “I just need you, sweetheart. That’s all.”

You’ve talked about kids once or twice, the conversations usually spurred by alcohol and grumbled wanna put a baby in yous. Frank wasn’t opposed, per se, there was just the weight of the past that he carried with him, and that would take time to work through. But you helped, he claimed. You always helped.

Woken by your morning sickness — something you’re shocked Frank hasn’t noticed yet, what with the sometimes sprinting to the bathroom first thing — you mill about the kitchen for a while, making yourself a cup of tea to soothe your stomach, a fresh pot of coffee for Frank. You wait a while, see if he’s going to make an appearance outside of the bedroom today, and when he doesn’t, you fill the mug, drop the single sugar cube in just like he likes it, and walk back upstairs.

He’s still asleep, when you walk in, his now longer hair sticking up all over, thick arms bunched around the pillow beneath his head. You perch on the edge of the bed, setting his coffee carefully on the nightstand. He groans when you put a hand on his back, pressing into his muscle, seeking out the knots and soothing them away with your fingers.

The groan tapers into a whine when you pull away, reaching for his shoulder. “Hey, don’t stop.”

“Brought you coffee,” you say simply, tugging until he rolls onto his side, facing you. “You should drink it while it’s still hot.”

Those thick brows pull down on his forehead, and he just stares at you for a moment. You watch, staring right back, your gazes locked before his wanders away, landing on the coffee mug sitting on his nightstand. You hear his sharp inhale, your eyes still glued to his face, as he reaches for the mug.

World’s Best Dad.

There are tears in his eyes, and it makes your heart ache, but he reaches for you, one hand curling around your leg, squeezing your thigh. “You’re always gonna be their dad, Frank,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours, rubbing your palm over his knuckles. “Always. But now…” You swallow hard. “Now you’re gonna be somebody else’s dad too.”

He just stares up at you, those big dark eyes wet and sparkling. “You’re…?”

“Pregnant,” you finish, nodding furiously, feeling the tears falling from your own eyes. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you sooner, I just—”

He’s up in a flash, putting the mug back on the nightstand, taking your face in his big hands, swiping the tears from your cheeks. “Baby, stop, no, no apologies. You’re not, this is…” He shakes his head, a broad grin spreading across his face and he leans his forehead against yours, absolutely beaming. “We’re gonna have a baby.” He kisses you softly, thumbs still swiping your cheeks, smiling into the kiss, gathering you closer. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“She looks like you.”

From his place at the window, Frank’s head turns, the sunlight pouring through the window catching ever so nicely on his features, the tips of his reddening ears and the perfect bump to his nose. You love that nose. You watch as a slow smile weaves its way across his face, pulling at those unfairly full lips of his, his eyes squinting down at the sleeping baby in his arms as he rocks her, holding her in the crook of one arm, his other hand stroking her tiny cheek.

“Dunno,” he replies, cocking his head to the side. “She got your nose, thank God.”

“Hey,” you chide, adjusting yourself on the bed. “I like your nose.”

Frank scoffs, moving from the window, coming to sit at the edge of the bed. You’re struck by the parallel, how you’d perched on the edge of your bed at home some six months ago, a personalized coffee mug in hand, telling him you were expecting the tiny human now in his arms. How things have changed.

“She’s so tiny,” he whispers, and you reach out, running a gentle finger over the downy hair swirled on her small head. It’s dark, just like Frank’s, and you wonder if she’ll have his dark eyes too. “I forgot,” he continues, and your hand reaches up now, cupping his cheek, “how little they are.” He leans into your touch, gaze still trained on the baby. “You did so good, baby. She’s perfect.”

Tiny eyes blink open, peering up at her dad, and your heart clenches. Frank beams again, his free hand reaching for her miniature one, a quiet gasp when she wraps the tiniest fingers around his pinky. You lean up, wincing slightly, resting your head on Frank’s shoulder. Your daughter blinks between the two of you. “You see your mama, huh, sweetheart?” Frank coos, and you have to stifle your giggle at his high-pitched tone. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything!” you laugh, lifting your jaw to kiss his cheek. “I have to say though, she definitely got something from you, Castle.”

“What’s that?”

“Your big-ass head.”

“Hey!” he laughs, turning to kiss your forehead. “You love my big-ass head.”

“I do,” you admit. “I really do.”

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pelideswhore · 2 years

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SONGS FOR HELEN OF TROY

seventeen — marina & the diamonds

Used to be a major scale, but the melody went stale […] Could never tell you what happened the day I turned seventeen. The rise of a king and the fall of a queen. Oh, seventeen, seventeen. Oh, you were embarrassed of me because I used my tongue freely. Bet you wished I couldn’t speak, ‘cause when I do, you know I tell you why you appear weak.

ivy — taylor swift

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it's been promised to another. [...] He's gonna burn this house to the ground. How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run, or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine.

all you wanna do — aimee atkinson (six)

I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes and ever since I was a child, I’d make the boys go wild. […] All you wanna do, baby, is touch me. When will enough be enough? See, all you wanna do, all you wanna do, baby, is squeeze me, don’t care if you don’t please me. Bite my lip and pull my hair as you tell me I’m the fairest of the fair.

easy on me — adele

You can’t deny how hard I’ve tried to put you both first but now I give up. Go easy on me, baby. I was still a child, didn’t get the chance to feel the world around me. I had no time to choose what I chose to do, so go easy on me. I had good intentions and the highest hopes, but I know right now that probably doesn’t even show.

farewell wanderlust — the amazing devil

Goodbye to all my darkness, there’s nothing here but light. Adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night. This here is not make-up, it’s a porcelain tomb, and this here is not singing, it’s just screaming in tune because farewell wanderlust, you’ve been ever so kind. You brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind. So long to the person you begged me to be, he’s down, he’s dead, and now take a good long look at what you’ve done to me.

flowers — eva noblezada (hadestown)

What I wanted was to fall asleep, close my eyes and disappear. Like a petal on the stream, like a feather in the air […] Flowers, I remember fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels. I remember someone, someone by my side—turned his face to mine, and I turned away, into the shade. You, the one I left behind, if you ever walk this way, come and find me, lying in the bed I made.

tango dancer — gelsey bell (ghost quartet)

I used to run in the sand, campfire stars in the distance, and I’d gaze into the darkness, and wonder about the void. And I’m haunted by that memory of who I used to be—so gleeful, so blank, so ready. I was empty then, and I’m empty now, but it’s not the same at all […] I’d stay up all night long and all the boys would fall over, oh, how dazzling I could be. But the magic is gone, my joy got bloated and sick.

memory — elaine paige (cats)

Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every street lamp seems to beat, a fatalistic warning […] Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin.

speechless — naomi scott (aladdin)

Here comes a wave meant to wash me away, a tide that is taking me under. Swallowing sand, I’ve got nothing to say, my voice drowned out in the thunder. But I won’t cry, and I won’t start to crumble. Whenever they try to shut me or cut me down, I won’t be silenced. You can’t keep me quiet […] Written in stone, every rule, every word. Centuries old and unbending. ‘Stay in your place, better seen and not heard’, but now that story’s ending.

girls against god — florence + the machine

What a thing to admit, that when somebody looks at me with real love, I don’t like it very much. It kinda feels like I’m being crushed. Is that something you’d like to discuss? […] And in my darkest fantasies, I’m the picture of passivity, waiting for you side of stage, suppressing all my private rage, but as my sister said, I’d probably last six days. […] But it’s good to be alive, crying into cereal at midnight. Oh, God, you’re gonna get it. You’ll be sorry that you messed with us.

exile — taylor swift

I can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me. Second, third and hundredth chances. Balancin’ on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury. I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending. I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now! You were my crown, now I’m in exile seeing you out.

long story short — taylor swift

The knife cuts both ways; if the show fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break. And I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips. Long story short, it was the wrong guy. Now I’m all about you, I’m all about you. Actually, I always thought I must look better in the rear view [...] Long story short, it was a bad time. Long story short, I survived.

dream girl evil — florence + the machine

Oh, did you miss me? Walk on water just to kiss me? Oh, come and get me, drag me out and destroy me. I’ve been expecting you, I’m ready. Deliver me that bad news, baby. Am I your dream girl? You think of me in bed but you could never hold me and like me better in your head. Make me evil, then I’m an angel instead—at least you’ll sanctify me when I’m dead […] Did I disappoint you? Did mummy make you sad? Do I at least remind you of every girl that made you mad?

broken glass — rachel platten

I’m on a highway full of red lights, I’ve lost so many long nights, felt words that cut like knives. I know they’re gonna say what they wanna […] I have been patient, but I’m not waiting anymore. I’m gonna dance on broken glass, broken glass. I’m gonna make that ceiling crash, that ceiling crash. So what? Still got knives in my back. So what? So I’m tied to the tracks, yeah, I’m gonna dance on broken glass.

trust in me — scarlett johansson (the jungle book)

Shut your eyes, trust in me. You can sleep, safe and sound, knowing I am around. Slip into silent slumber, sail on a silver mist. Slowly but surely, your senses will seize to resist. Just relax, be at rest, like a bird in a nest. Trust in me, just in me.

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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HI PRETTYY <333 HAPPY 500 THOUSAND >:) M HERE FOR THE EVENT !!

the character i chose is tendou satori (reader insert) !! i really like sweater weather by the neighbourhood (and r u mine? by arctic monkeys) and i’d prefer it it were fluff <33 the trope i’d like this to be is.. hmm.. the one w two oblivious people pining for each other !

ONCE AGAIN HAPPY 500 AND IM SO SO PROUD OF YOU <3

HI ANGEL ILY MWAH !!! THANK U FOR ALL THE WELL WISHES <3333

R U Mine?

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Tendou Satori

Warnings: College au, mentions of food, non canon-compliant college satori because i barely understand the timeskip

Notes: ah, dumbasses to lovers my beloved

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I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Satori sat back against the arm of the couch, kicking his legs up into your lap. When you playfully shoved you off, he simply kicked your shoulder and sat right where he was before. “I’m comfortable, a-thank-you-very-much.”

“Well, you can be comfortable—” you shoved his legs again— ”without your feet in my lap, thank you. And don’t get too comfy because you have cupcakes to get soon!”

He groaned. “Can’t you get them?”

“Hey, who wants to be the future fancy chocolatier?”

He rolled his eyes but got up when the timer went off anyway. There was so much to love about your Friday-night movie nights. His apartment was the one with all the sugary snacks, so usually, he hosted and you used your Netflix.

Since meeting Satori, life away from home had gotten easier. Sure, school was a pain and there was way too much homework to be considered normal, but you’d gotten used to it. He made it a lot easier, too—he made you smile when you were stressed, danced with you when you needed a pick-me-up, and somehow managed to make you laugh whenever you were with him. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot, and in the six short months you’d known each other you felt like you met your soulmate. Platonic, of course, or that was what you’d been trying to tell yourself. Both of you pretended like the lingering hugs and blushing when your hands brushed or making kissy faces at each other were completely friendly. No romantic context whatsoever. None.

You couldn’t deny the fact there was something special about Satori, but whenever anyone asked, you shot it down. He was incredible, but just a friend.

Just a friend, you reminded yourself, when he smiled at you and it felt like the sun was staring at you. Just a friend when he made stupid faces and made you laugh harder than you had all day. Just a friend when you stayed up at night and thought about kissing him.

He came back a few moments later with slices of cake for each of you, which you clinked forks before digging into.

“This is amazing, Satori,” you said, grinning at him. “You’re so good at this.”

“Well, thank you,” he replied, laughing at your overly-excited expression. “Not too sweet?”

“Not at all!”

“I’m glad.”

The two of you ate your snack while your movie played, but you noticed Satori kept looking over at you. “What, there something on my face?” you asked after a minute or two of this. You set your plate down on the table in front of you both.

He smirked. “Yeah, actually. Icing” He mirrors where the frosting is on his own face, and your try to wipe it off, but based on his expression, you missed.

“No, it’s just—”

“Did i get it—”

“Oh, you’re impossible, just let me.”

The next thing you knew his hand was ever-so-gently on your face, wiping the icing off of the corner of your mouth. He didn’t pull away for a moment, though—the two of you simply stared at each other for a long while, neither wanting to pull away.

Something happened in the movie where there was a loud crash and you both jumped. He pulled his hand away from you immediately and got up, grabbing both your plates to take them to the kitchen. When he turned his back, you buried your face in a pillow, trying to muffle any screaming that might come out.

Just what the hell was that?

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earlgrey-aziraphale · 1 year

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The thing about the Empty is the silence. Cas had forgotten.

He has felt loneliness before, and grief, too, like a gaping wound–he is millions of years old, that is nothing new. He has experienced nearly everything a being can, in his hundreds of thousands of human lifetimes. But this, this nothing–is unlike anything he’s felt since the very beginning of the Universe. He has always, even without his Grace, felt the electric-pulse presence of his brethren calling out to him, the ambient noise of Creation at large. Here, he is an angel beyond even Heaven’s reach–no gamma wave of thought, no solar flare of emotion can reach him. He has never been alone before, not like this.

It is like losing a limb, like going blind.

He looks out at the void. This is Eternal Sleep, for his kind, and it is long, and boring, and—empty.

He is straining to hear something, anything. His steps don’t echo, here-they’re absorbed by the nothing, nothing, nothing around him. He had gotten used to the noise on earth. The rustle of wind through trees, the squelch of wet earth beneath his boots. The rumble of an engine.

Silence, he knows, can drive humans insane. Left alone in the dark and quiet for too long, they begin to fear the sound of their own heartbeat. He has no heartbeat, here.

You have nothing, says his nightmare. It is wearing Dean’s face. You’re all alone.

Under extreme stress, the human mind will conjure voices from thin air, figures from the suggestion of a shadow. Lies, to remind the brain it is still alive. Castiel is not human. This is not a trick of his own mind–he has no need of earthly light, or sound, or sensation, and he need not conjure any. This is the Empty’s revenge. It knows his thoughts, his desires. It can see inside his memories, and it will corrupt each one until he has nothing left that isn’t tainted.

He shuts his eyes—even the ones that don’t exist in this form—knowing it will not be enough. He will see it anyway.

Dean is here, in the driver’s seat of the Impala. There is music playing.

There is no music, in the Empty. No twang of guitars, no thumping bass, turned high enough to feel in his chest. No hoarse human voice, singing along.

Come on Cas, you know the words.

He does. REO Speedwagon.

And I meant

Every word I said

When I said that I loved you I meant that I loved you forever

Where they are doesn’t matter–landscape after landscape blurs past, here an open midwestern road, there a pass between hills, pine trees stretching above. They had lived this day a thousand times, in a thousand places: a case behind them, and nothing but the road ahead of them for miles.

And I’m gonna keep on loving you

‘Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do

I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you.

He doesn’t know how long it has been. Time goes a little funny, in the Empty. Somewhere, seconds or maybe years ago, Cas had told Dean he loved him, and for a moment—just a blink to even a human lifetime—he had been happy. He wonders if Dean was, in the end.

He takes in the stubble coming in at that familiar jaw, the softness of that hair in the late afternoon light—and it makes him want more than anything to touch. To feel the warmth of those thighs through rough denim, that stubble against his cheek. Not that he ever could have, before. He could never have had Dean Winchester—he could have the memory of those hands tapping a beat on the steering wheel, that voice calling him Cas—it felt more intimate, somehow, more like him than the one humans couldn’t pronounce, and angels rarely used.

Even that is gone, now. Beyond his reach.

We’re not looking for you. No one is coming. His nightmare turns to look at him like they’re sharing a joke, and it is so like Dean in the quirk of that eyebrow, that easy grin.

I know, he answers, simply. Castiel isn’t delusional—no one is coming for him, this time.

There are no more deals to be made.

#so sorry #this was gonna be a rescue fic it just may never get finished so have the angst #spn #fic #deancas #my fic #destiel #spn 15x18

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warsinmyhead · 9 months

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[Musing] Strike ‘Til the Memory Comes Back

TW: Sparring, taking anger out in a fight, language, tension, childhood trauma, Red Room, mention of blood from a fight

He should act like an adult, but he’s furious that he’s stuck working with the dumbass who scared off Petra. To make matters worse, Fury took Minho off the case and asked the veteran agent to get Felix acquainted with S.H.I.E.L.D. protocols and whatnot. He got himself a brief reprieve by pawning him off on Sam? Billy? One of the triplets had stopped the pair and noted that Felix was missing S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials, which Minho silently thanked whatever being up there for that save. Knowing the triplets, they could talk your ear off for long periods and getting into the system could take some time.

Minho had returned to the gym to practice boxing as he needed to blow off more steam. The first session before Fury grabbed him and made the dreaded announcement had helped, but now this recent development only made his blood boil again and he needed to be alone.

“You never stop training, do you?”

“Еб твою мать,” Minho muttered when he heard the familiar voice. It was too good to be true, to hope that one of the triplets would keep that punk preoccupied a little longer – maybe for the rest of the day.

“Gotta say, wasn’t easy finding you – that one guy talks a LOT,” Felix remarked as he took a few more steps into the room. “Is that normal?”

“Go away, I’m busy,” Minho grumbled as he kept his eyes on the punching bag. He continued to punch the bag and hoped the unwanted recruit would take a hint and leave him alone. Unfortunately, the silver haired male didn’t turn around and leave the gym, instead walking closer to the punching bag Minho was focused on.

“I can be quiet,” the young man replied, trying to look innocent.

Minho snickered and shook his head as he steadied the punching bag and decided to move to a different one further away from the newbie. He didn’t get very far, as Felix moved in the direction of the new punching bag, keeping some distance between the spy and the bag.

“Did they not teach you personal space wherever you worked?”

“I can be closer,” Felix teased with a smirk.

Minho angrily punched the new bag once and walked in the opposite direction, deciding that maybe he could lose this idiot and shower in the shower area near his bedroom at HQ. Before he could remove his gloves, he saw the other male move to block his path.

“You quitting already? Was starting to get really interesting,” Felix drawled.

“Just because Fury’s making us work together, it doesn’t mean we’re going to be best friends,” Minho muttered. “I’ve decided I need space and you probably should find someone to show you around. Maybe Steve will be more useful – try to avoid the stupid slang you kids use these days, ‘cause he’s a senior citizen and–”

“You’re. My. Partner,” the silver-haired hunter uttered. “Fury said you don’t have any missions, so unless you’ve got some secret girlfriend you’re running off to meet, you’re stuck showing me the ropes.”

“I’m not happy with you and before I decide to punch your pretty teeth in, I suggest you leave me alone now,” Minho warned him.

Felix tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re still upset about the girl? What, do you wanna punch me or something?” He dropped his arms to his sides all of a sudden, then used one to motion Minho towards him. “Go ahead then. Maybe you’ll feel better.”

The chances of Fury suspending him were likely if he was caught, but at this point, Minho’s sick of this kid’s smug attitude and he wants to shut him up. He jerked his head toward the boxing ring in the center of the room and he made his way over to it. He slipped under the barriers and took his place on one side of the ring.

Felix slid under the barriers and went to the other side. He rolled his shoulders a few times and slowly lifted both hands up to his chin.

The pair locked gazes as they circled the ring watching for the other to make a move. After a few moments of circling, Felix stepped forward and tried to punch Minho, who dodged it and bent backwards, then used his legs to try to sweep Felix out from under his feet. The hunter jumped to avoid the attack and Minho pushed himself back up quickly as he assessed his next move.

The silver haired male ran towards Minho and the latter crouched lower to charge at the former’s abdomen. Felix grunted and Minho used both arms to grip the former’s waist as he hoisted him high, then threw him down.

Felix tried to push himself up, but Minho moved faster to pin the hunter to the ground with his body and repeatedly threw punches. The former dodged most of them until Minho connected one with his right cheek, then a second with his nose. The hunter sputtered as blood gushed out of his nose and started to run down his face. His vision blurred slightly and he saw the redhead raise his fist for a third punch, then freeze for a second. The hunter frowned as he tried to get his vision to sharpen and he thought he saw a conflicted look in the redhead’s eyes. Before Felix could take advantage of the distraction, Minho was getting off of him and using parkour moves to exit the ring quickly.

“Hey Minho! Have you seen the newbie? I found I have one more thing he needs to do and it’s a physical!” one of the triplets asked as Minho nearly ran into him in the hall.

“Sorry,” Minho huffed. “He might need to wait a couple of days before the physical. Don’t ask.” He pushed past the triplet and ran to take the stairs to the floor where his room was.

Minus the silver hair, the kid looked like his “brother” for a moment. But in the moment when he was punching the hunter, the hunter’s face seemed to be replaced with that of Yusef’s, a failed Red Room trainee who was forced to watch Dreykov’s men shoot his mother in the head. Minho was pitted against the scrawny trainee one day and Yusef hardly tried to fight back. Minho was urged to not go easy on the poor kid, and he punched Yusef repeatedly until the trainee blacked out. His teachers applauded him and showed the class that he was a model student and to take note of his techniques he used. But the young Minho couldn’t hear his teachers praising him – he was fixated on the bloody sight of Yusef lying there.

“I hate myself...” he hissed as he pushed his way into his room and slammed the door behind him.

@sovrumana

#sovrumana #[ BIO: LM ]#[ Catching a Widow: Felix x Minho ]#[ Hunting for Chaos: Felix ]#[tw: Red Room]#[tw: fighting]#[tw: blood from fighting]#[tw: fighting to take out anger]#[ OOC: I talked about this a long time ago and it's about time it saw the light of day. ]#warsinmyhead

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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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ALL MY PICTURES OF YOU - PART TWO

previously - part one || masterlist

Title: If only I’d thought of the right words, I could have held onto your heart

Rating: Teen

Warnings: some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing explicit, pregnancy, brief mention of infertility, eventual character death cause it's in the movie

Note: I had planned this out forever ago and finally got around to it. I had to dream up who Callie's mom was. I absolutely adore Jade and wouldn't mind exploring more of her with Egon, even in an AU setting (where he doesn’t leave) but I want to see if there's interest. Please leave kudos and comments if you enjoy it. Thank you so much. Art by @lilvicsart send her all the commissions.

Word Count: 2,625

Phoebe leads her family, the Ghostbusters, and Gary down to the outhouse via fire pole. The sight of it causes Ray to burst into laughter which causes Phoebe to stare at her shrugging mother. Inside joke?

Phoebe shows them a table with a film reel next to a projector. She hooks it up and it starts playing.

Jade sat on a stool. Her short legs dangled off the sides not even touching the ground. She laughed as the camera focused on her. Her brown hair was long in a French braid and she had on a light wash pair of overalls decorated in paint splatters.

“This is serious.” A deep voice said off-camera.

“Sorry. Sorry. Serious. Right. Okay. I’m Jade Margolis-Spengler. I am 29 years old. Mother of one. Wife of one, I hope. I’m an artist and I’m getting my Ph.D. in Art History at Columbia. I, um.” Jade put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. There was a heavy sigh off camera.

“Stay there. I need to get something.” Footsteps faded and Jade hopped off the stool. She looked into the camera and smiled.

“I’m so sorry. You’ll probably get rid of this, but I just wanna say you’re so smart and I love you so much and I love our family. You make me so happy I can’t help myself. I never thought I’d be domestic. You gave me everything I didn’t know I needed, Egon.” She blew a kiss. “Okay, bye.”

She got back on the stool and the footsteps sounded again.

“You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Jadie, this is a serious experiment. I need your honest reaction and testimony.”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, babe.” Her big brown eyes lock on him.

“Don’t look at me. Look at the camera.”

“Sorry.”

The footage fades until the projector screen is white again. Callie wipes her eyes. She’s never seen her parents together. She let go of all of those memories. It was easier to remember him as no one. But god, he made her so happy.

“Grandma looked so young.” Trevor comments.

“And beautiful,” Gary adds. “Not to make it weird. She was just very fetching. The smile and the eyes—”

“Yeah, Jade was beautiful. So full of joy.” Winston cuts him off. “Whenever I think of her, she looks like that.”

“Where did you find that, Pheebs?” Callie turns to her daughter.

“On this workbench. But I think there’s more stuff in this.” She takes her mother’s hand and guides her over to a cabinet. She opens it to reveal a safe. “Don’t know the code though.”

“Hmm.” Callie kneels down and punches in the one date that comes to mind. It springs open.

“How did you know?”

“Grandma’s birthday.”

There are two leather-bound journals and tin cans with film reels. Winston steps over and picks up the safe to bring back to the table.

“Jade got him that camera for experiments, but they used it for everything.” He sets it down.

“How about we get some breakfast and see what’s on these?” Callie suggests.

After they eat, they come back down and gather around the screen.

“Jade, Jade. How does it feel to have successfully procreated with a Spengbot?” Peter asked. She had a pink sundress on and looked very pregnant. She was so petite she looked like a doll that swallowed a planet.

“Fuck off, Peter.” She rolled her eyes.

Peter kept the camera on her and Egon came into view with a bag of chips. The second he sat down on the couch, she got into his lap. He handed her the open bag.

“Exactly what I wanted.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“Venkman, leave my wife alone and stop asking her stupid questions.” Egon glared at him.

“Then he wouldn’t be able to talk at all.” Jade stuck her tongue out.

“I normally can’t stand that kind of slander. You get a pass because you’re pregnant.” Peter warned.

“Lucky me.” She sighed.

Egon did not pay him any attention. His focus was on Jade as she settled her back into his chest. His hand rested on her large stomach.

“How are you feeling?” His hand was on her wrist.

“Fine.” She munched on another chip.

“Your pulse is a little quick. You okay?” He looked down at her.

“I’m in the arms of a handsome man. I think if it wasn’t I’d be dead.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, this is disgusting.” Peter covered the camera with his hand. “Ever since you got together it’s just all about you.”

“I stand by that,” Peter comments in the present day.

The rest of the film reels were of Callie. Egon and Callie fast asleep with her in his arms. Jade brushing her hair. Callie crawling around. They were like a real family. Callie can see why he took those with him when he left.

After the expansive trip down memory lane, they spend the rest of the day with the Ghostbusters in Summerville. The town’s a little wrecked, but nowhere near as bad as it could’ve been. Callie waits until everyone has gone to sleep before cracking open her father’s journals. His handwriting was sharp, thin, and in all capital letters as opposed to her mother’s beautiful cursive. He was definitely a scientist through and through.

-Venkman and Dana went to her new apartment for a party. Stayed in the lab instead. No new developments.

-New client: Jade Margolis. Shorter than average at 5’2” and 110lbs. Slight hourglass shape with a curve to the hips. Brunette with large dark eyes. Husky voice. Artist. Claims ghost in the studio. Smokes, constantly. Not very safe considering the flammable nature of paint. Does not seem too scared by the idea of ghosts except for the tarp incident. Claims to have seen stranger things on the subway, but that might be a joke. Wants things fixed ASAP. Venkman knows her as a friend of Dana’s.

-Definitely a presence of poltergeist in the studio. Ray continues to research and I observe. Presence tried to knock the client off her ladder. Intervened before injury could occur. The client's perfume smells floral and has very soft skin. My pulse quickened probably due to the adrenaline of the situation.

-Client agrees to be used as bait to lure out a malevolent presence. Turned angry and choked her, but was apprehended before extreme harm could be caused. She’s more upset about the price than her injuries.

-My pulse seems to quicken when she’s around despite the normal circumstances of her paying for our services. Insists I call her Jade. I look over her injuries and give her some topical ointment. She’s intrigued by the number of fungi in my lab and suggests we test out psychedelic effects. I’ve always thought of trying it but never knew how to broach the subject with the guys. The mushroom tea is not very strong, but something about her causes my heartbeat to pick up. I feel my skin get hot when she gets closer. She has such large eyes. I tell her this because they are captivating. She wants to go to dinner with me.

-I tell the guys about what happened and how she makes me feel. They say it’s normal and that I’m attracted to her. It’d be foolish not to be.

-Dinner was nice. I felt we were at an impasse since I do not study art and she does not know much about science. She says we can teach each other. I like that. Her optimism is very natural.

-Even though dinner was over, I did not want her to leave. We go for a walk and I see other couples kissing and holding hands. I usually don’t like too much physical contact due to germs. She did not make any move indicating she wanted any affection. An idiotic bike messenger nearly mowed her down. I was able to guide her out of harm’s way, but I was livid. It did not lead to a physical altercation with the messenger and she was okay.

-I do ask if I can hold her hand. Mine is much larger than hers and seems to make hers disappear. Her skin is very soft. Her father is a dentist (which explains her perfectly straight teeth) and her mother is a teacher. They have some money on her mother’s side which is how she has been able to continue her studies without having a full time career.

-I walk her home to a modest apartment. I have the urge to call her as soon as I make it back to the firehouse.

-Jade Margolis fascinates me. When I am not working, I find myself wanting to spend all my time with her. Venkman says this is quite normal. I kiss her on the second date and it’s something I’d like to do over and over. She is led by whatever brings her joy. She loves to laugh and even asked if she could try out the fire pole. She was not scared at all despite her small frame. The other day, she showed Janine how to do some stretches on the floor. I had no idea she was so flexible. I ran straight into the wall. Jade never wants to bother me in the lab, so she has come up with creative ways of getting my attention. Her favorite is to tickle the back of my ear with her paintbrush. It’s her favorite because it is effective and it makes me smile.

- My green sweater is missing. I don’t remember leaving it anywhere, but I will be on the look out for it. Update: Found the sweater at Jade’s apartment. It does not fit but I found her sleeping in it.

-Likes: banana cream pie, hydrangea, thrift stores, cooking

-Dislikes: scrambled eggs, coffee (without copious amounts of milk and sugar), math, coconuts

-Healthy sexual appetite. See separate log for copulation techniques. Very vocal and communicative.

-I told her I loved her. She feels the same. This led to a vigorous bout of lovemaking.

-Finished making the ring and plan to propose next week

-She agreed to marry me and did not let me finish my list of pros before she accepted.

-The wedding was at the courthouse with little fuss. Her mother threw a reception that was far more expensive than either of us would have liked. Jade looked beautiful. See the photo below.

-No surprise, excessive sexual relations with little protection have led to conception. Jade is 8 weeks pregnant.

-I am much more nervous about this than she is, so I don’t want to worry her.

-Jade wants to name the child (a girl) Calliope. We agreed on Callie.

-Callie Spengler is born. There is nothing I will not do for her.

-Ghostbusters have stopped working together after numerous lawsuits, but we all remain in touch. Jade spends her time with her Ph.D., Callie, and me.

-Had to intervene because a drunk man at the bar was complaining about the Ghostbusters and Jade was going to attack him. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder before she could cause him any harm. She continued to threaten the man who was much larger than her over my shoulder. I carried her all the way home and hid my smile. Pent-up energy was put to good use in the bedroom. I feel extraordinarily lucky to have such a passionate partner.

-Jade cut her hair. Thought I wouldn’t like it. See the photo below:

-Mood slime. See other log.

-Bad news from the doctor. More children will not be possible. Jade is sad, but it doesn’t matter to me. Callie is all we need.

-Discouraging findings about Gozer. Will continue to research.

-Ghostbusters continue to be in business, but something far more pressing is coming.

-I won’t let anything happen to Jade or Callie. I can’t. I love them too much.

-Jade had an anxiety attack. She’s suffering and so is Callie. I can’t continue to hurt them, but the research has to be done. I can’t stay. She will never understand. I love her. I love Callie. I know she will never believe that.

-Oklahoma is dry and flat. Jade mailed the divorce papers. Janine passes along the photos she gets from Jade. Callie will need braces soon. They moved to Chicago.

-Jade got a job at the Art Institute of Chicago and teaches at Columbia College and DePaul. There are many articles about her support of gay students. Callie is involved in ballet. Does not seem to be interested in science. She is getting tall.

-Jade received an award for her teaching. The first of many I am certain.

-Callie graduated high school and will be going to college in Ohio.

-Callie had a baby. A boy. His name is Trevor. Jade included a photo when she sent Janine a Christmas card. She looked very happy.

-It does not look like Callie married, but she had another child. A daughter named Phoebe. They spend a lot of time with Jade. She loves being a grandmother.

-Jade’s parents have died. She told Janine she put some money away for Trevor and Phoebe’s education. Their father seems to have left but nothing breaks Jade.

-I called her house but didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to hear her. She cussed me out and hung up.

-See below.

“Beloved professor, artist, and LGBT advocate, Jade Margolis, dies at 62 from bus accident”

Twitter has been filled with posts about Dr. Margolis and the love she has given the city and students of Chicago. Known for her series exploring her bisexuality and fierce support of LGBT students. She was the curator at the Art Institute while teaching at Columbia College and DePaul University. Talented photographer, she has published two books, and had a gallery in Fulton Market. She is survived by her daughter and two grandchildren. Will be buried in Hebrew Benevolent Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, family requests donations to the ACLU.

- I drove to Chicago to see her gravesite. Doesn’t seem real. Feels like part of me is missing. I’ve heard of people experiencing phantom limbs after amputation. When she was alive, I missed her, but I knew she was safe. I tried to reach out, but she never seemed the type to linger. There is no reason why she would appear in the farmhouse, but I want her to. I wish I could see her again. I want her to peer over my shoulder and ask what I’m working on. I want her to know why I did all this. Why I gave her and Callie up for this lonely life. When I die, I hope I see her again. I don’t care about heaven or hell. I just want to see her. I wanna see Jadie again.

“I hope you did, Dad.” Callie closes the journal.

Fast asleep in her room, Phoebe sees her grandma with her short dark hair streaked with grey and her cat eye glasses. She has a purple shawl around her. She watches her daughter hugging her father. Then she turns and catches Phoebe’s eye. She blows her a kiss and Phoebe catches it. Egon moves back from Callie and Jade nudges him in the ribs with her elbow before taking his hand. Phoebe can’t hear what they’re saying, but her grandfather laughs. They disappear into the night sky walking hand in hand.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters II #ghostbusters afterlife #egon spengler #egon spengler x oc #egon spengler x ofc #oc: jade margolis #callie spengler #phoebe spengler #trevor spengler #tw infertility #tw pregnancy #fan fic

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chicagolive · 1 year

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Hi Doly!!!

I hope you had a lovely day today and that your week passed stress free and that you have a great weekend!!!

Stardew really should have a recap! I just started playing the last save I made and have no idea what I was doing! It’s year one and it’s winter and I’m very discombobulated!! I have the absolute worst memory. I also love customizing!!! When we reveal ourselves I should show you my house on my year six save where I’ve married Elliot.

Trinkets are my everything. Like it’s just so fun to show off all the cool little things I’ve got! You’ve gotta show me your Kirby knickknacks!!!

Oh, I’d lose my mind being in front of Louis. I’ve thought about it a lot and I think I would just cry?? He means so much to me and has done so much for me that I think I truly couldn’t even be in the same room as him I’d be shaking and just a mess. I don’t think I can do it I’d be so embarrassed.

I’m so excited for Niall’s new album, he never misses! I can’t wait and I hate that HW didn’t get to be toured it would’ve fucking rocked.

Speed round:

What’s your favorite little trinket/weird thing you have? I think mines a sad blue dog piggy bank or this new table lamp I got at an estate sale!

What’s your primary way to game? Console or PC? Mines console but hopefully PC soon!

Do you cook? I don’t really but I wanna learn and cook more I just get freaked out and don’t want to waste food cause what if it’s bad? And I don’t like being judged so I have to cook alone!

Do you have a favorite flower? I’m not sure I do now that I’m thinking about it! I’ll have to get back to you on that.

Finally, tell me a weird/interesting fact about you!!!

I hope you’re doing well and I love being your holiday pal, I hope you’re enjoying it as well!!!

-🎉❄️

Hiii, love!! Happy Friday!! Wishing you a well-rested, long and relaxing weekend!! ✨

Yes omg!! I would love to see your farm and the progress you’ve made in that save!! I’ve never seen someone have a save as long as year 6!! I’ve only ever made it as far as maybe year 3 only because I lose interest to play and then I try and go back only to forget what I was doing 🫠. Cheers to having shit memory 🥂. Other than Stardew, what other video games do you enjoy playing (if you haven’t already answered this question already lol)?

I would love to show you my collection of Kirby knickknacks lol. It very much ranges from plushies to figurines to travel hand sanitizer covers to lanyards… the list goes on!! I also enjoy collecting Funko pops, but had to lay low recently cause I don’t have the space to put them if I were to keep collecting them. Every now and again, I take one home, but it’s been a hot minute since then. Do you have a collection of anything in particular?

Louis truly does have that affect on people. I’d definitely do the same thing; probably cry before I pass out lol. I just have such a good feeling that 2023 is gonna be Niall’s year and I cannot wait what he has in store for us!!

Speed Round Answers!! Favorite Trinket? Other than like fandom memorabilia, I have a pretty decent owl figurine collection!! Owls are one of my favorite animals and so I really like collecting figurines mostly because they’re not very common and you can’t find many everywhere!! My one college roommate visited my house for the first time back in college and they said I had an “owl shrine” because of all the figurines. I haven’t added anything new to that collection since in a long time. I know it’s not one trinket, but I’d say that entire collection would have to be my favorite!! Primary Gaming setup? I’ve been playing console games up until about 2 years ago!! I created a steam account and have a couple of games there, but my laptop isn’t really the best when it comes to games, so I stick with consoles and hope that certain games get released on the switch!! I would love to have a full pc setup, but my apartment isn’t very big to be able to have a full setup that I envision myself having. Cooking? Sadly, I’m not very good at cooking very large meals. I know how to make very small things, but not like a full course meal kinda deal. I should have listened to my mom when she was explaining her recipients to me 😬. But it’s never too late to learn!! I know exactly what you mean about wanting to cook alone in fear of being judged!! I’m the same way, to an extent!! Favorite Flower? I’d say either magnolias or orchids!! But I also find cacti to be very cool so I’m adding them on too!! Weird/Interesting fact? I guess a lot of other people also do this, but I can’t sit down and have a proper meal unless I’m watching something as I do!! I’m always watching YouTube at dinner time or eating my breakfast and watching Netflix/Hulu!! I believe that is fairly common, but I think it’s kinda interesting lol.

🥺💕✨ I love being your holiday pal too, hun!! I’m really enjoying the conversations thus far!! You’re doing phenomenal, sweetie!! Until the next one!! 🎄✨

#holiday pals 🎄✨#ask

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hitnran · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

#tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader

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Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, not spell checked

Summary: Bakugou has been so broken. Nothings been the same for him but he’s been doing everything he can to get you back...but when will it be enough to win you back?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

“Hey..Y/N it’s me...please answer your phone.”

“Hi Princess..I saw you during your training session..you did amazing like always..take care of yourself..And I love you.”

“Hi...I was wondering if you wanted to talk about this whole thing...please?”

“Teddy Bear I’m so sorry for what happened but just please let me explain everything before you make any final decisions.”

“Y/N please come back to me.”

“...I miss you.”

Bakugou sent voicemail after voicemail, text after text, and letter after letter. He tried to call you hundreds of times in the past week but they all went straight to voicemail. He tried to reach out to you through social media but you blocked him everywhere. He was lucky that you didn’t block his number. You were both hero trainees and if an emergency were to happen, you would need every resource available and Bakugou might be one of them so you had to keep his number.

Bakugou’s been so fucked for the past week. When you left him that night, he cried into your pillow. He fell asleep in your room to have some sort of comfort that night but awoke to nobody. He looked around the room and saw the previous night’s disaster date and cried some more. He even waited a few more hours in your room before he came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t return until he left. You probably hated his guts right now and Bakugou couldn’t even be mad at you. You had every right but at least let him explain everything. Please.

“Bakugou, you can’t keep doing this every night man.” The red head said. Kirishima had been walking into the common room when he found his friend on the couch again for the 7th night in a row. Bakugou’s been doing everything he can to talk to you but you’ve always brushed him off. Even so, he still waits for you to get back from training every night just in case you would break one day and allow him to speak to you. Unfortunately, that night hasn’t come yet, and Bakugou still waits to hear your voice speak to him.

“....I’m gonna get her back,” Bakugou said as he continued to stare at the door, waiting for it to open.

“But what if she doesn’t want you anymore?” Kirishima argued.

“She does!...I know she does..she left me because I did something stupid, not because she doesn’t feel anything towards me anymore.” Bakugou took a breather as he felt tears pool into his eyes once more. He shook them off before he spoke again. “..She has to still love me...I won’t be the same if she doesn’t.”

Kirishima looked towards his friend with sad eyes as he heard the slight break in his voice. His friend really hasn’t been the same since the horrible breakup and it’s been worrying him. Getting his dream girl back is the only way to fix Bakugou Katsuki.

After a few minutes, the door opens up to reveal your beauty. You walked in to find another waiting Bakugou and watched as Kirishima left as he knew what was coming. You looked at the blonde with a nonchalant face as he ran up to you.

“Y/N! Hey! ...” he never really knew what to say after that. He was always too nervous to say anything else in fear of upsetting you. You rolled your eyes at him before you attempted to walk away but he ran in-front of you to stop you from going. “Uh..do you need help with that?”

He pointed to your workout bag but you just shook your head ‘no’ as you continued to walk but before you could get far, Bakugou spun you around to speak to you again.

“Hey! Did you know..uh, there’s this great new place that opened up. I wanted to know if you want to...um..go there sometime..maybe we could talk about what happened and-“

Before he could continue you walked away again. Bakugou grew frantic as he didn’t know what to do. This would be the 7th night in a row where you just ignore him and he doesn’t know if he could go through with more disappointment tonight. He could feel himself begin to shake as his heart grew nervous. Out of fear he grabbed onto your hand before you could get away. You didn’t turn to face him but you did allow him to continue.

“Please don’t go...please talk to me and please let me explain everything. I miss you so much Teddy Bear and I lov-“

Your body stilled for a second and you ran away to your room before he could finish that sentence. You couldn’t forgive him. Not yet. You ran with tears in your eyes as you tried to shake away the thoughts filling your heard. You left behind a crying Bakugou as he watched you run away. He didn’t even try to go after you. He knew it wouldn’t make any difference. He dropped his head and sniffled as he allowed the tears to fall. He walked his way back to his dorm and cried into his own pillow when he checked the time. 9:14. It was a school night and he had to get up early tomorrow. He would have to try again the next day. And so again, with a heavy heart, he went to bed without his Teddy Bear in his arms.

—

It was morning. Another day another sad Katsuki. The blonde rose out of bed with tired bags under his eyes. He looked horrible and anyone could see that. Shit just hasn’t been the same for him. Not without her. He got up and got dressed in his school uniform and went straight to class. He just had to see you again. The more he saw you, the more chances he got at getting you back.

Bakugou didn’t really have a plan on how to get Y/N back. He just worked and tried everything he could on the spot once he saw you. Once he sat down in his seat, he awaited for your arrival. You always came in pretty early and so the second you walked in he was up on his feet.

“Y/N! Hey!”

You watched as the blonde came up to you. You looked around and noticed there were only a few students in the room. So even though this would probably hurt you in the end, you decided to drop the silent treatment.

“.....Hi..Bakugou,” you said as you both continued to stand. You gave him a quick smile before dropping it and looking everywhere but at him. Bakugou smiled at the sound of your voice and grew excited.

“..Uh- I was wondering..if you wanted to..train after school? You know like we used to?” You looked at him with a raised brow and crossed arms. Did he really think you would wanna train with him?

“It’s just- I noticed you’re reflexes have been a little off,” at that you raised both brows at him and that’s when he panicked and began rambling, “no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re great! Amazing! You always are dumbass- Y/N! I meant Y/N...yeah..yeah but the point is-“

“Okay, if I say yes will you let me go to my seat?” You quickly asked.

“YES! Ehem, mm, I mean yes. Yes, I’d like that very much and I will let you..take your...your seat...” he said awkwardly but surely. You just nodded your head slowly and walked by him. Bakugou quickly and silently celebrated behind your back but stopped once you looked at him. Seeing him all excited just to hang out with you made you laugh to yourself but you quickly shut that down as you remembered who it was you were laughing at but your smile and laughter didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde. He sat down in his seat and continued to stare at you like a happy puppy.

Soon enough, more students came into the room. The bell finally rang and Aizawa walked in to let class begin. Time went by and eventually, lunch came and you can definitely guess that Bakugou, once again, tried to get you to sit with him. This time, instead of ignoring him, you simply said “no,” and kept walking.

This of course put Bakugou into a mood but he didn’t want to be stingy. You had already agreed to train with him and you always kept to your word. He was grateful but he couldn’t hide the sadness on his face.

He and the rest of the Bakusquad sat at their table and spoke amongst each other but they of course noticed their sad friend. Now everyone knew Bakugou and Y/N had broken up but only Kirishima had known why. So questions came up and Kirishima thought it would be a wise idea for Bakugou’s other friends to help.

“What’s up with McBlasty?” Sero asked, not even earning a snarl from Bakugou at the crude nickname. “Still not over the breakup?”

“It’s not a breakup!” Bakugou countered. “It’s just...a break okay?”

“Right, cuz a break involves her giving you the cold shoulder,” Mina added on. “What happened to you guys anyway? You seemed like the perfect couple.”

Bakugou cringed at her words. They were the perfect couple. And he missed his perfect girlfriend. He looked towards Kirishima to see that he was giving him the same look he always did when it came to the Bakusquad. He wanted him to tell them the truth. Bakugou sighed as he realized it was probably time for them to know.

“Y/N left me because she found out about the bet.”

Kaminari and Sero looked at each other in shock and fear. They remember exactly what happened. They were speaking on their relationship and the bet when they heard Y/N’s door slam shut. They realized she probably heard what they had said but assumed everything would be okay! They didn’t think it would cause a breakup! But who knows!? Maybe Bakugou was speaking of a different bet.

“Umm..what bet?” Kaminari asked but Bakugou only looked at him with a confused face. How could he not remember?

“The bet we made almost a year ago. The bet that ruined my perfect relationship with the love of my life. The bet that you gave me! You know? The bet where you told me to date Y/N and not fall in love with her, which I obviously failed.” Bakugou said as he straightened up at the memory. He noticed how the two idiots remained oddly silent and how they looked like they were cowering (more than usual) at the sight of him. “Why’re you acting like that?”

The boys stayed silent before Sero spoke up. “Bakugou..we have something to tell you.”

At the tall boy’s words, the whole table gave him their attention but Kaminari only looked at him with wide eyes, hinting at him to stop what he was about to do. Sero only punched Kaminari in the shoulder as the electric blonde finally gave in.

“Bakugou,” Kaminari said, “Sero and I are the reason why Y/N found out it was a bet.”

In that moment, Bakugou’s face dropped. His eyes grew wide and silence grew around the table. Bakugou’s face went from extreme shock to extreme anger. He quickly stood up and went to attack the two boys but Kirishima was quick to hold him back.

“Let go of me!!!” Bakugou screamed.

“Bakugou! You need to relax!” Kirishima realized he wouldn’t be able to hold Bakugou back himself and called for reinforcements. “Midoriya! Todoroki!”

The two boys came running and at once glance at the situation, they knew what they had to do. Midoriya and Todoroki grabbed onto Bakugou, hooking their arms under his shoulders while Kirishima stood front. The whole scene grabbed everyone’s attention, including Y/N’s.

“This is all your fault!” Bakugou screamed with slight tears in his eyes. “I lost Y/N because of you idiots! All because you couldn’t keep your mouths shut?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Bakugou said fighting against his human restraints.

“We’re sorry! We didn’t know she heard us! It’s not like we intentionally tried to ruin you two! It was an accident!” Kaminari said behind the protection of Mina.

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK! You fucking idiots ruined everything for me!” Bakugou said as his hands began to spark. He sent an explosion their way but Y/N was quick to react and get in the middle. She used her quirk to stop his explosion and everyone settled once they saw her.

“Y/N...” Bakugou whispered out as he stopped fighting. He stood still but the three boys still kept their hold on him just in case.

“It doesn’t matter how I found out or who told me Bakugou. The only thing that matters is that you and Kaminari used me as part of a bet. Do you understand that I felt like I was just a piece of a game?” Y/N explained.

“But you’re not Y/N! You’re so much more than that!” Bakugou argued.

“So then why was I even considered to be part of that bet?” You asked. The entire room grew silent as Bakugou let his tears fall. He had no answer for you. “Right.”

You picked up your bag and walked by the group, Bakugou never taking his eyes off of you. “I’ll see you in the gym later, Bakugou.” And with that, you walked off.

Bakugou shoved the 3 boys off of him as he glared at Kaminari and Sero. The boys kept their heads down as a way of apologizing to their friend but they realized they would have to do much more than that to truly make it up to their friend. As the bell rang and everyone was dismissed, Kaminari and Sero walked out together and discussed their apology plan.

—

Bakugou had skipped out on the rest of the day. He didn’t know if he would be able to hold himself back if he saw Kaminari or Sero again. He had decided he would give himself some time to cool off before he had to meet with Y/N in the gym.

At that memory he decided it was best for him to look on the bright side. He got to train with Y/N again. It would be just like old times and who knows? Maybe she’ll finally listen to him and what he has to say. Maybe she’ll take him back. Bakugou had set an alarm for himself and in the meantime took the opportunity to rest up.

—

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *click!*

Bakugou woke up from his nap and looked at the time. 1:55 p.m. Just about 20 minutes for him to get ready and meet with Y/N in gym gamma. He got up, changed into a sleeveless hoodie, sweats, and some combat boots. He grabbed his gym bag and went down to find Y/N.

Just as he stepped out of the dormitory he saw Y/N walking his way. Was he still dreaming or is that actually his dream girl walking up towards him.

“Hey, Bakugou, at least wait for me to get ready.” You said while hooking both your arms. Bakugou held a shocked expression as he looked down at where you both were linked and looked back up towards you.

“Uh..H-Hey Y/N! Uh..sorry, did you want me to wait for you?” He said still shocked.

“Uhhh yeah? I won’t take that long, c’mon Blasty.” You said so naturally as you dragged him to your room. Bakugou blushed at the old nickname but smiled as he was quick to walk by your side. On the way to your dorm, he tried to make small talk and this time you actually spoke back! You laughed with him (or more so at his shaky and nervous behavior) and smiled more. He waited for you on the outside to get ready and you guys walked back to the gym. Again, on the way there you both had fun loving conversations. It was almost like nothing changed.

You both entered the gym and began stretching.

“So what exactly is the problem with my reflexes, Blasty?” You asked while stretching. Bakugou froze mid stretch as he realized he lowkey disrespected Y/N by saying her reflexes had faltered. And he didn’t even mean it! He just said it because he didn’t know what else to say.

“Umm...you know...I’m not saying that- that there’s something wrong with your reflexes. You’re perfect!” He laughed out but froze at what he said again. He snapped his head towards you and saw you paused your stretching to give him a look. “No! Not perfect! Your reflexes are perfect! You know? You’re not perfect, your reflexes are!”

Again, you gave him another look and he froze up again. “No, no, no! I mean-“

“You just wanted to get me in here with you?”

“Yup.”

“Mm,” you said as you nodded your head and continued warming up. Bakugou sighed as he dropped his head back and groaned towards the ceiling. He hated how being around you now turned him into a pile of bleh.

You guys finally began a little sparring match. Bakugou may be a mess around you but you can always be sure that he has his head in the game. You were always a calm, cool, and collected person no matter what happened so your fight style never weakened.

You and Bakugou had been going on for awhile. You threw punches, kicks, and quirks and it was 3 to 2, with you in the lead. You guys had several rounds with different rules. No quirks, quirks only, stealth matches, and even a no rules battle.

Finally, it was the last fight and you and Bakugou were clearly exhausted. Bakugou wanted to end it now due to exhaustion and so he ran towards you and pounced. You failed to stop him and just allowed him to drop you. You both ended up tumbling around until he finally pinned you down with his face close to your.

“I-.....I win...” he said with a tired but victorious grin. He stared at your face as you did that cute little nose-scrunch thing that he loved whenever he beat you.

“What-...whatever. I let you win..Blasty,” you breathed out as he just laughed at you. You began to laugh too and you both stayed there for a little until his gaze remained on yours. You both stared at each other in awe and want as Bakugou released his hold on your wrist and placed his hands on the ground at the side of your head. He leaned in a little and you allowed your hands to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in until your lips met and softly danced across each other.

Bakugou slightly opened his eyes to look down at you and smiled as he realized you finally gave in. He closed his eyes once more and just enjoyed the moment. The kiss would’ve gone on forever if the need for oxygen didn’t exist. You both separated with a hazy look in your eyes. A string of saliva connected you both as your heavy breaths grew and a blush covered across your faces.

“..heh...” was all that Bakugou said as he sat up on his knees and allowed you to sit straight. He sat down next to you as silence filled the room. “Soo...that happened..”

You remained silent as the blush on your face remained and you got lost in thought. Bakugou looked at you in concern as he thought you were regretting the kiss until you spoke up.

“...I’ve missed you Katsuki....and...I forgive you.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide as he smiled. He stood up and brought you along with him. He picked you up and held you in his arms as he spun you around. You squealed in excitement and joy as Katsuki held you tight and once he placed you on the ground again, he gave you a quick kiss.

“I’m not saying I don’t like whats happening but...why?” He asked with a smile and confused look in his eyes. You only smiled at him and settled down before you spoke.

“..Sero and Kaminari came and talked to me. They told me everything.” Bakugou’s eyes went wide at the mention of the two morons who ruined his relationship. But he smiled as he realized they were the reason you were talking to him again. He would have to thank their dumbasses later. “They’ve been telling me how upset you’ve been and how you actually did love me.” You explained.

“Did and still do,” he corrected and you laughed at his reply.

“Right. Anyway, I’m not gonna lie, it was wrong for you to place a bet on me but..you spent almost a whole year with me..and they told me it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. I guess that means...”

“That I really do love you? That I really do want to be with you for the rest of my life? That I do need you in my life as mine to be sane? Yeah, I know.” He laughed as he wrapped him arms around your waist and held you closer while you giggled back.

“Heh..yeah.” You said. Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours as you both reveled in the comforting feeling of each other. You stayed in the loving embrace of his arms as you smiled even more.

“I’m so sorry for doing that to you, Y/N. I should’ve never placed some stupid bet on you but I’m kinda glad I did....it brought me to the perfect one for me. I really, really love you, Teddy Bear.”

Bakugou softly kissed the crown of your head as he whispered loving words to you.

“You’re mine again.”

“Yeah Suki..I’m yours.”

A/N: I’m sorry if the ending felt rushed😖 I feel like this could’ve been better but I think im reaching a writer’s block.

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