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khjswifey · 1 year

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{Forever You Are My Star} [K.HJ]

Kim Hongjoong x Atiny!Reader

Idol Au, Long distance relationship au

After two long years of dating, you finally get to meet you boyfriend and at your favorite group's concert too! But hold on...the leaders voice sounds a bit familiar.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic! I want to continue this lil au, and possible make more for the other members! Let me know if you would be interested in that, Other than that:

Happy Reading!

Tags: @soobinshouseplant

𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •

“Hey Baby..”

“Hiii…”

A soft chuckle filtered through your phone speaker.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late…”

“Joon, that’s completely fine, You know I stay up late anyways…”

You hear a sigh before he begins to talk again.

“Baby.?”

“Yeah?”

“You still live in (city name), right?”

“Yea, why do you ask?” You asked, curiosity/excitement lacing your tone. Your boyfriend chuckles at you, “Well, we’ll finally be able to meet!” You gasped in excitement, nearly falling off your bed.

You and your boyfriend, Joon, had been dating for about 2 years now, and yes it was a long distance relationship.

The two of you had met online through your art twitter. You did a lot of fanart of your favorite kpop group, Ateez, as well as tattoo ideas. The tattoo designs are what introduced you to your loving boyfriend.

He replied under one of your posts, interested in commissioning a design and it has been you and him against the world ever since.

Yes, you don’t know how he looks, and he may have various different pictures of you, but you put all your trust in him and you highly doubted he was a catfish.

He always showered you with gifts, and always called you when he got the time to. He rarely showed his face, but you saw his desk and his work area.

You believed he was real and you were excited at the prospect of finally being able to meet him.

“I can tell you’re excited…” Joon started, “I am too..I can’t wait to hold you…” You felt your face heat up as you heard him mumble something in Korean under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said I can’t wait to hold you and have you whimpering underneath me, Jagi..”

You squealed in embarrassment as you slammed your phone on the bed. You heard him laughing at you before calling your name.

The two of you sat in silence for a little while after that, nothing but the soft clicking of your boyfriend's laptop coming through the speakers. He finally spoke up again with a little chuckle.

“Well…I bought you a concert ticket…”

“Joon!”

“What? I thought it was a good idea since we both like concerts~!”

You only hummed in response, not having the time to argue with him tonight, your phone pinged and you sighed.

“I’ll see you in two days!”

“See you~”

Your phone hung up and you went to check your Ticketmaster account, your eyes widened,

You got the tickets! -

X1 Atiny VIP Ticket

My future husband: You’re welcome~

My future husband: I love you.

𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •

“Y/n, how do you know he will be there?’

“Don’t you think you’re being used..’

You groaned at your friend. “F/n. I don’t think a catfish would drop the money for this ticket like that. It was expensive.”

“So!? Maybe he’ll try to use a little money to kidnap you!”

You grew frustrated as you did your makeup. You had told F/n about what had happened and to make sure you were safe, she was coming along.

F/n was never supportive of your relationship, always judging you for ‘wasting’ your time on a dude that you are only just now meeting. But you also couldn’t blame her, girls did go missing when meeting their online boyfriends. But no matter how you tried to convince her, she wouldn’t listen to you. She didn’t even like Ateez! So she was basically wasting her money.

“What if he’s lying to you about his identity-”

“That’s enough, F/n!!” You yelled at her, finally snapping from the constant negative comments. “If you wanna come then come. But if you’re not going to shut the fuck up already!”

F/n stared at you in shock. “How dare you? I’m trying to keep you from getting catfished!!” She yelled back and you rolled your eyes pushing past her, grabbing your bag.

You got your keys and looked at her, “Find your own ride to the damn concert. Don’t bother being around me.” You said leaving her behind.

You were actually surprised she even still came to the concert. You glared at her and she gave you an apologetic look when she caught up to you.

When you walked into (venue name), you beamed with excitement. Not only were you going to finally meet your boyfriend, you got to see your all time favorite kpop group!

It was refreshing to be around fellow Atiny, you chatted with several around you in the pit. You ended up getting real close from you leaving early. Your blood was pumping through your body when the lights finally dimmed. You screamed as you watched as the members of Ateez came onto the stage.

It felt unreal, it didn’t feel real at all. You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. A couple of songs had gone by when you finally found the time to let your boyfriend know where you were. But you were shocked to see a message from him around 2 years ago that simply said;

“Look at the stage.”

When you looked back up, you locked eyes with Kim Hongjoong, the leader of Ateez, your bias, your Ult bias to be exact. His eyes were locked on you as he introduced himself to the crowd. Your brain froze.

When he spoke, his voice sounded familiar, and not just from you listening to music. No it was like you knew him on a personal level.

“F/n…” You said, capturing your friends' attention, concerned at your tone. “What’s wrong? Is it that boy?” She asked.

You looked back up to the stage, watching as Ateez prepared for their next set of songs.

“I think my boyfriend is the leader of Ateez..”

“...You mean as a joke right…?”

“....”

“...oh…”

𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •

“What do you mean you think your boyfriend is a member of Ateez!?”

It was after the concert, and you were instructed by your boyfriend to meet him afterwards backstage. All you had to do was tell the security your name and they led you to where you were now.

F/n was very skeptical and was weary about leaving you alone, but after a while of convincing she finally left, making sure she had you added on Life360 just in case.

You stood there waiting, watching as various staff members worked around you. You were starting to think that he wasn’t going to come at all.

You looked down at your phone and sighed, turning to leave.

“Baby!”

You whip around to find the owner of the voice, and lo and behold it was Kim Hongjoong. He was now dressed comfortably, makeup gone and a soft blush on his face with a lazy smile.

You smile wide and run up to him, nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish if he let go.

When he did let go, he pulled away a bit to place a kiss on your lips. You melted into his grasp only pulling away when you needed air from the male.

The two of you looked at each other for a while. One half of you wanted to fight him for lying to you, but you knew he had his reasons, but the other was so happy that he was real and that he was not only your idol, but your lover.

“Hongjoongie…” You mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckled as he held you close to him, “It’s so nice to hear you say my name…” He replied, finally pulling away.

When he did, he held your hands and swung them back and forth. He looked like a lovesick puppy, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?...”

“No not really…”

“Well…could you maybe come back with me?”

You giggle at his bashfulness, nodding. “Of course, You have a lot of explaining to do..”

Hongjoong smiles before pulling you along with him.

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Hongjoong paid for your visit to his hotel room, not leaving until he made sure you were safely on your way.

When you got there, you finally got to meet the other members, it was surreal for you. Just yesterday you were catching up on missed content, laughing as you watched Ateez go about their antics. Now you are meeting them and apparently dating their leader.

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were nearly shitting bricks.

But it actually went over well, Hongjoong introduced you to them one by one. You happily introduced yourself, shaking their hands until you got to Wooyoung, who had a smug grin.

“You’re really pretty. No wonder cap-” He was cut off by Hongjoong flinging something at him. You giggled at this as the rest of the evening with the boys went fine. It was spent with you explaining how you met Hongjoong, talking about how much you loved their music and how you really appreciated how nice they were being to him.

Later on, Hongjoong led you to his room, which you tilted your head at.

“I thought you guys shared rooms when you went on tour?”

“We do, the guys wanted to give us privacy though..”

You felt your face heat up as you walked over and flopped on the bed. Hongjoong then joined you, leaning his head on your stomach.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the silence before he spoke up.

“I’m sorry…” He started, moving to sit up, you moved to sit up at the head board.

“Hon-”

“I’m sorry for not telling you who I was y/n…I was scared…” He admits and it hurt your heart with how he avoided eye contact. He sighed before finally turning to you.

“When I found out you were an Atiny..I got scared. I thought you were only gonna like me because of who I am on stage…” You watched him carefully as he continued.

“I thought you weren’t gonna love me for me…So I hid it. It’s why I rarely showed my face when we talked. But when I saw your face…” Hongjoong reached over to cup your cheek, eyes misty. You felt your own tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Hongjoong…” You started moving closer to the male, your faces barely touching. “I’m in love with you…all of you…the Idol you and the normal you. Yes I may be an Atiny, but I love you. Not your career.” You say softly leaning on him.

“I was worried…that you wouldn’t like me once you met me. That you would’ve thought I was a weirdo or that-mmph!” Your rant was cut off by Hongjoong kissing you, he pulled you into his arms, your eyes widened as he silenced you. They eventually fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, only pulling away to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re always loved by me…I trust you y/n..”

A small smile ghosted across your features as the two of you stayed that way for a while.

You felt at peace knowing that you could now love both forms of him..

𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •

You were sad when you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend. One night was definitely not enough time for you to get all what you had to say to him off your chest.

And there was obviously a lot more that Hongjoong wanted to do, but that would have to wait for the next time you would meet.

So when you got home, you were watching through your concert footage when you got a notification.

‘Ateez_official_ has made a post’

You clicked it and felt your heart do a mini flip.

‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star ❤️’

It was a black and white picture of the two of you holding hands with the caption;

‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star <3’

𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •

#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #kim hongjoong #kim hongjoong x reader #Hongjoong x reader #Hongjoong fluff #ATEEZ x reader fluff #ateez x you #ateez

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eganeyes · 2 months

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thinking of vampires and werewolves integraded in the military clegan au im sighing in agony

werewolf!bucky vampire!buck ofc lets fall to the expected norms mainly because i am a dog coded bucky enthusiast and also as much as i think of buck as a doberman he's very much vampire coded

werewolf vampire feud being an actual and expected thing, the 100th being gunned from the beginning of the war as a trial unit to see how humans, vampires, and werewolves are able to work together. most units kind of failing at it because everyones too territorial, too much blood history, too blood-proud, and humans too cautious.

enter the 100th, always the outlier, ever the undisciplined.

officer training begins far before their assignment to the 100th, so the buckies meet each other first. born-werewolf currently lone-wolfing john bucky egan's proverbial but also quiet literal fur bristling when he firsts scents the air of his new base and zeroing on buck cleven, the vampire who's going to sleep on the bunk right next to him. millennia-old ice-cold buck cleven smelling the wet dog fur and hearing the low growls first before looking up from folding his handful of monogrammed kerchiefs to a werewolf standing by the bunk next to him, presumably assigned that bed.

buck promptly ignores the guy, which bucky doesn't take at all very kindly. john still gives the guy his name though, a week down the line, because, well, he's very pretty and very smart and very capable of putting bucky on his back.

werewolves being high in the sky is unheard of. bucky suffers through the 'trying to get closer to the moon?' jokes easily enough. no sun smiting vampires here btw, should i say they glitter like the cullens or nah. just the slightest glitter then, lets say that there's a glow when the sun hits their skin, vampires being the suns favorite child or something and when they die they return as ashes to the sun to give those vampire pilots some fear of flying too close to the sun.

complicated-relationship-with-the-moon werewolf bucky vs complicated-relationship-with-the-sun vampire buck oh the ache

but like more on the other guys because fuck clegan theyve caused me enough grief

werewolf dougie vs human blakely. sooo attached to dougley you don't understand. dougie imprinting on ev like a baby chick, scenting his clothes and his jacket and his pillows etc. blakely being sooo flustered the first time dougie actually greets him like pack—as in dougie touches his nose to the side of ev's nose, runs it to the side just before his ear, and down to his neck—face cherry red and spluttering while dougie just has the most satisfied cat-who-got-the-cream look in his face. maybe after their first successful bomb-drop practice mission? idk just obsessed with the image.

vampire duo crubbles, centuries of being together reflected on the way they're never apart on the ground. croz's diet has to be like incredibly precise and certain blood sits weirdly in his stomach so up in the air paired with the anxiety of being so close to the sun he's puking out anything that's left in his stomach. ms. jean crosby known keeper of both harry crosby and bubbles payne, only woman to keep those two in line, but nobody actually knows what she is.

another werewolf and vampire pair: hammy and brady. hammy being a werewolf disaster duo with dougie, squabbling and rucking up the base like pups, bucky having to snap at them to cut it out when he's also wagging his out-of-sight tail wanting to cause mayhem too but maybe not when some very important general is by the base yeah. brady just brings that vibes of being incredibly old and incredibly stuffy and incredibly stick-in-the-mud at first you know?? hammy first meeting his vampire pilot and scoffing because that's literally the stereotypical vampire he's shit upon pre-army. until he sees brady pilot. until his pilot manages to execute a move so beautiful he doesn't end up as a pile of burnt fur within minutes of a trial flight. until he sees john fucking brady crack a smile at him with the slight glitter of the dying sun caressing his skin. dougie, smelling this shit from literally 4 miles away groans because brother, really?

vampire!kenny stuck in the body of a 19 year old never to grow old, waiting for his passing from the sun whenever that is. very human very warm very kind rosie rosenthal easily grasping at kenny's ice-cold-yet-sun-blessed skin and sparks fly from the flat of the palm meeting rosie's and to the tips of his bronze burnt curls.

fiery human chick harding able to go toe-to-toe with wolves and vampires, mouth stretched wide the first time he has bucky egan sitting on his visitor's chair whose metabolism is working overtime trying to burn the devils piss of a hooch out of his system. meeting born-werewolf jack the next hour who's bucky's only equal in their eclectic werewolf pack—whose fur is clearly bristling from bucky grounding him but he clocks instantly that this were will be the one who will actually snap on his new boys' heels if they ever step out of line.

currently kind of obsessed with this aaaa might come back with other ships (demacon i Will love you into existence) when it hits (hopefully) probably when the bi!buck euphoria melts a bit

#mota #mota hcs #clegan #dougley #rosielemmons #hambrady #i don't actually know their shipname :((#mota vampwere au

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ladylooch · 1 year

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can I request maybe some Nico fluff. maybe some comfort too 👉👈

A/N: Thank you for this 🥰

Nico fluff may be the best fluff. This is part of the What My World Spins Around AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: She's drunk, fluff, mentions of male genitalia, a lil handsy- above the clothes stuff.

The key hole of mine and Nico’s apartment swirls in my vision as I attempt to stab my key in. I blink, trying to steady the circle in my line of vision. The world keeps spinning and my eyes close again. I sway into the door and giggle.

Drunk might be an understatement for me.

The Devils ladies all went out on the town to celebrate our Bachelorette, Drey. Fully decked out in penis attire, we tossed back shots of vodka, tequila, and something else pink and sugary that I can’t remember the name of. It was entirely too much fun and alcohol. I barely made it out of the Lyft without falling on my face.

I brace my hand against the door to push off. I look down at the penis swinging from the gaudy pink necklace around my neck. I giggle again, then attempt to shove the key back in. I gasp in excited surprise when it goes in. I flip the lock and stumble through the door. I wince, noticing my disturbance of our dark and silent apartment. It’s well after 2:00am and it’s good Nico is asleep. Tomorrow is another game day.

I carefully grope my way in the dark to the kitchen counter. I settle my purse there then reach down to unzip my black ankle bootie.

“Fuc-” The whole word doesn’t make it out of my mouth before I’m falling over onto the oak floor. I clasp my hand over my mouth as giggles assault me again. Tears pool in my eyes as I gasp for breath between my fingers. My abdominal muscles crunch with tension at trying to hold the noise in.

Nico’s chuckle from above me has my eyes flying open in surprise. I release my full laughter when I see him awake.

“I fell over.” I tell him between breathy giggles.

“I see that.” He responds, smile stretching his cheeks wide.

“I think I need help.” I croak at him, holding my foot up towards his face. He secures it in his hands, holding the heel with one and sliding the zipper down with the other. He pulls the shoe off, tossing it to the floor behind him. He releases that foot, then motions for me to put the other up. I do so silently, watching the way he looks at me. While I’m drunk on alcohol, he’s drunk on love.

All night while we celebrated Drey, I couldn’t stop the yearning for my day. I could see myself dressed in white, a cheap crown on my head and big, pink heart sunglasses pressing to my face. When it’s my turn, I want it all. I want a large cut out of Nico’s face and my favorite kind of cookies and a silky, pink sash with Future Mrs. Hischier in gold, glittery letters.

“Do you like my necklace?” I ask Nico as he tosses the other boot away. I spin the large penis around my finger, flicking my tongue out at him. Nico laughs loudly, raising his eyebrows at my suggestiveness.

“You like dicks bigger than that.” He jokes. My head falls back to the floor as I laugh loudly.

“I do!” I exclaim as he holds his hands out for me to get up. I grip them tight and he tugs me standing. “Oh no…” I sway to the right, but Nico steadies me. My nose scrunches up and I grip his biceps hard. “The room is… spinning.” I sputter, gritting my teeth against the nausea I feel. “Bleh.”

“Yeah, the beds probably going to as well.” He tells me. “Let’s get you some water. That should help.”

He helps me to the sink then shuffles between a few cabinets and the fridge. He returns with a cup that’s fizzing and swirling with ice cubes.

“W’as this?” I murmur, bringing it to my lips anyway and taking a glug. “Oooo it’s salty.”

“There’s a Nuun in there. I’m trying to get some electrolytes back into you.”

“That’s gonna kill my buzz.” I say, extending the cup back to him.

“Drink, baby.” He says, using his no nonsense tone. I furrow my eyebrows together sarcastically with a pout.

“Oh, Captain Serious is here now.” Nico snorts laughter at me, leaning his butt against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah and he says no bed until that glass is gone.”

I try my best, but can only get half of the glass down.

“My legs are tired.” I whine to him, trying to slide down to sit on the floor.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just go to bed.” He is laughing at me again, my pathetic nature making his sweetness accelerate. His hands wrap around my body, pulling me tight to him. His lips hover over mine as he takes my necklaces off along with the feathered boa I forgot I was wearing. As he sets them on the counter, I feel a tug of uncertainty.

“You’re gonna marry me right?” I whisper against his lips when he leans down to kiss me. I hang from his shoulders like a baby chimp. Nico pulls back so he can see my full face. His strong hands squeeze my back ribs assuringly then slide down to tuck in the back pockets of my jeans.

“Yes, baby. I’m going to marry you.” He presses our lips together again.

“Right now?”

“No sweets. I want you sober when I promise forever with you.” He chuckles. His hands glide to lift me by the backs of my thighs.

“That is soooo sweet.” I sigh to him, resting my cheek on his shoulder. His assurance has a happy bubble building in my chest. I burrow my nose into his neck, enjoying the way his stubble tickles my skin.

We get to bed and he begins to undress me. Soft kisses are placed all along my body. First on my shoulder, then on my chest, followed by my thighs and calves. My skin buzzes from the connection. I watch with burdensome lids as he replaces my bachelorette clothes with pajamas.

“Touch me.” I ask him, biting my lip as he slides his large t-shirt over my shoulders. His thumbs come up, circling my nipples twice before pulling the hem all the way down. He’s too much of a gentleman to take it any further. He pulls the comforter back on my side. I crawl my way slowly up, settling against my pillow to wait for him.

When he slides into bed with me, I snuggle up close to his side, curling my knees up into a comfort cocoon with him. My hand wanders down to the tie on his pants, fiddling with it.

“Tomorrow, love.” He murmurs to me, lacing our fingers together and moving them to rest on his chest beside my head.

“I think you’re too good for me.” I whisper to him, eyes lazily blinking as sleep begin to call for me. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“Me either.” His eyes don’t even open as he speaks to me. He’s so sure, holding his forever. I grin, pressing my lips to his pec over his shirt. When I place my cheek on top of my kiss, his hand comes to stroke at my scalp. His fingers weave their way between my now sloppy curls, massaging me into a deep, drunken sleep.

#nico hischier blurbs #nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #New Jersey devils #nhl fan fiction #hockey writing #hockey fic #NHL fic #writing request #my writing

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garlichoisan · 8 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [7]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future

🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader

💌 Word Count: 535

⚠️ Warnings: slightly nsfw(-ish?)/suggestive

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San opened his eyes slowly, trying to readjust to the sunlight, coming from his window. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, then got up from his bed carefully, surprised to find out his head wasn’t hurting at all. He then remembered he didn’t drink any alcohol yesterday and he mentally thanked himself. San walked out of his room, remembering it was his birthday; he was wondering if his friends had something special planned for him. Knowing them, they probably did, and that thought made a smile appear on his face.

As soon as he opened his door to go out of the room, he was greeted with loud cheering and his friends shouting “Happy Birthday” and clapping their hands enthusiastically, making San smile from ear to ear. They even sang the birthdag song to him and San was laughing, but he also felt tearing up from joy a little. He was really touched by their actions, even though it wasn’t something new; they were always like that, no matter what the occasion was.

“Ah, you never fail to amaze me,” San laughed, wiping a single tear rolling down his cheek, using his hand.

“Oh, come on, don’t get all emotional with us now,” Hongjoong also laughed, hugging San tightly. “Or we may end up crying too.”

“Speak for yourself; I’ll be too busy filming all of you crying to actually join in the fun,” Mingi smiled deviously.

“I won’t cry either,” Wooyoung stated, looking over to the oven. “Fuc*, I think I burned the pancakes-“

“You’re making pancakes?” San asked, licking his lips, already imagining the pancakes’ taste.

“At least I’m trying to do that. You know I’ve cooked a lot of dishes, but I haven’t actually tried making desserts before, so I’m not sure if the pancakes are going to be good. Actually no, nevermind, it seems we’re going to have burnt pancakes for breakfast.”

“Real masterchef,” Hongjoong added mockingly.

San nodded, trying to suppress his laugher. He still appreciated his best friend trying to surprise him with pancakes for his birthday. Even if they were burnt, San was still going to pretend it was the best food he’s ever tasted.

“So what’s the plan for today?” The birthday boy asked with excitement.

“We’re going to have breakfast, play some videogames, then go to the cafeteria to buy a birthday cake and drink coffee, and in the evening we can visit a bar. Is that okay?” Hongjoong explained the whole plan that he, Mingi and Wooyoung came up with.

“Sounds perfect!”

His friends had a difficult time trying to think of what to do for San’s birthday. They were thinking of throwing a surprise party for him, but then they remembered he preferred to only have his closest friends by his side, rather than random people he may or may not know; he didn’t want a big party where there would be so many people who didn’t care about him at all. That’s how his friends decided not to invite more people and plan some fun activities the four of them could do instead.

When they were done with breakfast, they continued with their plan and the whole day the smile didn’t leave San’s face.

╔═══════════ SUMMARY ═══════════╗

San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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ruler-of-garbage · 1 year

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Wait, You're My Colleague?!?! Part 2-

Word Count- 1072 (Part 2)

Part 1 HERE

MASTERLIST

Wait, You're My Colleague?!?!- Part 3

1 Warning(s): Y/n is appearing to be feminine (No pronouns though)(Scaramouche will be the name, but its a mix of all of his personas)

This is MODERN AU

Wow!! Part 2 is here! I had a lot of fun writing this part. I can't wait till I finish part 3, that one is going to be hilarious.

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Thank you all, and here is Wait, You’re My Colleague?!?!

Scaramouche stands frozen as his new boss talks, not taking in anything the Boss Lady was saying. How could he?!?! There is something way more nerve wracking right beside him. You.

He was just hired as an editor for a publishing company he’s had an eye on since he was in college. But he didn’t know that you did too. You are standing right next to him, in all your glory. Your hair is a bit longer than when you both were in college, but that didn’t change how beautiful you were, no, it made you even hotter.

“Now that's said and done, everyone should introduce themselves to each other. I will come back in a bit with assignments and seating charts.” The Boss Lady says as she leaves the room, everyone waits until they couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore, before chattering away on how hot she is, and if her pink hair was professionally done. But Scaramouche couldn’t have cared less about the Boss. All he can think about is why you are staring at him so intensely. Your eyes were wide, as if you were trying to figure out who Scaramouche was. Could you possibly remember him?

“Hi, I’m y/n. It is a pleasure to meet you” You say out of nowhere. Scaramouche, still freaking out inside, turns to you. He knew it, you wouldn’t remember him over something so small. Before he could let a word come out of his mouth, You were called over to a big group of people. As you swiftly walk over, still regretting that he couldn’t talk to you, Scaramouche recognizes one of the girls. She was one of the friends that he gave a tip to. Seems that Scaramouche and you weren’t the only ones that decided to apply here. Tch. How annoying.

With his hands in a fist, Scaramouche can feel his hands start to sweat. He knows that it is going to be hard to talk to you. But, now you have a friend here. Knowing that you are probably just staying in your friend group, he has to force himself to take this chance to get to be your friend. Scaramouche didn’t want it to end like it did before.

Scaramouche slowly tip-toes his way over to the group of people. He can smell the trail of perfume that you are wearing, something sweet, like a flower. But as he was about to reach the group, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Scaramouche whips around looking at whoever touched him straight in the face. At least he planned to, but all he got was a face full of chest, and a weird smell of Russian Collon. Scaramouche’s eyes slowly wandered up towards the person's face.

“Ajax?” Oh fuc- Why is he here? Ajax's face slowly scrunched up, confused on who this small kid is.

“Do I know you?” Oh great, another person that doesn’t remember me. Ajax used to be one of his acquaintances in a club back in highschool. The club was all about working out secret alliances between different clubs in their school and other schools. Ajax, or his code name, Childe, would be the one that would go around talking to other clubs trying to reel them into a pact with the club. The only reason Scaramouche joined that club was because they promised him a quiet place to rest during the school day.

“No… What do you want anyways?” Ajax, still kinda surprised by the informality, and hands over some papers.

He points to the Boss Lady in the back of the room stating, “Once you’re done skimming through these, pick up an envelope next to Mrs Yae Miko and move to your new desk in the room next to this one. Your name should be right on the desk.”.

As Ajax leaves, Scaramouche takes one last look at you, and then goes on his way. Scaramouche slowly made his way over to Yae, making sure to not draw attention, but like everything else in his life, it fails. “Hello, Scaramouche. How are you.” He slowly rolled his eyes, then he gave a fake smile to Yae. He did not want to deal with more people after not being able to talk to you.

“I’m good, Mrs. Yae Miko. And you?” She smiles and hands him the envelope.

She looks around and leans forward, whispering in his ear, “Your Mom says hello.” She leans back and hands out more envelopes to workers that were piling up behind Scaramouche. Don’t tell me about that woman, I don’t need to hear about someone that gave me up. Rolling the papers that he had gotten into a makeshift bat, he walks over to his cubicle. Slowly looking inside to see if it is the right size for him. He approves of it at first… but something is off. Even though the cubicle is the right size for him, there is one thing that doesn’t make sense. There is another desk! Scaramouche looks around before looking back at his cubicle. No one else had another desk… why is he the only one that has to have another person sitting with him?!?! In a fit of rage he turns around ready to stomp his way back over to Yae and tell her to tell his mommy to change his seat even if it meant speaking to the person he hates. But before he could fully turn around, he bumps into someone. But this time, they don't feel like Ajax.

Looking over his shoulder he can feel a brush of hair against his chin. And there was your face. You looked a little surprised as he slowly backed up and hid his face. Scaramouche knew he had the most ugly face on, so he tried to hide it by putting his hands to his face and backing into his corner of the cubicle. But as you entered after him he knew he was doomed. How could he possibly work while he knew you were right there?!?! Clearly the all knowing gods of this world are against him- while also pushing for something to happen between him and you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t able to get your name earlier.” You say looking at him as he slowly lowers his hands. Now he's trying to put on a facade. He slowly pushes his hair back and smirks.

“It’s Scaramouche. Pleasure to meet you.”

Wait, You're My Colleague?!?!- Part 3

#wanderer x y/n #genshin wanderer #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #genshin men #genshin x reader #kuni x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin fanfic #scara x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramocuhe x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche #modern au #genshin modern au

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1autistictacticalrefrigerator · 11 months

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Deity SoapGhost AU 🌬️ ( Heavily based on the tales from india my mother used to tell me 🫡 )

[ WARNING: Im not basing this off any gods, (like greek gods, roman gods, or anything) these deities are purely made by my autistic, imaginative brain so dont take them for real/serious! 😭 ]

[ 🫵 ALSO ANOTHER TW: Major Character Death (?), Suicide (please, give it a chance i promise 🥲) )

The Law.

A god can not walk in the world of man. In order for one to do so, the one must also take the form of man. The rules were set by the O’ Great One eons and eons ago, before even the first gods came to exist.

There was only one slight problem with this proposal, the god will not be able to return back to his or her place in the cosmos until his human life journey comes to a end. Without godly powers, or any memory of being one- they are left alone to face the impurities of man kind. Unless, someone can awaken them which is highly, HIGHLY, unlikely. It has only happened one other time. Since that was the case, many gods and goddesses tend to avoid any journeys down to earth unless it’s really necessary...

Yet.. two gods find themselves walking the face of this earth. And there would be no turning back until their human bodies perish.

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Ghost was the God of Souls, War, and the Darkness Deep. He basically keeps track of all the dead people- to put it bluntly. Yknow.. eat the bad souls, let the good ones go to “heaven”. Souls were his source of food, and because of that, he was despised among the gods. But what could he do? He wont die from hunger of course, he was a god, but still.. the pain of hunger- nobody liked it.

That was actually the exact reason he was walking the earth, eating too many souls, reaped them too early, the others had said. This was his punishment. He had to suffer the weakness of man. And he hated it. He fucking hated it.

Soap.. (ridiculous name, but it was a nickname given by the other gods so he took it) was the God of Light, Fertility, and Healing. All the gods liked Soap in some way, he was ever so gentle, and made all minds at ease- so many gods were sad to see Soap go when Soap told them he had to travel the path of humankind.

He was on a mission though, to redeem a certain someone. He didn’t know who, but he knew he could count on Lady Fate, one of the highest goddesses. She promised she’d guide him to his person.

Lady Fate was kind to him. She places him in a small, sleepy little town in Scotland. With a pair of honest parents, who were blessed with a sweet, sweet, baby boy.

PRESENT DAY.

WEEK 1:

Ghost was a feared soldier in the 141, always respected- so when some idiot put the most urghh.. SUNSHINY sergeant under his command, he almost explodes. Ghost seriously couldn’t physically look at the man, or else he’d get blinded by those rays of light emitting from the sergeant’s big goofy smile. He hated him. He hated Soap.

WEEK 2:

Soap was kinda endearing in his own way. Ghost started to feel funny, and by funny, it was just another word for, “How the fuck am I letting this guy talk to me.”

Honestly, Soap was annoyingly chattery.. Ghost thinks. (Is he?)

WEEK 3:

Nevermind. Soap’s constant talking actually kinda puts Ghost at ease. Ghost wants to hear Soap’s voice more. He’s comfortable with Soap giving him light touches, he likes Soap’s warmth. Wait- what the fuck?

WEEK 4:

Ghost is trying not to fold in any way. He wont. He cant-

WEEK 5:

Oh boy. He fucking folded.

…

That was it. Around a month and Ghost already was falling for Soap’s charm. It was like hunger- it couldn’t be helped. Every day it became harder to deny those feelings. He started feeling worried for Soap when Soap had to go on solo missions, he missed Soap when Soap was away for several days, he felt safe around Soap.

Ghost couldn’t fathom what kind of fucking hex Soap had casted over him, but Ghost’ll have to do something about it. Soon.

…

Ghost finally did something about his little situation when he saw one of the men on base hand Soap flowers. Of course, Soap accepted them with no clue what that did to Ghost. It made Ghost feel jealousy, the kind that felt worse than hunger, because the next day the man that offered the flowers were nowhere to be seen.

Soap had wormed his way into Ghost’s life, and now Ghost can’t fathom a way to live without Soap. It’s not fair, Ghost didn’t ask for anyone else- and quickly he learned that kind of mindset was called “love”. Something foreign and insignificant to him before.

Before all of this- before Soap.

However Ghost feared that feeling, that emotion that left him so vulnerable. So he hides it, even when Soap finally confesses he loved Ghost- Ghost stayed silent. It wasn’t he didn’t want to be loved by Soap.. its his own body, his own body telling him he won’t be able to control that hunger for more- Ghost has no clue why. There was one option he was down for though; waiting. Waiting until he was ready, that was the only option left for him, so he’d take it.

…

He took it too late. He took it too late. Soap was a lucky man, having many close calls on the field but always eventually returning somewhat unscathed. So when Soap actually crawls to Ghost with his own guts in his hands, it terrified Ghost. Ghost hadn’t felt what true fear was until that moment. A bloodied and battered up Soap, slowly making his way to Ghost, his eyes a silent plead for Ghost to help in any possible way to make everything stop hurting.

When Ghost saw Soap he had let out a blood curdling scream.

He found himself immediately beside Soap, begging Soap not to die. Because life was so unfair to him- the gods were so mean. Ghost tries to stop fate, that Soap was destined to die. He told Soap he loved him too. That he was sorry, sorry for every hurtful word he’s ever said to Soap because of his own selfishness. Sorry for thinking Soap was annoying or loud. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

But you know how fate is, you’ll never get your way. Soap tried to stay awake for Ghost, he really did but his eyes had never felt so heavy before. Most concerningly though, he heard a voice. A voice congratulating him- a voice telling him it’s done. It’s time to come home again.

Home.

Home?

Home.. hm. Home.. a home in the cosmos. As a deity.. of.. Light, Fertility, and Healing? He had friends back there- he was pretty sure.. no, he was sure.

Memories flood in. His mission was finished, his life as a human on earth has come to a end. He’d broken down the pride and stubbornness Ghost had within himself. But he’d broken Ghost’s heart too.

Finally Soap shuts his eyes as Ghost screams for Soap to hang in there, he knows he’s going home again. He wished so badly he could bring Ghost with him. But he knows its not possible.

…

Ghost holds Soap’s lifeless body in his hands. The warmth he was so used to was gone. The very reason to indulge this cruel world was gone too. And for the first time Ghost had cried, not because he was sad something he valued was gone, like a child’s toy broken. But because he’d never felt so useless before, so guilty before, he’d never felt so much self-loathing before.

He was ready to die right here, right in the rain plastered mud with Soap. He was so, so, ready. He didn’t care if he would go to hell, fuck just anywhere but here. Anywhere.. anywhere.

He wanted to go home.

Home? What. This isn’t right.

He hears the voice of someone scolding him like he was a child who’d done something wrong, but that voice was gentle.. familiar.. something was happening. Something was happening to his body- his mind- his-

For a moment he wasn’t afraid of death. Because death sounded familiar, like a old friend. Were the voices telling him to let go of this body? To “die”? Well there was only one way to find out.

Either he was just absolutely mental, or he was really not just hearing things- he places the handgun to his head. No need to be scared now. He’d be alright. It was a feeling. That feeling was telling himself to set himself free from the shackles of the human body. To become something more than just walking flesh. To be a god again.

Ghost pulls the trigger, and all goes black.

…

There was no pain or afterlife. Ghost wakes up on the floor feeling different, and with those same worried eyes staring at him. Huh? Same eyes.

“Soap?” Ghost blurts out.

The figure smiles, “Welcome home Ghost, thought you’d come for a visit.”

“The fuck-? I live here, what in the blazes do you-“ Oh.

Soap looks different as a god, but radiates the same soothing aura as he did on earth. Well that was comforting… and awkward, considering how dramatically Ghost announces his love for mortal Soap.

Soap must’ve felt the same way because he just makes a strange face at Ghost. Nothing ill-intended though. “So..” Soap was first to break the silence, “Are we like.. a thing now..? Or..”

“Hm.” Ghost hums, giving some thought into it.

“I don’t wanna be forcing anything on you!” Soap quickly adds, hands waving, trying to backpedal, “Just.. I think I still like you..” Soap mumbles.

“What if I thought the same?” Ghost tries, brushing himself off as he stands up. “Would you give someone like me a chance?” He scoffs. No way someone like him would be worthy with probably one of the most friendly gods in the cosmos.

“Then I say we’re together.” Soap declares happily as he takes a step closer, “Back on earth I didn’t even get to kiss you.” Soap complains as he lets out a huff of annoyance, “I waited YEARS, I think I deserve one now.”

“I.. don’t know.. Im not really a-“ Ghost starts before Soap pulls him in for a kiss.

“You wait too much.” Soap says after the kiss. Grinning dopily, the exact same smile that captivated Ghost.

“I know I do. You’ll just have to wait for me, yeah?”

“Yeah, you know I will. For centuries and centuries.” Soap says as he peppers Ghost with kisses again.

And Ghost takes it, he takes the love Soap offers to him because he deserved it. After going through all that fuckery- he thought. He deserved it, it was the one thing he deserved.

And he did deserve it.

END. ❤️

(Haahah dont mind me and my silly brain. I dont know if I like this one or hated it, but hopefully you enjoyed it. Feel like I rushed it bc I was feeling so eepy. Too tired to edit so ignore the typos or mistakes ok ok gn yall 🥱)

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gods #deities

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crunchietoast · 2 years

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Knock Before You Enter

~☆ Katsuki Bakugo- Knock before you enter! ☆~

�� TIMESKIP AU, Boss Bakugo x Assistant reader. YN is working for the man himself, Bakugo Katsuki, as his assistant for his hero agency and has done for a few years now. There’s one small problem.

💥 idk if this is fluff..

💥WC: 463

"Sir i just need you to check-" You opened the door to his office only to be revealed to a very shirtless Katsuki putting on his suit shirt.

"FUC-!" he exclaimed as you slammed the door with wide eyes. You walked away back to your desk Infront of his door and sunk into your chair embarrassed as fuck. What had you done. Good going this time YN, you should get a box out ready because your ass is getting fired quicker then Deku breaks his arms.

As Katsuki's assistant, you work closely with the man and know that he has a short temper and very angry attitude. He was a private man and nobody, either lasted long enough to get to know him or was to scared of the guy. But it was well know that he had 2 good friends since Highschool from a different agency in the building, but even around them, he was grumpy.

You weren't particularly scared of him since you had spent a lot of time with him. Late nights in his office getting forms signed and takeaway at the desk together, much to his complaints, that 'he did not need you to buy his food'. But you could tell he appreciated it nonetheless.

You two had gotten decently close and had some sort of friendship you'd hope by now. I mean he didn't yell at you as loud as he did others. just an angry grit of his teeth. Over time your stupid. fucking. ass. gained had a HUGE immature and unprofessional crush on the Pro Hero. But what can you say, the mans really a softy.

"Y/N, my office now! please" he glared at you but calmed down after realizing there were other people around. You slowly walked to his office scared what he could say. Maybe this would be the first time in a long time he got extremally angry with you. Unlike other times with small warnings or teasing with evil yet joking smirks.

But this may have been a different story.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" You said as you closed the door behind you and sat down slowly, your breathing increasing.

'He looked so good when he was mad- NO WHAT AM I AM THINKING! I'M GOING TO GET MY ASS KICKED I NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO SOMETHING OTHER THAN HIS BICEPS!!'

"How dumb are you?!" he fumed.

"I'm so sorry Mr Bakugo, I really didn't mean to..." You submitted.

"Don't call me that. Have you ever heard about knocking?!" The man continued, mumbling the first part.

"I'm sorry Mr Bakugo, i forgot you went out for a miss-"

"Ugh, you know I don't like it when you call me that." he rolled his eyes. A sign came from the man's mouth. "I understand it was an accident..." he hesitated before taking a subtle deep breath. "Please knock next time" he pinched the ridge of his nose. "Get ou-I mean, you may leave now...thank you YN."

"wha- uh thank you Katsuki" You nodded and walked out the door, 'The hell?! What in gods name was that. Where did the please no no sorry, manners in general come from?!'

LATER AT LUNCH BREAK

"Dude, if you're trying to get her interested in you, it's a good idea NOT to scream at her..." Kirishima said to his colleague at the coffee machine. "Maybe. I don't know. Go easy on her..." he continued with an antagonizing grin.

"Shut up, I did go easy on her. I even said please '' Bakugo replied leaning against the bench in the office kitchen, slightly pissed at his best friend.

"What did she do anyway?" Denki joined in, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee.

"She walked in on him naked~" Kirishima cooed, jabbing Bakugou with his elbow.

"I was not naked!! It was only my shirt, I came back from a patrol and had to change!" Bakugo said defensively although he had nothing to hide.

"Right, so you WERNT doing a strip tease, Kaccha-" Denki was hit over the head with a mug.

I really like how Boss!Bakugo Turned out so expect more from that. Maybe even the origin of his first name 👀👀

-Crunchie Toast 🍞

#katsuki bakugo #bakugo x yn #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #my hero academia #x reader #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugou #bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #x yn #boss #BOSS BAKUGO crunchie Toast

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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Okay so for your Chris seresin x slider au, I have a request. Well a couple but feel free to chose.

1. The daggers meeting Chris and Ron after the mission

2. The flyboy uncles and Jakes dads reacting to him getting in to top gun the first time then later on winning the trophy like his dad and Uncle ice.

3. Just anything fluffy you want to write about Chris and Ron.

I love this au so much. I check your tumblr daily to see if there’s anything new for it ❤️❤️❤️

AH I’m so happy you love them. I’m going to break these up into three different posts because I will write anything for them. 🩷

1. Daggers meeting Chris and Ron

They’re all at the hard deck. Mav is leaning against the bar when he hears Jake shout, he sees the blond take off across the room and slam into his dads and Tom.

All of the daggers and staring. Bradley slams his head into the bar when he sees Ron and Tom standing together. Everyone starts quietly whispering as to why the fuck Jake just slammed into hugging Admiral Kerner, the goddamn commander of the pacific fleet and some random blond.

Javy is the only one besides Bradley who isn’t confused.

Phoenix is the first to react to their ranks. She slams into stance. Once everyone sees her do it they all scramble to join. Mav has to laugh, because Jake just doesn’t care about ranks when it comes to his dad and uncles.

Tom laughs, not unkindly and walks over to Mav. “At ease sailors. You all are fine relax.”

Everyone drops from the salutes.

Ron raises his eyebrow, “I never said y’all could stop.” Jake and Chris both smack Ron. He lets out a laugh and kisses Jake’s head before going over and hugging Mav.

“Hangman you wanna explain some things?”

Weirdly it’s Bob that speaks first. Jake smiles, Chris is still holding onto his waist. “Y’all meet my dads.”

There’s a beat of silence before everyone starts talking, “hey Chris-!” “Hang what the fuc-?” “hey Ron-” “as in Ron kerner is your dad-?” “Who’s the blond-?”

“Woah!” Jake sticks his hands out to stop everyone from talking, he points at Phoenix, “you first.”

She tilts her head, “how long have you kept this a secret from us?”

Jake blushes a little, “uh the whole time. Mav and Javy obviously knew, Roo knew a bit. But yeah. I’ve never really announced it.”

She blinks at him. “How long have they been together?” Chris answers this one. “40 years.”

There’s a round of chatter before Ron pipes up. “Hey Mav and Ice have been together for 36.” Tom smacks Ron from where they are leaning. Payback raises his hand, Chris laughs, “you can just talk kiddo.”

Payback nods, “what kinda unit did you come from sir?”

Tom and Ron start giggling, Chris rolls his eyes. “Ignore them. I didn’t, I was a firefighter, I’m a mechanic now that we live in California.”

Everyone nods, Bradley raises his hand. Ron points at him “shoot birdy.” Bradley rolls his eyes. “Y’all forgive me for being stupid when I was younger?”

Chris let’s go of Jake, he walks over and hugs Bradley. “Yeah. Just forgive Mav for the stupid things he’s done. Next time don’t take it out on Tommy.”

Mav winces from where he’s drifted into Tom’s arms. He gets a squeeze around his waist “sorry Bradley.” Jake is leaning against Ron’s side, “y’all don’t do this here go outside.”

Mav tilts his head and Bradley nods. They leave.

Tom loops his arm around Jake, “glad you’re safe kiddo. Thank you for bringing my husband home. I’m Glad all of you are safe.”

Halo takes a swing of her beer, “can you guys give us stories of Jake when he was little?”

Chris laughs. “He collects animals like Snow White.”

“Oh fuck off dad you do the exact same thing.”

Bob leans over to Coyote, “he just said Snow White right?” Javy laughs but before he can answer Ron cuts him off. “Y’all know why Coyote has his name? They picked up a pup when they were 15.”

Jake and Javy both glance at each other. “Jake lit multiple trash cans on fire in schools.”

“Uncle Tom!”

“He what??”

Jake smacks Tom, he knows he probably shouldn’t based off the gasps he got, but fuck it, it’s a bar not the base he can smack his uncle.

“You’re a nepo baby Jake.” Jake blushes, “shut up Nat, so is Bradley.”

Chris laughs, he kisses Tom’s cheek. “You’re evil. Love it.”

Bradley and Mav wonder in, they both look like they’ve been crying. Bradley looks at Jake “wanna get beat in pool?” Jake hugs his dads again and then nods. “You’re goin down Bradshaw.”

Javy leans next to Chris, “they’ve been like this the whole time. Shoot me now.”

Tom laughs and says something in polish to Ron. “Please don’t say that about our kids. I don’t need that memory of you and Mav.”

Mav laughs “you should’ve seen them when Bradley was playing piano, it was crazy.”

Everyone eventually drags Chris and Ron into talking about their lives. It’s a good night. An even better one when they seen Bradley and Jake talking casually at the bar later.

Maybe they’ll have a full family reunion this year.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #slider is jake’s dad #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x tom kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #javy coyote machado #top gun #thanks for the ask !!#I love writing about them #this was so fun #i hope you like it !!#mac writes top gun

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spidervee · 1 year

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Have you ever thought about giving the fuc where the reader is married to Fisk but has an affair with Peter (I forgot the name) a second part?

That Unwanted Animal

wish I had a link for you my friend, but I can’t be made to find it right now. Loved that fic. Someone described it as a love letter to the female orgasm and I’m pretty sure I screamed. Anyway, I digress!

I did plan a second part. It’s actually about 40% written in my google docs. Maybe if I can find and reblog the first part I’ll finish the sequel. It’s quite angsty.

In the meantime, if you need a mob!peter fix, check out my darlings @liz-allyn (her sugar and vice series is on my TBR but I know it’s gonna knock my socks off) and @p3mybeloved and @withahappyrefrain who are both mob!au royalty 🌻💛

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sie-rui · 3 years

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can I requests a headcanon where mikey, chifuyu, and baji’s s/o slaps their ass in like either public or behind closed doors- and what their reactions would be. Idk I just thought it would be funny 😭

❀ SHAKE YOUR BOOTY | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano manjiro, baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, crack, established relationship, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, timeline: highschool, headcanon 📅 july 13, 2021 🔗 masterlist

the boys' s/o slaps their ass. this causes a reaction.

. . . SANO MANJIRO

☆ Trust me when I say Mikey had done everything to tease you but slapping your ass in public? That never popped into his mind, not even once.

☆ Until you did it to him.

☆ You probably had enough of all his teasing, the whispering in your ears, little light grazes, and winks, that you just went fuck it and slapped his ass. Hard.

☆ Like the kind of slap that made him jump, holding onto his bottom and looking so red at the sudden action.

☆ Mikey would look back at you before a knowing expression settles on his face.

“So that’s how you want to play huh…”

☆ Will literally slap your ass back.

☆ Won’t let you go until you apologize with a mischievous grin on his face.

☆ You’re in public? Did you really think that Mikey would give a shit. That is a statement, not a question.

☆ So not only would this backfire but it would be added to Manjiro’s personal to-do list.

. . . BAJI KEISUKE

☆ Keisuke has done equally embarrassing things in public, like suddenly carrying you and spinning you around in the middle of the street or screaming pet names without any shame.

☆ But you decided to slap his ass one afternoon when he stands up for a bathroom break after two continuous movies at your place.

☆ It was completely random. Head empty, just his ass.

☆ You were just laying on the couch when you noticed his bottom and decided to give it one quick slap. One of your sudden impulses.

☆ Keisuke would literally pause.

☆ It would take him a few seconds to process what you just did.

“Y/n, that’s kinky.”

☆ Baji would wink at you, grinning.

☆ Will bring it up again and again until the day you die (probably).

☆ Needless to say, you don’t attempt to slap his ass again because Keisuke will never let it go.

. . . MATSUNO CHIFUYU

☆ You, no doubt, saw other people do it. Mostly boys doing it to their friends for fun.

☆ Chifuyu seemed like a great target.

☆ You would’ve have tried doing it on Takemichi since he was easier and the boy would forgive anyone for anything but you fear that Chifuyu would get jealous.

☆ Can’t make your baby too sad.

☆ Poor Fuyu was oblivious to your planning.

☆ So he was walking home with you one day and was distracted because he got into a huge bicker with Baji and they hadn’t talked the whole day.

☆ To get his attention, you slapped his ass.

“FUC-”

☆ Chifuyu would literally jump, throwing himself away from you, looking so offended.

☆ Would be blushing red, questioning you what you did that for, even to the point of shaking your shoulders, seeming so hysterical.

☆ He forgot about his fight with Baji just like that and the whole night, he was thinking about it and what it meant.

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riotlain · 2 years

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Ghosts of Woodsboro

Sally face au??? yea. Basically youre like Sally face. You wear a prosthetic from the cult dog

(Yandere???)Poly Ghostface x Male reader

This story will have. yknow death. billy being billy. stu being stu

This will have some Sally face spoilers.

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG. WOMEN DNI

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You stood in front of Woodsboro Highschool, your new school. You moved here from New Jersey with your dad due to your mother’s death. You could feel everyones eyes on you, its nothing new.

Your prosthetic always made you somewhat of an outcast. You made your way to the office to get your schedule.

‘God people here have a staring problem..’ you thought to yourself.

You got your schedule and proceeded to class. While walking you ran into someone. He was taller than you, quite handsome to be honest. He has his arm wrapped around a blonde girl.

“Heeyy new kid! Nice mask.” The tall guy complimented you casually.

“Its a prosthetic.” You blankly respond. You always got that compliment.

“Oh well uh,, it looks cool. Anyway whats your name?” The guy asked leaning on the locker beside him.

“Y/n” you answered blankly. You try to walk around him to get to class but he’s ultimately a prick. He takes your schedule and looks at it. You’re too lazy to try and get it back.

“Jesus fuc-“ “Hey we have the same class! C’mon I’ll show you the way!” The guy grabbed your wrist, waving at the girl before he started dragging you to class. You don’t even know his name.

You two eventually got to your first class with 3 minutes to spare.

“You can sit next to me. Oh and I’m Stu by the way!” Stu dragged you to his seat. Class started soon after. God does he ever shut up? He was whispering to you, asking for answers for almost the entire class.

You quickly move to your next period, English. You moved quickly, honestly wanting to avoid Stu. He was a bit too talkative for your liking, you could basically feel your social battery every second around him. Something was also… off about him.

You take a seat in English and a girl sits next to you. She’s quite pretty in all honesty.

“Um hey! Thats a cool ma- uh,, prosthetic!” the girl complimented you. It’s the same girl that Stu was with earlier.

“Oh! Uh,, thanks.” “Y/N right? I’m Tatum.” The girl, Tatum, seemed quite nice.

Class started and the teacher started talking about some project. Something about it being a research project. You were zoned out majority of it. You suddenly are brought back to reality when the bell rang. Wow time goes fast I guess.

“Hey! Wanna work together on this project?” Tatum asked as you packed your stuff.

“Yea sure. When are you free?” “Well I’m free today! We can head to my house after school. Sounds good?”

Thats how it was decided. School went by quite quickly. When the final bell rang you went to find Tatum by her locker.

“Hey Y/n!” ‘Oh god its Stu..’ You just kinda wave at him.

“You ready Y/N?” Tatum asked, closing her locker turning to you.

“Yea let’s g-“ “Wooaah where are you 2 goin?” Stu rudely interrupted you. His gaze was burning into your skull.

“Were just gonna work on a project..” You respond. You were kinda done with Stu now.

You and Tatum left and went to her house, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you the whole way.

#slashers #stu macher #billy loomis #scream 1996 #sidney prescott #poly ghostface x male reader #poly ghostface #stu macher x male reader #billy loomis x male reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader

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thefoxandthepenguine · 2 years

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What if…? (Part 3)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: AU. You missed your chance with Wanda and now she is marrying someone else. What if…you are given a second chance to make things right?

Genre/Warnings: Angst/fluff, a few curse words, mention of alcohol, cheating (no cheating in this part but let’s put it here just in case). Let me know if I miss anything.

Word count: 6.3k

a/n: Sorry for keeping y'all waiting! But I'd say this is one of the longest and the most difficult parts that I've ever written so it took me such a long time to put everything down. Again, a big thank you to my friend who spends so much time discussing the plot with me and proofreading everything. And a special thanks to @theperfectlovestory for brainstorming with me! Bold and italic fonts indicate flashback. As usual, good reading and I do recommend reading this part with the song! :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Previously on: Wanda is marrying Vision and today is her wedding day. However, one moment you are dancing with her at the party, the next you find yourself traveled back in time to 2018, the day when Wanda started dating Vision. Based on what you have known about the past, you bought the right present for Wanda and are planning to confess your feeling to her at tonight's party. However, just when you are giving the necklace to her, Jessie swaps it with a vibrator and Wanda is gone.

Part 3 - How Did I Fall In Love With You

Wanda is gone.

You peer around the room, looking for the familiar head of brunette locks in the crowd of people.

But she is nowhere to be found.

You make a grab for the necklace in Jessie’s hands before pushing your way through the crowd, ignoring the mocking and taunting around you. Jessie probably says something behind you but you just do not give a shit.

You have to find Wanda.

Panic mounts with every step you take. You can literally feel your heart go cold with dread, and the icy coldness surge through your hands and feet as time passes by. You are desperately searching for Wanda until a familiar voice calls your name from behind－

“Y/N!”

You turn around in an instant to see Natasha storming towards you. “Y/N! What the fuc－”

“Nat! Where is Wanda?” You splutter as you grasp Natasha by the wrist and interrupt her, “have you seen her? She was there! She-Wanda was right behind me! But I can’t…have you seen her?”

“No,” Natasha shakes her head as she speaks, “what happened? Isn’t it supposed to be a necklace?”

“Yes! It’s supposed to be a necklace! I swear the vibrator, it’s-that’s not what I’ve planned. But I-I needa find Wanda first before Vision does or everything will be in vain.”

“Vision? What are you talking about? What’s Vision doing with this?” Natasha looks at you with a puzzled frown on her face.

“I-he’s-it’s complicated,” you stumble with your words before going on, “but I needa find Wanda. I just-I can’t let her slip away again, please.”

Natasha’s eyes linger on your face as though she is trying to read what is on your mind right now. “Okay,” Natasha finally breaks the silence and lets out a deep breath, “but you’d better explain everything to me. I’ll call you if I find Wanda.”

“Thanks Nat.” You flee from the dance floor the next moment.

You have been searching high and low for Wanda around the house, bursting into every single room which is not locked.

But still, no luck in finding Wanda.

You text Natasha before leaving Tony’s house, trying to come up with places that Wanda may go to. The clamor of the party muffled as you walk down the road, the residential neighbor laying silent and deserted. Glancing down at your phone, you realize it is already about a quarter till twelve.

Where could Wanda be?

You have to find her.

You need to apologize for everything. And most importantly, you have to tell her you love her.

You are searching blindly around the streets when you feel a few spots of rain falling on your face.

“Really?” You look up at the sky and groan frustratedly.

Of course, it has to start raining when you are out.

You quicken your pace as the rain continues to fall. It is not heavy but is still enough to get you drenched to the skin as you keep walking through the drizzle.

Where could Wanda be?

She definitely does not have an umbrella with her.

You catch a glimpse at your phone while you are walking back to your dormitory, in hopes of finding Wanda back in her room.

It is already a minute before midnight.

Where could Wanda possibly be?

You are about to cross the road when your feet stop you from taking another step. Your breath hitch as a stab of pain goes through your chest. There are two figures standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the light.

You cannot tell if she is crying or not from a distance, barely able to hear anything else above the clamour of the rain. But you guess it is more than enough to see her leaning her head against his shoulder, his hand stroking her head gently.

They look like the main characters on stage, shining and shimmering under the spotlight.

You are too late.

You are always too late.

Something runs down your cheeks yet you cannot tell whether they are the raindrops or the tears.

It doesn't matter anyway.

You think you catch a vague hue of red mist right before everything goes dark in the next second.

You break from your trance, finding yourself staring into space in Tony’s backyard, a half empty glass of whiskey in your hand.

“Maybe I should stop drinking…” You look down at the glass in your hand, musing on what you have just dreamed about.

That was indeed a hell of a dream.

You take a few more deep breaths before pushing open the door and maneuvering your way through the crowd to join your friends at the bar.

But maybe it was not that bad after all. At least you had the chance to dance with Wanda once more.

The lady in red.

“Speaking of which,” you rest your elbow against the bar, glancing over the crowd of people who are still dancing on the dance floor, searching for the familiar head of brunette locks out of instinct, “where's Wanda?”

And the air freezes rudely in the air. Everyone turns their head and stares at you with a look of surprise and incredulity.

You frown feeling the abrupt change in the atmosphere. You remain silent for a few seconds until you cannot stand the tension anymore and ask with uncertainty, “wh-what is it?”

“Funny Y/N. Very funny.” Tony mocks with a sarcastic tone.

“Tony, don’t.” Steve narrows his eyes and shoots Tony a warning glare.

“Alright. Zip.” Tony shrugs, making a zip gesture over his mouth while raising one of his eyebrows.

Did you say anything wrong?

You are pondering over your own words when Natasha jabs you with her elbow and pulls you into the dark corner.

“What are you doing? Why are you bringing up Wanda all of a sudden?” You are taken aback by the solemn expression on Natasha’s face.

She seldom looks so serious while chatting with you.

“I-I don’t get it, Nat. Why can’t I?” You reply genuinely, “I mean it’s her party. I’m just wondering where she’s been. That’s all.”

“Are you okay Y/N?” There is a worried expression on Natasha’s face, “it’s Tony’s party today. Pepper and his anniversary－”

“What?” You cut Natasha off and snort with laughter.

“－and you know Wanda is in LA.”

“LA? She just had her wedding today. Right here. What the hell are you talking about?”

“Y/N…Wanda was married a year ago.” Natasha looks into your eyes and states in deadly earnest.

You think your mind is blank for a split second.

“Okay whoa! Nice job! You had me in like one second,” you try to laugh it off, ignoring the twist in your stomach. “Ta-da! The Oscar goes to Natasha Romanoff!”

Natasha does not say anything. Instead, she pulls out her phone from the pocket and scrolls through the album before showing it to you.

It is a photo taken at a wedding ceremony. Wanda and Vision’s wedding ceremony.

Wanda is in a traditional wedding gown.

And the date above the photo was 2023.

“What the fuck…” You mumble to yourself, scrolling through the album and you see all those familiar faces taking pictures with the bride and the broom.

Everyone except you.

“Where-why didn’t I-where was I?”

“Are you okay Y/N?” Natasha casts a speculative look at you and asks tentatively, “you haven’t talked to Wanda in years.”

“What do you mean I haven’t talked to Wanda in years?” You somehow have a sense of foreboding that whatever Natasha is going to say would be bad.

So bad.

“Do you remember the party? The one that you asked Wanda to go with you?”

The memory hits you like a freight train.

“I mean will you go with me?”

“Well…I mean I’m only saying yes cause we’re planning to go together anyway.”

“It’s a date then!”

How could you not remember it?

You literally just asked Wanda to go to the party with you moments ago.

Is Natasha saying everything you dreamed is real?

You feel your heartbeat quicken as Natasha continues to speak, “Wanda moved to LA after graduation. You two haven’t really talked much since then. Do you remember any of that?”

You cannot remember how you got back to your apartment.

You sit on the floor, your head leaning against the edge of the couch. The floor is freezing cold at night but you do not really care.

You scroll through the photos in your phone.

You remember taking some of them in the past, but have completely no idea when and where the rest were taken.

You are smiling in each and every photo. But it just does not feel right.

Wanda used to be the reason why you smile and laugh so hard. But she is gone for good now.

Gone in every single picture.

Incessantly, you scroll through the album until you find the last photo you took with Wanda.

In 2019.

You remember taking this photo at the graduation party. You were wrapping your arms over both Natasha’s and Wanda’s shoulders, the three of you laughing so hard at one of Natasha’s dumb jokes when the photographer pressed the shutter.

But now it seems slightly different from the one you remember.

There Wanda is, standing right in the middle and Vision is snaking an arm around her waist. And yet there you are at the far end of the photo.

Away and distant.

Apart from this photo, there is nothing left between Wanda and you ever since.

Not a photo.

Not even a message.

You miss the past. You miss her.

Even though she was dating Vision back then, she would still talk with you on the phone overnight. You knew anything and everything about her and you were always the one she would go and talk to if anything ever happened.

You were part of her life. Not a random nobody who does not even exist in each other’s life at all.

But now all those memories are just blank…vanish into thin air. Nothing is left between Wanda and you.

What have you done?

You had a second chance to do it all over again and yet you still missed your chance with Wanda.

And even make things worse.

What if…

No. There is no what if… anymore.

Maybe it is destined. Maybe you are never meant for Wanda.

You are insufferably hopeless.

You smile weakly when you think of Wanda with your eyes closed, resting your head against the couch.

The way the flush crept over Wanda’s face and the way she bit on her lower lips when you invited her to go to the party with you.

The way Wanda’s eyelids fluttered when you were applying the lipstick on her lips.

The way Wanda twirled in your arms, dancing to the rhythm of the music.

You miss her.

Is everything alright with her?

Is she living a happy life?

Is she happy without you?

Does she miss you the same way as you do?

You guess you will never know the answers to these questions.

Something warm trickles down your cheek into your mouth.

It is salty.

Standing at the entrance of the library, you sighed in exasperation at the gloomy sky.

You were going to have your midterm examination in 20 minutes, and you were wearing a white T-shirt.

Without an umbrella.

Perfect.

You waited for another five minutes, but the rain did not look like it was going to stop anytime soon. Sighing again, you covered your head with your bag and dashed out into the rain in hopes of arriving at the lecture hall as fast as you could.

You shivered with cold when the raindrops lashed at your skin. But you could not feel anything after taking a few more steps.

Frowning in confusion, you looked up and found an umbrella holding over your head. It was a small folding one, barely able to cover one’s body in such heavy rain.

“I think you could use this.”

You turned around to the voice.

The girl was smiling softly at you. Half of her body was already drenched as she was sharing her umbrella with you.

She was pretty. That was the first thought that came to your mind.

But it was really those eyes which caught your attention. That pair of emerald eyes…they were so clear, so limpid, that you could not stop yourself from looking at them.

“Where are you going?” She tilted her head a bit and asked you.

You noticed there was a slight accent in her voice.

“I-um-I’m going to the School of Arts.” You stammered.

Maintain your composure. You whispered to yourself inwardly.

“Sure,” she smiled and tilted her head to the direction, and you followed her lead immediately.

“By the way, I’m Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for your help Wanda.”

Wanda turned her face to you and smiled warmly. “No problem.”

You thought the rain just grew on you.

You wake up with a terrible hangover.

You press your palm against your temple to relieve the dull throbbing ache as you reach for your phone on the nightstand.

Why would you dream about the first day you met Wanda all of a sudden?

Your brain is still foggy, still mostly asleep as you squint at the screen through your almost closed eyes. You are wondering if you should bunk off work today as something catches your attention.

24th, May.

Wait…

Isn’t it October now?

It takes you a few seconds to put the pieces together.

“Oh my God…” You speak in a low mumble to yourself while unlocking it with your usual password and your fingers tremble slightly while opening the calendar.

It is until now you take a good look at the phone in your hand.

An iPhone X.

And it is 24th, May, 2019.

Did you just travel back in time?

Again?

“Are you ready for tonight?”

A familiar voice from across the room interrupts your reverie, startling you and making you drop the phone on your face.“Ouch! Jesus!” You turn around to look at the person speaking instinctively, but find yourself rendered speechless when you take in the surroundings.

You are in your dormitory.

Again.

Well it is not that surprising when compared to last time. But still…

“Y/N?”

“Yea! I-I yes right, yea,” you pause for an instant before continuing, “where are we going anyway?” You put on an embarrassing smile and reciprocate Natasha’s arched brows.

Natasha looks you up and down as you sit up against the headboard. “You remember we’re going to the party tonight right?”

And everything comes to you.

It has to be the graduation party. The last time that Wanda and you ever exist in each other’s life.

“Oh yes, th-the party,” you muse before lying on your back and covering your head with the blanket, “I think I’m gonna pass.”

“What are you talking about? It’s the graduation party! And it’s the last chance you get to talk to Wanda before she leaves!” Natasha sits on the edge of your bed, patting on your shoulder through the blanket gently as she speaks.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing’s gonna change even if I go. She’s still marrying Vision in the end,” you murmur under your breath but you are sure Natasha has heard you.

Yet Natasha does not say anything in return. There is a long silence before the weight on the side of your bed disappears.

You are about to sigh in relief when Natasha’s voice ripples the silence, “Y/N, do you happen to know something about the future?”

You can feel your body literally tense at Natasha’s words.

What does Natasha mean?

Your mind is in a whirl as you search frantically for something to say.

Natasha would not know you have traveled back in time, right?

You chuckle dryly as you push yourself up and rest on your elbow, “that…would be crazy! Where does that even come fr－”

“Last time you bought the right necklace for Wanda without knowing she liked it in advance. And then there’s the thing with Vision…How did you know Vision’s gonna find Wanda and they're gonna get married?”

You look up to find Natasha already scrutinizing your face, her brows raised in a silent question. Your mouth opens and shuts for several times until you hear Natasha saying－

“It’s just me.”

These three words somehow sooth you like magic.

“Do you believe in time-travelling?” You ask hesitantly.

“I believe in you.”

“…So this is actually my second time to－um－well…travel back in time.” You take a deep breath and hold it while Natasha is clearly musing on your words.

You keep smoothing the pajama bottoms over your lap as Natasha remains silent. After waiting for several more seconds, you ask uncertainly, “um, you’re not thinking I’m crazy, are you?”

“No, I’m just trying to organize everything. So you’re basically saying－”

“You believe it?” You gasp in amazement and stare at Natasha in wide eyes.

“Well, it does sound a bit crazy but as I’ve said－I believe in you. You wouldn’t joke about such a thing, especially when it comes to Wanda,” Natasha meets your eyes while squeezing your hand gently, “I’m sorry you had to go through everything alone. It must be hard.”

“Natty…” You cannot help but to surge forward and hold Natasha tightly in your arms, leaning your head on her shoulder.

Why are you so dumb to hide everything from Natasha in the first place?

“I’m here for you this time. I’ve got you.” Natasha pats gently on your hair and when you finally pull away, she beams a warm smile at you before she continues, “so you’re saying, Wanda is marrying Vision in 2024 and somehow you have a chance to travel back to 2018. But then you－I mean Jessie screwed everything up and when you went back to 2024, everything had changed.”

“Except for the part that Wanda is still married to Vision,” you nod dejectedly, “just a year earlier.”

“So what do you think?”

“Of what?” You frown in confusion, trying to decipher what Natasha is referring to.

“Wanda of course.” Natasha rolls her eyes a bit like you have just asked the silliest question on earth.

You sigh deeply. “It doesn’t matter anymore. She has made her choice and there’s nothing－”

“What do you think of Wanda now?”

“…I-I love her.” You falter as you look down at your lap, trying to focus your attention anywhere other than on Natasha’s eyes as they seem to bore into you.

“That’s everything that matters.” Natasha springs from your bed and gives you a hard slap on your shoulder. “Now c’mon!”

“Wh-what?”

Natasha flashes a smile at you. As confident as she always is.

“We have work to do.”

You are sipping the wine absently when your eyes catch sight of Wanda walking into the party with her arms wrapped under Vision’s.

You can literally feel your heart flutter and your brain buzz as you are overwhelmed by so many feelings at the same time.

Wanda has dyed her hair into a dirty blonde.

You have actually never seen Wanda with such a hair color before. She was always a brunette when you were in college, and she had her hair dyed red since you started working.

It looks new on her.

It looks new to you.

And you cannot simply put it into words how much you miss Wanda.

Well, literally you have just met Wanda yesterday but given everything that happened? It feels like ages since you last saw her at the party.

In 2018.

And yet it hurts so much at the same time to see Wanda intertwining her fingers with Vision. You have seen it for God knows how many times before and you thought you have already got used to it.

But the pain, it is always there.

Especially when you know the person standing next to Wanda now could have been you.

What if…

You are drowning in your thoughts when you meet Wanda’s gaze in the air. You catch her coming to an abrupt halt when her gaze locks with yours.

What should you do－

Should you just smile?

Or nod or maybe wave at her?

Or-or should you just come up to her?

You are still pondering over your options when your body moves one step faster than your brain. You have already taken a step forward towards Wanda when she averts her eyes from your face, leaning closer to Vision and whispering something in his ears.

Awkwardly looking away, you down the drink in your hand.

Is everything going to work out as you have planned?

You really doubt that.

Worriedly sitting on your bed, you tap your foot against the floor nervously while looking down at the script you have spent the whole afternoon working on.

Until a notification pops up on the screen of your phone－

“She’s on her way now.”

You jump up from your bed and keep pacing the floor, locking your gaze on the door.

Wanda could walk through that door in any minute.

How would Wanda react if she finds out Natasha tricked her to your room by saying she had a stomach ache and needed Wanda to get the medication for her?

Your heart almost leaps into your throat when the door swings open all of a sudden.

And there Wanda is, freezing at the doorway and widening her eyes the moment she sees you standing inside the room.

“…H-hi Wanda!” You are barely able to stammer out the greeting to break the tension.

Your hands are so sweaty that it can almost dampen the paper in your hand－

Wait…a paper?

You swear you could have died of embarrassment when you realize you have been holding the note in your hand this whole time. Awkwardly, you hide it behind your back.

Wanda would not have noticed what was in your hand, would she?

You think you catch a glimmer of panic flash through Wanda’s eyes, even if only for a second, when you greet her. “What,” Wanda clears her throat dryly before continuing, “what’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the part－Wait…does Natasha know you’re here?”

You scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably as Wanda casts a speculative look at you.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe she’s doing this with you!” Wanda rolls her eyes and groans agitatedly, “I’m done!”

“No please Wanda!” You grasp Wanda by the wrist as she turns around and walks to the door, “can we please talk?”

“No! This is ridiculous!” Wanda tears away from your grip as she growls at you with barely controlled fury.

You look pleadingly at her, “Wanda－”

“Don’t!” Wanda pokes you on your shoulder while she is glaring at you.

You are just trying to open your mouth when you hear the sound of a key turning in the knob from across the door.

And both of you frown in confusion at each other.

“What the fuck?” Wanda tries to twist the knob but the door just will not open.

The door is fucking locked.

“I’m sorry but you two have to sort this shit out first.” You hear Natasha’s muffled voice coming through the door the next moment.

“No Nat! We didn’t talk about this! You can’t just lock us in here!” You pound on the door nervously as you speak.

Natasha chuckles at your words, “well yes I can. Actually I have just done that.”

“What the fuck Natasha Romanoff? Open this goddamn door and let me out at once!” Wanda demands as she twists the knob frantically.

“You’ll thank me later Wanda!”

You hear footsteps walking down the hall and nothing else comes through the door again no matter how hard Wanda and you try pounding and shouting.

You cast a sidelong glance at Wanda and you cannot help but shudder at her stares.

Oh boy, you swear if looks could kill you would be six feet under and rolling in your grave now.

Wanda is folding her arms, shooting deadly glares at you. “I can’t believe the two of you lock me in here during my graduation party!”

You make a clumsy attempt to apologize, “I-I didn’t mean to do this, I just want to apo－”

“No! You don’t get to do this! You can’t-you can’t just leave me there, alone, without saying anything and suddenly waltz in and expect me to say everything is fine!” Wanda’s chest is heaving as she cuts you halfway through your sentence, tears shimmering in her eyes, “this isn’t fair!”

You have actually never seen Wanda that mad with anyone else since you have known her.

What have you been doing this whole time to make her this upset?

Or, maybe it should be what you have not done.

Your heart shattered into pieces knowing you are the one who breaks her heart.

“I-it’s-I can explain Wanda, it’s not what you think.” You try to take a step closer to Wanda and yet she draws back at once.

Still folding her arms, Wanda raises her brows as she gives you a challenging look. “Yea? Well, enlighten me.”

“I-I’m just trying to find the right timing to explain everything to you.” You let out a resigned sigh and stop right where you are standing, not wanting to push Wanda any further.

“You have a year to do so! And yet you choose to lock me here on the day of my graduation party!” Wanda scoffs, “perfect timing.”

“I’m sorry...”

Those are the only three words you manage to stutter out in the end. None of the words you have prepared could come out properly as you have planned.

You crumple the paper up behind your back as your gaze drifts down onto your toes, not having the nerve to look into Wanda’s eyes.

Both of you remain silent until Wanda’s voice penetrates the awkward silence.

“What’s that?”

You look up and follow Wanda’s gaze, finally realize it is the mirror ball hanging in the middle of the room that she is talking about.

“I-um, Natasha and I decorated the room together. I thought this…well you’ll...” You babble while scratching your toes against the shoes, shifting your weight uncomfortably.

Wanda finally looks around the room for the first time ever since she has stepped inside the room.

That night means a lot to you.

It was the night you realized you were in love with Wanda.

You have never felt this way before. The stirring warmth flowed through you as you watched Wanda laughing widely, swirling carefreely in your arms.

Wanda means a lot to you.

You are not sure if that night means as much as it does to you to Wanda, yet this is the best you could come up with within one day.

“Is it－” Wanda walks slowly to the light switch and turns off the light with a click.

Both of you look up instinctively to see the curtain string lights draping from the ceiling, glistening under the mirror ball. One side of the walls is covered by blue and silver metallic streamers, blending in with the color of the balloons in your room.

“It’s the same…” You hear Wanda murmur under her breath.

So Wanda does remember.

There is something glistening in Wanda’s eyes. Something you cannot quite tell what it is.

Taking up your courage in both hands, you walk your way closer to Wanda.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I know it’s inexcusable but I just want you to know I never meant to hurt you. I never would.” You pause for a while as you look into Wanda’s eyes, watching her face intently as you continue to speak, “and I’m sorry for running away, for being a coward.”

“There is something I wanted to do last time but I couldn't get it done. So I’m wondering if you could…?”

You hold your breath as you wait for Wanda’s response.

It feels like ages have passed until you see Wanda shaking her head with a wry smile and hear her saying－

“Where’s the music?”

The exact same words as you remember.

You are not the only one who remembers.

“So, Wanda Maximoff,” you can not help your face from breaking into a wide smile as you hold your hand for Wanda, “shall we?”

Wanda takes your hand and squeezes it hard, “just so you know, I’m not done with you yet.”

Wanda being not done with you is all you have ever wanted.

Just as you are reaching out to put your other hand on the small of Wanda’s back, you suddenly realize you are still holding that screwed up piece of paper in your palm.

“Uh, I-I’m just gonna－” Awkwardly you withdraw your hand and try to hide it behind your back.

“What’s that?” Wanda stands staring with open curiosity.

“It’s nothi－Hey!” You are walking to the bin when Wanda jerks the note away from you. “Wanda! Give it back to me!”

Wanda dodges as you try to make a grab for the note from the side.

“Oh my God, you’re really such a grandma! Who would have said something like that when they’re trying to apologize?” Wanda clears her throat and ape the way you speak, “Wanda, I know I should have－”

“No no no no! Please don’t say them out loud!” You can literally feel your cheeks burning as you try to cover Wanda’s mouth with your palm and to pluck the paper from her grasp.

“I’m keeping this so I can rub it in your face till the day you die.” Wanda flutters the paper in her hand as she grins gloatingly at you.

“No you can’t－”

You know you are doomed the moment Wanda quirks an eyebrow at you and smirks slightly.

“Whatever you say, my lady.” You sigh playing the music through the speaker as Wanda puts your script in her clutch bag.

Wanda smiles softly as you hold your hand once again for her. Gently taking her hand, you twirl her into your arms.

You sway slowly with the music as Wanda rests her other hand on your shoulder, your bodies pressing against each other. Her face is only an inch away from yours. You can feel her breath breezing over your face, sending a shiver down your spine.

You miss Wanda so much.

You have travelled back in time to bring Wanda back into your life.

And here you are, with Wanda in your arms again.

What else could you possibly ask for?

You cannot help but giggle softly when you lead Wanda into a turn, her other hand resting on your chest when she comes back to you.

“What’s so funny?” Wanda tilts her head to one side as she scrunches her nose, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

“It’s nothing.” Your mouth curves into a small smile.

“Tell me Y/N.”

You lean closer to Wanda, your cheeks brushing lightly against each other. “I’m thinking about our playlist. We can listen to them as we grow old together.”

“And we’ll have a big house as well as a dog and a cat,” Wanda murmurs in your ear.

You give a chuckle of amusement at the memory. “Let’s call the dog Kitty and name the cat Goose.”

Wanda pauses for a while.

Just when you think Wanda has forgotten the rest of the conversation, you hear her voice whispering ever so softly in your ear, “will you still make me coffee every morning as we watch them play together?”

You tighten your grip on Wanda’s waist gently, pulling her closer to you.

“You remember.”

Wanda speaks in an almost inaudible whisper, “so do you.”

The two of you lean closer to each other. It’s more like swaying instead of dancing.

Slowly and tentatively, Wanda lets go of your hand. Both of her hands curl behind the back of your neck as she nuzzles her head on your neck.

You feel Wanda tightens her hug, one of her hands grazing the side of your neck as she mumbles, “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I missed you.” Wanda’s warm breath tickles on your neck, sending a shiver through your body.

You pull away slightly and look into Wanda’s eyes. “I missed you too,” you raise your hand to cup her face, your thumb stroking her cheek gently as you speak, “I’m here now and I’m not leaving you again.”

The music fades but neither of you pull away. You simply stand in the middle of the room, locking your gaze at each other.

All you want is to hold Wanda like this in your arms forever.

It is after a while it finally comes to you that you have something else to do.

“Wait a second. I’ve got something for you.”

You walk to the desk and pull open the drawer, taking the velvet box with you before sidling up to Wanda.

You hear Wanda’s breath hitch as she looks down at the item in your hand. “Oh my God…you still have it with you?”

“I-I don’t know if you still want it or not but I’ve always wanted to give it to you,” you open the velvet box as you continue, “but of course I’d understand if you don’t feel like－”

“Who said I don’t want it?” Wanda bites on her lips embarrassingly when she finds herself a bit too eager to cut you off halfway through the sentence.

“Yes of course I understand that you don’t－” You pause for a while, pondering over her words, “wait, did you just say you want it?”

“I don’t think that’s the exact wording but yes.” Wanda smiles shyly, a pink flush spread over her cheeks.

You give a gasp of relief as happiness bubbles up inside of you.

“Wanda, this necklace, I should have given it to you that night but…” You nibble on your bottom lip before you continue, “I know things have changed since then but I hope you’ll still like it as your graduation present.”

Wanda looks up from the necklace to meet your gaze before nodding her head slightly, her lips curving in a shy smile.

You take a step closer to Wanda.

And she does not draw back this time.

“I can’t believe it has already been four years since we first met. It feels like yesterday to me and yet we’ve shared so many moments together.

I love the way you offered your umbrella to me even though half of your body was already drenched.

I love the way you laugh so hard at my lame and cheesy jokes even though nobody else is laughing.

I love the way you stay up late just to listen to my grumbling even though you’re already dozing off.”

You notice Wanda draws her lower lip between her teeth while listening to you. Her eyes are brimming with tears as she shifts the gaze away from your face and looks down at the necklace.

“All of these small and trivial moments make me smile whenever I’m thinking about them. So thank you for being there for me no matter what happens.

Thank you for making me smile on my bad days.

And thank you for teaching me how to care about others, and how to love.”

Wanda tries to bite her lip to hold the tear at bay, and yet there is still a drop of tear running down her face when you finish the last sentence.

You pause for a brief moment before taking the necklace out from the box and unclasp it. “May I…?”

Wanda finally looks up to meet your gaze again, her eyes are glistening with tears. Slowly turning around, she lifts her hair to give you a better access to her neck.

You put the necklace on Wanda’s neck delicately, your fingers brushing over her skin tenderly as you clasp it around her neck. “There you go.”

“I thought I’d never see it again.” Wanda chuckles softly as her fingers brush over the pendant, tears streaming down her face as she blinks.

“Happy graduation, Wanda.”

“Thank you.” Wanda murmurs softly under her breath, her voice barely audible.

“I know it’ll look good on you.” Heat creeps over your face as Wanda looks up from the necklace and meets your gaze.

“Y/N, I-I…”

Wanda looks like she is coming up with something to say, so you smile encouragingly at her.

It is when you hear the sound of a key turning in the knob from across the door, but neither of you shift your gaze from each other this time.

“Wanda, what were you saying?”

“I-it’s nothing,” Wanda lets out a weak chuckle, “God, I must look awful now.”

You walk close to Wanda, your hands cupping her cheeks while stroking away the tears gently on her face.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

Everything feels like how it used to be.

And how it should be.

You go back to the party with Wanda and Natasha, the three of you laughing heartily along the way.

“I’ll go talk to Carol. Enjoy the night dear.” Natasha excuses herself soon after you arrive at the party and gives you a conspiratorial wink.

You can literally feel your cheeks flush red as you mouth a “thank you” at her.

Staying in the corner with Wanda, you talk about anything and everything, trying to fill in the gap of this blank year for each other.

You are laughing widely when a shrill voice interrupts the conversation－

“So－are you two getting back together?”

You know this voice all too well.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to flip under the irritation, you turn around and glare at the person standing right in front of you－

It is Jessie.

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pink02 · 2 years

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Saved by the Devil

Carlos Madrigal x f!reader

Genre: Angst, modern au

Trigger warning: Mention of vulgar words or curse words, Attempted su!c!de, near death experience.

w/ Comfort ending!

A/n: This was an oooolldd story of mine that I found while I was scrolling through my notes in my phone. So shocked that I still had this, I thought of why not just make this into an encanto fic since y'know... I don't get much of the dynamic of making characters. So yeahh.....

If you're not comfortable in reading about su!c!de I advise you not to read this if it's triggering. This is very triggering (maybe, but Idk).

A very short story. I tried editing it with more words to lessen the tension...

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

A girl was silently sitting on a bench waiting for the train to arrive. Wearing a simple white shirt under a dark brown cardigan and some ripped skinny jeans. It was late at night so there wasn't even that much people in the train station.

[9:47 pm]

You saw the time on your wrist watch. Sighing, you still need to wait for 13 minutes more. You clutched your hands on the strap of your backpack, stood up and looked around the station once more.

Again, not much people. Your eyes roamed, seeing only saw a homeless man puffing his cigarette by a corner, a guy with glasses and earphones busy on his phone watching who knows what, and another unknown guy that had just arrived covering his face with his dark maroon hoodie.

'Damn, only girl in this station i see.' You thought.

[9:57]

You could hear the rattles and clangs of the approaching train. Quickly, you went and stands on the platform. Inhaled deep and looked up.

"Mom... Im sorry.." you whispered to yourself.

Closing your eyes and jumped off the platform as you hear train noises coming close.

"At exact 10:00 pm July 17th xxxx...[Name] [Last name] will die... from getting hit by a train." The man in a dark green trenchcoat muttered.

"Wait- No impack?"

"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" a deep voice came booming into your ear.

For a minute you was shocked then opened your eyes. It was the guy with the hoodie. You looked at your arm and it was gripped by his hand, so strong that it kinda hurts.

"ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?! SPEAK!" he shouted again.

You looked at him eye to eye, you could see the anger tingin in his dark rich brown eyes. You stared at the dark glowing orbs out of amazement.

Your eyes roamed more and could see his curly brunette locks peeking out of his hoodie. His sun kissed complexion and angular jaw line. He was handsome if you were being honest.

"I-i..." you stuttered out.

He formally gripped on your shoulders tight and made you face him up-right.

"[Name]?" He questioned.

"Are you fucking attemptimg suicide?! In a fucking train station?!" He yelled again.

You snapped out from you deep thought and eye him the same rage he has.

"What's wrong with you?! I was about to get my ride home!" You snapped feeling pissed.

"HOME?!" he blurted.

"Yes home! That train was my ride home to hell!" You shot back.

"HELL?! THE FUC- this is unbelievable!" he cut off his own words and released you. Raising his hands up with an exasperated expression and turned around with a face.

"Now look what you have done! I have missed the train! Now i have to wait another 30 minutes!" You yelled feeling anger as the stranger disturbed you.

"Yes, [Name]... In 20 minutes the train will arrive that will be the cause of her death." The man in the trenchcoat said again.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! Using a train as your human sized iron to flatten you up?!" You scoffed and looked away.

"Language.." you muttered.

"Language my ass." He shot back and turned to you.

You shook her head and sighed.

"Next time dont meddle with others business." You turned around and gazed up to the now empty station.

"The fuck- for one girly, are you gonna fucking blame the conductor for your death? giving fault to an innocent employee for your actions?!" You scoffed again by his words.

"It wouldn't be the conductor's fault, the train would be in autopilot. It is just doing its job for arriving the the exact arriving time. The blame was only mine, it was my fault to "accidentally" fall on the tracks when the train arrived. And there aint even surveillance to prove who's fault it is." You said with a matter-of-fact tone and turned around to look at the guy again.

"Alright, I'll leave you be with your so profound job." He tucking his hands behind his head and walked off.

The trenchcoat man gave him a suspicious look and shook his head.

"Don't dare meddle with life and death, Carlos... Fate and prophecies are meant to be succeeded... that's how life works." The man said hushed his words by the last part.

"I wont." the younger boy said waving his hand and left within the darkness of the night.

"Dont go..." He said and pulled you into a tight hug.

Taglist: @eventides-child-in-the-tardis @sunnth @dai-tsukki-desu

A/n: Idk why I wrote this tbh but I'm completely fine... this is just a sprout of idea that I made into a story.I made this like... 2-3 years agoo soo... this is so old and I just made it into an encanto fic...

#encanto #disney encanto #carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos my beloved #carlos #encanto disney #encanto angst #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #fanfic angst

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melo-yello · 3 years

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📚School Struggles📚 w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku💥🪨 HeadCanons

Pairings: KiriBaku X Black!Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader falls behind in course work, and won’t tell anybody. But Kirishima and Bakugou find out.

A/n: I’m an adult who went most of my life with undiagnosed learning disabilities so this would just be comforting to me. Lil angst! Lots of fluff. Implied ADHD and Dyslexia.

📕🖊 First tests are handed back in four of your eight classes.You’ve failed all but one which you barely passed. You are asked stay back as yet another professor suggests you find a tutor

📕🖊You’re lowkey offended. You’ve never needed a tutor before. Up until recently your performance in other areas compensated for your less than stellar academics. You were in gifted courses all your life. You would just hafta try harder

📕🖊 Kiri and Baku are saving a spot in line for you by the time you meet them at the cafe when you shove the thoughts of failure out of your brain and perk up to your usual self

📕🖊 Kiri’s face lights up as soon as he spots you. “Over here, Babe!” He beams flagging you down. Like it was hard to make out the giant red head in a crowd. Especially with the large lean, continuously pissed blonde scowling at everyone right by his side.

📕🖊 “Hey,Dumbass.” Baku smiles slightly and pulls a hand from his pocket to offer you a hug and a kiss on the temple

📕🖊 Kiri pulls you by your waist into his torso kissing your forehead “What took you so long?” He asks letting you free from the vice grip he had on your curvy hips

📕🖊 “I got a lil turned around again.” You lie pulling Bakugou’s free hand into yours then lean into his shoulder. There’s something very comforting about how warm he is all the time. You wanted to snuggle into his back but PDA really isn’t his thing and you are already pushing it

📕🖊 “It’s a big campus, Teddy, you just have to get used to it. You just transferred. Me and Eiji can take turns walking you from class to class until you get the hang of it, you know?” Baku says trying to read your eyes. He could just feel something is off. Your box braids and the angle itself saves you from any further scrutiny.

📕🖊“You guys, gotta be pretty sprung to do that for me, ya know.” You quip smirking up at him then over to Kiri. “Fuck you too, Teddy Bear.” Baku huffs smirking *maybe he was wrong, unlikely* “Yea basically, Pebs. Liking who you date is super manly.” Kirishima laughs grabbing his tray.

📕🖊 You three finally sit in a small wrap around booth. Bakugou taking the middle spot today. You do your best to not zone out and hyper fixate on your test scores by making sure to laugh at Kiri’s jokes and nod along with Baku’s venting

📕🖊 You slide your fork in and out of your picked over food as you strategize how to fix your current problem without alerting your boyfriends. Before you knew it your table is quiet with two crimson gazes fixed on you

📕🖊 “You’re quiet today, L/n.” Bakugou says fixing you with a deeply fierce gaze which was his way of looking concerned. Sharpness of your actual name drew you from your thoughts in a instant. “Hmmm I think Kats has a point, L/n Y/n.” Kirishima says in between slurps of his smoothie. His red eyes practically dripping with curious concern

📕🖊 You make a quick split decision between the truth and charm. “Wow, my government. I must be in real big trouble.” You pout trying to flirt your way out of a more serious conversation. You poke out your plush bottom at Kiri while slipping a hand onto Baku’s inner thigh and gently squeezing before hitting him with the same seductive pout

📕🖊 Big Mistake!😳 Bakugou’s vermillion eyes widen before becoming instantly stern as he grips your wrist tight enough to hurt. “The fuck are you doing?!! I was being serious, Y/n! And in public?!! You’re fucking priceless!” The ash blonde hisses with angry pink cheeks. Guilt washes over you when you snatch your wrist back. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to...talk about it.” You mumble. “Then use your fucking words!” 😤 Bakugou kisses his teeth and stands so Kiri lets him out. “He’s just a little embarrassed, Pebble. I needa talk him down. You can find your next class right?” He sighs watching Baku storm out

📕🖊 “Yea. I’m sorry. Tell him, Kiri. Please.” You squeak sheepishly grabbing your stuff. “He knows but I will. He’s mad about other stuff.” He nods following after Bakugou

📕🖊 It’s intimidating to compete with their history at times. You couldn’t bring yourself to just dump all your issues on them

📕🖊 You’ve only been dating since summer and Kiri and Baku have been dating since their senior year in high school year. You guys are starting your junior year and are still learning each other.

📕🖊 You get lost a couple times before finding the right building. The noise in your head going nearly at light speed to wrap all the problems you’re having. The professor passes the test you’d spent majority of last night and early morning studying for. You felt confident until it was in your hands.

📕🖊 You chew the pen top trying to finish up the last 7 short answer questions when then alarm for 5 minutes left is given. You panic not even having started the true false section on the last page. You scribble down answers just as time up is announced across the classroom

📕🖊 Defeat washes over while you shuffle out the door. You reach in your pocket to dig out the card for Student Accomidation Services your World Civ professor gave you. Maybe this was something simple as a “processing problem” as she had explained when you visited her during office hours

📕🖊 A throat clearing pulls you from your thoughts. You jump stuffing both hands into your jeans card and all. Bakugou stood unreadable propped up on a wall only a few steps away from you. “Eiji, thinks we need to talk about the cafe. Plus he doesn’t get out of lab til 3:45, so you’re kinda stuck with me.” Bakugou mumbles offering his palm as an olive branch.

📕🖊 “He’s probably right. I don’t mind just you, Tuff Guy. I really am sorry though, Katsuki.” You sigh interlocking your fingers with his. “I know, Teddy. I wasn’t really mad about that anyways.” Baku concedes as you two stroll down the hall. “I didn’t hurt your wrist earlier, did I?” Baku asks softly opening the door and meeting your eyes with gentle concern. “Nah, You didn’t, King Explosion Murder.” You laugh giving his hand a firm squeeze before kissing it

📕🖊 The walk to your dorm is quiet and peaceful. He lets you settle your school bag before speaking again “I just feel like you’re still trying to hide parts of yourself from us, especially me,” He says looking into your eyes now, “Like you’ve been pulling back. Eijirou thinks I’m looking too deep, but I doubt it. I know I can be a little rough and mean sometimes...well a lot of the times. I’m not easy to get along with. But you know you can talk to us when you’re upset or if something bothering you... if I’m bothering you. I don’t like you feeling like you have to pretend to be ok if you’re not.” Baku finishes crossing his arms tightly across your chest.

📕🖊 You dig your nails into your palms mercilessly. You open your mouth to reply and reassure him but the words won’t come. Baku notices what you’re doing to your hands and steps closer to take them into his. He rubs slow circles into the backs of them. Hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to find your voice. “Kats, I’m...I didn’t me...I...Of course you’re not what’s bothering me.” you croak out just as tears roll down your face and Baku pulls you to his chest.

📕🖊 Your breathing hitches and you just let yourself be disappointed, confused, frustrated, and upset about the last month and a half of struggling and wondering why you couldn’t tell anybody and why no one was even noticing. But He did. Baku had noticed. He rocks gently as you tremble in his arms rubbing firm circles in your lower back.

📕🖊 You two stay like that for what seems forever. Once your breathing evens out Baku’s hold relaxes. He kisses both your temples.You reluctantly let go , so you can pull wrinkled failing test pages from your backpack. “Please don’t laugh at me, Suki.” You peep placing the cause of your meltdown in his hands not attempting to have your puffy eyes met his red ones. Lifting your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. “Come on, Teddy Bear. I wouldn’t dare.” He nods with the most serious face

📕🖊 Bakugou is quiet for a while as he leafs through the exam papers. “Why didn’t finish any of them?” He asks “Time. I’m a slow reader.” You mutter back. “I’ve seen you doing homework for two of these courses and passing those, what’s happening?” Baku says staring in disbelief at the scores at the top of each exam.

📕🖊 You swallow the lingering fear of judgement. You place a hand at your temple to remind yourself of Baku’s earlier tenderness. “I get anxious. It gets so much harder to read when I’m that worked up, and I can barely focus once I start forgetting answers...I know it’s just a test. I guess...That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” You sigh shrug off your own explanation.

📕🖊 “Nope. Not dumb at all. Sounds like test anxiety to me. I struggled with that in high school . I didn’t know you were a slow reader, Teddy.” Baku says pulling your hand before you can dig your nails into it. “Yea. One of my professors thinks I have dyslexia and ADHD...but I’m not stupid sooo.” You hum rocking on your heels “That is not what either of those words mean, and I know you know that, L/n.” Bakugou growls he absolutely hates when you or Kirishima talk down on yourselves. “Yea but it feels like it though.” You sigh biting your lips

📕🖊 Before Baku can say a word, Kiri swings the door open. “Babes! Have you two hotties missed me?” The red head shouts coming through the door way smiling until he sees your puffy eyes and tense posture. “Bakugou Katsuki, I know you fucking didn’t?!!” Kiri questions suspiciously leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder and wrapping a protective hold around your waist.

📕🖊 “The Absolute fuc-” Baku’s defensive rant is cut short as you kiss the hand holding yours to quiet him as you answer Kiri “No Eiji, he didn’t. I’m flunking like half my classes.” You huff meeting his eyes with quivering lips trying your best not to cry all over again

📕🖊 Kiri is stunted into complete silence. The only thing he can think to say is an apology to his boyfriend for jumping to conclusions. Last time he checked your GPA’s a lot more impressive that his. “How the fuck is that even possible? You transferred into the honor courses.” Kiri says completely baffled moving to where he could see your face.

📕🖊 You explain to your boyfriends all the things that have been tripping you up and confusing you. You detail how hard studying has been as far as staying focused and actually understanding lengthy test questions

📕🖊 Kiri has a million questions at first but stops half way through after Baku grabs your overnight bag and leads you out the door. “You’re gonna freak her out all over again, Shitty Hair, if you keep going at her like that.” He could tell you were getting overwhelmed, and might cry again “My bad, Pebs.” Kiri says kissing your cheek as he follows behind

📕🖊 Once you get back to their apartment and Baku askes for your help making dinner. He has you read the directions and ingredients to him. You stumble through most of it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising you as soon as you finish. He has since learned you and Kiri do best when told how well you’re doing vs his typical shouting method

📕🖊 The three of you set an assessment time with the Student Disability Services on campus that doesn’t conflict with the Boys’ schedules, because they insisted that they’d both be there to support their baby and wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses for an actual reason to miss it

📕🖊 Kiri helps you make flash cards for your next test. If he remembers nothing else from Baku’s tutoring sessions the importance of repetition is drilled into him...among other things. Each time you ask him how that went he’ll just shudder. “It was the most intensely terrifying experience of my high school career, and we fought villains pretty regularly.” Kiri deadpans before grinning like the Cheshire Cat and covering his head. “You’re full of fucking shit, Shark Week! I’m the best tutor you assholes could hope for.” Baku yells pushing Kiri’s face into his pages of notes.

📕🖊 The night before your disability assessment you find yourself tossing and turning at like 4:45 in the morning. Kiri repositions pinning you in place so you face Baku’s back. You trace soft shapes into him just before he flips meeting your eyes. “Lil early isn’t it, Babygirl?” He whispers brushing away a few stray box braids covering your face. You don’t bother answering and instead offer him your palm and he takes it without hesitation interlocking your fingers with his. “Nervous?” He hums when he feels the steady trembling of your hand.

📕🖊 “Katsuki, what if there’s nothing wrong with me? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just...” you trail off not sure if you want him to hear how much this subject shakes your confidence. Bakugou moves close enough for your foreheads to touch. “If you’re just not smart? Not even possible. Whatever it is me and Kiri will help you go beyond. I know this is scary, but every first usually is.” Bakugou smiles softly

📕🖊 “Bbbbbuuut maybe I’m just du-” You attempt to argue until a sharp nip on the side of your neck where Kiri was peacefully nuzzled quiets you. “Nope. Not a chance. Pebble, don’t talk shit about my girlfriend again.” He mumbles in a gravelly half sleep voice. He settles again and snakes an arm around hips as he tugs Baku into you with the other. You open mouth your more to defend yourself but KatSuki just bops your nose as he closes his eyes, “You heard, the sexy ass red mountain. You’re fucking smart. Go back to sleep, Kay?”

📕🖊 “Kay.” You sigh digging your face into the crook of Baku’s neck. You lay there out argued but feeling overwhelming loved, so you chose to let them win the debate. The boys hardly agree on most things so they were totally probably right about this one anyways.

📕🖊 You are on a very very short list of people who Bakugou Katsuki repeats himself for. Like boy lets you “huh?” the fuck out of him. He will often cup your face or hold your hands if he needs tell you something important b/c he understands you’re a tactical learner

📕🖊 Best believe that all your future successes in classes big and small will be celebrated you getting taken out for icecream and if it’s a graded paper they’ll put on the fridge like you’re in grade school. You find it a little embarrassing but it really makes you feel like you’re making progress

📕🖊 Kiri brings your favorite snacks for study sessions so he can reward you for right answers and staying on task. You call it “childish” at first until he shrugs “Oh my bad we can try something els-” about to put them away. “Noooooo no those are my favorites.” You nearly jump over the table. Kiri has a shit eating grin the rest of the study session

📕🖊 When giving directions from the passenger seat both Kiri and Baku typically do a good job of remembering you need them to point left and right

📕🖊 If you’ve had long day in tutoring and homework and you guys are watching anime Bakugou will read the subs to you. Sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood he might even imitate a voice or two

📕🖊 Kiri would politely let you ramble about one of your niche interests and will help you get back to your point when you get lost in a tangent

📕🖊 Don’t let these two hear you call yourself “dumb” or “stupid” Kiri will just act like he can’t comprehend what you’re saying like deadass “Pebs, speak English please. Nope not catching that, Babygirl. Did you say you were a smarticle particle? An intelligent ass motherfucker?! Oh, of course you are!” While Baku is more like “Sorry what was that? I thought I heard a very accomplished and creative thinking ass bitch say something? A incredibly capable ass bitch say something?A smart ass bitch say something?” Your only response is yes and then you get a forehead kiss

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