#sorry to anyone waiting for me to reply to asks ;w; keep forgetting to

[voiceofsword]

my little bees... my crazy ponies

(fanart of scamoosh's pony designs !!)

#enstars #crazy:b #rinne amagi #niki shiina #himeru #kohaku oukawa #mine #sorry to anyone waiting for me to reply to asks ;w; keep forgetting to

[blackstarmylove]

But We Aren't Dating (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Team C, W x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Team C and W wake up the morning after a tiring argument with their s/o MC. They act off throughout the day, but eventually decide to confront her and maybe apologize to her so their relationship doesn’t get rocky over what should be nothing more than a one-off lovers quarrel. “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, “our relationship is more important” blah blah… However, it seems the man has forgotten they’re not actually dating MC, their CRUSH, and that it was all just a dream they had. MC is confused. The original prompt i took this from was a dream about cheating, so you can use that too if comfortable. But i said argument in case it’s still uncomfortable. Thank you

A/N: Using cheating in this context is fine since it's a dream. I will use the original prompt!

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With each step Kokuyou took towards you, his courage lowered. He needed to tell you the truth, but the what-if questions in his mind nagged at him.

"(Y/n). Why are you ignoring me?"

Did you somehow find out about what he did? Were you waiting for him to confess his mistake? He waited for your reply, but his patience ran out.

"Look, I know I messed up. I don't know how it happened. It was a mistake...a huge mistake."

You wondered what he was talking about but curious to find out, you stayed silent.

"I only like you! I don't like anyone and will never will," he loudly stated. "I didn't mean to cheat on you. I swear. Don't...break up with me...please."

The way he said please in a broken voice stabbed at your heart. A chuckle escaped your lips, "I didn't know you liked me and that you dream about me."

It suddenly dawned on Kokuyou that the incident was nothing more than a dream; moreover, he confessed to you.

"Cat got your tongue?" You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I like you too."

Kokuyou's muscles tensed up even more. He was speechless - absolutely speechless.

How could he do something like this to you? You showed him much love and care, and here he was, cheating on you. How did this happen?

On top of that, he ignored you and made every excuse to escape you. He can't keep going like this.

Akira grabbed your hand, startling you, and dragged you to the rooftop for privacy. Taking a few deep breaths, he faced you and forced a smile, "There's something I gotta tell you. Please don't be mad at me."

You raised an eyebrow as a marathon of thoughts raced through your mind.

"I c-che...I...I cheated on you! But I am sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. I don't even know how it happened!"

You awkwardly shifted your weight from one leg to another and looked around the rooftop. How exactly were you supposed to break the news to him?

"Akira...we aren't dating...."

"Whaa?" He ran his fingers through his hair and gathered his scattered mind. "Oh...um...I..."

Did he just accidentally, in a weird way, confess to you?

"Sorry...I think I had a dream? Um...forget it."

"Hold on a second," you playfully smiled. "Is there something you want to tell me, Akira?"

His hands shook as he poured a cup of tea for you, making you worry more about him. What had happened to turn the deathly calm and composed man into a shaking mess?

"Sin, is something the matter? Are you not feeling well?"

He should have known you would pick up on it; it looked like he couldn't hide it any longer from you.

Sin got down on one knee beside your chair and took your hands in his. "I apologize... from the bottom of my heart. I am truly sorry, (y/n). I had no intention of hurting you, and love you dearly," Sin sighed. "(Y/n), I cheated on you. I should not ask after committing such a crime, but would you consider forgiving me?"

You stayed silent for a moment, processing his confession. With a heavy blush on your cheeks, you leaned your face closer to his and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Sounds like you had a dream. Sin, we are not dating," you smiled, "...yet."

He stared at you, stunned, but seemed relieved. Meeting your eyes, he smiled, "Yet? Then would you like to go on a date with me?"

Takami sat beside you and moved his eyes to the sky. He wasn't sure how to start, but to show you his true feelings, he decided to show you a side of him that no one had seen yet.

"Since the first day I saw you, I was drawn to you," he smiled.

You snapped your head in his direction and stared with your jaw dropped. Where did this come from?

"The more I saw you, the more I liked you. You are beautiful...inside and out," he spoke softly. "When I see you talking to the other cast members, I have the urge to pull you into a kiss to let them know you are taken. That would upset you, though, correct?"

"Takami...where is-"

"If it's alright, would you please let me finish? I barely gathered the courage to say these words to you...so please." He still couldn't meet your eyes.

"(Y/n), last night...I cheated on you. To be honest, I don't recall how it happened," he let you a self-depriving chuckle. "I realize it's selfish of me to ask, but would you give me another chance?"

You rested your hand on your chest. Did he like you so much that he apologized for his mistake in his dream?

"No, Takami. I won't give you another chance. But I will give you a first chance..."

You met his confused gaze and giggled, "We aren't dating Takami. Sounds like you had a dream...hopefully, it was only a dream."

Takami covered his mouth with his right hand and chuckled. "Ah, so it seems like I was dreaming. How embarrassing, but I would love to take that first chance."

Taiga was avoiding you like the plague. You couldn't remember what you did to make him flee when he saw you.

You attempted to catch him alone throughout the day and finally reached the evening. "Taiga!"

He tried to run away, but you pinned him against the wall, glaring at him. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Do I smell bad? Is there something on my face?"

"N-No," he mumbled. "Look! I messed up badly without meaning to! I don't know how the hell it happened. I will do anything to make it up to you! Even stop playing...video games..."

"You will stop playing video games? Taiga, what are you talking about?"

"I cheated on you! There, I said it." He couldn't bring himself to look at your expressions.

You stared blankly at him and had no idea what he was talking about, but you decided to go along. "T-Taiga...how could you! How could you do this to me?"

When he saw tears in your eyes, Taiga panicked and threw his arms around you. "I am sorry. I am very sorry. I love you...I swear."

"Is that so?" You giggled and pecked his cheek. "You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that. I love you too."

"Wha..." Taiga stared at your back in confusion as you walked away. "What just happened?"

Throughout the day, Mokuren kept sharing their food with you, and you had no idea why. It was not like them to give their food to anyone, so why were they being so nice to you?

"Mokuren...is something wrong?"

They briefly glanced at you but quickly averted their gaze, "I am sorry..."

That was all they said before heading to the rehearsal room. Feeling that something was off, you followed them and spied on them through the small opening in the door. They were completely offbeat and unfocused. This was not the Mokuren you knew.

"Mokuren," you opened the door and walked in. "What's going on?"

"I cheated on you," their response was blunt. "I don't know how to face you...or what I should do."

Though you had no clue what they were talking about, you asked, "When?"

"Last night."

"So...in your dream?" You giggled.

Mokuren turned to look at you but didn't say a word. Were you saying they dreamed about this? Their cheeks turned crimson as they turned their back to you.

"At least now I know you will think twice about cheating on me," you teased, "when we start dating."

You were sorting through the papers in Unei's office, and the next thing you knew, Qu pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Qu...?"

"I am s-sorry," he sniffed.

"Are you crying? Qu, what's wrong?"

"Will you please forgive me?" His voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying for a while.

"Forgive you for what? What happened?"

"I c-cheated on you last night..."

Slowly pulling out of his hug, you cupped his cheeks and met his eyes. You wiped his tears away and forced a smile, "How can you cheat on me when we aren't dating?"

Qu moved his eyes around, trying to piece everything together. There was a question you wanted to ask, but at the same time, you were afraid of what he would say.

"Qu...did you g-get...intimate with someone last night?"

"No," he exclaimed, "I was dreaming..."

"I'm glad," you smiled, relieved.

"(Y/n). I only have eyes for you," he whispered, pecking your nose.

For a few minutes, you watched Kasumi sweeping the same spot. What was he thinking about so hard? You cautiously approached him, not wanting to startle him.

"Kasumi. Are you okay?"

"H-Huh? O-Oh...yeah. Sorry."

"Are you sure?" You asked, worried.

Kasumi forced a smile, "I am a bad person and don't deserve someone like you."

"You...what?"

"The least I can do is be honest with you," he chuckled dryly. "I told myself many times that I would protect you - protect your smile, yet last night, I...cheated on you."

"Oh...um...so you..." you couldn't even bring yourself to ask if he got close to another woman. "I see. I should stay away from you then...your girlfriend might get mad at me."

Kasumi tilted his head, "My girlfriend. That's you..."

"Me?" You gasped.

The two of you stared at each other in utter confusion until Kasumi nervously laughed, "Ah...I think I was dreaming..."

"Oh," you awkwardly chuckled. "Then I will get going. Wait, does this mean you like me?"

"I have for the longest time!" He grinned.

What situation did he get himself into? He knew he shouldn't have drunk so much, but how was he supposed to know it would lead to such a mistake?

"Ara ara, my little bird. What are..." Zakuro became silent for a few seconds. "You know what...I can't do this. Who knew the burden of guilt would consume me entirely."

"Guilt? What did you do?"

" I cheated on the woman who I love," he laughed. "I cheated on you. But you know what? I am willing to do anything for you. Ask me to leave Starless, and I shall. Ask me to hit my head against the wall, and your wish will be my command. Slap me if you wish, but please...don't hate me. I wouldn't be able to live if you did."

Was he acting? Was this part of some play he was rehearsing? If so, why did his emotions feel so real?

"First, no, Zakuro, I don't want you to hurt yourself, nor will I hurt you. Second, I have no idea what you are talking about. Lastly, you can't cheat on me if we are not in a relationship."

"Ar...a?" His left eyebrow twitched as his eyes widened. "We aren't dating? Oh, we aren't dating...seems as though I confessed my feeling to you."

"Seems like it," you chuckled. "So...who exactly did you cheat on me with?"

"Why do you ask?"

"So that I can punch her and tell her to stay away from you," you giggled.

This was not him. He was raised with manners and proper education and taught to respect women. Then how did he end up cheating on you? Moreover, how was he going to tell you?

"Earth to Hari!"

He snapped out of his thoughts to see you waving your hands before his face. "What are you thinking about? Did Mokuren kick you again?"

"Far worse..."

"Don't tell me they tore into you like you were a piece of meat," you teased.

"No," he sighed. "(Y/n), what if I cheated on you. What would you do?"

"Um...that came out of nowhere. Well, I would not forgive any man who would cheat on me. Why do you ask?"

"Any man? Are you dating someone else too?" He gasped.

"Huh? Hari...I am not dating anyone. Period."

"What...then," Hari mumbled and thought for a second. "Last night...did she and I...oh..." It was a dream and nothing more. How silly of him to think he cheated on a woman who he isn't even dating. "Then, I shall get going."

"Wait, Hari...who is she? Who are you talking about?" You asked as he walked away. "Did you sleep with someone?"

"No, but I wouldn't mind if it were you. Anyway, see you later!" He teased before running away.

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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 | 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 & 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 ♡

Warning(s): none, be happy!

Note: Is this another scenario that I've been thinking about for a while but for some reason never executed❔ And I think it turned out very nice so I put it here anyway. (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)🩷

New pair of sneakers.

Romantic: (I can't believe I was able to buy so many things in one day! ♡)

Romantic: (I knew it was a good idea to come when I saw that promotion, but I think it's time to return to the Sakamaki mansion.)

Romantic: (Ayato-kun must be at home waiting for me to eat together, after all, I promised I would teach him how to make takoyaki!)

Romantic: He-he ♪ Well, then let's go home.

Person A: Look at those sneakers! I want to buy some of those someday.

Person B: Yeah! They are a new collection line!

Romantic: Oh? Sneakers?

Romantic: (Wait... I feel like someone had told me something similar about sneakers, but who?)

Romantic: ...Oh! It was Ayato-kun, wasn't it?!

Romantic: M-my godness, how could I forget?!

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

Romantic: (It's true, he has a game this weekend and he had told me that his shoes were already quite worn out after so much time.)

Romantic: He said maybe he would go buy a pair of sneakers when he felt like it, but I'm already here.

Romantic: ( And... what if I buy Ayato-kun some sneakers? I don't think he would dislike the idea! I would like to do it for him as well. ♪)

Romantic: Will I? W-well! Trying never hurts anyone! I'm going to sent him a message right now.

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

Ayato: Mh... hah...

Ayato: Pwaah... who the hell is texting at this hour?

Ayato: Ah? It's Chibimushi... What does he want now?

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ayato-kun! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈  ⁠) Sorry for texting you so suddenly, it's just that I'm here at the mall and I wanted to ask you something really quick.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah? What's up?

Ayato: (I hate being woken up...)

Ayato: (Oh? He already responded?)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ It's just that while walking here I remembered that you had told me that you wanted a new pair of sneakers because the ones you have are already worn out.

Ayato: So that's about it...

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yes, that's true. I have been meaning to get myself a new pair.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Why do you ask?

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Well, I saw some models here at the mall that I thought you might like, I would like to send you photos of some so you can see, is that okay?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah, sure. I guess that's fine.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ But don't expect me to be praising you for it or anything, hehe.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Alright! ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯🩷

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Don't worry, wait a moment, okay? I'll tell them to show me a few sneakers, take a picture and I'll send them to you.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Don't be late, Chibimushi.

*Romantic sends the photos after 20 minutes.*

Ayato: He finally sends them! Let's see..

Ayato: Che, there are too many models, I can barely concentrate on one...

Ayato: (I don't think any of the sneakers here will convince me...)

—Kaminashi Shopping Center, Shoe store.—

Romantic: He replied! I'll see what he said...

Romantic: (Oh... Ayato-kun didn't like any of them? I assumed something like this would happen, but I was a little hopeful.)

Romantic: (None of these models are his style after all, I should try with something else... I'll tell him if I can look for more.)

Ayatito chulo ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ow... :( I'm sorry, Ayato-kun, these are the ones I found in the store that were a bit similar to the ones you had.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ It's 'kay, stop worrying about that.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Maybe I’m not even going to buy a new pair of shoes anyway. I don’t even know what I want.

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Then?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ No, Chibimushi. I'm fine like this, I appreciate the detail but I'm hungry, just get your ass back home, will you?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ I will be waiting, plz take care.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Yes, I love you. ♡

Romantic: ...That wasn't what I had in mind.

Romantic: There must be something that might be his taste... Ayato-kun can't keep wearing the same sneakers all the time!

Romantic: I know he's not too patient for these things...

Romantic: I need something like... Oh! I know!

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

*Another 25 minutes later.*

Ayato: Tsk, what the hell is he doing? This is ridiculous, he already took too long and I hate having to wait... and he knows it.

Ayato: Chibimushi...

Ayato: (I know he likes to show me affection with gifts... and he appreciates me, as he should! But— only Chibimushi spends his money on crazy or even useless stuff.)

Ayato: (I can buy it all myself, I don't need anyone to do it for me.)

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Hey.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Are you okay? Is something holding you up?

Romantic: Ayato-kun, i'm here!

Ayato: Chibimushi—!

Ayato: You're lucky I'm not mad at you! Your late, what's with that? Why did you take so long?!

Ayato: ...Why did you even bring a whole shopping bag if you were only buying the takoyaki ingredients?

Romantic: He-he ♪ that's because I bring a surprise with me.

Ayato: Huh?

Romantic: Ta-daaa! ♪ Your new pairs of sneakers!

Ayato: ...!

Romantic: B-before you say anything, I... would like you to see them and try them on...

Ayato: Romi...

Romantic: They are even nice in person, open them!

Ayato: Pfft—! Hahaha~! ♡ I have no idea of what to say now, these are atrocious!

Ayato: These shoes are even better than those that you showed me in the photos! How much did these even cost?!

Romantic: I-it doesn't matter! The price is the least important thing.

Ayato: Thank you, Chibimushi. As expected of my boyfriend you could only bring me the best.

Romantic: Well, of course!

Ayato: But, seriously, Chibimushi.

Ayato: You didn't have to do it, we're not on a holiday and it's not my birthday either, isn't?

Romantic: W-what?! Don't say that! Giving you gifts is like giving you little parts of me...

Romantic: Your happiness matters to me especially when it is something you have wanted for a long time...

Ayato: You're kidding, right? Romi...please stop that speech already.

Romantic: I... I think you deserve it for all the good you have done, not only for me, but also for yourself.

Ayato: ...Heh.

Ayato: Thanks, Chibimushi. You know I love your gifts... big or not, if they are as important to you as they are to me, then I will put them to good use.

Ayato: Besides, I could never refuse you after making a fool of yourself with such pretty face saying how much do you love me.

Romantic: So, will you use them?

Ayato: Duh, and you will go to the game with me.

Romantic: Y-yes!

Ayato: That's it... Now, let's eat takoyaki together, okay? That's an order, I'm starving.

Romantic: Mm... Alright. ♡

Romantic: (His kisses are so sweet, I can feel his words filling my heart completely... knowing that now he will have a memory of me in the next game.)

#(Improvised scenario that lived in my head) #(Esta medio feito perdón 💔) #bloody kisses #💗🍓 #diabolik lovers #diaboliklovers #diaboys #dialover #diahell #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #diabolik lovers oc #original character #otome oc #oc #self insert #self indulgent #self ship #otome games #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #fluff

[britishassistant]

Poor Yuuya, he’s an easy target for anyone to pick on. I imagine Yuu or Yuuken standing up for him when the boss’s boss is to harsh on him and helping him bulid more confidence in his abilities.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

“Kuroki!”

Yuuya can’t help startling at the sound of that voice.

Oh please, what does he think he’s done wrong now, please let it be a little thing, please let it be over with quickly—

“Where are your talking points for the report on Leviathan?!” The man thunders, face so dark a red it’s practically purple. “I told you to have them on my desk two hours ago!!”

No he hadn’t. But if Yuuya points that out, or the fact that even if he tried his best to compile his findings the man will scold him for somehow not being able to read the supervillain’s mind, it’ll just lead to more screaming, and Yuuya potentially losing his job.

Better to keep his head down, keep apologizing.

“Y-yes, I, I’m sorry, sir, sorry—”

“Sorry doesn’t finish reports, Kuroki!” The man bellows, a vein throbbing. “I swear, I’m beginning to wonder if you’re serious about wanting to keep this position—!”

“Sir.”

Yuuken is big, looms over Yuuya and their boss’s boss easily. It’s sorta intimidating at times, even when Enma doesn’t mean to. Right now though, Yuuya somehow feels a little safer than he did a moment ago.

“W-what is it, Enma?!” The man’s stutter is audible and from the way his lip curls, he hates that it is. “Can’t you see I’m busy?!”

“Just wanted to check that Yuuya was ready for the Gracey-Asim engagement interview.” Yuuken says, face practically a stone wall. “You’ve assigned it to us on the roster, for 4pm?”

Yuuya feels a rush of hope go through him. If their boss gets distracted berating them about what to and not to do on this new assignment, he’ll probably forget entirely about the arbitrary deadline he “forgot” to notify Yuuya for the Leviathan report. Nice one, Yuuken!

“That can wait, Enma!” The two of them share a grimace as the tyrant that runs their news station blusters on. “It’s a fluff piece about the youngest of the Graceys and the eldest branch Asim finding ‘twue wuv’, our viewers aren’t going to care about it beyond a good gossip! I assigned you and Kuroki to this purely because neither of you have a record of causing incidents with our more distinguished guests, unlike Radcliffe. But if Kuroki can’t even hand in a simple report on the actions of a notorious supervillain which actually affects people’s insipid little lives, then maybe he’s not fit for—!!”

“Ah—excuse me, sorry!” Yuu pokes their head in, a wide customer-service smile on their lips, waving a sheaf of papers above their head. “The Leviathan report, right? I accidentally picked it up earlier when I was grabbing the notes Yuuya helped me with for the Champion follow-up. I’m sorry for the confusion, it’s my fault.”

Their boss’s boss snatches the papers offered. The papers that seem to have a much higher page count than what Yuuya’s currently got on his computer.

“Hmph.” The man shoots a disgusted glare between the two of them. “Don’t let this happen again, Radcliffe. You’re causing enough problems for the station as it is.”

And with that, he dumps the papers on the desk, turns, and strides out without a backwards word of apology to Yuuya.

The three of them all deflate in unison once he’s out of the room, shooting small, tired grins at each other.

“Wait a minute,” Yuuya pulls the report towards him, flipping through it to check he’s not going crazy. “Sorry, Yuu, but what…?”

The report has at least seven extra pages stapled to its original length, somehow detailing a new plan Leviathan’s got in the works about infiltrating the beauty industry using eel slime…?

“Poison Queen enjoys talking about new skincare routines he’s discovered, if you can get him onto the topic,” Yuu shrugs in reply to his questioning stare, as if this is totally unremarkable information that anyone could get if they wanted. “And Azul can never resist bragging if he thinks he’s getting away with something.”

They rub the back of their neck with a sigh. “Honestly, I’m just glad you set the document to be open for editing—I don’t know what I would’ve done if not. I still owe Tsunotaro from the last emergency kidnapping, and I don’t have enough tuna to bribe Grim, so.”

“…You’re kinda scary sometimes, Radcliffe.” Is all Yuuya can say to that.

Yuu sputters. “Wh—hey! How, how am I scary?!”

“Listen to what you just said.” Yuuken advises. “Then ask the question again.”

Yuu’s mouth opens for a beat, a finger raised in rebuttal.

They slowly close it again.

“Okay, you know what, fair.” They lean against Yuuya’s desk. “So you stealing my cameraman from me to go interview Jawad al-Asim and…Leota Gracey?”

“Megami Gracey.” He corrects on autopilot. “Do you remember, the half-sister they found living downtown after her mom died, maybe, ten years back? There was some scandal about the mom’s involvement in some criminal activity that influenced the original custody ruling. Ken Gracey made a huge deal about ‘bringing his rightful daughter home’, nobody was talking about anything else for weeks.”

Yuu and Yuuken stare blankly at him.

“O-or not?” Yuuya ventures nervously. “Have you…didn’t you guys hear about this when you were kids too?”

“First I’ve heard of it.” Yuuken shrugs.

“Yeah, me too. But I did grow up out in the sticks, so.” Yuu seesaws a hand back and forth, before their face grows solemn. “But that doesn’t answer my question, Kuroki.”

“H-huh??”

Yuu looms over him, hands splayed flat on the desk as they stare him dead in the eye.

“What are your intentions towards my cameraman?”

…what.

“What?”

“He’s obviously going to besmirch my honor, Yuu.” Yuuken deadpans, only a small twitch by his mouth betraying his amusement. “Ravish me senseless. I’ll never be fit for marriage after he’s done with me.”

“How could you, Yuuya?! Yuuken’s so innocent!” Yuu splays themself against him, one hand dramatically thrown over their forehead. “Will no one be spared your wicked wiles?!”

Yuuya can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Wh—ho—we—I’m not—!! Enma! We’re going to be late for our interview!”

Yuuken doesn’t even bother to hide his chuckling as he helps Yuuya gather his notes and follows him out of the office, the jerk. “Lead on, Yuuya.”

“Have him home by eight, Kuroki!” Yuu calls after him, because they’re the worst. “I’ll know if you stop for any canoodling!”

Yuuya sticks his tongue out at them over his shoulder, which just cracks them up more. Why, oh why, do all his coworkers have to be so crazy?! His boss is normal, but so far she’s the only one! Wait, does that mean he’s somehow weird too?!

Still, he sighs, as he makes a few last minute notes in the passenger seat while Yuuken loads up the gear they’ll need in the company van and straps himself into the driver’s seat. At least it’s a simple, uncomplicated, un-supervillain-related assignment. The chances of things going off the rails are at an all time low, even for him.

Yuuya rallies. Interviewing a rich girl about her upcoming engagement. What could go wrong?

#twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #twst yuuya #kuroki yuuya #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #enma yuuken #twst yuuken #yuu and yuuken are a force of nature when they tease #megami gracey #we need to find a name for the boss’s boss #it was hard referring to him in text without one

[scarletwinterxx]

mark lee day - short scenario

hii🥺 it’s been so long i’m not sure what to say... apart from thank you to those who waited and those who showed this blog some love while I was gone🥺😭💛 ngl it’s been a tough couple of weeks hence why i haven’t written anything. 

This one is a bit close to home (i do share an almost bday w mark😅) hope you like it even tho it’s a bit late for Mark Lee day.

again. thank u thank u thank u

This is definitely a very different scenario than what you have originally planned. 

You were supposed to celebrate your birthday with your favorite human. Seeing as you share an almost birthday, his on the 2nd of August and yours on the 3rd. It’s a tradition you and Mark have had ever since you got together. 

It’s also one of the first thing you bonded over, when you were just starting to get to know each other you mentioned your birthdate to him to which he replied with an overly excited tone and huge grin, thinking that maybe it was fate all along. 

“Yo wait what? my birthday is on the 2nd” he says with the biggest smile you’ve seen, his cheeks looking so cute

“Yea, I’m born on the 3rd. Guess that makes you older than me?”

And now here you are spending it apart for the first time in 3 years.

You tried your best to cheer up whenever he calls since he’s still in quarantine. But once he hangs up, you’re overcome with this feeling of sadness and longing.  Sad because he missed so many thing these past few weeks and knowing your beloved boyfriend well he’s probably beating himself over it. 

You didn’t want to add to the list of things he’s worrying about so you try and put on a brave face for him. But in reality you wanted nothing but to curl up by his side and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

It’s been a normal day so far. Instead of having the usual celebration the two of you would have, you spent the day on your own. Not forgetting to send Mark a birthday wish the moment the clock struck twelve and a cake to be delivered later to his place. 

Hearing the doorbell ring, you wondered who it might be. You weren’t expecting anyone, you walked towards your door looking at the monitor first before opening it. You see a bunch of flowers held infront of the person’s face. 

“Uh hello?”

“Special delivery from Lee Minhyung” you hear the familiar voice of Jeno

Opening the door, you see not only Jeno but also Chenle and Jaemin waiting outside your door. Chenle holding a bunch of balloons while Jaemin has the cake. 

“What is this?” you ask the three guys

“Mark hyung asked us to deliver these to you since he can’t, he also said to check up on you but he told us to leave that part out” Chenle explains, making the two older guys look at him questioningly

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it” you chuckle, stepping aside to let the guys in

“We’re not staying for long, just here to greet you an advance happy birthday” Jeno says as he give you the flowers, “Thank you guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I know you’re busy”

“No big deal, plus we know today’s kinda a bummer for you and Mark. We just wanted to help”

“Thank you really” after saying your goodbye’s, you take a quick picture of the cake, flowers and balloons. Sending the snapshot to Mark. 

Immediately he give you a call. 

“You got it?” you hear his voice ask, he still sounds a bit sick but better than the previous days you’ve talked to him. 

“Yes, you didn’t have to though. Just get well soon is all I’m asking”

“Baby, I can’t let this day pass without buying you a cake and the flowers” Mark says, already feeling the smile form on your lips “I know, I just... didn’t want to celebrate without you”

“I know, I’m sorry” Mark says

Shaking your head, you smile at him through the screen “No hey, what did we talk about. Don’t apologize okay? No one’s at fault here”

“But-” “No buts, Mark Lee. You’re going to make me sad if you say sorry one more time” finally showing the sadness you’ve been keeping from him 

“Thank you,,, for saying it’s not my fault” he mumbles, wishing he was next to instead

“Of course it’s not, no need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting better, okay? That’s all I wish for”

“I am working on that, don’t worry to much about me baby” he can see the smile making its’ way to your face again, instantly making him feel better. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on our next birthday. And the next one after that and the many more to come” he promises to you, and you know Mark is a man of his words. 

“You have a lifetime to do that, don’t worry” you tell him

“That I do know, happy birthday to us. It’s like the universe knew I needed you in my life so they sent you” he says, not missing the lovestruck look in his eyes making you blush instantly

“Remember that time I told you I used to hate celebrating my birthday, but ever since I knew I started to like this day a little bit more” you tell him, “Hey, your birthday is definitely something to celebrate”

“Yea but I like it better because of you”

He shakes his head, looking down on the ground to hide his grin. It’s like you know just what to say to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter or how to make his heart feel like it’s about to stop beating. 

“I like you best, my love”

“This is not a competition on who likes who more, Mark Lee. Don’t make me say it again”

“But I like you more” “Na uh, I like you more”

“Okay fine, you like me more but I love you most. Ha can’t beat that” he says, effectively shutting you up. 

“I love you too, babe. Happy birthday” you tell him, “I love you, baby. Happy birthday”

#tags #story #nct #nct reco #nct fic #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct oneshot #nct dream #nct 127 #nct mark #mark lee #mark #lee minhyung #mark imagine #mark au #mark scenario #mark lee boyfriend #mark lee fic #mark lee imagine #mark lee oneshot #nct fluff #mark lee fluff #mark lee day

[ktdkkudasai]

Pro hero Katsuki x Quirkless flower shop owner Izuku AU

They are not going to same high school and Izuku moved away straight away after secondary graduation so they’ve not met eachother since then, Pro hero Katsuki realize his feeling after he started attending UA but didn’t take action because of what he did to Izuku in secondary.

One day when he finished work he saw a small flower shop and it reminds him that it’s nearly his mum’s birthday so he decided to walk in to order some flowers but the first thing he saw was Izuku, his childhood friend and his secret crush.

Izuku is serving another customer with an angel smile, he didn’t release Katsuki is here until he tries to wave goodbye to his customer, Izuku is looking really surprise when he saw Katsuki is actually standing there.

After a quick conversation he notice that Izuku doesn’t act like he hates seeing him again, which is weird thinking of what he done to Izuku during secondary, he apologised to Izuku about that but Izuku seems he doesn’t care that much about their past anymore which is a good sign for Katsuki. He also noticed that Izuku is still a huge hero fan although he failed to be one, but those sparkling eyes during his non-stop talking about hero has never changed. Katsuki also promised that he will show up more to tell him about hero since this shop is not that far away from his agency.

They started texting, chatting & even hanging out together sometimes, everything seems perfect until the day Katsuki came to order flowers with a message card saying “I Love you” for a girl’s name, Izuku was totally shocked because he thinks that’s a gift for Katsuki‘s girlfriend. Although The flowers are actually a birthday gift Katsuki’s grandma, since Izuku doesn’t know his grandma’s name so he was heartbroken. Izuku started avoiding Katsuki from that day, he barely response to Katsuki‘s texts trying to fade away from him because he has a crush on Katsuki but he already has a girlfriend, Izuku hopes that staying away from Katsuki will allow him to forget his feelings for him.

Katsuki is so confused about the way Izuku has been acting weird recently, he decided to talk to him face-to-face so he went to his flower shop. When Izuku saw him the smile disappeared from his face straight away, there must be something wrong between them & Katsuki just wanna fix the problem.

“Izuku we need to talk”

“You can just…text me?” Izuku answered, without looking at Katsuki.

“I can’t talk when you just read my texts and don’t reply.”

“I was too b-busy…”

“You’re such a bad liar you know?” Katsuki gave him a weird look then signed.

“……I-I am just…in a bad mood”

“Then you can talk to me about it”

“But I don’t want to…”

“You don’t want to talk to me when you’re not happy?” Katsuki looks hurt because of what Izuku just said.

“NO!…it’s hard to tell you about it”

“I wanna know, Izk”

“…I just noticed that my crush has a girlfriend so I was…upset”

“…You like boys?”

“Yeh…Sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable”

“Why would I? I like boys as well”

“You WHAT!?” Izuku is surprised because that means maybe those flowers are not for his girlfriend.

“Well not every boys actually, I’m just into my crush & he’s a lad so ”

“So…you don’t have a partner yet?”

“I wish I do, but I gotta confess to him first.”

“You’ll be fine, there’s no way that anyone would reject you”

“…What about you?”

“Huh!?”

“Will you reject me if I confess to you?”Katsuki slowly stepped forward.

“Stop teasing me Kacchan…”

“What if I am serious?”

“Why you keep asking me these !?” Izuku looks puzzled.

“Because I love you, Izuku”

Katsuki carefully hugged Izuku, so near to eachother that they can even feel both of their hearts are beating fast together.

“You…love me!?”

“I do”

“But…”

“I know you are upset because of another man, but I still want you to know I am always here for you”

“W-wait! Kacchan stop!!”

Izuku suddenly jumped away from Katsuki‘s hug, Katsuki sees it as a reject sign & hurt flashes in his eyes.

“…You still love that guy and won’t even give me a chance to take care of you?”

“No!! Hmm I mean, of course I still love him…but…but there’s no another man, it has always been you!”

“WTH I don’t have a freakin GF! I NEVER date anyone before”

“I thought those flowers you ordered before are for your girlfriend…”

“For my grandma, actually”

“Oh…”

After they figured out the misunderstanding between them they both feel kinda release but also awkward at the same time because now they know they are actually crushing on eachother.

“So…Kachan…”

“Yeh?”

“Will…Will you still take care of me?”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean…”

“You can’t even ask a question properly?”

“Hmm…”

“Guess I need to show you how to do it”

“Pardon me!?”

“Will you go out with me? Izuku”

Tears filled Izuku’s big eyes, he jumped back into Katsuki, his boyfriend arms.

“…I will take this as a yes”

“Of course”

“But I still not heard how you feel about me yet”

“I did…”

“You said you love him, who is him?”

“Oh!” Izuku giggles due to his boyfriend’s childish behaviour.

“I love you, Kacchan!”

Just some extra settings:

When Katsuki decided he wanna propose to Izuku, he will order flower from his shop and when he came to pick the flower he will write “Will you marry me?” in the message card right in front of Izuku then hand the card with the beautiful flowers to Izuku.

When Izuku is serving Katsuki it will be like this:

#bakudeku #mha bkdk #bkdk fanart #my art #my threads #2022

[landoncrris]

idk of requests are open? but if they are or if you wanna save this until they’re open again i would love you even more hehe. soo how about you’re the only thing that can really calm mason down, the only one he doesn’t take his bad mood out on… so maybe a situation after a game that he lost and he’s fucked up with everyone, like family or something but not with you and he just wants to hug and hold on to you? tyyy x

this scenario went through my brain weeks already before you had requested this, so thank you for giving me a chance to write it down anon xx

lover’s comfort - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

warnings: english is not my first language, not proofread

word count: 1.5k

When the whistle blew, you could already see Mason’s head hanging low in defeat, his jaw clenched from the result of the particularly tough game they had just played. And sadly, it wasn’t an unimportant game either, a game that Chelsea probably could’ve won if Mason hadn’t made so many mistakes.

He immediately went down the tunnel without speaking to anyone or even glancing in your and his parents’ direction like he usually does. That’s why neither of you have messaged him, thinking that he’d wanted to be left alone and have time to calm down from his bad mood — although the opposite would’ve been the case. So you just stood outside the car talking to his parents about Chelsea’s performance while you waited for Mason to come outside, as they offered to drive you both home.

But you didn’t have to wait too long, as he was the first to come out, just wanting to go home as quickly as possible, so as not to let anyone annoy him or ask him questions about the game. He just wanted to be in your presence and forget about the game, at least until the next training session. That’s why he couldn’t help but scoff when he saw that his parents were also waiting and not just you, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Hey Mase, how are you feeling?” his mother asked as he came closer, but he just ignored her, walking past you with quick steps and keeping his gaze on the ground, not looking at any of you. “Mason, your mother asked you something.”

“Whatever.” he muttered in replie to his father, tossing his bags into the boot before sitting down in the the backseat of the car. You send an apologetic look to his parents, feeling sorry that Mason decided to take out his bad mood on them. As the three of you also got into the car and drove off, his mother started talking again after no apology came, telling him to have more respect to his parents among other things, even though she knew she shouldn’t take it to heart, she couldn’t help but feel hurt as he kept ignoring her.

You too knew that he didn’t want to be like that, and the way he hung his head low the whole time told you that he was sorry, just too stubborn to admit it right away. You also knew that he loved his parents, of course, but he hated the company of other people when he was in a bad mood, except yours. He didn’t feel ashamed after a particularly bad performance, as he did with others, because he hated letting other people see how much these games meant to him and frustrated him. Except for you, the only person he wasn’t ashamed to cry in front of or talk his heart out, because he knew you loved him anyway and would always be there for him.

So you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, even though you kept silent, thinking a few times of taking his hand to comfort him, but there was still a little voice in your head that stopped you. You didn’t want him to snap at you too, even though you knew he wouldn’t, but the voice was still there. But as soon as his mother stopped talking, he leaned his head against the window, which finally made you ignore the voice and undo your seatbelt to slide into the seat next to him, knowing how uncomfortable that position he was in was.

When he felt your leg against his, he turned his head and you smiled sweetly at him to test the waters. This immediately warmed his heart a little, smile growing on his face too, giving you confirmation that he wasn’t mad at you or something. So you patted your shoulder, signalling him to put his head there instead. Mason nuzzled his head into your neck and breathed in your scent, which relaxed him a bit while he wrapped his arms around your body as best he could.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered softly so that only you could hear, and you kissed his head in response, seeing his mother looking at you through the rear view mirror and smiling at the both of you. “You don’t have to apologise to me, baby.” you whispered in his ear, whereupon he took a deep breath and hugged you even tighter.

“I’ll already go inside alright?” you said to Mason quietly as you pulled into your driveway, making it clear that he should apologise now, and that he would know better than to continue being stubborn. As the car came to a stop, you said a quick goodbye and thanked his parents for driving you home before going inside, leaving the door open for Mason. In the meantime, until he was inside too, you took off your Chelsea jersey and put on a hoodie and sweatpants.

When you came back downstairs, Mason was already leaning against the counter with a glass of water in his hand. You walked over and stood in front of him, your hands unzipping his team jacket as you spoke, “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

“We just lost a game, y’all don’t need to treat me like I’m some wounded child.” he replied, walking away from you and over to the dining table instead, where he plopped down on a chair with a huff, clearly the conversation with his parents had not improved his mood. You turned to look at him again and saw him throw his head back with a groan at the same time.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” he mumbled, only lifting his head to look at you instead of the ceiling when he heard you move closer. “Don’t worry about it, Mase.” settling down on his lap and wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer for a quick kiss.

“You want to eat anything now or not?” you asked again, feeling his thumbs circling your hips as you waited for his answer. “No, thank you.” he murmured against your lips before closing the gap again, just about to deepen the kiss as you pulled back, making him groan.

“Come on,” standing up from his lap despite his complaints, holding out your hands for him to take, “let’s go to bed.” your words made him take your hands, whereupon you pulled him up so that he was standing. You turned around and wrapped his arms around you instead, before walking into your bedroom like that. After brushing your teeth together, you got into bed and watched Mason change — or rather, strip down to his boxers.

You groaned as his body weight fell on top of yours, he shifted a little before finding a position comfortable enough, with him on top of you and his head on your stomach. You took the duvet and draped them over both of you, your hand moved to his hair and massaged his scalp, making him hum. Just the touch of your fingers in his hair relaxed him each time as it sent a warm feeling of love and admiration through his body. Mason wrapped an arm around your body and one hand wandered under your hoodie to caress the skin of your stomach, wanting to hold you as close as possible. The difference between the clothes on your body was big, but he still didn’t feel cold as your body heat warmed him too.

“Can I have a kiss?”

“I can’t kiss you when you’t lying there like that.” you replied, whereupon he lifted his head just enough for you to lean down and press a kiss to his lips,

“Just one more.” he whined as you pulled away again. You giggled before kissing him again, a little longer this time, and he felt his stomach erupt in butterflies as your lips slotted perfectly over his. When you pulled back again, his head fell back onto your stomach, a sign that he was now satisfied, but really he was just trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto his face.

You lay there like that for a few moments until you realised that you hadn’t got any water for the night. So you tried to free yourself, but to no avail “Mase, I forgot my water.”

“Take mine.” he murmured briefly into your hoodie, not letting go and holding you even tighter to make his point. “But-“

“Just don’t leave Y/N,” that made you give in, taking a sip of his water that was on the bedside table before your hand went back into his hair. “Ever.” he added, the tiredness clear in his voice and you knew it was going to be hard to sleep like that all night, but you didn’t really care. At his words, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and a smile spread across your face at the meaning of them, your reply being the last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep.

“I won’t.”

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount oneshot #mason mount imagines #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #chelsea fc #chelsea imagine #england nt #england nt imagine #football #football imagine #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff

[itsapeterthing]

Distraction || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

request: “bucky x reader where reader is really attracted to bucky’s fighting side while he’s defeating the bad guys?”

a/n: moved this request to the top because hello last episodes fight scenes were so good??

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of guns, getting shot, fighting, not really angsty, fluff

masterlist || request

“This feels like a bad idea.” You called to the two men as you followed them into the abandoned factory. 

“Trust me, Y/n. It’s going to be fine.” Sam assured you. “And when have I ever been wrong?”

As soon as the sentence escaped his mouth, both you and Bucky stopped in your tracks, turning to face Sam while quirking your eyebrows.

“Would you like a list?” You asked.

“I can think of a few-”

“You know what? Forget it. You two suck. It’s not important.” Sam said, cutting Bucky off, continuing his pace into the building. “What is important is that we catch these guys before they can do anything else, okay?”

Not inclined to argue, you continued to follow Sam’s lead with Bucky by your side. As you climbed up a rotted staircase, you couldn’t help but turn to stare at the super soldier by your side, gun ready in his hands. 

“Nervous?” He asked, not even turning to face you, but seeing the smirk playing on his lips, you knew he caught you staring out of the corner of his eye.

Embarrassed, you quickly turned away and faced the path in front of you.

“W-what? No.” You cleared your throat, attempting to mask how flustered he made you.

In the short time that you had known James “Bucky” Barnes, you had learned that he was expertly skilled in making you a flustered mess. The fact that he asked you if you were nervous was almost comical considering the most nervous you ever were was when you were with him- not because he was the winter soldier or because he had a vibranium arm or because he could end you in a second- but because he made your heart fill a little more every time he looked at you and you would melt every time you shared more than two words.

“Good. You shouldn’t.” He told you, finally turning to face you. When you felt his hand land on your arm, you met his eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked. “Why shouldn’t I? Fighting super soldiers isn’t really my area of expertise.”

He knew you were right.

Although you had spent nearly five years alongside the likes of Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff during the blip, you weren’t nearly as experienced in truly fighting as the rest of them and you were especially amateur at hand-to-hand combat compared to the man in front of you.

You discovered during the blip that you had powers similar to those of Wanda Maximoff. When you did, you sought the help of the remaining Avengers. Though you trained among the best, you were never truly taken to physical combat, instead expanding your knowledge on your power- magic- to use to your advantage.

Although Bucky Barnes was utterly fascinated by your abilities- unbeknownst to you- you still grew nervous in situations such as the one you were in now where someone could easily attack you before you had the chance to act.

“Sam already told you that they don’t have the serum.” He reminded you.

“Oh yeah, because Sam’s always right.” You laughed. “What happens if he’s wrong?”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll handle it.”

Before you could even say anything back, you watched as he quickly went still before shoving you against the wall.

“Wha-” You attempted to whisper before he quickly shushed you.

His face inches from yours, you watched as he focused on the wall behind you, attempting to listen to what was going on around the both of you. Both you and Sam turned to face each other, questioning what was going on before you turned to face Bucky.

You would be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing from the feeling of his hands on your arms, face inches from yours, so close you could make the details out on his face.

Before you could allow yourself to fall any deeper into the hole of your own thoughts, his eyes met yours, speaking to both you and Sam.

“I can hear them downstairs.” He whispered.

Before anyone could say anything else you watched as Sam deployed redwing from his own suit, the drone flying over the open room below.

“How many are there?” You asked.

“Ten.”

“What’s the plan?” You asked, looking between the two men.

Bucky pulled away from you finally and gestured for you and Sam to follow him up the remainder of the staircase. When you met them at the top of the steps, you found yourself on a balcony overlooking the large, open room of the factory below. When you hit the last step, Bucky pulled you into a crouch in between him and Sam as they scanned the room through the bannister.

“I think we should just go in now.” Bucky whispered and you were once again realizing how close you were to the man, feeling his breath on your face.

“I think we should wait.” Sam said.

“For what?” Bucky shook his head. “So they can realize we’re here? I have a vibraniu-”

“-vibranium arm.” You and Sam finished his sentence for him in unison.

Bucky scoffed.

“We know, man.” Sam said.

Bucky pulled himself up from his crouching position beside you. “I’m not going to wait up here for them to find us.” He told Sam, then turning to you. “You stay up here and make sure none of them leave. Keep an eye on them. Sam, you get the stuff and I’ll handle them.”

Both you and Sam turned to each other before looking back to Bucky.

“Are you sure about this, Buck?” You asked.

Bucky reached out his hand to you, pulling you to your feet. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Y/n. I got this.”

How could you say no when he said your name? Or anything at all?

Before another word could slip out of your mouth you watched as he ran down the steps you had just climbed a minute before to apprehend the men in the room below. Turning back to observe the area, you felt Sam stand besides you, the makeshift wings extending from his suit.

“When we see him, block off the room and I’ll go get the stuff, okay?”

“You’ve got it boss.” You told him, grinning.

He chuckled, placing the goggles over his eyes. “Good to know that cyborg hasn’t changed you too much.”

“Wait what-”

Before he could even reply, he took off and you leaned over the bannister, and your eyes immediately landed on Bucky, watching as he snuck up behind one of the men carrying a gun. He placed his vibranium hand on his shoulder, yanking him backwards and when he did, he pulled the gun out of his grasp with his other hand. As soon as he did, a gunshot rang from the gun, prompting the other men in the room to turn their attention towards Bucky. As they did, you snapped out of your own thoughts, stretching out your hands to create a forcefield around the room, blocking the men from escaping through any exits.

Although Sam used the distraction of the gunshot to his advantage, stealing the information he needed without any intervention, you watched as Bucky essentially took on ten men across the room.

With your arms still holding the forcefield in place, you couldn’t help but watch as the super soldier grabbed the wrist of a man coming after him with a knife, twisting his wrist in the opposite direction until it fell from the man’s hands onto the floor. At the sound of the clatter of the knife, he pulled the man towards him, kneeing him in the stomach and flipping him onto the floor, knocking him unconscious.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart begin to race in your chest- not because you were worried for Bucky, but because as much as you hated to admit it- it was hot. Although you struggled with hand-to-hand combat, Bucky made it look easy, taking on each man with giving any hint that it was strenuous.

Your job was simple- keep the forcefield up and make sure no one leaves. All you had to do was keep your arms up. What you weren’t anticipating, however, was for one of the men that should have been going after Bucky, to notice you standing on top of the bannister.

Just as Bucky noticed the man across the room, raising a gun to you, it was already too late.

You heard the shot sound from the gun and immediately after, a searing pain shoot throughout your upper arm. You immediately dropped your arms, your hand gripping the wound. The forcefield fell around you as you yelped in pain, falling against the bannister and onto the floor.

The next thing you knew you heard Bucky’s footsteps, stomping up the stairs as Sam landed in front of you. Pushing Sam out of the way, Bucky dropped to his knees besides you.

“Fuck.” He cursed, moving his hands to your arm. “Are you okay? I’m gonna go back down there and kill that guy, Y/n, I swear.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Buck. We got what we needed, right?”

Sam nodded, slipping a hard drive into his pocket. “Yeah. Are you sure you’re alright though? You just got shot.”

Prompted by his question, you finally pulled your hand away from your arm, noticing the tear in your sleeve where the bullet scraped through your arm. As you moved your trembling hands, you finally noticed the blood coating your palms. Bucky was quick to take hold of your bloodstained hand and examine the wound.

“Shit. I should’ve been paying attention.” He told you, shaking his head.

You shook your head, placing your hand on his shoulder. When he finally met your eyes you spoke.

“Don’t blame yourself, Buck. It was my fault.” You sighed. “I should’ve been paying attention. I’m sorry. I was... distracted.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

When you opened your mouth to speak, Sam- who was still standing to the side- cleared his throat. “Well... you guys seem to have this covered so I’m going to go ahead and meet Torres outside. I’ll leave you guys to... whatever this... is.”

And with that he left, this time making his way down the staircase.

An awkward silence existed between you and Bucky with his departure until Bucky finally spoke.

“What distracted you?” He asked again, still kneeling at your side.

You knew he wouldn’t let this go and you began hoping to whatever higher power there was above that he wouldn’t completely judge you and that your partnership wouldn’t completely fall apart.

“You.” You told him, shyly, refusing to meet his eyes.

You felt him shuffle closer to you, gripping your hand that was still in his.

“Me?” He asked. “What about me?”

Maybe it was the loss of blood or just the situation in general, but you couldn’t help but laugh. It only made the man beside you more confused.

“You know,” You began, finally meeting his eyes. “For someone over a century old, you can be really naive.”

What you didn’t know was that Bucky- along with his fascination for your powers- was infatuated with you. As much as the stubborn super soldier tried to hide it the best he could, he could feel his heart racing trying to piece together the situation.

“I’m not naive.” He told you, pretending to be offended. “You’re the one who just got shot when you could see the whole room in front of you. Some lookout.”

“Shut up!” You laughed shoving his arm. “I literally just got shot!”

Bucky laughed back before squeezing your hand.

“I’m serious. Just tell me. What was it?” He asked.

You looked up, met his eyes and smiled. You allowed yourself to take in his face, still a hint of a smile gracing his lips, trying to memorize the moment incase you were never able to experience it again.

“It was you, Buck.” You told him, sighing. “I was distracted... by you.”

“What-”

“I was distracted by you fighting.” You chuckled, now realizing you just got shot because you found Bucky Barnes knocking a man unconscious attractive. “And I know what you’re thinking, but I have to be honest- it wasn’t because I was worried about you. I didn't have to worry for a second.”

“Then why?” He asked.

You shrugged, feeling yourself grow flustered again. You could basically feel his eyes on you- he really stared a lot didn't he?

“Because... I thought you looked... hot.” You told him, physically cringing as the last word slipped out of your mouth.

In that moment, Bucky realized for the first time in eighty years that he had lost his “charm”. Although a part of him was so filled with confidence in knowing that you found him not only attractive, but hot while he was fighting, he had no idea what to say in a way that wouldn’t make him a stuttering mess which was the last thing he wanted to come across as in this moment.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that-”

“You like seeing me fight?” He asked finally.

You paused. 

“Yeah.”

Finally you felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief when you watched as a grin stretched across his face.

“I think you lost a lot of blood.” He laughed.

You swat him again. “Shut up! I’m being serious, Buck.”

“I just can’t believe you got shot because you liked the way I kicked some guy’s ass.” He teased.

“I always like the way you look.”

As soon as it slipped out of your mouth, you regret it, focusing your eyes on anywhere besides Bucky. Your undeniable feelings for James “Bucky” Barnes had really come to torment you today.

You began running through all of the ways to escape from the situation when he finally spoke up.

“I... like you too.” He told you, finally pushing himself off of his knees and onto his feet, looking down at you.

It took you a minute for your brain to register the information.

“You like me?” You asked, staring up at him.

“And I’m the naive one?” He asked, reaching out his hand to pull you up.

You gladly took his hand with your good arm, pulling yourself to your feet.

“I don’t believe you.” You told him, standing only inches apart.

He sighed, chuckling to himself before facing you.

“Remember two weeks ago when I got that bad gash in my side?” He asked and you nodded. “I was checking you out.”

Your mouth dropped, not even sure how to respond. You could barely even believe that after all this time of you getting flustered over every little thing that he did, he was feeling the exact same way about you. 

“No way!” You finally said, taking a step closer to him.

“Yeah um,” He chuckled, scratching where the chain of the dog tag met the back of his neck. “You looked... good.”

When your faces were only inches apart, you placed your hand against his chest, planting a kiss on his cheek before pulling away, smiling.

“No more getting ugly scars for each other, okay?”

He smiled.

“No promises.”

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When in New York (Kelley O’ Hara x reader)

Part 2

You had just finished post game media following your game against New York Liberty. You weren’t a huge fan of doing media but it made it easier considering Seattle had won. 

You leave the conference room with Stewie who you had been doing the interview with.

“You seeing your family tonight” You shake your head.

“What about you?” She nods hers.

She bumps her shoulder into yours “Two New Yorkers beat New York in New York. Sounds like something to celebrate to me” She says and maybe she had a point.

You both walk into the locker room, some players have already left and some were still packing up.

“Y/N? Megan texted saying that her and a couple other teammates are at your parents restaurant and asked if we wanted to meet up with them” Sue asks.

Very few people knew about the family restaurant, you wanted to keep it a secret so that it could stay authentic. Your family was Italian and the restaurant was like a little piece of Italy in New York. The only people that knew where your Storm teammates and Megan, the honorary team mom.

You look at sue and she is giving you the look. After signing for the team she had taken you under her wing meaning that the two of you had got quite close.

“Ok, ok. No need to give me that look” You says.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes you leave the area, luckily for you the restaurant is only a few blocks away so you and Sue opted to walk saying that I would be your cool down / recovery.

“You said teammates” you says putting air-quotes around the word teammates “who’s there?” You ask.

“Alex and Kelley” she says which instantly bring a smile to your face.

“I thought that would cheer you up”

“Shut up”

You had a crush on Kelley, both Sue and Megan knew it. You met her last year when to US were playing in Seattle and Megan had invited you to a game. There was something about the defender that you really liked. You wasn’t if it was the fact that on the pitch she is a beast and off she is teddy but always had fun when you were with her.

You both enter the restaurant being greeted by your mom as soon as you come through the door.

“Mrs L/N nice to see you again” Sue says.

“Sue I have told you before, you can call me Maria” You mom says as she hugs you and sue makes her way to your friends.

“buon gioco dolce ragazza” (good game sweet girl) she tells you.

“grazie mamma” you reply kissing her cheek.

Meanwhile sue heads towards to table of soccer players.

She waves at everyone getting a mixture of hi’s and hello’s 

“Hi babe” She says kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. 

“Hi” Megan replies. “Where Y/N?” She asks noticing that you wasn’t behind sue.

“She’s in here somewhere” Sue says. She knew that you would probably been saying hi to your dad in the kitchen but she couldn’t tell them that.

“See Kel, you have a few more moments to get your crush in check” Alex jokes with her friend.

“Shut up!” Kelley replies.

“Hi guys” you say as to approach the table.

You notice Kelley staring at you so you take the opportunity to tease her.

“Like what you see?” You say making the defender blush.

“Have you ordered food yet?” You ask.

“No we were waiting for you. We know we are having though” Alex tells you as she hands you a menu.

“Thanks but I don’t need it” You say handing the menu to Sue who shakes her head letting you know she doesn’t need it either.

“You already know what you’re having?” Kelley asks.

“Not exactly” Sue says which confuses the others.

Looking around the restaurant you catch the attention of one of the waiters.

You let him know you are ready to order. 

Each of the women tell him what they want and then it is your’s and sue’s turn.

You look at sue and she nods her head.

“dì a gianni che avremo quello che consiglia” (tell gianni we will have what he recommends) Sue says 

“Certo” The waiter says.

You look at Sue and smile in approval.

“You getting very good, maybe time for a trip” You say.

“You speak Italian?” Kelley asks Sue.

“Y/N does and she has been teaching me for the past couple of years”

“Who is Gianni?” Alex asks.

“He is the chef here” You explain.

You start talking about the storm game when you mom bring across a bottle of limoncello hand you the bottle and 5 shot glasses.

“Grazie” You say

You pour everyone a glass and hand them out. 

“You get table service here?” Kelley asks.

“No, I asked for it when I came in” You reply.

You raise you class and everyone copies.

“Here to us. We change the game and provide hope for the next generation of female athletes” You say and everyone takes a sip except Kelley who shots it.

“You sip it Kel. If not you’ll be on the floor an hour” Megan says.

“You would know” you tease causing you and the forward to laugh.

“I will pour you another but this here” you say pointing to the bottle “is the real stuff, not something you find in a liquor store. It comes straight from a vineyard in Italy where this restaurant makes it’s wine” 

“You know a lot about this restaurant, the chef’s name and now where it makes it’d alcohol” Alex questions.

“What can I say, I have been coming here since I was a baby” you explain.

“that’s one way to put it” sue says under her breath, no quiet enough though as you send her a glare.

You look at Kelley as she takes a sip.

“Tastes better doesn’t it” She nods her head.

Your food arrives and you all say how nice it looks and smells. 

“Oh.my.god” Kelley says between mouthfuls.

“I agree, this is incredible. Megan how did you find this place? Alex asks.

“Y/N” Megan replies and Alex nods remembering that you said you came here when I was younger.

Conversation is small and simple as you all focus on your food.

You thank the waiter telling him the the food was delicious as he clears the table.

“Y/N can I ask you a question” Kelley asks.

“Only if I can ask you one?” 

“Why Italian and are you fluent” She asks

“I’m Italian so I had to learn in order to talk to family in Sicily”

“Prove it. Tell me something in Italian?” 

“quando ci siamo conosciuti pensavo fossi la persona più bella del mondo”

“Sounds very romantic” Alex says.

“What does it mean?” Kelley asks.

“it means ‘when we met I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world’” You tell her making sure to look her in the eyes when you say it.

Kelley is at a loss for words, what is she suppose to say to that. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” You say slowly regretting what you said, not that you didn’t mean because you did.

“I’ll go get us some more drinks” you says excusing yourself from the table.

“Kelley” Alex says trying to get her friends attention.

“Does she say that kind of thing to everyone?” Kelley asks sue.

She shakes her head “She isn’t that type of person Kelley”

“You should tell her how you feel” Megan suggests.

Kelley shakes her head “what if she doesn’t feel the same way”

“You honestly think that after hearing what she just said” Alex says not believing her friends blindness.

You walk back to the table with two bottles of red wine.

“Dessert wine anyone?” You say trying to avoid the awkwardness. “trust me, this will be the best you tasted”

“It’s what they make in Italy right?” Alex says, you nod pouring her a glass.

Out of all the woman at the table to knew that Alex was the one that drank wine. You wait eagerly to see If she likes it. 

“Nice right”

Alex nods her head.

You all sip on your wine talking about everything and anything, for a moment you forget that you are all major athletes and it just feels like a group of friends catching up.

Once you are done Alex gets the attention of the waiter for the bill but he tells them that it has been settled.

She looks around the table confused but notices that Megan and Sue and looking directly at you.

“Y/N” 

“What? We don’t do this very often. Let me treat my friends”

“Thank you” Alex and Kelley say at the same time.

You are just about to leave when your mom comes to the table.

“Did you all enjoy your meal?” She asks. 

“It was incredible, I cannot wait to come back” Kelley says.

“I agree, I will definitely come back whenever we are in New York” Alex says.

“I’ll see you two soon ok” she says putting an arm around Sue and Megan. She had met them numerous times when she came to Seattle but her comment stumped the other two.

“Of course, next time your in Seattle you have to show me how to make your lasagne, I always eat the ones you make Y/N” Megan looks at you when you realises what she said.

It looks like your secret was about to get two new keepers.

“Alex, Kelley” your mom says now directed her attention to the other two soccer players “Any friends of my daughters are always welcome here”

“Wait, your daughter?” Kelley says looking at you confused.

“Meet my mom Maria” you say.

“This makes more sense. It is why you know so much about this restaurant” Alex says.

You nod your head.

You all make sure your way our of the restaurant. You had learned that Megan, Alex and Kelley were all staying in the same hotel as you and sue so you walked back together. Sue, Megan and Alex walk ahead leaving you and Kelley alone.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier, it’s just that whenever I am near you I feel this connection and thought maybe you felt it too. I wouldn’t have said what I said if I didn't” you say

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you caught me of guard. Nobody has every said something like that to me, definitely not in Italian” Kelley explains.

“I find that hard to believe, I mean look at you, you are beautiful” You say.

Kelley blushes again which you find adorable “ You were right before. I feel the connection too but I never did anything about it because we live so far away from each other”

“Can’t we just let ourself be happy even it it’s only a short period of time. We focus so much on the bigger picture that we don’t see what is right in front of us” You tell her.

“What do you have in mind?” She asks and you smile, you had wanted to do this for a quite a while.

“When do you leave New York?”

“Not until the day after tomorrow” 

“Perfect! Have breakfast with me?”

“I would love to” she replies.

Kelley stops walking “for the record, I find you very beautiful too”

You smile holding you hand out and she takes it.

You walk back to the hotel hand in hand, not talking just making the most of each others company whilst you can.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #kelley o'hara #kelley o’hara x reader #kelley o’hara imagine #kelley o’hara one shot

[saeyoungchoismaid]

in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right?  Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on. 

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt. 

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince. 

His father didn’t like that though. 

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer. 

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news. 

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away. 

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor. 

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan. 

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite. 

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment. 

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything. 

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises. 

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside. 

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time. 

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves. 

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this. 

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!”  He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite. 

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this. 

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him. 

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though. 

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both. 

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by. 

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though. 

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow. 

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are. 

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though. 

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.  

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though. 

“Tell me what sooner?” 

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.” 

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish. 

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though. 

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart. 

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air. 

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes. 

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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[tomboy-writer]

Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go. 

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes. 

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

           * * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

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[bakugosbratx]

Warnings: 18+ Content. Pregnancy, sexual intercourse, cursing, AU CEO Bakugo, Female pregnant reader, angst, some fluff, death, hospital, etc.

Words: 1.0k

A/N: I am sorry it has taken me forever to produce this. I hope y’all enjoyed this finale 🤍

Part Two | Part Three

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There wasn’t a place Katsuki didn’t touch you. There wasn’t a place where Katsuki didn’t mark you as his. The swollen belly should have been enough, but Katsuki’s selfish desires begged for more.

The kitchen table, the floor, the sofa, and the finale being performed on your large bed. Your body begged for more each time you two switched positions. Katsuki is kind enough to be slightly gentle when it comes to positioning you elsewhere. He at least cares enough to be careful with his seed.

There is nothing Katsuki can say or do to make up for the damage he has caused. He isn’t going to even attempt to do so, but he hopes all his love and affection being poured into your whimpering cunt will show that.

“K-Katsuki..” Your tired voice cracks, hanging onto the sheets as they would offer some sort of stability.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss it, you dirty whore.” Katsuki chuckled. “You’ve been begging for my cock all damn night.”

“Mm, you are so big, Katsuki.” You compliment through your gasp for sweet mercy.

“Your pussy should be nice and stretched after I’m through with you.” Katsuki teased, pumping his length in your hole. You take in every single inch without complaint, only moans to boost his inflated ego. He does not deserve it, but at the moment, you do not care.

You just want Katsuki near.

Katsuki lets you rest once he is done with you. He is kind enough to stay with you, watching you breathe as you proceed to fall into deep slumber. His naturally fast beating heart soothed you and your spawn to sleep.

A calloused thumb gently rubbed your exposed stomach. Your head laid on Katsuki’s muscular chest. You never thought this would happen, but you are happy it has. You know it does not take away the endless sleepless nights, it does not take away him abandoning you, it does not take away his rude actions yet for this moment, and this moment alone, it all faded away.

“I’m going to take you home.” He whispered amongst your hair.

He is making it right.

“Mr. Bakugo, sir.” The doctor spoke again, catching the blonde’s attention. Tears are welled up in his crimson orbs as he is going to hear the words he desperately did not want to hear again.

Struggling to get to his feet, Katsuki manages to stand. “P-Please—“

The doctor frowned, placing a comforting hand on the male’s shoulder. “She’s gone.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched. The room became overbearing though there was hardly anyone there. Honestly, that is what is best as the CEO falls to his knees. He rested his head in his hands on the ground.

“No,” he whispered between sobs, “no, no, no, NO!”

The doctor sighed, not knowing how to comfort the hysterical man. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. Bakugo, sir.”

Katsuki spent the last couple months making things up to Y/N. The awkwardness between you two slowly faded. You are soon moved into his house, the baby’s crib and other needed supplies inhabit there as well. For the most part, you had an easy life until the day the baby’s arrival is upon you two.

“Katsuki?” You whispered one night as you two lay in bed, peacefully. Katsuki hummed in response, keeping his exhausted eyes closed.

“W-What,” you paused, finding the strength to proceed, “what do I mean to you?”

Katsuki is not sure how to answer this question. Sure, you obviously mean something if he moved you into his space. You are carrying his seed, after all. He has pondered this question more than once, but he is not sure how to express his emotions. He does not know how to do so in a healthy setting. Let’s not forget the guilt he is plagued with as well.

Sighing, Katsuki gulps. “A friend.”

“Oh.” You shakily replied. What is left of your heart seems to be shattered. Katsuki never made things more official between you two, but maybe you are just too wishful thinking. The way he gazes at you and holds you at night has to mean something.

It does, right?

Encounters went on as normal. Katsuki is pleasant to you and you did your best to hide your true emotions. Crying sessions in the shower are common, but you should know better, Y/N.

You two always had it no strings attached.

Screams arose from the bathroom while water rushed down your legs, onto the floor below. Katsuki is quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, what the—“ Katsuki stops his sentence as he sees the sight in front of him. He does not even give you time to try to walk to the car, he is carrying you there and speeding you to the nearest hospital. You do your best to focus on your breathing.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N.” Katsuki reassured you.

Leading you into the emergency room, everyone quickly rushed you to the operating room, not even giving Katsuki the chance to follow or ask questions.

So, Katsuki paced for hours upon hours in the waiting room. His anxiety is eating away at his nervous system. His form trembled with each step he took and he did vomit a few times in the restroom. He is not sure what is going on or how child labor works, but he does not like how long this is taking. So many unspoken words, so many unfinished things, so many promises he needs to keep.

Katsuki has been keeping a ring tucked away for a few weeks now. He wants to keep it a surprise and wait until you both are settled with the newborn, but the future is now forever changed.

“The baby lived.” The doctor reminded Katsuki in the middle of his crying.

Katsuki gazed up, usually caring about his appearance, but this time was different.

“Can I see the baby?” Katsuki sniveled, his tone more neutral than expected.

The doctor nodded, leading Katsuki into the nursery where his baby girl rested. Katsuki’s ice cold heart melted at the sight of her. She looks just like you and Katsuki combined. She already has his blonde hair, but your beautiful facial features.

A nurse handed Katsuki his child. The baby grinned, gazing at her father. As much as Katsuki wanted to hate the child for taking his love, as much as Katsuki claimed he never wanted children, and as much as Katsuki despised putting anyone else before his career, your daughter changed his world.

“She still needs a name.” The nurse mentioned, casually. Katsuki gazed down at the woman.

“I already have a name for her.”

The nurse grabs the baby’s clipboard, ready to write it down.

“Y/N Bakugo.”

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[il0veyoujk]

Please forgive us

This is a tickle related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Y/N (22) is mad at the boys

Warnings: None

Notes: This is one of the three first ffs I ever wrote! I found them some days ago and I thought you'd like to read them! Plus it is my one and only ff with a Y/N cause I wanted to try it! But I won't make any other with it! The rest of them will have a O/C!

Lots of love Nef 💕

It was Friday, 15:45’. You were at your college… Waiting. And waiting. And waiting… You had told boys to pick up you from school to go for lunch.

This week was hell for you. At first, you failed a test, then you missed the bus for your home two times due to heavy rain and you had to walk to your home while being soaked. Also, you had a great fight with one of your best friends but you quickly made it up. And last but not least, the boys were never there for you…

Like today when none of them was there. You called each boy several times but they completely ignored you. So you decided to walk all the way home.

The weather was cloudy and cold and you weren’t in the mood of walking so much. Your feet were hurting and the only thing you wanted at that time was to relax in the soft seat of your friends’ car but nope, you had to use your feet because your stupid famous friends forget about you.

You were nearby your house wearing headphones when someone grabbed your shoulder. You screamed as much as your lungs would allow you to and hit him with your backpack. You thought that he was a burglar and you tried to defend yourself but as soon as you heard his voice you calm down a little.

“Hey! Stop it!”

“Oh my God! Hoseok you scared me to death!” you yelled.

“I’m sorry love” he apologized. You rolled your eyes while you spotted one huge, black car with the boys inside standing in the middle of the road. Fortunately, there were no more cars behind it so you weren’t making anyone wait.

“Where were you? We got to your college but you weren’t there” Namjoon asked worriedly.

“Are you kid-”

“Oh c’mon, just get in and you’ll tell us here” Jungkook cut your words. You got in and sat between Tae and Jungkook.

“I was waiting for you for about forty-five minutes! Where were you?” you asked disappointingly.

“Well, we’re sorry but we had an interview” Namjoon explained to you.

“And why didn’t you call me? Or just text me?”

“Our manager didn’t let us touch our phones” Jimin told you.

“W-where are we going? Jin, you’re on the wrong way” you complained as your stomach started growling and pleading you for food.

“No angel, see? Home is right here” he said while he was parking the huge car.

“Won’t we eat out?”

“Sorry babe, we ate at the studio about an hour ago” Jimin told you while he was helping you get out of the car.

“Are you kidding me?! What about me?! You completely forgot me, didn’t you?!” you asked disappointed.

“Oh, princess… We’re so sorry… Look, we’ll do it tomorrow, we swear. We’ll pick you up fr-”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea. Today was the third time you forgot our appointment this week. Plus, tomorrow it's Saturday” you replied disappointed as you entered angrily the house. No one told anything. They just looked at the ground. And what could they tell you? You were right and you knew it. An uncomfortable silence followed as the eight of you were standing in the middle of the hallway.

“I’m sure you’re hungry, what do you want to eat?” Jin asked you, breaking the silence. He wanted to make you forgive them and he knew the best way to succeed was by feeding you.

“I’ll just go rest, I’m not hungry anymore” you left the boys embarrassed in the living room, looking at the ground.

But you didn’t go to your bedroom. There was a room inside the house where you could go and relax. The library -yes, the boys had a huge library in their house- was a quiet place where you were able to read your favorite book or listen to music.

So, you got in there furiously and locked the door. You still had your bag in your hand, so you still had your phone and your headphones with you. You lied on the sofa which was there with a book in your hand and your headphones on.

Although you were their best friend, you were a huge fan of metal music and the boys knew that very well. And when you were wearing headphones you could hear no one.

The boys were trying to open the library’s door but soon they realized it was locked. Jin and Hoseok were shouting things like ‘Get out please!’ and ‘We’re sorry’ but it was useless, you couldn’t hear anything.

Just then a message blink on your phone.

Tae: C’mon babe, get out…

You: Leave me alone, I’ll get out later

You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You were so tired waiting for them and then walking home. Also, you were hungry. You didn’t admit it but you were hungry. Luckily you had a chocolate bar in your bag. But the most important; you were mad. Mad to them. They didn’t pay attention to you this week. They forgot about you this week. It was like… You weren’t their best friend this week… When you needed them, they weren’t there for you, when you wanted to have some fun with them, they weren’t there for you and when you just wanted a shoulder to cry on, they weren’t there for you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The boys were sitting in the living room. They were quiet, scrolling down their phones. However, even a baby could sense the tension in the atmosphere. Their thoughts were all about you. Your face, your feelings, what they can do for you to forgive them.

“She’s acting too hyperbolically” Yoongi broke the silence.

“I don’t know hyung” Jimin disagreed. “She was true. We had three appointments this week and every time we were getting late to pick her up”

“I agree with you. She’s our best friend and we completely forgot her this week” Tae admitted.

“We must do something about that” Jungkook suggested furiously. “She’s so mad at us and I don’t blame her. We have to cheer her up and prove to her that we never ignored her”

“Oh Kookie, don’t be so dramatic. She already knows that” Namjoon told him. “However yes, I agree with you. We must cheer her up. So, think something!” he said loudly and everyone obeyed. They dived through their thoughts to find the perfect way to make you smile again.

Ten minutes had passed when Jimin finally yelled “Found it!” Immediately, all the boys came around him. His ideas were always some of the best ones everyone could ever have. “Here’s the plan~” Jimin whispered and started to explain the plan.

“So, you say we will use her weakness to our advantage” the maknae smirked and rubbed his palms together evilly.

“Um... Like every time and she doesn’t seem to mind that so...”

“Smart and evil. Just perfect!” Hoseok grinned.

“So let’s start” Jin recommended.

Jungkook would text you. You couldn't resist the boys when they begged you for something, especially Jungkook and everyone knew that. Even your ex-boyfriend was jealous of that.

He walked outside the library. He knocked on the door three times. No reaction. So, he sent you a message.

Jungkook: Baby please, let me get in. Just me, not anyone else. Please, I’m begging you. I want to talk and see if you’re okay

After a few seconds, the maknae heard the door being unlocked and saw you half-crying and half-mad. He felt like trash realizing that they had hurt you. He hugged you tightly and rubbed your hair and back. He knew that that always helps you calm down.

“Oh, we’re so sorry, precious. We didn’t want to hurt you” you hugged him back as his words started melting you and his hug was one of the warmest places on this earth for you so you couldn’t say no.

“I-I don’t want to talk about it. Just get in Kookie” you close the door, Jungkook sat on the couch and you did the same.

“Well… You know we love you” he started. “And we’d never forget you on purpose. You’re just like our sister. We’re very busy this week, you know” he explained to you. His eyes were regretfully widened and he placed his hand on your knee. Unfortunately for him, you stayed quiet so he continued “Do you want to come down to watch a movie and chill? And of course, you must be hungry. You didn't eat anything all day” he suggested to you.

“No thanks, I prefer just sitting here and finishing my book” you refused.

“You mean you don’t forgive us?”

“I didn’t say that. I said I’m not in the mood”

“I think I can make you be in the mood” he said evilly.

“How-?” you asked him but you stopped when you saw his smirk appearing on his face as he was starting getting up “Oh, wait I know that look. Jungkook don’t you da-” he cut off your phrase by lifting you and throwing you over his shoulder holding your feet with both hands.

“Jungkook what are you doing?!” you yelled between your giggles as you hit his back several times. He didn’t feel anything tho. He was much stronger than you and you knew it very well so you couldn’t do anything. You tried to escape and you were yelling things like “Put me down!” and “I’ll kill you!” but it was useless.

When you two arrived at the end of the hall he put you down, got you bridal style, and moved you to the living room.

“Hey, guys! Look who we got here!” he announced. “Mrs. I-don’t-forgive-you”

“I never said that!” you yelled.

“Yes you did”

“Is that true babe? You don’t forgive us?” Jimin asked pretended to be sad.

“I didn’t say that! Jungkook put me down now!” you yelled.

“As you wish angel” he said and put you on the carpet sitting on your hips. The other members came around you and looked at you. Your eyes widened as you realized what was coming for you.

“What are you doing? Get off me!” you screamed even though you were very well what they were doing.

“Do you forgive us?” Hoseok asked playfully.

“In fact, I’m starting to hate you right now” you said angrily.

“Oh, is our little bratty girl mad?” Tae teased.

“Yes! Get off me now!”

You were starting to feel your body shaking a little. You never wanted to be in that situation since the last time. You were panting for at least ten minutes and you couldn’t get up from the floor.

“No, until you smile again” Jin told you, wiggling his fingers.

“If I don’t?”

“If you don’t we’ll be obliged to make you” Namjoon laughed. Every boy sat around you with an evil smile on his face. But the evilest one was Jungkook’s. You never like that smile when it’s on his face because you knew that you were going to be in trouble.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Why princess? Do we scare you?” Yoongi teased.

“Well yes! Especially Jungkook”

“Oh, are you afraid of me? What if I come nearer you, like this…” he said and he moved his face near you so you could feel his breath.

“I wasn’t literally. I meant I am afraid about what you have in mind”

“Oh, don’t be scared, angel” Jin relaxed you. “Jungkook, show her what we want to do” he said and the youngest bent over more and put his head on the left side of your neck.

“W-What are you doing?” you giggled.

“She’s giggling, that’s good. Keep going Kookie” Namjoon suggested.

“Oh baby, laugh for me” he said. His breath was touching your bare skin which caused you to giggle more.

“S-Stohohop, that tickles so bahahad” you giggled. You could feel him chuckle in your neck.

“Will you forgive us?” Tae asked playfully.

“Mahahake him stohohop first”

“Stop what? He’s not even moving” he laughed, clearly enjoying the scene.

“Stohohop breathing in my neheheheck”

“Why?” Namjoon asked, ‘innocently’

“He’s tihihickling mehehe!” you shouted.

“Well…Jungkook stop breathing in her neck” All the boys looked confused at him. Even Jungkook raised his head and looked at him.

“Ah thank you Joon” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nuzzle it” Tae exclaimed. Jungkook smiled evilly when he heard this phrase and did as Tae told him.

“Nononono!” you yelled but it was too late. The maknae was already in your neck nuzzling it.

“StohohoHOHOHOP!” you cried inside your laughter as he started nuzzling and snuffling.

“Do you need help, Kook?” Jimin asked and the younger boy nodded, which made you laugh more.

“Dohon’t answeheheheher!”

“Did you just tell him what to do? You’re gonna get it about that right now!” he pretended to be mad and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and sitting on them.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” asked teasingly just when Tae sat on your ankles and said playfully. “I don’t know how to play the piano. I think your toes will help me, right beauty?” you couldn’t reply due to your heavy breathing. You were already a giggling mess.

“Kook I’ll take good care of her neck. You can count her ribs. I think she is missing some” Jimin said looking straight at your eyes smiling.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!” you screamed so loud that the boys looked at you surprised.

“Oh my God princess, I knew you were ticklish but I didn’t know how much! That’s incredible. I didn’t even start yet and you are terrified only by the thought!” Jungkook laughed.

“I know something that tickles like hell. Kookie give me your sit please” Namjoon suggested. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t realize it.

Namjoon pulled up your shirt and lowered his neck. He kissed your skin softly making you squeal and letting some adorable giggles get out of you. You immediately arched your back as you couldn’t bear the sense of his mouth. Then he blew the longest raspberry he could on your tummy and poked your sides several times at the same time.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” you screamed as loud as you could, as he had hit your most sensitive spot.

“Okay, that’s definitely one of your worst spots” Hoseok realize happily, trying to be heard as your screaming laughter was covering his words.

Your breathing was already heavy and you couldn’t control your laughter. Yeah, that was true, that was one of your words spots and you just couldn’t stand it. You were feeling like electric jolts were hitting your body mercilessly.

“St-stohohop plehehehehease!” you begged when you caught your breath after he gave you a break. You just couldn’t start the teasing, it made everything worse.

“You know what?” Jungkook started saying. “I’ll show you mercy and I won’t count your ribs”

“Thahahahank you so muhuhuhuhuch Kookie” you giggled

“However your armpits seemed to need a massage” he said and immediately shot his hands under them, drawing circles with his thumbs. Then, one by one, all the boys find a spot on your body and start tickling it. Jimin your neck, Jungkook your armpits, Namjoon your tummy and sides, Hoseok and Jin your under-knees, Yoongi your calves, and finally Tae your feet.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” you cried so loud that you could break a glass. However no one showed you any mercy, they never do when they tickle you.

“Your safe phrase is…” Yoongi told you. “‘I FORGIVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU’, are you okay with that?” You only could laugh while tears were running on your face. “That’s what I thought”

“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Your Neck Will Be Tickled Now” Jimin sang you which was worse for you.

Tae was playing with your toes like a piano when an idea grew inside his mind. He grabbed a black marker from the coffee table next to him and drew some circles on your soles. It was unbearable. The second most sensitive most was being attacked successfully.

“Oh-oh… Someone kicked…” he said and kissed all the circles. Why did everyone have to use his mouth to tickle you? It was so much worse than fingers.

“AHAHA TAHAHAHAE STOHOHOHOHOP!”

Hoseok and Jin were pinching and wriggling their fingers under your knees, it was bad… Too bad... You couldn’t stand it. Yoongi gave up and sat on the sofa. Taehyung kept kissing and playing with your toes. Jungkook was now scribbling his nails in your hollows. But when Jimin started nibbling your neck you broke.

“OHOHOHOHOHKAYHYHYHHY IHIHIHIHI’LL SAHAHAHAHAY IHIHIHT” you screamed and the boys immediately stopped. Everyone except Namjoon who was lightly spidering your tummy. Sometimes he would pinch it and you’d flinch.

“I forgIVE you and I lOVe you” you said half-giggling half-yelling while you were panting and trying to catch your breath.

“We love you too, princess” they said all together.

“However you’re gonna get it so bad one day guys” you threatened them.

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked poking your left side.

“Nothing, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing!” you said loudly and everyone laughed.

“Oh love, your weakness is lovely. We can use it for so many reasons! It’s incredible!” Jin exclaimed.

“Oh please, don’t do it” you pleased them.

“Every. Single. Day. Baby” Tae told you, poking your soles between each word and you giggled loudly.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Can you let me go now, please?”

“Oh yes, of course, dear” Hoseok said and everyone stood up. Jin gave you his hand and helped you stand up too.

“Oh, before I forgot it. Tomorrow, at 15:00’, outside the park after our dance practice. We won’t be late, deal?” He told you.

“Deal” you agreed, smiling.

“Let’s watch a movie!” Jungkook suggested.

You were watching Disney movies all afternoon. You were cuddling with Jimin and Jungkook the whole time. God, these boys really knew how to make you weak and make you a little ball of blush. They were your best friends and no one could change.

#bts #park jimin #bangtan #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #bangta boys #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #bts x reader #tickle bts #tickle #bts ticklers #bts tickle #bts x reader tickle #bts reactions #bts tickling #bts tickle reaction #tickle community

[hxwks-gf]

— pretty boy 

summary: you’re best friends with the new up-and-coming hero, toshinori yagi. pet names are a force of habit for you, and toshinori happens to be “pretty boy”.  despite the nickname, he shows you how serious he is about becoming a hero

pairing: young all-might/toshinori yagi x reader

w/c: 1.9k

warnings: creepy dude grabs the reader against their will, but that’s about it 

requested by: @lady-latte​ (ty for sending this in love!! i need some more toshinori in my life) 

“Hey there, Pretty Boy!” 

The nickname came as smoothly as silk does, falling from your lips and out into the warm summer air like honey dripping from its comb. It was a nickname that had always felt natural, despite its embarrassing nature. If it ever bothered Toshinori Yagi, he never showed it. 

He grinned as you strolled up to him. His blonde hair was sticking out in its usual unruly manner, with the two pieces of bangs that never seemed to lay flat arched over his sweaty forehead. Magnificent blue eyes pierced through your own in the twilight of dusk, cutting straight through the dim glow from the street lamp nearby. 

“What are you doing out here this time of night?” he asked, stretching his bare arms above his head, the muscles bulging in his biceps. 

“Wanted to see what you were up to,” you replied with a matching grin, and you leaned against the fence. “Working out again?” 

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down and picking up a barbell that lay at his feet. He lifted it with ease and began rhythmically curling it into his chest. “School starts again in a few weeks, and I want to make sure I’m absolutely ready for it. Since my Quirk finally activated, I’ve got a lot of training to make up for.” 

You pursed your lips and looked down at the concrete. A dandelion weed was pushing through a crack in the sidewalk, stretching itself and its little yellow petals up towards the darkening sky. You glanced back up to Toshinori and smiled again. “I know you’ll be amazing,” you encouraged, your eyes following the barbell in his hands: up and down and up and down. “I heard you got a new mentor.” 

“I did,” he said, straining against the weight. A drop of sweat slid down his face as he set the barbell down. “She told me to keep it on the low for a bit, so--sworn to secrecy.” He made a show of locking his lips with an invisible key before tossing it out of sight. 

You laughed. “I wasn’t going to ask anyways, dummy. I’m sure you’ll tell me who this amazing new teacher is when the time is right.” After a few seconds, you bit your lip with uncertainty and studied him before asking, “Right?” 

Toshinori wiped his brow again and looked at you. “Of course I’d tell you. You’re my best friend.” 

“Don’t you forget it,” you chuckled, playfully punching his shoulder. Man, he really put on some muscle over the summer, you noticed, rubbing your knuckles as you pulled your arm back. As he stretched his arms up over his head again, you tilted your head to the side. And a good couple inches. “How...how tall are you, now?” you tentatively asked. 

Toshinori relaxed and glanced down at himself. “Dunno,” he said with a shrug. “Haven’t measured myself lately.” 

“You really grew over the summer,” you half-heartedly joked, crossing your arms. “Are you...okay?” 

His disposition shifted at the question, and for a moment you saw how tired he really was--but the moment passed, and he was back to being Mr. Walking Sunshine. Toshinori flashed you a toothy grin and gave a thumbs-up, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? All of my dreams are coming true!” 

“Alright, alright,” you conceded. “Just checkin’, Pretty Boy. We wouldn’t want anything happening to the world’s next #1 hero, would we?” 

“You really think I can do it?” he quietly asked, bending down to pack up his weights. His face was hidden from you, but you could hear the doubt in his voice. 

You reached out and placed a hand on his warm shoulder, feeling the muscles flexing beneath your fingertips. “I know you can do it, Toshi.” 

He stood up tall and grinned down at you. “Heh. Thanks, y/n. I know I can always count on you to believe in me.” 

“Race you to the end of the block?” 

“You know you’ll never be able to beat me.” 

“Hey, you’ve got a literal weight to hold you back,” you laughed, already jogging towards the street. “C’mon, that new movie is playing at the theater--loser has to buy the popcorn.” 

“I don’t know why you insist on doing this to yourself, y/n!” Toshinori called out from behind you as you started running. He seemed pretty far back, and you used this as motivation to run faster and harder down the city street towards the movie theater. The summer air sung with cicadas as the early stars came out to twinkle in the sky above you. But just as you were getting into a good rhythm, you heard his thundering footsteps on the sidewalk behind you. 

“I’ll take my popcorn with extra butter!” he shouted at you as he sprinted by, his blonde hair flying in the wind. 

“One day I’ll figure out how you’re cheating!” you shouted back, your lungs already gasping for precious air. 

Toshinori’s face was adorned with a triumphant smile as he flew down the length of the street, his duffle bag full of weights strapped to his back. “--and some yakitori to go with it!” he called over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. 

You slowed down to a jog, and then to a walk, and you breathed heavily to regain your composure. No matter how many times you challenged him, or how many times he insisted on giving you a headstart--he always beat you. Always. 

“You’re going to be the greatest,” you murmured under your breath, deciding to walk the rest of the way to the theater. He usually came back to make sure you were okay, even after beating you. It was almost unfair. 

But before you could make it to the next block, an uneasy feeling crept over your skin, and all of the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Suddenly, the quiet street seemed dark and menacing--nothing like it had been only a few minutes ago. The shadowy corners of the alleys shifted and moved out of the corners of your eyes. It felt like you were being watched. 

Your feet began to move quicker down the sidewalk, and you tried to keep yourself within the glow of the street lamps as much as you could. Just a few more feet and you would turn the corner and see Toshinori standing there with that smile on his face, and you’d be safe--

“Where ya goin’ this time of night?” a gravelly voice chuckled from behind you, and you felt calloused hands roughly grip your arm. “Pretty thing like you should know better than to be walking around this part of town all alone.” 

You froze in fear, your wide, unblinking eyes staring at the end of the block--waiting for Toshi to appear. Any moment now, and he would come charging to your rescue. 

“Hey,” the villain growled, his grip on your arm tightening. “I asked you a question.” 

“Let go of me,” you managed to whisper, still staring at the street corner. “Please.” 

“Yeah? Heh, or what? What are you going to do?” 

You winced in pain as his nails dug into the skin of your arm. “Please,” you said again through gritted teeth. “Let go of me.” 

“I don’t think I will,” the villain chuckled, and began pulling you towards a dark alley. “I want all of your money, and maybe I’ll reconsider.” 

You knew if you used your Quirk in a public setting, you’d get reprimanded by the school and have to face consequences--but you were never taught what the punishment was, if there was any punishment at all, for using your Quirk in self-defense. You didn’t want to lose your shot at a hero’s license--but then again, you also didn’t want to lose your life. 

Just as you were about to activate your Quirk while he dragged you into the alley, you saw Toshinori appear from around the corner. He looked confused, like he wasn’t sure what was taking you so long, or where you even were. But when his eyes landed on you in the grasp of a villain, that confusion was replaced by pure rage, and he charged towards you with a wild snarl on his face. 

“Let go of her!” he bellowed, and for a moment you were taken aback by the sheer anger that exploded out of him. You had never seen him this way before. 

“Hey, hey, take it easy!” the villain stuttered, immediately releasing you and taking a few stumbling steps backward. Toshinori surged past you and grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him up against the building wall. 

“You think you can just weasel your way around here and get away with grabbing people?” Toshinori snarled in the villain’s face. He looked at you over his shoulder. “Did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you?” 

You quickly shook your head. “No, no--he just grabbed my arm. I’m f-fine, Toshi.” The wavering pitch in your voice gave yourself away. 

He narrowed his eyes at you and he turned back to the villain, who was struggling against the iron grip at his throat. 

“If I ever see you bothering anyone in this city again,” Toshi spoke to him, his voice dangerously calm, “I won’t be this nice.” With that, he released the man and looked down at him with disgust. “Now get lost.” 

The man wasted no more time scrambling to his feet and taking off in the other direction. Toshinori immediately went to your side and took your face in his large hands. 

“When you didn’t show up, I got worried,” he said, searching your eyes. That anger and rage was gone; it had now been replaced with concern and fear. “You promise he didn’t hurt you?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. “He just grabbed my arm and asked for money, that’s all.” 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion as he pulled you into his chest for a hug. “I shouldn’t have left you like that, I’m so stupid. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice muffled by his shirt. “I’m okay. You saved me, Pretty Boy.” 

He pulled away and looked down at you, his blue eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. With a shaky breath, he put on a reassuring smile and tenderly touched your cheek. “I’ll always be there to save you, alright? I promise.” 

“You’re going to be a great hero,” you whispered, returning the smile. 

He pulled you in for another hug, his eyes glancing down at the bruises forming on your arm from where the man had grabbed you, a reminder that he wasn’t there for you, and he couldn’t protect you. Toshinori Yagi knew, in that moment, that you would never be harmed by anyone else ever again. 

“I like that name, by the way,” Toshi said as the two of you started walking together towards the movie theater. He kept you tucked under a protective arm as he gave you a sideways glance. “You think I’m pretty?” 

You rolled your eyes and smacked him. “You know you’re pretty.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, but I like hearing it from you.” 

“Alright, fine, you’re pretty.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

#OKAY FINE I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR YOUNG ALL MIGHT #YA CAUGHT ME #I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH #HE'S BEEN THROUGH TOO MUCH #yagi toshinori #yagi toshinori fic #yagi toshinori imagine #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori yagi x you #all might #all might fic #all might imagine #all might x reader #all might x you #young all might #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia fic #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #mha

[ladydeznutz]

When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

----

You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #peter parker imagine

[junko-and-riri-domain]

₊·˚♤˚· inconvenient | lhs ˚₊·˚♤˚·

↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: lee heeseung x reader ↬ genre: fluff | slight angst (happy ending dw) | idol!au  ↬ warnings: slight angst in that reader feels as if hee doesn’t have enough time for them bc of hee’s busy schedule and heeseung calls reader’s efforts inconvenient w/o realizing the weight of his words :( ↬ w/c: 1.4k ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name

As your eyes settled on the screen of your phone, reading Heeseung’s text message, you couldn’t help but scoff at it. You looked out the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet your boyfriend for your lunch date but he sent a text, canceling for what felt like the hundredth time this month. You could feel him slipping away from you with the other half of the bed empty almost every night, your dates constantly canceled, and your texts going unread. You decided not to respond to Heeseung, after all, what was the point? As you finished the remainder of your drink, you decided that you were going to enjoy the day to yourself regardless of whether or not Heeseung was going to be with you.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You explored the city and took your own pictures, found a new favorite trail to walk on, and bought yourself a new bag. Despite all the texts and calls from Heeseung, you ignored them all to give him a little taste of his own medicine. When you got home, you were more surprised than anything to see Heeseung waiting for you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. You looked at him, noticing how his eyes narrowed in on you and his arms crossed over his chest which caused his biceps to bulge out.

“Oh, so you care about me?”

“Of course I care, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well you canceled for the hundredth time today, I decided to have fun by myself.” His eyes cast to the floor, unable to look at you. You heard him let out a sigh as he muttered,

“I’m sorry.” You knew that when Heeseung became an idol, he’d have a busy schedule. You supported his dreams, had been there from the start but what good was your efforts when right now it felt as if you weren’t even in a relationship? Sure, Heeseung was sorry but you had heard the words thousands of times that you felt nothing anymore.

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I’ve just been busy. You know how important promotion season is, I just don’t have the time for things like I used to.”

“I know that but you can’t even go on one damn date the entire month?”

“We spend all night practicing for performances that I’m better off spending the night at Jay or Jake’s instead of coming home. With the events we have along with the dates you wanna go on and your constant texts, it’s just inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” It was with Heeseung’s words that you realized, you had had enough. If your constant attempts to keep the relationship, well, a relationship turned out to be inconvenient to Heeseung then there was no point to it. If all the time you spent checking up on him turned out to be inconvenient then you had no reason to put in any effort anymore. You knew that work and his dreams were important but so were you.

“I didn’t mean it like that, there are things that I need to do and responsibilities I need to focus on-”

“Am I not important to you anymore?” As your ears were met with silence you felt your breathing caught up in your throat. Waiting for Heeseung to answer only to be met with no reply, through his hesitance you found your answer.

“Baby, I-”

“Forget I asked.” You walked past him, heading into your room and in the process shoving his shoulder. As the door slammed and you flopped onto the bed you waited. Waited for Heeseung to knock on the door, waited for him to say something, anything, but waiting only led to self-given heartbreak. You heard the opening of a door ringing throughout your ears but it wasn’t the door you had hoped. After hearing the key, you came to a realization. Heeseung decided to walk out.

Following the next few days, you and Heeseung entered a stage of your relationship you weren’t quite sure what to label as. It wasn’t that you broke up per se, but you weren’t exactly together either. Sure, you exchanged a few messages here and there but you could feel Heeseung slipping away or maybe it was you slipping away, you weren’t quite sure. Throughout the week, you found yourself unable to sleep. But one Friday night, that inability to sleep turned into a 3 am movie marathon spent on the living room couch curled up under your blankets and one of Heeseung’s shirts. You heard the front door open, glanced over to see the light turn on and Heeseung taking off his shoes.

“You’re up?” he asked, slight worry filling his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Should I make us some ramen?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you want.” You stayed in the living room while Heeseung made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say, how were you even supposed to start? With your eyes settled on the tv, you entered a sort of daze where your head felt heavy and clouded with thoughts but your throat was unable to get any words out. It wasn’t until Heeseung was in front of you, blocking the tv that you drifted back to reality. You let out a small “thank you,” as the warmth of the bowl of ramen met your palms, couldn’t hold back your small smile as you saw that Heeseung had given you one and a half soft boiled eggs. When the both of you finished eating, you found yourself almost scared to talk to Heeseung about what went on that night. Your relationship was either going to continue, or it was going to end. As Heeseung reached towards the coffee table, about to take the bowls to the kitchen, your hand reached out to hold his arm, stopping him.

“Stay,” you whispered. Heeseung only nodded, settling himself so that he was laying on the couch with you. Face to face with him, you moved so that your head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was calming, embrace comfortable, and scent making you feel complete. The next step in your relationship, or its end, whichever it was, you’d find out tomorrow. Closing your eyes, all you could do was wait.

When you woke up, your ears were met with a slight groan and the hold around you tightened. As you lifted your head up, a hard sort of knock was heard paired with an,

“Oww, what the hell?” from Heeseung. You brought up a hand to massage his chin while you felt him kiss the top of your head,

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I woke up.”

“I, uhh, have something planned for us today. If you’re up for it?” Heeseung seemed kind of nervous as he spoke, avoiding your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You do?”

“A date, as an apology, because I’m sorry.”

“What about work?”

“I told our manager that I was taking today off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re important to me and I hate that it’s taken so damn long for me to show it to you.”

While you got ready for whatever it was Heeseung had planned, he was making breakfast. After breakfast, he brought you to a festival you didn’t even know was going on. While you walked past the stalls set up, occasionally stopping to look at something that caught your eye, Heeseung’s hand stayed intertwine with yours. You had missed it, being with Heeseung, and feeling loved by him. When lunchtime came around, you ended at the park. There were both couples and families with a towel, eating food they had packed, but all of a sudden, Heeseung was leading you to a towel with a picnic basket.

“This is our spot,” he said. Your eyes went wide,

“You set this up?”

“Mhm. I know how much you love picnics and I figured… let’s go on one.” You sat down, unable to hold back your smile as Heeseung sat next to you. You really did love picnics, but more so with Heeseung. After eating, you laid down and looked up at sky feeling as if the world was so vast and wide. You found yourself looking at Heeseung,

“Y’know, keeping my head on the ground is really inconvenient right now.” Heeseung’s eyes filled with alarm,

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve said that.”

“It’s ok,” you said. And you meant it. “It’d be less inconvenient if I could use your arm as a pillow though.” As Heeseung’s arm extended, you rested your head on it while you wrapped an arm around his chest. Waiting often led to self-given heartbreak, but sometimes, it was worth it.

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