One Fateful Full Moon

ㆍ ☾ ㆍ One Fateful Full Moon ㆍ ☽ ㆍ

☾ Nevermore Academy AU

Psychic!Isagi Yoichi x Reader

Synopsis: Nevermore AU! Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, this time however… it was different. This time it involved you going to the woods and being attacked by a werewolf.

Warnings: Nudity (nothing NSFW though), violence (?), general Wednesday Netflix series shenanigans, but not everything is based on Wednesday so some things might be different, perhaps swearing.

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The weather is cold… too cold for him to be sitting outside with nothing but his uniform on. Then again, when is it not cold at Nevermore Academy?

He admits he should’ve worn his jacket, but did he? No. Absolutely not. He feared that he might’ve regretted the circumstances far too late now.

So here he sat, among his teammates, who last he remembered, were playing charades in the middle of the courtyard like no one was watching.

“Smelly breath?” Bachira guessed, earning a head shake of disapproval from Kunigami.

“A person with smelly breath?” said Igarashi. “That’s what he said you dumbass!” chided another.

“Well, then I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to be” again, Igarashi rebuked. Kunigami on the other hand, persisted even though no one knew what he was trying to act out; flailing his fingers around his face as if it was supposed to imitate flaring. Was he trying to act out a face on fire? Isagi couldn’t tell.

“It’s not a face on fire is it?” he tried to guess, but Kunigami shook his head once again. Well, it was worth a shot.

“It’s a Demogorgon…” Chigiri chimed in unenthusiastically. Somehow his answer was correct…

He usually doesn’t mind the cold all that much, but this is too cold even for him. He wondered how the rest of his friends seem to be holding up, despite not wearing any additional cold-weather attire.

“Seriously? How’re we supposed to guess Demogorgon from that”

"I've never even seen one before"

With that, the group broke out into small rebuttals and snide remarks, but Isagi was far too occupied with holding in a shiver to actually join in on the group’s chaos.

His demeanor finally broke when a strong gust of wind blew past them, and his hands flew to his sides in a pathetic attempt of protecting himself from the cold breeze.

The bell rang, much to his delight. So he quickly picked up his bag and said his goodbyes to his teammates before walking into the school building, where the temperature is arguably warmer than it is outside.

As he pushes through the ocean of students, he notices that his eyesight starts to get blurry– usually a telltale sign that he was about to get a vision. You see, Isagi is a psychic… He had the ability to foresee the future; and around the time when he first joined Nevermore’s soccer team, his visions only became more intense and vivid.

He found a way to sharpen this ability, of course. He’s even learned to use foresight to predict his opponent’s next move. Some might argue that this is an unfair way to play sports, but when you’re in Nevermore, outcasts are encouraged to hone and embrace their uniqueness. 

So using his visions as a means to an end isn’t an outrageous thing to do… not when others can use telekinesis to move the ball in their favor, or when Gorgons use their power to petrify their opposing team– not to mention werewolves tend to be super strong and fast, so they’ve got that as an advantage already.

Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, since his visions only tend to occur when he’s feeling a particularly strong emotion, like being hyped on adrenaline. This time… it was different.

He’d bumped into you in the hallways, and you quickly apologized before walking away, thinking nothing of the encounter. 

But from his point of view, he saw flashes of a dark sky… trees… forest… a full blood moon, and… a creature…

No… not just any creature. A werewolf… a really mean-looking one.

He saw the beast lunge at him before attacking, then the vision flashes to an image of you, laying on the ground under a tree. You were injured; mostly your body was tattered with scratches, probably inflicted by the beast he saw earlier.

He finally came to when another student bumped into him. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but the repercussion of his vision prevented him from forming coherent thoughts in his head. In the end, he could only watch you as you disappear into the swarm of students, forcing him to walk away, afraid that if he dwells on you for too long, he might be late for class.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about the vision he’d just had. Worrying over the fact that you might be in danger. True he doesn’t know you all that well; he does know your name and you’ve spoken from time to time, but that is as far as his knowledge about you goes. He doesn’t even know what kind of outcast you are, but even so… his opinion of you stands in a positive light.

Needless to say, you’re not a stranger. If there was a chance that he could stop you from being gravely hurt, he should take it. The reason why the vision came to him in the first place was probably so he could prevent it from happening, right?

Without putting too much thought into it. He set off to find you after equipping himself with appropriate things he might need later on to face the feral werewolf.

Thankfully Isagi’s used to going to soccer training after class, so Bachira didn’t really question him when he left their shared dorm after classes and told him that “I’d be out late”.

His blue eyes fell upon the bright white orb in the deep navy sky. His boots prowled through the heaps of leaves that scattered across the earth's floor. To his dismay, the sky started pouring at a rapid pace. The ground beneath him became a lot softer, and inevitably it makes it hard for him to navigate through the forest. He should’ve brought a raincoat.

The pitter-patter of the rain and the booming of thunder didn’t help make it easier for him to find his way either– but by some miracle, he stumbled upon a familiar sight of a wooden sign standing a few feet from where he stood. He recognized that sign from his vision. This is the path you took before you got attacked by the werewolf. Now the question begs… where were you?

In the distance, through the sound of falling rain, he hears a screech. Although your voice sounded strangled, he could still recognize it. So he ran in your direction, lightning speed as fast as his feet could take him. He can hear your pained screams and gurgles, mixed with occasional howls and growls; in the back of his mind, he’d hoped he was not too late.

He eventually reached a clearing, and as he halted, so did your voice.

There was no one there… he was all alone… and whatever footprint was left to help him trace your steps would have been washed up by the rain. Aimlessly, he started scanning the area. He wanted to call out to you… to someone, but he’s afraid that by doing so, he might alert the werewolf of his presence instead.

He backed up a couple of steps before hearing a loud thump behind him.

He freezes. Then… from behind him, he heard a monstrous growl. Isagi didn’t need a vision to know what was standing behind him

His body turned around faster than he could even blink, and there stood behind him was the werewolf he saw in his vision. It stood on top of a rock and its stance tells him that the monster was ready to pounce. Suddenly the memories of the vision came rushing back to him.

The vision of the werewolf lunging forward and attacking…

That vision was going to happen. The vision he saw wasn’t of the werewolf attacking you, it was of the werewolf attacking him. You were probably long unconscious somewhere, that’s why he had a vision of finding you injured.

The beast roared before charging at him, just as his prediction foretold. Luckily he dodged the attack in time. He's probably got a few scratches on his palm now, but he'll worry about that later.

He was swift enough to get back up, grab a wooden log nearby, and smacked the werewolf across the face when it jumped at him again. Though, remembering that this is probably a fellow student, Isagi made a mental note to not be so rough.

He was about to give the beast another blow to the head when he stumbled on the wet slippery concrete beneath him. Curse the rain… why did it have to rain now of all times.

When the monster came running at him at full speed, he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket to grab the one thing he brought that could possibly save him from this quandary. Sleeping Stardust.

A small amount should be able to put even a mountain troll to sleep, but sleeping stardust isn’t known to be very effective when used in the rain. Isagi could only hope for the best as he throws the dust at the monster’s direction. With his eyes closed, he waited for his demise… luckily, the Grim Reaper has yet to make a visit.

The monster jumped back upon making contact with the sleeping stardust. It squealed and whimpered, shaking its head around; presumably trying to shake away the dust that had gotten into its eyes. Eventually, the werewolf fell to its knees.

The sleeping dust is working…

Then the beast dropped to the ground and fell unconscious.

Isagi let out a sigh of relief, but he wasn’t done here yet. He quickly got up to find you, however before he could take a step, the sleeping werewolf transformed back into its human form. The figure becomes more and more familiar the more human it becomes.

Finally, once the werewolf fully transforms, realization dawned on him like an anvil tied to a piano falling from the sky.

You were the werewolf…

Once the shock subsided, Isagi rushed to your side and wrapped his hand around your shoulder to pick you up. How stupid could he have been to not realize that the vision wasn’t of you being attacked… it was of you attacking him.

He pushed those intrusive thoughts aside. Right now making sure you’re okay is his priority. “Hey! Hey you okay?” he called out, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your ear. He then presses two fingers on your neck to check your pulse.

He knows sleeping stardust isn’t lethal, but he just had to make sure.

Your body slightly squirmed in his grasp as your eyes slowly crack open. “Oh thank God…” he breathed out, then he slowly helped you sit down. You asked what happened, and he told you,

“You wolved out… I’ll explain later once we find shelter… here, can you stand?” he said extending his hand to you, and you took his offer gladly before attempting to stand up, but ultimately stumbling as you tried to steady yourself.

Isagi was quick to react and catch you before you end up falling to the ground; you thank him.

He hadn’t noticed this before with everything else practically overwhelming his better judgment, although now that your body is literally pressed against his, he can no longer ignore the fact that you are stark naked before him.

“I-I’m sorry I–” you started, “I’ve never um… this is the first time…” you tell him. 

By now he’s pieced it all together– this is your first time turning, hence why you were so aggressive towards him. Werewolves tend to have that effect when they first turn. They lose control of their humanity and the beast within completely takes over. Some are lucky enough to be able to be in control from the start; clearly, that’s not the case for you…

He had it all figured out, he really did... just... right now his brain is too bewildered to even comprehend intelligible thoughts. He could practically feel his face heating up, and his mind drawing a blank.

“I…I–well uh…” whatever brain cells he had left in his head had now flown out the window.

Have you not realized that you’re completely naked? Sleeping stardust does tend to make the consumer unaware of their surroundings for a little while. But regardless of how numb and unaware you are right now, you must be freezing cold.

“Ah!” he gasped, finally realizing the most important thing at the moment. “You’re probably freezing! H-here! Take my jacket!” he stuttered profusely, as he covers your body with his blazer.

“O-Oh… thank you,” you say, finally realizing your indecent apparel. You hug the blazer tighter, hoping it’ll help you cover up, but his blazer could only cover so much. He then guides you to a cave nearby where the two of you will take cover until the rain stops.

“Are you comfy? Cold? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks. He helps you to sit down, even though you insist that you’re capable of walking and sitting by yourself. It’s kind of endearing how doting he is of you.

Once the two of you settled, you waited for the rain to stop

“So… what were you doing out here?” he asks, likely to defuse the tension between you. “Mh… I wanted to clear my head… my family uh…” you paused. “They can be overbearing during the full blood moon… y’know since I… haven’t turned and all'' Isagi felt like he was prying now, he felt bad for asking.

“Heh… I guess they don’t have to worry about that anymore though” you say, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. “What about you? Why are you all the way out here?” you return the question.

“I dunno’ intuition I suppose” he replied, perhaps a little way too honestly than he would’ve liked; before he could take back what he said, he heard you giggle. God, you sound cute when you laugh.

“I’m glad you followed your intuition… who knows what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t here to help” you feel him stiffen when you lay your head on his shoulder. If you were fully aware you’d probably pull back and apologize, but right now you were way too tired to even notice. Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and fell asleep again.

The sleeping stardust must’ve not worn out yet, Isagi thought. So he let you sleep beside him as he waited for the rain to stop.

He prays that the rain will stop before everyone wakes up. Otherwise, he might end up getting called to the principal’s office for coming out from the forest in the early mornings carrying a naked student in his arms. That would be a difficult situation to explain.

For now though… he’ll let you sleep. 

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look at you, looking at me

cw: 1.3k wc, this is my entry for @gojoath's yandere collab! this armin comes with charm and a hint of obsessive behavior, it's quite short but i haven't written anything in a minute so i hope you'll still enjoy :)

“Uhm— excuse me?”

The soft voice peels your attention away from the thick book you’ve been immersed in for the past minutes and you suddenly find yourself focusing on delicate features, azure gaze limpid yet hesitant boring into yours.

“I’m so sorry, is it okay if I sit here? The cafe is packed, I’ve been waiting for half an hour now” a tentative smile stretches rose shaded lips “and, well, I could only gather enough courage to ask because we’re kinda here to do the same thing. Unless you’re waiting for someone” the smile grows wider, cheeks dusted with a pink so pretty as he holds up the same book you had started reading just yesterday on the subway.

A little taken aback, you smile too and his dimple gets a little deeper in turn.

“Sure, take a seat! I’m not waiting for anyone”

Armin graciously lets his backpack slip from his shoulder onto the floor and places the battered copy of Les Miserables on the table, at measured distance from your latte. You fixate on the book as he wanders off to place his order, not before offering one last relieved smile and uttering a thanks so quiet it almost gets swallowed by the voices murmuring at different tables and the sound of the coffee machine behind the counter.

The book is worn out, with black ink stains smeared across the fore edge, rendered thicker by what you assume are colorful sticky notes used for annotations. Is he studying it? Or is he just one of those readers who are the complete opposite of you? Always so careful, almost reverent with each title: your fingers explore attentively, to feel the furrows that make each page special, invisible irregularities that make you smile and bring comfort until you truly can’t resist anymore and bring the book up to your face to give it a quick sniff. When you encounter a paragraph or a sentence that you can’t risk forgetting, the palest trail of a pencil is the only thing you use to highlight it.

When the stranger comes back with his cappuccino, cocoa powder sprinkled on top, it’s a bit disappointing that he simply sits down across you and picks up the book once more without uttering a single word. Usually you’d simply go back to reading too but he has nice hands with fingers that spread prettily to hold what’s not exactly a light book, the afternoon sun is hitting his fair hair just right and you’ve been sitting in silence for enough time to crave a chat—

His gaze travels up from the page that had his brows furrowing and you’re so embarrassed to be caught staring with the same intensity some lurker would have.

“God, sorry” you chuckle nervously, blood suddenly simmering underneath excessively layered clothing, “it’s just… you seem to really like it. The book, I mean. I’m always scared to ruin the ones I love the most but yours seems just as loved”.

He smiles and a pretty blush sets on his cheeks as one hand timidly scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, I mean, love changes things. I like looking back at the things I loved and seeing how different they are compared to when I first got them, you know?”

“Yeah” you smile back “yeah, I think I know what you mean. Would it be weird to ask about the notes you’re taking?”

“Of course not, but I’d ruin the book for you. To keep it vague and spoiler free, I usually highlight dialogues or descriptions that really impress me. If they remind me of authors or poetry I have already explored, I expand on the concept and add my own thoughts. It’s messy and very underwhelming once you actually go through it” his awkward smile radiates warmth and, hell, you think it’s attractive.

“You sure make it sound anything but underwhelming, though” you deem the chuckle you elicit a small victory, so it’s only natural to finally introduce yourself.

Armin utters his name with bashfulness, he’s aware it sounds odd but your reaction to hearing it for the first time is the one thing he wouldn’t have been able to predict. You say it back: Armin. Wow! Are you from Germany? I think it comes from Arminius. Yeah, sorry, I have a Classics degree!

Armin.

It sounds so much better when you say it and he licks his lips by a weird reflex that tastes like coffee instead of the sweetness of your chapstick: you’re wearing it today too, not really one for lipsticks, the dim lights of the crowded cafe accentuating the mild shine of your pretty lips. 100% natural, moisturising peppermint lip balm. He can’t wait until he’s alone once more to apply the waxy consistency to his lips with his index finger, just like you always do.

“Jean” Armin replies to your question with ease, his thoughts are already wandering off but you certainly don’t need to know that as you take a sip from what he’s sure it’s a latte gone cold “not only because he shares one of my friends’ name. I just love that he embodies hope, even in such darkness”

He knows you’re gonna love Enjolras and perhaps even Eponine, conflict and tragedy always, inevitably luring you in. Armin wouldn’t love you as much if you weren’t so fascinated by pain: the movies you usually pick, all the plays you have watched with friends and family, even those ridiculous true crime podcasts you listen to at night right before going to bed, show that you have depth, that you’re interested in the fundamental sorrow and evil that lies in everything human.

Not in you. The pettiest thing you ever did was getting the last twix from the vending machine at your workplace, to get back at your idiotic colleague. You’re incapable of being selfish or wicked and that’s what worries him the most, that’s what keeps him awake at night and urged him to finally bring himself to come out into the open.

It's a little unfortunate: he hates ruining books and had to visit a couple different shops to find an edition that would match yours, hours spent cracking the spine, aging those brand new pages, adding empty colorful sticky notes and random stains. Tea, coffee, ink, the explosion of an old but elegant fountain pen, different bookmarks to make the book look thicker, fuller, filled with thoughts that never really existed. He's read it while in high school, hated every page, each character, dialogues and painfully detailed descriptions a never ending agony that used to fuel his nightmares as a student.

Most importantly, Armin is far from having everything ready for you just yet. But man, was this worth it. You’re more beautiful than ever up close, your voice is as smooth as the satin of the pink ribbons he has bought for you. Now Armin’s certain they’ll match the color of your eyes just right.

“You have a friend named Jean? That’s so cool!” you lean forward over the table, it’s imperceptible but, like an opposite magnet, he’s instantly drawn to your floral scent.

“He’s okay” he chuckles with sincere affection “always drags me along for the most insane hikes”

You huff, sympathetic.

“Ouch. I hate hikes” of course you do “I’d probably just ghost him”

“Tried that. He has the keys to my apartment so he simply dragged me out of bed at the crack of dawn”

You wrinkle your nose adorably.

“Damn, that’s some dedication. Maybe I’ll end up meeting this Jean guy and convince him to leave you alone”

Armin freezes in his seat. Ths first thought that crosses his mind is not a chance in hell.

He’ll keep his friends away from you, Jean and Connie and Eren, with their charming smiles and good looks and lame jokes you’d be too polite not to laugh at. You’re too good for them, you’d be too good for anyone, the thought of you sitting in a coffee shop on your own is already torture. You truly don’t realize how hideous and dangerous the world and its people can be.

“What’s that face?” the silver tinkling of your laugh is a pleasant interference for increasingly febrile thoughts “you weren’t even going to ask for my number, after all this?”

Armin blinks his surprise away, heat spreading in his chest with the intensity of fireworks explonding in the night sky.

He licks his lips again.

Armin as Bella Swan

impossible future

armin arlert x gn!reader

content: fluff, very soft, slight angst, implied sex but non-explicit, one curse word, during time-skip, implied that it’s the day before the attack on Marley.

words: 1.4K

He was always wondering where you were. It was strange, really. Before meeting you, he never had anything that plagued his mind other than the thought of a vast world outside the walls. He would picture fiery lands and cold mountains, inspired by the pictures in his books. He would even see those sights in his dreams, imagining what it would be like to ride his horse through those magical landscapes, his friends by his side. Maybe even the air would smell different, perhaps sweeter than the scent of blood and shit he was so familiar with. Every night he dreamt of this world, the taste of freedom on his tongue.

Now, he dreams of you.

Especially at times like this. When it was quiet and late into the night, and he knew, he feared, how dangerous tomorrow would be. Even his trusty book, with its few pages loose and damaged from the years of flipping through it, wasn’t distraction enough. He trailed his fingers over the fading pictures, brushing over them with a gentleness only he possessed, and sighed. What he failed to notice was how your careful gaze was observing him in silent worry.

"You look tired."

He startled, the beautiful sound of your voice, delicate and concerned, digging him out of his reverie. When he raised his head from his book, he was more than ready to take in the sight of you, his beautiful angel who still made him blush even after months of intimacy. And you didn’t fail to disappoint him, your form standing in the opening of his private tent. He felt immediate relief.

"I didn’t think I would see you tonight," he smiled faintly, the light in his once bright blue eyes dimmed but not yet extinct. Your expression mirrored his, tired and worn out with years of sleepless nights and deadly expeditions. You turned to close the slight gap in the tent’s opening, tying the knot and smoothing the thick fabric, thus forbidding the outside world to enter your little haven.

"Hange was done with the last few details of the plan, not that I was much help to them anyways. I figured I’d come see you…" you trailed off, words left unsaid. It might be the last time we ever see each others like this. After all, you were about to set the world on fire and you doubted you could come back from this unscathed.

Well, Armin would never miss an opportunity like this one. He raised from his chair, carefully putting the worn book aside. You stood there, quiet and sleepy, unmoving as you admired him. His face was illuminated by the dimming candlelight, and while he walked the few steps that separated the two of you, you took in the intricate details of his features. It had been impossible not to fall in love with his complexion; faint freckles on his sun kissed nose, long blonde eyelashes kissing his cheeks with a blink and the soft, inviting pink plump of his lips. He called you an angel, and yet he was the otherworldly one.

The rest of his body was just as beautiful, strong yet surprisingly gentle, seemingly untouched by hunger and pain. But you knew better. You noticed how his eyes seemed to hold the burden of war and duty. You remembered oh so clearly the nights spent crying silent tears or screaming ugly sobs in each others arms. The fear of losing each others, the horror he felt at the thought of losing control and annihilating everything around him, losing friends and dying with dreams unfulfilled. These nights were all too familiar. You desperately sought for nights where gentle touches and private smiles were exchanged.

So in this moment, when you knew that if you extended your hand right in front of you, you could touch him and feel at peace, nothing could hold you back. Therefore, the only logical choice was to move forward.

And he immediately caught your extended fingers in his warm hand. You could never comprehend how soft his palms were, even after years of harsh work and training. Every soldier you knew had their hands hardened by years of slaying Titans and fighting to survive. Armin was just different, you thought. He slayed with his tongue and battled with his mind. It seemed the only purpose for his hands was to gently hold yours.

You pressed your palm on his chest, eager to feel his heartbeat. You never went a day without feeling his pulse soothing you. And he let you. The atmosphere outside the tent was tense, soldiers either readying themselves for what tomorrow would bring or drinking until they couldn’t stand. However, right in the middle of your little world bathed in candlelight and soft touches, everything seemed timeless, free from burdens and duties.

Armin leaned towards you and pressed his cheek against your forehead. He enjoyed the feeling of your warm skin against his own, your steady breath hitting his neck and your hair tickling his cheek.

"You know," he started, your skin warm, his heartbeat steady, "I’ve read about this type of fish in the ocean that we’ve never seen before. In the book, they call them 'sharks'."

You hummed, your eyes half lidded with sleep. "Sharks?" He nodded, and in a moment of tenderness, he tilted his head to kiss your cheek before returning to his previous position. You couldn’t help but smile.

"Apparently they are predators of the sea, vicious and dangerous. They come in all shapes and sizes, and they’re all hunters. The book even mentions how they have teeth sharp like razors and that they possess the ability to smell a drop of blood in the water from long distances."

"They sound quite awful. Build to kill." Your mind conjured the sight of a deadly sea animal, with teeth long and sharp like swords, eyes scarlet red and a body as big as those Marleyan boats.

"Maybe they’re just misunderstood," Armin whispered. His voice felt like a saccharine melody dripping into your soul and his hands started playing with your hair. "Perhaps it’s in their nature."

For a second, you noticed how his voice trailed off, mind lost somewhere you couldn’t follow.

"Then we should befriend them," your silly suggestion tugged a smile on his lips. "After all this. We could find out where they like to swim and build a little house there. Even if it’s in the middle of the sea." You pressed your cheek to his chest and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "We could observe them and maybe we’ll discover that they’re not so bad after all. Perhaps the biggest ones are the friendliest, the most gentle and caring sharks of all. And we’ll use your beautiful talent with words to rewrite history books and make sure those creatures are never misunderstood again."

"It seems you’ve got it all figured out," he chuckled. Walls, he loves you so much.

"Of course," it was the most obvious thing after all. Were you to survive all of this, you knew you’d spend the rest of Armin’s days exploring beyond the sea with him and befriending the world. "We’ll build our cottage, we’ll even get a dog, or three, and we’ll ride our horses onto the beach," you were mumbling against his shirt and you only now noticed how you both had unconsciously started to sway together, dancing to the music of your future.

"We could open a bookstore," he suggested, and his eyes lit up at the thought. It seemed you had both decided to ignore your impending doom. It was much more pleasant to picture yourself with Armin, walking on sandy beaches hand in hand, playing with your dogs in the fields, cooking delicious meals together, and making love into the night.

"With… lots of books in all sorts of dialects." You felt yourself dozing off, yet you fought sleep with all your might just to appreciate the moment for just a second longer. "A whole collection of books dedicated to sharks. And… multicoloured seashells and rocks to brighten up the place."

"Hmm," his eyes were closed, lost in the fantasy. Acting on instinct, he slowly and gently guided the both of you to the bundle of blankets you had accumulated on his cot over the last few weeks. You followed without question and giggled when he tugged your body so you both fell on the pile of softness. "Let’s make plans for tomorrow then."

You smiled gently and settled next to him. You tangled your legs together while he wrapped the thin blanket over your bodies.

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

He knew that tonight he would be dreaming of you and your impossible future together.

☆༻ Daddy? No... Mommy ༺☆༻

Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your fiancé, Katsuki, oddly reminds you of your mother in the most bizarre way possible.

Warnings: crack(?), swearing, mild innuendos, mentions of the reader having a mother that acts very much like the typical (Asian?) mom. For the record I'm Asian... pls don't come for me

A.N: I’m on BNHA brainrot lately, so I puked this out in the midst of my finals. 

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You know how mothers wake up super early in the morning and start washing the dishes and cleaning the house super loudly? Banging the vacuum cleaner into every single nook and cranny in a passive-aggressive manner in an attempt to wake you up?

Well, that’s how Katsuki is with you.

In your defense, you don’t even wake up all that late. You may even consider yourself an early bird. Still, compared to someone who goes to bed at precisely 8 PM, he wakes up way before the sun even peeks over the horizon (but that’s beside the point).

Every morning, your fiancé would slide out of your shared bed to brush his teeth, shower, get dressed, and get started on some of the house chores. All of that you can deal with just fine– you’d find it helpful even.

What you absolutely can NOT tolerate was that he would make it a mission to do all these menial tasks whilst being as deafening as possible like he’s got some kind of personal vendetta against you.

However, you’ve always known him to be a rather loud and brass individual, so you don't put it against him at all at first. One night you did end up having trouble sleeping, so when the inevitable sound of pans clanging against each other invaded your slumber, you couldn’t help but get a little irritated– regardless, you tried to keep a level-head, and told him to quiet down next time.

“The neighbors might hear and complain” you reasoned, to which he replied, in a classical Bakugou Katsuki fashion: “To hell with the neighbors!” 

It still hadn’t bothered you much at that point. Until it eventually dawned on you that he was doing it on purpose. You hadn’t even noticed until you heard him muttering under his breath one time as he vacuumed the bedroom floor, practically ramming the end of it to the bedroom wall.

“I have to do EVERYTHING myself around here…”

Immediately, your eyes shot open. That attitude of his hit WAY too close to home for you to ignore. 

It reminded you of how your mother would complain all day about how absolutely no one in the house would help her do the chores as she goes and cleans the house. 

It reminded you of how she’d wake up at the break of dawn every single day and FOR SOME REASON decided that the entire world needed to know what she was doing. She absolutely will NOT stop until every single person in the house is awake– neither will your Katsuki.

Suddenly all of his sour “Finally, you’re awake”s make sense to you. The passive-aggressiveness was as clear as day now.

To say the least, this knowledge you’d just discovered left a bitter taste in your mouth. So, out of your own volition (and pettiness…), you waited… and waited… until the clock struck 4, and outside, the sun has barely yet risen from the sky.

You start doing YOUR list of chores as loud as possible. 

A mischievous smile stretched across your face when you hear the angry stomps coming down the stairs and finally into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

“Jesus woman! Can you be any louder?! Have you any idea what time it is?!”

“Oh finally you’re awake” you mock his tone of voice without batting an eye at him. “Are you being smart with me?” he retorted. And here you thought he couldn’t sound more like a mother.

You could’ve sworn he sounded more like a mother than both your mothers combined.

“Baby, don’t you have work early today?” you inquired innocently. “Why don’t you go back to sleep for a little bit? Breakfast would be ready by the time you get up, I promise” you finish sweetly, and you can see his anger melting away at the softness of your voice.

The moment would’ve been tender if not for the fact that you were actively trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Katsuki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to contemplate your suggestion or to stay and say something else– he chose the latter.

“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re being so goddamn loud?” normally he’d be a lot more livid, but you’ve come to realize that the older he gets, the more he starts to mellow out… as mellow as Bakugou Katsuki can get at least…

Plus he’s had a very long day at work yesterday, not to mention he was held back for a while so he had to come home later than usual last night. It almost makes you feel guilty for doing this to him, but you were already far too deep to turn back now anyway and you needed to prove a point.

“I don’t know… you tell me… how am I supposed to sleep when you’re being so loud every morning... mom?” 

That’s when it finally hit him…

Perhaps you should count yourself lucky that you decided to do this on a day when he’s particularly worn out. Otherwise, he might just serve you up on a silver platter to eat for breakfast… and I don’t mean that in a pleasant way– but regardless, you smile cheekily as you see the irritation grow within him.

“You insufferable brat…” he said, barely whispering. He took slow sluggish steps towards you before wrapping his arm around your middle and pulled you closer until your back presses flush against his sturdy front.

God, you simultaneously hate it and love it when he's tired.

On one hand you feel bad for him when he pushes himself to the point of exhaustion, on the other hand you love how much more cuddly and soft he becomes when he's tired.

“Did you really have to wake us up THIS early just to prove a point?” he asked, almost in disbelief. Your response to him was simple, short, and genuine…

“Oh I haven’t slept…”

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chapter one ━━ leaving the country

fun facts!

━━ y/n and eren’s parents are close friends that is how she made it into the group

━━ y/n‘s parents own a development company and own a bunch of different buildings across nyc

━━ y/n used to do cheer with historia but then quit to focus on fashion

authors note: kinda a short first chapter but we r just setting stuff up yaaaa 💪💪 gossip girl?? 😮😮 who is it??? tbh idk yet but we will find out one day. also adding fun facts to this bc they’re - gasp - fun!

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