#THERE'S NOT EVEN A WHITE OUTLINE. C'mon peoples.

[kyouka-supremacy]

This art is doing things to me

[dannyphantomarchive]

Early production deep-dive - Part 1: The show’s creation  

This year marks the 20th anniversary of the show’s premiere, and to celebrate it until April 3rd we’ll have multiple daily posts of cool information we’ve found about the show. 

For starters, let’s take a deep dive back to the early 2000s, even before 2004, all the way to 2001 when the show’s idea first came up!

On an interview for the DPOFPA (Danny Phantom Official Forum Picture Archive), Butch Hartman shared the story of how he first came up with the idea: it was February 2001, after hearing that the channel was looking for a boy’s action show and during a drive back to California with his mother, that he brainstormed different names until settling on Danny Phantom, although it almost didn’t go that way: 

"Butch Hartman: But it's kind of fun to know he was almost called "Jackie Phantom". Once I had the name I knew it would have to have something to do with ghost fighting or monster hunting. C'mon? "Danny Phantom"? He's not gonna fight bad breath!  I was also going to give him a group of super powered teen sidekicks to help him. The entire show was going to be called "Danny Phantom and the Specter Detectors". (Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20080102170004/http://hometown.aol.com/zcat6/IntBH2006p3.html) 

Although he contacted a couple people about it, such as Bob Boyle and Steve Marmel, who would later become DP’s art director and DP’s co-writer, respectively, Hartman worked on the development by himself on the first months, letting the idea simmer while trying out different concepts and styles, until settling on an early character design for his main character:

(Source: https://web.archive.org/web/20071029162015/http://frederatorblogs.com/post/3385)

[Image Description: Three images of black and white early concept designs of the character Danny Phantom drawn by Butch Hartman. 

Image 1 -Danny in a crouching pose, hovering above the ground. His hair is black and he looks forward slightly to the right with a surprised face. He wears a white jumpsuit with a black collar, along with white gloves and black boots. There’s text underneath: ‘How does he have phantom powers? 2/9/01 Friday’.

Image 2 - Danny standing in a confident pose, hands closed in fists and a smile on his face. His hair is white and his eyebrows are black. He’s wearing a black jumpsuit with his collar, belt, gloves and boots all colored white. The text ‘Danny Phantom’ is written to the right side, next to his legs, and below is Butch’s signature and the date ‘3/01’.

Image 3 - Two Danny designs side by side. The Danny on the left is standing with his hands balled into fists by his sides, and he’s smiling while looking to the right. His hair and eyebrows are black, his jumpsuit and gloves are white, while his boots and collar are black. He also wears a black underwear above his jumpsuit, reminiscent of old superhero costumes.The next design shows Danny in movement, like he’s mid-walk while flying forward. He has a surprised face while looking at the right, one of his hands is closed while the other is open and facing outward. His jumpsuit, gloves, boots and collar are all white, except for his underwear which is black. He has a ghost outlined on his chest as a logo. /end ID] 

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[eluxurex]

Just a little thing I thought of some days ago..

Hearth was doing a late night shift again. He worked at a small convenience store downtown. There wasn't much to do on most nights except for him to aimlessly pace around the store- a habit of his- or just tap away on his phone to check the time. The store wasn't really popular choice, so Hearth was even looking for a new job anyways. Maybe he'll go to a bar or some night club to be making cocktails. That didn't sound so bad to him.

Ring~

Hearth sharply looked up. He wasn't used to hearing any noises on his shifts so the mere sound of the door opening startled him a bit. He stood up straight, as it was always good to have proper posture when facing customers.

It was a man. He wore a cream coloured dress shirt and had a black blazer slung over his sleeves. He had hazelnut brown hair that neatly braided at on end and had green highlights. The man was much taller then Hearth, easily dwarfing him. He had big smirk on his face, revealing sharp, white fangs and his eyes, a bright shade of green similar to his hair, seemed to be sizing him up.

Hearth took a deep breath, trying make himself look calm and professional as much as he could. The man looked dangerous, but this was no time place or time to be frightened.

"Can I help you, sir." He asked, making his face look placid and emotionless as possible.

The man's smile grew even wider. "Oh c'mon now, Hearth, don't act like you don't know why I am here." He replied. "You agreed to meet up with me at my home, but for some reason, you weren't coming. I thought I might as well go look for you."

Hearth rolled his eyes. "I'll get my stuff. My shift was soon to end anyways."

The man put his hand on Hearth's head ruffling. "That's a good little prey~"

Hearth stiffened. " I told you not to refer to me as that, Benji."

_______

The room was light in a dim orange light that somehow made the room look more amazing than it already was. Hearth had never known anybody that had such a large bedroom and had such an enormous bed. In fact, most of the furniture in the room easily outsized him. Hearth wasn't exactly short; he was pretty tall for a human. But being in such a room built for much larger people than him made him feel itsy-bitsy.

"So...what do you think?" Benji asked. He had change to something much lighter and comfortable, which was just a simple shirt and shorts. It wasn't much, but the clothing somehow empathized his large frame, revealing the somewhat curvy outline of his body. Hearth quickly decided to ignore this. He's a predator, he thought, you can't be admiring his body.

"It's....nice." He finally said. Actually, 'nice' was an understatement. Hearth loved the design of the room. Perhaps if he was an architect, he would have tried to design his room like that. But Hearth was kinda on a tight budget at the moment.

Benji chuckles. " I'm glad you like it. Now, should we start?" He gazed back at Hearth.

"Uh, sure. You'll let me out tomorrow, like we agreed."

"Sure."

He easily lifted Hearth up and grinned at Hearth, almost as if he was non-verbally teasing the human. Hearth could easily imagine himself getting caught and forcefully consumed by this man. He seemed capable. Too capable. "It's okay, it's okay, he reassured himself, he wouldn't do that.

Benji opened his mouth, his fangs even seemed much more dangerous up close. Hearth stifled a whimper. He was nervous obviously.

"Aw, are you frightened?" Benji asked, chuckling a bit. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Then he put Hearth's head and began to swallow.

It was much more tight er than Hearth thought. He was quickly covered in saliva and could feel himself going even further down as Benji's powerful throat gulped him down. It didn't take long before all of Hearth had reached Benji's stomach.

Hearth heard a satisfied sigh as Benji got on his bed. He suddenly felt a small pressure on his head, which was probably Benji rubbing him.

"You feel good in there." Benji said, his deep voice rumbling around Hearth. "We should do this more often.

Hearth rolled his eyes. "Then you're gonna pay extra 'cause I'll rather not be here."

Benji smirked. "Oh c'mon now, you know you love my company."

Hearth sighed, really not in the mood to talk to the predator that literally had him all to himself. "Just leave me alone, I wanna have some sleep."

Benji giggled, relaxing into his bed. "Alright, alright, just relax okay? You're safe with me."

Hearth slowly closed his eyes, ready to take a well deserved rest. "I know." He thought.

Author's Note: Man I love these two guys especially Hearth. This isn't exactly their canon storyline but it's somewhere close to it I guess. I needed an excuse to write about these guys. Hope you all enjoyed reading:)

[goldengoddess]

dance with me? - kaz brekker

request: uh hi! i don’t think you’re taking requests at this time but there is just something that i can’t get out of my head. it would be a kaz x reader and they go in a job at a ball. they have to dance together to blend in so that means touching. so reader lets him squeeze her hand or something to take his mind off his past and stuff but he like hurts the reader and then feels really bad about it or something. i hope you like this and i LIVE FOR YOUR WRITING. um thanks i guess🖤🖤

a/n: ballroom dancing scenes!!!! yes,,, im a whore for these and oh my god this is so long totally got away from me <3333

warnings: heist stuff, touch aversion? and one mention of a gun

this is not how you thought your night was going to go.

honestly, it wasn't how the night was meant to go. but heists almost never go the way they're meant to.

even so, when you woke up that morning the last place you expected to be was dancing in a ballroom with kaz brekker.

the heist was at one of the more upscale parties thrown by some wealthy mercher. the original plan had involved you, kaz, nina, and of course, inej. you and nina would come through the front doors of the party with some fake papers that kaz had been able to retrieve. the two of you would be dressed extravagantly, nina more so than you. nina was meant to take all of the attention of the night, so no one would notice as you tried to take the necklace right off of a woman's neck.

kaz would sneak in through another door, dressed as a guest, but much more conspicuously. he would be your backup on the floor, if he got the opportunity to do your job, he would take it. and inej was jumping around rooftops on lookout, just in case any other gangs got any ideas or any of the plan was leaked.

that's how things were meant to have worked out. in and out, not raising any alarms, and walking out half a million kruge richer.

halfway through the night though, as you kept your eyes on the target dancing around the room, kaz appeared at your side. you raised your eyebrows, looking at him over the cup of kvas in your hand. the two of you had agreed that as a group you'd pretend you didn't know each other. the less interaction, the less chance of suspicion.

kaz tilted his head towards nina. you turned your attention to the girl in the pretty red dress. she was surrounded by people wanting to touch her, talk to her, just like she had been the rest of the night. you looked back at kaz with a confused look on your face. 'what about her' you tried to relay with your eyes.

he lifted his arms and motioned to one tall man in a black and white suit, watching her. you tried not to linger too much on kaz's ungloved hands but you did anyway. but then you noticed the very distinct outline of a gun strapped to the man's thigh.

you sucked in a breath and turned to kaz in panic. this party was strictly no weapons. you had a small knife tucked into your corset but you knew that there was no way to win a gunfight with a knife. and if that man was armed it meant he wasn't alone. and that he meant trouble. and he was looking in your direction. there was no way the two of you would be able to get that necklace now.

kaz seemed to search for something in your eyes. he had his scheming face on, as jesper had dubbed it. you could tell the moment he made a decision one what to do next because he physically grimaced.

slowly, and with evident hesitation, kaz lifted up his hand in an inviting gesture. your eyes furrowed in confusion and stared at his pale hand. he nudged it toward you and whispered "c'mon" under his breath.

you straightened our back and placed your hands firmly on your hips, "what exactly are you asking me to do."

he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but you knew him well enough to notice the way his hand was shaking. he was nervous. he was panicking.

"i'm asking you to dance with me. now take my hand. now."

he didn't wait for you to take in what he was saying and he grabbed your hand from your hip. he dragged you onto the dance floor, you only had a couple of seconds to pull up your heavy dress before tripping on it.

kaz placed a hand on your dressed hip. you rested your hand on his shoulder. he lifted your joined hands and pulled you a little bit closer.

and then he started to dance.

correction, he started leading you in a dance.

for a couple of seconds you were so shocked, by the feeling of kaz's hand in yours, by the closeness of your bodies, by the fact that the two of you were now dancing in a room full of the wealthy elite, that you could almost ignore the way kaz's entire body was trembling.

you pulled your body away from his slightly when you noticed, giving him more room but not letting go of his hand, not letting the act drop and calling unwanted attention to yourselves.

"kaz" you whispered and squeezed his hand gently. he finally looked you in the eyes and your heart almost shattered at the look in his eyes. you gave his hand another squeeze and tilted your head to the side, "are you um are you okay?"

he let out a shaky breath. he squeezed your hand back quickly, his face showed the slightest amount of relief at the motion. you furrowed your brows and gave his hand another squeeze, and he mimicked your motion. you raked your eyes up and down his body and his trembling had slightly stopped.

"squeeze" you whispered and looked around the rest of the ballroom.

"what?" you heard him say.

"just squeeze my hand. if it'll help" you whisper shouted at him. your emberassment wouldn't let you look in his direction.

but you felt him start to slowly squeeze your joined hands. his strength surprised you and within a few seconds, he was full-on squeezing your hand. you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a pained whimper from leaving your lips.

you could tell the motion was helping kaz calm down, helping him focus on something else other than the closeness of the two of you.

he led you around the room in dance for a couple of more minutes, the two fo you didn't say anything. kaz focused on not focusing on you. and you focused on kaz's tight ass grip.

he was a good dancer. better than you expected him to be. his grip on your thigh was feather-light, but he didn't falter in his direction and didn't lose his lead at any moment. it was easy for you to slip into this act. you had to stop yourself from leaning your head onto his shoulder, from letting yourself slip into the fantasy of being a princess with a handsome, non-murderous, prince. this was dirty hands himself not prince charming. regardless, you wanted to ask him where he had learned to dance like that.

then, inej, sneaky as she is, appeared at your side holding a very familiar ruby necklace. "got it" she grinned and then slipped away before you could get a word in.

then, as you turned to say something to kaz, nina showed up on the opposite side of the two of you. her attention switched to your joined hands and smirked, and then she looked at kaz and nudged her head towards the exit. "uh i recommend we get going guys, inej isn't as skilled at stealing as you two so we better get out of here. quick."

she started prancing out the door and kaz started dragging you away, following behind nina. you looked around and noticed a couple of scary-looking men were facing you and kaz. he let go of your hand as you quicken your pace and then all four of you were running down the streets. anything to get as far away from that place as possible before guns started going off.

a couple of blocks later all four of you stopped in an ally to catch your breath. kaz was rubbing his bad leg, tenderly. nina was laughing with inej, clearly, the two of them were pumped up with adrenaline.

you, on other hand, were shaking your hand to relieve some of the soreness you were starting to feel. you did it close to your body so the others wouldn't notice but of course, the professional criminals who stayed alive by noticing noticed.

"y/n, what happened to your hand?" nina asked, her smile being playful.

at this, kaz's head snapped your way from where he was looking. his eyes darted between your face and your hand.

you looked away and gave nina a very casual smile, "nothing, i'm good. i hit it on a wall or something when we were running here. just a little sore. now how about we see that necklace inej?"

after a couple of minutes of walking and joking around with the girls, bragging about the beautiful gems, they walked ahead of you and kaz.

your steps lined up with his, so when he slowed down slightly, conveniently out of ear range of nina and inej, you slowed down too.

you waited for him to speak. but were still shocked when he said, "i'm sorry"

you didn't look at him, just continued walking forward. "you have nothing to be sorry for kaz. we both did what we had to do to make sure we all got out of there alive. no harm no foul."

he scoffed a little, "saints you're starting to sound like me." you smiled slightly at that and glanced his way to find him already looking at you, knowing it was true. he continued on there was harm, is your hand okay?"

you nodded your head, "yeah. i'm all good, genuinely. but now i know you probably have a very solid handshake."

he chuckled and then got very serious. he looked you in the eyes as the two of you walked, "thank you. i needed that. i probably would have passed out if it weren't for you." the last words were whispered. you knew how hard it was for kaz to admit weakness so you understood.

"anything i can do to help", you smiled, "plus i got a free dance out of it. you are one good dancer dirtyhands." you teased him.

and surprisingly he teased right back, "maybe we could do it again sometime then?"

[chaoticforever]

End Of The Line | Yandere Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

A/N: Got a request for a Teacher Steve x student male reader. Reader is 18 and Steve is 22.

"C'mon dude. We have to leave now, especially if the Janitor comes in here." 

You stood up from your position on the floor as Michael pulled his pants up, zipping it up as he shook his head, rubbing your slightly hard member over the thick fabric of your pants. 

"Don't worry, he won't be coming back any time soon. 20 bucks is all he needed to let us use this room," He told you as he continued to rub his hands over the outline of your member, sucking on your neck, "Just relax for me, babe. You gave me a blowjob, so I want to return the favor. Please let me blow you. I'll make you feel good and I know you want it." He whispered in your ear. 

Ugh, you hated the way he made you feel because you did want it. Very bad. 

He unbuckled your belt and your senses came rushing back to you, causing you to back away from him as he pouted.

"Unfortunately, we can't." You insisted, buckling your belt back up and grabbing your bag, watching as he did the same, "You know that Principal Fury is waiting for a chance to bust us for skipping again, so we can get kicked out of school during our senior year. He's always hated us and wants us gone." 

"But he can't kick us out! Were seniors!" 

"Despite us being seniors, he still can," You sighed and Michael pouted very cutely, "Stop pouting so cutely, okay? We can finish what we started at my house. My parents will be out until pretty late." 

Michael grinned and planted a kiss on your lips, "Okay, I'll hold you to it." 

You rolled your eyes and took a note out of your pocket, handing it to him as he took it, looking confused, "That note will excuse you for being late for class. I forged your mom's signature and don't question how I did that." You added in, seeing the questioning look he sent you. 

Michael read over the note and he was amazed how much it looked like his mom's handwriting, "I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. Were gonna forge signatures more often." 

"Uh-huh, sure. Go to class now, Mikey."

You gave him a kiss and left the janitor's closet, heading to your first period. 

You opened the door and walked inside, "I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Evans, but-" You paused, finally seeing that the teacher was not Mr. Evans but someone else, "You're not Mr. Evans." 

The blonde teacher shook his head, "No, I'm Mr. Rogers. You're new teacher. Who are you and why are you late for class?" 

Oh fuck. Guess you had another strict teacher. Though, you found it a little strange that his eyes seemed to look over your form, and also seemed to be outright gawking at you. 

You placed the note that had your mom's signature on the desk and walked over to your seat, giving your friend your bag as he took it gracefully. 

"Sorry, for being late, sir. I had a doctors appointment." You sat down next to Matt and totally missed the way Mr. Rogers' whole body tensed at the word sir. 

"Yeah, and I bet this appointment involved having your dick examined." George Brockers said from the other side of the room, knowing where you really were.

Everyone in this class knew that you were in the Janitors closet with Michael.

Some of the class snickered along with George. 

"Yes. That's right, George. And while I was there I ran into your gynecologist, who told me to remind you to keep your vagina clean unless you want a foot up your ass." You responded without looking at him, as laughs and giggles filled the room and George stayed silent.

"Alright class, settle down! Get back to work now!" Mr. Rogers ordered sternly, as his baby blue eyes looked at... you? 

XXXXX XXXXX

Three months have passed since Mr. Rogers became your new teacher and he was...something. That's the right word for you blonde teacher. 

Strange is a word to describe him, too. 

For starters, he had decided to place you in the front seat of the classroom, away from Matt and Harry, despite you all being seniors and he seemed to stare  at you a lot which creeped you out. 

There's also the fact that he managed to show up wherever you were. At the restaurant where you worked and would sometimes stay until closing, somehow  he got to stand near you at the carnival when you were there with Michael, and that his arm seemed to graze over your arm when he tried to help you with work. 

When you brought it up to Michael, his only response was that you were just overreacting, and you may have been overreacting a little now that you thought about it, so you decided not to think about Mr. Rogers anymore and spend time with your boyfriend. 

You two spent some time together at the park, eating ice cream as Michael kept trying to steal some of yours, before deciding to head back to your place. 

Once you entered your house, the smell of food immediately entered your nostrils and you knew that your mom was cooking some tasty food. 

"Hey mom! I'm back and something smells really good. What are you cook-" 

You stopped midway and closed your mouth at seeing Mr. Rogers sitting on the couch with your mom and dad. 

Did you forget to mention that you and Mr. Rogers were neighbors, too? 

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?" 

Mom stood up from her spot on the couch, "Steve has brought up some concerns about you and we would like to talk to you alone. Michael, I'm sorry you came here, but we really need to speak with our son alone. Can you leave now?"

"He doesn't need to leave. You can say what you have to say in front of him." You stated firmly, tightening your grip on his hand as your dad shook his head, standing up as well. 

"I don't want that son of a bitch corrupting my son anymore! Get out of my house, Michael!" Your Dad shouted. 

"Whoa! Dad don't shout-" 

"Don't tell me what I can do in my house, okay?" Dad exclaimed, turning to face Michael, "Now get out of my house!" 

Michael released your hand and walked towards without saying a word as you ran after him.  

"Wait Michael!" You called out after him, but he didn't stop walking. He walked out of your house and hopped into his car, taking off down the road. You sighed and walked back inside your house to face your parents, and your teacher, "Well, he's gone. Now talk." 

"Look son, we think it's best that you stop seeing Michael immediately."

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, "And why would you even ask me to do that when you know that I love him?" 

"Sweetie, we have noticed how different you've been acting lately and we know that Michael is the reason for it," Mom spoke up next, "Mr. Rogers has informed us about you skipping class, your grades dropping to a low percentage, and that you have been making out with Michael along with drinking alcohol."

You now turned to face Rogers, "Oh, so you're telling my parents about all the things I do now, huh? Do you do this with other students, or is it just me?" 

"I'm only expressing my concerns to your parents the same way I do with my other students as well," He told you, but you didn't believe him, "And if I'm being honest with you, Michael isn't the greatest of all guys to be with."

"Hmm, well good thing I didn't ask for your honesty on my relationship!" 

"Don't raise your voice at adults, Y/N!" Dad scolded, "Now, Mr. Rogers has a point. That boy has corrupted you. Changed you completely. And I'm not going to stand by and let this continue."  

"You know, I don't get y'all. Out of all people, I thought that you both would see that Michael is a good person, and makes me a better person. He makes me happy and I thought that would be enough for you guys to like him, but looks like I was wrong. Once again." 

You walked upstairs to your room, but not before shooting Steve a glare as you retreated to your room, ignoring your parents. You flopped on your bed angrily, as you closed your eyes. 

"That damn Rogers." You muttered angrily, as your eyes remained closed and soon you drifted off to sleep. 

XXXXX XXXXX

Steve stood inside your bedroom, watching as you slept. 

He managed to come in here by telling your parents that he had to use the bathroom along with trying to see if you would be okay with being tutored, and they agreed to his request. 

God, you looked so cute when you were sleeping, but you looked even hotter when you were upset which he loved watching you being angry downstairs. 

The blonde haired male had become obsessed with you ever since he saw you on his first day of school. 

He knew that it was wrong. 

You were his student and he was your teacher. Relationships between the two were forbidden. But you were both adults. He was only 22 years old, and you were 18. Only a four year difference. You were an angel. His angel. 

Steve unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans along with his boxers. 

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly at first as images of you entered his mind. 

The blue eyed male imagined you bent over the counter as he plunged his dick into your juicy, delicious hole. Him dominating you, as you cried out his name, him stroking your cock. Or him plunging his finger into your tight hole, watching as he had you pinned under him, looking so helpless and desperate. 

All of those dirty thoughts ended up becoming filthier and filthier, causing Steve to pick up his pace. He strokes himself harder and faster, letting out a little moan. Luckily, that moan wasn't loud enough to wake you up. He guessed you were a deep sleeper. 

"Oh, Y/N..." He stroked his cock harder, thrusting becoming more rapid, heart rate increasing as his chest moved up and down. He reached his orgasm, "Mine." White come got all over your sheets and some of your body, as you face twitched slightly in response. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair,  pulling his pants and boxers up. 

He needed to leave for two reasons. 

To change his clothes, and get out of here before either you or your parents saw him in here. He left, but not before grabbing your dirty underwear in the hamper. He needed something of yours until he takes you for himself. He needs you now and he's going to have you. 

...By hook or by crook. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You blinked your eyes open after some time and sat up with a groan. The first thought running through your mind was, 'What the fuck is on my face?' 

You lifted your hand to touch your face and some sticky, white substance was on your face. What the fuck is this? 

When you looked down at your light blue sheets, you saw how it seemed to be drenched in something. 

Did you masturbate? No, you didn't. And you didn't have a wet dream cause you would have remembered it, and there's no way that it could have got on your face. 

Deciding not to dwell on this anymore, you went to your bathroom that was connected to your room and washed your face really good since you didn't know what the hell it was. 

Upon returning to your room, you peaked out your window to see that your parents car wasn't here. Good. You took your phone off the charger and called Michael. 

"Hey N/N." 

"Hey Michael. I'm so sorry for the way my parents acted towards you today." 

"Don't worry about it, love. It's okay." 

"But it's not okay. You've been nothing, but a good boyfriend to me and you didn't deserve any of that." 

"Seriously man, it's alright. Your parents were just being overprotective of you, and I understand where they're coming from." 

You smiled on the other side of the phone. You had the best boyfriend and also the toughest boyfriend ever. 

"Well, I'm really glad you're ok after all of that. And do you wanna pick me up and hang out today, or have you had enough of the L/N family for one day?" 

"I'll come pick you up and hopefully your parents aren't home because there is something I want to do to you that your parents wouldn't appreciate." 

You grinned, "Lucky for you, they aren't here right now and probably won't be for a while. Wow Michael, maybe you really are corrupting me. You're a bad boy." 

"Oh, I'm the baddest and I plan on corrupting you to the fullest," You both laughed and the sound of his laugh was so soothing to your ears, "I'll see you later, sweetcheeks." 

"I'll see you later, tree biscuit." 

You hung up the phone and placed it on the bed. You couldn't wait for him to get here. 

Until he arrives, you decide to watch TV and put on one of those Marvel movies. To be quite honest, you found it awfully strange how Mr. Rogers and your chemistry teacher, Mr. Stark looked a lot like the actors in the movie, Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Almost identical. 

Weird right? 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You paused the movie midway when you got a text message on your phone. 

Open the door. ~Michael. 

Excitement fluttered through you like a drug and you ran downstairs, opening the door. You frowned, not seeing him anywhere, but his car was parked in front of your house, his dark windows made it impossible for you to see him through it. 

You made a mental note to talk to him about that. You went over to his car and opened the door, "C'mon Michael, let's-" You paused midway, finally getting a good look at your boyfriend and you screamed. 

His body was in the front seat of the car, blood covering most of his body with a knife jammed into his side. You checked his pulse and let out a little sigh of relief that he had a pulse. A fading pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. 

He could be okay. But you didn't understand who would do this to him, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because you'd have to hurry or he would die. 

You ran back inside and upstairs to get your phone, but it was gone. What? You left it on the bed. You were sure of it. 

Music suddenly started playing throughout your house and it was a song you knew all too well. This was you and Michael's song that you both listened to when he asked you out. 

You walked down the stairs cautiously, but not before grabbing the emergency knife you kept in your closet for safety reasons. 

"Hello Y/N," Steve's voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around. He stood there with flowers in his hand as he sent you a dashing smile, "I got you your favorite flowers and I know that this is your favorite song." 

"What are you doing in my house?!" You screamed, holding the knife in front of you defensively when you saw him take a step forward. 

"I'm here for you. I'm here to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Despite being my student, I know that you are the one for me. We are meant to be together. I know it. Will you go out with me?" He asked, taking another step forward. 

You shook your head and watched as his face morphed into anger real quick,  "No, you sick fuck!" 

You stabbed him in the thigh as he winced in pain. You ran to the door, but was yanked back into his chest with one hand as he dropped the flowers on the floor with his other hand and used it to take the knife out of his thigh, wincing. 

He turned you around to face him and gripped your arms possessively. 

"You are so damn lucky that I love you. Even when you stabbed me, I can't hate you. I love you too much. I killed Michael for us to be together and I'm not letting you leave me," He kissed you forcibly, sucking on your earlobe, "Can't wait to breed you. You're going to be a good boy for me and let me breed you like the good bitch you are. To suck on your cock will be a dream come true for me and I won't have to imagine myself with your dirty underwear I stolen from your room or the cameras I had installed here." 

Of course, it wouldn't actually work because you were two guys and couldn't have a child, but what made it hotter was the fact that you couldn't. 

He loved the feeling of having complete control over you right now. It brought him great joy since you now knew who was in charge here. 

"You're mine, Y/N. You're mine as much as I'm yours and as you know, I'll kill anyone who dares to take you away from me. It's gonna be me and you until the end of the line." 

XXXXX XXXXX

[mellie1409]

Moving in with the boys

As the playlist and name of the album had been decided, there was only one thing left to do: start practicing all the dances and performances before recording them.

As having two managers and having separated training schedules would be too complicated it had been decided that you would join the boys manager while the agency looked for a new manager for you solo debut the year after.

Sejin was very sweet and understanding with you as you were the only girl and his first decision was having you move in with the boys as you, after all, were a member of BTS.

This was all communicated to you the last day of training as a trainee. The others trainee only new you would debut, but you weren't allowed to tell them in which group or anything about the debut concept. After 10 hours of training they all gave you a hug and you left to look for Sejin's van. There were no party's thrown or any beautiful words said. But you were okay with it, you knew yourself it wasn't easy to see others debut as you stayed behind for who knew how long. You weren't gonna cry, you told to yourself. But as you walked out of the building in to the van, you eyes got watery. They had been your siblings and moral support for so long. You could only wish them the best.

As you walked in to Sejin's van you put your pet on. Now that you were going to debut as a member of the biggest group in Korea, you had to keep your identity a secret. You weren't allowed to be seen with Sejin until you debuted. For this reason, you seated on one of the back seats were the windows were dark coloured.

As you took a deep breath and shook your tears away, Sejin spoke up: 'We will go get your things at the GFriend dorm and then we will go to your new home: BTS dorm'

You were utterly surprised. 'He wants me to live with BTS? But, but... '

'Yes that's right' he answered. It's then that you realized you were thinking out loud. 'I alredy told the boys about it and they are very excited. They have prepared a room for you. ' he continued.

'But what will people think?' that was actually the only thing you were worried about. It's true that you had only met them a few times, but you could already feel a connection with them and knew living with them wouldn't be a problem at all. But you were worried about the consequences it might have for the boys. If people started shipping you with one of the boys... No, that couldn't happen. You had been told when you signed your trainee contract that you weren't allowed to date anyone in the company and that dating scandals would mean a reduction of your pay. No, you would do your best to not let anything happen.

'It's a new situation for everyone' You snapped back to reality. 'I've talked with Namjoon and he has made the boys very aware of the situation. You don't need to worry about them, they will take care of you as if you were their little sister. And about scandals, as long as you don't give opportunities for it to happen, the company will handle them with no problems. ' Sejin said.

By now you were already close to your old dorms. What Sejin had told you, had defenetly eased your nerves but you were still a bit worried. A voice in your head saying that ARMY wouldn't like you living with them.

As you stepped out of the car, a soft brizzle hit your face, somewhat grounding you from those dark thoughts. 'No, this is my time to shine. I'm not going to let anyone take me down'  you thought to yourself.

You stepped into the dorm and the complete silence overwhelmed you. GFriend were still at the company building practicing so you were all alone. It was strange to see the normally so full of cheer and life house so silent and empty now. You were somewhat sad that you didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to the girls that had adopted you and treated you like one more member. Even though you were excited and happy to debut with BTS, you sometimes thought you would have preferred to debut with GFriend. You were gonna miss them, but at the same time you thought of your bright future. It was a sweet-sour victory for you.

You thought about this as you packed the little clothes you had there. You had left your homecountry with only a few clothes and even though you weren't short in money, the trainee pay wasn't exactly what you would call extensive.

When you were done you took a last look at the dorm that you had so many memories in. The kitchen were you would cook, the living room normally filled with laughter and the room you shared with the other maknaes. You were gonna miss it, but you had a big adventure ahead of you. So you took a deep breath and closed that creaky door one last time before heading back to the car.

Sejin helped you load you luggage onto the back and then you stepped back into the van. It was alredy getting dark and you were tired after such an intense day. As you were driving around Seoul on your way to BTS' dorm, you started to doze off, head filled with wonderful dreams that seemed closer everytime and face full with a sweet smile.

'Y/N, we have arrived. '

You wake up to Sejin opening your door and helping you step out of the van and taking your backpack. As you look around you, you realize it has stopped raining and it's completely dark. You can't see very well around you, but as you inquire in the darkness you start to see the outlining of what you can only call a cute modern apartment building.

You follow Sejin into that building and step into an elevator. As the door open, you heart starts beating faster and faster. You don't know why, but you are nervous. It's true that you had already met them a few times, but this was different, you were about to live with them. See them in their most vulnerable but at the same time most comfy state. You weren't sure if you were prepared to show them as well that side of you.

Right then, you got to the door. Sejin was about to knock on it, when he got a phone call. He quickly answered it and started to leave, turning around to sign you a knocking motion before finally leaving with the elevator ding

You turned around shocked and hesitantly raised your hand to knock. Before you could even give a second knock, the door flew open, two goofy and fun faces apearing through the opening to greet you, together with the smell of meat being grilled.

'Y/N!!! You're finally here!! ' Taehyung says while Jungkook jumps on his back, unable to contain his excitement. But before you can even answer Jimin appears out of nowhere and takes your luggage.

'C'mon Y/N! I'll show you your room! ' he says while starting to run through a corridor to the right.

'No! I want to! ' says Jungkook while jumping off Taehyung's back and chasing Jimin.

You stare at them startled but happy to see they are as cute in real life as in the Run episodes you had once watched and rewatched. Taehyung looks at you with his boxy smile and takes you by the wrist guiding you into the corridor Jungkook and Jimin had once disappeared.

You pass through some closed doors as well as some open ones. You get to peek into one of the rooms and you see a recording studio-like room with white walls and tons of music related stuff. Before you can ask yourself who works there you have already arived where the other two maknaes are.

A beautiful little room at the end of the corridor. It has broken-white walls and a huge window with open curtains. As you look around you start to discover furniture. A double bed in the middle of the right wall, a white wardrobe in the middle of the left wall, a desk in front of the window and a bed side table between the bed and the wall. You can see that a lot of effort has been put in this simple but cozy room, with even a rugmat on the floor in front of the bed.

'Wow, this is just... ' you say as you tear up. You were worried you would feel like a stranger, but this actually felt like home. Them being some welcoming made you emotional and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

'Don't you... Don't you like it?' Jungkook asks timidly. You look at the looks on their faces and realize how worried they are.

'No, oh god, I love it. It's just perfect. ' you answer quickly. They give each other relieved glances and as you wipe away the tears that keep falling, Namjoon and J-Hope walk in.

'Boys, what did I tell you? She has just arrived and you have already made her cry? You are unbelievable.' the leader speaks.

The three maknaes at once start running out of the room with cheeky laughters while J-Hope throws a slipper at them in a try to "teach them a lesson".

This whole action makes you laugh and forget about all your worries. This is perfect, this is your new home and those are your new roommates. 'This is gonna be fun' you think to yourself.

After having retrieved his slipper, J-Hope takes a look at you and starts explaining. 'This was our old game room were we would play computer games and just chill on our free days. We did our best to clean it and prepare it for you. We hope you like it. ' he says while smiling.

'We hope you will feel comfortable and at home and please feel free to tell us if any-' Grrrrrr

'Oh no, this can't be happening, did you really just interrupt Namjoon with a rumbling stomach?' you think.

'Woah, someone's hungry! ' J-Hope says with a big smile on his face. 'Jin and Suga are nearly done cooking. '

'Why don't you take a shower and come join us for dinner after? ' Namjoon suggests.

'That would be great, thank you' you agree with a smile.

"Great! Let me show you your private bathroom then" he says while leading the way.

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The shower was great, you felt refreshed and confortable in the clean clothes that you put on.  And you used the shower time to think and absorb everything that had happened in the last few hours.

As you walked out of you room you guided youself to the living room through the smell of food. You walked into a huge room that combined a kitchen with the dining and living room all in one. As you looked around, you saw everyone was there. Suga finishing the cooking while Jin scolded Namjoon for trying to cut the strawberries for dessert with a butter knife. J-Hope was walking around with a spoon full of food trying to get Jungkook to try out (an experiment he had done) and Jimin and Taehyung were setting the table in a competition to try to make it as beautiful as possible.

Looking at this scene made your heart jump in happiness, you were lucky enough to be able to share one year of your life with this amazing human beings and you were going to make the most out of it, after all, you were the 8th member of BTS. And with those happy thoughts you walked in to join the jolly chaos that was BTS' living room.

[neon-junkie]

Poor Boy - Male Version

Summary: Sean headbutts Kieran after an argument, giving Kieran a bloody nose and bruised cheekbone. You step in to help Kieran clean himself up.

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x m!Reader

Word Count: 2507

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Minor descriptions of blood and violence

Tags: Arguments, Nosebleed, Bruises, Fluff, Friends to lovers, First kiss.

Notes: Based off that camp interaction where Sean goes BONK on Kierans’ poor nose. EDIT: The bathing Kieran fic is HERE, nsfw warning tho :^)

Female version

You'd overheard Sean and Kieran bickering from across the camp. Sean was as always, calling Kieran an O'Driscoll, winding the poor boy up for being something he's not. You'd not spoken to Kieran much. He seemed very timid and kept to himself. Most of the gang bullied him like their life depended on it, so you weren't surprised that Kieran kept his distance and didn't bother trying to be-friend people. Sean was one of the many few who would purposely go out of his way to torment Kieran, following the poor boy around the camp, shouting at him at every opportunity he got. He used Kieran as his personal punching bag. Kieran would sometimes just accept it and walk away, but today Kieran was fighting back.

"You better stop that," Kieran hissed at Sean.

Sean laughed to himself. "Else what?"

"I'll get ya for it, that's a damn promise," Kieran snapped.

By now, most of the gang members were watching the two argue. A handful of them were calling out to try and get the two to stop, though no one had fully stepped in.

"Whatever you say, O'Driscoll," Sean teased, grinning as he saw Kieran's face go red.

"You know, I ain't no O'Driscoll," Kieran replied as if his words were going to get through to Sean.

Kieran approached Sean as he spoke, pointing his finger at him, huffing. Sean grinned again before suddenly headbutting the poor boy. A loud crack was heard and Kieran fell backward onto the floor. Miss Grimshaw was the first one to march over and begin screaming at Sean. Sean walked away, Grimshaw on his tail. Sean tried to brush her away, making up excuses as to why Kieran deserved what he got.

You had automatically approached Kieran to see if he was okay. Kieran was sat on the floor, his hand clutching his nose. He slowly stood up, watching blood drip down his white shirt.

"You okay?" you asked him, placing a hand softly on his back which accidentally startled him.

"Oh!" Kieran said as he spun around to see you stood there, a concerned look over your face. "Yeah, I'm fine," Kieran lied.

"No you ain't, your nose is bleedin'," you replied. Kieran sighed and looked at the ground. The poor boy looked like a dog that he been scolded far too many times for things he never did.

"Yeah. Hurts pretty damn bad if I'll be honest," Kieran replied, not looking at you. His spare hand picked at his neckerchief and managed to take it off, using the rag to press against his nose. He wiped his bloody hand down his already ruined white shirt.

You huffed at him. Messy boy.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," you told him.

"Oh, it's okay, Mister. I'll be fine," Kieran replied, finally looking up at you.

"No, you won't. Bet you don't even know how to get blood out a shirt. C'mon," you insisted as you softly took him by the arm, leading him over to the lake. On the way, you stopped by your tent, grabbing a few items to wash his clothes with, along with a rag to press against his nose rather than his neckerchief.

Kieran sat down beside you on the pier. His nose had mostly stopped bleeding, but his face was covered in smeared blood, along with a bruise starting to form under his right eye.

"I need your shirt," you told him.

"Erm.." Kieran paused for a moment, seeming rather nervous.

"I won't look," you say as you looked away. You overheard Kieran quietly laugh, followed by the sound of him undressing his upper half.

"Here you are, Mister," Kieran said, holding out his shirt and neckerchief. He had put his hat back on, along with his unbuttoned blue shirt. You could see the outline of his ribs and collarbones, his body was so scrawny and thin. Poor boy.

You tried not to stare, taking his clothes and leaning forward on your knees so you could begin washing them in the lake. The two of you were silent for a while, only the sounds of you scrubbing in the lake could be heard. Eventually, Kieran spoke.

"Erm.." he quietly muttered, catching your attention. You looked over your shoulder at him. Kieran looked away.

"Thank you... I really appreciate it, Mister," Kieran quietly said, clearly embarrassed about the whole situation.

"You know, you can call me ___," you smiled.

"Well, ___, I appreciate you helpin' me," Kieran said as he looked at you. He had removed the bloody rag from his nose.

"You should probably wash your face," you told him. You didn't mean for it to come across so blunt. His eyes widened.

"Am I that bad?" Kieran asked.

All around Kieran's nose, mouth, and chin was red from where he rubbed the bloody cloth against it. He looked like he had shoved the lower half of his face in a watermelon.

"If I say no, will it make you feel better?" you joked.

Kieran pulled a face that resembled 'whoops,' and lent forward to begin washing his face in the lake. You overheard him whine under his breath, not realizing how bad the bruise under his eye was.

You finished washing his clothes, the bloodstain pretty much gone. You saw Kieran dry off his face with his sleeve, then began to button up his blue shirt with the few buttons left on it.

"I need to go put this on the line. I got something to help that bruise also," you said to him as you wrung out his shirt.

"Oh, lead the way," Kieran said as he stood up, offering you a hand. You accepted, letting Kieran help pull you up.

The two of you walked back into camp. You could see Sean glaring at Kieran in the corner of your eye and only hoped that Kieran was choosing to ignore it. You flung his shirt and neckerchief over the camps clothesline then lead Kieran over to your tent. You invited him inside your enclosed tent; there was more than enough room for the two of you to comfortably sit.

"Here," you say as you give Kieran a spare shirt.

"Oh, I don't mind wearin' this. I don't wanna get your clothes dirty," Kieran responds.

"I've seen how conscious you feel. Just put the shirt on, it's your size," you say as you place the shirt on his lap.

"Thank you," Kieran quietly says.

Kieran begins changing once you look away, going through your stuff to find the ointment you were looking for. You quickly find it and turn back to see Kieran pulling his braces up over his shoulders, then placing his hat back on.

"Suits you," you smile at him. You can see him blush, despite how dark it is in your tent. You had given him a yellow plaid shirt to wear, the colour going well with his brown pants and hat.

"T-thank you," Kieran replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

"C'mon, let's get that bruise sorted before your eye swells up," you say as you try and shoo him out the tent. Kieran doesn't move.

"Mister ___, I don't mind doin' it myself. You've already done too much for me," Kieran replies.

"Kieran, it's fine. It's always nice to have someone take care of you. Now come on," you shoo him again and this time, he moves.

The two of you step out of your tent and you instantly notice a bunch of eyes look at the two of you. Kieran stands awkwardly with his feet turned inwards, looking at you for a sense of direction. You look over at the campfire and decide not to go there as Sean was still there, prominently glaring at Kieran but thankfully not you. Sean knows you'd help him if he needed it, but will definitely question you as to why you helped Kieran the next time he saw you alone.

"Let's go sit by the horses, hm?" you suggest. Kieran seems eager and begins walking away. You closely follow.

You sit yourself down, your back leaning against the log. Kieran pokes at the fire, relighting it as you pour ointment onto a clean cloth. By now, it was dark and the temperature was beginning to drop. You enjoyed the temperate pick up as Kieran got the fire going. He soon leaned back against the log beside you.

"Here," you say as you turn to face him. Kieran doesn't have any time to react before you press the cloth lightly on his cheekbone where the bruise was forming.

"You gonna do everything for me, Mister?" Kieran jokes. This was the first time today you'd seen him actually smile, and probably the first time in a while.

"You ain't enjoying me care for you?" you joke back at him.

"Oh, I am. I just... wasn't expecting it," Kieran pauses for a moment, shuffling his legs till his knees rest close to his chest, his arms in his lap. "I ain't had anyone take care of me since my parents passed."

"Oh, Kieran," you sighed, feeling sorry for him. "Enjoy it then, hm?"

"I will," Kieran smiles. The two of you sit in silence for a little while. Your arm begins to ache from holding the cloth up against Kieran's face.

"Here, lie down," you say, patting your thighs as you move the cloth off him.

"You.. you want me to sit on your lap?" Kieran questions, laughing lightly as he gives you a puzzled look.

"No, silly! My arm aches. Lie your head on my thighs so I don't have to hold this up against you," you explain.

"Like I said, Mister, I don't mind sortin' myself out here," Kieran tells you yet again. You brush him off, encouraging him to get comfy. He jokingly rolls his eyes and shakes his head, making you laugh.

Kieran lies back on your thigh and tries not to make direct eye contact with you, feeling a little awkward. He wasn't used to any attention, so to have someone suddenly grab a hold of him and not let go had made him feel rather anxious. He props his hat on the log, his hands resting on his stomach. He watches you pour more ointment onto the cloth then place it back down on his face. Kierans head is rotated slightly so he can watch the fire dance. You notice him fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt, a sign of nervousness. You lift the cloth up and brush some strands of hair off his face. Your hand goes back to his face, whilst the other remains on his head. You start to run your fingers along his hair, very gently combing it, giving him a slight head massage. He eventually stops picking at his shirt, slowly feeling at ease.

"You need a bath," you pick at him, noticing his greasy his hair is.

"You offering to wash me as well?" Kieran jokes with you, turning back to look up at you.

"You want me to?" You ask him, seriousness in your voice.

"?!" Kierans eyes widen and he's not quite sure what to respond. He fumbles about, a string of 'err' and 'uhm' coming out of his mouth.

"Like I said, I'm happy to care for you," you shrug.

"If I knew gettin' headbutted by Sean was gonna get a handsome man offering to bathe me, then I wouldda got him to headbutt me a long time ago. Hell! I wouldda got him to run me over with one of the wagons," Kieran states.

You laugh loudly, your laugh definitely being heard across the camp. Kieran laughs with you, noticing how your face lights up. He suddenly sits upright, startling you slightly. Kieran turns to you.

"I'm serious. Honestly, ___, you're handsome. You know that, right? When I..." Kieran pauses for a second, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from you. "When I saw you comin' over I wasn't sure what you were gonna do. Hell, I was so nervous! I assumed the worst cause everybody in the camp is like that to me, but I didn't think you'd help me out this much. I really appreciate it."

"Awh, Kieran. You don't need to thank me, but I do appreciate the compliment," you smile.

"If you ever need a favour, I'll be there. Why, I owe you more than one," Kieran speaks directly at you.

An idea springs to mind.

"I've got somethin' you can do for me," you reply.

"Anythin, Mister. Whatever you need, I'll do it," Kieran insists.

"You could give me a kiss?"

"Wait, what?!" Kierans' eyes widen. "You better not be jokin' with me here."

"I ain't. I think a kiss is fair payment," you smile.

"Well, if that's really what you want, then I ain't gonna turn you down," Kieran replies. There's a nervous shake to his voice and he's struggling to make eye contact with you.

You cup his left cheek, avoiding the side with the bruise. He calms into your touch, finally looking at you. Your fingers brush over his scraggly beard, a lot softer than you expected. Kieran shuffles so he's on his knees and pauses. He seems starstruck. His mind is still processing today's wild turn of events. Nobody could have predicted that Kieran was going to get beat up and kissed on the same day. Kierans fumbling about with his shirt. He was always a nervy little fella, but being on the spot only made him worse. You began to feel bad for asking him to do such a bold thing.

"You don't have to if you don't wa-" Kieran cuts you off with his lips pressed against yours. His hand is on the back of your neck, fingers running along your hair. Your eyes slowly shut, softening into his light kisses. You can faintly taste iron on his lips, along with a stronger taste of tobacco. He doesn't try pushing his luck, slowly pulling away. The two of you open your eyes; he's looking at you calmly but there's a tint of lust in his eyes.

"You happy with your payment?" Kieran jokes. You laugh with him.

"I think I may need more, you know."

"I can't deny you that, not when you've done so much for me." Kieran seems bolder as he sits directly beside you, stretching his arm behind you against the log. You rest your legs on top of his, your shoulder burrowing in the crook of his neck.

"Might have to bathe you too," you purr. Kieran squeaks and blushes.

"I'd like that, a lot," he admits as he lifts your head up gently with his hand on your chin. He kisses you again, this time confidently.

The two of you spend the night making out by the scout campfire. Kierans more than happy with this turn of events, despite the bruise on his cheekbone.

An angry Sean watches in the distance.

[magpiemorality]

Feeling angsty today Roman is bored on the imagination so he decides to explore his brother's side. He finds Remus doing small mud statue people on a corner of the imagination. He's just so lonely all the time that he decided to make new friends...out of mud, they are gross like him and no one likes mud so he feels a least a bit less out of place.

Delicious Remus angst with a bit of an uplifting ending… 

Warnings: angst, swearing

AO3***

It’s a quiet day in the mindscape when Roman decides to take a walk through the imagination to cure his boredom. Thomas has been functioning remarkably well of late, and even Virgil has been relatively calm. So naturally Roman is going stir crazy, and what better time for a jaunt in the Haunted Forest of the Quaint Town, maybe he’ll battle the Dragon Witch for a bit and release some pent up energy…

Or, he thinks to himself, he could go and see what Remus’s side is like these days…? Why not. He’ll be stealthy, see what horrible things his twin has created, and remind himself why he never goes there. Why he was split in the first place.

Maybe steal a bad guy or two for a battle storyline he can run later on in Thomas’s dreams.

Decision made, Roman creeps towards where the wringing of Otherness is strongest, through the trees until he reaches the far edge of the forest where his domain ends and Remus’s begins. There’s not much out here, it’s barren land for the moment, but across the river that bisects the two halves of the imagination there’s a figure.

Roman hides back in the trees, watching as Remus putters around in the mud on the far bank. On Roman’s side it’s grassy and clean, the odd wild animal coming to drink and inevitably scared off by the proximity to the what Roman has decided he’ll call the Badlands.

It’s tempting to go and mess with his brother, just to have something to do, but there’s something oddly childishly sweet about the way Remus is sat in the mud, patting it into clever shapes and chatting away to himself. He feels a tug of fondness that he shoves firmly back down, and creeps closer to get a better look.

Remus is making little figures, building them up out of mud and carefully and painstakingly sculpting faces into each one with a delicate touch that surprises Roman. He hadn’t known Remus could create stuff like that, actually. As he gets closer he notices another detail. Every figure is facing Remus in a circle, and from what Roman can tell through the mud distorting things; they’re all smiling.

The tug becomes an ache when he starts to hear what Remus is saying to himself.

“Yes Mr. Logic, that’s so true! You are stinky, just like me!” He changes his voice as he adds the outline of a tie around one of the statue’s necks. “Well Remus, that’s probably because I have deduced we are made of mud, from the stinky riverbank. The scent is quite o-di-ous,” Remus sounds the word out carefully, looking delighted by himself. “Well Mr. Logic that’s just like me too then! Does it bother you?”

He turns to a different statue, using the tip of his pinky to draw glasses. “Not at all kiddo! We love being stinky together! It’s so much fun, now you’re just like us!” Remus snickers at his own silly voice, and taps his chin thoughtfully, smearing more mud over it. He’s clearly been going for a while because there’s even mud in his hair, covering the white stripe there. Roman isn’t entirely sure that was an accident. “Well thanks Mr. Morality but that just isn’t true is it?” Remus says, breaking into Roman’s thoughts.

His twin is sitting in the mud on his knees still, but he’s slumped over, gazing down at his hands as they lie limply in his lap. “I’ll never be like you,” Remus whispers, and Roman has to strain his ears and will the wind to cooperate to hear it. “But I can make you like me!” And Remus is up again, bright, manic smile back in place on his face as he picks the conversation back up.

Roman can see a mud figure for each of them, himself included, and as he watches Remus adds intricate levels of detail to each one, talking all the while. He notices that Remus seems to avoid talking to or as Roman and Virgil, for some reason, but the others are quite chatty. When it comes time to do Virgil’s jacket Remus is quiet, focusing on getting the patches right, and then he finally speaks to him.

“I miss being stinky like you,” he says in a low voice that must be meant to be Virgil’s. “It was so much nicer then. We had so much fun! I should’ve never left you for your nice-smelling brother… Roses are overrated anyway.” Roman makes a face, and he shifts in his position.

Unfortunately this has the undesired effect of alerting Remus to his presence. His twin stands up swiftly and storm clouds gather as he tries to see who’s watching. “I know you’re there! Stupid villagers, you’re not real, fuck off!” He shouts, and the rains come down.

They stop halfway across the river, unable to pass the invisible barrier, flooding only Remus’s side of the banks where-

“No!” He shouts, trying to bring back the melting mud figures, hands shaking as they dribble into piles of dirt again. Roman takes that as his cue to slip away, heart pounding and head whirling with everything he’d just been privy to. He runs off to the sound of Remus’s desperate cries, clapping his hands over his ears to block out the awful sound until he’s far enough back into the forest that the noise fades to nothing.

Roman runs all the way back to the mindscape, flinging himself through and up to his bed where he hides under the covers. He has to figure out a way of making things better somehow. It’s on him, no one else knows and no one else can fix it.

But luckily one of Roman’s strengths is wild, elaborate plans. And this time is no different. He prepares everything and then sneaks down to shove a letter under the door to Remus’s room, hurrying off to get into place.

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The imagination is embroiled in pure chaos when Remus cautiously steps in through Roman’s specially created doorway, full of robot monsters chasing civilians and trying to clear away trees and earth, loudly proclaiming that all things deemed too dirty are to be removed. Roman watches from his vantage point as Remus looks around, mouth open in shock, before he takes his cue and runs towards him.

“Supermudman, you came! You have to help me, your superhero sidekick Rosebush, save the land from the evil cleanliness robot overlords! The only thing that can stop them now are your mud powers!” Roman cries, dramatic as ever. Remus looks at him, suspicion warring with growing excitement. “C'mon, you don’t want to play?” Roman asks, offering his hand with a sheepish smile.

Remus looks at it silently for a moment, before a grin spreads over his face and he slaps his hand down into Roman’s. “Well what are you waiting for Rosebush?! Let’s go- we’ve got a world to save!”

[pagingevilspawn]

Spin The Bottle- Part 2

so, i’m embarrassed about two things, one; how terrible this is, and two; how LONG it took me to write this. i procrastinated so so much. 

to the anon who wanted a part two, i hope you like it! 

(full inpso goes to merder) 

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Monday

Jo Wilson sat in her latest foster home's room on the edge of her dingy bed, one with a cheap metal base one that probably cost a maximum of fifty dollars, quickly packing up her school bag for the day. It was Monday now. Two days since the party. Two days since spin the bottle. Two days since that kiss with Alex Karev.

Well, less like a kiss, more like a near pornographic make out session.

She couldn't get that kiss out of her head. She'd kissed guys before. She had boyfriends that were great kissers. But Alex Karev? Now she could understand why Leah was so hung up on him.  Along with Heather. And Stacy. And Tina, Irene, and Susan. And she had never even had sex with him.

Wow, he had already slept with all of her friends huh?

The girl gets rid of the thoughts quickly, deciding that they weren't worth her time. Of course Alex Karev was a good kisser. He had to be, considering he had slept with so many women in the school even he had most likely lost count. He wouldn't have been able to sleep with them all if he was a terrible kisser. Nobody would get with him in bed if he couldn't kiss women in a way that made them... desire him. His reputation did do him justice though.  

Because damn, could he kiss.

She huffs angrily as she shoves a black spiral notebook into her backpack, cursing at herself internally.

No, she would not be another one of those girls. She would not be another one of the (frankly countless) women that had fallen for Alex Karev. She would not be another person who had succumbed to his good looks and charm and slept with him. Absolutely not. She was smart. She didn't do one night stands. She was only seventeen and had two serious boyfriends. She didn't want to be another of Alex Karev's one nighters. She was better than that.

With that, she slings the bag over her shoulder and makes her way down the hallway, walking by the passed out foster dad with an empty beer bottle hanging limply from his hand and the foster mom smoking a cigarette on the beat up back porch, rocking back and forth on the rotten wood swing that she hoped would just fall already. Then she wouldn't have to listen to the annoying sound of the metal screeching every time the god damn swing moved.

But it still sucked. Because the boy was still occupying her thoughts. The feeling of his lips on hers, his hands working up her sides...

Nope, no more. No more thinking about him and how she would just be another one to fall into bed with him.

So, screw Alex Karev. Screw him and his ability to kiss like a freakin god.

Turns out, her mind truly did not want to forget about the man from the party.

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She slams her dark green locker shut, letting out a small yawn as she pushes the lock back into place, dialing the knob back to zero. Before she can even begin to grasp the situation, none other than Alex Karev is leaning against the locker next to hers, a crooked smirk painted on his lips.

"Go out with me." he says.

Jo widens her eyes, but composes herself quickly. Was this guy for real? She didn't even hear him ask to go out with him. He stated it. Who does that?

What an asshole.

"What makes you think I wanna go out with you?" she asks, raising a brow as she watches his face fall slightly, some of his confidence going out the window. Ah, she got it. It was an act. He wasn't as confident as he made himself out to be. It was crazy how much she could learn about somebody from a single question.

He immediately puts the facade back on, but if you studied closely you could tell he was a bit nervous. He was Alex freaking Karev. He's never been turned down before. Rejection in the world of women was practically a foreign thought.

"Because you made out with me." he shrugs his shoulder, as if the answer was obvious.

Ass.

Jo gives him a hint of a smile, she couldn't help it. He was hot. "I'm pretty sure you're the one who kissed me." she answers, internally giggling at the way his mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"You kissed me back." he retorts.

At that she gives him a real smile, making a grin of his own pull at the corner of her lips. He liked her smile, it was bright and happy, one that could turn someone's day from bad to good.

"That I did." she claps back, crossing her books over her chest, probably the most overused move in movies, but who cares. Her life was feeling like a movie right now.

"Then go out with me." he quirks up one side of his lip.

Jo pulls a smirk of her own. This was fun, messing with Alex, that is. "If I remember correctly, I'm ninety nine percent sure you're the one who pulled me back in." she chuckles inwardly at the sight of his mask crumbling a bit. "Or, am I wrong?"

His eyes widen as she smirks and begins to walk away. "Goodbye Alex." she says over her shoulder, giving him a small wave as he stand there stoically.

All of a sudden a signature crooked grin begins to form on his lips. He was going to get her to go out with him. Somehow. He didn't really know how he was going to do that, but he would. He could tell that Jo Wilson was definitely one to stick around for.  

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Tuesday

"C'mon, why won't you go out with me?" Alex asks the brunette beauty as they whizz down the halls, occasionally bumping into random students as they make their way to their shared math class.

He was seriously making this difficult for her. She wanted to say yes, trust me she did. She didn't want to be another woman who Alex Karev had managed to woo. But damn, it was hard. Especially when he always looked so freaking perfect. Like right now. His white t-shirt clung to his chest, outlining his toned body and his black jeans, though loose, still managed to outline the shape of his butt. And his hair right now was amazing. She wasn't usually one for hair, but knowing how soft his dark brown locks were made Jo want to run her hands through it again and again. The way it was styled right now wasn't helping. It was messy, but in a controlled sort of way. Like most boys at her school, he had it cut shorter on the sides (not shaved) and longer on the top, and the longer strands stuck out in various places, adding a bit of charm and innocence to his look. And his face was so fucking hot, don't even get her started. His cheekbones were high and his jawline was so sharp it looked like it could cut something. Damn Alex Karev for being so nice to look at.

It would be a lot easier to say no to him if he didn't look like that all the time. Like a freaking Calvin Klein model, that is.    

"Because." she clips back. She had to be firm. Do not fall for his charm. Falling for his charm led to falling for him. Falling for him meant she was stupid, because only stupid people fell for him. They knew what he did. They knew that they wouldn't call him back the next day, and yet, all the girls still cried about it. She would not fall for Alex Karev, because that meant bawling over the bathroom toilet, crying out why he didn't respond to her text message. (Don't ask, she'd seen it happen before. Girls' heart's these days seemed to live in their vagina's)

And sure, maybe going out with him didn't mean she was going to fall for him, but honestly, all of her friend's had spent a single night with the guy and he magically had them wrapped around his finger. Maybe he put a fucking lust spell in their drinks. That seemed to be like the only logical explanation.

So no, he didn't get a date. Because she wasn't going to make a fool of herself. She wasn't going to tell herself she was different, like every other girl before her had. She wasn't going to convince herself that Alex saw something else in her. She wasn't going to humiliate herself. Plain and simple.

"Because what?" Alex asks her as they turn into the classroom, Jo rolling her eyes as she makes her way to her seat in the middle of the class, leaving him standing behind in the front of the room, not even turning back to him as she speaks again.

"Go do your work."

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Wednesday

Alex lets out a frustrated breath as he slams his cafeteria tray onto the table, sitting next to Meredith and Cristina, the two women exchanging words through their eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang asks, picking up a fry off his plate and shoveling it into her mouth before he can knock it out of her hand. Nobody touched his food.

His face twists up into a scowl as he lets out some weird noise, shoulders shrugging up and them down. They two girls took it as a way to say 'shut up' and 'you know'.

"Oh it's the hairball!" the raven head speaks up, smiling victoriously as the boy lets out another intelligible sound. Alex bangs his head down on the table, letting out a groan as his hands make its way into his hair, kneading his fingers through it and unconsciously detangling any knots that may have formed since that morning.  

He turns his head to the side, looking directly at Meredith, who had an amused expression on her face. But he couldn't care less about that right now. Jo Wilson had just rejected him again. For the third day in a row. Was he delusional? Did she not feel... whatever the hell he felt when they kissed? Did she not feel the... normalcy of it? The way it seemed so normal, so perfect, so right?

He is starting to think he made it all up, the one and a half beers going straight to his brain and making him imagine things. Because otherwise, why was she rejecting him? He could be charming, he knew that for a fact, and these past few days he had turned on all the charm he possessed and still, nothing. It was weird, being rejected. He hadn't experienced that before.

But he still was confused. Why wouldn't she just go out with him? One date, that's all he was asking for, one. If it went bad, then it went bad. They would get over it and move on. And if it went good, then it could maybe lead to something... more? He had never had the 'more' before. All he had was an abundance of one night stands.

He was getting ahead of himself, thinking about something 'more' with the girl when she had turned him down three times now. Three times!

"Why won't she go out with me?" he asks the blonde, causing her smirk to form into a sympathetic smile. She simply shrugs her shoulders and gives his a little squeeze. Cristina just seemed to find the situation more and more amusing by the second though, judging by the loud laugh she let out.

"Oh Evilspawn," she says dramatically, giving him a slap on the back. "You're acting like you have feelings for the h-" she stops mid sentence, eyes widening as she realizes the truth of her statement.

"Oh my god." she says her face twisting into what could be described as a scowl, but not one of disgust, simply not quite believing the words herself, ignoring the way Alex glares at her. If looks could kill, she'd be a pile of ash on the ground. She composes herself quickly though, the idea of teasing him sounding much louder in her head than being shocked. The girl lets out a low chuckle, "Evilspawn has feeing for a hairball, ha."

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Thursday

Jo heads down the school's long hallway to the library for some peace and quiet. The current foster home hardly had any moment of the day that wasn't filled with cursing, arguing, or screaming matches, and quite frankly, it wasn't the best place to study for her upcoming test. She had her head buried in her notebook as she walks down the hall, reading over each line until it was so deeply rooted in her brain that she couldn't get it out even if someone tried to saw it out.

That was how she studied. She needed good grades, and while school did come easy to her for the most part, she still preferred to cram all the information possible into her brain.

At that moment she was a good thirty feet away from the library's front doors, going over a line on cell theorem, it was review, but her teacher thought it would be a good idea to go through it again. She unconsciously says the words she wrote down to herself silently, lips moving as she holds her notebook in one hand, a pen in the other, ready for any parts to be changed or adjusted. She's so deep in thought she doesn't notice a tall figure jog itself up to her until its voice interrupts.

"So-" he can barely get a word out before she lets out a shriek.

Startled, Jo drops her book and pen, letting out a sharp breath as both her and Alex reach down to grab her stuff, her picking up the black gel pen, and him the beat up notebook.

"Jesus, you're gonna send me into cardiac arrest if you do that again." she glares at him, making Alex avoid her eyes as he looks sheepishly around the hall and its abundance of colorful posters, bringing up one hand to rub the pack of his neck, biting the corner of his bottom lip.

She made him feel nervous, but not in a bad way. Jo made him feel something weird in his stomach, something he couldn't quite describe without sounding like a freaking romance novel, and he didn't know if he loved it or hated it.  

"As I was saying-"

"No." Jo says quickly, standing up from her crouched position on the floor and beginning to make her way towards the doors.

Alex takes her shoulder and spins her around, causing them to make eye contact for the first time since that night almost a week ago. The mutual feeling of being able to stare into each other for god knows how long was there, but Alex knew that if he wanted to get anywhere he had to look away from the greenish-gold eyes and focus on her.

He sighs, "Why won't you just go out with me?" he asks.

Jo lets a breath to calm herself down, because if she didn't she could do one of two things, punch him or kiss him. And she only wanted to punch him because she wanted to kiss him. Damn it.

"Because."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. As much as he liked this girl, she really knew how to push his buttons. "That's not an answer!"

Jo stops in her tracks, turning towards the man and glaring at him sharply, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into an unamused straight line.

She kind of lost it then. She just needed him to leave her alone, otherwise she would give in. Jo didn't know why she was so insistent on saying no to him.

If only she knew it was because he would be only person who could make her feel something she had never experienced before.  

"Listen Karev," she starts, her words biting, having an edge to them that she only got when she was passionate about what she was saying. "I'm not going to be another one of the girls in your bed. I'm not gonna be another name you can check off your list" she hisses, pressing a finger aggressively into his chest, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm not like them, alright?" her eyes narrow further. "So... leave me alone." and with that she walks away, leaving a thoughtful Alex to gather his thoughts.

Now he knew what he needed to do.

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Friday

It was pouring rain that day in the neighborhood of Seattle, the sound of water hitting the windows seemed to echo throughout the quiet classrooms. The drops plop down onto the streets and sidewalks, creating tiny puddles in crevices and potholes, perfect for little kids to jump around in, or for teenagers to use as an excuse to dirty their parent's nice rugs, either one worked.

Unfortunately, school had just got out for the day and Jo had forgotten to bring an umbrella. Her car was currently in the shop, so she had absolutely no way to get home except through the pouring rain.

She decides to wait under the steps for a while, trying to see if the rain would lighten up. She shivers in her thin jacket, clothing it close to her body as she could while reading a book she got from the library. Focusing on something other than the cold made it seem a bit more bearable to deal with.

An hour and half later, the rain still hadn't calmed. The clouds were the darkest shades of gray, the winds were making heavy tree branches swing from side to side as the water beat down on everything in existence. Jo - for the most part - was pretty dry, only a few drops had flown her way throughout her time on the steps, which she was very grateful for. She didn't want to have to add water to her already freezing temperature.

She couldn't go inside (she tried) because the doors were locked from the inside. Truthfully, waiting was to see if the weather would change was stupid, but at the time it seemed like a good idea, she realizes that now.  

With a sigh she crosses her arms over her chest, letting out a huff as she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the red brick of the school. Not too long after, she decides that the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon, so she picks up her bag and begrudgingly steps out into the rain, flipping that hood of her jacket onto her head. It was then the school doors open, a bunch of guys start piling out of the building, laughing and shoving each other. Jo was about to consider asking them for a ride, but decides against it. She didn't to need to drive home with a bunch of boys who (probably) smelled like a wet dog.

Navigating through the cars in the parking lot delays her time, making sure not to bump into any men. The jocks were notorious for getting pretty... handsy with women. The last thing she needed was some guy grabbing her ass.

To her luck, the guys pile out of the lot quickly, only leaving her and one other figure who she couldn't identify, who was just making his way out of the school. She turns back around and begins to walk again, only making it a few steps before she hears her name getting called out.

"Jo!" the familiar voice rings.

Great. Didn't she tell him to leave her alone? She wasn't going to be another girl who's name he could check off in his little black book. Didn't she explain that to him?

She spins on her heel with a huff, "Alex-"

"Shut up and listen." he yells, since he was still a good twenty feet away, standing under a tree, the rain beating down on him, making his hair all messy and soaking his sweatshirt and jeans.

His words catch her off guard. They were typically used in a condescending way, but for reason she didn't get that vibe off of him. It was just his way of saying 'please be quiet so I can talk'.

She wraps her sopping jacket around her tighter, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. She didn't know what the hell he could want. What was there to want?

Alex brings a hand to the back of his neck, openly showing his nervousness, a rare for him. He lets out a deep breath before making eye contact with her. The connection drew her in, even though he was far away. It was like something was drawing her to him.

"I don't want to sleep with you." Alex starts, cursing himself internally.

Jo widens her eyes. She wasn't sure if that was offensive or not.

"Crap-uh, what I mean is that if you go out with me, the purpose of it wouldn't be to have you in bed by the end of the night." he says honestly.

The girl stands there stoically, shocked at his words. Alex Karev... wasn't trying to get into her pants? No, something was up.

"Why?" she asks, the rain beating down on her, the wind picking up and blowing through her hair wildly.

Alex lets out a small chuckle, his face twitching up into a crooked grin. "Because I like you Jo." his eyes were flashing with sincerity. "More than I'd like to admit." he adds, talking loud enough to be heard over the sounds of wind and rain.

Jo's face begins to host a small smile.

No more running.

If it ended bad, it ended bad. But for now, she wasn't going to worry about that. If his main focus wasn't to sleep with her, then maybe something could happen.

She jogs over to him, watching the way his face lights up like a little boy in a candy store, she was sure her's was the same.

The girl lets out an amused laugh. "Fine, a date." she says, Alex's eyes filling up with glee.

"But... I need to do this first." she smirks before cusping his cheeks in her hands and pulling him down into a kiss, grinning against his lips. It was like before. So perfect, so right. The way their lips molded together, like two puzzles piece snapping into place.

She pulls back, a goofy smile on her face as she looks up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Did we really just do all this in the rain like some cheesy romance movie?" she asks teasingly, unable to wipe the grin that had formed. She really liked kissing him.

"Hell yeah we did."

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

A Joint Effort

One-Shot

Description: Sam and Bucky are hesitant and unhappy to fulfill the task at hand.

Warning: None

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"You are Captain America!" Bucky exclaimed. 

"And you are the Winter Soldier!" Sam retorted.

"I was the Winter Soldier! Am not anymore and you know that!" hissed Bucky. 

Sam raised his hands, "I did it last time. I am not going to do it again."

"Sam please," Bucky tried to plead with him, "Please don't make me do this. I was tortured by Hydra for decades."

"So? Dude you wrecked my car!" Sam argued aggressively.

"That was one time! ONE TIME!" Bucky raised a finger, "And my mind was being controlled." 

"Whatever man. You gotta do it," Sam pushed the tools towards Bucky.

He whimpered, "She won't talk to me if I do that to her! Remember last year, when it was your turn? She didn't even look at you for 3 months after that! What if my baby decides to hate me now?" wondered Bucky with a slight pout.

Sam folded his hands in resolution, "Then she will join the long list of people who detest you."

As Bucky kept on grumbling, Sam pushed a book towards him. "Look, I don't want to do this either, but we gotta do it for her. That's what the doctor said last time, remember? He said it's supposed to be an annual thing."

"But she hates it," Bucky tried to urge Sam, "She hates it when we do that to her. I mean just look at her right now, she's sleeping so peacefully."

Both the superheros walked towards the door and gazed into the next room, where a beautiful, graceful, furry feline was peacefully sleeping on the couch.

"How am I supposed to wake her up and give her a bath? Especially when it's torturous for her? Sam, that's inhuman," he feebly tried to argue.

Sam almost melted at the thought. Almost. 

Shaking his head, he squared his shoulders and said with determination, "You need to do this. We have to bathe her once every year. That's what the vet said. Now," he placed a book in Bucky's hand, "There are detailed instructions on how to give her a bath, complete with precautionary steps, guidelines and a blueprint of the tower in case she makes a run for it.'

Bucky squinted his eyes at him, "Your plan didn't work last time Sam."

"Of course it did!"

"Sam, the hospital staff thought you had been attacked by a wild animal," Bucky reminded him. 

Sam scoffed, "Not my fault you brought a cat from Wakanda! I mean, why didn't you just get one of your goats?"

"Gerald didn't want to come because Fiona was pregnant. And he had spent his entire life with Fiona and his parents at that farm, so I didn't want to separate him from his family," Bucky replied sincerely. 

Sam's eyes went as wide as teacup saucers. Slowly, he blinked twice and asked him, "Gerald?"

Bucky nodded, "The male goat, or buck, as they are usually called."

"... didn't want to leave Fiona?" Sam repeated slowly.

"Yeah, his wife, who is obviously a female goat, or a doe, as they are called," supplied Bucky as if it was obvious.

Sam still looked bewildered, so Bucky repeated, this time slowly, "Fiona was pregnant. And Gerald had-"

"No no. I heard you the first time," Sam interrupted him, "I was just having a hard time  processing all that information."

Bucky shrugged in response. Then an idea popped into his head, "I really miss Gerald these days. He was such a nice goat you know? All he ever-"

"Oh hell no! You are not going to emotionally blackmail me with your steel blue puppy eyes!" Sam exclaimed as Bucky gave up in defeat.

"Okay how about this? We do it together. I will lure her in with snacks, and lock the door. You prepare the tub and wash her while I hold her back and keep feeding her treats," suggested Bucky, "What do you think?"

Sam pondered for a moment, "Yeah okay. That could work."

Over the next hour, both the superheros bent over the book, outlining the new plan and jotting down the course of action.

Finally when they were ready, Bucky gently woke up Mrs Marshmallow. The white, soft and adorable feline opened her large eyes and yawned at him, looking a bit disgruntled to have been awoken from her sleep. But as soon as Bucky kept her favorite treats in front of her, she stretched and snacked on them.

Bucky kept placing treats on the ground in the form of a trail, so that Mrs Marshmallow followed him till they reached the entrance of the bathroom. He tentatively placed one last piece of treat inside the bathroom, and as soon as Mrs Marshmallow entered, Sam closed the door and locked it. 

Slowly chewing her food, Mrs Marshmallow looked up at the two of them, then took in her surroundings. 

"Meow?" 

"Sorry baby, but you need a bath," Bucky told her.

"Meeeow!"

"I know baby, but we have to give you a bath. I am truly sorry honey but we have no choice," Bucky tried to reason with her.

"Meeeeeow! Meeeow!! Meeeeoooww!"

"Okay miss that kind of language will not be tolerated in this house," Sam scolded her as he picked her up and placed her in the tub.

The nightmare that ensued in the next 2 hours will probably haunt Sam and Bucky for the rest of their lives. 

A drenched Bucky opened the bathroom door and out walked a disgusted, and freshly washed Mrs Marshmallow, her tail swishing in annoyance and mistrust as she headed for the door of the apartment.

Soaked with soap and water, Sam went ahead and opened it for her as Bucky followed the pair, limping on his way.

Thanks to the commotion caused in the bathroom, quite a small crowd of people had gathered outside their apartment at the Avengers/Stark Tower.

Fury screamed and jumped aside as Mrs Marshmallow left the apartment and went towards Wanda. "Awww what did they do to you kitten?" she cooed at the feline.

"Meooooow!"

Wanda gasped sarcastically, "Oh my God! Are you serious? We need to talk about this over catnip. C'mon," she led the cat towards her room, laughing all the way as Maria glared at Sam and Bucky.

"Are you kidding me?" Maria asked them, "Both of you are buff superheros. You fight terrorists, aliens and God knows what for a living! And you couldn't bathe a small cat?"

"Small cat?!" Fury looked at Maria with shock and fear, "Did you see the size of that monster?"

"Mrs Marshmallow is not a monster," both Sam and Bucky said in unison.

Maria rolled her eyes, "Just because one cat clawed out your eye that doesn't mean every cat is a monster."

"Wait…" muttered Bucky.

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Sam.

"Maria!" Fury said in a threatening tone.

She smirked and walked away, leaving the three men in uncomfortable silence.

"Sooooo-" Sam started to say, but Fury cut him off. "Not. A. Word. Am I clear?" Fury growled.

As soon as he left, both the men doubled down giggling, but immediately regretted it. 

"Oww!" 

"Ugh!" 

"Let's head towards the med bay," Bucky suggested, limping towards Sam.

Sam nodded, "What do you know about Fury's eye?"

"All I have ever heard are urban myths and rumours," admitted Bucky, "It is said that back when he was still an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D, he met Captain Marvel and her pet cat, who was an alien. Giant tentacles would come out from the cat's mouth and swallow entire vehicles, jets, and even people! Some people say that it was the same cat that scratched out his eye."

"I wonder if any of it is true," Sam thought. 

2 WEEKS LATER, Mrs Marshmallow was still sour with Sam and Bucky. Both the gentlemen tried to shower her with her favourite food, toys and what not. Still, there was no swaying the feline. Unknown to them, she was seeking revenge.

And so one night, when Bucky was fast asleep, Mrs Marshmallow entered his room stealthily and looked for his vibranium arm. He often removed it before sleeping and kept it on the chair besides his dresser. She slowly went towards the arm, and opened her mouth. Large, thick tentacles emerged from her mouth and grabbed the arm. The tentacles retracted back in her orifice as she swallowed the whole vibranium arm without flinching her eyes. 

She then turned towards Sam's room and swallowed the compact bag that contained his giant metal wings.

Bucky woke up a few hours later and immediately noticed his missing arm. "Sam! SAM! Where is my arm?" he shouted as he looked for him in the apartment.

Sam emerged from the kitchen with a bowl, whisking the pancake batter, "What's wrong? You need a hand?" he snickered. 

"Yes I need my hand!" Bucky showed him his shoulder stump, "Where did you hide it?"

"Hide what?"

"My arm! Ugh! Sam I am not in the mood for games!"

"And I am not playing any!" Sam defended himself, "I know I have hidden your arm in the past, and I know I have even laughed at you about it for days, because it's always hilarious, but-"

"I am checking your room," Bucky snapped and entered Sam's room. 

He came out a few minutes later, "Sam, even your wings are gone."

Sam dropped the pancake he was about to flip, "WHAT?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y was there an unauthorised entry last night in our apartment?" Bucky asked the AI.

"No Mr Barnes," came the prompt reply.

"We need to inform Fury about the robbery and secure a perimeter," Sam supplied as they prepared to leave the apartment in a hurry, worried about a potential breach in the security system.

Both the superheros kept food and water for the cat and left. Mrs Marshmallow gladly ate her imported tuna mush in peace, relishing every bite with leisure without a care in the world.

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The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 7

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge of art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

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"I'm coming," Nat hollered from the kitchen, turning down the heat of her stove. She walked towards the door and opened it to find Steve standing, a sopping wet mess.  

His clothes were drenched from the rain. His hair a disheveled mess and face flushed as if he'd been crying. He had a bouquet of soggy red roses hanging in his hand with water dripping off the petals, making a puddle on her carpet.  

"Stevie, what the hell?" Nat asked. "Are you okay?" 

Without a word, Steve slammed into Nat almost knocking the wind out of her. His wet coat arms wrapped tightly around her and he sniffles in her shoulder. 

"She left, Nat," his voice dripping with pain. "Peggy left me in the rain," he choked out.  

 "Oh, Stevie," was all she could say as she rubbed his back, not even caring about getting wet. 

 "She told me that she'd never leave but she did,"  he said. "I loved her, Nat. I really loved her." 

 His words stung her heart and even the hardened black widow couldn't help but shed a tear. She had never seen him so broken. 

 He pulls away and digs his hand into his pocket. He takes out a velvet box and opens it to reveal a shining diamond ring. 

Her lips parted in shock. "Steve…" 

 "I was gonna ask her to marry me," he sniffled. "But she told me that she'd never marry a devil like me." 

 Nat's lips twisted into a scowl. Her hands cup his cold face. A sort of warm respite for him.  

 "You're not a devil, you hear me?" Nat stated. "And she's a damn fool for leaving you."

 She pulls him into another hug and it's quiet besides the slow humming of a steaming pot. With a slowly boiling anger within her, all she could think of was how much she'd love to beat the shit out of that bitch.

His eyes held a gaze more fearsome than a tiger.  A thin paper cigarette hung from his bottom lip, a small trail of smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth and dancing upwards towards the ceiling. The air around him was majestic like a king on a throne. But he was far from his kingdom. 

 "So," Steve started, getting comfortable in a leather tufted seat. "A little bird told me you guys have been sneaking behind my back," Steve stated, looking up at the two brothers in front of him. 

The tan-skinned brunette smiles at him puzzled, but the way he shifted in his office chair uncomfortably was enough to answer Steve's conjecture.  

"Don't know what you're talkin' about," Lucky shakes his head.  

Lucky Gambino. Age 32. Italian. Head of the Gambino Crime Family presiding over Staten Island. 

"C'mon Rogers," his younger brother Sunny drawled. "You think we'd be sneaking behind your back?" 

"I've got eyes everywhere, Sunny," Steve stated calmly, setting a sinister air to the room. "Hard for anything to pass by me." 

Sunny chuckles with his hands in his pockets and leaning against his brother's desk. The room was dimly lit despite it being well into the afternoon. Sunbeams filtered through the half-lidded blinds, acting as a sort of spotlight for the fumes that escaped their cigarettes. 

"Stevie, y' know us well," Lucky spoke with his hands. It's just an Italian thing. "We went to Saint Anselm's together. Played ball in that rundown field between Gino's Pizza. You remember those days?" 

Steve nods with a small smile. "Yeah, I do." 

"Our pop's worked with yours' for years. We've got a bond. You're like family, man," Sunny said. 

Steve smirked. Good thing he wasn't so sentimental when it came to the business. 

"Then what's this news about you and Hydra working together?" 

"Hydra?" Lucky guffawed. "You think we'd be working with those no-names?"Sunny laughed along. 

"We aren't the Brooklyn Mob, but we're sure as hell not some third-rate gang like Hydra. We're the Gambinos, we'd never stoop that low." 

Steve chuckled along. "Right," Steve said while getting up. "I guess there's nothing I need to worry about here." 

"Not a damn thing," Sunny assured. "We're on your side, big boss." 

Steve chortles as he turns to leave. He gives them a nod as he exits the room. 

"Have a good day, Mr. Rogers," the receptionist said with a smile as he walked by. 

"You too, Miss Hill," he grinned with the corners of his eyes and a wave of his hand. He pressed the button of the elevator and entered it, listening to something rustling behind him. 

He turns to see Maria getting up from her desk, her heels clicking as she walked towards the office. A gun complete with silencer resting snug between her fingers. 

"Maria," he called and she turned to look at him. 

"Don't make a mess," he gave her a half-smile. 

She snorts with a sly smirk as the doors of the elevator begin to close. 

"You know I never do." 

Nat plopped herself on top of Bucky's desk. 

Bucky smiles at her, slightly peeved by the way she carelessly sits on the manifest for the next delivery. 

"May I help you?" 

"In fact, you can," she replied devilishly. 

Bucky sits back in his chair as she hooks her leg over the other giving him a nice view of the outline of her salacious legs in a tight-fitting pencil skirt.  

If he was any other man he would've been drooling a river by now, but after years of working together, Nat was just one of the guys. Nothing she did ever fazed him. Not like she was trying to or anything. 

"How can I help you, Miss Romanoff?"  

She bites her lip and he can tell something was bothering. "I'm worried."

"About?"  

"About Steve," she said.  

"I second that," Sam piped up from the other side of the room. "He's been kinda out of it, lately." 

"It's because of the girl," Nat informed. 

Bucky groaned while sinking in his chair. "I know." 

"So what're we gonna do about it?" Sam asked. 

"I don't know," Bucky shrugged. "Just let him be. He'll get over it." 

"It's been a week," Nat pointed out.  

"And your point is?"  

"Steve's made thirteen horrible decisions in the past week and he went to see the Gambinos today and I know for a fucking fact that it didn't end well." She sighed, crossing her arms. "I'm just worried about him," she confessed. "I mean after Peggy he's never really been the same and this girl just made it worse."  

The two fell silent at the mention of Peggy. She was just one of those people that they didn't talk about, especially when Steve was around.  

"I know that you are," Bucky said. "We all are, but you know Steve. He doesn't want help until he asks for it." 

"We can't just sit here and ignore it!" Nat bent forwards and into him. He shrinks underneath her. "If he keeps this up, he's gonna die!"  

"Don't you think that's a bit dramatic," Sam stated. 

"Okay maybe not die but the direction he's going in it's only going to get worse," Nat said. "He still remembers her," Bucky's eyes shot up to look at her. "He still has that ring," she told them in a hushed voice. 

She looks down to her hands in her lap. Her emotions were not easily hidden. She could've been the toughest in the mob but Bucky knew she was a softie at heart. Her worry was evident in the crease of her lovely brows and the down-curve of her full lips. 

"Hey," Bucky called softly, placing his hand on top of hers. She looks up at him through red locks to find him smiling sweetly.  

"It's gonna be fine, okay?"  

"How do you know?" Nat question with a pout.  

"Cause this is Stevie we're talking about," Bucky said. "No matter how far he falls, he always gets back on top."  

One look into his steel-blue eyes, gleaming with a hidden affection, was all Nat needed to know that maybe everything really was going to be okay. 

He glided along the white floors of the museum. Walking past bundles of children led by their teachers and casual visitors like a specter. 

Steve had been to the Metropolitan more times than he could count on both hands. Art was his faithful lover and the galleries filled with masterpieces were his solace. But today, he didn't pay attention to the swirling brushstrokes of Van Gogh or the painstakingly pointillistic style of Seurat. 

Today was a day for his thoughts. A day to reflect on his past. How was it that just a thought could bring back long-buried emotions and stir what was settled? Maybe that was why his mother said to leave things be, to not go walking into the past so blindly.  

But what else is there to do when the way forward is the way back?  

He finds himself in front of the old painting where he first met her. It could have been over three hundred years but Marie's lively youthfulness was eternal. He observes her, the way she teased him with her coy smile, hiding her letter from his eyes while sitting at her desk. 

For some reason, he feels like she's taunting him.  

You fool, you overdid it. You fall too fast. 

"Yeah, I know," he huffed. 

He hears your dull voice in his ears. 

It's just an average painting. 

He chuckled. He didn't understand how you took the everlasting masterpieces that were lauded through time so lightly. How you didn't see them the way he did. 

Maybe, you were more different from him than he had initially thought. Maybe it was never meant to be. 

He clicks his tongue at himself. Meant to be? He hardly even knew you. 

"Steve, you fucking meatball," he groaned at himself, rubbing his face and gaining strange looks from others. "I hate my life," he moaned. 

He peeks through his fingers to find Marie still smiling at him as if she had nothing else to do. 

"Don't look at me like that," he pointed at her. "Yeah, I screwed up. I know I'm stupid. Don't rub it in my face."  

"Are you okay?" He turned to find an old lady giving him a judging smile. 

"Yeah," he chuckles sheepishly. "I-uh. I have to go. Sorry about that," he dashed. 

He groans with a sigh. What was it with women and torturing him? Inanimate or animate. They just loved to hate him. 

His shoulders drooped as he walked. He kept his eyes strictly on the ground to mask his embarrassment. So mortified by his own stupidity, he didn't dare to look anywhere but at the ground. A rather foolish thing to do when in public.  

Oddly enough, you walked down the same hall, tasked with yet another horrible project. With your nose stuck in a map, you walked without caution and right onto the wet floor. Your foot slipped and the next thing you knew, your arms were in the air and a small yelp escaped you.  

Steve caught you right before you fell. His big hands covered the small of your back with your arms wrapped around his neck.  

Heat rushes to your cheeks and so does his as he keeps you suspended in his arms. For a moment in time, the world stills and all that's left is you and him. 

His heartbeat was off its pacemaker, his breathing was heavy and deep as he looked into your eyes. They twinkled like the stars. His eyes traveled down towards plump red lips, parted slightly, inches away from his.

dammit dammit dammit 

Just like him, you're caught in a daze. Lost in the ocean blue of his eyes. You never knew a pair of eyes could be this soft. And just like that day in the cafe you're trapped under him again. There was just something about his gaze that you'd never find in another person. Only in him. Even if you wanted to let go, you just couldn't find it in yourself to part from him.  

Not too far off, Madame Boucher gazes at the two with her mischievous smile, still hiding the secret message in the letter from her lover.  

In all the world, there isn't another like you, or me for that matter. We are two souls who feel like once upon a reality we were soulmates, eternal flames. 

[emeraldwaves]

Title: This Feeling Pairing: Kacchako Rating: T Word Count: 2,316 Ao3 Summary: After all these years, Bakugou is still dancing with her. A small sequel to Dance With Me. After an anon pointed out it was a year since I posted the ending, I felt like it would be fun to revisit this verse. Full fic under the cut.

Ochako looked beautiful, Katsuki thought, stabbing his fork into his cake. The damn thing was more for her than it was for him. Sweets were fine, but he didn't want to feel weighed down by the shit. So, instead, he pushed it around his plate, watching as she happily dug in.

Frosting coated her lips, her veil pushed back, draping over the ringlets which bounced against her neck. He hadn't ever seen her wear her hair this way, but damn, she looked good. No, good wasn't appropriate...

Perfect.

A diamond necklace was draped around her neck, sparkling against the bright lighting of the large ballroom. Katsuki picked it out for her when they first started planning this. The look on her face had been worth the price of the necklace. She argued they couldn't afford it, (she always did that), but Katsuki had shut her up with a kiss. He wanted her to shine more than anyone else on their day; she usually did anyway, but the necklace was a nice touch.

Of course, he had only just seen the dress for the first time earlier that day. She bought into all those bad luck superstitions and refused to let him even see the damn thing until she walked down the aisle.

And oh, what a dress it was.

Over the years, through the many competitions they had done together, Katsuki had seen Ochako in a variety of dresses. Some of them were dark and form fitting, showing off her perfect curves Katsuki had memorized. By now, he could've traced the outline of her body with his damn eyes closed.

Other dresses hugged her hips but flowed out around her legs. They moved around her when she spun, like a spring flower, blooming for the whole damn world to see. And Katsuki was happy to show her off.

However, this dress, the Aline white with short princess sleeves was tight around her stomach. It flowed out from her waist, covering her legs in waves of white. This dress was for his eyes only.

His, and the idiot people on their damn guest list.

Still, when she walked down the aisle, Katsuki was convinced this was only meant for him. He had a one track mind, focusing on her and her alone.

With each step she took, it was a step closer to him, he wanted to run toward her, snatch her up and make sure everyone knew the damn truth; he was her only partner.

Even now, after everything was over, she sat next to him; his wife. He loved her more than anything else in his whole damn life.

Admittedly, even as she stuffed her cute, round little cheeks with cake, he couldn't stop staring at her and how beautiful she looked. Her makeup was a little smudged in the corner of her eye, from when she teared up reading her stupid, overly emotional vows. He couldn't even deny how much he liked them.

That was what she did to him.

"What?" she muttered, glancing toward him, her wide brown eyes staring skeptically. "Why are you looking at me all funny?"

"Shut it, Cheeks," he grumbled. "I wasn't."

"You were!" she snorted, leaning over to press her finger against his cheek. "You've been staring at me the entire time I was eating the cake!"

Yeah, because she was so damn beautiful.

"You looked cute or whatever," he said, leaning his head on his hand.

"While eating cake?" she asked, glancing down at the plate. "I guess I would look pretty cute doing anything in this dress," she smirked.

"Don't get cocky," he teased, smirking right back.

"Says you," she hissed playfully, holding a small bite of cake out to him.

He wrapped his mouth around the fork and pulled the bite off, turning his gaze to the ballroom floor in front of them.

It was almost time.

There was a flutter in his heart, a pinch of nerves, flashing him back to the first day he had stepped inside of the dance building. He would never forget the way she had smiled at him. "You must be Bakugou-kun." He could hear the gentle lilt of her voice, the echo of it in that large room.

Oh how he'd hated dancing then. But now...

"Katsuki?" she asked, breaking him from the moment. It was fuckin' dumb. The memory of her was nowhere near as good as the real thing next to him; Ochako, who he was unconditionally in love with.

"C'mon Cheeks," he sighed, pushing away from the table. "It's time."

"Time?" she asked, watching him stand up. "Time for what?"

Katsuki glanced out at the empty dance floor, surrounded by tables of their friends and nodded. He held out his hand to her, just as she had held hers out to him so many years ago, ready to teach him to waltz.

His lip quirked up. "Dance with me, Cheeks."

A smile immediately pulled across her lips and she reached forward to take his hand.

"We welcome to the floor, the Bakugous, Katsuki and Ochako, for their first dance as a married couple!" The DJ called out and Katsuki glanced back at the man, nodding his head.

This was going to be their first dance as a married couple, but it certainly wasn't going to be their last.

Fuck, when had it turned out like this? Katsuki played rugby all throughout his time at the university, but he danced with Ochako too. The more they danced together, the better Katsuki grew and the more he fell in love with it. He wanted to dance her choreography, and show her off.

But mostly, he loved seeing how much she fuckin' came alive when they danced together. Her brown eyes glistened with excitement, and her body moved with an energy he couldn't explain. It was as if she was weightless, floating across the dance floor. Katsuki was her trusted guide, leading her where the light shone on her best.

The more they danced, the more Katsuki didn't want to let it go.

Now, they were ranked; a popular duo in the ballroom world. Ochako also ran a dance studio, continuing her teaching. And much to Katsuki's dismay, she often choreographed routines for the Todorokis, despite Shouto and Momo occasionally being their rivals.

It wasn't the way Katsuki had expected his life to go. He would've never assumed he would be a damn professional dancer, but Ochako made him want to be. He wanted to work hard to be the best damn partner; the partner she deserved.

She was his life. This was his life.

And he wasn't complaining about it. Not one bit.

"Ochako," he muttered, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. "I never expected my life to go in this direction. You've got this... stupid fucking way about you. You make people fall in love with dance. You're fucking incredible and I'm damn lucky to have you."

"Katsuki," she giggled softly, her pink cheeks flushing even more. "We already did our vows..."

"I know that," he snapped, letting out a long sigh. He wasn't never good at expressing himself through words. Maybe that was another reason he liked dancing with her. Whenever they finished a routine, he knew she could tell how much he loved her, and loved dancing with her. She could feel it in his perfect movements and the way his hands held her close to him.

With a sigh, he puffed out his cheeks. "You remember our first dance?"

"First? You mean the tango we did at that small competition-"

"Yeah," he snapped, cutting her off. "Do you remember it?"

"Katsuki, it's my choreography, of course I do!" she laughed. "Do you?"

He scoffed, feigning annoyance. "Why the hell would I ever forget that shit? It was our first competition."

"I dunno," she shrugged playfully, moving toward him as she slipped her fingers between his. He held their hands out and wrapped his arm around her back. Placing his hand near her shoulder, he pressed close to her. Her arm curved above his, her spine arching into the position and she turned her head, facing the direction they were about to move in.

Katsuki nodded to the DJ, the music filling the large, empty space. All murmurs around them stopped, and Katsuki was more than happy to let them watch.

She moved, as she always did, with grace and poise and of course, during the tango there was a tightness and passion to her movements. They were sharp and calculated, following Katsuki's. Despite him being the lead, she followed in her own style, clinging to some of the power she knew she held over him.

When they arrived at the first pose, he slipped his fingers up her spine, letting them flutter lightly against her vertebrae. She folded into it, her breathing deepening at the close proximity. "Don't get too excited, Cheeks," he smirked. That first pose always got her a little excited, which meant Katsuki was more than happy to keep her there for a moment, their eyes locked.

He pulled her up and spun her, dragging her closer to her chest. Alright, so it wasn't a perfect replica of their original dance together, but it was their wedding and Katsuki was far more advanced now than this dance allowed for. He was allowed to show off - just a little.

They moved to the next pose and he dipped her down, pressing his nose against her chest. A small squeak left her lips and he raised her up slowly, letting his hands trail down her back. They slipped dangerously close to her ass and he let his lips caress the skin of her soft neck when he pulled her back up.

He couldn't wait to get this damn dress off. As beautiful as she looked, he wanted to see her without it.

She giggled, "Katsuki!" Her voice was soft and gentle, a contrast to the intense passion of the dance, but not unwelcome. This was the woman he knew and loved.

"What?" he snorted, burying his nose against her chin for just a brief moment. She didn't argue against it or push him away. In fact, she moved closer, embracing his touch.

He clung to her, moving her across the dance floor; their dance floor. This was where he belonged; dancing with her.

It was a feeling that had overtaken him quite some time ago. No matter how hard he tried at first, he couldn't shake it.

Admittedly, maybe it was a bit pathetic, but didn't take long for him to accept it. The feeling slipped under his skin and buried itself there, flowing into his bloodstream. He loved her. Uraraka Ochako was now Bakugou Ochako and he loved her more than anything. He loved her enough to dedicate his life to her art.

He moved to the final pose, lunging forward and he slid his hand under her thigh, letting it wrap around his waist. His other hand gripped her hip, and he leaned forward pressing their lips together.

This was his partner, his girl.

Oh, and that dress was definitely coming off later.

The entire ballroom erupted with cheering, the sound bouncing off the walls. A new song started, but Katsuki couldn't stop kissing her. He gripped her thigh, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue over her and nibbled on the soft, wet surface of her lip.

He didn't care about the rest of the party; this was all he wanted.

The music slowed and the cheering began to calm, especially when Katsuki pulled away, letting the moment settle.

"You still remember it," she whispered, reaching up to cup his cheeks.

"Of course I do. It's the damn reason we're here today. It's why I do this shit with you... it's... how I... fell in love with you, or whatever," he shrugged.

Her beautiful round cheeks began to flush. "I-I love you too, Katsuki," she whispered. "I'm so happy we can do this together for as long as we want."

"Forever," he grunted. "You dragged me into this dancing mess, and I'm keeping you here with me."

She laughed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his neck.

"I can't imagine ever leaving. Not when I have the best partner this professional world has ever seen." She spoke so genuinely, and yet, he knew she was wrong.

He had the best partner.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, savoring this soft moment. He swayed with her to the music, enjoying the gentle rhythm. They often spent so much time dancing competitively on floors like these. It was nice to know this time, they could take their time with things, be out there as long as they want.

But hell, he would've lived out there on that dance floor with her if he could've.

"I won't ever fuckin' leave you," he grumbled.

"Better not, given the vows we just took!" she laughed, both of them sighing into the swaying, their bodies moving together. Other people had begun to join them on the dance floor, but they ignored the people around them. This was their dance floor, and Katsuki was going to make the most of it.

"I promise!" he snapped. "I'll promise you as many times as you damn need. You're the best damn choreographer, dancer, and woman. No one else compares!"

"I know," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'm so lucky," she whispered, giving their connected hands a gentle squeeze.

"Nah," he snorted. "That's me. Stop trying to steal my damn words."

She laughed and he ran his hand up and down her back. This wouldn't be their last time together on the dance floor. Hell, he couldn't even begin to imagine what they would do next.

This feeling he had with her, on this floor...

He would never let it go.

[pulaasul]

Luck and Order 5

The Wizard Shazam, who was once a Lord of Order, that something was amiss. The balance between luck and misfortune was in disarray. So he implores his young Champion - Billy Batson - to investigate and correct the Balance.

Set years after the series Finale of Justice League Unlimited.

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FFN I AO3

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"Kim!" Someone had called the boy in red.

"Madeline." Kim greeted as he approached the girl who called him. "What brought you here?" He inquired.

"No, no, nothing like that." Madeline shook her head. "I just want to thank you for the headband you gave me."

"Gift?" Kim tilted his head in confusion.

"This headband." Madeline pointed at the pink hairband she was wearing. "You gave this to me remember?"

"I-I'm sorry Madeline." Kim chuckled. "But I didn't give you a gift." He explained, still chuckling. "Man, whoever did this, they got you good."

"I-a…" Madeline trailed off, downcast.

Kim realized his mistake and immediately stopped laughing.

"M-ma-madeline." Kim stuttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He apologized. "I thought this was just a harmless prank." He admitted.

"I-it's okay K-kim." Madeline stuttered before she ran away from the school.

Kim just stood there unable to do anything before he was dragged by Max to his classroom.

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In a furniture-less room with one window stood a man in a purple suit.

"A broken heart is always ripe for the picking." A man in a purple suit chuckled. "I can feel this one's resentment for the deception." He added. "Perfect for my akuma."

The man in the purple suit opened his right hand and a white butterfly landed on his palm. He enclosed the butterfly in between his two hands and charged it with magic.

"Go for that resentful rejected heart my little Akuma and evilize her!"

The now purple butterfly flew out of the lone window in the room searching for the resentful heart that the man in purple ordered to it to find.

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At a bench far from the school, Madeline was crying to herself when a purple butterfly landed on her pink hairband and turned it into purple as the insect disappeared.

"Gorgon, I am Hawkmoth." A purple outline appeared a few space away from Madeline's face. "I am giving you the power to get any man you want and do with them as you please."

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Back in the dark room, the man in purple also had an identical outline a few space away from his face. It seemed like he was communicating with Madeline through the link.

"All you need to do is give me Ladybug's and Chat Noir's Miraculouses." Hawkmoth offered. "Sound like a deal for a rejected heart no?"

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Madeline grinned as she raised her head, exposing her tearstained face.

"Yes Hawkmoth."

Purple magic blob oozed from the purple hairband and engulfed the girl. As soon as the blobs of purple disappeared another figure was in Madeline's place.

Gorgon, as Hawkmoth dubbed her, had a bouquet of snakes as hair, slit eyes and slithering tongue. She wore a green scaly corset and have a snake's tail.

"I will break every girl's heart and claim their men as my own!" Madeline – no Gorgon – declared as she slithered onto the streets of Paris.

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Captain Marvel was hovering over the streets of Paris trying to find the source of the Parisian's fear.

All he saw were men wearing Togas in many different variations. They were stationary like they were statues but they weren't discolored like many statues that were inside museums and displays.

"Captain Marvel!" Ladybug called the hero's attention. "Have you found anything?"

"Nothing yet Ladybug." Captain Marvel shook his head. "I was curious why these men weren't moving at all." He explained.

Ladybug nodded as she jumped down from the roof to investigate the immobile men on the streets.

The men were wearing togas in many different ways, some had their torsos covered, some had some parts of their torsos exposed and some were even full on depictions of Greek statues that only have something small to cover their crotch.

"They're like statues." Ladybug pointed out.

"They're still breathing but they're immobilized." Captain Marvel nodded.

"C'mon Milady!" One Chat Noir exclaimed. "I can rock a Toga if that's what meow want."

"Here we go again." Ladybug sighed.

"Not needed Chat Noir." Captain Marvel shook his head. "I think we can follow the trail of immobilized men to find our Akuma." He informed.

"Thank you for that Captain." Chat Noir grinned. "Milady and I can handle the rest." He jumped down from the roof before kneeling on one knee and kissed the back of Ladybug's hand.

Ladybug simply retrieved her hand and pushed Chat Noir's head away from her.

"Is he always like this?" Captain Marvel raised an eyebrow.

"Not exactly, it was plain banter between the two of us." Ladybug sighed. "Somehow he just became worse, aggressive in his advances."

Ladybug pulled her hand from the Black Cat's grasp and pushed his forehead with her pointing finger when he showed signs of approaching her personal space.

"Chat focus!" Ladybug chided. "Captain Marvel is here to help! I can't have you antagonizing him at every turn!" She exclaimed.

"If milady wishes so." Chat Noir bowed.

"Captain?" The spotted heroine looked at the champion of magic expectantly. "We've wasted enough time."

"Just a moment Ladybug." Captain Marvel stepped forward and pointed at the Black Cat hero.

"Got a pawblem with me?" Chat Noir growled.

A small arc of electricity was generated from the lightning hero's finger, shocking the Cat-themed hero.

"Captain Marvel!" Ladybug exclaimed. "Why?!"

"Wait a moment." Captain Marvel dismissed the exclamation.

As Chat Noir's body convulsed from being shocked, pink smoke appeared on the hero's body, congregated above him and formed a silhouette of a girl before it dispersed.

"Meowch!" Chat Noir exclaimed. "What was that fur Captain Marvel?!"

Chat Noir shook his body, trying to shake off the shock from his system as Ladybug watched him in confusion.

"Captain you said we can follow the trail of immobilized people to find the Akuma." Chat Noir shook his head opting to ignore his earlier inquiry. "What are we waiting for?" He asked his two companions. "Let's go!"

The Black Cat Hero extended his baton to jump to impossible heights.

Ladybug was speechless at the turn of events. She was sure that Chat Noir had changed for the worse since he did a 180 one day.

"What just happened?"

"Your kwami will explain." Captain Marvel shook his head. "Chat Noir's right, we need to hurry up."

"Right!"

Ladybug used her yoyo to grapple her way around the city while Captain Marvel flew.

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"Nice fur meow to drop in Little Bug." Chat Noir teased as Ladybug landed beside him.

Chat Noir and Ladybug were perched on the chimney looking down on the streets where the Akuma was wreaking havoc.

Madeline – Gorgon – was slithering at the hi-way where any man who dared to glimpse at her eyes would be immobilized and were immovable, as the people the stationary men were with tried to move them with no avail.

The women in the area weren't safe the Akuma's wrath either. She simply forced the women to look into her eyes and they were immediately ridden by fear.

"What have you gathered so far?" Ladybug questioned.

"From what I gathered is that men who looked at her eyes would suddenly stop moving right after donning a random pose and the women who made eye contact with her would be very frightened." Chat Noir reported. "I haven't found the where the Akuma's object is and how the men would change clothes like we saw earlier."

Captain Marvel was silent as he listened to the Black Cat's report. He looked at the Akuma victim closely with narrowed eyes, and he saw that the head had a large concentration of magic that was spreading towards the entire body.

"The Akuma might be on her head." Captain Marvel relayed his deduction.

"How so?" Chat Noir inquired. "There's nothing on her head that's stands out."

"There's a concentration of magic on her head." Captain Marvel explained.

"Captain Marvel's right!" Ladybug interjected. "Look closely on her head." She instructed the two. "Notice how the snakes turn into actual hair past that hair band on her head."

Chat Noir and Captain Marvel narrowed their eyes to take a closer look on the Akuma victim. It was as Ladybug pointed out, the snakes do only come after the hair band that was on the Akuma victim's head.

"How do you reckon we grab that?" Chat Noir asked. "I can see it with Viperion but…"

"No we can't use Viperion." Ladybug shook her head. "It's too dangerous to him and his family."

"So how?"

"The trick is not looking directly into her eyes." Ladybug explained.

"Something's happening." Captain Marvel announced.

As soon as there were no women nearby, Gorgon started planting kisses on the immobilized men's lips one by one. The kiss changed the clothes of the Akuma's victims. They were now wearing traditional togas in various ways.

"So that's how she changes their clothes." Ladybug commented.

"I'm coming for you Kim." The Akuma declared in a sing-song voice. "Not even Ondine can ssssstop me!" She hissed as she slithered her way to Francois Dupont.

"Isn't that way going to a school?" Captain Marvel inquired.

"College Francois Dupont is actually where a lot of Akumatized victims come from." Ladybug answered. "We haven't figured out why that's the case."

"In any case, we have to stop her before she can reach her destination." Chat Noir stated as the heroes revealed themselves.

"You stop right there!" Ladybug declared, earning the Akuma's attention.

"Hello Ladybug, Chat Noir." The Akuma greeted. "Call me Gorgon and surrender your miraculous now."

"How about no." Captain Marvel responded as he fired three electric arcs at the Akuma.

Gorgon simply plucked a snake from her head and threw it in front of her to intercept the attack.

Ladybug and Chat Noir immediately jumped down from the roof and began attacking the Akuma with a barrage of punches and kicks. Neither hero didn't expect her snake locks to defend her as they did, catching them off guard.

Captain Marvel fired off balls of electricity at the Akuma as Chat Noir and Ladybug attacked from the Gorgon's both sides. She caught Ladybug's and Chat Noir's wrists and use their bodies to dispel the electrical balls in the area.

Gorgon decided to throw Ladybug against a wall while she tied Chat Noir's ankles with her tail and pinned him to the ground.

"Boys!" Gorgon yelled. "Be a dear and help me well you!"

"Yes missssstresssssssss!" Every man in the area who were once immobilized responded to the call.

Suddenly a number of men in various ages and togas were attacking Ladybug and Captain Marvel. They were forced to defend themselves from the mob of toga-wearing men that were attacking them with their fists and kicks.

"Come on Kitty, look at me." Gorgon cooed as her victims distracted the other heroes.

"Make me!" Chat Noir growled in defiance and closed his eyes tightly.

"Grab his ring!" A purple outline appeared by the Akuma's face.

"As you wish Hawkmoth." Gorgon affirmed.

Gorgon used one of her hands to pin Chat's upper limbs above his head while her free hand went for the Black Cat Miraculous.

"Oh no you don't!" Captain Marvel declared.

The lightning hero discharge bolts of electricity from his person before grabbing both Ladybug and Chat Noir from their positions and promptly retreated.

Gorgon yelled out in frustration before all the toga-wearing men donned their original poses and stopped moving entirely. She then promptly slithered on her way.

"Thanks for the save." Chat Noir expressed his gratitude. "She almost got my Miraculous."

"We need the others for this." Ladybug stated. "At least Roi Singe or Viperion." She added. "But…" She trailed off.

"Why won't you call them?" Captain Marvel inquired.

"They've been compromised." Chat Noir admitted.

"It's too dangerous for them and their families." Ladybug explained.

Captain Marvel could understand the dangers of identity reveals. He had his own secret identity when he first started out in the league. It was especially dangerous for him and his family considering that none of them could defend themselves from the likes of Black Adam in their mortal forms.

"Let's go after Gorgon." Ladybug spun her yoyo by her side. "If we don't stop her immediately, it'll be difficult to defeat her." She explained.

"Right!"

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"Oh Kiiiiim!" Gorgon sang loudly as she slithered inside Francois Dupont. "Where are you Kiiiiiiiim?"

The Gorgon was fortunate enough to catch the attention of the fleeing males in the area, stopping them in their tracks. The women who were unlucky enough to look into her eyes ran away from the school screaming hysterically.

"Kiiiim"

Unbeknownst to the Akuma her target, and his class, was inside the locker room, hopefully locking themselves in until Ladybug has purified them.

"What did you do to her Kim?" Chloe demanded as she glared at the jock. "This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!" She fumed.

"Nothing!" Kim defended himself.

"There is a 90% chance that you did something to the Akuma." Max pointed out as he fixed his glasses. "After all she has you in her mind." He added.

"I may have laughed at the harmless prank done to her." Kim sighed. "I didn't know she'd take it that hard." He continued. "Unlike someone else."

"I'll have you know that you deserve that treatment." Chloe rolled her eyes. "You aren't my type and yet you still kept gunning for me." She added nonchalantly as she looked at her nails. "Blaming me for your weakness is just ridiculous, utterly ridiculous."

"Will everyone shut their mouth?" Alix hissed. "If you don't shut up, might as well hand Kim over on a silver platter."

"Wha-"

"Wait a minute, where's Marinette?" Alya inquired.

"Billy went for the rest room before any of this started." Nino pointed out. "As for Adrien, I've got no clue" He admitted. "Has anyone seen Adrien?"

"He said he'd catch up." Rose spoke up.

"Marinette said the same." Juleka nodded.

"Everyone shush!" Alix hissed. "The Akuma's nearby."

Everyone went deathly still. They waited in anticipation whether the Akuma was going inside the room or not.

Everyone gave out a sigh of relief when the Akuma didn't force her way in.

"I think the Akuma only wants me." Kim started. "You guys go somewhere else safe, I'll lure her away."

"Kim no!" Max hissed. "This'll be like what happened with Animan."

Kim didn't listen to Max as he unlocked the door and went outside of the locker area.

"That nitwit." Alix hissed. "He's not even trying to impress Miss Queen Bee over here."

"First off, don't call me that." Chloe huffed as she walked towards the door. "Once Kim finally gets that girl out of school I'm going to call daddy and go home." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh right, she's Miracle Queen now." Alya snarled. "Because of her Ladybug and Chat Noir are back to square one."

"It's okay babe." Nino comforted her girlfriend.

"She actually dismissed the other heroes?!" Lila exclaimed. "I-I thought she was just bluffing." She sobbed. "Ladybug and I had a fight and she said that she won't use the other heroes anymore because she knew I knew them personally."

"No way." Nino gasped. "A-alya, L-ladybug wouldn't do that right?" He asked his girlfriend.

"I-I don't know." Alya was equally stunned by the revelation. "I-I heard that because of Mi-miracle Queen, their identities were compromised."

"There is 40% chance that, that might be the case." Markov reported. "There is a 60% chance that Ladybug's cure might've purged that from their memory."

"Oh please." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I know who everyone here is." She pointed out. "Almost everyone." She shrugged. "Ladybug's Miraculous cure didn't do anything about Hawkmoth's and My memories."

"Don't you dare Chloe!" Alya snarled.

"Don't you worry Cesaire." Chloe grinned. "I'm holding this over your heads." She smirked. "I'll give everyone a bit of a clue, so you better appreciate it."

"Chloe don't." Nino warned.

"Four of us here were Ladybug's other heroes." Chloe revealed. "Well five, including moi."

Three sets of eyes glared at the Bourgeois at the revelation. The fact that no one else was privy to that information didn't change the fact that Paris's emotional terrorist was in the know.

"I'm so sorry everyone." Lila continued to sob. "B-because of me Ladybug and Chat Noir are helpless right now."

"It's alright Lila." Alya comforted her friend. "It was inevitable that they were forcibly retired because of Hawkmoth's knowledge.

"Ladybug sure has luck on her side." Ivan pointed out. "As soon as she and Lila got into an argument, where she threatened to retire the other heroes, she immediately gets a reason."

"I'm sure Ladybug didn't want that to happen." Rose meekly argued. "She wasn't given a choice in the matter. Right Juleka?" Rose looked at her friend expectantly.

"I hope so Rose." Juleka responded. "I hope that was the case."

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Kim was successful in gaining the Akuma's attention, so successful that he was running away from the said Akuma.

"Oh Kim." The Akuma called out. "Why're you running from me?" She asked,

"M-madeline you're under Hawkmoth's control." Kim called out. "I know I probably broke your heart when I laughed at you." He admitted. "I didn't know who played a prank on you and told you that I gave you something but you must I realize I'm going out with Ondine." He pleaded.

"My name is Gorgon!" The Akuma yelled. "Boys!"

"Yes mistress!" The stationary toga-wearing men responded and kneeled on one knee.

"Be a dear and bring him to me." Gorgon ordered.

Toga wearing men successfully surrounded Kim, leaving him cornered.

The Jock tried making his own opening, flipping some of his assailants on the floor, he pushed some of them out of his way, but to no avail. Kim was overwhelmed by the sheer number of the men who were helping his fellow swimmer.

One of the toga-wearing men forced Kim to look into his eye and as a result, Kim donned the pose of the discobulus statue as the men who prevented his escape donned the poses they had before.

"Oh Kim, I was never going to hurt you." Gorgon stated as she slithered forward. "Was I really that ugly that you had to run and hide from me?" She continued. "But I forgive you Kim." She continued her monologue. "After all you're mine now."

"I don't think so." Ladybug declared.

"Boys!"

"Yes missssssstressssssssss!" Every Toga-wearing men hissed.

Without prompting from the Akuma, the toga-wearing men started attacking the three heroes who just arrived, distracting them.

With the heroes distracted, Gorgon immediately planted a kiss on Kim's lips, changing his clothes to that of a simple white cloth tied to his hips, covering it all the way down to his thighs.

"This is getting nowhere?!" Ladybug groaned. "Distract them!"

"By meow command, Ladybug." Chat Noir teased.

The spotted heroine jumped back to get away from the horde of toga-wearing men as the Black Cat hero distracted and blocked them from chasing Ladybug.

As soon as Ladybug got to higher ground, she immediately threw her yoyo above her.

"Lucky Charm!"

A swarm of ladybugs appeared from all directions and congregated at the yoyo. The magical ladybugs created a shiny circular shield and landed on the heroine's hands.

"A shield?"

Ladybug looked around and identified the shield, Chat Noir, Captain Marvel and the thing the Akuma possessed from her eyes.

"Chat Noir! Catch!" Ladybug called out!

"A shield?" Chat Noir questioned as he caught the Lucky Charm.

"Go head-to-head against the Akuma!" Ladybug stated "Make her see her reflection!"

"The hero Perseus!" Chat Noir exclaimed in realization.

Chat Noir used the shield to bash against the enemies near him before extending his baton to his desired height to escape the horde.

The Black Cat hero landed before the Akuma and brandished his baton as a makeshift sword as he tightened his hold on the ladybug-themed shield.

He immediately charged at the snake-themed Akuma.

"Do me a favor Kim, and fend off the black cat."

"As you wish mistress."

With the response, Kim intercepted Chat Noir's attacks. He amateurly blocked all of the Black Cat hero's strikes and got hit a few times.

Ladybug and Captain Marvel on the other hand dealt with the enemies Chat left. The two of them were on the defensive, holding them back from interfering with Chat Noir's fight.

As the heroes were busy with their respective battles, Gorgon sneaked behind Chat Noir's back and waited for an opportunity to strike.

The Akuma didn't wait long as Kim managed to land a hit on Chat's gut, who doubled over as a response. She immediately used her tail to knock the Black Cat hero down.

Kim immediately grabbed Chat's hand that wore the Miraculous and presented it to Gorgon.

"Impressive Kim." Gorgon praised. "I knew I could always count on you." She smiled as she plucked a snake from her head and used it to tie Chat's ankles together.

As soon the Akuma made an attempt to grab the Miraculous, Chat Noir immediately flipped the shield and made her look at her own reflection.

"You think seeing my own reflection would defeat me?" Gorgon scoffed. "You're burning out Ladybug." She mocked.

"Kitty now!"

At the signal, Chat Noir immediately threw the shield to the air as Captain Marvel discharged arcs of electricity against the enemies surrounding him and flew to catch the shield.

The world's magical champion immediately reflected the sunlight unto the Akuma's eyes, blinding her from the glare of the sun.

Chat Noir immediately freed himself from the snake that bound his ankles together and used it to bind Kim's hands and pushed him away from him.

Ladybug immediately swooped in and lassoed the Akuma's object from her head.

"Chat you're up!"

"Cataclysm!"

Ladybug threw the hairband towards Chat Noir, who caught it with the hand that was charged with magic, disintegrating the object to dust.

A purple butterfly emerged from the ashes of the Akuma's object and tried to fly away.

"No more evil doing for you little Akuma." Ladybug chimed as she spun her yoyo. "Time to de-evilize." She declared as she caught the flying purple butterfly. "Gothcha!"

"Bye bye little butterfly." Ladybug waved at the pure white butterfly flying away after it was released from the yoyo's confines.

Gorgon's body began to ooze purple blobs from her feet to her head as she transformed back to her old self.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" The spotted heroine threw her Lucky Charm in the air.

The Lucky Charm disintegrated into a giant swarm of Ladybugs that flew all around Paris to undo the damage the Akuma has caused, including returning the Akuma's victims' clothes to them.

The Akuma's victims soon began shake the shock from their systems as they realized where in Paris they were.

"Pound it." Chat Noir, Ladybug and Captain Marvel shared a three-way fist bump.

As soon as Kim managed to regain awareness, he immediately rushed to Madeline's side, who was still out of it.

"Ugh, where am I?" Madeline groaned.

"Hawkmoth akumatized you." Kim answered honestly as he gently helped her in a sitting position.

"Kim?"

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"You may have got the better of me this time Ladybug." Hawkmoth growled. "I will soon get what's rightfully mine and fulfill my wish." He sneered as the lone window of the room closed.

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"Ladybug!" Alya immediately called out.

"Yes Alya?" Ladybug smiled.

"Could you confirm Captain Marvel's statement last Saturday?" Alya asked. "No offense Captain, but when a new hero showed up it turned out to be an Akuma under Hawkmoth."

"No offense taken." Captain Marvel assured.

"What Captain Marvel said is true." Ladybug nodded. "The use of the butterfly miraculous was what forced Chat Noir and I into action." She explained. "To restore the balance that was tipping towards chaos." She added.

"The use of the Butterfly miraculous to make villains out of Paris's citizens is chaotic in and of itself." Chat Noir supplied. "Now even more chaotic that the Peacock miraculous is in play." He added.

"I should also note that Captain Marvel isn't a member of that mysterious order you mentioned in your Ladyblog Alya." Ladybug grinned.

Chat Noir's and Ladybug's earrings sounded off at the same time.

"Looks like that's our cue." Ladybug grinned at the young reporter. "Bug out."

Ladybug looked behind her and found that Kim was helping the Akumatized victim. "Kim, can you help your friend?" She called out.

[xonxsm]

pastel || bnha x male! reader

---》three《---

where [m/n] and friends battle against buff ugly lookin doods, and [m/n] finds a (possible) new power.

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[m/n] sighed contently as he sat back into his seat comfortably, making sure to keep a distance from the ice prince sitting next to him. he turned the brightness of his phone darker as he tuned out the voices of his classmates, searching up collar designs.

i want it, i get it. ooh, this one looks nice- nevermind. weird having the 'thot' word printed on my collar-

wow, how did i end up with bdsm pics when i searched for dog collars? damn people be putting weird things on the internet-

meanwhile, todoroki was sweating, lightly blushing and nervously shuffling in his seat after seeing the nudes and collars on [m/n]'s phone. didn't know he was into that shi-  kinky though, maybe we can hookup or somethin-

and they had a one night stand. the end.

jk, todoroki saw nothing.

[m/n] came across an [f/c] collar that claimed to be both fireproof and waterproof, and not easily breakable. it was plain, but it came with accessories and some decorating kit. eh, i'll probably be too lazy to alter anything about it-

he pressed the add to cart button anyways. no harm, hehe- i can always buy another one if i don't like it-

quickly paying for the collar, he shut his phone off as he quietly listened in to his classmates' conversation.

"in terms of flashy quirks- i'd say bakugou's and todoroki's, no?"

toedowroeki? bakoogoe? who?

"but with bakugou's personality i don't think he will be that popular, if you know what i mean." a girl said with a finger on her mouth.

oh- bakugo = boomboom boy! can't believe i forgot. (-w-) bakuboom boom yes. but who is this toedoroekie guy?

"bitch, you wanna fight?" bakuboom stood up quickly with an irk mark, clenching his fists.

"see?"

（o。o）he's gonna blow up the whole bus and we're all gon die if he gets any angrier- looking over to the bi-coloured haired boy he deadpanned. how is he sleeping through all this shouting and such-

"we've barely known each other for a week but we can already tell your personality is worse than trash drenched in dog shit. that says something, no?" just as bakugou was about to throw another insult back at kaminari aizawa shushed them, informing that they were about to arrive.

getting off the bus they were greeted by thirteen, another pro hero. [m/n] looked around confused to where all might was, but shrugged it off as he listened to thirteen's speech about usj and the importance of rescue. they followed thirteen inside, with an excited kirishima marvelling about the huge place and thirteen proudly saying about how they had every rescue situation they could think of.

the lights flickered and the exit door shut once thirteen stopped talking. [m/n] quickly hid behind a certain buff dude with a bunch of arms, his tail and ears slightly shaking. confused muttering filled the small group. flashes of some dark void thingy had chills run up [m/n]'s spine. a dark mist started forming and that triggered [m/n]'s animal instincts- he got on all fours as [h/c] hair started growing on his arms, his hands mutating to form paws and claws. weird looking people started emerging from the mist and he slightly growled, feeling a little self-conscious of the weird glances his classmates gave him.

what? c'mon, don't tell me you haven't seen or heard a dog growl before in your whole life-

"students, stay back. thirteen, protect everyone!" aizawa ordered. [m/n] was itching to run up there and start slashing but for the sake of his teacher he stepped back, sitting on the floor. like a normal person.

"we've come to finally defeat all might." a man with blue hair and creepy red eyes stated quietly as he scratched at his nape.

forcing himself to run with his classmates he didn't dare look behind to the creepy look and aura the light blue-haired man gave off; and suddenly there was darkness.

then light. [m/n] opened his eyes to see a white room, with a grey desk and bookshelf; along with a few dying flowers scattered around. he felt sad looking at the flowers, and was about to pick one up before a voice interrupted. "lmaoz wat." getting on all fours again he was about to growl, but instead let out a burp.

"E-" lunging himself at the weird voice he scratched at the dude's face while trying to bite his neck. successfully doing that he latched himself on there as he analysed the weird man. emo haircut. wow, this dude do kinda look like a pig tho- with those nostrils-

pig-man ripped [m/n] off from his neck, with his teeth pulling a chunk with him as he slammed onto the ground, spitting out the disgusting raw neck meat. the man pulled out a gun, randomly firing at [m/n] as the hybrid dodged, jumping around, his ears picking up on the man's footsteps and the bullet's location as he tried to find an exit. finally locating an open window he jumped out of there, clearly not thinking of his actions. quickly regretting as he saw how fast he was falling from such a height.

"ZCREEEENSDNFKSDNFSKDN-" somehow, his tail latched onto a random pole and he flung himself forward, also smacking his face into a random dude's crotch while doing so. "OWIE!" he landed on his butt with a thud, holding his nose in pain as the dude knelt in pain, holding his crotch. another thud was heard, accompanied by a small "wheeeey."

he looked behind, spotting a two girls- one with long earlobes and the other with a revealing outfit, while a blonde was on the ground making weird "weee" noises. [m/n] let out a nervous chuckle as he felt himself being picked up by the ears, scratching around, hating the feeling of being held in the air. his ears hurt- it felt like they were being ripped from his head. he hissed waving his tail and claws around. he heard the man groan as his tail smacked him in the face.

a knife was pressed to his neck and he froze, his eyes wide. i regret my life. i regret applying to yuuei. IM GON' DIE RIGHT AAA-

"you move, this kid is going down." villain guy said calmly. if [m/n] moved forwards, his neck will be sliced. but if he moved backwards-

but then my ears might not be able to handle all the pressure... [m/n] whimpered, his scalp starting to bleed. ah, fuck it. i'm gonna die anyways, either from my ears or the knife.

he harshly yanked his head backwards, his head knocking onto the villain's nose harshly. with a gasp his ears was released and [m/n] dropped to the floor, his hands automatically reaching up to touch his ears; hissing when a sharp pain travelled through his body as he touched the tip of them.

he was quickly shoved out of the way as kaminari rushed up to the villain, releasing more electricity as he screeched, the villain getting singed. they all zoomed out of there, [m/n] throwing all of them onto his back as he morphed himself into a wolf, carrying them back near where the exit was.

<<>><<>><<>>

he collapsed onto the ground, his head aching after the three got off his back. a weird bird like creature was slamming aizawa's head onto the ground. he could faintly make out the outline of someone reaching for a girl in the waters but his vision was too blurry for him to see who. "you really are cool... eraserhead." [m/n] watched as the head of his teacher was slammed back onto the ground again, his vision clearing up. and being the guard dog he is-

he got up, speed-ran to the bird creature and head-butted right into its stomach. full speed. the nomu was knocked off aizawa but besides that no damage was dealt. he was picked up the second time by his ears- and thrown off into the distance.

wincing he got back up, ignoring his teacher's calls for him to back up and "sit the fuck down and rest" as he rammed right into the nomu again, this time higher into his chest. he somehow managed to land a hit near where the nomu's brain is with his tail before he was slammed onto the ground near where aizawa was. he laid still as the nomu went up to where shigaraki was and began attacking the other students.

aizawa was fading in and out of consciousness- as [m/n] could tell from his decayed arm and the blood on his face. he wasn't doing any better, but aizawa looked as if he was more hurt than [m/n] ever will be.

lol, i mean i wasn't the one to get my skin ripped off my arm with it decaying and my head slammed full force into the ground that it would cause a huge dent- looking back to where he laid, a huge dent was formed under him. never frikkin mind.

i wonder if there's any way i could transfer sensei's pain to myself. that's part of moma's quirk, right? my quirk and hers is quite similar, except that she's a full wolf instead of being part bunny and wolf like i am. [m/n] sighed, thinking about his family. they probably wouldn't even care if i died, lmao.

remembering his mother telling his brother about her quirk he copied what she had said- lifting a finger to touch aizawa's skin and focusing on the image of what he envisions the "pain" as coming out of aizawa's body and into his. he could hear his teacher grumble out questions on why his student was poking his hand and he removed his hand, sighing and realising it probably  didn't work until a sudden pain in his head caused a static-like noise filled his head and he passed out from the pain, his ears and tail falling limp by his side.

aizawa could feel the pain from his head lessen. he had questions, but frankly, his jaw was too hurt for him to even move it. he looked down slightly, seeing the passed out new kid and he sighed, his sight darkening as he felt himself getting picked up and carried.

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word count: 1780

this part was probably the hardest to write and the plot probably makes no sense lmao-

i already forgot like most of the usj parts and i had to rewatch the whole thing like thirty times more to write this chapter and now my eyes hurt from sitting in front of the computer for so long.

yeet i have decided that i will write a chapter every two or three days- ya know to keep my memory of the storyline in check and at the same time letting myself rest for a day.

see y'alls next time :>

[neon-junkie]

Poor Boy - Female Version

Summary: Sean headbutts Kieran after an argument, giving Kieran a bloody nose and bruised cheekbone. You step in to help Kieran clean himself up.

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x f!Reader

Word Count: 2507

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Minor descriptions of blood and violence

Tags: Arguments, Nosebleed, Bruises, Fluff, Friends to lovers, First kiss.

Notes: Based off that camp interaction where Sean goes BONK on Kierans' poor nose.  EDIT: The bathing Kieran fic is HERE, nsfw warning tho :^)

Male version  |  Read on AO3

You'd overheard Sean and Kieran bickering from across the camp. Sean was as always, calling Kieran an O'Driscoll, winding the poor boy up for being something he's not. You'd not spoken to Kieran much. He seemed very timid and kept to himself. Most of the gang bullied him like their life depended on it, so you weren't surprised that Kieran kept his distance and didn't bother trying to be-friend people. Sean was one of the many few who would purposely go out of his way to torment Kieran, following the poor boy around the camp, shouting at him at every opportunity he got. He used Kieran as his personal punching bag. Kieran would sometimes just accept it and walk away, but today Kieran was fighting back. 

"You better stop that," Kieran hissed at Sean.

Sean laughed to himself. "Else what?"

"I'll get ya for it, that's a damn promise," Kieran snapped.

By now, most of the gang members were watching the two argue. A handful of them were calling out to try and get the two to stop, though no one had fully stepped in.

"Whatever you say, O'Driscoll," Sean teased, grinning as he saw Kieran's face go red.

"You know, I ain't no O'Driscoll," Kieran replied as if his words were going to get through to Sean.

Kieran approached Sean as he spoke, pointing his finger at him, huffing. Sean grinned again before suddenly headbutting the poor boy. A loud crack was heard and Kieran fell backward onto the floor. Miss Grimshaw was the first one to march over and begin screaming at Sean. Sean walked away, Grimshaw on his tail. Sean tried to brush her away, making up excuses as to why Kieran deserved what he got.

You had automatically approached Kieran to see if he was okay. Kieran was sat on the floor, his hand clutching his nose. He slowly stood up, watching blood drip down his white shirt.

"You okay?" you asked him, placing a hand softly on his back which accidentally startled him.

"Oh!" Kieran said as he spun around to see you stood there, a concerned look over your face. "Yeah, I'm fine," Kieran lied.

"No you ain't, your nose is bleedin'," you replied. Kieran sighed and looked at the ground. The poor boy looked like a dog that he been scolded far too many times for things he never did.

"Yeah. Hurts pretty damn bad if I'll be honest," Kieran replied, not looking at you. His spare hand picked at his neckerchief and managed to take it off, using the rag to press against his nose. He wiped his bloody hand down his already ruined white shirt.

You huffed at him. Messy boy.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," you told him.

"Oh, it's okay, Miss. I'll be fine," Kieran replied, finally looking up at you.

"No, you won't. Bet you don't even know how to get blood out a shirt. C'mon," you insisted as you softly took him by the arm, leading him over to the lake. On the way, you stopped by your tent, grabbing a few items to wash his clothes with, along with a rag to press against his nose rather than his neckerchief.

Kieran sat down beside you on the pier. His nose had mostly stopped bleeding, but his face was covered in smeared blood, along with a bruise starting to form under his right eye.

"I need your shirt," you told him.

"Erm.." Kieran paused for a moment, seeming rather nervous.

"I won't look," you say as you looked away. You overheard Kieran quietly laugh, followed by the sound of him undressing his upper half.

"Here you are, Miss," Kieran said, holding out his shirt and neckerchief. He had put his hat back on, along with his unbuttoned blue shirt. You could see the outline of his ribs and collarbones, his body was so scrawny and thin. Poor boy.

You tried not to stare, taking his clothes and leaning forward on your knees so you could begin washing them in the lake. The two of you were silent for a while, only the sounds of you scrubbing in the lake could be heard. Eventually, Kieran spoke.

"Erm.." he quietly muttered, catching your attention. You looked over your shoulder at him. Kieran looked away.

"Thank you... I really appreciate it, Miss," Kieran quietly said, clearly embarrassed about the whole situation.

"You know, you can call me (Y/N)," you smiled.

"Well, (Y/N), I appreciate you helpin' me," Kieran said as he looked at you. He had removed the bloody rag from his nose.

"You should probably wash your face," you told him. You didn't mean for it to come across so blunt. His eyes widened.

"Am I that bad?" Kieran asked.

All around Kieran's nose, mouth, and chin was red from where he rubbed the bloody cloth against it. He looked like he had shoved the lower half of his face in a watermelon.

"If I say no, will it make you feel better?" you joked.

Kieran pulled a face that resembled 'whoops,' and lent forward to begin washing his face in the lake. You overheard him whine under his breath, not realizing how bad the bruise under his eye was.

You finished washing his clothes, the bloodstain pretty much gone. You saw Kieran dry off his face with his sleeve, then began to button up his blue shirt with the few buttons left on it.

"I need to go put this on the line. I got something to help that bruise also," you said to him as you wrung out his shirt.

"Oh, lead the way," Kieran said as he stood up, offering you a hand. You accepted, letting Kieran help pull you up.

The two of you walked back into camp. You could see Sean glaring at Kieran in the corner of your eye and only hoped that Kieran was choosing to ignore it. You flung his shirt and neckerchief over the camps clothesline then lead Kieran over to your tent. You invited him inside your enclosed tent; there was more than enough room for the two of you to comfortably sit.

"Here," you say as you give Kieran a spare shirt.

"Oh, I don't mind wearin' this. I don't wanna get your clothes dirty," Kieran responds.

"I've seen how conscious you feel. Just put the shirt on, it's your size," you say as you place the shirt on his lap.

"Thank you," Kieran quietly says.

Kieran begins changing once you look away, going through your stuff to find the ointment you were looking for. You quickly find it and turn back to see Kieran pulling his braces up over his shoulders, then placing his hat back on.

"Suits you," you smile at him. You can see him blush, despite how dark it is in your tent. You had given him a yellow plaid shirt to wear, the colour going well with his brown pants and hat.

"T-thank you," Kieran replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

"C'mon, let's get that bruise sorted before your eye swells up," you say as you try and shoo him out the tent. Kieran doesn't move.

"Miss (L/N), I don't mind doin' it myself. You've already done too much for me," Kieran replies.

"Kieran, it's fine. It's always nice to have someone take care of you. Now come on," you shoo him again and this time, he moves.

The two of you step out of your tent and you instantly notice a bunch of eyes look at the two of you. Kieran stands awkwardly with his feet turned inwards, looking at you for a sense of direction. You look over at the campfire and decide not to go there as Sean was still there, prominently glaring at Kieran but thankfully not you. Sean knows you'd help him if he needed it, but will definitely question you as to why you helped Kieran the next time he saw you alone.

"Let's go sit by the horses, hm?" you suggest. Kieran seems eager and begins walking away. You closely follow.

You sit yourself down, your back leaning against the log. Kieran pokes at the fire, relighting it as you pour ointment onto a clean cloth. By now, it was dark and the temperature was beginning to drop. You enjoyed the temperate pick up as Kieran got the fire going. He soon leaned back against the log beside you.

"Here," you say as you turn to face him. Kieran doesn't have any time to react before you press the cloth lightly on his cheekbone where the bruise was forming.

"You gonna do everything for me, Miss?" Kieran jokes. This was the first time today you'd seen him actually smile, and probably the first time in a while.

"You ain't enjoying me care for you?" you joke back at him.

"Oh, I am. I just... wasn't expecting it," Kieran pauses for a moment, shuffling his legs till his knees rest close to his chest, his arms in his lap. "I ain't had anyone take care of me since my parents passed."

"Oh, Kieran," you sighed, feeling sorry for him. "Enjoy it then, hm?"

"I will," Kieran smiles. The two of you sit in silence for a little while. Your arm begins to ache from holding the cloth up against Kieran's face.

"Here, lie down," you say, patting your thighs as you move the cloth off him.

"You.. you want me to sit on your lap?" Kieran questions, laughing lightly as he gives you a puzzled look.

"No, silly! My arm aches. Lie your head on my thighs so I don't have to hold this up against you," you explain.

"Like I said, Miss, I don't mind sortin' myself out here," Kieran tells you yet again. You brush him off, encouraging him to get comfy. He jokingly rolls his eyes and shakes his head, making you laugh.

Kieran lies back on your thigh and tries not to make direct eye contact with you, feeling a little awkward. He wasn't used to any attention, so to have someone suddenly grab a hold of him and not let go had made him feel rather anxious. He props his hat on the log, his hands resting on his stomach. He watches you pour more ointment onto the cloth then place it back down on his face. Kierans head is rotated slightly so he can watch the fire dance. You notice him fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt, a sign of nervousness. You lift the cloth up and brush some strands of hair off his face. Your hand goes back to his face, whilst the other remains on his head. You start to run your fingers along his hair, very gently combing it, giving him a slight head massage. He eventually stops picking at his shirt, slowly feeling at ease.

"You need a bath," you pick at him, noticing his greasy his hair is.

"You offering to wash me as well?" Kieran jokes with you, turning back to look up at you.

"You want me to?" You ask him, seriousness in your voice.

"?!" Kierans eyes widen and he's not quite sure what to respond. He fumbles about, a string of 'err' and 'uhm' coming out of his mouth.

"Like I said, I'm happy to care for you," you shrug.

"If I knew gettin' headbutted by Sean was gonna get a beautiful woman offering to bathe me, then I wouldda got him to headbutt me a long time ago. Hell! I wouldda got him to run me over with one of the wagons," Kieran states.

You laugh loudly, your laugh definitely being heard across the camp. Kieran laughs with you, noticing how your face lights up. He suddenly sits upright, startling you slightly. Kieran turns to you.

"I'm serious. Honestly, (Y/N), you're beautiful. You know that, right? When I..." Kieran pauses for a second, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from you. "When I saw you comin' over I wasn't sure what you were gonna do. Hell, I was so nervous! I assumed the worst cause everybody in the camp is like that to me, but I didn't think you'd help me out this much. I really appreciate it."

"Awh, Kieran. You don't need to thank me, but I do appreciate the compliment," you smile.

"If you ever need a favour, I'll be there. Why, I owe you more than one," Kieran speaks directly at you.

An idea springs to mind.

"I've got somethin' you can do for me," you reply.

"Anythin, Miss. Whatever you need, I'll do it," Kieran insists.

"You could give me a kiss?"

"Wait, what?!" Kierans' eyes widen. "You better not be jokin' with me here."

"I ain't. I think a kiss is fair payment," you smile.

"Well, if that's really what you want, then I ain't gonna turn you down," Kieran replies. There's a nervous shake to his voice and he's struggling to make eye contact with you.

You cup his left cheek, avoiding the side with the bruise. He calms into your touch, finally looking at you. Your fingers brush over his scraggly beard, a lot softer than you expected. Kieran shuffles so he's on his knees and pauses. He seems starstruck. His mind is still processing today's wild turn of events. Nobody could have predicted that Kieran was going to get beat up and kissed on the same day. Kierans fumbling about with his shirt. He was always a nervy little fella, but being on the spot only made him worse. You began to feel bad for asking him to do such a bold thing.

"You don't have to if you don't wa-" Kieran cuts you off with his lips pressed against yours. His hand is on the back of your neck, fingers running along your hair. Your eyes slowly shut, softening into his light kisses. You can faintly taste iron on his lips, along with a stronger taste of tobacco. He doesn't try pushing his luck, slowly pulling away. The two of you open your eyes; he's looking at you calmly but there's a tint of lust in his eyes.

"You happy with your payment?" Kieran jokes. You laugh with him.

"I think I may need more, you know."

"I can't deny you that, not when you've done so much for me." Kieran seems bolder as he sits directly beside you, stretching his arm behind you against the log. You rest your legs on top of his, your shoulder burrowing in the crook of his neck.

"Might have to bathe you too," you purr. Kieran squeaks and blushes.

"I'd like that, a lot," he admits as he lifts your head up gently with his hand on your chin. He kisses you again, this time confidently.

The two of you spend the night making out by the scout campfire. Kierans more than happy with this turn of events, despite the bruise on his cheekbone.

An angry Sean watches in the distance.

[malereaderfanfics]

Bakugou Katsuki x Male Reader

In which the reader and Bakugou fight in the Sports Festival, platonic with implied future romance.

Warnings: swearing, I haven’t written in months, violence

"C'mon y/n, breathe in..." you followed Kirishima's instructions "And out... There we go, keep going!" he smiles softly, "I know Bakugou can be scary, but I also know that you're a very competent hero! You won against Todoroki, and he's one of the most powerful in our class," he placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling softly.

"But he's just so aggressive, and Todoroki didn't use his fire side with me, I would have been decimated if he did!" you place your head on the table, running your hands aggressively through your hair. 

The door slammed open, making you flinch aggressively, turning around you see Deku in a panic.

"Y/n! You're up, now!" you felt the adrenaline rush through you like a cruel avalanche of fear. Kirishima stood, grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up, dragging you out the door. As you approached the light of the arena, Kirishima yells:

"I believe in you y/n!" in a second he and Deku had split off to the stands. You burst out into the sunlight of the arena, eyes adjusting quickly you saw Bakugou at the other end, even from the other side of the arena you could see him physically shaking with rage.

"Just in time!" Present Mic announced, "Y/n l/n, quirk: white-hot flames!" the pro-hero introduced, you couldn't look away from Bakugou, he looked way too eager. Enthusiasm is good, but his pure drive for the top and nothing else bordered on an obsession, in a way you found it both annoying and endearing. "Get ready!" Mic's words made you sake your head, moving into a basic fighting stance, you couldn't get distracted. Taking a deep breath you stared him down, preparing yourself for the noise of his quirk. "GO!"

As soon as the command registered, you ran, sprinting forward directly at the blond. He held up his palm to direct a blast straight to your face. Time felt like it slowed as you ducked down and slid underneath him, rolled and stood back up in one smooth movement. Flames wrapped around your arms as your blinding white flames completely smothered Bakugou, darting forwards you grip the hard muscle of his arm and used his momentum to throw him over your shoulders towards the edge of the arena. Though he went pretty far it didn't take long for him to recover, immediately launching himself back at you.

With a terrifying rush you realise that the only way this was going to end was with one of you unconscious on their way to Recovery Girl, and it seemed that most of the spectators realised this too.

In a moment of teenage rebellion, you made up your mind to make sure you do exactly the opposite. 

You're quick to sidestep Bakugou's charge, acting on instinct and landing a hard roundhouse to his jaw. He grabbed your foot on the way down and, with an explosive charge, launched you across the arena. 

A shock of pain spiked through your shoulder and your vision danced. You were faced away from the blond and the white outline of the arena. With a stifled groan you pushed yourself up, getting to your feet quickly and putting as much space as possible between yourself and the border. Bakugou's angry yelling got too close and you finally turned up the heat, throwing forwards a full power wall of flames.

To you the rest is a blur of fire, deafening explosions and fighting. By the five minute mark you were both screaming bloody murder at each other, yours mainly brought on by your impending heat limit and growing frustration at Bakugou's stubborn resistance. 

Finally, finally, you both gave in, heat stroke had taken over and Bakugou's pain threshold was finally reached. All at once, you both collapsed.

Your head hammered, your stomach churned, you felt like complete dogshit. You were still in recovery girl's room with Bakugou still asleep in the cot next to you, his burns were healed, with only a small, minor scar on his chest. He looked so peaceful asleep, he wasn't yelling at people or scowling. It wasn't rare for Bakugou to look good, and it must've been the heatstroke clouding your thoughts, but you found yourself staring at him on multiple occasions. Recovery Girl had assured you multiple times that he won't be out for more then a few hours, it didn't completely remove your worries but it helped a bit.

"Hey, watcha' starin at, Crispy?" You jolted when Bakugou talked sharply, then imminently burst out laughing.

"Crispy? Crispy? That's the best you could come up with?" you snorted "Mate, you're the one that should be called Crispy!"

"Shut the hell up! You set the whole arena on fire!" he sat up way too quickly and grunted, placing a hand over his burn scar. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Dude it ain't that bad," you smirk at the blond, about to add another comment when All Might suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Boys! That was a brilliant battle!" he started, "I'd hate to rush but I must bring you back to the arena, just in time for the ending ceremony!"

"Wait! Who won?!" you and Bakugou synchronise perfectly, earning a hearty laugh from All Might.

"Both of you, of course!" Recovery Girl helped the two of you out of the cots, you followed All Might back to the arena. "You both fell at the same time, it was impossible to tell!"

You and Bakugou looked at each other, sharing a look of complete disbelief. Though Bakugou looked a lot more shaken, maybe the revelation that someone was literally his equal had shattered his world view. He was quiet until the arena.

The crowd was roaring, calling out at All Might and cheering.

During the ceremony where All Might was presenting 3rd and 2nd with their prizes, Bakugou subtle leaned over to you and talked quietly.

"I enjoyed our fight y/n," he said.

"So did I, we'd make good training partners," you commented, his eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly.

"Oh yeah, Crispy?" you nodded and he grinned, "Then you have no choice now, we're partners,"

A smile pulled at your lips "I'm fine with that,"