Quin.n

I write when im bored

[quin-ns-stuff]

One more chance, please.

Obsessed!Keigo Tamaki x fem!reader

Part 2 | part 1

Well that was crazy. Seeing your ex after so long, not on social media or any whacky interviews on tv, but in the flesh. that brief but scary encounter made you weary of your surroundings. But you could be overthinking things, right?

(Not proofread)

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Fuck.

You had been walking for about 5 minutes, with your head blocking out any sound as you subconsciously tighten the grip of your bags.

You felt as if you couldn’t escape.

It was those eyes. Those gosh darn honey, golden eyes that stared deep within your soul.

You were too indulged in your own mind and disillusions you didn’t realise the weird but concerning looks exchanged by your two friends who thought you were having some sort of episode.

“Uh, Y/N are you good?”

You were snapped back into reality, as Lucille gracefully put a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to your senses

“We already have a hunch on why you’re acting so, strange.”Lucille awkwardly smiled, trying to act normal

“Yeah, a huge hunch.” Rumi butted in, her arm wrapping around your shoulder as she chuckled to herself

“Damn you’re fucked. But we’ll talk all about it once i have something in my mouth ,because I’m starvingg.”

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“I know it sounds crazy, deepening a 5 second eye contact. But believe when i say, that shit scared the crap outta me.” You muffled, while slurping up your cold udon.

You were explaining the situation to your friends while viscously eating your udon, you took hold of your bowl and started downing the broth while gasping.

“His eyes, fuck. Looked like he was trying to search through my soul or some shit.” You exasperated, chugging down the iced tea.

“Easy there, cowgirl. I mean, we kinda warned you from the start. Nothing good ever comes out when dating someone as famous as him. I mean, a pro hero? Don’t get me wrong, i’m forever grateful for their service for keeping us safe but dating them? Seems like work and heartache.” Lucille said casually while sipping her ice water.

With her free arm she awkwardly placed a hand on your arm, trying to somehow comfort you while Rumi was too busy scaffolding down her bowl of noodles like a hound dog, maybe you break free of your stress and laugh.

Maybe I shouldn’t think too deeply about it.

Your head and whole body ached from all the working and extra stressed you endured the entire day. You couldn’t be bothered to take your shoes, clothes or makeup off before landing straight into your couch, face smothered into your cozy cushion.

“Can’t even get the night to myself.” YOu huffed. You had a feeling it was Rumi, calling you to send her the pictures from today as you intentionally ignored her spam of texts demanding for them, probably to post a dump of photos on her socials. You told yourself you were going to respond in the morning after you get much needed rest.

your face still smushed against the pillow as you fish out your phone out of your jean pocket. You click the receive button then raising your phone to your ear to grunt,

“Rumi, i’ll send the photos in the morning. But, pleaseee. Let me sleep tonight.” You whined and groaned at the same time, with your face muffled from the pillow in your face but you didn’t care much about it

…

Heavy breathing was received from the other side of the line.

Fast, fractured breathing

You pressed your phone harder against your ear, thinking it was your audio. But just as you were about to speak, a voice suddenly broke out.

“Y/N?”

You’ve got to be shitting me right now.

As soon as you were hit with that wave of recognition, you had thrown your whole body up from the couch, way too fast. Causing a sudden ache in your neck and spine, but you suppressed it as you stared straight down at your cellphone screen, straining your eyes to read the caller ID from the ongoing call

Keigo Takami.

“Y/N? Don’t go silent now. Don’t deprive me from that voice I’ve been waiting for what? a year to hear.” Every word that came out his mouth was choppy and desperate, but a lingering hint of delirium coiled through in his voice.

Oh you were so right to trust your intuition. Why did you even leave his number on your phone? The man was clearly crazy from the get-go.

“Y/N. Don’t ignore me.”

..

Oh you are so fucked.

(I’ve been so tired lately so sorry if this looks rushed or bad🫩)

[quin-ns-stuff]

Almost done with part 2. (Ithink)

[quin-ns-stuff]

One more chance, please.

Obsessed!KeigoTakami x fem!reader

Part 1 | part 2

(First time making a post on here. Idk what im doing sos. Not proofread.)

Today marks the one year anniversary of the breakup between you and Hawks. You had finally settled into your new, independent life without him and you were thriving. In contrast to Japan’s number 2 hero, he much so, doesn’t feel the same way, at all.

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One year.

It has been one year since you and your number 2 hero boyfriend had split up. Surprisingly it had been you that initiated the breakup. You were sick of all his fans flirting and touching him inappropriately with their skimpy little dresses and their big titties and asses sticking out(😔). But that wasn’t the main reason why it caused the downfall of your relationship, it was because he was enabling ALL of it. Every lingering touch, every seductive words that fans would whisper to his ears he would be all smiles and even flirt back no problem.

Fuck, your friends and family were right. Dating one of Japans top heroes was bound to end up in shambles. (But ofc you didn’t listen you were just giddy that you had a hunk like him in your sheets lol)

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But here you are now. Walking the streets of Musutafu with your friends, holding a shit ton of bags containing (you couldn’t even remember) spent with the pay check you just received from your average 9 to 5 job.

But despite everything you already settled into your new life, a life without that parasite and you were enjoying every second of it.

You were finally at peace, you sighed contently.

“OH MY GOSH, IS THAT HAWKS?!”

Heads and bodies turned faster than you could flip a coin. And before you could even register what that civilian said, a MOB of people came stampeding past you. Luckily for you, your friend closest to you grabbed you by the arm and moved you out the way before you plummeted to the floor from how aggressive and eager everyone was to get to where all the attention was.

“Well that could off ended badly. Your slow ass would’ve fell face flat on that concrete if i didn’t come saving you.” Your friend, Rumi elbowed you while grinning.

Rolling your eyes, you were about to give her your thanks before your other friend, who emerged from behind you yelled,

“AIN’T THAT YOUR EX?” Your head whiplashed to the side to look at her, mortified and in disbelief as she had no shame shouting that out as she too looked as surprised.(😦😟)

All three of you cranked your heads up to see the attention that everyone came screaming their throats raw for. And lo and behold there he was, wings stretched out and flapping rhythmically in the blue sky as he waved at the rustling crowd.

“Wow, didn’t expect to see all you guys waiting ever so eagerly for me. Must I say, i’m quite flattered.” The one and only Hawks with his ever so smug face chirped as he lowered his wings down to come greet the crowd.

“Ladies.” He smirked, as the group of young women basically creamed at his words.

That smug bastard was enjoying every second of it as you stared intently at them, but the longer you stared the more you felt icked out by him.

Lucille, the blabbermouth blinked a few times at you while exchanging looks at Rumi before coughing

“Yeah, I think we should go. That new soba place must be opened by now.” She says, grabbing you by the shoulder, while Rumi picks up your bags. Then all three of you push your way past the horde back into the busy street.

As you yap about what kind of Soba you guys like and dislike, you cant shake that eerie feeling that someone is watching you.

Turning your head side to side while your eyes scan all your surroundings, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. But fortunately for you, you don’t.

With your head held back high, you continue walking and yapping to your friends. until you notice Rumi’s fabubu keychain slip off her purse.

“Hold on. I’ll get it.”

And for a swift second you turn around to retrieve that single item, and thats when you realise.

..

Oh.