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⋆˙⟡ ── to defy the stars.

pairings : knight!tenya i. x fem!reader

warnings : arranged marriage mentioned :0

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“Good morning, your highness.” 

The boy greeted, bowing to you in his way that you’ve grown familiar with. His eyes dared not to look into yours as his head kept low, finding his boots so very interesting.

“Arise, Tenya” You chuckled, watching as the blue haired boy rose from his curt, his dark blue eyes not daring to gaze into your own. 

It had been two years — well, 22 months, and a week, to be exact — since he was assigned to you, the next heir of the throne, the beloved princess, as your private guard. His job was simple; be with you at all times, and to protect you from any harm that comes your way. You had grown fond of him, his stiff movements, his worrisome habit, and his ever so slightly loud voice. 

He would follow you around as you took your walks by the city, greeting the citizens and haggling with the vendors, or playing with the children. It had seemed as if he was keeping a tight watch in every area you are in, his eyes would narrow if someone had gotten too close, his hands would ready themselves on the hilt of his sword if their hands went to a suspicious pocket. Slowly though, as he had spent time with you, he had grown fond of your jokes, your lighthearted jabs at him, and even your habit of purposely walking slowly towards your council meetings.

“Smile, Tenya. It does not kill you.” You say, seeing as the boy would always keep a sharp gaze to the surroundings, his mouth ever so slightly forming a frown. And he would comply, “Y-yes, your highness” and a small curve up his lips would appear. You had always admired his smile, and even complimented him many times for it, hoping that he would take it as a sign for him to start smiling more. For a small reason that — goodness, he scares the people away with that sharp gaze of his.

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The day Tenya had received the news of being chosen as the kingdom heir’s guard, he was ecstatic. He made sure to polish his sword, his armour, and even bought new shoes to be at his best. His steps were wide and confident as he made his way to the castle grounds. He memorized all the proper etiquette he had learned to greet a royalty, talk to a royalty, everything. He greeted the king and queen just fine, they smiled and approved of his bow, his replies, all were met with a knowing glance from the two, nodding to each other.

Then his eyes then laid upon you, the heir of the kingdom. Of course, the papers and people had praised you for your beauty, your elegance, and all sweet words. Yet it all came too short to even describe you. To him, you were radiant. He bowed to you that day, introducing himself, and even as you commanded him to rise, he dared not to look in your eyes, fearing he might stutter.

The days he spent with you were filled with schedules, and he would follow from behind as you attended your classes, went to walk by the city, attended your council meetings, or even ate dinner. 

Slowly, you allowed him to sit by the dinner table along with you, growing fond of his presence. “Sit with me, Tenya” You softly instructed, your hand gesturing to the seat beside you. 

So, as days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, Tenya now found himself memorizing your schedule, where he had to escort you to, what sweets you liked—wait, no, that’s not…— but oh, it is. 

Like it or not, for the last two years, Tenya continues to find himself growing in admiration towards you, and it only grows stronger each day as he watches you smile, laugh, chuckle, talk, goodness! Even the way you would slightly lose your temper in handling the council meetings looks so powerful and admirable to him. He finds himself unable to tear his gaze from you as you write your studies down to your books, his heartbeat would jolt and his chest would flourish with even a graze of your skin touching his hands, and he still couldn’t look you in the eyes without stuttering his words, and the sight of you in any dress seemed to always make his breath hitch in his throat. The way you would smile when saying his name, when you emphasize the syllables, it sends him into a spiral. This is… frustrating to him. He longed to hold you, to kiss your hand as you descended into your bedroom, to tuck your hair behind your ear, to… love you…

…He was but a knight, and you were the direct heir to the kingdom, a princess. He knew his feelings were a clap with only one hand. He is but a knight, a guard meant to watch from the sidelines, and not to interfere. For you were to find a suitor soon, and he had no chances of being one of them.

Yet he persisted, he pushed reality away, ignorance is bliss afterall. 

He would accompany you as you talked through the night at the castle gardens, babbling to him about anything, as your fingers danced on top of the water of the fountain, and you would sneak glances at him from the water, and sometimes flicked a trickle of water to his face, giggling. He would smile, and only to you, a warm grin would even form at his face, and his hands would twitch, tempted to move a loose strand of hair away from your face. You would tell stories to him of your day, knowing he was there through all of it, and he would listen, humming as a response. 

He finds himself helping you pick and choose your jewelry, and you’d sometimes laugh while putting up an earring to his ear, “You look beautiful, Tenya.” And the four words would send shivers down his spine, and his voice came out softer than how it would usually.

Tenya knew this was all wrong, he shall not, he should not be having these… interactions with you, he should not look at you so, it’s unprofessional, it’s against his protocol! It’s… forbidden. 

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You walked through the castle garden slowly, your hands clasped lazily behind your back as Tenya followed you close from behind. Your eyes wander through the trees, the flowers that now bow their heads to the setting sun. Tenya’s heavy boots’ steps became a rhythm to your own, and you found yourself falling into step beside him.

“The noon is beautiful today, hm?” 

“Indeed, your highness.”

Your heart flutters as you glance at him, smiling to you with the smile that you love perhaps a little too much. That smile that he never gave to anyone… but you. That smile, with his deep blue eyes, like pools that you would bathe in. Those eyes that made you… come alive every time you gaze into them. Despite his cold demeanor, stiff discipline, yet that softness in his eyes—they were always present when he talked to you, or when he was chiding you gently for your recklessness, and you would always find your heart hammering to your chest every time he did, and your words would stutter, stuck at the tip of your tongue. 

The feeling no longer felt unfamiliar to you, unlike the first time he offered to listen to your worries that night by the fountain, and even offered his coat to you. Goodness, were you always this shy? It seemed like talking to other men would flow like breathing to you, but since that night, Tenya’s figure always seemed to shine in your eyes, and you slowly found yourself looking for him in every room you enter whenever he was not around, sneaking glances to whenever he was training, and even complimented him purposely to see his cheeks grow red. 

You knew this was wrong. You are a princess, the heir to the throne, for gods’ sake! You shall not, you mustn’t.

But it’s only a small admiration… is it not…?

You sighed to push away the thought, turning to him as you walked backwards, “Do I look presentable for dinner, Tenya?”

He smiled softly, looking at you with a knowing gaze. “Of course you do, your highness.” He paused. Then continued, “...Y-you look… radiant, as always.” 

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“My dear,” The king smiled as he wiped his mouth from his dinner. He had a knowing smile on his face, one you grew to know too well; he had good news to share.

“The neighboring kingdom has sent a proposal.” He continued, a huge grin on his face. You knew too well what this was about, the past few months you’ve been nagged about seeking marriage, a prince or a nobleman to love and to cherish for the rest of your days. You knew all too well that he had found a kingdom who finally offered their son for you to marry. 

“...A marriage, father?” You made sure, your hands cutting the steak on your plate carefully. “Sharp as always, my dear. You are correct once more.” 

Tenya’s quiet movements paused, his hands felt stiff on his knife as he cut his steak, and the voices, noises of the dining hall seemed to be mere echoes at that moment. The day he had dreaded has come, the day he wished and dreamed will never come, came at last. He knew, oh he knew too well that this day would come, but the sting felt like venom in his chest, and the thought of you dancing, smiling at other men shot a chorus of jealousy through his veins that lasted short as he realized; you weren’t even his, not in the slightest.

“But father, isn’t it too soon? And this kingdom hasn’t been on the best terms with us…” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, though quiet and filled with uncertainty. You opened your mouth once more, “Not to mention—” The king raised his palm, commanding silence. 

“...I wish nothing but the best for you, dear daughter. You know that well.” 

“But father–” 

“y/n…I do not wish to argue as of now.” The king threatened, his brows frowning.

“...But their son!! Father, his reputation is not–” 

“I know, my dear, I know…” He sighed. “But this marriage shall be a great benefit–”

The chair croaked through the ground as you stood up, fists clenching by your sides as your eyes set ablaze. Your lips curled into a scoff.

“A great benefit to whomst?! You?!”

“My dear—”

“No!” You yelled, your vision narrowing from your furrowing brows.

You scowled as you turned away from the dining table, your shoes clacked against the stone floors, echoing through the room and halls as you exited the dining hall. Tenya’s eyes followed your figure, his eyes frowned at the sight, flickering back and forth from you and the king, frowning. 

“...E-excuse me, your majesty.” Tenya stood up, earning a wave of dismissal from the sighing king. 

His steps fell heavy upon the stone floors as he followed your way, exiting the dining hall, his head darted left to right, yet your familiar graceful figure wasn’t there, only the moonlight that seeped from the castle’s windows, the crickets singing a numb ring to his ears as he progressed down the hallway. 

“Your highness, your highness!” He called out, and the echoes of his own voice answered his call.

His boots fell heavy upon the cobblestone floors, the metal embellishments on his uniform clinked against each other as his arms swung front to back. But then, the familiar gleam of moonlight whispered into his eyes, upon the water in the fountain by the castle gardens, there the moon had settled, amongst its glow, you sat by the fountain, your fingers danced upon its water.

“Your highness!” He breathed out a relieved sigh, his tone hushed as he rushed to your side.

You stayed silent, refusing to look at him. He shall not see you, not when you’re this fragile. You lift your hand to your face to swipe a tear off your cheek, sighing softly.

“Y-your highness,” He breathed. 

A familiar twitch tugged on his arm, that one tug that always begs him to reach out his hand and hold you in his arms, enveloping you, to stroke your hair gently and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He ignores it.

“Leave me be Tenya,” You sniffled, your shoulder jolted slightly from your remaining sobs. You refused to turn your back to the fountain and face him, ashamed that you had cried in front of him. “But your highness–”

“You are dismissed for today, Tenya.” 

He froze, hesitance tugging the strings of his heart. Yet he did not leave, he stayed silent by your side as your quiet sobs slowly sang along with the trickling water and the harmony of crickets. The heat of his body was still present, taunting you from behind.

“Your highness, please, for this once, let me stay by your side.”

You opened your mouth to repeat your command, but it was stopped by a click from the embellishments of his uniform, along with a shuffle from the velvet brushing up against his arms, and yours.

The air hitched in your throat. The cold air of the night disappeared almost immediately as you felt his arms around you, the velvety coat of the fabric, along with the feels of his cotton gloves cautiously resting upon your arms. His chest was flush to your back, and responding to the drumming of your heart, your hand instinctively reached to his arms, now circling carefully upon your chest. His breath was shaking, trembling, as if in fear, but also relief. Tenya’s head slowly rested on your shoulder, and you could feel his body shake ever so slightly as his breaths hitched and choked softly in sobs.

“Your highness,” He croaked, his voice strained. “Please… please, talk to me…” 

You stayed quiet.

“Your highness… I would listen to you ramble about anything, your days, your accomplishments, your sadness…anything, your highness… so please… talk to me.”

You slowly turned your body to face him in his embrace, he stood straight back up, his eyes now welling with tears as his lips pursed slightly to hold them back.

“But why… Tenya…?” You asked softly, the hints of tears still present in your voice.

He stayed silent, his beautiful admiral blue eyes slowly finding home to gaze upon yours, before he said;

“For it is because I love you, princess.” He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he trembled, darting away his gaze from yours in shame.

“...I love you…so very much,”

“A-and… I would trade nothing… to listen to you talk to me.” He continued, letting his mouth ramble on, the exhaustion of keeping a secret too big to handle dawning upon him. 

Your eyes grew wide with every single sentence he muttered out in hints of embarrassment and relief.

“I-I know… these feelings are wrong,” He stammered, his hands slowly finding your hands, gently holding them to his chest. 

“But I… I am but a knight, princess…no– I…”

“I am but a man and— gods help me… I try so hard...”

“So hard to keep my distance… but I just… couldn’t.” A sob escaped his lips, almost desperate. 

“It’s always you, my lady… always you… who makes me weak to my knees, always you who makes me smile, I… I love you …too much, it hurts.” He confessed. And as he did, his voice became lower and lower, his head ducking in shame, and his sobs frequent. But he shakingly kept your hands pressed to his chest, and you could clearly hear his racing heart.

Maybe it was the wine that was served at dinner, or was it just grape juice? Either way, your hands found their way to his cheeks, slowly guiding his face to yours. 

Then, Tenya’s world fell silent when his lips touched yours. Hesitance, then certainty. His hands slowly enveloped your waist, his thumb traced circles upon it, and one caressed your cheek as he sighed against your lips, meeting his forehead to yours.

“I love you… so much, princess,” He whispered, his finger gently brushed away the hair covering your face as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his tears met your skin.

“Shall the stars not write me into your story, I shall carve my name myself.”

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a/n : sorry it's been SOOO long since i've posted :(((((((( i was caught up with schoolwoorkkjdksjkskdj

ALSO SOSORRY IF HES OOC this is my first time writing for him 😔😔😔😔😔

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⋆.˚— mha boys x support!gn!reader

ft. hanta s., izuku m., eijiro k., denki k.

scenario : their first encounters with you—a support course student—and how they slowly catch feelings for you :)

warnings : slight swearing

a/n : reader is gender neutral!! also sososososo sorry if they’re ooc :((( i might've went a little much on kiri....

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Hanta first met you because he had just broken his gears to bits and pieces, and desperately needed help to fix it right away. When he entered the support course workshop, no one was there because it was lunch. He grumbled and sighed. That was until he heard your tinkering and drilling noise.

“Hey uh…” He awkwardly steps in, chuckling, making you look up from your work. “C-can you… help me… please?” He hands out his hands, holding the remains of what seemed to be his gear, now only pieces of metal and screws. He chuckled sheepishly, gazing upon your shocked face.

“How did you even…” You muttered in disbelief, eyeing the broken pieces. The response you got was another guilty chuckle. 

From that broken gear, you offered to make a new gear for him. Because of that, he started seeing you more often to test out and discuss how he wanted his new gear to be. From that, he began to catch feelings; from the way you look so focused and engrossed in your work, the way your eyes would glint ambition and adrenaline every time you saw a chance to make an improvement in your work, the way your arms looked covered in sweat, everything.

he started to bring lunch to you, because he knows you like to work through lunch. Even learned how to make those bento boxes for you (the seaweed faces always look jumbled)

he offered to help you fix a gear with his tape once. 

when you laughed at his jokes, he would be IN THE SKIES cause oh my goodness you look so cute, your laugh is so nice :(

got kinda sad cause you finished his gear, but then made excuses like; “Uhm… I think it might need some tweaks” (it doesn’t) and would say he needs readjustments just so that you can measure him again (he likes LOVES your hands touching his arms)

shows off the gear you made to his friends, saying that his gear is a blessing from the gods

found out what your favorite snack was and would always bring it with him every time he drops by

would take out his phone to secretly shazam the songs you listen to while working just so he can get into your music taste and have topics of what to talk about to you 

ORRR when he found out that you liked the same artists, he would gasp audibly and ramble on with you of his and your favorite songs

as time went by, he got bolder and threw lame ass pick up lines to you like; “You’re the screwdriver to my screw” with a shit-eating grin, and you would get caught off guard, “Hanta… what.” 

OH!!!!!!!! At first, when you first got to know him, you would call him by his last name, but that time when you slipped and said his first name, he went all giddy and giggled throughout the discussion, and would sometimes stay silent when you ask him just so that he can hear you call his name again.

Izuku stumbled upon you because you two weren’t really keeping your eyes on the road as you walked through the hallway of classes, and bumped against him as you were sketching your gear on your journal. He too, was muttering nonsense as he was trying to come up with a new power move, flipping and flopping through the pages of that dear notebook of his.

“So if combine Kamui’s move and–” THUD! Oof! 

“Oof! ...Oh my goodness, I’m so very sorry…” He got up, rubbing his head sheepishly as he slowly propped himself up on his feet. Yet, his gaze landed upon your open sketchbook; the angles, corners and curves of the equipment you sketched, and the little notes you would put by the sides of your sketch, he instantly exclaimed, “Are these your sketches?! They are amazing!!” He looked at you with stars in his eyes, pointing to the circular gear you had carefully drawn on the paper. You didn’t even get the chance to say your apologies, let alone answer his question before he gasped in realization. “You’re in the support course!” Which you only chuckled sheepishly and nodded to as a response.

After that one encounter, Izuku would always wave to you whenever you pass by him, and you would wave back. After some time, he would randomly run up to you to ask for suggestions on how he should improve his gears, and every answer you provide him always made him more amazed than before. He adored how you’re so smart, and efficient in providing solutions. He finds himself smiling every time he looked at you pondering upon his questions, he thinks the way you would scratch the edge of your hairline, or pucker your lips slightly every time you were thinking was adorable.

would ask you stuff around the support course; “Why did you decide to choose this course?” , “How do you even figure out what to fix?” so on and so forth. 

would say that he’s going to the workshop to see Hatsume, but in reality he was trying to get a peek of you working

sneaked a picture of you working with your headphones once and panicked about it in his dorm because he thought he had invaded your privacy (but he loves the picture sm)

slowly built up the courage to talk to you while you worked and would sometimes even request a small tweak to his own

gets all red whenever you smile to him and cheers to himself; ‘I talked to her! Yes! Yes!!’ (he in fact only said “oh!” and “okay”)

asks Hatsume what you like and jots it down in his notebook very eagerly

found out your favorite pro hero and gave you small charms of them to you,

like he would go up to you one day and hand you a keychain of the hero shyly; “T-this is… for you…” and when you smiled and thanked him, he went red-er than he already is.

is a huge nerd for your gears, and would always be eager to learn the way you craft them. At one point, he even asked to be taught how to fix one.

you laughed at him because he made a silly mistake that led him to be electrocuted slightly

one time you complimented his hair smelled nice, and ever since then, he never changed his shampoo brand

would sometimes zone out watching you work while smiling sheepishly, giggling quietly to himself

panicked when he overused and broke a gear you had fixed for him and apologized to you, bowing repeatedly

rambles to his mom about you, and she would just listen, nodding while smiling.

Eijiro's encounter with you was a rather strange one. The support course was assigned to observe and monitor the training grounds simulation equipment that day, along with class 1A's training. They were supposed to test out their gears that day, to see if it was durable enough to go through extreme situations like storms or rubbles. Everything seemed to go on smoothly.

You hear a faint crack from the left of where you stood. It seemed that other from testing the gears, they should've also tested the training ground first. In the middle of the raging simulated storm, the angry droplets of rain landing on top of the glass that protected you, an abstracted piece of rock flung towards you. Sharp, solid, and it looked deadly. In panic, your hands desperately hit the glass surrounding you. Your pen rang, attacking the glass. Pang! Pang! Pang! Yet your efforts seemed to be useless against the thick layers of glass.

CRACK! Hands covered your head, curled up, desperate to protect at least an inch of your head. Too afraid to look, you closed your eyes...

It has been a good few seconds, but the impact you had expected didn't graze an inch of your skin, only the slowing down wet drops of rain, the winds swinging and swaying your increasingly soaked hair, and the sound of someone's ragged breath.

"A-...are you alright...?" The red haired boy grinned, his teeth sharp like a shark's.

From that one encounter, you went your way to thank him. You gave him a small shark-shaped trinket you had made; and also some little snacks. You stuck on a bright neon-yellow sticky note; 'Thanks for saving my life :)' and that made him consider of being friends with you. (and said that the shark trinket was really manly)

after finding out what class you were in, he asked how you were holding up from the incident

even asked if you went to recovery girl (you weren't even hurt)

thanked you for the shark trinket, and said that it's very MANLY!!!

he shows off the trinket to his friends and even made it a necklace

started to request gear tweaks to you, and finds himself admiring how you handle heavy tools

despite being in the hero course, and seeing strong people everyday, he finds himself captivated by your strength

he admired the way you would put others before yourself, and would even listen to his requests about his gears

one day, he came back from training and came in to fix the gear he scratched. you gave him a bandage to patch himself up with, and that was what hit him pretty hard

started to copy the way you made him a thank you letter, and got you protein bars (lol)

slowly started to make a habit of spraying some perfume on himself before going into the workshop

one day, he built up the courage of asking you to go to lunch together with him, and when you accepted, he had to hold back a cheer

liked his smile more ever since you said it reminded you of a shark

finds himself teased by his friends because of how often he visits the workshop now

Denki had accidentally fried his brain and gear on a training. He had always thought the fried gears weren't that much of a big deal, the only difference now is that—the gear wouldn't open up, and it clasped his hand inside. It hurt, a lot. Worse, every time he tried to move, it would only tighten. After grumbling from being laughed at by Jirou and Mina, he went to the support course workshop to find anyone or anything to help him. That was when he caught an eye at you!

So over the last thirty minutes, you have been carefully twisting and turning your screwdriver over the screws that were already fixed into his gear. Your movements were slow, fearful, cautious that a sudden movement would only cut his hand off. But not for him, his eyes has only been looking at how your tongue stuck out from the corner of your mouth as you slowly tilted your head to reach the screws on his gear. It made him snicker. Occasionally, you would even ask him stuff to distract him from the pain.

"Did that tighten?" "No" were the two lines that echoed between the two of you. You would make sure he was okay, and he would nod his head or say yes. From that gear mishap, you tested out different tools and spare parts that are able to stand high voltages of electricity, and so, naturally, he was also there often to test those out. He finds himself slowly having faster ba-dump's in his chest every time you would tend to him after he short circuited, or warned him to slow down, or how warm your hands were when you took off the gears from his arms.

would purposely short circuit himself so that you tend to him

sometimes would sneakily charge your phone with his quirk while you weren't looking

says he doesn't understand how to use his gear (it has the exact buttons from his previous ones)

"can you demonstrate it please" "it's more complex now that you've made modifications on it"

found out what food you liked and would just "accidentally have it" while he visits like; "Oh you like sweet bread? Such a coincidence! I have one right now!"

makes nicknames for you like; "wow you're such a tech wizz!" or "robot brain"

gives you his keychains and pins and say that "they remind me of you so might as well give it to you" while shrugging nonchalantly

loves to make you laugh, and would sometimes short circuits on purpose for that

would invite you to lunch with him and his friends, and after you left, he would ask them; "See? I told you all they're amazing"

likes to draw you in his notebook when he's bored of listening to the teacher

got really happy when he knew what songs you like, and started learning them on the guitar

either throws the weirdest pick up lines ever; "you're like the yee to my haw" or the most POETIC line ever; "I like that your hands are as warm as summer on my skin" like huh....??? :D

would clip your loose hair back whenever he's sitting beside you when you're working

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a/n : yaayy i hope this was goodd, becaauusee this is my first time writing multiple characters so i hope i didn't stray too far from their characters :)

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No because I need you to PLS make a Tamaki (mha) x metal head reader headcanons!! IM DYING TO SEE ONE especially from how u write ur story’s :3

BYE!!

ANONN sosorry it took me so long to fulfill this request! yesyesyes absolutely THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! THANK YOU!!

𝄞 ── headbanging 101

pairings : tamaki a. x metalhead!reader

warnings : none!

a/n : reader is neuutraall!!

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About time! Slipknot’s hosting a tour and is coming to town, and your finger is hovering over your touchpad, ready to click the button you have been saving up for. This is my moment!

“Is that… a concert…?” A soft voice called from behind, shy and timid, almost hesitant to ask. You swerved your body to the table behind you, where Tamaki sat, fidgeting along his hair while his eyes immediately darted to the table. You smiled, nodding fervently. “Mhm! Slipknot’s touring here!!” 

His eyes glanced to the laptop screen again, registering the faces of the band members, covered with inhuman-like-masks. “Oh… th-that’s the band?” He asked again, his tone cautious, almost like he’s scared to make you offended.

You snickered, turning your head briefly to look at your laptop before going back to him. “It’s just masks, but their songs are really good, Tamaki, you should give them a listen!”

Tamaki pondered for a moment, chewing softly on his bottom lip before he shook his head. “I don’t really… listen to metal,” You snickered as you rolled your eyes, waving your hands dismissively. “Don’t really, right? So you’ll listen to it?” You grinned, wiggling your eyebrows.

The raven haired boy pursed his lips as he thought for a moment, before he could even form a single thought, you perked up. “What if I make you a small playlist!” 

“...Playlist? …F-for me..?” 

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips at his seemingly anticipated answer. “Mhm!” You gasped, another idea popping into your head, “As a trade, you’ll introduce me to the songs you listen to!” 

And for once, he shyly looked into your eyes. His smile was small, almost appreciative, adoring yours. He huffed a small, shy chuckle as he nodded. “O-okay,” 

“B-but..!! Please don’t put songs that are… too hard..” He added, awkwardly requesting his wishes. You smiled, nodding as you held a thumb up to him, “I’ll give you some baby level metals, Tama” You reassured, snickering. He looked away, a tiny smile dancing upon his lips. 

Tamaki first nervously fidgeted the volume buttons on his phone while he debated on whether or not he wanted to play metal songs on his headphones.

But as he was still debating whether or not, his finger nervously taps on his phone, and accidentally played a song.

Got startled like… “AH!” as he jumps from his bed, cowering from his phone like a cat.

Almost groaned, muttering stuff like "Ugh... this is so loud.."

BUT THEN he hears the guitars playing, and boy did that hook him up.

He loved hearing the way the guitars and the drums would correspond to each other, and sounded like they were both a dance, swerving through the dancefloor in harmony.

Without him realizing, he started bobbing his head to the songs you had put into the playlist, and clicked the like button to save some.

Sure, some songs you had put weren't really to his liking, they felt messy and loud, but most of them were a newfound gold to his ears.

Snuff by Slipknot became one of his first favorites, along with a rather contrasting one, Throne by Bring Me The Horizon.

Two days later, he approached you and fidgeted with his fingers, biting his lip slowly before he softly spoke up; "D-do you have... any other songs...?" All while his eyes trained to his shoes, while his toes curled and uncurled nervously inside it.

You smiled, bending down to meet his gaze. "You liked the songs?"

He nodded softly, pulling his hair down to cover his reddening face, he muttered softly, "Y-yea... I guess..." while swaying his body left and right.

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༄.° — when you’re sober.

pairings : hanta s. x gn!reader

warnings : use of drugs, swearing, no gender mentioned but reader is called pretty

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You can’t really remember what started your friendship with Hanta. It was a haze, an echo of memories, blurring together. But all you know is that nowadays, you’d lie around his apartment doing whatever. Sometimes it was playing stupid games on his console, reading his comics, or cooking together, or gossiping, anything. And you fell comfortable with it all, the small routine you would do together. You even bought a new toothbrush just to leave at his place in case your work caught you too late into the night, and the road just felt too scary to drive through alone. 

“It’s alright sweets, m’ always happy for a company.” He said that time, the first time you called him nervously to ask if it was okay to crash by his place. The sultry, smooth tone of his voice had always seeped through, lazy and giggly. Classically Hanta—always sounding high even when he wasn’t.

It was another one of those nights, you had only gotten off work at around midnight, and the thought of driving all the way back to your own place felt like such a drag. Hanta’s apartment was just a few blocks away. The day felt like hell anyway, you needed some form of entertainment. Your finger went autopilot as you scrolled through your contacts, immediately knowing where to stop at tap at his number. 

Beeeep… beeeep… Then a click. A small shuffling sound was heard before Hanta’s grinning voice was heard.

“Yeess, you can crash at my plaacee,” He answered immediately, knowing what your question was going to be. He chuckled before you heard him inhale, a small crackle of fire heard by the side.

You laughed, already packing your things into your bag, zipping up your laptop in its small sleeve. "Thanks, Han."

Exhale.. “Can you grab somethin’ for me though?”

“Mhm? From the grocery store?”

“Uhuh, just some milk, if ya don’t mind.” 

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The small apartment studio now ghosted with smokes from the small roll of paper on Hanta’s hand, flowing the grey-ish fog like river through a forest, while you busied yourself with a cup of coffee by his counter, the small metal spoon clinking to the sides of the glass as you stirred in your sugar, your mouth grumbling about your hell of a day.

“And then he yelled at me! In front of everyone!!” You exclaimed, disbelief in your voice as you looked over to him. 

“Dickhead,” He giggled, taking another drag before blowing a thick smoke to the air. “Shoulda slapped him right then and there.” 

You plopped down next to him on the couch, placing your coffee down before you huffed as you crossed your arms to your chest, throwing yourself back to the plush backrest of his couch. 

You groaned, shoulders tense. “I did everything he asked for, and he just— ugh!!” You threw your hands up, running them up your face as if that could clear your head.

Hanta’s chuckle sounded low. “Here,” His voice softly offered, nudging his hand gently to your cheek to offer you his half-smoked joint. His weed-filled smile now turned to something soft, sympathetic, almost sorry for your state.

“M’ not in the mood, Han.” You rejected, almost sounding like a low whine as you gently pushed his hand away as you leaned to his shoulder. 

“Aw,” He huffed, that stupid smile not leaving his face as he pulled the joint away.

The day’s haste caught up to you, the frustration, exhaustion, stress, yanked you by the hair, prickling tears to your eyes. And you could only grunted in anger to stop it from flowing down your cheeks. 

You choked in a sob, groaning in frustration. “Fuck, why am I—crying?”

Before you could protest, his thin hands wrapped by the other side of your shoulder, softly pulling you into his embrace as he tutted gently. “It’s okay to cry, hm?” He lazily assured, a small grin gracing his lips as his hand traced small circles on the small of your back. “Your boss's a shitload, y/n.” Hanta’s words slurred, a small hum slipping in between his words as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. “You're too pretty to be sad about him,”

Then he paused, the air only filled with your soft sniffles and his small breaths. His mind a haze, and what he thought he said in his mind suddenly slipped out of his mouth. 

“Too pretty, too good, too… everything…” 

You looked up, hands softly wiping your slight tears as you searched for his eyes between his guilty grin and weed and smoke reeked breath. 

“You’re everything, darling..” He giggled, softly brushing the back of his finger to your cheek. 

A smile graced your lips, and you slowly pulled away from his embrace, studying his face from afar. 

Silence fell upon you two, just the small sounds of cars honking outside and the fan from his bathroom whirring. Then you scoffed in amusement, “You’re so high right now” Words you said, with a chuckle.

His smile slowly faded as the words echoed in his mind, blurring to the sensation in his head. He quickly shook his head, “No, m’ not…” While smoke slightly puffed out of his mouth. His hands quickly placed the small rolled up paper, still oozing out smoke from its end. “Bein’ high’s one thing, but m’ being honest, sweets” He slurred, begging softly as he reached his hand to yours.

His hand graced yours, as you looked up to his eyes again, staring back at you were his dark, half lidded, slightly bloodshot eyes. And you couldn’t bring yourself to believe. It’s already three years since you've known him, and he’s shown you too well that he had a silver tongue. 

“Yeah?” You asked. “The same words you said to–maybe… five? Other people, hm?” Leaning your head slightly to the side. 

Hanta’s brows furrowed—confused. His elbows moved to struggle and support him from the couch. 

He stammered a few vowels before slowly rubbing his hazy eyes to look at you again. “No, no…” He waved his hand lazily, letting it drop to his lap. The other supported his seemingly heavy head, swaying slightly from side to side. “Just to you, sweets… m’ being honest here…” He continued, rasp and croak in his tone as he tried to reach for your hand again. 

You sighed, reaching for the-now-cold-cup of coffee. A small sip brought coarse and sweetness to your tongue. “Really?” You glanced at him, his form still slowly reaching for your hand as he nodded, tugging on your arm again to pull you into his embrace.

“Of course really,” His smile returned slightly, leaning his chin to your shoulder. His hand slowly snaked beneath your arm. “Always did.” He said those two words with hesitance, volume smaller than usually. He slowly buried his face to the small curve between your neck and shoulder, his breath fanned through the thin material of your shirt. And you scoffed. 

“You’re just high.”

He chuckled lazily. “Maybe,” 

“But it’s still honest, y/n.” That sounded ridiculous to you, somehow.

He fell silent again, and the small whir of the wind dancing through the open window filled the room again. His breath continued to gently greet your skin, and your finger absent-mindedly rubbed the body of your coffee cup. 

You cleared your throat, “...You’ll forget this tomorrow.” You softly mumbled, standing up to collect your bag. 

Hanta's grin stayed there for a moment longer before he realized what you were doing. Then his mind scattered, he reached out to you, stumbling over his own feet as he stood up. “N-no, no,”

His hand reached to you slowly, eyes hazy and drifting from side to side.

“Y/n, wait..” his voice came out weaker than how he wanted it to be, his vision is mixing everything up and God if he can get the weed out of his system right now, he’ll do it. 

“M’ being honest, sweets, truth,” He reached out, supporting himself to the wall as he tried to register his surroundings. Your form fell clear upon his eyes, and he could only attempt to reach for your wrist. “L-listen…”

You wrapped up the last of your things into your bag with a ziip! Before looking back at him, messy and high, half lidded and bloodshot. You grimaced. Never had his high-thoughts made you this… sad? Hesitant? Hopeful? 

“I’ll listen when you’re sober, Han” You muttered, walking to the door.

“But I’m bein’ honest, y/n, please…” 

“I just… I can’t say it… when I’m sober please… listen,”

clack.

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You’re met with the same familiar—almost sickening sight of your computer in front of you. Your cubicle is a cluttered mess of papers and sticky notes, it’s almost lunch, and not once have you seen a text notification other than from your boss. Not that you were expecting a text from anyone… right?

And the day went on just like that, just like any other day. You find yourself having to do overtime again. As you finished the last sentences of the document, you glanced at your phone, it was midnight again. God, the road to your house was too far to drag yourself through, but you just couldn’t.

You just couldn’t open up that contact card to press the phone button, and ask if you could crash at his place. You can’t, and you won’t.

So you switched off the computer, rushingly picked up your earphones, your phone, and grabbed your car key before turning to the elevator, marching your way out of the empty office. 

As the elevator dinged, you stepped inside. With doubt—and hope, you checked your phone again. A small voice hoped he had called, or at least texted you. But he didn’t. You scoffed, “So he was just high.” 

The familiar lobby of the building greeted you again as you stepped out of the elevator, slowly walking towards the glass doors as you said your goodbyes to the security guards there. With a huff, your hand pushed the glass door, the midnight air greeting your face. Tears pricked by your eyes, not from the cold, you couldn’t quite place why, but you felt like crying. 

You felt like crying because today was so tiring, because you have to drive home alone,

...because he said those things while being high, and decided not to say anything the next day.

“Stupid Hanta with his stupid fucking weed, making me hope for—”

The soft crack of concrete broke you out of your sobs, you turned to your right.

And there he stood.

His stupid grin staring back at you as he swayed back and forth on his feet, his hands buried in the pocket of his hoodie. He cleared his throat, a bit louder than he had to as he walked slowly, closer to you now. 

“...M’ sorry, pretty” He softly spoke, his hand emerging slowly from his pocket to softly brush away the hair on your face, his thumb wiping your tear hesitantly.

You flinched slightly from his touch, tearing your face away, making him stare at your back. “Do you even know what you’re sorry for, Han?” 

A small moment of silence fell, broken only by the soft winds swooshing in your ear and the small crickets of the night.

You huffed, exactly. He forgot. So you opened your mouth to say—

“For… saying those things,” He caught before you. 

“...While I’m high,” He stuttered, the sound of the concrete cracking again beneath his feet as he swayed back and forth again. And that caught you silent. He remembered.

“I-I…I’m sorry,” 

He walked closer, the heat of his body slowly taunting upon your back. “Sorry for… not texting you all day,”

“I was… nervous, sweets.” He admits—almost shyly. Biting his lip in hesitation before he gently pulled your shoulder, making you turn and look at him. 

“...I was scared you’d… laugh at me,” He said, his eyes drifting to the ground before muttering, “Or somethin’..”

With a soft tug, he pulled you close, his hand finding his way to your waist, the warmth of his hands contrasting the cold night. “But I mean… everything that I said, y/n, truth.” Tender was his voice, soft and gentle as his finger slowly tilted your chin up to search upon his eyes. It felt…real now. His eyes clear as day and dark as night at the same time, his voice hoarse and low, almost desperate. 

He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes as if he’s preparing for something, “I mean it when I said you’re pretty, when I said you’re too good, too kind,”

“...Fuck, y/n, I mean it when I said you’re everything to me.”

And silence fell again, you couldn’t wipe away the disbelief written, no, painted all over your face. Your mouth parted open, closing again, opening—say something! 

So you decided that words weren’t your answer.

His world fell still when your hand slowly pulled his face close, his lips brushing upon yours before you spoke softly, “...That was all I wanted to hear, Han.” Last words he heard before he pushed himself to you, gently basking in the warmth of your lips upon his. He gently pulled you flush against him, sighing softly against your lips, he smiled. “Took you long enough,” 

You smiled, hands finding his hoodie to grip it, pulling him closer to you to kiss him again. 

“Shut up,” You giggled, finally pulling away shyly as you hid your eyes from him. 

Then he grinned, gently pulling your face to look at him again. “My place, hm?” He smiles, his thumb tracing your cheek softly, wiping the tear that stuck to your face from earlier.

“Gotta make it up for not callin’ you, hm?” That stupid grin was back, laced with something else, the cherry on top? winking at you. 

A giggle was all you managed, nodding shyly. 

He squeezed your waist just a little, snatching the car key from your hand before leading you to your car. “After you, sweets.” He ushered, opening the passenger seat. You obliged, looking back to him with a small smile and confusion lacing your eyes just slightly.

“Not gonna let you drive back,"

"Now that you’re mine, gotta treat you right, hm?”

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pairing: sero hanta x gn!reader

genre/warnings: camp counselor au/summer camp au, fluuuuffy fluff, suggestive, substance use (weed), cussing, implied sexual content in public (making out)

nothing brings out the attraction between two counselors more like late night smoke sessions and the inevitable end of summer camp

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