They Wouldn't Understand

They Wouldn't Understand

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley x trans masc! Slytherin! Pureblood! Reader // slight! Molly Weasley x platonic! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings:  internalized and externalized homophobia/transphobia, dysphoria, ABUSE, lowkey torture, use of dead name (dead name will be used as Tamsyn to try and prevent any mention of your own dead name!), large (but also kinda rushed) buildup, nsfw joke at the end (last two lines), secret relationship (and it being exposed)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Posted from my old account. Sorry for the spam, I just wanted to go ahead and post all of these fics from my old account

Nothing was okay anymore. He felt fine, maybe even safe, at school. But now? It was summer. School was over. That meant he had to go back to his house. To those “parents” of his that always strived to make his life a living hell.

No one even knew how bad it was. As his friends waved to him, and as his boyfriend (albeit in secret, but they were still dating) sent him a small smile while he walked over to his colossal family, the gravity of everything fell onto his shoulders. Nobody knew how bad it was. Hell, most people didn’t even know he was who he was. Only a few people knew he was trans or into men. Both of which were frowned upon. 

He wasn’t normal by any means, but these two struck him deeply. Why couldn’t he follow in his parent’s footsteps? Why was his entire life against the people he was supposed to love? Why wasn’t he a she?

Those thoughts rattled in his mind as he left the train station, moving to grab hold of the house elf’s hand. His parents didn’t even bother to show up. Typical, honestly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been picked up from the station by his parents. Only by the house elf. 

Briefly, he realized that he was definitely not going to be perceived well at home. His boyfriend had loaned him so masculine clothes to help with dysphoria, and he couldn’t just change out of them on the train, so he was forced to disapparate to his house in the masculine clothes with a binder on and a semi-realistic looking packer that was just a pair of socks in his pants. This was not going to turn out very well, he already knew it.

The loud crack! had been mostly ignored. No one came to see him or greet him at the door. Almost with a goal in mind (to change out of the masculine clothes into something hopefully more feminine but not dysphoric-so), he hurried to the stairs. He was almost there, stepping onto the first step when his mother walked into the entryway.

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Even after being used to the words, he flinched. A year at school where people called him a boy had changed his mindset ever so slightly. “We have a dinner party tonight.” He didn’t turn around, afraid of her reaction to his appearance. “Tamsyn.” She said, her voice becoming more stern as she drew closer. “What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

He panicked briefly, praying there wasn’t an indication of whose clothes he had on in the fabric, or design, or even the tag. “Nothing, Mother, just going to change from my school clothes.” 

She tsked slightly, “Tamsyn, you know it's rude to not look at someone while having a conversation. Turn around.” He hesitated. “I will not repeat myself.” He followed the instructions timidly. He heard her gasp. “What is this?!” She seemed to be enraged. She called for her husband as tears gathered in his eyes and fear gathered in his chest. 

As soon as his father came out, he knew he was done for. His father’s eyes scanned his body, narrowing his eyes at the almost non-existent chest and the very existent bulge in his pants. “Tamsyn? What is this?”

A sudden wave of courage passed over him as he spoke, “I- uh, I’m trans! I’m a boy, not a girl. My name isn’t Tamsyn-”

Laughter cut him off. “You? A boy? You are the farthest thing from a boy!” His mother laughed, “When you were pulled out of me, the doctor yelled that you were a girl. Trust me, we would have been better off with a boy, but we had you. Go upstairs and change. One of your fancy dresses. Our daughter will not be embarrassing us tonight.”

The courage was still present. While he knew it was a horrible idea, he spoke again anyway. “No! I’m not going to be your stupid puppet! I’m not a girl. I am a boy. There’s nothing you can do to change that fact!” 

A sudden wave of anger coursed through his parent’s face. “You had better watch what you’re saying, girl. Or you’ll be in a lot of pain.”

He stood his ground, only barely trembling in fear. “You can’t change this. I am a boy-”

The shout of a curse almost made him freeze in total fear, however the spell moved faster, forcing him to the ground as he screamed in pain. Complete agony and pain washed over him, wave after wave. He was crying and screaming, his voice hoarse. He had never expected his parents to go this far at all! What was he thinking? His parents were right! How could he think he’s anything more than a pathetic little girl?

After a few moments, the pain waves stopped. He shivered from the pain, trembling in fear. “So, dear, had enough? Gonna go change into the most beautiful and girly dress you own? The bright pink one should be good.” His father almost taunted.

“Oh, no, no. She can’t wear that one! You’re going to wear that new one I bought you.” There was a twinkle of hatred in her eyes. “The real revealing one. That way, you can see all of your feminine traits. Maybe we’ll get you a husband tonight. The Malfoys and Zabinis are coming tonight.” 

The urge to throw up was overwhelming. With little disagreement, he nodded to his mother and turned to walk up the stairs. When he reached his room, a house elf was already there. She gave him a sad look. “Mitsi is sorry, Master.” She murmured. She helped him change, as pain flared every time he moved. She gestured for his packer and his binder. “Mitsi was instructed to take these and burn them.” She said sullenly. Choking on emotion, he handed her the objects that helped him through so much. The only things that truly made him feel like a boy. Right in front of his face, she snapped and the things burst into flames. 

Without much disagreement, he climbed into the elegantly made, yet extremely provocative, dress. Mitsi beside him nudged him into a chair. “Mitsi was instructed to give you makeup.” He looked at his reflection as he was transformed into someone who was not him. As he was transformed into someone he was “supposed” to be.

Once Mitsi was done, she left the room. As soon as she left, tears welled in his eyes. He refused to let a single one fall, in fear of it ruining his makeup, or in fear of his mother seeing his ruined makeup.

His name was called and he took a deep, straggly breath. He urged himself to walk down the steps and into the main hall, where his parents were greeting the families who had come for dinner. 

“Ah, finally. Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Mr and Mrs Zabini, this is our lovely daughter, Tamsyn.” While the adults took a look at him in interest, their children looked at him with utter disbelief. 

“Pardon me, Mrs L/N,” Blaise Zabini spoke up, eyeing his classmate oddly, “I was under the impression you had a son? I wasn’t aware you had a daughter.”

With a forced laugh, his mother responded, shooting him a deadly glare. “I suppose you must be mixing us up with another family. I apologize, but I’ve only given birth to a girl.” The adults shared a laugh, as if it was some kind of joke. Draco and Blaize gave each other a confused look, speaking through their eyes. Y/N avoided their gazes as best as he could. 

Dinner was a mess, and by the end of it, his parents had a pleasant surprise for him.

“Well, I suppose the news should be announced.” His mother started, dinging a spoon on her glass. She smiled at the families. “The adults have been talking about the best move for all of us, and we have decided that Tamsyn is to be married to Blaize once of age!” The drop of cutlery startled his mother. His hand was empty as he stared at his plate. He was in a happy relationship. This was not supposed to happen. This was wrong! All of this was wrong!

“No.” The word came out before he could even stop it. “No, I refuse to marry him.” He gave a slightly apologetic look to Blaize and he returned the gesture with a nod, telling him he understood.

“This is not up to you, darling.” His mother said, trying to keep her anger at bay. “This is the best solution for our family.”

“This is the best solution for you! This has nothing to do with me!” Tears fell from his eyes, now. All of those pent emotions he had been feeling were coming out tenfold. “You keep trying to ruin my life! Well, congrats. You’ve succeeded. You don’t have any right to tell me who I am or who I have to marry! I’ll shout it from the rooftop if I can!” He stood up, climbing onto his chair. “ I am Y/N! I am a boy and I can choose who I want to marry! You have no control over me anymore.”

The anger in his parent’s eyes was monumental, not even describable. The guests left fairly quickly after that, claiming they were ashamed of how the night went. That left his parents in even more immeasurable amounts of anger.

As soon as the Malfoys and Zabinis left the property, the sound of the loud crack! echoing through the house, they turned towards him. “Have you any idea what you’ve just done?” His father’s voice was near silent. A terrifying edge to his tone.

“You’ve cost us everything.” His mother continued, stepping towards him and slapping him across the face with enough force to throw him to the floor. “You’ve ruined our name!”

The silence after the final shout was broken by screams as the cruciatus curse was thrown in the situation again. Again and again. He felt like he was on the brink of death. The pain was agonizing and he wanted to give up. He truly did. But he couldn’t let himself die. Not from these people. After they stopped (something about not being able to kill him because that would tarnish their reputation even more), they practically waltzed away from his agonizing pain. He was numb, but also felt so much pain. His body was confused. He couldn’t tell anything. 

He was surprised to feel a hand fit into his. He glanced up to see Mitsi. She gave him a small nod, “Mitsi takes you to the friend from the letter house.” She had to have meant Ron. There was no one else sending letters his way.

Within moments, he was outside the door of the Burrow. Mitsi was gone as soon as she had appeared. With the last remaining strength he had, he knocked as loud as he could. He hoped someone would hear, despite it being late. Sure enough, as his eyes fluttered shut, he heard steps making their way to the door.

When he woke up, he was expecting a lot of pain. Well, a lot more pain. He was sore and it hurt to move, but he wasn’t in excruciating pain like he had been when he showed up at the Burrow. The Burrow… His eyes widened and he forced himself into a sitting position. His head spun and his head fell back again. He groaned, earning the attention of someone from the other room.

“Oh, dear me! She's awake!” A woman mumbled to herself. “Dear, do you know where you are?” He nodded, but hissed at the feeling. “That's good, dear. Do you know who I am?”

“Mrs Weasley, I presume.” He muttered. She nodded.

“Alright, one more question then I’ll get you some stew. What happened?”

It took a moment to even realize what happened. What had happened? He was struck many times. Too many times to count. “The curse.” He murmured.

Molly gasped, “Oh my, do you mean the pain curse?” He nodded numbly. “Oh, who would do such a thing?”

“My parents.”

She looked furious for a moment, “Oh, Godric! That’s horrendous!” She paused for a moment. “Sorry, dear, let's get you out of these clothes. They’re filthy!” He glanced down, noticing the sweat stains and blood and tear stains on the corset and the dress itself. “I’m sure my daughter has-”

“No!” The word came out of him with more fear than he had expected. “Please, no. I- I’m not a girl.” He seemed to almost be convincing himself.

Molly paused for a moment before nodding, “Ahh. Let’s see then. You look about Ron’s stature. Let's get some of his clothes, alright?” He nodded, extremely grateful for the reaction she gave. It was only a plus to be in the comfort of his boyfriend’s clothes. Speaking of, where was he?

“Mrs- Mrs Weasely?” He asked when she returned with a pair of loose fitting pajamas. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, so you know the whole family, eh? They’ll be home soon, dear. They just went to play some Quidditch with an old family friend. Been gone for the last two days. Should be back sometime today.” Just as she said that, the pair heard a loud whooping noise from outside. “Or, perhaps, they’re here now.” She closed a curtain that was surrounding the couch he laid on, which he had just noticed was there. “I’ll make sure they don’t disturb you at all.”

“Wait- Can- Can I see Ron?”

She blinked in confusion, “I suppose. Are you friends with him from school? Gosh, I thought you had graduated! What year are you in?”

“Same year as Ron, ma’am.”

“Oh, goodness me!” She seemed to have to leave to collect her thoughts, so she just left. He closed his eyes, imagining the things Ron would say when he saw him. Perhaps he’d be pissed that he was there? Ron was always so secretive about their relationship. Or perhaps he’d be joyous? Confused? Maybe, and he hoped this was true, maybe concerned? 

It didn’t take long to figure out. The curtain shuffled aside and someone stepped in. He didn’t open his eyes to find out for sure, but he had a pretty good clue when he heard a quiet gasp.

“Angel?” Ron muttered quietly. “What- What happened to you?”

His eyes finally opened as Ron leaned beside him. “My parents finally found out I’m trans.” Fury lit up in his eyes. “They also didn’t like how I refused to marry Zabini.”

“Why? Why didn’t you just marry him? Then you wouldn’t be here like this!” Ron mumbled.

“Because I love you, my love. You are supposed to be my happily ever after.”

“It can’t be a happily ever after without you being alive and yourself.” Ron looks at his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing a deeper feeling in them. “You don’t believe them, right?” 

“What?”

He leaned closer to press a kiss to his forehead, “Your parents. You don’t believe them when they say you’re a girl, right? You are the manliest man I know. You are pure man.”

Y/N laughed quietly, “Yeah, okay.”

“No, I mean it. Like a huge macho-man. Big muscles and you can eat a whole ton because that's just something boys can do, is eat a lot of food-”

He laughed louder this time, alerting the rest of the family. “Stop! You know that’s not how it works!”

“Sure, but it made you laugh.” His laughter continued as he pulled Ron up into a kiss. When they pulled away, Ron leaned his forehead on his boyfriend’s. “I don’t understand what you’re going through. But I know it's hard. I just want you to know that you are my boyfriend. Hear that? You're my boyfriend. I love you.” It was the first L-word to be spoken in the relationship.

“Ron, I- I love you too.”  His eyes drooped, ready to put him into a lulling sleep.

“Sleep well, Angel. Okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He smiled slightly, closing his eyes and getting comfortable, hissing softly over some bruises. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Once he was sure his boyfriend was asleep, Ron left the curtained room. His eyes quickly fell upon the rest of his family as they stared at him. He blinked in surprise, not expecting them all to be there (he was only expecting Fred and George- maybe even Harry or Ginny).

“Uh, yeah, I’m gay.” Ron said awkwardly. 

“Kinda gathered that, mate.” Fred quipped.

“Yeah, just a bit late.” George responded with a subtle laugh. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

He shrugged, “Me and Y/N were keeping it under wraps, so we decided to keep the fact that we’re both gay a secret too. If his family found out, well you see what happened. “

His family nodded. They were all silent until Harry clapped his hands together. “Okay, how long have you been together? Have you had a first anything? Kiss? I love you?”

George and Fred supplemented an example simultaneously, “time?” 

“You’re sick.”

Theo with reader who has beautiful curls,like really really pretty girls but they cut their hair really short because their bad influences friends convinced them?

Unwanted Haircut

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary ; When your bad-influence friends convince you to cut your beautiful, long curls, you feel a deep sense of regret and sadness. Theodore Nott, your devoted boyfriend, is heartbroken and furious at the sight of your new, short hair. Along with his friends—Mattheo, Draco, Pansy, Astoria, Blaise, and Lorenzo—he confronts and insults those who led you astray. Desperate to help you, Theo races to the hospital wing and begs Madam Pomfrey for a hair-growth potion. Through his love and determination, your cherished curls are restored, reminding you of the unwavering support and affection from your true friends.

A/N ; Enjoy!

Warnings ; None

Word count ; 1.2k+

Theodore Nott loved many things about you—your infectious laughter, the way you cheered him up on his worst days, and especially your gorgeous curls. Your hair had always been a striking feature, long and full of beautiful, intricate curls that framed your face perfectly. You were his Adonis, and those curls were like a crown.

But lately, you'd been hanging around some new friends. Bad influences, as Theo liked to call them. He didn't trust them, and neither did your close friends—Mattheo, Draco, Pansy, Astoria, Blaise, and Lorenzo. They were worried about the impact these new friends were having on you.

One day, Theo noticed you were acting strange. You avoided meeting his eyes and kept your head low. It was only later, in the Slytherin common room, when Theo finally saw what had changed. Your beautiful curls were gone, replaced by a short, uneven cut. He felt like his heart had been ripped out.

"What happened to your hair?" Theo's voice was a mix of disbelief and horror.

You mumbled, "My friends thought it would look better short."

Theo's face twisted in anger. "They convinced you to cut your hair? Those idiots! They don't know anything!"

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I thought it would be a good change... but now I just feel awful."

Theo's fury was palpable. "This isn't just about your hair, love. It's about how they convinced you to change something so fundamental to who you are."

He stormed out, leaving you feeling even worse. Theo didn't stop until he found his friends. They were huddled together in the Great Hall, eating and Theo wasted no time.

"Do you know what those morons did?" he spat, his voice dripping with rage. "They convinced Y/N to cut his hair!"

Mattheo stopped eating for a second and his eyes darkened. "They did what?"

Draco sneered, placing his fork down. "Those fools are going to regret this."

Pansy smirked. "Let's give them a piece of our mind."

Astoria and Blaise exchanged glances, both nodding in agreement. Lorenzo cracked his knuckles, ready for a confrontation.

The group marched through the corridors until they found your so-called friends. The confrontation was immediate and brutal. Mattheo gave one of them forceful push, making all of them turn around to face Theodore and the rest.

"You have no right to mess with Y/N like that," Mattheo snarled.

Draco stepped forward, his voice icy. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Pansy, never one to hold back, added, "You're nothing but a bunch of idiotic bitches that has nothing to do in their lives other than bring others down."

Astoria and Blaise piled on, each insult sharper than the last. Lorenzo's final blow was the most cutting. "You guys are nothing but just a fucking useless, bunch. Do you lots have nothing better to do other than to criticise everything Y/N? So fucking pathetic. Stay the hell away from Y/N or we will get you kicked out of this damn school."

Your friends were left speechless and humiliated, scurrying away like the vermin they were.

But Theo wasn't done. He raced to the hospital wing, nearly tripping over himself in his desperation. He burst in, breathless, and faced Madam Pomfrey.

"Please," he begged, "I need a hair-growth potion. It's urgent."

Madam Pomfrey looked up from her work, frowning. "Mr. Nott, potions are not to be given out lightly. What is this about?"

"It's for my boyfriend," Theo explained, clear discomfort in his eyes. "His friends convinced him to cut his hair, and he's miserable. Please, Madam Pomfrey."

Her stern expression softened slightly. "It's not a simple request, you know."

Theo dropped to his knees, hands clasped together. "I'll do anything. Please."

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Get up, Mr. Nott. I'll see what I can do."

She handed him a small vial after a few tense minutes. "Use it wisely."

Theo thanked her profusely and rushed back to the Slytherin dormitories. You were sitting on your bed, looking utterly defeated. Theo approached you gently.

"Hey," he said softly, sitting beside you. "I got something for you."

You looked up, curiosity mingling with your sadness. Theo held up the vial. "It's a hair-growth potion. I went to Madam Pomfrey and begged her for it."

Your eyes widened. "Theo, you didn't have to—"

"I did," he interrupted. "Because you deserve to feel like yourself again."

You took the vial from him, hands trembling. "Thank you."

Theo smiled, his eyes filled with love. "Go on, drink it. Let's get those curls back."

You downed the potion, and almost immediately, you felt a tingling sensation on your scalp. Theo watched in awe as your hair began to grow back, the curls returning in all their glory.

Tears of relief and gratitude streamed down your face. "Theo, thank you. I can't believe you did this for me."

He pulled you into a tight embrace. "I love you, curls and all. Don't let anyone ever convince you to change something so beautiful about yourself."

You clung onto him, feeling more loved and cherished than ever. With Theo and your true friends by your side, you knew you would never let anyone dim your shine again.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that evening, you and Theo sat by the fireplace with his hand running through your hair in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by your friends. They all seemed to share in Theo's relief at seeing your curls restored.

Pansy leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, we gave those idiots a good piece of our minds."

Draco smirked. "More like tore them to shreds. They won't be bothering you again."

Mattheo nodded, a satisfied look on his face. "Yeah, they looked like they'd seen a ghost."

You smiled, the warmth from their support filling your heart. "Thank you, all of you. I don't know what I would've done without you guys."

Astoria reached out, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're one of us. We protect our own."

Blaise added, "And besides, those curls are too perfect to be messed with."

Lorenzo chuckled. "Exactly. Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

As the night went on, you felt a sense of belonging and security that you hadn't felt in a long time. Theo's arm around your shoulders, the comforting presence of your friends, and the return of your beloved curls all combined to make you feel whole again.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

In the weeks that followed, you distanced yourself from the bad influences who had convinced you to cut your hair. Theo and your friends were always there to support you, reminding you of your worth and helping you stay true to yourself.

One afternoon, as you and Theo walked by the Black Lake, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I was so scared when I saw you without your curls. Not because of the change, but because I saw how much it hurt you."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there. "I know. And I'm sorry for letting them get to me."

Theo shook his head. "No, don't apologize. Just promise me you'll always be true to yourself, no matter what."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around your heart. "I promise, Theo. And thank you for reminding me of who I am."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Always, love."

As you continued your walk, hand in hand, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you had the strength and support to overcome them. Your curls were more than just a physical feature—they were a symbol of your identity, your resilience, and the love that surrounded you.

And with Theodore by your side, you knew you would always have the courage to be yourself, no matter what.

Honey (Kaeya x M!Reader)

CONTENT WARNING: Internalized homophobia, cursing, alcohol/drunkenness, fist fight scene and mentions of blood

Before Reading: this one-shot uses the f-slur a few times but please keep in mind that I am a lesbian who has been called this word many times in the past so I am reclaiming it through writing. like in the content warning, this story is basically all internalized homophobia so if this subject makes you wary - please don’t read! story is under the cut for sensitive topics

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hello ~! could you do a quiet/cold male reader x kaminari,, like he goes 😐 at everything unless it’s denki doing something dumb LMAO

I was gonna do a drabble but it turned into a full fic so-

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Kaminari x reader - Cold Stone Short Circuit

⚠️warnings - none, kaminari acting stupid

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Come on-! Not even a smile!?”

Sero exasperatedly huffed out, running a hand through his hair. (Y/n) grunted, more interested in the small rip in his pants than Sero.

“Dude...give up, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile all year.” Kirishima whispered into Sero’s ear. Sero sighed in defeat. He’d been trying to make (Y/n) laugh or smile all morning, to no avail. Not even the stupidest of dad jokes could get him to crack.

“Can I go back to my seat now?” (Y/n) rubbed at his eyes. He was kind of tired. Maybe if he was quick he could take a small nap-

“Wheeey~! Wheeeheheeey~!!” Kaminari stumbled into the classroom, a goofy expression on his face and his hand turned up into thumbs-up signs. He twirled around giddly, before tripping on his feet and faceplanting onto the ground. Sero chuckled, while Kirishima tried stifling his laughter as he helped Kaminari up. He must’ve short-circuited or something.

“Man, I’d probably die before embarrassing myself like that, huh (L/-”

Sero stopped dead in his tracks when he saw (Y/n), the cold and silent (Y/n), covering his mouth, averting his eyes, and to top it all off, the faintest of blushes spread on his face. Sero gawked at the foreign expresssion (Y/n) was making.

He was blushing.

Sero looked from (Y/n), to Kaminari sprawled out on his seat, and back at (Y/n’s) blushing face.

Oh?

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“Kaminari! Yo-dude! Kaminari!” Sero nudged Kaminari awake from his spot on the common room couch. It was after classes now, and Kaminari was taking advantage of that. Kaminari jolted awake.

“Wh?”

“I need you to do something dumb for me.” Kaminari deadpanned. Sero looked at him expectantly.

“Like...dumb what?” Kaminari rubbed at his heavy eyelids.

“I dunno! Something ‘Kaminari-like!’ I wanna see something.” Sero gestured in the air, thrusting his thumbs out and mimicking Kaminari himself.

“What am I gettin’ out of this?!”

“I don’t know! Whatever you want! I just-“ Sero eyed the elevator door as it slid open. Out stepped (Y/n), walking next to mina, with his usual deadpan expression. Sero pulled Kaminari up hurriedly. “Hurry! Go, go! Short-circuit or something!”

“Wh?! Why?! Yo-! Dude! Chill!” Sero was pushing Kaminari towards (Y/n) not-so-discreetly. Kaminari started pushing back.

“Stop resisting-! Just! Do it!”

“Hell no! What am I even supposed to do?! Ack!” Sero and Kaminari were full on wrestling now. They didn’t even realize when they ended up on the floor, grabbing at each others arms and rolling around like pigs in mud.

Sero heard Mina’s usual bubbly laughter, as well as her doubling in on herself while she was laughing so hard, but he couldn’t quite see (Y/n) from his point of view rolling around with Kaminari.

“Hey! What is this? Are you tryna fit Kaminari inside a Pokeball or something? Ahahaha!” Mina gasped between phrases, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. She immediately stopped when she heard quiet, almost inaudible stifled snickers from next to her.

She looked at (Y/n). A bright, bubbly expression hidden by (Y/n’s) hands peeked through, trying his best to muffle the growing snickers erupting from his mouth. Mina stared without shame as (Y/n) had to turn around, almost wiping tears from his eyes with how hard he was keeping in his laughter. It was the ‘happiest’ Mina’s seen him.

Eventually, (Y/n’s) senses came back down, and he straighten up, his usual dead expression back on his face. He turned to Mina. “That was a...funny joke...”

He timpered off into the kitchen as calmly as he could, hoping Mina didn’t notice the big blush on his face as he left. Mina turned to Sero, and they seemed to understand the same thing only by making eye contact.

Kaminari was the only person able to make the ice cold rock that was (Y/n)...laugh.

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(Y/n) flinched when Mina threw herself over (Y/n’s) back, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in the process. (Y/n) gave her his normal deadpan glare, in hopes it would deter her from...whatever it is she was planning, but alas, to no avail.

Mina smiled a mischievous smile. “Heyyyyyy (Y/n)-y (Y/n)~”

“We aren’t on a first name basis.”

“You’re so cruel!” Mina pouted, but quickly shook it off. Her scheming smile returned to her face. “Anyways!”

Mina pulled (Y/n) out of the 1-A classroom, dragging him to a secluded spot in the hallways.

“Ashido-san, class is starting soon-“

“You totally like Kaminari! Right?! You like him so that’s why you only laugh or smile at stuff he does, right?!” Mina’s booming voice defeated the purpose of isolating themselves for a secret conversation. (Y/n) tensed up. He’s pretty sure the whole damn school heard.

Mina noticed the way (Y/n’s) cool demeanor cracked a bit. She smiled even wider, if that was a possibility.

“You toooootally like Kam-!”

Mina almost choked on her spit when (Y/n) abruptly put his hands over her mouth. (Y/n) shushed her violently, with the biggest blush Mina’s ever seen him with. It was like talking to a completely different person.

“S-s-shut up! People will hear you-!” Mina wriggled her face loose from (Y/n’s) hands.

“Holy shit! Are you stuttering?! You never stutter!”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

(Y/n) shook Mina around by the shoulders. The desperate, flushed expression on his face was priceless. The stone cold (L/n) (Y/n) blushing. Over being teased. Because of a boy.

“O-o-o-kaaaa-aa-y-!” Mina gurgled out. Her voice was unstable and shaky with the way (Y/n) violently shook her around. He stopped, and dropped her shoulders from her grasp. It was silent for a while.

“...”

“...”

“...ok but like-you toooootally are crushing on Kaminari, right?!”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. His voice dropped from the high pitched screaming he was doing, back into its normal, monotonous tone.

“If I tell you, will you shut up about this whole thing? This conversation and Kaminari?” Mina vigorously nodded. (Y/n) sighed, and shifted his head to the side.

“....I-I may like Kaminari-san just...just a little bit.”

Mina squealed. “Kyaaaa! I knew it! You two would be sooooooo cute together, I’m just sayin’!”

(Y/n) bit his lip to keep him from blushing too much. Mina excitedly waved her hands around, going on about how cute they would be together.

“But don’t tell anyone I told you...! You’re satisfied just knowing right?! I don’t want to really do anything about it, I’m fine watching him be stupid and stuff.”

Mina eyed him down skeptically, before brushing it off and shrugging.

“Oki-doki!” Mina made a zipping motion on her lips. (Y/n) sighed in relief.

——

Remember when Mina swore she wouldn’t tell anyone? Yeah. Yeah that didn’t really last very long.

“Kaminari! Don’t tell anyone I told you! Y-you heard nothing-!” Mina had her arms flailing about in Kaminari’s room, having accidentally spilt everything about (Y/n) and his feelings for him. Kaminari was freaking out in his room.

“M’not gonna tell! Swear! Swear to fuckin’ god I won’t!”

Silence. Heavy breathing could be heard from the room after Mina and Kaminari’s post-freak out.

“...ok but do you like him back though?”

“Of course I do! Why the fuck wouldn’t I?!”

Mina squealed, her voice enough to rival a tea kettle.

“Aaaaah!” Mina buried her face into her hands, before shooting up and pointing a finger at Kaminari sharply. “But don’t tell (Y/n) that I told you if you ask him out! But like-ask him out you know? Just leave me outta this I don’t wanna be blamed-“

“Totally, totally!” Kaminari rubbed his chin. “But I wanna take things slow, y’know? Be all suave and make him swoon for me and shit~”

“Pfft. Like you could ever.”

“Shut up! Just you wait!”

——

‘Play it cool, Denki...play it cool...’

Kaminari repeated those words in his head nonstop the whole day. Ever since Mina’s slip up yesterday, he could help but be hyper aware of (Y/n) all day. Every time he walked by, every time he asked for a pen in that distant cold voice, hell, every time he breathed.

‘Play it cool...play it cool...you can do it, Denki..”

It was lunch now. Some how, the gods decided to bless Denki with the opportunity of snagging a seat next to (Y/n). It was the gods offer, totally not Kirishima, Sero, and Mina all shifting so the only empty spot was next to (Y/n). Bakugou, however, couldn’t care less. How did they get someone as quiet as (Y/n) to sit with them in the first place?

Kaminari rigidly plopped down in his seat. Mina facepalmed, as if she were saying ‘You’re being too obvious, chill out dummy!’...or something like that.

Kaminari shakily exhaled, and dug into his food. Food will occupy his mouth. And when his mouth is occupied he can’t say dumb things.

Every things going smoothly. All he has to do is get through hero training without doing anything dumb, then afternoon classes, then maybe try and get a little closer to (Y/n) today. It’s a plan...a very slow acting plan, but it’s a plan...

——

Without doing anything dumb, he said. Don’t do anything dumb, Kaminari said.

His head felt all woozy and stuffed with cotton the moment he went just a little too far with the electricity today in hero classes. Hey, it’s not his fault Bakugou came at him with the heat of a thousand suns...

He stumbled his way back into the 1-A classroom, smiling dummy and jutting his thumbs out without a care in the world. Hmm. Maybe he should go eat a hamburger after school or something. Wait, did he plan do something after class? If he did, he sure as hell couldn’t remember.

Kaminari sloppily threw the big classroom door open, letting out a mindless huff and rubbing at his eyes. Damn, that door is fucking huge. He stared up at the door for god knows how long, until he felt someone squeeze past him gently.

“Excuse me, Kaminari-san.”

(Y/n) brushed by his shoulder, drawing out a small “muh?” From him.

Pretty. So pretty. Pretty boy, ahh...he’s so handsome. Kaminari’s monkey brain went into overdrive. (Y/n) is so handsome today. Scratch that, (Y/n) is handsome everyday. Kaminari wanted a kiss. Kiss him all over. Ahhh, he’s so attractive it made his legs all weak.

Without thinking-well, it’s not like he could’ve thought in that moment-Kaminari was waddling his way to (Y/n), before draping his whole body across (Y/n’s) back in a back hug. (Y/n) made a low, choked, surprised noise while Kaminari nuzzled his cheek happily.

“Wheeeeheheey! (Y/nnnnn)~! Chu..!Haah...ahaha....wheeey~!! Chu...chu...!”

Kaminari pressed sloppy kisses to (Y/n’s) flaming red cheeks. Mina, Sero, and Kirishima physically turned their heads away in second hand embarrassment. Kaminari continued throwing himself onto (Y/n).

(Y/n) looked like he was about to explode. His cool, neutral face was inflamed with a heavy blush, sweat was running down his forehead from trying to keep his laugh in, and he was biting his cheek so hard he swore there was going to be a mark there later.

“Hehe...like you! I like (Y/n)! Like-like! Ahaha! Yay~!” Kaminari’s babbles broke down walls and walls and walls of (Y/n’s) defenses. The blush on his face just got impossibly deeper.

Kaminari wrapped his jelly arms around (Y/n’s) waist. (Y/n) raised his arms up instinctively, letting out a small, surprised squeak in return. Hold it in, hold it in, hold it-

“...wanna hear (y/n) laugh-! Warai warai~!”

Kaminari tickled (Y/n’s) waist, burying his face into (Y/n’s) neck and pressing against his body.

(Y/n) sputtered, choking into a big, cry-sounding laugh. Kind of like a motor starting up. He helplessly tried prying Kaminari’s hands off while laughing so hard his stomach hurt, and all everyone could do was watch. Watch as (Y/n) laughed so hard he could probably pee himself.

“P-pleA-! Ahahahaha! S-stop it! Sto-pffft ahahaha-!” (Y/n) cried out, desperately trying to push Kaminari away. His arms felt like jello in his grasp, and his stomach began to hurt from laughing so hard.

Sero gawked at (Y/n’s) newfound expression. He, the cold, emotionless, silent (Y/n)... laughing his ass off purely because Kaminari was tickling him. He felt like fainting. He turned to Mina, who was recording the whole thing on her phone.

“Pfft. Kaminari blackmail.”

“...send that to me later.”

“Deal.” Mina zoomed in on Kaminari’s dumbly concentrated face. He was so concentrated on keeping (Y/n’s) laughter alive he was biting his tongue hanging out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Kaminari would either kill or kill Mina for that recording of (Y/n) smiling and laughing so brightly.

——

“Yo! (L/n)!” Kaminari jogged up to (Y/n) joining him as he walked to the dorm building. Kaminari couldn’t remember a damn thing that happened right after he fried himself in hero training. He hoped he didn’t do anything embarrassing.

(Y/n) tensed up, and averted his eyes with a blush. Kaminari tilted his head, but brushed it off quickly.

“S-so um-“ Kaminari took a deep breath. “So I uh...I really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for ramen later-!“

“I know...”

Kaminari’s heart stopped.

“...Y-you do—?”

“Yeah...yeah you told me.” (Y/n) absentmindedly rubbed at his sides where Kaminari ruthlessly attacked him. Kaminari exploded into a deep blush.

“Wha?! When?! When did I-?!”

A pink phone with video loaded up in it crawled up into Kaminari’s vision. He stopped. A bubblegum pink hand reached and tapped the ‘play’ icon on the middle of the screen.

‘Chu! Chu! (Y/nnnn)-chan’s sho cute~!! I like-like-like (Y/n)-chan so muuuuuch! Wheeey~! His laugh is sho cuuuute-weeeheheyyy~!’

‘Aah-! Ahahaha! K-kam-ahahahaha! S-s-stop it, ple-EASE! Ahahahaha-!’

Kaminari wanted to crawl in a hole and die. (Y/n) simply bit his lip and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Mina retracted her phone once the recording was finished playing. “Nice one, Kaminari. Reeeeaaal smooooooth of ya~”

Mina cackled as she boyantly strode off, waving her phone in the air as if she was dangling the video under Kaminari’s nose. He blinked, his mouth hanging open in pure embarrassment, before turning to (Y/n).

He suddenly bent down in a 90-degree angle, his arms patted down stiffly to his sides as he bowed. “I-I am so fucking sorry! I-I-I was planning to ask you out all smooth and stuff but my dumbass was-“

Kaminari shut up again once he heard the quiet chuckles emitting from (Y/n). He looked up.

(Y/n) was chuckling with the softest smile he’s ever seen, cupping his mouth loosely with the faintest blush on his face. Kaminari could stare at him forever. It was...beautiful. A warm expression from a stone cold prince.

“You’re so funny...it makes me feel all....warm inside.” (Y/n) ran a hair through his hair. Kaminari couldn’t look away from the gentle smile harbored on (Y/n’s) face. “I’ll let you take me out on a date if you make me laugh some more...”

Kaminari pinched himself on the arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The burning sensation throbbing from his arm made him wince ever-so-slightly, but the pain was wash out by the overall joy running through Kaminari’s veins.

“S-sure!”

——————

My Husband 2

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: angst to not angst but not fluff either? cliff hanger ending,

Word Count: 1.4k

part one

a/n: another upload from my old account

The elevator ride was tense, to say the least. The prince refused to look at his brother-in-law and Thor didn’t know what to say. Nothing, is what he hoped he would say. He didn’t want to hear a word of his bullshit. To his dismay, he spoke again when the elevator stopped.

“This is the floor.” Thor stepped out of the elevator. “Please, Y/N-”

“Do not refer to me as that. You have lost the right.”

He slumped slightly, nodding uncomfortably. “My lord, please. He is not the man you married.” 

“Yes, he is.” He responded, venom filling his words. With a hard sigh, he walked him into a room. Well, room was an understatement. It was huge, the size of a house. It was bare, the walls a shade of black, as well as any other surface. The only thing of any difference was a large, glass ball in the center of the room. A voice drifted from the circle. 

“Stark, I presume. Were you not supposed to provide me with care when I needed it? It took you too long. Get better at servicing me.” It was his voice. Y/N paused in his steps before he even saw him. He was behind Thor, his bulking figure was hiding him. His eyes filled with tears. That was Loki's voice. The one he thought he would never hear again. He spoke again, “Oh? Dear brother, what a surprise.” His voice didn’t sound too happy to see Thor.

The prince peaked out at Loki, who wasn't paying enough attention to see or sense him standing there. He looked… like Loki. His hair was longer than he liked it to be, and it wasn’t clean or neat like always he kept it. He was in a pair of rags, rather than the royal clothes he had seen him in last. He was in awe. Even in a state like this, he was the most handsome person he had ever known.

“Loki.” Thor nodded. “I have brought you a visitor.” He stepped out fully, walking closer to the ball.

Loki’s eyes widened and he went up to the glass. “My love?” He murmured. When he reached the glass, he slid down the front with him, their hands hovering over the other’s through the glass. Tears gathered in his eyes. “Shh, my love, what’s wrong? We’re together again. You’re here.”

He smiled slightly, “He told me you were dead.” Loki paused, his eyes lighting with a horrifying anger.

“Who did?”

“Your brother.”

Loki’s gaze turned towards his brother. “Well? Is this true?” Thor nodded sullenly. Loki scoffed, “Is there a reason you decided to break my husband’s heart? To tell him that I was dead?”

Without a word, Thor looked to the ground. Y/N shook his head, gaining his love’s attention back as he slid back against the floor. “My love, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again. I thought-”

“Shh, it's okay. I’m right here.” Oh, how Loki wished he could touch him, hold him and make him feel him. “Are you safe? Hurt? How did you get here?”

“The Bifrost. I’m okay, just a little bruised from the landing.” He hadn’t noticed it before then, but a soft aching was in his rib area. He didn’t care. “Are you okay? I- I’m afraid that you-”

“I’m okay. Just locked in here.” He said quietly. “These buffoons couldn't hurt me if they tried.” He laughed slightly. “There’s that beautiful laugh.”

Being wrapped in their little bubble, the couple barely noticed when Thor gestured at the cameras. However, they did notice when a swarm of SHIELD agents barged into the room, lining the edge of the room. 

“What-?” Before a full sentence could even be let out, Thor rushed forward and clamped something onto Y/N’s leg. His eyes narrowed and he stood up, ready to attack his brother-in-law. Before he could, though, Thor nodded to an agent.

His eyes whipped around to look at the agent. His lips blew into a tube, sending an arrow directly into his neck. 

“NO- Leave him alone!” Loki yelled, staring at him with panic. “Thor, what are you doing?!”

Thor looked apologetic as dizziness fell over Y/N, “I- I told you not to come here, my lord.” He muttered before walking over. The last thing he saw before his vision went black was Thor reaching over to pick him up.

Before he could see, he could hear. Specifically, he could hear the shouts of his husband. He sounded so far, yet also right beside him. His mind was cloudy as he tried to decipher the shouts.

“I swear, brother, if you hurt him in any way! Why isn’t he waking up?”

“Brother, it's simply a human poison. Whilst it would kill a human, it will only cause an Asgardian to pass out.”

Loki nearly growled, “And how do you know that? Have you tried it yourself before giving it to my husband?”

“Easy there, Reindeer Games,” The semi-familiar voice of Tony Stark replied. He tried to force his eyelids open, but he didn’t have any strength. He noticed then that he couldn’t move at all. He could only hear, and think. It was odd. “He’ll be fine. More than fine, really, if he just answers a few of our questions. He’ll be free to mosey on back to Asgard.” He snickered, “I mean, unless he wants to stay with me.” There was a bang, presumably Loki slamming the cage he was trapped in.

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed. 

“Or what? You’re gonna kill me? Well guess what, you don’t have your magic. And you’re in a cage. Looks like I can do whatever I want.”

Loki remained quiet, probably seething at this point, as Thor spoke up, ignoring his friend’s banter. “Lord  Y/N will be fine, I assure you, brother. I would never hurt him-”

“Then why is he lying in a cot over there? Hm? No fancy comeback for that one, eh? No words to reassure me that he’ll be fine? You poisoned him, Thor. That was clearly you hurting him.” He could feel now, the cold, thin mattress below him. The only thing yet to return was his sight, but he would not give that valuable intel away.

Thor made a small noise, “On the contrary, brother! Human poison would not hurt an Asgardian like him!” He was quiet for a moment before continuing, almost quietly, “Do you really think I would hurt him?”

The silence was overbearing until Tony cleared his throat, “Right, now that that’s taken care of!” He clapped his hands. “What are we going to do with him?”

“Absolutely nothing! Don’t you dare put one of your filthy hands on him!” His shouts did nothing to deter the people in the room, evidently, as someone walked over and picked him up.

“We’d better lock him in a similar cage.” Barton was in the room too; it seems he was the one who lifted him. “If what you said about her was true, then we need to keep him here.” He tried to open his eyes, but he felt too weak. 

“Thor, if you have any respect for me or my husband at all, you would tell them to put him down!” His shouting seemed to do nothing as he was carried, presumably out of the room, as he grew quieter.

He tried to map out the turns they took in his head, making a mental map of where Loki was being kept. Thoughts of revenge twisted in his head. While he knew it was dangerous in his mind, he was prepared to do anything to return to his husband. And that meant unleashing his power if it came down to it, which he hadn’t used in centuries.

A small whoosh! was heard as a door opened. He was quickly placed on a rather uncomfortable table. He tried again to open his eyes once he heard someone leaving the room. This time, he was able to open his eyes, ever so slightly. The bright lights caused them to slam shut again and again, forcing themselves to get used to the blinding rays. 

He was finally able to look around. Carefully, the prince sat up. His eyes trailed around the room. It looked like a science lab. This was probably not a good place for him, an alien, to be. As quickly as he was put in the room, he left. His hands twitched with power as he summoned his magic. It could be ruinous for this planet, but anything for him.

Two guards were stationed outside of the lab. Immediately, they raised their guns to shoot. A blinding (f/c) mist fell from his hands. The mist circled around the soldiers, slowly, before closing in on them. He laughed slightly, refreshed now that he was using his power again. 

He turned to walk away, now, leaving two skeletons in his wait.

Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

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