#Deflated used car lot balloon

[allycat75]

Boston Dumb Fuck would know about both.

[gcslingss]

this is my first time sending a request but could you do inspection prompt from the non verbal list? maybe something to do with a stunt driver!reader and colt? like the reader gets hurt doing some kind of driving stunt?

prompt: [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got -prompt list

summary: because of reasons like a tight schedule and an asshole director, when your stunt goes slightly askew, colt's the only one who comes to your rescue.

pairing: colt seavers x fem!stuntdriver!reader

warnings/content: fluff, angst, blood mentions, hurt/comfort, kissing, barely any swearing but some is there

word count: 1.73k

notes: thank you to kira for requesting, and thank you to her and shannon @bisexualcoltseavers for beta-reading this!! had a lot of fun writing it, hope you guys enjoy <3

Being a stunt driver had its pros and cons.

Pros being you got to ride cool-ass cars, trucks, motorcycles, and motorized couches, you had an overall aura of daring and bravery, and you got to make friends with a lot of really nice people.

Cons being you could lose a limb or your life while doing the stunts, and could be pressured into doing things you didn’t want to do, but that was part of the job, and besides, it rarely ever happened.

Today’s schedule for had you involved with the filmBright Days dir. by Charles Levine.

He sounded like quite the gentleman, but dear god, his sexist ideals and extra tight schedules were hard to work with.

You were supposed to do a scene where the lead crashed into the goon’s car because of a slippery road in the middle of the night during her escape mission.

The goon was Colt Seavers, a skilled co-stuntie, and someone you’d had a crush on for over 2 years.

It was super confusing, and so was he, because you could never tell if he was just being friendly or aiming a bit higher. 

“We really need to go now,” Colt said to you, taking your half-eaten spinach corn sandwich from your hand and keeping it on its paper plate, before nudging you. “Levine’s heading for us.”

You made a sound like a deflating balloon, with Colt appropriately responding by encouragingly rubbing your back. You couldn’t help but ease into his touch, something you were certainly embarrassed by, cheeks heating up.

“You’re gonna be great, alright?” he said, and his tone made you blush and smile, which was not an appropriate reaction at all.

“And I promise not to crush you.” 

“Shut up,” you quipped at the grinning man, slapping his shoulder.

When Levine came and stood by the break table, he looked quite unhappy.

“We’re on a schedule, stunties. Get moving.”

You glanced at Colt, giving him a ‘who gave him permission to say stuntie?’ look to which Colt just responded with an exasperated nod, making you sigh.

“Coming,” you muttered, before heading to the set with Colt. He had an arm around your shoulder, a fact you actively tried to ignore.

Five minutes later, you were in the stunt car, strapped down, helmet clipped on, mouthguard on, neck restraints snug, gloved hands tight on the steering wheel.

The helmet was unusually loose, but with the way Levine was rushing the shot, you knew nothing would be done about it. Colt was on the other end of the road, speaking to you through the walkie talkie.

“Good luck,” his voice said, and you smiled to yourself. 

“You too.”

“Alright, no wasting time, c’mon, I want to see action!” Levine yelled into the talkie and to everyone else.

The cameramen and crew moved away, the stunt coordinator got in his buggy, and you double checked everything before taking a deep breath. 

This was going to be great. You were going to be great. You were a stunt driver! You’d done this millions of times.

No, the helmet wasn’t an issue. It was probably fine.

“…And action, action!”

You slammed the accelerator and the car zoomed forward, racing through the road.

Colt’s car was heading towards you, on the other lane — In another 5 seconds, you were supposed to skid and crash into him, successfully taking the brunt. 

Alright.

You swerved the car, hard, and it turned 180 degrees, when your helmet fell off your head.

What the f-

“NOW!”

Instinct took over and you sped backwards, crashing into the other car with a boom, the bonnet almost floating for a split second. The vehicle shook thunderously. Your ears began to ring. 

Glass shattered and all you could do was brace your head with your arms, helplessly watching the helmet roll around the groaning car, eyes tightly shut to protect them from the splintering metal and nails and screws and shards.

You sat there in the same position for what felt like ages, until the walkie talkie came to life with the coordinator's voice.

“Are you both alright?”

You heaved deep breaths, a tad shocked to realize that your face was bleeding into your sleeves. You shakily pulled your sleeves away and were a bit taken aback at all the blood staining it.

Your shaky hand grabbed the walkie talkie and you gasped an” alright” into it. 

After a few moments, you put the helmet on and stepped out of the car— two stuntmen helped you to your unsteady feet, and behind them was…

“Colt.”

He rushed past them, tripping on the pebbles, before scooping you up in his arms, almost lifting you off the ground.

“You okay?” he asked. You could only nod, which was already hard with the flimsy helmet, never mind with the cuts on your face. 

“You?” you returned the question.

“I’m good,” he said, grinning through his visor.

The right thing to do now was to tell someone about the accident and see the set’s medic, but last time a stuntie got hurt, Levine got extremely upset about the wasted time and resources and lectured the crew for a solid twenty minutes. Ironic.

So you decided to stay silent instead.

Colt seemed to notice your silence and stumbling steps.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, tone laced with concern this time, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. He tried to take the helmet off your head but you pushed his hand away, shaking your head.

“I’m fine, I’m just-“

Colt took off your helmet before you could react, but you smacked his head, taking advantage of his shock and quickly sliding it back on.

Colt had a ghastly expression on his face at the momentary sight of your cuts, some deep, some faint, and it made you feel warm that he cared, yet upset, that you had upset him.

“You need to get that taken care of,” he whispered. “Now.”

“Levine wouldn’t like that,” you said, but he ignored you and grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the tents, hurriedly sitting you down and taking a first aid kit under the table.

“Take it off,” he instructed seriously, and you almost giggled. Colt caught on and gave you a serious glare that made you shut up, stifling your laughs.

You did as he said, and when his eyes landed on you once more, he seemed to be genuinely shaken. 

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to make him relax, but his expression didn’t falter.

“What happened?”

“The helmet clasp was loose - came off when I did the 180 swerve.”

“Motherfucker,” he grumbled to himself, and you knew he was talking about Levine. You nodded in agreement.

“Indeed.”

Colt knelt on the sandy floor and took your face in his hands, his hold gentle and cautious. He turned your head to see how bad the injuries were, eyebrows arched and eyes perturbed.

“This might sting a little,” he said softly.

“I’ll manage,” giving him a smile.

Colt let his gaze linger on you for a second, before reaching for the first aid and taking out bandages, tincture— everything he needed to tend to you.

There was a cut on your forehead, under your eye (Colt looked visibly distressed by this), a deeper one on your left cheekbone, a slit on your lower lip, and a few shallow scratches everywhere else.

He soaked a cotton pad in tincture and brought it to your face, first gently dabbing at the cut on your forehead. The stench of alcohol was strong, but to you, it was mellow in comparison to Colt’s cologne.

His deep concern gave you time to observe every bit of his beautiful face in much detail, and it brought you great joy.

He had a pretty nose, you observed, and pretty, pretty, deep, warm blue eyes that looked even prettier when he was worried. That word seemed to be the only one capable of perfectly describing him. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked. 

“No. Not at all.”

You didn’t even feel the stinging of the disinfectant, too busy appreciating him, too giddy with the feeling of his calloused fingers on your skin. You couldn’t tell if he knew.

Your attention drifted lower to his mouth, his lips barely parted in focus, not too far from your own. 

So pretty.

The cotton pad came down, and Colt started to clean your split lip. His fingertips brushed over it as he did, causing goosebumps to rise on your arm.

Whether it was on purpose, you weren’t sure. There were so many things you could never clearly interpret when it came to this man.

“My eyes are up here, hey.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up, gaze connecting to Colt’s. He had the smallest, teasing smile.

“I’m aware of that,” you replied, blushing a little.

“Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“If I kissed you right now, would you taste like disinfectant?”

At that precise moment, it dawned on you that this man knew what he was doing after all, and you only flushed harder, blinking rapidly, heart speeding up.

“Probably,” you managed to say. You could barely speak.

Colt picked up very quickly on how flustered you were, and it seemed to give him so much joy, much to your annoyance. 

He was definitely much less worried, now that you’d been tended to. That was good, but at the cost of your dignity? Not at all.

But then, he whispered, “I wanna find out,” with so many emotions packed in those four words, and you gave in entirely.

“Please do.”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a second, as if he didn’t expect you to agree, but you pleaded again, and that was all he needed to bring your face close and press his lips to yours.

He kissed you like he hadn’t consumed anything for weeks. He kissed desperately, lovingly, his fingers stroking your skin and scalp, pulling you in closer so he could taste you better.

You were lost in the feeling, and you were willing to get lost in it for the rest of your life. You let your hands rest on his neck, thumbs grazing over his skin. He seemed to love it with the way he sharply inhaled.

You had to pull away to catch your breath, and when you saw Colt’s dreamy, amused gaze, you questioned, “What?”

“You do taste like disinfectant.”

You laughed, sincerely, and he did too.

“Idiot,” you mumbled, giggling. “Of course I do.”

“But it, like— it tastes pretty alright, you know?”

And you started laughing even harder.

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[magnolia-among-the-stars]

dear august (bradley bradshaw pt. 3)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Summary: You and Bradley have been best friends since college and when he was stationed in North Island, you were thrilled that he would be back in your life. When things start to sour with Bradley’s girlfriend and she breaks things off, Bradley comes to you for drunken comfort. What happens when an accidental hookup brings along an unexpected positive pregnancy test threatens the state of your friendship?

Tropes: friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, unrequited feelings

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I promise more is coming out this week for this and Jake's Whatever This Is story! I'm at residency this week and have a lot of free time where all I'm doing is focusing on writing so get excited <3

Your alarm rings loudly from somewhere across the room, startling you awake. Head pounding, the cool breeze of the AC washes over your skin and sends rough goosebumps rising along your body. A grunt escapes you as you roll over onto the crisp sheets of your mattress. The silky-smooth texture feels buttery and it’s in that moment that your eyes fly open.  

Naked....I'm naked. Your heart drops in your stomach as your wide-eyed gaze searches over a broad and strong freckled back, the memories crashing over you in a way that makes you wish you’d kept your first-grade inhaler. You take a shaky breath, shudder out an exhale and fail to keep a steady and relaxed composure.  

Holy shit. Holy shit. You’d slept with your best friend. You begin a long string of swears quietly as you rise unsteadily onto your feet, clutching the nearest article of clothing and swinging it onto your shoulders. Your fingertips shake as you try to button the top up, calling it quits once there are two tiny buttons holding the shirt closed while you scamper down the hallway into the kitchen. The safety of the countertop gives you time to think, time to process all the mess made down the hallway in the warzone.  

“What the fuck,” you grunt to yourself as glance down to see the blaring pineapple design on your shirt. His shirt. You nearly rip the buttons as you struggle to shed the material, actions freezing when you hear your name being called out from your bedroom.  

“Dais?” Bradley’s morning voice sends electric tingles down your spine and into your tummy. It travels with a hum to your core. It’s deep, deeper than usual and guttural as his heavy footsteps pad down the hallway. His chest is bare. That’s the first thing you noticed is his naked hipbone, though you’re doing everything in your power to avoid direct eye contact with his lower half.  

“Hi,” you cough, “Hey...” Somehow, hands are clutching onto his stupid shirt and tugging it more snuggly to your body, highlighting your figure. You take a moment then to stare at each other. You search his face for the meaning of his tone, finding only a pouty mouth beneath his mustache and flushed cheeks. His sun-bleached brows furrow at the site of you.  

“What a wild night,” he finally puffs out. You are nodding, though each bounce of your chin is a eulogie to your mental health.  

“That’s one way to put it,” you push out a chuckle and wince slightly at the unnatural noise. Awkward was never a word you would use to describe your relationship with Bradley. Any type of response you typically could’ve had falls flat in the air, a deflated balloon crashing back to the ground.  

“So, I’ve got to head back to the Hard Deck to get my car,” he shares, finally breaking the silence.  

“Right, right,” you nod along, glancing at the fridge. “Do you want something to eat? I can make us breakfast sandwiches.” 

“That’s okay Dais,” he offers before saddling up to the countertop separating the two of you. He points at your frame, and you shrink the moment he says, “Can I just get my," he makes a smooth gesture, mimicking the sides of his shirt. Your face feels five times hotter. 

“Right,” you repeat, clumsily tugging the material off your shoulders before remembering once again you are butt ass naked. “Shit, hold on,” your voice is weak as you round the table and speed passed him to your bedroom. Your hands are shaking as you try to undo the fastened button, taking slow breaths as you try to rid your body of the tropical fabric.  

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s voice soothes as he steps into your space. You weren’t sure when he had gotten there, jumping slightly at the deep rasp in his voice. Large hands encompassed yours as he unbuttons the material himself, hands gliding over your shoulders to push the material away. He reaches behind you, grabbing a large tee shirt and sliding it over your head, messing up your tangled hair in the first place.  

Fully clothed, you can finally look him in the eye. Your best friend, your everything. You can’t help it, the words bubble up your throat as you ask meekly, “Are we okay?” 

Bradley slides the silky material over his bulging biceps as he stares hard at you. “Of course, we’re okay.” His words are reassuring but the higher tone of his voice screams hypocrisy. His warm brown eyes are frantic as they search your face, search for answers to the new lingering question in both of your heads. What the hell happened and where do we go from here? 

He leaves shortly after that and you don’t hesitate to peel your phone from your jeans, dialing a familiar number as you rest your forehead against the cool surface of the counter.  

“Yellow?” the thick accent rings out as he answers the phone. 

“Jake? I need a ride and coffee...stat.”  

It’s only fifteen minutes before the Texan struts through the door, crisp and clean. A wide comparison to Rooster’s state when he left this morning – Jake is freshly shaven and he’s wearing a Navy crew neck with some khakis. He’s also wearing a shit eating grin. “Morning Dukes,” he greets as he swings the door open, sunshine washing over the living room with an eager intensity.  

“Jake, seriously?” you cover your eyes, moaning at the blazing light.  

“What? Did Bradshaw fuck your brains out and ruin your vision?” Jake’s joke hits low and a frown tugs at the corners of your mouth. As soon as Bradley was out the door, you jumped into the shower and flip your hair up into a low bun that you secured with a large clip. After his reaction this morning, you wanted to rub your skin raw in hopes that you would remove the lingering sensations of his touch. Nothing worked.  

He notices immediately because Jakob ‘Hangman’ Seresin notices everything. “What did he do? I’ll kill him Dukes,” he reaches for you. His hands secure your cheeks gently, searching each inch in hopes to find no damage done.  

“He did nothing Jake,” you share, voice hitching slightly at the confession. “I guess that’s the problem...he did nothing. He left this morning without even really talking about everything.” You don’t even notice the tears streaming down your face until Jake’s thumb is swiping them away at each moment, collecting you into his arms to rock you slowly. 

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” his voice is quiet, soft murmurs into your hair. “I’ll shoot him down in our next exercise this week.” His promise is so convincing that you’re pushing him slightly, his chest vibrating with a chuckle. When he glances down to see you smiling, even just a little, he starts to feel a bit more at ease. But the cracks in your heart are still radiating from you and Jake doesn’t know how to heal that. 

“I just feel,” you take a shaky breath and search for the right words. Jake’s own heart shatters as he hears you say, “I feel so used.” The confession isn’t something you thought you would ever admit, and you don’t even believe that Bradley is capable of that malice. But there were too many lingering touches and too few reassuring affirmations for you to feel differently.  

“God Y/N,” Jake tugs you down onto your couch, his large hands rubbing up and down on your arms in a way that feels like he too is trying to wash Bradley’s presence from your skin. It doesn’t help. “How can I help?” The use of your real name brings a new wave of tears to your eyes, washing away the old ones at the severity of the use of it.  

“I think I’m a lost cause if I’m honest,” you tell him. “You might want to cut your losses.”  

“Impossible Dukes,” he mumbles, holding you tightly to him. “I’ll never give up on you.”  

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[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 50

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

The songs mentioned in this chapter are Dethrone & Concrete Jungle both by Bad Omens! (Give them a listen if you like metal)

Word Count: 7.3k

Chapter 49 | Masterlist

It’s been a few weeks since the pictures started. Six in fact, which puts us two weeks before Rooster’s birthday. I was still debating on what to do for him. Maybe a night out at The Hard Deck? But we do that so often. I want to do something different for him. But I had no idea what. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go out myself. With these pictures going around, I get looks everywhere I go. Mav even had to make an announcement on base that no one was allowed to talk about it. Whoever was posting these pictures was smart, they would wait a while between posting at this point, like they were waiting until we let our guard down and then they would post another. It was mentally and emotionally draining and most nights I went straight to bed after dinner and fell asleep. I know Rooster is worried about me, but it’s so hard to have any motivation to do anything. I’ve done well to keep it from affecting me at work, but as soon as we were in the car to go home, it’s like I deflated like a balloon. Slouching in the passenger seat as Rooster reached for my hand, kissing it and resting our intertwined fingers on the console. 

I stood washing the dishes from dinner when Rooster’s arms wrapped around my waist, his lips pressing to the spot just below my ear. “You okay?” He asked, resting his chin on my shoulder, his hand splaying over my belly, a warm feeling flooding me. It’s been weeks since Rooster and I had sex. With the photos being out I hadn’t felt like it, and Rooster has been great at hiding how it’s affected him. I know it has, because he’s been spending a lot more time in the shower and I can hear him. I took a deep breath leaning back into him. “I’m okay.” He smiled into my neck, holding me tightly. I bent down to reach into the sink for the pan and accidentally brushed against him. He let out a quiet groan and I could tell he was seriously holding back. I remembered one of my sessions with Dr. Lender that I had recently. He told me that I need to keep up my normal routine. With everything going on it’s easy to fall into isolation, and to distance myself from everyone. I needed to do everything I could to live normally and that includes, fucking my fiance. I had lingerie in the closet I’ve never worn, the ones I bought months ago. 

Once I finished the dishes I went upstairs, but I was surprised to find Rooster laying on our bed, nothing but boxers, rubbing himself through the black material. “Fuck, Mags.” He whispered and I grinned. I didn’t say a word as I crossed the room. He jumped up as I startled him. “Mags.” He said and I kept walking until I walked into the closet, closing the door behind me. “What are you doing, Mags?” He asked. I ignored him, slipping on the white crotchless panties as well as the baby clue corset. I tightened it and took a deep breath, turning to the door. I was nervous for some reason, wondering if Rooster would like it. But I mustered up the courage and swung the door open. Rooster was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. “Oh. My. God.” He whispered. “Like what you see, Lieutenant?” I asked, giving him a slow spin. “Oh, honey. You have no idea how much I love it.” He said as I stepped closer. He raised one hand, skimming it over my bare thigh. He continued to stare, taking in every inch of me, and it made me feel sexier than I had felt in weeks. “You look ethereal.” He mumbled, one finger hooking into my panties. “Yeah?” I asked and his eyes met mine. Warm and brown, full of love. Love that was only meant for me. I reached out, caressing his cheek before dragging my hand along his shoulder, then to his chest. I took another step forward, gently perching myself on his lap. I could feel how hard he was through his boxers. “I’ve missed you.” I said, leaning in, my nose nuzzling his jaw as his hands grabbed my waist. “I’ve been right here pretty girl.” He said as he turned to me, kissing my cheek, just below my eye, before kissing my nose, then my lips. It was gentle, sweet even. I dragged my hand down his chest, slowly trailing to the waistband of his boxers and he groaned as I dragged a nail over the bulge in them. 

“Oh, pretty girl.” He moaned as he pulled back from me. “You want it?” He asked, his hand gently gripping my chin, keeping my gaze on him. I could only whine in response and he smirked at me. “Then take them off.” He said and I stood, grabbing his boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs. His throbbing erection, resting against his stomach as it sprang free. I sat up, placing a kiss to the swollen head as I did before reclaiming my place on his lap. I rested my hands on his neck, pulling him into another kiss as he palmed at my ass. I was soaked, leaking onto his thighs as I rutted against him. “I need you out of these.” He said, looping his fingers through my panties. “No need.” I said. I stood again, taking his throbbing dick in my hand, pumping him a few times, making him moan for me before I straddled him once more, lining him up with my entrance. I slowly sank down on him, reveling in the way his thick cock stretched my walls. It hurt in the most delicious way and I whimpered when he was fully seated inside me. He groaned, looking at where our bodies met, and I leaned forward. “They’re crotchless.” I said and he moaned again. “God I love you.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Not god, but you can worship me all you want.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against him. My hips shifted and the head of his cock nudged against that spongy spot inside me, making me moan. He pressed his lips to mine, swallowing any noise I made as my fingers weaved into his hair. His large hands moved to grab my ass, slowly rolling my hips against him. “Bradley.” I whined and he smirked at me. “What is it, pretty girl?” He asked, rolling his own hips into mine. “‘m so full.” I moaned out and he chuckled. “Yeah? You like being full of my cock?” I could only nod as his cock kept nudging that one spot, my clit dragging across the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. “Mm, my pretty girl all dumb on my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so stupid for me.” I felt dumb. Something about not being with him for so long, made him feel a thousand times bigger and better. He scooted back on the bed with me in his lap before laying back, his hands resting on my hips. “Go on.” I knew what he wanted, so I leaned forward slightly, resting my hands on his chest before lifting my hips. I rode him slowly, trying to keep myself from cumming so quickly, but it was so hard. He felt so good and I was a moaning mess. “My pretty girl is so dirty for me, isn’t she?” I could only nod as I moaned. “Wants nothing but my cock inside her. God, I could stay buried in this pretty pussy for the rest of my life.”

My hips stuttered, my legs growing tired from the constant motion and Rooster noticed. I squealed as he flipped us over, me now under him, just how I liked it. “Look at you, all pretty in your little corset. All for me.” He said, leaning down to kiss me before he thrust his hips into me at a brutal pace. “Oh fu-u-u-u-u-ck. Yes, Bradley! Yes!” I cried out, my nails dragging down his back as he fucked me. He grabbed my knees, tossing them over his shoulders. He pushed till my legs were flush against my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts that were spilling out of my corset top. “You like that, Mags? You like when I fuck you like my own little slut?” A shiver ran up my spine at his words. He’d never spoken to me like that, but goddamn did it turn me on. “Yes! Fuck! Bradley, make me cum, please!” I begged and he smirked, his hand coming up and wrapping around my throat, squeezing slightly. “I will. I always make you feel good.” He said, as he thrust into me with long languid strokes. A tingling sensation started in my toes, working it’s way up my legs until that sensation in my belly washed over me and sent me spiraling into my orgasm. “Bradley! Fuck yes! Don’t stop, Roo!” I begged as I held him tightly, not wanting him to stop. His head was near my lips and I smirked. “Cum inside me, Roo.” I whispered and he groaned. “Fill me up with your cum, Roo. Need to feel it inside me. Wanna watch it drip down my thighs.” He thrust into me quickly before he suddenly stopped, cock buried inside me completely and his ropes of cum filling me to the brim. “Fuck, you like when I cum inside you?” He asked, still holding my neck and making me look at him. “Yeah. I can’t wait till we’re married. I’m gonna walk around constantly stuffed full of it.” He groaned, bringing his head down to rest on my shoulder. “You’re making me hard again.” I smirked, tilting my head to whisper in his ear again. “Then fuck me again. I am your personal little slut, aren’t I?” With that he rolled me onto my side, his chest pressed against my back as he lifted my leg and fucked me hard. Bringing another orgasm down on me. “Have you lost weight?” He asked and I sat up, nodding. “A little, why?” I asked. “I noticed it physically but you just felt lighter when you were in my lap.” My eyes lit up and my smile widened. “Really?” He raised a brow, chuckling at me. “Yes.” He said leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips. 

We easily fell back into our routine, and the bed together, and after a few days it was like everything went back to normal and I felt more myself than I had in awhile. That is, until the worst hit. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Bradley, don’t stop!” Bob and I were walking by a group of Ensigns who were staring at a phone. It was distorted but I could pick up my own voice anywhere. I turned to face them, listening to some very familiar voices. “NICE TITS!” I knew exactly what they were watching. “Ensigns.” I called and they all looked at Bob and I before standing at attention, a blush covering most of their cheeks. “Phone. Now.” I was handed the phone and I looked at the video at this point Rooster and I were getting dressed. I clicked out of it to see who originally posted it, and sure enough it was a guy standing on a catamaran, shirtless with a douchey smile on his face. The caption? Since the photos are going around, thought I’d treat everyone to her sex tape. I took down his name and twitter handle before handing the ensign his phone back. “Admiral Simpson's office. Now.” They immediately turned and headed that way. 

Bob followed behind and I walked into Cyclone’s office first. “Sir,” I addressed and he raised a brow at me. “We have a problem.” I filled Cyclone in and he yelled and he threatened those boys. But ultimately he had to talk with their commanding officer. They were docked here for the week and would ship out at the end of this week. He sent them off before sitting back in his chair, sighing. “Lieutenant. We have to get this under control.” I nodded. “I’ve already gotten his name and I’m calling my PI as soon as I walk out of here.” He nodded. “Was this man the one posting all the other photos?” I shook my head. “The caption insinuated he didn’t do it, but there will probably be an investigation into that. We’re still trying to catch the guy who’s originally posting these.” He hummed just as my phone dinged. I looked at it, seeing I was tagged in a photo on twitter. My heart thudded wildly in my chest as I opened it, but I felt sick at the picture in front of me. It was one Rooster sent me after I was deployed. He was sat in the chair in our room, facing the mirror. He was completely nude, cock hard and resting against his stomach as he took the picture with a wicked smirk on my face. “Magnolia?” Cyclone called and I turned to him. “What is it?” He asked and it took me a moment to respond. “I-it’s Rooster. It wasn’t my picture this time, it was his. Oh my god.” I gasped as I saw the caption below the picture. Call off the wedding and I’ll stop posting them. “What does it say?” He asked. “Someone wants me to call off my wedding.” I said before turning and sprinting out the door, bumping into Bob. “What’s wrong?” 

I explained everything to him as we rushed to the hangar, I had to find Bradley and tell him before someone else showed him. But I seemed to be too late as I heard him shouting through the hangar door. “WHAT THE FUCK?! I’M GONNA KILL THIS SON OF A BITCH!” I rushed in and the sound of the door caused everyone to look at us. “Bradley-” “Have you seen it?” I nodded as he came over, his hands tightly gripping my biceps beneath my flight suit. “Bradley honey, I’m so sorry.” He shook his head. “It’s not your fault. But this fucker is going down. First that video, now the pictures of me and asking us to call off the engagement? I’m done playing his games, I could… I could…” His grip tightened with every word, so much so it was painful. “Roo, you’re hurting me.” I whispered. He looked at his hands on my arms and quickly let go. “Mags, honey. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” I nodded, taking his hands in mine. “I know. I know you didn’t mean to. This is incredibly stressful and we have to figure out something soon.” He nodded. We agreed to talk about everything at home, but the rest of the day was tense. So many people had seen the video at this point that whenever people saw us, they would stare and a few were even bold enough to make gestures. A few men motioning to their laps was enough to have Rooster raging. But finally, we were done for the day so we showered and climbed into the bronco to head home. After a windy ride home we walked into the house, sighing in relief from being done for the day. 

Rooster set our bags by the door and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed our bags, taking them up to our room and setting them by the closet. As I set them down, the light hit my engagement ring, making it gleam. If calling off the wedding would make this all stop, then perhaps I should do it. I paced the bedroom for a little bit, thinking of the pros and cons. Hundreds of cons and one pro, the pictures would stop. But we only have to call off the wedding, we can still get married at the courthouse and have a wedding later. Making my decision I grabbed the navy felt ring box, placing the ring inside and starting downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, seeing Rooster leaned against the counter, Dahlia standing on her hind legs, leaning on him as he pet her. I couldn’t help but smile at them, watching as he rested his forehead on Dahlia's, looking up at her, seeing as she was a head taller than him on her hind legs. “What are you looking at?” He asked, smiling at me. Dahlia immediately left him, coming over to me for some love. “Just you two.” I said, stepping closer. “So, we need to talk about this picture business.” I nodded. “I wanted to talk to you about that too.” I said, setting the box on the counter and sliding it closer to him. He stared at it a minute before he started laughing. “That’s funny, Caila.” I bit my lip and his laughing stopped. “Mags. That ring better not be in that box.” He said as he snatched it, opening it up. “Listen to me-” “NO! NO! THE ONE THING I’M NOT DOING IS CALLING OFF THIS ENGAGEMENT!” He yelled. “Rooster, don’t yell at me.” I said sternly and he scoffed. “WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WHEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WANTS TO CALL OFF OUR ENGAGEMENT BECAUSE SOME SICKO IS POSTING PICTURES OF US?!” “STOP YELLING AT ME!” I screamed back and we both stopped, chests heaving. “I won’t wear the ring. We can still go down to the courthouse and get married, we can have a wedding once this is all over. I just think for now we just need to play along.” 

“Going down to the courthouse is not what either of us want. Mags, I want to see you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards me. I want to say our vows in front of everyone and kiss you when it’s all said and done.” I sighed as his hands came up, cradling my face softly, a sharp contrast to the grip he had on my arms earlier. “No. I’m not letting some smart guy whose probably sitting in his mom's basement with cheeto dusted fingers keep me from marrying you in December. We will figure this out, Mags.” He said, kissing my forehead. He opened the ring box, and pulled it out, grabbing my hand and slipping it on my finger. “I swear to god, Mags. If I have to slip this on your finger one more time.” He joked, making me laugh. “So… we’re not calling off the wedding?” He asked and I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out.” I said, leaning up on my toes and kissing him. After that we called my mom and she had Chelsea write up a press release for us, which would be announced on the day of Rooster’s birthday. In the meantime I tried to figure out what to do for him, or even what to get him. I thought and thought and thought as the days went by and I struggled. I felt bad because he knows me so well, and I feel like I barely know him since I can’t come up with anything to do. A few days later Phoenix called me after work. I was lounging on the couch while Rooster was in the shower. “Okay, wait till you hear this.” She said before I could even say anything. “Okay.” I said. “That band that we love? The one we found when you stayed with me?” I nodded. “Yeah?” 

“I know I mentioned it before, but they’re gonna be in San Diego on the twenty-eighth.” That sounded so fun. “I would love too, but that’s the day after Rooster’s birthday and I’m still trying to figure out what to do for him.” She hummed. “I forgot about that.” I laughed. “Don’t tell him that.” She joined me in my laughter. “That sucks, I was hoping we could go.” She said and I sighed. “I know. But I can’t drag him to something I want to do on his birthday.” I said. “What did you want to do?” I jumped up, a scream escaping my throat as he startled me. “Bradley!” I whined, smacking his arm as he came around the couch, sitting in front of me and pulling my legs into his lap. “Sorry. What did you want to do?” He asked. “Nothing.” I knew if I told him he’d go just because he wanted to please me. “A concert for a band we like.” Phoenix said loudly, loud enough for Rooster to hear. He hummed, “Which band?” He asked. Phoenix gave the name and I yelled at her. “Phoenix! Stop telling him!” He just laughed. “Is that the metal band you keep listening to?” He asked and I nodded, a blush on my cheeks. “Yes.” He smiled at me. “They’re actually really good.” I rolled my eyes at him. “So let’s go.” I huffed. “Phoenix, let me call you back.” I said and she agreed before I hung up. “Do you actually want to go, or are you just saying that because I want to go?” I asked and he grinned at me. “No, I actually want to go. A concert sounds fun.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s standing room only, so we’d be on the floor.” I said and he nodded. “Okay.” He said with a smile. “Okay, but we’re staying to either the left or right side. I’m not dealing with the mosh pit and I am sure as hell not spending my night lifting crowd surfers.” He just laughed as I grabbed my phone. “Of course, honey.” He said as he leaned forward, kissing me. With that I called Phoenix and told her to book the tickets. 

I still hadn’t figured out what to do for Bradley’s birthday. He said he wanted a simple dinner with just me and him with no gifts. He didn’t want to go to The Hard Deck, he didn’t want a small party. Just me and him. I loved the idea but I still had to figure out what to get him, whether he didn’t want a gift or not. It took some searching but finally I came across something. I immediately grabbed my phone. I googled phone services in Virginia before I started dialing. I called many services, explaining the situation before I finally found it. “Yes, ma’am we do have Carol Bradshaw in the system.” I nodded. “I know it’s a long shot, but do you have any old voicemails saved on the server?” I heard clicking on the other end before she answered. “Yes, ma’am. We have them as far back as nineteen eighty-one.” I bit my lip, smiling. “Great. Can I have the access number?” She had to email me some forms and because neither of Bradley’s parents were alive I was able to get a hold of the number pretty easily. Now I just had to listen them all and find the one I needed.” 

I woke up about twenty minutes early on Rooster’s birthday deciding to get up and make french toast for him. Once that was done I went back upstairs, smiling as I saw him in bed. I quickly shut off his alarm before it could wake him and crawled onto the bed, managing to slip under the covers. Thankfully he was already laying on his back, making it easy for me to gently slip his boxers down, morning wood almost smacking me in the face as I did so. I smirked, gently wrapping my hand around him, giving him a few teasing strokes until precum beaded on his tip. I kitten licked the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth, sucking gently. His chest rose as he took a deep breath, a sign he was starting to wake. I took more of him into my mouth, struggling a little as he stretched my throat. A moan escaped his lips and his legs shifted as I sucked on his cock. “Mags?” His morning voice alone made me wet, my legs rubbing together for friction as I started bobbing my head along his cock. My hands rested on his lower stomach as I took him down to the hilt, gagging as I did so. Sudden;y the covers were tossed off of me and I looked up, meeting Roosters eyes as he stared down at me. “Best birthday ever.” He said, hand coming up cradle my face as drool fell from my mouth, coating his cock. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He said and I brought my hand up, fondling his balls as I sucked him off. 

“Oh fuck, Mags. I’m gonna cum.” He was always so much more sensitive in the mornings. I quickly took him all the way into my mouth, my nose brushing against his trimmed hairs at the base of my cock. Hot ropes of cum shooting down my throat as I looked up to him. His head was thrown back, one hand buried in my hair, holding me in place until he was done.Soon he was and I sat up, smiling at him. “Show me.” I smirked, holding my tongue out so he could see the last bit of his cum that rested on it. “Swallow.” He said as he reached forward, gently gripping my face. I pulled my tongue in, swallowing and he smirked, pulling me into a kiss. He pulled my naked body onto his lap, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Happy Birthday, my love.” He smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I smiled at him. “You may have told me once or twice.” I said. “I hate that we have to work today. I’d rather keep you in bed.” I chuckled. “Well, I made french toast for you.” He laughed, standing with me in his arms. Once downstairs, he put me down and I made him sit at the island. We were both naked as I grabbed the french toast and walked over. I straddled his lap, smirking as he groaned. “I know of a way to make this better.” I raised a brow. “Oh, you do?” He nodded and raised me slightly, grabbing his cock and lowering me onto him. “Oh…” I moaned, feeling so full of him. “Feed me?” I smirked, grabbing the fork. “Whatever you want, my love.” He made it three quarters of the way through the food before he took the plate from me, setting it down and fucking up into me. 

Soon we had to get ready for work and I handed him a card before we left. It was a birthday card but it had a slip of paper inside. “The holder of this card may get a blow job at any time on his birthday.” I smiled as he smirked at me. “I just suggest you be careful about it. Don’t wanna get caught on base.” I said and he just stared at me before yanking me into him, kissing me intensely. “I absolutely adore you.” He said, backing me into the wall. “Wanna make use of that card?” He leaned back, a grin on his face before looking at me again. “In uniform? Hell yes.” He said and I smirked, reaching for his belt. “Better make this fast then. Don’t wanna be late for work.” I grinned, pulling his cock from his boxers. Good thing I decided to forgo makeup today. I made quick work of him and we were on our way to work. Once we got through our briefing and got into our flight suits before we walked into the hangar. “Happy Birthday!” Everyone cheered and he turned to me. I put my hands up. “I had nothing to do with it.” I said and he turned back as Phoenix held up a single cupcake. “You only wanted dinner with your fiance and no party, so we thought we’d at least give you this.” She said and he smiled at her. “Happy birthday to you-” Mav started and everyone else picked up, finishing out the song with a loud cheer. He blew out the candle and offered me part of the cupcake. I just swiped my finger through the icing and dabbed it on his nose. “It’s yours, eat it.” 

We were busy today but he asked for another blow job during our lunch, in a very specific place. “Gotta make this fast.” He said as he sat in the cockpit of his super hornet. He unzipped his flight suit, pulling his cock out as I knelt down in the floor by his legs. I had to move around the joy stick which proved difficult but I still managed to lick a stripe along the large vein on the underside of his cock. “I only thought this would happen in my fantasies.” He groaned out as I took him into my mouth before releasing him with a ‘pop’. “How long have you been fantasizing about this?” I asked before bobbing my head along his cock. “Oh fuck,” He moaned out. “Since I first saw you. It was the first place I ever imagined you sucking me off.” I released him again and smirked at him. He was struggling to find something to do with his hands, seeing as he can’t grab my pristine bun. “Since you first saw me? My, my, how dirty.” I said with a wink before sucking him off again. It wasn’t long before he was coming down my throat, trying hard to contain his moans. “Let’s get out of here before we get caught and get in trouble.” He said, climbing out before I followed suit. The rest of the day was normal, study flight maneuvers, sit in meetings, do some paperwork and soon we were headed home. I showered and slid on Bradley's favorite sundress of mine. It was white with little pink flowers, spaghetti straps, it came to mid thigh. It was fitted, but since I had lost weight and continue to lose weight, I feel so sexy. I grabbed my bag, hoisting it onto my shoulder and stepped out of the locker room. 

Rooster was faced away from me, talking to Payback and Bob as I walked up behind him. “Hi, honey.” I said in a sultry tone and he turned to me, eyes practically bulging out of his head. “We’ll leave you guys alone.” Payback said and they walked away. “Hi, pretty girl.” He said, his large hands gripping my waist and pulling me close. “You like it?” I asked and he nodded, his fingers scrunching my dress slightly. “I may not make it home.” He said and I giggled. But of course, he couldn’t wait. So here we are at a red light, his cock in my mouth as one hand lifted my dress, palming my ass. “I can finally mess up this bun.” He said, taking my hair down and running his fingers through all the hairspray I had in. It felt nice as he massaged my scalp and after a few more minutes I was swallowing more cum. I gasped as I popped him from my mouth, looking at him and wiping drool from my lips as he pulled into the driveway. “Messy head has got to be my favorite.” He said, smirking at me. “Enjoying your birthday so far?” I asked and he nodded as he reached over, caressing my cheek. “I am. This is one of the best birthdays ever.” He said, I turned nuzzling into his hand before kissing his palm softly. “Are you sure your jaw doesn’t hurt?” He asked and I couldn’t contain the giggle that bubbled up my throat. “No. Honey, I’m fine.” I told him. He didn’t really believe me, but that all went away when I cooked his mom’s recipe for marry me chicken. “God this is amazing.” He said, as he put a bite in his mouth. “Marry me.” He said and I giggled. “Already taken, honey.” I said as I wiggled my ring finger. 

After dinner Rooster sat on the couch and I told him to stay there. “Honey! I told you not to get me anything!” I ignored him as I grabbed the wrapped box from the closet, taking it downstairs. “I know. But you’ll love this.” I said as I handed him the medium sized box. He stared at it for a moment before he looked at me. “Go on! Open it!” I said excitedly. He just chuckled, ripping the paper off and opening the box. “O-oh. Mags you shouldn’t have.” He said as he pulled out the fuzzy bear. He stared at it, flipping it around, not looking all that pleased. “Do you not like it?” I asked and he looked at me, questioning his next words carefully. “Oh, ye-yeah. Of course. I always wanted a teddy bear for my thirty-ninth birthday.” I just giggled. “Look down in the box.” He did and pulled out a photo. It was him and his parents and in his hands was the original version of the teddy bears I gave him. “Wait… Is this Mr. Snuffles?” I nodded. “Not the exact same one, but yeah, it is.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. “My dad gave me this just before his first deployment after I was born. I carried this thing to college with me. Hell, it’s probably in one of those boxes Tilly gave me.” I smiled, laying my hand over his and his eyes snapped to me. 

“Squeeze the left paw.” I said and I couldn’t hold back the tears that lined my eyes. He kissed my temple before squeezing the paw. “Hi buddy!” It was his dad’s voice and immediately tears fell from his eyes. “You’re one today! God this year has flown by and I wish I was home more to see you grow. But I have a few weeks of leave coming up and I can’t wait to spend all my time with you and your mama. We’re gonna go to the beach, and spend all our time playing in the backyard! I know you’re only one, but I’m even gonna get started on that treehouse for you. You're the greatest gift your mom ever gave me, and I hope I can be as good of a dad for you as your grandpa was for me. I love you, Bradley. To the moon and back, as far as the universe stretches and I can’t wait to see you grow up and become an amazing person. I have to go, but I promise we’ll have so much fun when I get home. I love you, buddy!” As soon as it cut off sobs racked his body and I pulled him into me. “Bradley-” “Thank you.” He cut me off and I smiled, kissing his head and running my fingers through his hair as he clutched the bear to his chest. “I figured you’d cry but I didn’t expect this.” I said and gently soothed him until his sobs turned into little hiccups. “I forgot what his voice sounded like.” My heart broke. I could never imagine not knowing what my daddy’s voice sounded like. “Oh, Bradley.” I pulled him down till I was laying flat on the couch, his body on top of mine. “This is the best gift you could’ve given me, Mags. Thank you.” He sat up, wiping his eyes just as Dahlia came over, licking his face and making him laugh. “Thank you, big girl.” He said, leaning over and kissing her head. “So, you like it?” I asked and he listened to the message one more time. “I love it.” 

The next day we spent most of our time lounging around before we got ready for the concert. “You sure you want to go?” I asked as I finished straightening my hair. He nodded as he slipped on another Hawaiian shirt. “Of course. I’m really excited.” He said smiling at me as I stood in the bathroom in nothing but a black bra and thong. He groaned, sitting in the chair in the corner, looking at me with a devilish smirk. “What I wouldn’t give to have you on my cock just one more time.” I giggled as I walked over to the closet. “No time. We have to meet Phoenix and Hangman at the venue. So save it till we get home.” I said and he groaned as I tossed on a simple blue dress. I usually wouldn’t wear a dress to a concert, but I know Rooster will be behind me the entire time so I wasn’t worried about creeps sticking their hands up my dress. Once I was dressed, I slipped on some flat sandals and pulled my ID and my card from my purse. “Put that in your pocket?” He nodded, taking them and putting it in his wallet. “Ready?” He asked and I nodded. The drive the venue was easy, parking was a bitch and we wound up walking for twenty minutes before we arrived at the end of the line. “Are they here yet?” Rooster asked and I shrugged. “Let me text Phoenix.” I said. “No need. Hangman!” He yelled and a blonde head snapped around to him. After a minute they stepped out of the line and came back to meet us. 

“Was parking bad for you too?” Phoenix asked and Rooster scoffed. “You have no idea.” He replied. We talked until the line started moving and finally we were able to hand over our tickets and walk inside. “Want a beer?” Rooster asked and we all agreed. It took a minute but we found a space on the left side close to the bar and the bathroom and out of the path of the crowd surfers. We enjoyed the openers but now it was time for the headliners, the entire reason we were here. The lights turned down and the music started causing Phoenix to grab my hand tightly. The mood in the crowd shifted and the mosh pit grew, pushing us a little but nothing too bad. I couldn’t help but scream the lyrics as Phoenix and I bounced. “Here am I! Take me to the pearly gates! Don’t let ‘em hit you on the way out when I take your place!” Rooster and Hangman had to take a step back from us, seeing as we kept bumping into their chests. I was sure my voice would be gone by the end of the concert, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was having the time of my life, especially when Rooster would wrap his arms around my waist, holding me close and swaying with me. He even knew some of the lyrics. “I said it’s enough! I begged and I ran in circles! I climbed to the sun and fell in a concrete jungle!” By the end of the concert we got into the merch line, waiting forever before we were all leaving with shirts tossed over our shoulders. “We should hit up The Hard Deck.” Jake suggested and I smirked. “I don’t know man-” “Please, Roo? Just stop by and say hi. Then we can go home and we can do what you asked about earlier.” He sighed, knowing we wasn’t about to say no. “Okay. But we aren’t staying long.” I cheered, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. “Yay!” I cheered, grabbing his hand as we all walked towards our cars. “See you there.” Hangman said as Phoenix and him veered off. 

Rooster helped me into the bronco before getting in himself. I smirked, sliding myself into the middle seat and leaning on him. “Did you have fun?” I asked and he nodded, kissing my head. “One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.” He said, backing out of the parking lot. “You know, I was listening to that one song and they’re right. Love is the death of peace of mind.” I hummed in agreement. “I worry about you a lot Mags.” I smiled up at him. “That’s okay. I worry about you a lot as well.” He chuckled and soon we were pulling into the sandy parking lot of the beloved bar and Rooster dragged me out through his door. I was caught off guard when he pushed me up against the side of the bronco. “Let’s get this over with,” He said as he kissed my neck, his fingers reaching around to grip my ass through my dress. “That way I can get you home and naked in my bed.” I giggled, pushing him away slightly. “Then I guess we better go in.” I dragged him inside and immediately everyone was yelling. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” There was a banner above the bar and Penny had a cake set up. “I thought I said no party.” I shook my head. “No party. Just a typical Saturday night at the bar. But tonight we have cake!” I said, pulling him towards the bar for a beer. “Happy birthday, Bradley.” Penny said, pulling him into a hug. “Thanks, Penny.” Mav came over, hugging him as well. “So, how was yesterday?” He asked and a blush crept up my cheeks. “Amazing! You should see what she got me!” He said, pulling out his phone and pulling up the picture of the bear. “Is that Mr. Snuffles?” Mav asked and Rooster nodded. “She even managed to get an old voicemail dad left for me on my first birthday and put the recording in the paw, so when I press it, it plays.”“How did you get the voicemail?” Mav asked. “I called almost every phone company in Virginia and finally found the one that had Carol’s name. Then I filled out some papers and got access to the voicemail box.” Mav seemed shocked as Bradley tucked me into his side. “That’s amazing. When I come over you’ll have to play it for me.” Rooster agreed and we walked off, grabbing some cake from Penny. We spent about an hour playing pool and catching up before Bradley was ready to go. “Bye guys!” He called and everyone waved. We were halfway to the bar when he stopped, turning me to face him. “Thank you. For the past few days, you have made me so happy.” I smiled up at him. “Good thing I get to make you happy for the rest of our lives.” He smiled, hands coming up to hold my face before he leaned down, kissing me sweetly, making butterflies build in my stomach. Suddenly, a loud bang went off, scaring everyone. The sound of glass shattering filled the room as Rooster grabbed me, something splattering against my face as he pulled me to him. Something whizzed by my head and soon, everything went quiet. Roosters fingers dug into my skin, scrunching my shirt in his grasp. I pushed away from him, standing straight, and looking around. Everyone else was looking around in confusion and standing from the floor. I turned to Rooster, looking up at him. “Are you…” My voice trailed off when I noticed how pale he was. I had never seen him this pale and he had a look of fear in his eyes. “Roo?” He gripped me tightly and stumbled a little. My eyes trailed down to his chest, the white tank top he wore under his Hawaiian shirt, flooding with red. A horrified scream escaped me as I grabbed him, but he slipped through my grasp, crashing to the floor.

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[evansblues]

Hi Blues!

I don't know if you plan to do an energy check or a reading, but I just feel uneasy for Chris right now. It's kind of a funny image with a serious message, but I see him as one of those used car lot balloons- moving in every direction with seemingly little control, and is ready to deflate at any moment. He needs calming energy or he will burst. He doesnt seem to have a center or a core to keep him steady.

Not sure if the full moon may have any influence- good or bad?

Also, how are you doing? Are you taking care of yourself?

Thanks!

🦋

The energy of the moon can be intense, good or bad is relative. It also depends what you do with it.

When lunations hit me hard I also feel like a balloon stick person. Let’s see how he handles it. This one for me is fine. It’s helpful.

[hotarutranslations]

Kitakyushu and Memories

Evening

Kitakyushu performance! Thank you very much!

Ikuta-san seemed to be having a lot of fun~💚 It had the feeling like it was a hometown performance💚

Lives is something that's alive.. I really felt that today It was fun, righttt

Today, I'm happy I was able to perform, something I've been alwaysss practicing lately🤫🤫

Even though I've been seriously practicing,

When I was practicing in the dressing room, everyone laughed

Even Ako-chan laughed at me

I've been practicing pretty seriously?

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The ramen everyone ate was delicious, right?

Also today everyone also did an Erairi🤎 Tomorrow, Rairi, happy birthday--🤎

I also ate pino with Maira today And I also had a café latte We took a video like it was a vlog

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Riding in the car yesterday, The backrest of the seat Akanechin was sitting in, was at a right angle lol

I wanted to recline my seat but couldn't find the lever, Akanechin's whining was funny,

I was going to turn the video, but Maria, who was sitting next to me, found the lever and was able to fold the seat down, Then I said, aah..it wasn't recording.. and so they did a take 2 for me

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I've watched it many times already, its so funny I'm crying🎈

When I started talking I thought I was being funny, When I was laughing like an orangutan, Nonaka and Akanechin super laughed at me🎈

Staff-san gave us pocky (balloon) Since I was taking a plane (to avoid it bursting), Ako-chan was doing her utmost to deflate the balloon in the dressing room

The way to pump air into was through a straw, Therefore the straw would probably let the air out, But there wasn't a straw, Apparently the air was released with a toothpick 🎈lol

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He winces, and the squeak he makes sounds a lot like a balloon animal slowly deflating. 

“You were getting so far in that one,” he bemoans, and sure, if he uses more creamer than he needs so that Crowley can litter, it evens out in the end, doesn’t it? In the grand scheme of things. 

( The scheme of things is he looks so happy when he’s stacking them up like that. ) 

He bends to the side and picks up one of the cups that’s fallen, putting it back on the table for him to stack. 

“Stay the night?” His voice still has that squeaky quality - again, like a balloon animal, but this time one being twisted into creation. “Here? It’s snowing,” he adds, as if this might be helpful. “You can’t stay in the car while it’s snowing.” 

“  stay the night with me?  ”

Crowley is busy building a jenga tower out of a line of empty creamer cups Aziraphale had left behind on the table because he likes his cream with coffee and not the other way round, a habit which Crowley has yet to tempt him out of but accepted on the condition that they forgo the neat little cermaic pitcher for cream in lieu of handfuls of tiny little wasteful pails* each containing about a tenth of the amount of cream required to turn the angel's coffee a palatable color. The sudden nervous pitch of Aziraphale's voice knocks his hand to the left, collapsing his tower like a house of cards. He sighs and looks up across the table, distracted, as he goes about stacking them again.

"Sorry, what was that?"

* The trade-off being: Aziraphale gets his preferred beverage of choice--a little bit of heaven--and Crowley adds to his carbon footprint on behalf of hell.

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i will soon be officially a car owner :’)

[honey-dew-woo]

No idea how to do a request or use tumblr 🥲 however, I’m already in love with your story and one shots! If you have the time, I’d love a H_NGM_N x reader one shot! I feel like he has that one person who can poke a hole in his ego 😂 On an related note, if you have a/c questions, I may be able to help!

Ok so I suck at writing for this man, so I'm so sorry if it sucks! Hope you enjoy it though! I pinky promise I tried!

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"He's like a balloon with his inflated ego." Bob spoke to Phoenix before taking a sip of his beer.

She nodded before responding, "No arguing with that. But if he's a balloon, then she's definitely his pushpin." The female pilot nodded in the direction of Lt. L/N. "If there is one person who can deflate his ego. It's her." Phoenix smirked, as she watched the game of pool play out.

"That's a bullshit shot." Rooster complained, motioning to the cue ball which was now on the opposite side of the black eight ball, of where he needed it to be.

Hangman scoffed, arms folded as a cocky grin laid at rest on his face. "What? Just cause you can't make it, Bradshaw?" He offered, making Coyote laugh. I approached the pool table, with a tray of beers in hand.

"Play nice, boys." I joked, placing the tray of beers on the table before taking one for myself. 

Coyote smiled at me, walking over to the beers. "Yes Ma'am." The man spoke, as the other two boys at the pool table looked over at him in confusion. "Hey I listen to the lady that brings my beers." He challenged, pointing at both of them. This caused us all to go to into a fit of laughter.

"Now, what move was bullshit?" I asked, standing next to Jake. He draped an arm around me, pulling me closer into his chest. I looked up at Rooster across the table as he narrowed his eyes at Hangman.

"Jackass here, jumped the cue ball over the 8 ball, just to prevent me from scoring." He explained, trailing his eyes downward to meet mine. My brows furrowed.

"Don't be jealous just cause you can't do it, Bradshaw. It takes skill." The man next to me smirked, and I left his side. Grabbing the cue, I lined it up with the cue ball, Bradshaw moving out of my way and I studied the cue ball for a moment.  I then proceeded to pop the ball over the eight ball once more, and handed the cue back to Rooster. "There ya go." I smiled, patting him on the shoulder. I walked over back to sit with Coyote. Jake was left with a look of shock and awe on his face, standing across from a very smug Lt. Bradshaw.

"It takes skill." Rooster excused him as Jake's face grew red.

"Shut up man." He shook his head before continuing the pool game, not exactly playing as well as he was before. I got up after a few minutes to sit down with Phoenix and Bob at the bar.

After awhile of conversating with them I felt someone hover behind me, before they placed their arms around my torso. Leaning my head back, I found Jake, and pressed a kiss to his jawline. "Hiya Handsome, can I help you?" I smiled up at him as Phoenix and Bob headed away.

"You ready to go?" He asked, and I nodded. I paid out my  tab and we went to the car.

After sliding in the car, the only light provided by the headlights and dim parking lot light of the bar, I looked towards Jake, who sat in the drivers seat. "It takes skill." I grinned, much like the Cheshire cat.

He shook his head, focusing on driving. "Shut up." 

[strawberrysodaslut]

hi!! could you write a platonic steve harrington x gender neutral reader where the reader is still in highschool and close friends with steve, and they’re really worried about a big presentation they have coming up so they go to him for help/comfort? i hope you’re doing well!

this was lowkey self indulgent bc i really could’ve used something like this

Presentations have always been, and always will be, the bane of your existence.

You stared at your cue cards, confused if you forgot english while writing them or if you’d forgotten english right now.

The walk to school wasn’t long, but you still spent every second staring at those cards, trying to memorise the messy handwriting just in case.

A car slows behind you, before coming to a stop. It doesn’t take much to recognise the car, it’s Steve.

You’d been friends for a while, somehow managing to see eachother nearly every day despite him graduating the year prior. All your friends like to tease you, calling him your “boyfriend”, but it wasn’t like that. The two of you were truely just friends, or as Robin said it, “Platonic with a capital ‘P’”

He rolls down his window, “Hey, you need a ride?” You honestly didn’t, the walk would only take about ten minutes. But you wanted to see your friend, so you hopped in.

“Now,” He starts, “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re stressed, and you, my friend are, stress city. You wanna fill me in on what’s going on?”

You shake your head, “It’s just a stupid presentation.” You say, fumbling with your cue cards.

He smiles, “Oh, I know what presentation you’re talking about. Dude, I did that last year- and even I got near top marks. You’re gonna be fine.”

You sigh, “No, it’s not just that. It’s also the people, everybody’s staring, and judging.” You cradle your knees in your arms, the stress building back up.

Steve puts his free hand on your knee, giving it a friendly rub before moving it back to the steering wheel. “Do you want me to be honest?” He turns to you, waiting for an answer.

You nod.

“Okay, well, half the kids in there are so stressed about their own presentation, they’re not hearing to a word you’re saying. The other half are bored and just want class to end.” He said, turning into your school parking lot.

“Does that make anything better?” He asks, giving tou a cheeky grin.

You nod, sending him a soft smile, “Yeah, I’ll let you know how it goes?”

“I already know you’re gonna kill it,” He says, making you laugh and slap him in the arm, “But yeah, let me know.” You get out of the car, ready to face the presentation.

Two weeks later, you’re running into the Film store, the results of your presentation held firmly in your hand.

Robins sitting at the counter to greet you, “Hey, Steve’s out back, something about his hair deflating- he needs to put some more helium in the balloons holding the strands up.”

You laugh, heading to the break room. “Steve!”You call to him, he turns around, a smile breaking out from his face.

He runs up to you, lifting you up and spinning you around. “Did you get it?” He asks, putting you down.

“Yep,” You say, showing him the grade, “Full marks.” You send him a triamphant smile.

“Ugh! I knew it!” He says, pulling you into a hug, “I told you, I said you’d kill it!”

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NYCC panel tomorrow

Does anyone know if they have special mics available considering Chris is completely tone deaf?

Sorry, just want them to be prepared for his nonsense responses if they don't have the right equipment.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 5)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); very slow burn

Word Count: 3.7k

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Chapter 5 - Terms and Conditions

Emily moved to get out of the car, so I followed her lead.  She rushed around the front of the car to my side and stuck her hand out for me to help me out.  Chivalry was very important to Emily, I noted.  I slipped my hand in hers, expecting her to drop it as soon as I was out.  To my surprise, she clasped our hands together and walked me to the front door. 

Her house was huge.  Our half hour drive time plus the fact that it was dark and quiet indicated we were outside DC.  I could hear running water nearby.  I couldn't tell if it was a fountain or a river.  The sconces illuminated our way as well as her home.  It looked like a cottage tucked away in the forest if cottages could be mansions.  "You don't live in the city?"

"I like to be halfway between Quantico and DC.  Plus, this is a bit more private."  Our hands continued to swing between us as she pulled me up the path to the front door.  I turned towards her, expecting her to open the door and lead me inside.  She leaned in slowly.  My heart took off in a sprint, pounding so loudly in my chest Emily could probably hear it over the night's silence.  It was too early.  We had only been out once.  We were still getting to know each other.  Though my brain rationally understood that, my heart was still excited for this.  My body was excited to know what her lips felt like on mine.

The closer she got, the easier it was to smell her sweet scent.  It washed over me, emptying my head of everything but her.  My breathing increased; my chest heaved.  I noticed her eyes flicker down and then smirk back up at me.  "Excuse me, Indi.  I have to unlock the door."

I deflated like a balloon – my lungs, my hopes, my dreams.  And immediately I was filled with red-hot embarrassment.  Of course she wasn't going to kiss me this early.  She hadn't even indicated that she wanted anything physical.  I was so young, so naive.  Obviously, she wouldn't be attracted to that.  I needed to be more sophisticated.  That's what she was used to, and it's what she deserved.

She placed her hand at the small of my back again and shuffled me inside.  She flipped on some lights, and I was shocked by what I saw.  For some reason I expected sleek metallics, lots of blacks and silver.  I expected a cold, staged house.  Rather, we walked through a foyer and hallway into her huge, open living room connected to a very large kitchen.  Everything was warm, plush, and cozy.  There were candles, books, and blankets sprinkled throughout the room.  It felt like home.  The back wall was a row of French doors, the glass panes allowing the moonlight to stream through. 

I noticed the moonlight glint off something in the backyard.  "Do you have a pool?" I asked, looking out the French doors.

"It's the creek.  You should see the sunrise over it.  It's gorgeous.  It's actually why I picked this property," she said softly.

But as beautiful as the room was, my eyes wandered to the huge piano in the corner.  It was sleek and gorgeous.  An absolute dream.  She had it facing so that I could imagine myself playing and looking out the windows watching the sun set over the creek.  I yearned for that to happen, but it was rude to expect to commandeer her piano.  I looked down, embarrassed I had let my thoughts get away from me like that.  This wasn't my home.  I was in someone else's home – at the whim of a stranger, too poor to pay my own bills.  I was a glorified whore.

I felt a finger on my chin, tilting my face up gently.  She pulled my gaze up to meet hers.  "I know you're dying to play.  You're incredibly talented – I watched the video on your profile.  Would you play for me sometime?"

"You mean that?" I asked, hope swelling in my chest.  But then something shifted.  My lips parted on a gasp.  Her eyes entranced me.  There was an unbearable tenderness in them that made my heart yearn for something.  I never liked brown eyes before.  But hers were so rich and deep, I lost myself in them.  My embarrassment faded into a pleasant anticipation swirling in my stomach for the thousandth time tonight.

I was already losing myself in Emily.  I bit my lip in worry.  Emily was making me feel and think things I never had before.  Who would I be at the end of all this?  How much of myself was I going to lose?  It didn't matter though.  Because looking in her eyes, I knew that no matter what happened, it would be worth it.  Any second spent with her would be worth whatever was to come.

She interrupted my self-doubt.  "If we do this, it's yours to play whenever you want.  I can't play.  As of now, it is the most expensive decoration in the house.  It deserves someone as talented as you to play it.  I'd expect you to play if you want to do this."

"Come," she said holding her hand out.  She pulled me to the couch.  "Do you want a drink?  I think I have a bottle of wine."

"I'm okay, Emily.  Thank you though."

Unlike the "easy" questions Emily asked at dinner, she was done holding back.  "What were your parents like?"  I stiffened; I hadn't talked about my parents in over a year.

"Uhm."  I swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry, I was only curious.  You're such a wonderful young woman.  I'm just trying to learn how you got here.  You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"No," I hesitated, "It's fine…I just-"  I interrupted myself with a sigh.  "It's just been a while since anyone's asked about them," I admitted.  I was touched Emily cared enough to ask.  "My mom was incredible.  She was one of those people that was just so carefree, so outgoing, you couldn't help but love her.  I was more like my dad, though.  We were both content to just be present, take it all in." 

I looked down and bit my lip, willing myself not to cry.  "I used to fight with my mom a lot," I whispered.  "Because we were so different.  I didn't think she understood me.  She couldn't understand why I wanted to be alone so much.  She always pushed me to go out and live in the world, not just read about it in a book.  Her and Penelope would have gotten on great."

"She sounds like a force to be reckoned with."

"Yeah," I finished lamely.  "Anyway, they were so supportive of my music.  I just wish they could see me now," I lamented.

"You don't believe they can see you now?"

I hedged.  "Do you?"

"No."

"Me neither.  I wish I could believe in Heaven and all that.  I just…don't."  I hoped I wasn't offending her.  I didn't know how we got to this heavy topic.  It was dangerous territory: one wrong word and Emily could call this all off.

"I came to terms pretty early with abandoning my faith."  I looked up at her in shock.  I was desperate to hear more.  I could tell she had a heart-wrenching story longing to come out.  I could see it behind her eyes.  "Maybe that's a conversation for another day…"

"Alright," I agreed, hiding my disappointment.  I didn't want to push her.  There was something so guarded about Emily.  It would take a long time to knock her walls down.  But they didn't scare me.

She was quiet for a few beats and then asked, "How long have you been out?"  So we weren't done with the super personal questions after all.

"As long as I can remember really.  Sometime in middle school.  It wasn't a big deal for my parents, so when I realized I liked girls, it wasn't a big deal for me either.  I was really lucky."

"Sounds like it.  That's really nice.  Everyone deserves that," she said wistfully.

"I take it you didn't have that?"

"No," she said matter-of-factly.  "But I don't actually think it's about being gay.  If it weren't that, it would be something else with my mother.  She's an ambassador, so it's all about the political capital, the public perception.  I grew up all over the world, never really finding home.  I was never anywhere long enough to lay down roots."

"I'm sorry, Em."  And I really was.  What a horrible way to grow up.  I couldn't fathom not having supportive parents who loved me unconditionally.  It was inconceivable to me to have parents that only used you as a pawn in their political gains.  Though my childhood was cut short by unspeakable tragedy, my heart ached for the childhood I was now sure Emily didn't have.  "I wish things had been different for you."

She cleared her throat and asked, "What would you do if not for music?" not so subtly changing the subject.

My brow furrowed.  "What do you mean?" 

"If you weren't studying music, if you weren't going to pursue a career playing piano, what would you do instead?"

I let a puff of air out.  I genuinely had no idea.  It had never occurred to me to form a backup plan; this was always the plan.  "I don't know," I said, still thinking.  "I honestly have never thought about it."

She didn't have another question, so I asked, "What about you?  What would you do if you weren't in the BAU?"

"Well, I didn't always work at the FBI, but I have always done this type of work.  I've only been with the FBI for about two years now, but I did similar work abroad.  I'm kind of with you though – I don't know what I would do if not this."

I smiled.  There was something nice about loving what you did so much you couldn't imagine doing anything else.  I liked that Emily loved her job.  "What made you come to the FBI?"

"I was on assignment where I was undercover.  What I didn't realize when I took the job was that meant working 24/7.  You're always on the job.  It was exhausting.  Even though I'm always working, I'm still working less than I did a few years ago.  It was a nice, slower job."

"Wow, you really are a super spy saving the world."  My thoughts betrayed my words though.  I wanted to seem supportive but I couldn't fathom her working more hours than she did now.  Her current job was a "slow" job to her?  I had already seen firsthand how much she worked.  She was the definition of a workaholic.

She chuckled.  "I wouldn't go that far, Indi.  It's nice, if not a bit lonely."

I tilted my head at her.  "What do you mean by that?"

She sighed as if she were upset with herself.  "I very stupidly started dating a coworker.  When we ended things, it was bumpy and awkward.  Still is even though it's been several months now."

My mind was spinning a mile a minute.  Why was I jealous?  She was perfectly free to date before me.  Hell, she was perfectly free to date now.  What we had wasn't real.  And yet, I wanted to be special to her for some reason.  "That must have been hard, dating a coworker.  Is that even allowed?"

She laughed.  "No.  It's very much discouraged.  We kept it a secret…Well," she stopped herself, "Mostly a secret."

"Is that very awkward to work with your ex?"  I bit my lip, hoping desperately I was being nonchalant enough about this.

"Most days, no.  But every now and then something crops up that stirs the pot."  I had the sudden urge to wrap her in my arms.  She looked like she could use a hug.  I didn't know where we stood though.  We hadn't actually formed an agreement, and there wasn't any word on touching the last time we spoke.

She looked at me for a few seconds and then randomly blurted, "You're too good to be true.  What are you really doing on SugarBook?  Surely not to just get help with the bills…"

I laughed in her face.  I didn't mean to; it was incredibly rude.  I was too good to be true?  She was every young lesbian's fantasy.  Rich, beautiful, smart, not overbearing.  "You can't be serious!  What are you doing on SugarBook?  I am certain you could date and have your choice of any gay woman in the DC metro, maybe even up to New York.  And maybe even some of the straight women, too."

She snorted at that.  "I told you.  I want someone to go with me to the events I have coming up.  Trying to date is exhausting.  Women only hang around me for my money or leave after a few months because of my work schedule.  I haven't had much success dating…"

"I find that incredibly hard to believe," I said before I could stop myself.

"Why's that so hard to believe?  I feel the same way about you."  And though I didn't believe in fate, something inside me thought maybe there was something to it after all.  It was like Emily and I were destined for each other.

"Well, I'm really just looking to pay this bill," I reminded.  I couldn't help but feel uneasy at the irony of it all.  Emily didn't like dating because women were only after her money, so she voluntarily entered into a relationship where I was only after her money?  I continued, "I was worried I would have to drop out after this semester because I couldn't afford it."

"Speaking of," she changed the subject again, "Can you email me your school information and give me permission to pay this bill?  I'm not sure what is required administratively to give me access.  Or would you prefer if I sent you the check and then you apply it to your account?"

"What's easiest for you?" I asked, still in disbelief this was really happening.

"Frankly, it would be easiest just to link my checking account to your school account so any bill could just be auto-drafted."  My eyes widened.

"You don't even want a bill?  To see the charges?"  She shook her head.  "What if I went to the bookstore and bought a new laptop and headphones?" I asked, trying to think of the most ludicrous charges I could rack up.

She shrugged.  "I'd consider it a school expense."  I thought my eyes might pop out of my head.  "I also know that you are unreasonably worried about what I'm spending on you.  So I think I'm safe from you making 'unnecessary' purchases," she said putting air quotes around it.

"Yeah," I chuckled nervously, "I suppose that's true…"  I bit my lip, struggling to find the words for how to bring this up.  Hell, just jump in.  "So uh, about the terms you sent the other day…"

"Yes?"  She shifted her weight, crossing her long legs and propping her head up with the arm resting on the back of the couch.

"I uh," I gulped.  "I noticed you…"  Jesus Indi, spit it out.  "I noticed you didn't mention anything physical."

"That was intentional," she stated plainly.  And she didn't elaborate.  I stared at her, unsure how to ask what I was dying to know.  Didn't she find me attractive that way?  Wasn't she interested in me like that?  She started chewing on her pointer fingernail.  Was Emily nervous?  She always seemed so sure of herself.  I had a feeling this wasn't something one saw often. 

"I told you.  I'm interested in companionship and dates to social functions over the next few months.  I'll type up a schedule for you and send it to you, that way you can mark your calendar.  But if my mother…" she cut herself off.  "Anyway, this is not a physical relationship, and that will in no way affect your weekly allowance." 

It was a lot to take in.  I had never heard of a sugar momma/daddy not ask for sex.  "Besides," she continued, "I'm interested in some…unconventional things.  Sex isn't part of this arrangement."  My mind reeled.  What could be so unconventional that she was willing to forego sex altogether?  I burned with curiosity.  Was it really so scandalous, she couldn't even discuss sex?  But it did make me feel LOADS better.

Emily was incredibly sexy, and while I was a bit stung she didn't feel that way about me, taking sex out of the equation lessened the pressure.  I didn't have to pretend to be some experienced woman for her.  I wasn't ready to have sex for money – it felt too close to prostitution.

"So what WILL be part of this arrangement, then?"

"I typed it up for you, if that's alright?" she asked standing up.  She walked over to the kitchen island and grabbed a small packet of papers.  "It's not too different from when we were texting the other night.  I just added a few more details.  Look it over," she said handing me the papers, "To make sure there aren't surprises in there you aren't okay with."

I read in silence.  As we previously discussed, the arrangement was for four months to fulfill all her upcoming social engagements.  I noticed she added a later option to renew if we both wanted that.  Minimal physical contact and initiated kisses only in the presence of others to make it look like Emily and I were dating.  I could…do that.  That didn't seem so different than tonight at dinner.  Could I kiss a stranger?  I looked up at Emily watching me read.  Yeah, I could definitely kiss this stranger.

I looked back down and continued reading.  I would have my own room and bathroom, but I needed to live here.  Cook, clean, company – just like we discussed.  "Emily to keep her grocery service so India will not need to grocery shop."  I nearly rolled my eyes; of course she had a grocery service.

"India's monthly allowance in the amount of three thousand dollars ($3,000) is hers to use as she sees fit, and requires no permission for any expenditures out of that account.  Emily will set up a bank account and direct deposit the allowance monthly."  Jesus.  Seeing that huge number again was quite the shock.  I didn't think I would ever get used to having that much money all at once. 

"Also in this account will be a reimbursement for this semester's tuition, fees, and expenses." 

My mouth gaped open like a fish.  "Emily!" I objected.  "This was NOT part of our original agreement."

"What wasn't?"

I flipped the paper around so she could see it.  "This clause here!  You can't reimburse my tuition and fees!  That's unfair to you!  I just need help paying this one bill."

"It absolutely was part of our original agreement.  I told you I would pay for tuition and fees."

"But they've already been paid!  It's too much," I argued.

"This one's non-negotiable, Indi.  Please.  This was exactly what you wanted help paying for: school."  I sighed, knowing I was going to lose this one.  I went back to reading.

"All expenses, including but not limited to dresses, jewelry, makeup, etc., needed to attend Emily's events will be paid by Emily."

"Any unanticipated, large expenses may be paid for by Emily but will need approval."

"Though this will be India's home as well, any friends coming over should be approved before invited."

"India not to work during any period of the arrangement except for the duties outlined in this agreement and her school obligations." 

"Emily, you can't be serious!" I objected again.

She sighed heavily.  "About what this time?"

"I can't work?"

"It's non-negotiable.  I want you to do well in school and not be worn out trying to juggle too many things."

"I've made it this far," I pointed out.

"But now you don't have to work.  Wouldn't you rather focus your time on hobbies anyway?  Or work on your music more?  Have time to learn the guitar?"  I bit my lip.  That did sound nice.  How easy it was for her to uproot my entire life!  "Does this sound like something you can agree to?"

"I need to discuss it with Penelope first."  Her brow crinkled in confusion.  "I'm not sure she can afford to pay for the whole apartment without me there."

"Obviously your rent is included in your tuition and expenses," she stated as if it were obvious.

"But I won't be living there!"

"Irrelevant," she dismissed before I could really get started.  "You need a place for when you return home.  You need a home to return home to.  So I'll take care of it."

"Then yes," I said shyly, "I would like to do this.  Do we need to sign anything?  How official is this?"

"Not.  It just gives us a good idea of what to expect for the next four months."  I yawned, the late night catching up.  "Let me get you home," she said standing up.  "This copy's yours."  She handed me the stack of papers back.

After the drive back to my apartment, she walked me to the door.  She cupped my face and said, "Goodnight, India.  I had a great time.  I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," I said softly, reveling in the feel of her hand on me.  "Text me when you get home, though?  So I know you made it safe?"

She looked at me with awe and bewilderment but nodded stiffly.  "Goodnight."  And she walked back to her car.

I slipped into bed and immediately fell asleep, anxious to get this next chapter of my life started.  And when I woke in the morning, I was pleased to receive my normal good morning text from Emily.  I was even more pleased to discover, on my way out the door to class, a huge bouquet of gorgeous flowers sitting on my doorstep.  Yes, I was eager to see where this would take me.

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[violetnotez]

Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

Music Collection | Tip Jar | Requests!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed 

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught 

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind 

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building  🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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[audrawrites]

Daylight

Daylight Part Three 

Links to the other parts: ch.1 ch.2 

Warnings: none 

summary: you and Alex share a moment during a night out with the team. 

WC: 1918

The small slot of free time you got between work and weekend plans was always spent curled up on the couch cramming as much relaxation in as you could. This particular morning was bright and blue skied, bright enough that with the curtains open, you didn’t have to turn on any lights inside your apartment. 

You were lying down, swinging your leg over the edge of the couch in a bored repetition while your favorite sitcom played on the TV. Since joining the BAU, you found that dark and gruesome TV shows weren’t half as enjoyable as they used to be. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table with a call from Emily that you'd been expecting all morning.  

“Em, hey,” relief flooded your veins as you heard her slightly muffled voice on the other end. “How are you adjusting across the pond?” You were sitting up now, all traces of boredom gone. 

“I’m doing okay, it’s a good setup over here. I miss you guys though.” You could hear the exhaustion in her voice and could practically see her sitting there fighting the urge to bite her nails. 

“We’re all gonna try to visit you as soon as we can, but you know how it is. The wicked never rest.” 

“Don’t worry. Just get here when you can, we are long overdue for a girls night.” 

“That we are.” 

“So, how’s the newbie?” 

“Let me guess. You’ve already talked with JJ,” you joked. “Alex is… nice. She’s smart and an amazing agent, but of course nobody compares to you, Em.”  

“I look forward to meeting her one of these days. JJ told me you guys work well together,” she echoed JJ’s words to you and you wondered what they were seeing that you weren’t. 

“It must be true then… everyone seems to be thinking that.” The conversation carried on for a while, until you finally got her to hang up after she was doing more yawning than talking. When the line went dead the balloon of happiness in your chest began to deflate. 

Luckily for you the  party squad, which was basically just Derek and Penelope, planned a night out to welcome Alex to the team. It wasn't anything fancy, just casual drinks at a bar, per Alex’s request of not doing anything too over the top. Hopefully that would distract you for the time being. 

You went through your closet and picked out a plain t-shirt with the symbol of a band you used to like back in college,  a pair of ripped jeans and paired that with your beloved well worn docs. Typical you-wear. 

You were set to meet the team at seven, and it was now six thirty. You did a quick once over in the mirror before ordering an Uber to the bar and heading out into the cool evening air. You spent the duration of the car ride contemplatively staring out the window, lost in the smear of street lights and cars passing by. The closer you got to the bar, the more you could feel the familiar pinch of anxiety in your stomach for reasons unknown to you. 

Everyone was already settled around a booth near the back of the bar by the time you got there. You looked confused over their lack of drinks, and JJ explained that they were waiting for you, so you offered to pay for the first round. It’s what Emily did for your welcome night out. Everyone scooted over to make room for you in the booth, and you wondered if it was some trick of the universe that you ended up seated directly across from Alex. Right where it would be hardest for you to keep your eyes off of her. She looked different tonight, her hair was wavy and blown out instead of the loose curls you were used to seeing and she was dressed more casually than she did at work while still managing to look classy. 

“So, Blake, how are you liking things so far?” Hotch asked after you all got your drinks.  

She took a sip of her gin and tonic before answering, “It’s intense. But there’s a lot of good, too.” You didn’t take your eyes off of her while she was talking. At that last part her gaze lingered on you… and your eyes met for a second before you looked down at your drink, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. 

That was only a coincidence. She was looking at everyone. 

“Good days and bad days,” Derek added. You swirled your drink a couple of times watching the ice move around, hoping that nobody noticed the flush creeping across your cheeks. 

Hotch was really in questioning mode tonight. “So, how did you get into linguistics?” He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, and the rest of the team must’ve shared in his curiosity because you could practically see them all lean in closer to her, like she was telling some old fable around a campfire. 

“Well, my mom, actually. Every morning we would do the New York Times crossword puzzle together, and that’s what piqued my interest in language.” She nodded resolutely at the end of her anecdote. It didn’t make any sense to you the way your heart seemed impossibly warm upon hearing her recount something so personal to her. It must be the change in her contenance, so different from anything she'd shown at work as of yet. 

The conversation flowed easily between the group, punctuated by laughter and friendly teasing, the perfect cocktail for forgetting your sorrows. It felt like one of those cheesy movie montage moments of all the happy friends together, which would typically cut to something melodramatic, but this time around it was all splendor. 

Now your drink was more melted ice than alcohol, so you got up from the booth and offered to grab drinks for anyone else while you were at the bar. 

“I’ll take another gin and tonic, thanks,” Alex pushed her empty glass into the center of the table with the other empty drinks. You nodded your head and strode over to the bar, all too conscious of eyes on you. The feeling itself was unsettling, but what else would be expected from a crowded bar? 

“Two gin and tonics, please.” You leaned against the bar to wait for your drinks to be made, it was a busy night, so you were expecting a wait. You glanced over at the team who were all engrossed in a story JJ was telling. 

“Can I, uh, buy you  a drink?” A man sidled up next to you at the bar with a smug look on his face. He was objectively good looking, but not your type. Definitely not your type. Way too cocky. 

“I’ve got one on the way,” you said feeling annoyed, pointing in the bartender's general direction. 

“Why don’t you have it with me?” You turned your gaze back to the table to see if you could catch anyone's eye and silently signal for help. Instead , you nearly lost your breath when you spotted Alex in a fit of laughter. Unfortunately, you were brought right back to your current predicament. 

“So whaddya say?” He realllly couldn’t take a hint. You would just flash your badge at him, but it was all the way back at the table and you were stubbornly wishing that your words alone would be enough to get an idiodic man to back off  just this once. 

“I am absolutely not interested in you. Get lost.” could these drinks get here any fucking slower? 

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, bitch, but you should count yourself lucky that any guy is even lookin in your direction-” you were staring at him blankly, unamused, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly his macho facade dropped and he showed his true colors. 

“You must have some balls… or, actually, maybe you have none at all, for talking to a woman like that.” You recognized Alex’s voice behind you right away. She placed her hands on your waist in a silent show of possession, and when you turned your head slightly, her face was an inch from your

“If I hear one more word out of your mouth I will knock your teeth out,” you snarled at him. 

“You better believe she will,” Alex backed you up. 

“I didn’t mean nothin by it,” he waved his hand in the air not knowing what to say, before high-tailing it away from you guys. 

The second he was gone, Alex removed her hands from you and took a step back and you immediately  felt the absence of her.  “Thanks for saving me. How did you..?” 

“I was on my way to the restroom and overheard him, and it didn’t take a profiler to tell that you were uncomfortable.” she just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. 

“Well, thanks again.” 

“No need to thank me.” she kept her intense gaze on you, making your cheeks flush again. 

You tagged along with her to the bathroom to fix your makeup so you told the bartender to hold your drinks while you were gone. The restroom was small and dimly lit, thankfully it was clean.You and Alex didn’t exchange any words until she emerged from the stall. There was music playing softly from speakers you couldn’t see. While she washed her hands, you leaned back against the cool marble counter, looking at her contemplatively. 

“What,” she smiled slyly, side eyeing you, shaking the water off of her hands before dying them. 

“Nothing. Just wondering…” you pushed yourself up from the counter. 

“Wondering what,” she turned to face you and tilted her head a little to the side. 

“Why didn’t you just flash your badge at that asshole out there? Instead of making him think you were my…” you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Your stomach was doing somersaults at your close proximity to her, and formulating any coherent thoughts was quickly  becoming impossible. 

“Maybe I just wanted a reason to get close.” She said in her silky smooth voice, reaching her hand out to you, barely brushing yours with the tips of her fingers.  

“Alex,” you started. You knew she was probably just tipsy and acting on artificial feelings. You wanted to tell yourself that this wasn’t important, that this two second interaction meant nothing, but you felt something. You were about to continue, but were interrupted by the opening of the bathroom door.

“Hey! You guys okay?” Penelope questioned, looking suspiciously between the two of you. 

“Everything is just fine,” Alex reassured her. 

“We’ve got drinks waiting, see you back at the table, Pen,” you said before leaving the bathroom with Alex at your heels. Oh god, oh god, oh god. When you were back at the table you kept finding yourself gripping your glass much harder than necessary, thoughts lost in the moment you and Alex just shared. If it could even be called a moment. 

You felt like you were in a sort of grey area, a purgatory of sorts, stuck and unsure about how to feel about her. But for  the rest of the night, your eyes kept wandering over to her. And every time, you were completely enraptured by her radiant beauty. Every time you looked at her, you felt a soft and gentle tug in your heart, pulling you towards her. 

Maybe your feelings aren't so confused after all. 

[vannahfanfics]

Electric Love

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka

Hey, all! Here’s my story for the Izuku Big Bang! I had the pleasure again of working with my good friend @danyartime​, so do be sure to check out her adorable art too!

Izuku bobbed his head to the upbeat poppy tune bumping from the small speakers of his desk radio. Though the volume was low to keep from disturbing his dorm mates, the thumping bass in the background of the happy lyrics vibrated the pencils and pens in the ceramic cup beside it. The little tink-tink-tinks of the writing utensils hitting the side of the cup added pleasant harmony to the song. Izuku hummed along as he scrawled notes into his hero notebook, recalling everything he could from the joint training they’d conducted with Class 1-B that day. Just as he was musing that it may be time for yet another volume of his detailed notes, the song ended abruptly to be replaced by a particularly loud yell from the radio host. Izuku jumped and looked at the radio, turning it up in curiosity. 

“Thank you for tuning in this evening, folks! Today we have a very special offer for a lucky listener! Prepare to dial your phones, ‘cuz the tenth caller will win tickets to AKB48’s upcoming concert in Akihabara!” the host announced excitedly. Izuku wasn’t big into girl groups, but he’d often heard his female classmates discussing the idols. They must be really famous! He thought, pulling up his phone and typing up the radio station’s number as the host provided it. “All right, folks! Get ready to hit ‘dial,’ because time… starts… now!” 

Izuku waited just a brief second before hitting the dial button and holding the phone up to his ear. He honestly didn’t expect much— there were probably hundreds of people calling in with the hopes of securing the tickets— but he did get a little excited when he wasn’t immediately greeted with a busy signal or a “sorry” message. The phone rang for a second, and then, much to Izuku’s surprise, someone picked up. 

“Congratulations, Lucky Number 10! You’ve won yourself two tickets to AKB48’s concert next weekend!” 

“R-really?” Izuku stammered in shock, completely floored that a whim of a call had actually won him something. “Oh, wow! Thank you!” 

“Thank you for calling in today! What’s your name, Lucky Number 10?” 

“I-Izuku!” 

“Well, Izuku, we hope you enjoy seeing the dolls of Akihabara in action! Stay on the line so we can provide you with information on how to claim your tickets.” Izuku did as bid while the radio host switched to a private line, playing a song for those who had been unsuccessful in their efforts in claiming the tickets. They gathered his basic information and provided him with the address to the local radio station, stressing that he needed to bring a valid photo identification to verify that it was indeed him and not someone trying to make off with his winnings. They made an appointment to pick up the tickets the following afternoon, since it was too late in the evening for a student to be out and about. After hanging up the phone, Izuku found himself excited to attend the concert despite not really being passionate about the band— new experiences were always thrilling, after all! 

Now… The real question is, who should I take with me? 

By the time he had retrieved his tickets and returned to the dorm the next day, Izuku didn’t have the answer to that question. He perched on the couch eyeing the two cardstock tickets with a frown, debating who to invite. He didn’t imagine that any of the boys were that into girl groups, so he couldn’t take any of them. On the other hand, all the girls probably liked them in some capacity or another. I want to take the person who would enjoy it the most!, he thought with a sigh, flopping back against the couch as the riddle poisoned him from the inside out. 

Just then, he heard Ochako and Kyoka’s voice drifting out of the kitchen. The two girls came shuffling out in their pajamas and fuzzy socks, probably getting ready for their weekly girls’ night as evidenced by the massive bowl of popcorn tucked in Kyoka’s arms. Ochako stared wistfully at her phone, petulant about something. 

“Man… I really wish I could go to the performance next weekend, but the tickets are so expensive!” she moped. Izuku perked up, peering over the edge of the couch. 

“Ochako, I told you that I would take you if you really want to go,” Kyoka smiled wanly. 

“No way!” Ochako refused, shaking her head vigorously. “I could never ask you to spend money like that on me!” She stopped walking to look at Kyoka, then deflated like a balloon and looked back to her phone once more. “All I can do is hope that they’re still performing by the time I’m making money as a professional hero…” 

“Hey, Ochako!” Izuku hurriedly piped up as the two girls turned to head upstairs. She whirled around to look at him, eyebrows raised in confusion. Izuku flushed as he sat up on his knees to look over the back of the couch, suddenly aware that it would sound like he was eavesdropping. “I-I couldn’t help but overhear… I, um, I won two tickets to the AKB48 concert next weekend in a radio contest. You’re more than welcome to use the extra ticket and come with me.” 

“Oh my gosh, Deku, are you serious?” Ochako screamed and zoomed over to him faster than he’d ever seen anyone move, even Tenya. She grabbed his hands, clasping hers around his with the tickets still clutched in his fist. Her nut-brown eyes sparkled with delight as they bored into his emerald ones, which only made him flush darker. “You really mean it? Oh, thank you, thank you! I’m so excited; they’re my absolute favorite girl group! Oh, I’m so excited!” 

Her animated reaction made a smile stretch across his lips and a warm, bubbly feeling rise up in his chest. When she let his hands go to take the ticket, she gazed down at it like it was the most special gift in the world; tears of joy even bloomed in the corners of her eyes. “Thank you so much, Deku,” she repeated again, softly and choked with emotion. 

“Of course, Ochako! We’re gonna have a lot of fun!” He grinned widely. Ochako looked up at him shyly, batting her eyelashes to blink the tears away, before whirling on her heel to scurry back to Kyoka. Izuku leaned his cheek in his hand, smiling dreamily, as the girl jumped up and down giddily while showing Kyoka the ticket like it was nothing short of pure treasure. Cute, he thought, his smile growing more enchanted as Ochako’s own illuminated the room with the brilliance of a star. Seeing her so happy sent a light, fluttering feeling through his chest, and he couldn’t wait until next weekend so he could see that bright smile again. 

The next week passed like a blur, chock-full of hero training interspaced with general lessons and heaps of homework. Izuku busted his behind to finish the week’s assignments by the eve of the concert, determined to have no obligations so he could enjoy the outing as much as possible. After penning his last page of a small history report, Izuku slunk downstairs to indulge in some much-needed human interaction. He sank down on the common room couch with a heavy sigh, right beside Denki and Hanta, who were spending the evening playing videogames. 

“Well, well, well, look who decided to crawl out of their hole and join the world of the living!” Denki joked, nudging him with an elbow before returning his attention to the racing game he was playing. He cursed under his breath as Hanta’s car slammed into his side and sent him crashing through benches and trees on the sidewalk. “Hey, man! Not cool!” 

“Ya snooze, ya lose, Denki!” Hanta cackled, leaning back on the couch and clapping the soles of his feet together excitedly. “Anyway, Izuku, you and Ochako are goin’ to that concert tomorrow, yeah?” he asked, sticking out his tongue and leaning his body as if it would make the virtual car turn harder. 

“That’s right! She seems really excited!” Izuku nodded eagerly. He thought of that illuminating smile, of the joy simply radiating off her being, and couldn’t help but grin giddily. Denki caught his dreamy expression out of his peripheral vision and raised an eyebrow, then teasingly stuck out the tip of his tongue between his teeth. 

“So, does she know that it’s a date?” 

“What?” Izuku sputtered, throwing up his arms and curling his legs up on the couch in shock. His face had turned a bright shade of crimson in a mere instant, his freckles buried beneath the fiery warmth of his blush. “I-it’s not a date! I just had an extra ticket, that’s all, and it would have been such a shame for it to go to waste, so I was looking for someone to give it to, and I overheard Ochako talking about how much she liked the band, so n-n-naturally I would ask her if she wanted to go, because after all, I had the ticket and that’s the nice thing to do—” he babbled, his face reddening with each breathless phrase. Denki and Hanta just stared at him with matching expressions of pure skepticism, which only made his face more reminiscent of a tomato. Steam was practically buffeting out of his ears by the time he lost all semblance of words and just started gasping like a fish out of water. 

“Anyway, does she know it’s a date?” Denki repeated, deadpan. Izuku slapped his hands to his face, utterly mortified. He hadn’t intended to ask Ochako on a date; he was just trying to be nice! What if she did think it was a date? He had less than twenty-four hours until they were set to go to the concert, but if she thought it was a date, then he had to make sure it was the best date ever! After all, it would be her first date, wouldn’t it? Oh, he would hate for her to have a terrible experience— and with him, no less! What should he do? What should he do? 

“Now, Izuku,” Denki sighed magnanimously, chucking his controller onto the coffee table since his friend was clearly distressed. Hanta pouted, disappointed he could no longer clown Denki with the racing game, but paused the game so he could walk around the couch to plop down on Izuku’s other side and sling his lanky arm around his shoulders. Izuku’s emerald eyes, shining against his crimson skin, nervously peered through the gaps in his fingers. “Don’t worry! There’s still plenty of time to fix this sad, sad, sad situation you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

“There is?” 

“Indeed there is!” Hanta chimed in agreement, nodding his head and holding up his index finger confidently. “Rest assured, Izuku, the two of us are gonna transform you into the studliest of studs so that tomorrow you’ll sweep Ochako off her feet, guaranteed!” Izuku tentatively lowered his hands from his face, blinking uncertainly. Despite his misforgivings, Denki and Hanta were popular with the girls of the Hero Course; surely they at least knew something about taking a girl out on a date, right? Whether or not that was true, the two boys hoisted Izuku up to cart him upstairs, ready to give him a crash-course on wooing their adorable, bubbly classmate and taking her on the best first date ever… 

The following afternoon, after a night of feverish courting lessons and last-minute reservations, Izuku was standing in Denki’s bedroom, nervously regarding himself in the mirror hanging on the back of the blond’s closet door. He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting, slightly torn jeans and a graphic tee— a much different look than his usual cargo shoots and simple tees. Denki fluttered around him, biting down on his lip as he suppressed excited squeals of delight. 

“Uh, Denki, are you sure about this?” Izuku asked, plucking at the white fibers of the shredded denim over his knees. “Shouldn’t I, like, dress for comfort?” 

“No!” Denki scolded and flicked him in the forehead, making Izuku whimper and press his hand over the pink mark on his forehead. “You dress to impress on a date, dude. Rule #1! Ochako’s probably gonna be dressed to the nines for this concert; you don’t wanna embarrass her! Sheesh.” 

Before Izuku could respond, Hanta descended upon him, spritzing him with cologne. Izuku hacked and coughed as the clouds of strong-smelling aroma wafted up into his face, stinging his eyes and throat. Hanta patted his shoulders and gave them an encouraging squeeze, grinning at him through his reflection. 

“You’re gonna do great, Izuku! Remember your training,” he encouraged with another squeeze. Izuku momentarily panicked, his mind flushing the last eighteen hours of grilling the two boys had subjected him to in the art of wooing women. Denki rolled his eyes and thwapped him upside the head with an encouraging smirk. 

“Relax, dude. You’re gonna do fine! Just remember to show Ochako a good time. That’s Rule #1!” 

“I thought ‘dress to impress’ was Rule #1?” Izuku blinked in confusion. 

“Every rule is Rule #1,” Denki tutted, but before Izuku could ask what good that did, Hanta steered him out of the room telling him that it was time for the show to start. They propelled him all the way to Ochako’s room, abandoning him there with no more than excited thumbs-ups and matching grins. Izuku watched them scurry back to the stairs, gulped loudly, and then nervously smoothed down his messy pine-green hair. He was already beginning to sweat; it beaded on the pads of his fingers as he smoothed them through his hair. 

Okay, Izuku! You can do this!, he encouraged himself with a roll of his shoulders and a determined sigh. He’d already informed Ochako that he intended to take her out for lunch today, and she should be ready for their outing by now. He took one more moment to steel his nerves before knocking on her bedroom door before he could change his mind. 

“Comi— oh dear!” 

Izuku winced as the cheerful call was interrupted by a loud thump and a startled squeal. He could hear shuffling and muffled whimpers and stomping around the room; just as he was about to inquire if Ochako was all right, the door swung open to reveal a breathless and red-faced Ochako. 

“Hey, Deku!” she grinned brightly as she swept a stray strand of her chestnut hair from her face, covering her anxiety with a nervous laugh. He could see her leaning awkwardly on one leg and the beginnings of a bruise forming on her other knee. “I’m ready to go!” she trilled, leaning in the doorframe and using her smile to try and hide the pained wobbling of her lips. He began to ask if she was really okay, but the words died in his throat when he finally took a moment to really look at her. 

She was wearing a pink sundress with a white ribbon around the waist, tied in a big bow in the back with lace accents. Shiny white sandals framed her feet, her pink painted toenails shining in the fluorescent lights of the hallway. A big pink-and-white bow was tucked into her hair, which framed her round face. A blush rose to Izuku’s cheeks as he stared at her, mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Ochako blinked perplexedly, eyes growing owlish. “Deku? What is it?” 

“Y-y-you look really cute today,” he finally managed. Ochako blinked again, and then her face flooded the color of her dress. She fisted the skirt shyly, swaying back and forth and trying not to let her happiness show on her face. 

“Thanks, Deku… You look nice, too…” She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger as Izuku continued to admire her beauty, her bashful little smile. After a minute of him just dreamily gawking, Ochako fluttered her eyes and politely pushed, “Um… Deku, shouldn’t we get going? We have a reservation at that sandwich place, don’t we?” 

“O-oh gosh! Sorry, sorry! Yes, let’s go!” In his flurry, he instinctively grabbed Ochako’s hand to begin pulling her down the hall. He heard her squeak in surprise and could feel the nervous sweat flood her palm, but for some reason, he didn’t feel the urge to let go. Her hand felt so soft and nice against his, which was scarred and calloused from the harsh use of his Quirk. She was careful not to touch his skin with her padded fingertips; they wouldn’t get very far with him floating off into space, after all! He did look at her briefly, however, silently inquiring if she was okay. She only grinned bashfully and gave his hand a little approvatory squeeze— and his heart rate shot into the atmosphere as that warm joy bubbled up inside of him. 

It was about a three-hour bullet train ride to Tokyo, where they would catch lunch before heading to Akihabara to attend the early evening concert before catching the train back. It certainly was a full day, but Izuku found himself excited as he joined the train with Ochako. Their curriculum was so demanding that it was rare they had a chance for an outing like this, and Izuku was happy it was with one of his best friends. Except… Best friends don’t go out on dates, he thought with a blush, looking down at where Ochako’s hand rested on the arm of the train seat. He’d let her hand go when they left the dorm, but his fingers had insistently itched to claim her soft hand once again. It felt like it had fit so perfectly in his own, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. 

He looked away from her hand before she noticed, busying himself with the scenic landscape of Japan idling by through the window. He wasn’t sure how long he spent watching the buildings and roads and trees and hills roll by, but eventually he heard a soft thunk that pulled his attention away from the glass pane. He turned to see that Ochako had slumped over the edge of the seat to loll into the aisle, her mouth parted as she gently snored. The thunk had been her bracelet striking the plastic edge of the seat as her arm slipped off. She was bent awkwardly with the other arm of the seat digging into her side. It certainly didn’t look comfortable, evidenced by the way her face twitched in discomfort and she mumbled something unintelligible but laced with pain. 

I can’t let her stay like that, Izuku thought. Gently so as not to wake her, he leaned in to loop his arms around her and pull her back into the seat. She immediately began to slip to the side again, head bobbing, and he reflexively caught the side of her head with his hand. He flushed at the realization of just how big his hand was in comparison to hers, so easily cradling her skull. Tenderly, he guided her head to rest on his shoulder. Ochako’s face slowly became peaceful as she sought out his warmth, smacking her lips as she nuzzled into his neck. Heat flooded his body when the tip of her nose brushed his neck, but he fought the urge to spaz out because Ochako just looked downright adorable snoozing against him. 

Smiling sweetly, Izuku swept away a chunk of hair that had fallen into her face and tucked it behind her ear. Ochako hummed contentedly, her plump lips curling into a tiny smile. 

“Deku,” she mumbled sleepily. He tensed, afraid he’d actually woken her up; however, Ochako didn’t move, just continued to doze peacefully. He relaxed and then immediately tensed again when the realization struck him— Ochako had just said his name in her sleep. What does that mean? Does that mean something? Oh my gosh! Surely that means something, right? He used his free hand to nervously fidget, twiddling his fingers and jumping his leg up and down. His mind whirled for the remainder of the train ride, struggling to comprehend the implications of such a simple utterance. He was in such a whirlwind of confusion that he almost missed their stop as it chimed over the intercom. 

Izuku started with a gasp, then looked down at Ochako, who was still dozing peacefully. He gently shook her shoulder, looking up nervously as people began filing off the train. 

“Ochako… It’s our stop!” he whispered loudly. Ochako stirred, her eyelashes fluttering to reveal hazy, sleep-addled eyes. She looked up at him drowsily with a sleepy smile on her lips. Izuku couldn’t help but return it with a sweet one of his own, charmed by how cute she looked as she rose into consciousness. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” he joked. “Sorry to wake you, but we’re in Tokyo.” 

“Really?” she asked, looking around with her eyes still lidded with sleep. It took her a second to realize her head was propped on his shoulder, her short brown hair spilling over it like a curtain. When she did, however, she stiffened, and then bolted up with a squeak. Izuku only just managed to pull back in time before her head collided with his chin. Ochako covered her hands with her face, peering at him with appalled brown eyes. “I-I-I’m so sorry! How long have I been sleeping on you? That must have been so uncomfortable!” 

“N-n-no, not at all!” Izuku stammered back, waving his hands in denial. “It felt kinda nice, actually.” A split second of silence passed between them as they processed what he’d just uttered. Both of them then gasped and looked away from each other, both covering their bright red faces. The announcer pleasantly initiated the last call, making Izuku stand up stiffly. “W-w-w-we need to go! We don’t wanna miss our reservation!” 

“You’re right! Let’s go!” Ochako agreed, standing up and scurrying down the aisle while still covering her face. Izuku hurried after her, and they managed to hop off the bullet train just as the doors were closing. They stood awkwardly on the platform, heat radiating off them like a couple of steamed pork buns. They took a moment to recover from the embarrassing situation, with Izuku pulling up a map on his phone to navigate their way to the sandwich shop. He looked at Ochako, still slightly pink-faced, and coughed politely because she was still staring stressfully off into space. 

“Sh-shall we head off? I don’t think that the train station specializes in sandwiches,” he joked lightly and rubbed the back of his neck. Ochako smiled at his wisecrack, her opal-pink cheeks turning a pleasant shade of carnation as her discomfort was replaced with happiness. She nodded in agreement so Izuku turned around, standing on his tip-toes to hunt for the stairs over the sea of heads. The subway was bustling as those departing the train and those preparing for the next arrival blended together in a writhing, cacophonic mess. He and Ochako stared dauntedly at the tightly-crammed mass and the stairs hugging the wall beyond the great sea of people. 

“Um… Ochako… Would you like to hold hands?” Izuku offered shyly, looking at her with a sheepish smile. When her eyes blew wide like twin moons, his face blazed red and he hurriedly threw up his hands defensively. “I-I-I just don’t want us to get separated, that’s all! Th-there’s so many people, a-a-after all, and it would waste more time if one of us got lost!” 

“Oh!” Ochako blinked, the blush in her face fading with a sheepish smile. “Sure, Deku.” She offered him her hand and Izuku took it, careful not to touch all five of the cute little pink pads adorning her fingertips. As easy as floating over the crowd would be, it would probably present more problems than it would solve in the end. 

Clutching her hand tight and mildly self-conscious about the sweat that blossomed on his palm, he turned slightly to the side so he could shoulder his way through the crowd. He toted Ochako along, shouting “Excuse me!” and “Coming through!” over the chatter and mechanical din of the train station. Somehow, they wormed their way through the crowd and arrived at the base of the stairs, albeit a little breathless. He smiled at Ochako and moved to retract his hand, but surprisingly, she clenched down on his fingers. When he stared confusedly at her, she looked bashfully down at her feet. 

“It might be crowded on the street, so… maybe we should play it safe?” She peered out of her lashes at him, pink tinging her cheeks. Izuku’s eyebrows crept up his forehead, too stunned to even have the sense to blush, but the hopefulness in Ochako’s timid gaze chased away any inclinations of refusing. He just smiled sweetly and squeezed her hand, prompting her to look up at him. 

“Of course, Ochako. The last thing I’d want to do today is lose you.” 

She gasped lightly, then used her free hand to hide her face as it flushed bright red. Izuku, realizing how flirtatious the simple declaration could sound, did the same and looked over his shoulder. I didn’t mean for it to sound so lovey-dovey, but Ochako thinks this is a date, so I guess I should be a little flirty, right?, he thought, peering out of the gaps in his fingers at her. Though her hand covered most of her face, he could see the edges of her blissful smile poking out from underneath her fingers. The fact she was so happy at just a small comment made his heart flutter and a bubbly feeling rise up in his body. I want to make her as happy as I can today… he realized, a soft smile spreading over his lips. 

I’ll do my best to make this the best date ever for you, Ochako!

Finally, the two awkward teenagers gathered their wits enough to ascend the stairs to the street above. Like Ochako predicted, Akihabara was rather hectic; people streamed along the sidewalks, huddling close together as cars trundled by on the cobblestone roads. Flickering, bright neon signs towered over them advertising shops, deals, news, and— most importantly— the upcoming concert. Using his trusty map as a guide, Izuku weaved through the foot traffic toward the sandwich shop crammed in the small square space. 

“Wow! Look at all the cosplays, Deku,” Ochako piped up suddenly. He looked up with a confused blink, having been absorbed in following the map, before glancing around. Sure enough, a lot of the patrons moseying around were decked out in cosplay of their favorite anime characters. They flocked to the electronics and manga stores, coming out laden with goods. Others stood outside of maid cafés, chatting amicably with the girls in black-and-white dresses, thigh-high stockings, and cute bonnets trying to entice them in for an afternoon snack. Electronic music and chimes bled out of the door of a pachinko parlor as it opened and closed continuously with gamblers walking in and out, most of them defeatedly. 

“Wow! Akihabara really is as electric as they say,” Izuku praised. The air thrummed with energy; he could feel it vibrating under his skin, humming in his bones and sending a pleasant adrenaline pulsing through his body. He found himself with a prance in his step as he led Ochako on, both of them stopping occasionally to marvel at the eclectic displays that made Akihabara the haven for otakus and electronics enthusiasts. They paused so many times that they almost did miss their reservation, bundling into the shop with only a minute to spare and startling the hostess. 

Like the rest of Akihabara, the sandwich shop possessed an anime theme, specifically a popular magical girl anime that he knew Ochako liked to watch with Tooru. The waitresses strutted around in colorful, lace-laden dresses, playfully waving their ornate wands and punctuating their conversations with cute poses and sayings. Ochako’s eyes brightened immediately when they walked inside, and she looked at Izuku surprisedly as they were escorted to a table. 

“Izuku, did you pick this place because of me?” she asked as she eased into the booth seat, which was white and patterned with little pastel-colored hearts and stars. Izuku tried not to seem too proud of himself as he sat across from her, failing a little as the cheeky grin of satisfaction worked its way onto his face. 

“Yeah! They were really nice about working us in for the concert today,” he explained as he picked up the salt and pepper shakers, which were styled like fluffy alien mascots, to examine them with amusement. He set them down before smiling at Ochako, who looked like she was about to cry with gratitude. “I wanted you to have a good time, so I thought picking a restaurant themed after your favorite anime would make you happy!” 

She shrunk down a little in the booth. Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile too hard, but it broke free, stretching across her face until her eyes crinkled up into little half-moons. She played with the bow around her middle and shifted, her eyes trained shyly on the table. Finally, she murmured a soft, “Thank you, Deku. I really am happy.” 

“I’m glad,” Izuku replied, just as softly. She shifted again, her smile growing wider, though her face strained to fit the absolutely overjoyed beam. It made that fuzzy, bubbly feeling rise up within him again. He picked up the menu to hide his pleased smile. 

Everything’s going so well! 

They spent an hour or so in the shop, chowing down on scrumptious sandwiches and fraternizing with the costumed waitresses. Ochako snagged a photograph with every single one of them, and she broke down crying when the manager gifted her a free cosplay wand of her favorite magical girl because he was so charmed by her enthusiasm. She clutched it to her chest as they walked out of the shop, her eyes glittering like diamonds and her skin practically glowed with happiness. As Izuku pulled up his map again to find the concert venue, Ochako dramatically flourished the wand and bopped him on the head. 

“Am I a magical girl now?” He laughed while putting a hand on his head where she had tapped him with it. 

“Yep!” She giggled, tapping him again on his hand. “You’d make a beautiful magical girl.” 

“Thanks.” He laughed. “I’ll take that into consideration. Maybe I’ll make it my brand in a few years!” 

“Oh my gosh!” Ochako laughed, covering her mouth with an obscene snort. “I can just imagine you prancing around in thigh-high boots and a skirt with little plastic wings…” 

“I thought you said I would be a beautiful magical girl!” He whined. “What, is the image too beautiful for you to handle?” 

“Yes!”

They both began laughing hysterically at the image of Izuku waltzing around in a girly costume with his magic wand touting about the power of friendship and love. It certainly was amusing. They continued to joke about it while they strolled to the concert venue, a building tucked into the towering mish-mash of specialty shops. It proudly displayed “AKB48” in bright letters of purple, red, and blue on the scrolling neon sign, followed by a “SOLD OUT” in white. 

“It’s a good thing you won those tickets, Deku!” Ochako said when they filed into line. Izuku clutched the tickets in his hands; it would be a shame for them to come all this way only to have lost them at the finish line. They inched forward as the concertgoers were filed inside. 

“Yeah! I’m happy you agreed to come with me, Ochako. Truthfully, I don’t know anything about these idols,” he admitted while bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “I just called in for the heck of it. I was so shocked when I found out I actually won!” 

“Really? This is gonna be so much fun, then! I can’t wait to see what you think of them!” 

“Yeah?” he said, finding himself growing excited from her infectious enthusiasm. She began to ramble about the origin of idol groups in Akihabara and the rise of the latest, AKB48. Though Izuku really didn’t understand much of what she was talking about, the way her eyes lit up and a smile painted her round face made him listen along anyway. He watched her dreamily, more watching her mouth move than paying attention to the words coming out of it. She really is pretty, he thought absently, marveling at the sheen of her glossed lips. He wondered what flavor it could be. She seemed like a strawberry or cherry type of person, but maybe she opted for something unique. 

“Tickets, please.” 

Izuku was startled out of his daydreaming by the attendant, who had apparently been asking him for the tickets for several seconds, based on his annoyed expression and demandingly outstretched hand. Izuku hurriedly handed over the tickets while sputtering apologies, but the greeter only dismissively waved them through. Ochako encouragingly patted Izuku’s back as he shuffled on, sulking with embarrassment. 

I just couldn’t help but get so engrossed in her talking, he thought with a light blush dusting his cheeks. His eyes were still engrossed with her, trailing slowly to watch as she scampered up to the merchandise table to ogle the band tee shirts. A dreamy smile automatically appeared on Izuku’s lips; she just looked too cute, her index finger pressed against her pursed lips as she carefully surveyed the selection. He moseyed up behind her, hands clasped behind his back and his eyebrows raised meaningfully. 

“There’s a little time before the concert starts… Would you like a shirt, Ochako?” 

“What?” she cried, jumping at his sudden appearance. “O-o-oh, no, I was just looking! You already paid for lunch, Deku. I couldn’t possibly ask for more!” she refused, waving her hands. She was still holding the wand from the sandwich shop, so she accidentally bopped herself in the head with it during her nervous flailing. Her face turned bright red, but she continued to insistently refuse his offer. “Seriously, Deku, don’t worry about it. I don’t want one that bad.” Yet, her eyes slid longingly back to the table. 

“Yeah, you do.” He laughed and pulled out his wallet. He danced away when Ochako tried to swipe at him, dodging her grabs while pulling out a few bills. It took a few seconds for him to get back to the merchandise seller, who was watching them amusedly, but once Izuku dropped the bills into his hand, it was over. Ochako slumped defeatedly and sheepishly slid the shirt she wanted off the table, while Izuku grabbed another that had caught his eye. Izuku slipped his own over the tee-shirt that Denki had loaned him, and Ochako followed suit by sliding hers over her dress. The fronds of her bow stuck out awkwardly underneath, making Izuku chuckle and bat at them. 

“What? Do I look funny?” she pouted, grabbing the hem of the shirt subconsciously. 

“No,” he chuckled while rubbing the soft, wilky fabric of the bow’s tail between his thumbs. “I think it’s cute how big of a fan you are that you’ll wear it over your dress.” Ochako flushed and ducked her head, the edges of her smile peeking out of her swathes of brown hair. He reached out to tuck it behind her ear, and as his fingertips brushed ever-so-softly against her cheek, she froze. Normally he would grow flustered and flail about, but… there was something about the electric energy of this place that made him bold, that made him act on the warm, fluttery feeling that had been filling him up all afternoon. 

Slowly, that bubbly warmth had become sharper, stronger, turning into volts of electricity that shot through his bones every time Ochako gifted him that beautiful smile and cute pink face. He wasn’t even sure that he wanted to make her happy simply for her sake anymore, but rather a selfish desire to fuel the electricity pulsing within him, those sparks of affection slowly coalescing into an electric storm. 

“W-we should go find our seats,” Ochako gulped after a few seconds of staring at him in stunned silence, as his hands were still resting in her hair. He hummed in agreement and pulled back, sliding his hands in his pockets as he led the way. They walked into the concert hall proper to find rows upon rows of seats surrounding a spacious stage. Large black speakers lined its circumference and purple-blue lights basked the area in a dusky glow. Thanks to winning the special promotion, Izuku and Ochako’s seats were near the front— not too far up to be deafening, but close enough to still provide a great view and ambience. They pushed past the other concertgoers to take their place among the throng. They were just in time, as the lights soon dimmed and a hush descended upon the crowd. 

The silence was instantly replaced by deafening cheers as a group of young women in school uniforms skipped out on stage, smiling and waving enthusiastically. Izuku and Ochako barely had time to jam in the soft foam earplugs provided to them before the crowd erupted into their roars; even still, Izuku’s eardrums rang with the cacophony. After greeting the crowd, the girls set up in formation, prompting Ochako to touch Izuku’s arm excitedly. 

“Ah, they’re starting!” she squealed over the cheers. “I’m so excited!” She jumped up and down, standing on her tip-toes to watch the idols with sparkling eyes, and that’s when Izuku stopped paying attention to anything but her. 

Really, if he’d paid for the tickets, they’d have been a waste. Izuku spent the entire concert gazing at the girl beside him. The strobe lights played over her form in hues of pink and purple and blue, the light playing over her round cheeks pink with exhilaration and glinting off her bright smile and shining eyes. Sweat sheened on her skin as she danced excitedly in place and belted out the lyrics to the songs as loud as she could. Every time she looked at Izuku with an expression of sheer elation, he felt his breath leave his lungs. How a girl could be so utterly breathtaking doing something so simple as having fun, he wasn’t sure, but Ochako was. 

The electricity coursed through him, simmering under his skin and filling him to the brim with his own sense of joy. I think I love her, he realized with an adoring smile, just watching her sway her hips and toss her arms as she danced to the beat. No, I know I love her. Maybe he always had. How could he not? She had been there for him from the beginning of his journey, supporting him and encouraging him. She was the perfect balance of soft and strong, a kind heart ready to harden like steel whenever she needed to. And, God, she was beautiful, so beautiful his heart ached looking at her. She was a masterpiece underneath these flashing lights, the shining sun, the glowing moon— a soft and natural beauty that was as pure as the rest of her. 

Izuku found himself reaching out to her without realizing it. He gently touched her cheek, a feather-light trace of her skin. She dropped her arms slightly to look at him in confusion, and that’s when he closed the distance to press a kiss to her mouth. He felt her tense and then melt into him with a soft hum. Her body molded against his like it belonged there, her arms winding around his neck like they’d found their way home. The poppy tunes of the idol band faded into the background as they kissed slowly, sweetly, passionately, in the thralls of a love so electric it could power cities for all time. 

Eventually, they pulled apart, a little breathless and pink-faced. Strawberry, he thought absently when he licked his lips. Ochako stared coyly up at him and batted her eyelashes. 

“I didn’t know this was supposed to be a date,” she admitted quietly, so much so that Izuku almost didn’t hear her over the blasting music of the ending set. He did, though, and his eyes went wide in shock. 

“You… you didn’t? But Denki and Hanta said…” He trailed off with a groan, realizing just how big a mistake it was to listen to those two clowns. Ochako laughed when he face-palmed. She reached up to pull his hand away, still chuckling. The show had just ended with the crowd erupting in applause around them, but the two of them made no move to leave. 

“It’s okay,” she smiled sweetly. “I had an amazing time, Deku, really. This is more than I ever could have asked for.” 

“I’m glad, but…” He chewed nervously on the inside of his check. “Are you okay with it being a date? I mean, I thought… Which is why I kissed you, but if you didn’t want it, that was totally not okay of me—!” Before he could descend into sputtering rambles, Ochako silenced him by putting a finger over his lips. He crossed his eyes to blink at the digit, while she chuckled warmly. 

“Izuku, do you think I would have kissed you back if I wasn’t okay with it?” she teased. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. 

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true… So… does this mean we’re dating now?” 

“I suppose it does,” Ochako nodded bashfully, turning from side-to-side. Something about that made Izuku exceptionally giddy, so much so that he swooped in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. She squealed in surprise and delight, returning his affections with a nose nuzzle. Filled to the brim with more happiness than he thought humanly possibly, Izuku just took a moment to admire his pretty new girlfriend, and her deep brown eyes that were staring at him, so in love. 

They were practically glued to one another’s side as they exited the concert hall. Dusk had descended, with the last rays of the sunlight spearing into the lavender-blue sky. Though Akihabara probably had much more fun to be had, they unfortunately had to return to the dorm before curfew. They headed straight for the station and boarded the bullet train. This time, Ochako nestled purposefully into his shoulder, watching with lidded eyes as he scrolled through his news feed on his phone. Izuku looped his arm around her waist to hold her close to him, enjoying her warmth blooming against his side with the nighttime cityscape basking them in streetlight.

It wasn’t long until she dozed off. Her shoulders rose and fell with gentle breaths. Izuku petted her soft hair with a smile, still on his phone as he idly wove the silky strands around his fingers. His phone chimed suddenly with a text message from Denki, asking how the date went. Smirking, Izuku raised his phone to snap a picture of them— Ochako dozing against him, held securely in Izuku’s grip. 

If Izuku had to say, it went very well indeed.

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Magnolio, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 1583 Pairing: Cursed Male Werewolf x GN Reader

A commission for my dearest friend, Ana.

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You don’t know what it is about the old mirror in the antique shop that calls to you. It’s squat and ugly, and its silver frame is so tarnished that the designs are all but unrecognisable. Still, you watch anxiously as the cashier wraps it in recycled newspaper, and you buckle its seat belt in the car beside you on the ride home. Once there, you break out the supplies you usually use to help your grandmother polish her silver cutlery, and with a bit of patience and a lot of elbow grease late into the evening, you manage to buff off the patina and reveal the intricate designs that had been lost to age.

Wolves and flowers. What a strange and beautiful combination.

You make yourself a sandwich for dinner and pick away at it as you admire the new polish of the mirror, but something shifting in the reflection makes you frown and turn around to inspect your surroundings. What had just moved? Finding nothing, you look back into the mirror, only to find the face of a man staring back at you. You scream and flinch hard enough to throw your sandwich into the ceiling fan above you, its contents flying around the room as it hits the blades.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you hear a trembling voice say, and you scream again when you realise that it’s coming from the mirror. “Stop screaming! It’s only me!”

“Who the hell is ‘me’?” you squeak, voice shrill from hysteria. You’re probably knocked out somewhere. Maybe you’ve fallen down the stairs and got a hard whack to your head. It is the only reasonable explanation for why there is suddenly a man testing the barrier of glass between you and the mirror.

The mirror.

The mirror itself is now reflecting a room that is completely unrecognisable to you, panelled with rich mahogany and decorated in a very austere style. The man in the mirror is possibly in his 30’s, with long, black hair and deep brown eyes. His light brown skin is exposed at the throat and collar by a white shirt that froths lace at the cuffs of the sleeves and cinches in at the waist with the high waistline of his dark breeches, but that is as far as you can see in the view of the mirror. The man in the mirror peers curiously around your living area, frowning his bemusement.

“Am I in your home?” he asks, and he doesn’t wait for you to reply before going on. “Thank God. I was so sick of looking at the back of a cloth. I’m Magnolio. You are?”

“Dreaming,” you murmur, watching Magnolio as though he were a sideshow attraction. “I’m dreaming. I must be.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on it,” Magnolio demurs. “I’m sure your dreams are more exciting than an old man in a mirror. What a charming carpet. Is it new?”

“Uh, thrifted,” you say, startling as a slice of tomato unsticks from the ceiling and plops down by your shoe. Now that you took in the scene, you had some cleaning up to do. There was mayo on the ceiling fan, and bread stuck to the window. Swearing, you begin to gather the remains of your poor sandwich. Even if this is a dream, you aren’t going to leave a future dream-you with a mess to clean up.

“You missed a bit of green,” says Magnolio, pointing out a piece of lettuce stuck to the leg of a chair.

“Thanks,” you mutter, eyeing the man as you add the leafy green to your sad little pile in your hands. Closer up, you can see a pale scar beneath one of his eyes, ragged and poorly healed at the time of injury. You have never been one for dreams, and this one is taking the cake. “Magnolio, you said?”

“Yes,” he sighs, sounding dejected. “Surname Alinari, if that means anything at all these days.”

It doesn’t. Not to you, anyway. Still, you sigh and sit down in front of the mirror after disposing of the sandwich and washing your hands, staring up into Magnolio’s face. “So, what are you?”

“How rude. I’m Italian!”

“No, you idiot. Why are you in the mirror?”

“Oh,” says Magnolio, the wind that had momentarily entered his sails disappearing. “Would you believe I was cursed?”

“I think I can make allowances for strange stories if they’re told to me by a ghost in a mirror.”

“I’m no ghost!” Magnolio scowls. “I’m very much alive. I’m just stuck in this… other world.”

“So this isn’t just a two way mirror? Like a walkie-talkie?”

“A walkie-whatie?”

“Never mind,” you say, shaking your head. “What I’m seeing behind you isn’t on earth?”

“I think it might be,” Magnolio replies, caught off guard by the question. “It certainly behaves the way the regular world does, except that something like a barrier won’t let me past the gardens.”

“Huh. That sucks.”

Magnolio nods uncertainly at your slang, frowning down at you. “I’m surprised that you’re taking this so well. Most people try to break the mirror by now.”

“How many people have you met?”

“A few. I’ve been trapped in here for over a hundred years. I lost track.”

“You don’t look like you’re over a hundred.”

“Well, it appears that I remain the age at which I was trapped, so far as I can tell. I can’t die while I’m here. I’ve tried.”

Silence falls between you. Both of you shift uncomfortably at Magnolio’s admission, until you finally sigh and decide enough is enough. “Do you want a tour? Even if this is a dream, it’s only polite.”

Magnolio laughs softly, nodding in a way that made his long hair fall into his eyes. “I’d like that, I think.”

After assuring you that the mirror can’t be broken, you heave Magnolio and his mirror all through your house, and what you plan on being a basic tour turns into an in-depth explanation of your indoor plumbing and electricity. You learn that he was from a small village in Sicily in the early 1800’s, so you figure you have your work cut out for you when it comes to catching him up on the times, but Magnolio stops you before you can get mired in the details.

“I’m caught up on history,” he tells you, and he shifts his own mirror to show you a wall of books in the panelled room. “He made sure to give me things to do, in case he didn’t get back in time to undo the spell.”

“Who?” you ask, and Magnolio’s face falls.

“My late husband,” he says, absently fiddling with a pendant at his chest. “He sealed me in this mirror when the villagers came for me. He was meant to free me before the night was out, but the villagers killed him. They couldn’t break the mirror or get to me, so they buried it with him instead. Then his grave was robbed and I was taken to France, and then to Austria, and finally I ended up here.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, ruffling your own hair. “That’s heavy. How do I get you out of this mirror, then?”

Magnolio perks up, hand stilling at his breast. “You would free me?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess. It would be pretty shitty of me to buy your mirror, learn about you, and decide you’re someone else’s problem.”

“Oh,” Magnolio sighs, smiling brilliantly in a way that makes his eyes crinkle. “I would be forever indebted to you. You must kiss me under the light of the moon. Then I will be free.”

You heave a beleaguered breath. “I hope my neighbours don’t see this,” you grumble as you haul his mirror outside, looking around for strangers as though you were smuggling black tar over the border. When you confirm that you are, in fact, alone, you sigh and twitch towards Magnolio’s mirror. “Well. Pucker up, Mags.”

Magnolio frowns. “‘Mags’?”

“Just kiss me, man,” you plead, pressing your lips against the mirror’s surface.

Startled into movement, Magnolio closes the distance between you, planting his lips over yours through the mirror. For a moment, your lips feel warm, and your heart beats wildly in your chest at the thought of watching a man emerge from his centuries-long entrapment.

But nothing happens.

“Uh.”

“Oh,” says Magnolio, deflating like a sad-looking balloon after a child’s birthday party. “That was supposed to work.”

“Is it because it’s not ‘true love’s kiss’ or whatever?” you ask, using your sleeve to wipe away the smudge left behind by your lips.

“I don’t know,” Magnolio replies, and to your horror, his voice sounds thick with tears. As you watch, he sniffles and a tear slips free from his thick lashes, running down his face and onto his shirt. It is quickly followed by many more, and you realise that the mirror doesn’t have to be broken for this poor man to shatter.

“Hey, hey,” you say, breathless as you carry the mirror back inside. “Maybe it’s just because it’s not the full moon. We’ll try again in a week or two—whenever it is. Alright?”

“Alright,” Magnolio burbles, using his sleeves to wipe at his face even as more tears slide down his flushed cheeks. “We’ll try again. I have your word?”

“You have my word,” you say, and thank your lucky stars that you’ll be waking from this dream sooner rather than later.