Smutty One-Liners Part I

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming

Villain Roommate |Chapter One|

(Fair warning before you start reading, I am not caught up with the manga so things might not be true to the canon story line. But this is a fanfiction, you didn't come here for canon did you?

Also, this will be a slow burn. Well, as slow as I can make it lol, don't expect to get it on with Dabi within the first few chapters. That being said, there will be smut. I'll put a warning on the chapter(s) that will involve it.

That's all, enjoy reading)

It had been a long day at work. All you wanted to do, was go home, get some food in your, watch a little of your favorite show/movie, then go right to bed. Your boss didn't go easy on you today, which only made you yearn for some alone time even more. What had you done to set him off? Nothing, no really, you did nothing except come in a few minutes late. He must have been pre-pissed off, cause there was no need for him to cause a scene like he did. You sigh and look at your phone, checking the time.

8:30 pm. Yep, time to go home. You gathered your things and made for the elevators. You stepped in and pushed the lower floor button, then leaned against the wall with a heavy exhale. You waited while soft yet annoying elevator music played all the way down to the bottom floor. The doors opened, letting you walk out.

You decided to go the quickest way home tonight, not that you'd ever go the long way. Especially at night. However tonight, you came across something that would prevent you from going the quick way. Construction signs, tape, and blocks were up on the street you'd always walk down. Nothing had happened yet, but it looks like the road might be worked on.

As it should, you couldn't count the times you nearly tripped because of the uneven cracked road. But you wouldn't mind it tonight, that's how badly you just wanted to go home. However, that would not be the case tonight. You almost thought about hopping over the tape and walking through anyway. But no, you were a good citizen, and tonight, you would take the long way home.

You were just about home, when you came across something that stopped you in your tracks. In the alleyway just next to you, you saw a person slumped up against a wall. You also noticed the blood on his hands. You thought about calling the police, figuring you were but feet from a corpse. But when that "corpse" moved, and groaned. The softer side of you came out, and you rushed over to their side.

"Hey, are you ok?" You ask as you crouched down next to them. They did not answer, they must of finally passed out. You panicked for a moment before remembering-

You has a quirk perfect for this situation!

"It might take too long for help to get here, and I really don't wanna see a person die in front of me..." You said before looking for whatever injury that was causing all this blood. Finally, you found it, a large cut on his side. You moved up their large hoodie just enough to see it. With careful hands, you placed them on the wound, flinching a bit at the warm blood that made contact with your palms.

You took a deep breath in and focused on the wound. And slowly but surely, the wound closed up. You sighed a breath of relief. "Still got it. Now...to get you some help." You pulled out your phone and began to dial nine-one-one, but before you could press the first number, the person grabbed your wrist. You yelp in surprise.

"Don't..."

The person's voice was rough and low, you assumed it was a man's voice. "W-What do you mean don't? You were bleeding out, you need help." You tried to tell him. "You fixed it didn't you?" He asked, referring to his wound. "Yes but, you're beat up pretty bad too. And that wound took a lot out of me, I can't heal the rest of you."

The man finally let go of your hand and stood up, you did as well. He leaned against the wall, panting slightly. He was hurt bad, you may have healed the worst of it, but he was still hurting. Why didn't he want help?

"Then try harder." He demanded. You could get a better look at his face now. His hood was up and he wore a mask and dark shades to hide his face. Why? "I-I can't..."

He was going to say something else but was cut off by coughing, blood stains were forming in the mask. He nearly fell over, but thankfully you caught him. He was heavy. "Look! You're obviously hurt way more than I thought! You need help!" You said more sternly. "If you know what's good for you..." The man said with heavy breaths. "You won't call the fucking cops...got...it?" You knew he passed out when he slumped against you, going limp entirely.

Well...what now?

"Was he threatening me just now? Or warning me?" You asked yourself . Either way, you didn't want to find out what would happen. You had a feeling it would turn out bad. And so, without anymore options, there was only one thing you could do. But you really, really, didn't want to do it.

You were so lucky no one was out at this time. Otherwise, the cops would have been called for dragging a unconscious man into your house.

You groaned as you flopped the half-dead man on your couch. You were totally out of energy, but you needed to make sure this guy doesn't die on you. Or on your couch, in your home. Have fun explaining that to the police. You rolled up your sleeves and got to work. First you struggled to get off the man's hoodie all the way. You gasped at the sight.

Burn marks, deep burn marks. And lots of staples keeping his burnt skin connected to his untouched skin. What did this? Was there an accident? Clearly these aren't fresh, they didn't add to the man's injuries. You took a deep breath, then placed your hands on his chest, slowly moving down his abdomen as you used your quirk. You couldn't heal his scars, but whatever was wrong with him, you could and did heal.

You removed your hands and looked at his face. "I need to get that off of you." You said as you took off his shades and bloodied mask. You dropped both as you got a look at his face. You stood up and backed away.

"No way...no fucking way..."

Laying before you, was none other than the infamous villain Dabi. You had just used your healing quirk, on a villain. And not just any villain, one of Japan's most wanted villain. No wonder he didn't want you to call the cops. Well your sure as fuck was going to do it now. You pulled out your phone and began to dial, but before you could press call, Dabi spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You almost dropped your phone hearing his voice. You looked up from your phone and saw Dabi bringing himself to a stand. He cracked his neck and wiped away the blood from his mouth. "Did you have fun? Putting your hands all over my body like that?" He smirked. You backed away further until you were against a wall. "Aw, look at you...you're trembling." He said as he took a step closer to you. "You should be." He said lowly.

Your grip on the phone couldn't be any tighter, you thought you'd break it in half. Dabi kept inching closer and closer until he was face to face with you. "Now be a good girl, and give me the phone." Dabi said, holding out his hand. You swallowed hard before shakily giving him you're phone. "Atta girl." Dabi said before tossing it somewhere. Thinking it might break was the least of your worries right now. You were about to be murdered.

"P-Please." You started, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don't kill me."

"Kill you?" Dabi asked. He reached for you. You closed your eyes and waited for what would come next. What did come next however, surprised you. Dabi moved a strand of your hair out of your face, flinching at his touch, you slowly reopened your eyes. "After you saved my life? Ah, don't give me that look. It's not so bad that you saved a wanted man. What are ya? A hero in training?"

You shook your head. "N-No...I'm not."

Dabi looked you up and down. "Hm, yeah, you're not dressed like it. That's for sure. What? You just sit at a desk all day then? How boring." Dabi finally backed off from you. "Anyways, I should be off. Thanks again, life saver." He waved before heading for the exit of your home. "Oh and by the way." He turned to face you.

"If you try to call the police, I'll have to pay you another visit. And I won't be as merciful next time."

With that he left. You fell to your knees, heart and mind racing.

What have you done?

don’t look down

(albedo x reader)

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“Come on Albedo, give it a rest. You’ve been cooped up here for 3 days! You need to eat.” You push your way into the tent despite him telling you to leave right when you opened it up.

“Not now. I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m almost done, food can wait, now leave.” He didn’t even bother glancing back at you.

Your hands only tightened around the lunch you made him, saying nothing more you walked up to where he was sitting and placed the soup you made for him on his table, though as you did so you managed to knock down the ink he was using to write all over his paperwork, the very paperwork he’s been writing on for his experiment for the past three days.

You froze, opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out, you felt stupid.

Albedo only stared at the ink seeping into the paper, mixing the words he wrote into one big pile of nothing. He only gently put down the pen next to him, head falling into his hands as he exhaled, trying his absolute best to not lose it completely.

“Bedo I’m sorry.”

“Get out.” He cleared his throat, inhaling sharply through his nose as he raised his head. “Now! Get out, leave, I don’t want to see you. You’ve done enough.” He closed his eyes, temples throbbing.

“I-I can help just let me-“

The soup you made went flying to the floor, some of the liquid spilled out of the bag spreading onto the floor along with some papers, making you jump back at the sudden movement.

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” his hands slammed down onto the table “JUST LEAVE! GO! YOU'VE RUINED ENOUGH!” His voice rose higher than you’ve ever heard it, making you immediately turn around, grabbing nothing as you did what he told you to.

You felt horrible. Of course you try doing something nice once in a while and it ends up biting you back for no reason. You didn’t mean to ruin his hard work but yet you still managed to do so in the simplest stupidest way possible. “Idiot! Why didn’t I look before I placed it down.” You mumble to yourself, feeling utterly guilty as you make your way down the familiar trail to the scenic view you always visit.

You knew he needed a breather, a second to calm down, it was all your fault so you have no right to feel bad for yourself. He told you to leave in the beginning. You should’ve listened then.

As you were walking down the trail you felt how much colder one of your legs was then the rest of your body, your brows furrow as you looked down only to them notice a huge wet patch on your leg, presumably from the soup. You didn’t even feel the soup hit your leg, let alone the burn from it as you scanned the red patch that now littering your skin. Though you felt bad you couldn’t deny the shock you felt, his voice didn’t sound like his. It sounded so foreign, not once has he ever raised it any higher than how he normally speaks, but you knew you crossed a line, though he somewhat surprised you with how he reacted you knew it was bound to happen, you pushed his buttons too far.

You brought your hands to your mouth, blowing hot air onto them to ease the burning feeling on your fingertips. You knew he didn’t want to see you anytime soon but you didn’t want to leave him alone all day, so you decided to stay at the place you and him always go to besides his campsite to let him calm down.

Albedo’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up his pen again, he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the experiment as he felt utter guilt.

It was eating him alive, you’ve been gone for a while now and the longer you didn’t come back the more worried he felt.

He didn’t mean to blow up on you. He’s never raised his voice so high at you and the startled look on your face as he thinks back to what he did makes his heart feel heavy. The smell of the homemade soup you made is still heavy in the air as he looks down at the mess he’s made with it. He only sighs, pushing back his chair and getting up deciding to go find you himself as he knows you felt too guilty to come back yet, he knows you were just worried and he need to apologize properly, luckily for him he knows exactly where you went.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts, eyes scanning the city of Mondstadt below you, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. A familiar pair of arms came into view as they wrapped themself around your waist pulling you back into their chest.

“Albedo?” your voice came out so small, anyone who wasn’t standing directly next to you would’ve missed it.

“Mhmn.” He hummed next to you, urging you to go on.

He felt the way your body tensed up knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. A smile making its way onto his lip’s the longer you stared at his arms. He was waiting to see the reaction you’d give him once you found out.

“Your hands,” you scan the arms around your waist, noticing something missing on his wrists, something that felt off. “Your hands, these hands, they’re not Albedo’s,” you all but whisper out more to yourself as you examine the fingers, palm and wrist if the person whose arms were wrapped around your torso. The person who looked exactly, even sounded exactly like your boyfriend.

“Now what kind of joke is that y/n? That’s impossible-“

“Let me go.” Your hands wrapped around his wrists, attempting to pry his arms off your waist which only wrapped around you tighter.

His smile widened, you could hear the sick smile and hum from the reaction you gave him.

He took a step forward and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, your terrible fear of heights only spiking as he took another step. You weren’t too far from the edge of the mountain, and yes though you were absolutely terrified of heights this spot was one you loved because of the view, that and you also never got to close to the edge, not this close at least.

“Let you go? But it’s me, it’s albedo why are you-“

“Don’t. even. try. Don’t imitate him, you’re not Albedo.” you tried to sound as intimidating as possible though you were more than sure the rabid beat of your heart and your spiked pulse gave away how scared you truly were.

“You’re not albedo, I don’t know who you are or how you sound like him let alone even look exactly like him, but you’re not him, and you never will be.” your grasp around his wrists only tightened as you still tired pulling him away.

“Did you always bite back before?” The man behind you whispers, a chuckle escaping his lips moments after.

“Are you scared love?” He cooed, arms trapping you in place as he shoved you forward with a larger step this time.

You shut your eyes and gasped, too scared to open and look down at the steep slope beneath you.

“You are? But you were doing so well at acting so tough just moments ago. What's wrong now? Don’t you trust me.” His chest was pressed against your back as he took another step, chest rumbling at your crumbling facade you tried to keep up.

You felt his breath tickle your ear as he leaned down. “I heard you guys fighting. What has he done this time?” He asks, you only start to thrash in his hold. “Is he putting his work over his lovely significant other? Oh how shameful of him, truly what a shame. I’d treat you better you know?” He jolted you upright, making you stand straight, your back fully pressed into his chest. “Just don’t make a sound and come with me yeah?” The playful tone in his voice was gone in a second making your breath get caught in your throat by how quickly he switched up. Your head was spinning, he sounded so much like albedo, his skin felt just as soft, his height was exactly the same everything, he had everything like him, but it wasn’t him. The missing diamond marks on his wrists and fast changing moods proving as evidence alone.

“Why aren’t you answering? You always answer for him? Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something wrong with me?” He shoved you forward again, taking a big stride forward leaving only about 5 feet from the edge of the cliff and your feet.

You felt your foot slide forward beneath you, snow falling off the edge as you stood up again, regaining your posture. Your breathing was erratic, you stopped your thrashing as you held onto his wrists once again. You weren’t even sure what to say or do, you felt utterly terrified.

“Now you're holding onto me?” He chuckled, breath tickling your neck making the hairs stand up straight, his voice went back to being condescending.

“This scene sure is breathtaking huh?” His hand playfully pinched your waist as he circled his arms around you bringing you closer to his chest, hugging you against him.

“I do wonder,” he took another step forward.

“What would really happen to the human body if it were to plummet down from this altitude?” You nervously swallow, feeling your mouth go dry. “I mean the snow just looks so soft down there doesn’t it?” another step, you felt your foot slip forward and a small yelp escaped your lips, making your eyes burn with fear.

“What if I conducted an experiment on you?” He asked, voice lowering as he took a small step forward. His own adrenaline pumping as he felt you shake in his hold, he wanted this, to take everything that was Albedo’s and make it his. To ruin everything Albedo loves. To completely corrupt him and make him the villain, make him the one that everyone hates.

Albedo noticed it was eerily quiet as he made his way up the trail, he spotted your footprints along it but hadn’t expected to see another pair he didn’t recognize leading up the same trail you had gone up, these prints were far more fresh than yours.

Albedo only stared longer noticing how the size of the print seems to be strikingly similar to his, making him more uneasy as a horrible feeling sets itself on his chest once again.

He quickly stood up and started walking faster. “They’ll be there, looking out over the place they love most, waiting for me, they’ll be there.” Albedo repeats to himself in his head, his legs pick up the pace the feeling of uneasiness making him slightly nauseous, mostly because only you and him know of this spot, no one else.

His legs come to a halt when a familiar voices hits his ears, his heartbeat almost too loud but he catches the voice alright. He feels the hairs on his arms stand because he recognizes the voice so well, the voice wasn’t yours. It was his own voice coming from the end of the trail, along with harsh movements.

The sounds of struggle only made Albedo move his legs again, his hand lifted to his lips to make sure he wasn’t going crazy and speaking himself, but his lips were sealed shut, having not opened since he last screamed at you to leave.

Turning the corner of the trail to the scenic view his heart was hammering in his chest. There you were, standing looking out like you always were, except he was behind you? He was standing right behind you, holding you close, as you struggled in his hold.

It took Albedo a second to realize just how close the clone of himself had you to the edge and his strides widened, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and out of the fake person pretending to be him.

“Don’t move.” He heard the clone version of himself speak up as he neared you, sword already drawn in hand ready to strike.

You stop struggling, your head snapped back to see Albedo, the real one, your Albedo behind you with his sword drawn.

“Bedo,” you whisper, lips wobbling as you feel relief wash over your body, he came in time and you knew he’d protect you.

“Impeccable timing I must say, but I was about to get my answer, what a shame.” Albedos clone smirked at the real one as he slowly turned around with you in his hold so you were now fully facing Albedo.

“Let them go.” Albedo simply stated, getting straight to the point.

“Hahaha, You’re funnier than I thought you’d be,” fake albedo chuckled, hand coming up to your face to cup it gently as he glared at Albedo. “You’ve been so mean to them latley, why the change of heart now? I was just telling them how I can treat them way more-“

“Don’t touch them.” Albedo took a step closer, sword pointing at the man behind you. You’ve never seen Albedo look so panicked, his usual soft unreadable features now showing signs of worry with his furrowed brows, uneven breathing and shaky hands.

“Ah,” fake albedo took a step back and you grasped his arms around your waist to steady yourself. “Nono, not a step closer or else.” Clone Albedo tutted, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue.

“Take another step and it’s not just me that’ll go down, the snow at the bottom looks so soft and I’ve been wanting to conduct an experiment for a while now you see. If you take another step closer I’ll have no choice but to use dear y/n here as my test subject to see if the human body will survive such a fall or if the soft looking snow at the bottom will help with the impact or not.” He explained, smile widening at Albeod’s uneasiness.

“No,” Albedo lifted his sword higher, glancing at your tear stricken face he only gripped the hilt tighter. “Don’t you dare.” Albedo spoke slowly, feeling his stomach drop with every word his clone self spoke.

“It's not you who gets to decide.” Clone Albedo glared, thumb caressing the side of your cheek as he rested his head upon your shoulder, feeling them slightly tremble. “Would you care to join me in this joint experiment of mine dear y/n?”

Another step back.

You felt your bottom lip wobble as you bit down not wanting the sob to escape. You were beyond scared, plummeting to your death was something that always made your skin crawl. What a sick twist of fate, your worst fear was being served to you on a silver platter.

“No, p-please don’t.” Your voice cracked, Albedo’s features hardened as he saw tears run down you cheeks.

Another step back.

Clone Albedo just had one more step and you’d both go down. You didn’t think your life would end in such a horrible way, the way you feared the most.

“I-I don’t want to go with you, I don’t want to be part of your experiment. Please just let me stay.” You choke out, trying to plant your feet onto the ground to stop him from dragging you back any further.

“Why?” His grip on your face tightened making you wince. “Why should he get to keep you while I get left with nothing? When he treats you so mean. I’ve been watching you both for so long. Why am I the one who has to be left all alone? All these years i've seen you have everything you’ve ever wanted, everything I could ever hope for, and yet you take things for granted Albedo, but this,” a wide smile spreads across his lips, “this should teach you to treasure the things you have, because you never know what might happen, in an instant, just like you took the life I was supposed to have, I’ll take one of the lives you were supposed to treasure.” He laughs, both his arms tightening around your waist as he let his body fall back.

Your eyes only widened, you looked at Albedo in shock as he threw his sword down, his arm outstretched to you but you felt your whole body tipping back as he did so. You stretched out your own arm in hopes to just maybe get a grasp of Albedo’s hand, just maybe.

It felt like time slowed down, you couldn’t really move so you just stood frozen as you felt yourself slowly tip back fully, the view of the sky meeting your eyes as you felt the body behind you rumble as his laughter grew louder. The weight of his body dragged you down along with him, you no longer felt the snow beneath your feet as you felt yourself get pulled down along with the clone of albedo.

A hand came into view once again, a familiar gloved one that you loved so much. Along with his hand came an expression you’ve never seen him wear, a sad, scared terrified look gracing his features. Crystal like tears rolling down his face as he reached as far as his arm would let him without letting his own body slip down too. Your hand flew up and you felt his touch, fleeting but still there and just in time.

He gripped your hand in his, his other arm gripping onto the sharp unsteady rock next to the edge to hold himself from falling down.

The pain shot down his whole body, from the very arm that was holding the weight of holding two people down to his chest. His heart was beating so loud in his ears. Though he felt as if his arm was about to tear out of its socket at any given moment he couldn’t care less about the excruciating pain he was experiencing, not when you were looking at him with such scared eyes. No matter what, he had to pull you up at all costs.

“Y-You can’t,” You choke out, clone Albedo pulling you down further making you slip a bit in Albedo’s grasp.

“Just let go, your arm can’t take anymore.” You try to stop the tears, your eyes burned from the sheer cold you felt. Your scared face making more tears spill out of Albedo’s own eyes as he shook his head.

“NO! NO I WONT!” Albedo yelled, refusing to do so, knowing he won’t be able to live with himself if he ever did such a thing. Not after what he told you earlier, not after how he treated you so horribly and hasn’t had the chance to properly apologize, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go.

Clone Albedo only laughed at Albedos struggle. He wanted to see him crumble, to see him fall into despair, to take everything that was his and to replace him, to be the better version of him.

“Trying so hard to save them? Just let go, you were screaming at them to leave earlier what’s the difference if they leave like this.” Clone Albedo yelled, as he pushed his legs against the cliff making you slip in Albedos hands just a bit more.

The rock Albedo’s was using to steady himself moved making him slip forward. The sharp rock only pierced through his glove and into his hand.

“ALBEDO, ALBEDO STOP!” You screamed, getting his attention as he faced you again, you couldn’t stand seeing him struggle so much, you knew it was hurting him but you couldn’t drag him down anymore. You knew what had to be done.

You twist your hand in his and his eyes widen. “Y/N DONT YOU DARE, STOP MOVING PLEASE, PLEASE DONT-“ he choked out, his fresh tears hitting your face as he looked down at you in desperation.

“I’m sorry love, but I can’t let you get dragged down as well.” You whisper, twisting in his hold once again as you felt yourself slip though his hold.

The look of terror on his face made your eyes blur more as you felt the clone of Albedo drag you down with him, the last thing you heard was the sound of your name being screamed from the lips of your lover. You hoped he can forgive you for making such a selfish decision on your own, but he was too important to lose, you just couldn’t drag him down too, not after all the mess you’ve caused already. All you could do was offer a smile to him as you fell, his figure leaning over the edge becoming more distant before everything went black.

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authors note: hello lovely people!! today I present my first Albedo fic woooo ^o^ pretty chalk prince time! I was unsure if I should leave it off the way I did or not LOL SORRY FOR THAT BTW but here it is! also uhhh sorry for any errors I didn’t have much time to revise but I wanted to post something. I was going to post tmr but it’s my birthday so I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do so but I do hope you all enjoy it! stay safe lovelies! -bagel ┗ (･o･ ) ┓<33

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would’ve could’ve should’ve (alhaitham x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. would’ve could’ve should’ve

ADDRESSED. alhaitham (w/ gn!reader)

STAMPS. in which you break up with alhaitham and he sees you again one year later.

CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, ooc!alhaitham (?), break-up, grammar errors, it’s mentioned that alhaitham has past lovers (which are not canon)

POST-SCRIPT. expect more angst fics coming soon while waiting for evermore <33 !!

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Alhaitham is a rational man.

It’s what helps him focus on important things that benefit him. It’s what helps him know what’s necessary or not. It’s what helps him seek truths and knowledge. It’s what helps him choose decisions without his emotions getting in the way. It’s what makes him not an emotional man.

That’s why it’s easy for him to oblige and agree when you ask for a break up. To him, relationships are just partnerships that bring beneficial things. He expected this relationship to end just like his other ones, so he wasn’t too surprised with your request.

Alhaitham could only watch you pack your things and leave the place as he bids you goodbye and wishes you well. That’s the last time he ever saw you.

He thought you’re like everyone else who got to be in a relationship with him — and for your information, he makes sure to treat them all well — you enjoy your time with him, and then break up with him.

However, unlike the relationships he had, his relationship with you is… different.

Unlike with his other relationships, his relationship with you was the longest one — to the point where you even moved in with him in his home and spent time together working in his office.

When you left, his home was a bit… emptier and quiet. He tells himself that it’s just because he got used to your presence around this place. It’s not like he misses the sounds of you humming to a song while working in his office.

It’s not like he misses seeing you in the kitchen looking through the refrigerator. It’s not like he misses seeing you in the living room reading a book, nor does he miss seeing you in the bedroom waiting for him, reading yet another novel that sparks your interest.

It’s not like he misses you dragging him outside to take him to restaurants or shops, nor does he miss you hugging him from behind and watching him work.

Besides that, his office feels strangely suffocating. He always finds himself glancing at a certain spot, only to find nothing there. He couldn’t stand staying in his office for too long, and he doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t miss anything from your relationship. Not at all.

Even when he always expects to hear the sounds of you rushing towards him for a hug when he comes home, even when he expects to see you in the bedroom, and even when he’s always reminded of you whenever he goes out, remembering the times when you took him out.

He doesn’t know why you’re different from his other exes, but he regretted it when he found out.

It took him exactly 1 year, 2 months and 1 day, when he finally saw you again after the break-up.

You look different, but in a good way. You look happier than before, and you seem pleasantly surprised to bump into him.

“Hello, Alhaitham.” You spoke to him softly with a smile. A smile which made his heart feel things.

“Hello as well, ( Name ).” He replied, his shoulders relaxing. “How are you?”

You look a bit surprised from his question, only for your eyes to soften. “I’ve been doing well. How about you? How are things going for you as the Acting Grand Sage?”

“I’ve been doing well, but it’s quite a hassle to be in such a position.” He says with a huff.

He hears you laughing lightly from his comment, which causes his lips to twitch a little from the sound. “I see you’re still you as always.. I’m glad.” You said.

Alhaitham couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to say more things to you. He wants to tell you how his home feels emptier since you left, how things aren’t the same as it used to be before he met you, and how much he misses y—

He stops himself before he could admit it.

“I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Alhaitham.” You said with a smile. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

“...Take care, ( Name ). It was nice seeing you as well.”

And with that, he watches you walk away. Conflict runs through his thoughts, unsure whether or not he should stop you and admit it.

.

.

.

“…( Name ), wait.”

You immediately stop your tracks and look back at Alhaitham in confusion. “Yes?”

Alhaitham hesitates for a moment, still unsure what to say. I love you. I miss you. I was a fool for letting you go.

With so many things he wanted to say to you, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“…I’m sorry for what I did last year.” was all he could say. He realized it’s better to let you go, so that you could be with someone else who could make you happier than he can.

You’re surprised by his words, thinking of what to say next.

“..It’s all in the past. There’s nothing for you to apologize for since you didn’t do anything wrong.” You said with an assuring smile. “I.. I’m sorry too. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

You then turn around. “See you next time, Alhaitham.”

And then you’re gone.

Alhaitham kept his mouth shut. Although his face remains as stoic as it can be, his feelings weren’t. 

Because all in all, he did find someone who makes him happy.

It’s you. 

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Villain's Princess || MHA

Pairing: Dabi x Villain!Reader

Synopsis: Dabi is really set on calling you princess. It seems he does this to annoy you, but does he really?

Words: 1.1k

As you walked through the League of Villains' hideout, the smell of cigarette smoke and burning embers filled your nostrils. The dimly lit corridors were lined with old, rusty pipes and grime-covered walls that seemed to ooze danger. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, and you knew that you were not alone in this labyrinthine hideout.

Approaching the common area, you heard a familiar voice call out to you. "Hey, princess!" Dabi shouted from behind, his voice slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter. You turned to face him and saw his wicked grin spread across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

Dabi's bright blue flames flickered from his fingertips as he leaned against the wall, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What are you up to?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed at his use of the nickname "princess" that he had taken to calling you lately. It was driving you crazy, and you knew he was doing it just to get under your skin. But you couldn't deny that it gave you butterflies in your stomach whenever he said it.

"I'm just trying to get some work done, Dabi," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Dabi chuckled, and the sound echoed through the empty corridors. "Relax, princess. I'm just messing with you. You know I love seeing that look on your face."

You couldn't help but smile a little at his teasing. Despite his abrasive personality, there was something about Dabi that drew you to him. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he always seemed to know exactly what he wanted.

As you continued with your work, Dabi hung around, making idle conversation, and occasionally calling you "princess" just to watch you squirm. But as the day wore on, you began to notice something different about the way he said it. There was a possessiveness in his voice that you hadn't heard before, a hint of something deeper than just playful teasing.

You tried not to read too much into it, knowing that Dabi was the last person who would ever admit feeling anything else than hatred and annoyance. But the more he called you "princess," the more you found yourself enjoying his tone and facial expressions concomitantly to his words. It became a secret code between the two of you, a way to show your mutual affection without having to say it outright, even though neither of you actually admitted to it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Dabi continued to call you "princess," and you continued to let him, secretly loving the way it made you feel. But it wasn't until a particularly intense battle with the heroes that you realized just how much Dabi truly cared about you.

As you fought together, you couldn't help but notice the way that Dabi's muscles rippled beneath his shirt, his movements fluid and graceful as he took down his opponents with ease. Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of calm that settled over you when you were near him.

And then, in the heat of battle, Dabi turned to you with a look of fierce determination. "Get behind me, princess! I'll protect you!" His voice was like thunder, ringing in your ears, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his words.

In that moment, you realized just how much you had come to rely on Dabi, not just as a comrade in arms, but as something more. There was a bond between you that went beyond mere friendship or even attraction. It was something deeper, something that you couldn't quite put into words.

As you moved to stand behind him, you felt a surge of emotion rise up within you. Here was a man who was willing to lay down his life for yours, who saw you as something precious and worth protecting. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before, and it both thrilled and terrified you.

For the rest of the battle, you watched in awe as Dabi fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness. His eyes blazed with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at being the one he was fighting for.

And when the battle was finally over, you found yourself drawn to Dabi like a moth to a flame. As you stood there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, he turned to you with a small, almost shy smile.

You were taken aback by the sudden display of protectiveness, but you couldn't deny the thrill it gave you to hear him call you "princess" in such a serious tone. You knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, and that thought filled you with a warmth that you couldn't quite describe.

As you caught your breath after the intense battle, you noticed Dabi looking at you intently, his eyes softening as he approached you. His usual smirk was replaced with a more serious expression, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sight of him.

Dabi gently took your arm and with his body, he covered the chaos of the battle from your sight. He turned to face you, his eyes piercing into yours, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through your body at his touch.

He spoke softly, his voice laced with more tenderness than usual. That really surprised you.

"I won’t let anything that’s mine get hurt, alright princess? So rest assured." He carefully lifted your chin and came closer to you, making you feel his hot breath against your skin. His words were simple, yet they held a depth of emotion that you had never heard from him before.

You looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and gratitude on your face. It was as if he was claiming you as his own, and it made you feel both exhilarated and nervous. You had always known that Dabi was fiercely independent and unpredictable but hearing him express his protectiveness over you was a revelation.

Despite his gruff exterior, you could tell that Dabi cared deeply for you, and his words were a confirmation of those feelings. As you gazed into his eyes, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you, and you knew that you had found someone special.

From that day forward, you wore the title of "princess" with pride, knowing that it was a way for Dabi to show the world that you were his. The term had transformed from a teasing nickname to a symbol of his affection and protectiveness over you, and you cherished it more than any other title or honorific.

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look at me.

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 ✶ you want his friend’s number ⎯⎯ enhypen x fem!rea ◜ᯅ◝ fluff pre relationship

姫 this is so silly but take this as i work on scenarios !

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“i love you and i love you.” ᡣ𐭩

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu has been hopelessly in love with you since he was fifteen. you, his muse and his reason to live as you took care of him growing up more than anyone else in his life. in fear of breaking your best friend pact and losing you entirely, yuta swallows his feelings for the sake of keeping you in his life, but he can only take so much.

warnings: college au, friends to best friends to lovers trope, lowkey ooc yuta oops, mentions of underage drinking, hopelessly devoted and lovesick yuta for reader, cursing!!! both reader and yuta cuss lol, lots and lots of fluff, ANGST, afab!reader, use of y/n, pet names, no smut in this one! slight sexual themes, reader is older than yuta by two years.

word count: 8.7k

authors note: YAAALLL i actually poured my heart and soul out into this one so i really hope it reaches your heart and soul as well! it is so so cute and i had so much fun writing it. this is definitely not the end of this au! i plan to write more short stories that take place after this one :) mwah.

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yuta was thirteen years old when he first saw you.

you were a casual friend of his older brother who had invited his entire group of friends over for a thanksgiving feast reunion amongst yourselves. yuta stayed locked in his room for the most part, from time to time lazily making his way down the halls and through the kitchen where you all sat to get a glass of water for himself, silently savoring at the food on the table.

eventually you had picked up on his lame attempts of coming into the kitchen for random excuses, concluding that he just wanted to gawk at the food and maybe score a bite or two of the pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream, sitting pretty and proud in the middle of the table.

but after various unsuccessful attempts and various defeated stomps down the hall and back to his room after every shoo from his brother, he knew he wasn’t going to get even a lick. at the end of the night when the group settled down and many began to take their leave, yuta made his way back down one more time in search of any lucky scraps left behind.

but what he found instead was you, standing in the kitchen with a white porcelain plate in your hands, a slice of pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream sitting pretty in the middle.

“for you,” you had said calmly, plate outstretched, beckoning him to take it. “i saw you come down a few times looking at it, and i think whoever brought it is taking the rest of it back home, so here.”

yuta had never spoken to a girl before, much less a fifteen year old one with the sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life on her face, but he timidly and awkwardly took the smooth plate from your offering hands, and muttered a squeaky thank you before stumbling down the hall and slamming his bedroom door shut.

from then on, yuta looked forward to the next time his brother would have his friends over, nagging at him constantly with questions of when, and even going as far as to straight up planning the hangouts himself (the location of all of them being at their house of course), but his brother would only shove him out of his room and lock the door shut.

luckily for yuta his wish was granted, and his curious eyes saw you around a lot more often than not, and you gradually became a close friend of yuta’s brother instead of just casual one. every time you came over to his house, you always greeted him with the biggest smile on your face before going into his brother’s room with the rest of the group. and over time, your greetings to yuta went from sweet smiles, to pats on the head, to ruffling up his hair occasionally, and to his personal favorite, the side hug.

you always were around in yuta’s growing life and always made sure he had gotten something to eat that day, or if he had a ride to soccer practice, or if his phone had enough battery to last him through his tutoring sessions, or even if he had someone going to watch his soccer games in the mornings (which was never).

yuta was fifteen when he realized he liked you.

“so no one is going?” you asked sharply, “again?”

yuta shrugged. “its at eight o’ clock in the morning. i don’t expect anyone to, not even you-“

“well i’m going,” you said simply, putting the rest of your textbooks away in your locker and slamming it shut. “geez not even your brother goes to your games? i’m gonna yell at him later.”

“it’s fine.” yuta shook his head and gave you a small smile, his insides twisting and contorting with an overwhelming boy crush for you. “a lot of my teammates parents don’t go either, usually only to the first two of the season.”

but not you. you went every single time, even going as far as dragging his brother with you so he could have family there to watch him play. yuta always made sure to turn and raise a hand to you from across the field, waving it side to side before getting back in the game, his heart thumping wildly in his chest with an insane sense of adrenaline to do good on the field and show off— because you were watching.

yuta was still fifteen when he realized you liked his brother.

firstly, he felt utterly stupid for not picking up on it before. yuta was always too busy staring at you and memorizing every inch and detail of your face to realize that you were looking at his brother the same way yuta looked at you. he was too busy running around in soccer fields and eating the ham sandwiches you always made for him after practices to realize how red your face would get when you sat next to his brother during his games, or when you gave him sandwiches. yuta was too busy drooling over you in his mind that sometimes you wouldn’t even notice him waving at you from across the field like he always did, your eyes trained on his brother instead, that sweet smile he was all too familiar with shining for someone else.

it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all. yuta felt like his brother always got everything and he always ended up with scraps. yuta never got a friend group like his, or a stellar reputation in a sport like he did, or people at his beck and call everywhere he went, or nominations for pointless shit like homecoming king.

but yuta didn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. he didn’t want any of that. he wanted you. just you.

but he couldn’t have you.

yuta was sixteen when he realized he was in love with you.

he had been for a while actually, and he knew it, but the thought alone of you liking his stupid brother only fueled the fire of denial to save himself from getting hurt more than he already was.

but it was absolutely pouring rain that day, his tutoring session having been cancelled last minute due to the weather, and because of this he had no ride home and no umbrella to even attempt at walking home, not that he could anyways seeing as it would take him thirty minutes to do so. yuta absolutely could not take that chance. he had his laptop in his backpack with all of his school work, and worst of all, his final project that he had been working on since the beginning of the school year, a precious green portfolio filled with notes worth more than gold to him.

yuta grumbled as he scuffed his feet against the concrete at the front of his school under a rooftop, lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance. his parents were at work, there was no way they could just drop everything and go to him (not that they would anyways), and his brother was too busy hanging out with you doing god knows what at god knows where— so even calling you was out of the picture.

at the mere thought of you hanging out with his brother, he sighed softly, sadly, and slumped down on a blue bench with his cold hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes trained to the ground.

heavy pit pats of rain smacked against the ground as he sat there in thought, the sounds of cars zooming down the wet streets as the only source of life around besides himself, seeing as it was already late in the day and everybody else had gone home. without him even noticing, the front doors beside him creaked open as he sat there grumbling.

“yuta?”

his head snapped up upon hearing your pretty voice call out to him, his eyes wide as he saw you standing there with an umbrella.

“what are you doing here?” he asked softly, standing up. yuta looked at you then and noticed your eyes were red and tired, and a shock of worry shot up his spine.

“i was-”

“are you okay?” he asked quickly. “your eyes are red.”

“oh really?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your palm, waving him off. “it’s nothing, i didn’t even notice.”

he pursed his lips, concern written all over his face as he took in your defeated expression, but before he could press any further, you spoke again.

“why aren’t you in tutoring?”

“oh they cancelled last minute,” he stuffed his hands further into his jacket and looked to the side. “i don’t have a ride home now because of it, and i can’t even walk home because it’s raining hard as fuck and i have my laptop in my backpack.”

you hummed in understanding, and even though it looked like the worst possible thing ever just happened to you, you gave him that same sweet smile he craved every time he saw you. “let’s walk to your house together. i have an umbrella we can try and fit under.”

he looked at you incredulously. “no no! it’s okay! you live down the street i don’t want to make you walk thirty minutes in the rain with me and thirty back-”

“it’s okay!” you laughed. “i would never leave you here by yourself yu, you know that.”

oh how he loved when you called him that.

his shoulders slowly relaxed, a wobbly cute smile spreading across his face, his cheeks a fuzzy pink. “okay.”

you walked together in a comfortable silence, your little umbrella just barely covering the both of you and yuta’s cheeks were still an intense pinky shade due to the close proximity, his steamy breath basically fanning the side of your ear as he huddled close to you.

after a few minutes spent walking on the sidewalk, yuta spoke up again.

“why are your eyes red?”

you immediately froze, but relaxed quickly.

“just tired s’all,” you responded weakly, but the little wobbling of your bottom lip told him otherwise.

yuta slowly lifted his hand and reached out, placing it softly on top of yours and clenching over the stem of the umbrella. the action caused you both to stop walking, your curious eyes snapping to his.

his palm felt like it was on absolute fire at the feeling of your soft hand under his, yuta’s breath trembling as he breathed out.

he swallowed. “can you please tell me why.”

your eyes flooded with tears then, and you shut them tightly as you dropped your forehead solemnly to rest against his shoulder, your frame shaking with quiet sobs escaping your lips.

yuta’s eyes softened and he quickly took the umbrella from you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. his heart thumped so hard against his chest that he could hear it ringing through his ears.

he patted the back of your head gently. “what happened? what’s going on?”

you shook your head against his chest.

“y/n..” he sighed worriedly, running a soothing hand over your shaking back now.

“i have a crush on your brother,” you sobbed.

he knew. god he knew. but hearing you say it out loud broke his heart ten times more than it did when he found out on his own.

yuta slightly pulled back, bending his knees a little to look at you at eye level, his hand on your shoulder.

“i know.”

your eyebrows furrowed, more silent tears spilling from your eyes. “you know?”

yuta nodded, smiling sadly at you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, your eyes closing as he did so. “i spend almost every second of my life with you, of course i know. i noticed.”

you sniffed.

“weren’t you just with him now?” he asked.

your eyes shut tightly again, eyebrows contorted in pain as you nodded. “i confessed to him. i wanted to tell him before we graduated next month.”

you lifted your hands and covered your face, sobbing into them. “i’ve loved him since middle school.”

loved?

yuta’s shoulders slumped as he stared straight ahead, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and stay there.

“he-“ you hiccuped. “he rejected me.”

his head snapped down immediately, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of disbelief and anger. “huh? he rejected you?”

you nodded, dropping your hands from your eyes and burying your head in his chest.

“why? what did he say?”

“he said he didn’t feel the same way—” you stopped for a moment to even out your breaths. “and that he was sorry.”

yuta scoffed, shaking his head. “what a big fucking loser.”

you snorted at that, and he looked down at you fondly, relieved you laughed.

“he… he thanked me for everything that i’ve done for your family though, especially you.”

he stayed silent.

“he said he was thankful that i was like another sibling for you, and that i took care of you.”

another sibling?

yuta didn’t say anything, that phrase like a slash through his heart while he still thought about how much of a fucking idiot he was to reject you. you, out of anyone deserved to get everything you wanted. you were selfless, incredibly sweet, the most gorgeous human being to ever walk this earth, and you had done so much for everyone that you neglected your own needs all of the time.

how could he not love you back? how could his brother not see the angel in his life that loved him, that sentiment alone an absolute privilege to have? something he would kill for?

yuta knew he shouldn’t make this about himself. he knew you were absolutely hurting and heartbroken, but he just had to know. it was eating him alive inside and out and over and over again as he kept thinking about it.

“is that how you see me?”

“hu-huh?” you hiccuped, picking your head up from his chest to look at him.

“as another sibling. is that how you see me?”

you blinked up at him, your eyes trailing over his furrowed eyebrows and worried gaze, and you hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly why.

but you nodded, slowly. “you’re my best friend, yu. you’re not just anyone to me i care a lot about you. more than most people in my life.”

for a moment, yuta looked at you blankly, his mind unable to properly register your words. he didn’t know whether he wanted to cry, call up his brother and yell at him, kiss you, or run away.

a part of him knew that too, that you only saw him as a sibling. but like everything else in his life, he buried it down and chose to pretend like it didn’t exist for the sake of his heart.

but regardless of you not returning his feelings, he would rather be something to you than nothing at all. he would rather make some type of difference in your life and have a special spot, than be an absolute nobody to you.

so he smiled. he smiled with soft sad eyes and nodded, pulling you back in and resting his cheek against the top of your head. “you’re my best friend too.”

yuta didn’t see you around much at his house after that, which he understood.

but you still texted yuta everyday and hung out with him sometimes at school, and you still went to his games and practices and made him ham sandwiches after, and you still gave him that sweet smile he loved so so much.

but he never missed how sad you got around his brother, even at the mere mention of him. he never missed how your eyes stayed glued to the ground or had a far off look to them, your arms wrapped around yourself with a safe distance between you both.

when you graduated high school, yuta was a brat the entire ceremony. he was pissed. so pissed that you were two years older than him and that he wasn’t going to see your pretty self around school anymore, which was pretty much the only reason he tolerated it in the first place.

but when your graduating class threw their caps up into the air and his family went down to congratulate his brother, yuta made a beeline for you instead.

and behind that scowl on his face that he had the entire day, his eyes were glossy.

yuta never cried.

when you noticed, your shoulders instantly dropped and you ran to his open arms, practically throwing yourself on him. “yuuu! don’t cry for me!”

“who said i’m crying?” yuta grumbled into your shoulder.

you pulled back and smiled at him, “i’m gonna miss you the most.”

yuta smiled, but then faltered, and a sliver of fear shot up his spine. was this the last time he was going to see you? was this the start of you both slowly distancing, and then ultimately falling apart? were you still going to call him and text him everyday?

as if you could sense his fear, you quickly shook your head. “you’re literally stuck with me for life. you will never find another best friend to replace me, you got it?”

you waved your little index finger at him sternly, and yuta laughed. “i got it.”

yuta was nineteen when he almost kissed you.

after you graduated high school, luckily you went to a college that was only about a thirty minute drive from his place. you were still in yuta’s life, if not way more than it was before, which he thanked his lucky stars for. you went from being a best friend of his brothers, to being only his best friend, as you and his brother didn’t really talk anymore after high school.

and to that, yuta was happy.

and when he graduated high school, you of course were there, crying and pinching his cheeks and hugging him so tight his back cracked a little bit.

he didn’t go to the same college you did (although he definitely tried but didn’t get in) and went to one that was about forty five minutes away from home, one he commuted to everyday like you did for yours.

you both got so much closer that you obliviously acted like a couple, when you weren’t. yuta would pick you up from class and drive you to lunch, pay for all of your meals and anything you practically wanted despite you fighting him every time on it. he would kiss your forehead and your cheek and throw his arm around your shoulder when you walked, he would call you baby and compliment you every single day, and he would sleep over at your house almost all of the time, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your torso.

he knew best friends weren’t really supposed to act like this, but did you? you both had grown so accustomed to it that it wasn’t a weird thing for you both, but the constant questions from your mutual friends or even each others parents was a dead giveaway that it in fact, was not how best friends were supposed to act.

but neither of you seemed to care.

“stop moving yu!” you whispered harshly as you applied an aloe vera mud mask to his face. yuta snickered, dodging your fingers every time they came close to applying the mask, with the only reason he was doing it being because it made you laugh.

you were both sat on your fluffy pink rug in the middle of your room in your pajamas, surrounded by all of your skincare essentials and even the fancy products you only pulled out on special occasions. it was one in the morning at this point and you both were still up, trying to keep your laughter to a minimum in attempts at not waking up your parents downstairs.

“baby this stuff smells kind of funky,” he commented as you applied some to his cheek.

“the funkier the better,” you responded, focused. “kind of smells like you.”

he pinched your side and you giggled, flinching away. “i’m kidding! i’m almost done, don’t move.”

yuta listened and stayed still, watching your concentrated pretty face that was practically inches away from his as you applied the mask to the rest of his face, his poor heart almost giving out.

once you were done, you smiled triumphantly and wiped your fingers with a warm damp towel. “all done!”

yuta smiled fondly at you and kissed your cheek. “thanks. is this what you put on every night?”

you shook your head, “not every night, only when i want my skin to look extra good for special occasions.”

“which is..?”

“it’s usually when you invite me over to your family events or when we eat dinner at that one really nice place by your school.”

yuta stopped at that and he felt his heart clench at your words. he didn’t know why and he usually didn’t let it, but his mind was making him believe that maybe…

no.

he relaxed again, humming in acknowledgement. you picked up a circular pink little tub compartment thing and unscrewed the cap, dipping your ring finger in the shimmery product.

“what’s that?” he asked softly, nodding his head to it.

“it’s my lip scrub!” you responded enthusiastically, lifting your ring finger and scooting closer to him. his eyes looked straight at you as you slid your finger over his lips. “it has kind of like a rough texture, it’s supposed to exfoliate your lips and make them really soft.”

his cheeks slowly turned pink, his eyes trailing down to your lips as you sat back, finished.

“here— put some on me now so you can feel what i’m talking about,” you handed him the little tub and he dipped his index finger in, swallowing the lump in his throat.

he timidly lifted his hand and pressed his finger to your waiting perfect lips, softly and gently running the product on your bottom lip before going to the top, his eyes mesmerized and nearly drooling.

yuta was practically tracing you, wanting to burn forever the shape of your mouth into his brain to remember for the rest of his life, wanting nothing more than to press his lips on yours.

but he inhaled sharply and quickly dropped his hand. “i’m finished.”

you pressed your lips together and spread the product around, “did you feel it?”

he shakily nodded, wiping his finger on the warm damp towel before handing it over for you to do the same.

you held up a corner of the towel to his lips and gently wiped the scrub away, “and now they’re soft.”

you passed the towel back over to him, and you sat back, eagerly waiting for him to do the same.

yuta swallowed again and mimicked you, except he was much slower, much more gentle over your plush lips as he subconsciously leaned closer to you that by the time he was done, his nose almost bumped with yours.

with eyes half lidded, he stared at your lips in a daze, licking his bottom lip slightly as you looked at him with wide eyes. he wanted to, so badly, to just grab your face and press your lips together, to pour the love he’s had for you for the past four years out and cherish you with everything that he has.

“yu?” you spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath fanning against his lips.

his eyes immediately snapped to yours and he flinched back like a deer in headlights. “so— so when do i take this off?” he pointed to his face. “the mud mask.. when does it come off?”

you looked at him curiously, your eyebrows slightly pinched together as you tried to make sense of what was happening, if anything even really happened.

“almost..” you responded, unfocused. “in about five minutes.”

yuta quickly nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line, his hands clenched so hard into tight fists that his knuckles turned white.

he couldn’t look you in the eye. what the fuck was he doing? he was going to scare you away if he kept doing things like this, if he kept almost slipping up and doing something that could jeopardize your friendship with him.

your trust.

you nudged his shoulder with your finger, and he finally looked at you.

“is the face mask bothering you that much?” you said with a silly smile, and yuta physically deflated, affection pumping through his system.

“no baby,” he shook his head. “i like it! i think i should keep it on for the rest of the night and go to class with it tomorrow morning.”

you snorted and shook your head, “don’t be mean.”

he raised his hands up frantically, “i’m not! you think everybody has the privilege of getting a free facial by their pretty best friend?” he held up his index finger and wiggled it side to side. “i don’t think so.”

you giggled, so much, and grabbed the warm damp towel again, scooting closer to him by your knees. you began wiping away the mask on his face, being careful of not going too rough in fear of accidentally irritating and hurting him. yuta held you by the hips, assisting in keeping your balance and rubbing little circles into your stomach with his thumbs.

your cheeks went a little pink after a bit.

as the rest of the night went on, and when you both finally settled into bed facing each other— his hand on the side of your hip, you softly traced the rather dark bags under his eyes and frowned.

“you need to get more sleep, yu. i think you’ve had these bags since you were fifteen.”

“it’s because i always grind so i can buy you a big white house with a wiener dog and a picket fence.”

you laughed a little too loud and slapped a hand over your mouth, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his as your shoulders shook. when you settled down, you removed your hand and smiled sweetly.

“only if the house comes with you.”

yuta’s breath hitched, and his eyes searched yours desperately, for any indication that maybe, just maybe, you…

no.

“what… you want me as a roommate?”

you playfully rolled your eyes and gently shoved his shoulder.

yuta was twenty years old when he confessed to you.

it was also the first big fight you guys ever had in your entire years of knowing each other.

your relationship stayed the same, two peas in a little pod through college that never seemed to go to one place without the other, so much so that when you did, people would often ask where the other half was. he loved it. he loved you so much, and he found it harder and harder and more heart breaking for him as the years went by watching you not be his in any way shape or form.

every time he visited your campus or went with you to your college parties, he noticed the lurking eyes it seemed like every guy had on you everywhere you went, and it agitated yuta more than anything else. he was still a stubborn brat, and instead of doing something about it and maybe telling you how he feels, he just endures the pain and scowls at their glances, leading you through crowds by the hand or by the small of your back.

he never really indulged in the traditional college experience like you did, and never ever talked to any other girl besides you. he never wanted to or had any interest in doing so, regardless of you returning his feelings or not. you also never really talked to any other guy besides yuta or made any mention of your dating life, people mostly assuming you both were.

yuta weaved through the crowd, trying to spot a place for the both of you to sit while you went to get drinks from the kitchen. upon finally breaking free from the pile of dancing sweaty bodies, he recognized one of your girl friends and a couple of others sitting on a long lounge sofa, her eyes perking up.

“y/n’s boyfriend! you came?”

he stopped a bit, then smiled wide.

“yeah! she’s in the kitchen now by the way, she’ll be over here in a second.”

and when you did come over, already a bit tipsy from the line of shots you got pulled into while getting drinks, you walked over to where yuta sat while greeting your friends, handing him a red solo cup. and instead of sitting in the spot yuta had saved for you right beside him, you settled neatly on his lap.

his eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets as you swung an arm around his shoulders for support and made yourself comfortable. you had never done something like this, and he swallowed the huge lump in his throat as trembling hands settled around your waist and over your lap. his arm tingled with the feeling of your thighs underneath, afraid to put his hands anywhere near them in fear of making you uncomfortable or accidentally grabbing your face and making out with you.

but the chance of that happening wasn’t anywhere near impossible, as he was already tipsy by his drink and his hand was already gently caressing over the skin of your soft plush thighs.

best friends don’t do things like this.

and he did not give a single fuck.

your boobs were practically shoved up in his face, his pinky cheeks absolutely blazing as his eyes darted to every corner of the house and anywhere else that wasn’t your tits, his lips itching to feel, to taste.

the night progressed and the both of you got increasingly more and more drunk, clinging on to each other on the couch or stumbling through the house, laughing when one of you would trip and almost face plant on the hardwood floors, leaning on to each other for support.

“your boyfriend almost knocked over the tub of tropical mix in the kitchen!” your girl friend yelled over the loud booming music, laughing.

yuta expected you to correct her, but you didn’t, and only laughed along with her.

“no it wasn’t him! it was me,” you giggled drunkenly, your arms around his neck as his were tight around your waist, your group standing off to the side of the dance floor. “he had to grab me and pull me from it!”

and that’s how it often was, just you and him. you taking care of him and him taking care of you in every way possible, trying to pay you back for all of the years you spent being there for him when he was younger and way more, simply because he wanted to.

and on a night where yuta was studying for finals in his room, his brother that was visiting from college came in and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“you studying?” he asked.

yuta nodded, not bothering to take his eyes away from his notebook, still scribbling down his notes. he never really had the best relationship with his brother, much less after what had happened with you getting rejected by him.

his brother took a deep breath through his nose and nodded. “i um… are you still friends with y/n?”

that caught his attention, and yuta’s eyes lifted from his notes to look at him. “yes? i’m with her like, most of the time. if you haven’t noticed.”

“no i have,” his brother murmured. “how is she?”

yuta took a second to respond. “she’s good.”

“that’s good that’s good. does she um- does she still have the same number?”

yuta put down his pencil and leaned back against his desk chair. “why?”

“i wanted to just catch up with her is all,” he shrugged. “i saw her when you brought her here for mom’s birthday and i hadn’t seen her since graduation.”

“catch up with her?” yuta mumbled. “since when do you give a shit about y/n?”

his brother scoffed. “i always have, yuta.”

“didn’t seem like it when you rejected her and started dating one of her close friends like the next day.”

his brother didn’t say anything, and yuta rolled his eyes at the lack of response, picking his pencil back up to continue his work.

“i still have her on social media and see what she’s up to… she posts you a lot. are you guys like— a thing?”

yuta bit the inside of his cheek. “no.”

his brother visibly relaxed for whatever reason and nodded. “i just want to talk to her again, is all. maybe buy her dinner—”

yuta pushed his textbook away, dropped his pencil again and spun around, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “fuck no.”

his brother scoffed. “i’m not asking for permission—”

“fuck no.”

“yuta i’m your brother i literally took you to school everyday and took care of you—”

“y/n did that.” yuta cut him off. “y/n gave me rides to school when i didn’t have my license and bought me food when i didn’t have a job. she also came to every single one of my games regardless of the weather and helped me with my homework when i was too stupid to figure it out on my own, everything you should’ve done.”

“that’s not true—”

“yes it is.” yuta crossed his arms in annoyance. “she didn’t have to do any of that. she never had to take care of me the way that she did but she did it anyways. she took on your role because you were too busy being a dingus doing god knows what and she knew that. y/n has done more for me than you’ve ever done in your entire twenty two years of living.”

his brother sat there in silence, yuta’s heavy angry breathing being the only thing heard in the room.

“okay well—” his brother stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “i’m just going to text her—”

“why the fuck are you gonna meddle into her life now? what… are you bored? are you not satisfied with whatever fucking girl you find up there at school?” yuta threw his arms up in irritation, his blood beginning to boil. “you treated her like shit. like absolute dog shit when you ignored her and avoided her for months after she confessed to you. do you understand how disrespectful that is?”

“whatever man it was high school—”

“and what, that gives you a pass to treat her like that? when that happened i was sixteen picking up the pieces you shit all over at your grown age—”

“i’m leaving.”

and with that, his brother walked out and slammed the door shut, and yuta was left absolutely red. red with anger he had never felt before in his life as he grabbed his notebook and chucked it across the room. he hated how casual he spoke of you, like you were just another girl he was going to try and get to know and fuck— to then leave without another word like his brother’s been doing his whole fucking life to girls. but not to you, it couldn’t happen to you.

and it was like yuta was going through the five stages of grief because then he was afraid. what if you let his brother back into your life? what if you fell for him again? you’d done it before the chances were not zero of you doing it again.

yuta didn’t want to lose you. he would rather gauge his eyes out and eat them for breakfast.

with that, yuta stumbled through his room putting on his shoes and snatching his car keys from his night stand, running down the hall and slamming the front door shut before getting in his car.

the drive was only about fifteen minutes to your house, and he felt so bad that it was nearly two in the morning and he was most likely going to wake you up, but he couldn’t stand it. he was going absolutely crazy, everything in him gnawing and eating him alive, his brother having pushed every single button in his body and more.

his tires screeched as he pulled into your driveway, thankful that your parents were away on a getaway trip as he slammed his car door shut and made his way up to your front door. yuta rang your doorbell twice before you finally opened it.

slowly, you peeked your tired eye through the slit, and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him. “oh my god yuta, you scared the absolute shit out of—”

you stopped, your face falling at his livid expression and the way his chest heaved erratically. “yu? are you okay? what’s going on—”

but yuta only pushed passed you and trudged up your stairs without another word. dumbstruck, you closed your front door with a click and locked it, following him up the stairs and into your room.

“what’s wrong?”

“my brother is visiting from college.” he mumbled, sitting stiff on your desk chair. you moved to stand in front of him.

“…you mentioned that yeah—”

“and he… he told me that he wants to reach out to you.”

your eyebrows furrowed, taken aback. “me? for what?”

“he says he wants to catch up with you, see how you’re doing. be friends again i guess.”

yuta’s eyes remained stuck to the floor like glue, and you remained silent as you processed his words, confused out of your mind.

“i mean… i mean i guess? i guess that’s fine—”

his head snapped up, “that’s fine?”

you shrugged, “yes? i don’t see the big deal i don’t—”

“baby—” he shook his head in disbelief. “he absolutely broke you and treated you like nothing in high school, and you’re fine letting him back into your life? great.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “why are you being like that? he just wants to be friends again and that’s fine with me—”

yuta scoffed. “he doesn’t deserve it! he doesn’t deserve you—”

“yuta, whatever happened between your brother and i was years ago! i’m over it! this isn’t a big fucking deal!”

you hated fighting with him, god how much you hated it, and the way that he looked at you now was making you absolutely sick.

“so you’re just gonna be friends with him again?” he shrugged, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“yeah?”

“you’re fucking stupid,” he spat, getting up from your desk chair and walking over to the door, reaching for your doorknob.

you instantly grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“what’s wrong with me?!” he raised his voice, jabbing a finger to his chest. “what’s wrong with you! do you not remember how bad you got when he did what he did?! do you really think i would stand here okay with you rekindling your little love for my brother?”

you scoffed, “my little love?!”

and before you knew it, angry tears were streaming down your face. you hated the way he was talking to you, and you didn’t know how your argument escalated so quickly and so drastically as you wiped your cheeks furiously.

and at the sight of you crying, yuta faltered slightly, his eyes softening.

“why do you think i still love him? i don’t! i haven’t since he rejected me!—”

“who says you won’t start again?” he spoke lowly, arms crossed over his chest. “my brother never had to lift a fucking finger for you to be head over heels for him. you don’t give a shit about yourself and you’re willing to throw yourself at him again—”

“shut up.” you spat, sobs raking through your body. “the fact that you’re stuffing a bunch of fucking words into my mouth and assuming i’m going to jump into your brothers arms is bullshit.”

“i—”

“is this how low you think of me?”

“no baby i don’t—”

“yes you clearly do because everything that’s come out of your mouth—”

“no! no i’m sorry i don’t—”

“then why—”

yuta shoved his hands into his hair exasperated, “because i love you!”

he let his arms fall limp, his eyes glossy and red with the most gut wrenching look on his face that read pure exhaustion. you had never seen him so torn.

“i love you and i love you and i have since since i was fifteen,” his voice shook with each word, hands trembling at his sides. “more than a best friend, more than anything in this world, and i never saw you like another sibling like you did for me.”

“fi.. fifteen?” you spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear you.

he nodded sadly, silent tears slipping down his cheeks and you automatically reached up, softly wiping them away with your thumbs as he closed his eyes, much like how yuta did when you got your heart broken by his brother on that rainy day.

yuta never cried.

“i swallowed it. you loved my brother and i swallowed it. i didn’t give a shit if you only saw me as a sibling because i would rather make some type of mark in your life and be in it than not have you at all. but i can’t take it anymore.”

he let out a sob, and he instantly shoved his face in the crook of his arm in embarrassment.

“yu…”

“you mean absolutely everything to me baby,” his voice was muffled a bit by his elbow, and after roughly wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater, he dropped his arm to look at you again. “i would do absolutely a-anything for you. you’re precious to me and the prettiest girl i have ever laid my eyes on and will ever lay my eyes on.”

he hiccuped and crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at your ceiling. “but i know you don’t love me like i love you. i’ve known for years and i just can’t bring myself to let you go. it’s so bad that i would rather you break my heart over and over again than let you go for the sake of my wellbeing and watch you walk out of my life—”

“yuta, can you please look at me?”

“i— i can’t,” he shook his head as his voice trembled, tears slipping from the sides of his eyes as he continued to stare at your ceiling. “i can’t do it—”

you slowly reached out and cupped his wet cheeks in the palm of your hands, tilting his face down gently to look at you, your eyes filled with remorse at the defeated look on his face.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked softly. “why didn’t you tell you were hurting so much?”

he shook his head slowly in your hands. “it’s not fair to you. i didn’t want to put you in a difficult position—”

“what difficult position, yu?” you spoke so gently, so sweetly to him that he almost fell to his knees. “how could you have kept this in for five years? i can’t even imagine—” you hiccuped, “i hate that you were hurting because of me-“

your voice began to contort again into sobs, and he quickly shook his head. “no baby no, it was not because of you, you did nothing wrong. you did the exact opposite.”

you wiped more of his tears with your fingers as he spoke, listening intently.

“no one gave a shit about me the way you did. not even my own parents, and not even my stupid brother that pretended like i practically didn’t exist. you were the only one that was there and you didn’t have to be. you could’ve easily ditched me at any given point and you never did, and i can’t thank you enough for giving me a reason to keep going.”

he wiped his eyes. “and that’s why i fell in love with you so hard because you were so selfless and sweet and i love your smile. i don’t think i could ever make up for everything you’ve done—”

“but you have!—” you interjected, but yuta only shook his head.

“no i haven’t. i’m a stubborn asshole who just said a bunch of shit five minutes ago that i didn’t mean and i only hurt you and i never wanted that—”

“yuta.” you spoke firmly. “you’ve literally done more for me than anyone else in my entire life and i hate that you can’t see that or give yourself credit. you were there for me when i went absolutely insane after your brother rejected me even though you loved me then. you put your own feelings aside to take care of me baby..”

you softly took his hands and led him to sit with you on the bed, wiping his wet cheeks with your sleeve.

“do you not remember when even though you didn’t have a job, any chance you got money you would spend it on me instead of yourself?” you laughed softly. “the minute you got your license you drove me anywhere i wanted… and even to little things like the store because you said you didn’t want me to spend gas money.”

yuta slightly smiled.

“you never ditched me either, when there was every opportunity you could’ve. you always make sure i eat and get enough sleep… and you make me so happy yu, i wish you could see how much i miss you when you’re not around.”

he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in, softly planting a kiss to your cheek. you smiled warmly.

“who told you i didn’t love you back?”

yuta froze. “you did?”

“when?”

“the day my brother rejected you?” he cocked his head to the side. “i had asked you if you saw me as another sibling and you said yes.”

you threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god yu, of course in that moment because i was stupid and into your brother and i had just gotten rejected!”

you deflated and smiled at him warmly then, your eyes shining with emotions he didn’t allow himself to believe were there. for five years, yuta forced himself to believe you could never return his feelings as a form of protection, and now there was a huge wall in his brain that was itching to come down.

you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads touching. “ask me again.”

“hm?” he was dazed, wide eyes staring into yours.

“ask me that question again,” you spoke softly. “the one from that day.”

yuta swallowed thickly, his breathing shaky through his nose, reiterating the phrase he played through his head like a broken record since it happened.

“as another sibling…” he murmured. “is that how you see me?”

you shook your head gently against his forehead, “no… to me—” you leaned back slightly and tilted your head to the side. “you look like the man i’ve been in love with for the past three years.”

silence. nothing.

and then, his eyes welled with tears as he tackled you down and just cried. he cried and he cried into your neck and shook like a little leaf, you holding him so unbelievably tight as your bottom lip wobbled. yuta’s arms were snaked around you as he held you with just as much force if not more.

half a decade. half a decade yuta spent hopelessly lovesick for you that your words burned over his entire body like a fever, his mind reeling and hazy. he held on to you so fucking tight and refused to let go of you, in fear that this was all just some horrendous sick dream and he was going to wake up alone in his bed without you.

you placed a hand on the back of his head as you hugged him, “i love you so much yuta that sometimes i feel like im going nuts.” you laughed softly. “it was always you… it’s been you that’s why i said earlier that i didn’t care if your brother wanted to be friends again, because i love you and i don’t give a shit about him and i’m sorry i made you upset—”

“no,” he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and looked at you, his cheeks flushed with dried up tears and red eyes. “that was just me being an absolute dick and scared of re-living high school all over again. i took that out on you and that wasn’t fair at all, baby. i’m sorry.”

you carded your fingers through his hair. “we both have things to be sorry about, and a lot of years to make up for.”

and finally, yuta grinned so big that his cheeks hurt.

“can i—“ he exhaled shakily. “can i kiss you?”

“please.”

and he smashed his lips against yours, greedily kissing you with so much desperation as he lip locked with you, his hands squeezing and roaming your body. the sound of your lips smacking was loud, and his kisses were so needy and sloppy against your soft plush lips that you squeaked at the intensity. you felt him grin again at your noise and he pulled away from you.

“i’ve wanted this for so long…” he breathed out, his breath fanning against your face as you tried to recover from what was probably the best kiss of your life. you nodded frantically, too dazed and caught up in the thought of his mouth on yours to respond with sentences that made sense.

he chuckled cutely at this, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i love you and i love you.”

and since then, it was like the final wall had finally crumbled down, and yuta began to live like he was supposed to, like he was meant to, with you. his days of yearning and silent torment were over, and most of the time it still felt like a dream whenever he was by your side.

things stayed relatively the same between you two, as you now acknowledge how much of a couple you both actually were acting prior to yuta’s confession. the only major difference now though, was that yuta earned the privilege to call you his and give you sweet kisses as he picked you up from class, or when you make and hand him those ham sandwiches you always do just for him, only this time adorned with a honeyed kiss of your own.

sitting on his living room couch now, your head resting on his lap as a random horror movie played in the background, yuta’s fingers gently brushed over the features of your face as you stared at the tv, his eyes stuck to you like sticky lovesick glue.

you turned your head to look at him after a bit. “why don’t you start playing soccer again?” you hummed. “is there a team at your school?”

yuta nodded, “there is baby.”

“why don’t you try out?” you smiled sweetly at him, and his heart ached. “i always loved watching you play. i miss it.”

“okay,” he tapped your nose. “just for you.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “and i’ll start dragging your brother with me again.”

yuta’s eyes flung open as his jaw dropped, and you snorted, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled and pinched at your sides. “i’m just kidding! i’m kidding! i’d rather die.”

he let out a boyish laugh, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “as much as i hate him, i can’t thank him enough for being a stupid dingus.”

you quirked an eyebrow, “thank him? why?”

yuta gently and softly pinched one of your cheeks as he smiled at you, and it was then that you noticed the bags under his eyes were nearly gone. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, moving some of your hair away from your face after he did so.

“because he brought you to me.”

and you smiled, that same radiant sweet smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, as you reached up and ran a tender finger under where his eye bags once stood, your voice light and airy as you spoke—

“i love you and i love you, yuta.”