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urlocallesbiabs-reblog-sideblog · 2 years ago

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so, i remember seeing a red dwarf tumblr post about how if you leave your universe, it's almost impossible to go back, because there's trillions upon trillions of them, and every minute decision branches off a new one

so what if our original rimmer spent maybe a few months genuinely being ace and enjoying the hero status, then decided it's too dangerous and scary and tiresome and wanted to go home, and spent the entirety of those nine years (between s7 and s9) looking for his home universe?

and he kept saving people along the way of course, ace duty is ace duty (half of those heroic acts were accidents anyway), but his heart wasn't in it anymore; he's found many a universe where there were still people, where he could theoretically fit in and settle and live as close to a normal life as he could hope for, but he could never stay for long, he longed for *his* home, for lister, *his* lister

and wise people told him "you'll never get there. there are too many universes, and every day that you wake up and make a choice to continue looking for home, that choice creates a new one, setting you back. you're dooming yourself.", and he answered "shut up, you stupid goit, you don't get it! get smegged to hell!"

and i imagine a scene:

it's close to the end of the 9 year gap, kochanski's already gone, lister's Not Doing Well, and it's another monster-of-the-week life-or-death situation aboard the red dwarf, a particularly nasty one: all is shit, end is near, how will our heroes get out of *this one!* this is probably it! this is it! they're all gonna smegging die! and then outta nowhere ace pops out, hair billowing in the air and all, shoots some bullets that bullshitly ricochet and perform miracles, and saves the day

after that he asks to spend the night there, because even heroes need to sleep a bit, and of course he's welcome!!

lister doesn't quite know how to approach the subject, so he goes for subtle bordering on undecipherable: asks how long has it been since this ace got the flame passed on to him? what was it like? ace deflects with a charming non-answer and a fun adventure story, and lister thinks well, that's not him, then. must be a new one. that means that his rimmer passed on the flame, that he... died.

lister doesn't know how to process the idea, so he doesn't.

he tries to stick around and listen to the stories that's gotten kryten (and even cat, a little bit!) enthralled, but quickly grows bored and goes off to wander the ship and entertain himself on his own. at some point few hours later, he notices ace out and about as well, measuring doorways with tape, comparing wall paint with color swatches, counting the rooms and making notes in his little notebook; ace doesn't notice him. kinda sketchy behaviour, lister thinks, but doesn't confront him just yet. who knows, maybe the guy just went a little bit space crazy, maybe he's preparing for some impending disaster; would be rude to accuse him of nothing, wouldn't it?

as lister returns to his quarters in the evening, he sees ace briskily walking out from about the same corridor that lister is headed to, throwing him a shining, but somewhat strained smile; ace is going to the room he's claimed for the night, which is on the officer's deck, literally on the other side of the ship (makes sense to lister that he doesn't share the room with him, since this isn't really his bunkmate. smeg knows him, maybe in his universe he actually was an officer and slept alone, not like lister cares). this feels *really* sketchy, but none of lister's things seem to have been messed with on closer inspection, so he can't really prove shit. he feels kind of paranoid, but also tired, and decides he'll talk to ace in the morning.

lister sleeps badly and fitfully, and wakes up in the middle of the night. he can't fall asleep again, and decides to go and grab a bite; maybe visit krissie in the observatory, watch stars together, have some time for himself.

the lights are on in the drive room. ace is there, talking to– *interrogating* holly and kryten, swiveling on a chair back and forth to face either of them, whisper-barking rapid-fire questions; lister is Alarmed (what is this? mutiny? a hostage situation? a threat?), so naturally he hides and eavesdrops.

ace runs them through a bunch of questions that vary wildly in immediately obvious importance, seemingly nonsensical (what fuel does this ship run on? when did the leak happen? who was assigned to fix it? how many irradiated haggies were in the ship's hold at the moment of disaster? has lister ever passed an officer's exam? on what day and what ship did they find kryten? and so on and so forth), growing more and more agitated and focused, determination so passionate it's almost angry. at last, he takes a deep breath, clenches fists, and says "now, i did notice this ship's crew lacks a usual, i'd say indespensable member, namely one arnold judas rimmer. where, pray tell, did you put the bugger?"

"arnold died in 3,002,386 from a vending machine related incident, arnold," says holly.

ace's face falls, and he laughs like someone died. "ah, of course it's like that, of course. it's always like that. well, good chat, gentlemen, thank you for humoring me." he gets up, even though it obvious his legs are weak.

noticing his distress at the information, kryten hurries to clarify, "it was the second one, though! the first one died a few months before that!"

ace falls back into the chair. "what do you *mean* the second one?!"

"the one my nanobots ressurected!" kryten clarifies with mostly pride, partially guilt.

"what smegging nanobots? what on io has happened here?" ace rimmer has to forcibly hold his horses, pulling a palm down his face. "no, forget it, doesn't matter, not right now. the other one, the first one — how did *he* die?"

"well, physically it was the cadmium 2 leak in 2181" holly helpfully explains. ace rimmer makes a dying groan. "but his hologram form was destroyed by an escaped knight from an AR camelot game."

the man perks up. "was me — well no, not exactly me, but — ugh, was ace rimmer there?.."

they confirm that yes, even though he left soon after. rimmer goes slack in his chair and puts a hand over his eyes. "so this is it?" he whispers. "so many years, and... this is it. i'm here. i can't believe it."

after a minute in weird silence, he gets up and staggers out.

lister's a few paces down the corridor, having been unsettled by the exhange and made the decision to leave.

rimmer calls out to him, loudly, with intense gravitas, "lister!"

"rimmer," he responds, shocked and disbeliving, eyes open.

"lister!" he exclaims urgently, desperately.

"you're my rimmer, aren't ya," lister states a question, incredulous.

"of course i'm yours, you stupid git!" rimmer cries out and lunges at him, crushing him in a hug. "you gimboid, you imbecile, you smeg for brains smeghead," he chatters on, out of breath, cradling him.

"i've missed ya," lister sobs. rimmer doesn’t manage to respond, only hugs him even harder.

(rimmer didn’t want to throw himself at the guy until he'd made sure it's *his* guy, didn't want to make himself vulnerable only to later make a fool of himself; too many times he let himself hope and get drunk on that hope and then had his stupid heart broken by some tiny little thing being off, inviting a flood of other little things, suddenly finding himself in an embrace with a stranger wearing his best friend's face. he just couldn't bear it anymore, not again. he needed to make sure first.)

however, this headcanon poses a problem of reconciling this with late series rimmer claiming to have saved red dwarf from the corrosive virus back then. because if our rimmer only returned during the 9 year gap (closer to end of it), he couldn't have been there at the end of s8, right?

to which i propose this: the alternative ending to "only the young" is canon, and it was nanobot rimmer who saved (or rather tried to save) the day; then he was killed by a rouge vending machine. they couldn't bring him back as a hologram though, because the holo-suite was heavily damaged by the corrosion virus and they didn't have the intricate spare parts needed to fix it. so, his memory disk stayed unused, carefully kept in the hopes of someday fixing the holo-suite (never found a suitable derelict though, not with their shit luck). then our rimmer came along, learned of the entire situation, fixed the suite using details taken from wildfire, and asked holly to merge the info from this disc onto his (because for smeg's sake, it's at least 1 year out of those hellish 9 that he can remember having spent home; he can Not pass it up). the merge was successful, but majorly jittered his vibes (since he remembered two different versions of being 32, and in one of them lister was 8 years older than in the other, and he became aware that in the same year as he was 32 for the second time he also was 40 and in another universe) and gave him lifelong memory issues. he's still happy as a clam about the result, though!

that's why other's disagree when he claims having saved the day back then — he figures that if he has that guy's memories, he *is* that guy, because that's how holograms work, but others want to argue that the alive nanobot rimmer technically wasn't exactly him; you Don't wanna be there for all of the smeg-throwing that occurs during the argument.

it all could be a fake episode (or maybe a fake two-episode special), where the first half's main gag/storyline would be lister slowly growing convinced that ace is actually evil and is in the process of brewing some Sinister Plans, and the second would be about rimmer going peculiar from the merge and randomly glitching between various remembered stages of his life (thinking he's still ace and this is isn't his lister; thinking he's nanobot rimmer and wondering what happened to the crew; a throwback to an early episode or two; thinking he's a fresh hopeful enlist on red dwarf [kinda painful in a hindsight way, but also pathetic and hilarious]; thinking he's a small child [very silly and funny, mostly cute even if a bit weird because that's a grown man's body, also an epic Rimmer Trauma Lore moment as usual]; etc), to the point that lister worries they've smegging broken him and he'll never be alright, only for him to finally cope and appear sane, only to reveal last second that parts of his memory are still kinda jumbled.

i'd call that fake episode:

"H Stands For Home"

and i imagine a scene from the second half:

rimmer sees the destroyed holo-suite (god, i really can't leave you bastards alone even for a day, let alone a decade), and finds the memory disc for the other him (wait, what is this? i clearly remember taking mine with me when i left...), and gets filled in on the whole nanobots, ressurected rimmer, corrosive virus debacle (he needs to sit down.)

naturally, he decides to fix the hologram-projecting hardware (obvious turn of events) and merge the discs' data together (man, what??)

he pops out, promises to be back in a jiffie, and returns from the hangar with a bunch of circut boards, unconneted wires and the likes, immediately getting to work

"whatcha doing?" lister asks, clearly entertained but also genuinely curious

"having a smegging picnic, what does it look like?!"

"...can you fix it, though?"

"i've serviced my own ship for a decade straight, i've prevented all kinds of disasters on dozens of red dwarves, i've saved countless city-states from technological ruin, of course i'm perfectly capable of fixing this ship's holo-suite!" (this very moment, he connects something wrong and gets a shower of sparkles right to his face, which startles him and causes him to bang his head rather hard against an open latch)

when lister's done laughing, he asks "where on smeg did you even get the details? i've meant to patch it up all these years, but just... never could find 'em." (here his voice voice grows distant and sad; he had lost rimmer *twice* in one year, and it was just unfair. it just hurt.)

"good ol' baby racehorse wildfire," rimmer slaps one of the circuit boards with pride; something falls off of it. "presume it got the upgrade sometime since the original ace kicked the bucket; something needs to keep all of us holograms going."

"wait, you tore these from your ship?"

"what, was i supposed to pull them out of my arse?" rimmer is getting annoyed by the pointless conversation

"it's just... how will ya fly it, then?"

"it's still perfectly spaceworthy, i'll let you know!" rimmer preens. "sure, no more having my arse fall asleep after one week straight in the cockpit, hauling vaccine to pluto or some such (would not recommend), but i can still give it a good run as long as my lightbee's got charge! not all that different from our other off-the-ship missions — now what are you, stupid?"

"you won't be able to travel for long," lister clarifies apprehensively. "you won't be able to have your... space smeg adventure. you won't be ace."

rimmer looks up at him like he's crazy. "of course i won't be ace." he gets up, walks weirdly close to lister. "i'm not leaving. what — what did you think this was? that i'd spent all these years looking for you, for this dimension, only to have some tea and smeg right back off?!"

"...i don't know what i thought," lister admits, half-laughing and weirdly upset and relieved.

rimmer gripes him by the shoulders very, very hard. "i'm not leaving. never."

also, he wears his hair in the classic long and free ace style until the proper Reunion, then as soon as he fixes the holo-suite and hookes his projection to red dwarf he asks holly to chop it all off (he wanted to do that immediately after confirming that this is his home universe, but he was still connected to wildfire's holo-hardware and the ship's ai wouldn't let him bc ouughhh houghhh ace but your hair is So Beautiful, i simply Can Not); between the two points, he wore a tight neat ponytail to keep all his golden locks out of his smegging face, and he looked Hot doing it

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and another thought, that isn't directly connected to this imaginary two-episode special, but still has to do with rimmer, lister, and the 9 years gap:

(though i'm not sure if it's canon to my personal headcanonverse [...i'm not even sure i've got a personal headcanonverse here. i love the idea of them getting together in early series when he's still soft-light, or later when he's hard-light and they can touch, or after the reunion, or post-tpl; too many possibilities!] because i feel like it gets rimmer off the hook of his internalized homophobia way too easy, but anyway, just imagine.)

it's rimmer's ace years, and it's not only beautiful young birds throwing themselves at him for his sexy heroics, but beautiful young studs as well; he switches many a dimension, and what happens in a reality stays in that reality, right?; he meets many a lister, some of them openly queer, some of them in a relationship (past or ongoing) with their rimmer; he sleeps the night away with some of them. long story short, 9 years of both excessive human attention and crushing loneliness are ample time to confront one's sexuality. he's still got his hangups though, so in his mind "i am gay" and "lister is my best ever friend whom i miss terribly" don't quite cross together, not immediately.

either way, he finally gets back, they have their happy reunion, and then rimmer learns while he was off adventuring, lister had a wife and a child and loved her deeply and then she died; obviously, lister still needs some space to process all that. rimmer will talk to him about his soul-search some other time (no, he doesn't feel like he'd been replaced, he's not jealous, jeez!). lister just needs some time to move on, yea? and then it'll all be back to how it used to be, just the four of them.

and then s9 happens, and lister is obsessed with getting kochanski back, and rimmer feels as insecure as in s1 but ten times worse — there's the woman who'd been by lister's side for the last decade, there's his wife, there's the love of his life, and there's, well, just some guy. there's rimmer.

he longs desperately to be the most important person in lister's life, but he just isn't, and that's driving him mad. that's what (partially, together with all his lifetime-accumulated trauma) fuels his tpl insistence that nobody aboard red dwarf (read: lister) likes him: he knows lister doesn't love him back, and that is killing him.

#vikarambles #long lost #LONG FUCKING POST #red dwarf #rimster #arnold judas rimmer #dave lister #nick posts red dwarf

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anawinchester02 · 1 year ago

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Brush Yourself Off; An Ana Winchester Story

First chapter of a Sister-Winchester story. Anastasia Winchester, youngest of three, and her life with her dad and brothers.

“Brush yourself off.”

That’s what dad always said. It started at the ripe age of four. Or at least, that’s when I became old enough to understand it. See, being a Winchester didn’t come with the hugs and kisses that normally came from a good dad. Not that my dad wasn’t a good one, he did the best that he could, all things considered. Truthfully, my brothers did most of the work raising me, with some help from uncle Bobby when dad was out of town.

I still remember the first encounter with something sinister. Something otherworldly. Something dad had been fighting for years. I remember the first wendigo I ever laid my eyes on. I was four. Dad told me to stay in the car like always. I tried to listen, I really did. Until I heard my brother, Dean, calling out for help. Dean was my best friend, not just my oldest brother. So naturally, as any logical four year old would, I threw open the car door and raced toward the call as quickly as my little legs could carry me. I was too late to save Dean from a gnarly gash on his leg, but not too late for the wendigo to spot me, and slash it’s nasty claws against my side, slamming me onto the ground and onto my back, screaming for help just like Dean.

Unsurprisingly, when dad finally made it to us and took care of the beast, he was not happy. I was fine, aside from the scrapes and bruises and a few wounds that probably should’ve been taken care of, but my ego was being quickly beaten down as dad yelled at Dean and I the whole ride back to the motel. “NEVER disobey me like that again.”, “that was a direct order.”, “you could have been killed!”, “how could you be so stupid?”, he screamed.

When he finally got bored of yelling, or just had nothing left to say, I turned to Sammy in the back seat, my hand still pressed firmly against my aching side, and quietly told him, “It hurts, Sammy…” Sam shushed me and wrapped an arm around me just before dad barked out, “Brush yourself off. You have to toughen up if you want to keep coming on the road with us. If I say you’re fine, you’re fine. Understand?”. “Yes sir.” I muttered sheepishly, tucking my head into Sammy’s arm.

It was one of the many times that I would be harshly told, “brush yourself off.”. I took it to heart. I became the perfect little soldier, just like Dean. I grew up sturdy, tough, and independant. I was Dean's little mini-me, dad's perfect little girl. Even when Sam went off to college, Dean and I stayed. I dropped out of school promptly after Sam left, and the three of us were the dream team.

I never asked for help, I never showed my pain. I lived by my dad's words, "brush yourself off.". He would say it after every hunt. Until he wasn't there.

Dean and I didn't start to worry until two weeks went by, and we still hadn't heard from him. Dean was quietly worried, I was more aggressive with my worry. I was more angry. How could the man who constantly told me to brush it off, not brush it off himself? He was my hero. How dare he disappear like that.

Dean and I were staying in different rooms the night I broke.

We rarely did, but I finally convinced Dean that as a teenage girl, I needed my own space sometimes, and as a Winchester, I would be fine on my own. In Dean's defense, he wasn't worried about me because he thought I couldn't handle myself, he was worried because he noticed how not okay I'd been since dad had left. He knew I was tough, but he raised me, he was the only one who was truly there for me through every scraped knee and werewolf scratch. Nothing got passed him when it came to me. I was his little girl. He noticed the way I responded to Sam leaving, he saw how it made me sloppier on hunts. Almost like I just stopped caring about what happened to me. He watched me shut down, but he knew I was too prideful to ever say anything.

That night was the night I just couldn't do it anymore. It had just been festering inside my head. Every victim I couldn't save, every friend I had lost. Every fight I had with dad where he said I would never amount to be as good as my brothers. Every little thing, every insult, every bruise, every monster, everytime I brushed myself off. I was sitting on my motel bed, just covered in dirt and blood from the hunt that evening, and I just couldn't bring myself to get up. This never happens to me. I'm always the strong one. That day, I felt about as helpless as I did as a little girl faced with a wendigo for the first time.

The clock on the wall just kept ticking, like it was taunting me for being so helpless. I had to do something. I felt paralyzed. I needed... help. But truthfully, I didn't even know if I was allowed to ask for help. I never had before.

With all the energy I could muster, I crept off the bed and to the door. It wasn't that late yet, and Dean hardly slept anyway, so I knew he'd still be up. If getting off the bed had been hard, lifting my hand to knock on his door was harder than fighting a goule.

He answered as quick as he always did, and his confused look on his face was the worst of everything, because I knew he would never expect this from me.

"You're a mess, kid." he said softly. I just stared at his feet, unsure of what to actually say. "Hey," he tried, "are you okay?" he asked, reaching a hand out nervously before withdrawing it, as if I would break at the touch. Holding back the same tear that had been threatening to fall for years, I managed to choke out the only thing I could think to say.

"I think I need you to brush me off..."

Just like that, everything the two of us had been taught to do went right out the window. Dean's hand finally made contact with my shoulder and he tentatively pulled me into the room and into his arms. He held the back of my head and tucked his chin onto the top of my head. I wanted to cry, but those pesky Winchester genes were still holding onto every unshed tear. So I just closed my eyes and tried to ground myself instead. "We'll get you cleaned up, kid, don't worry about a thing."

All I could do in response was let myself drop further into his arms, and he held up my weight without complaint, starting to walk me towards the motel bathroom.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, feeling the deepest guilt for not being as strong as my brothers yet again. "Not a thing to be sorry for, kiddo.", he answered, "we all break every once in a while." "You don't." I spat back as he lowered me onto the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. "Oh I wish that was true, kid, but we all do, even dad." he answered again.

I just looked at him like he had two heads. "I'm not a kid, and you're lying.". He just chuckled and wet a rag to start rinsing dirt and grime off my arms. "Why are you being so nice? You should be mad at me." I asked, wincing just slightly as the rag went over some raw skin that I hadn't noticed before. "It's what I'm here for, you know that, sister. There's a reason you came to me. Obviously, you knew that you could." I didn't respond. I didn't even acknowledge that I heard him. He was right, but I didn't know how to admit it. He was always the one there, silently patching me and Sam up. He had been brushing me off for years, but neither of us were allowed to acknowledge it. He was nursing my fevers and helping me walk since before I could remember. It stayed quiet for some time. Dean didn't ask anything of me, he washed my hair, he got all the blood off of me, and even tried drying my hair with the shitty motel hairdryer. When I was all cleaned up, he grabbed one of his less worn shirts and helped me slip it on. Once I was finally sat on the bed, he sat next to me and sighed.

"Alright, kid." he started, before I cut him off. "I'm not a kid." I demanded. He chuckled again in a way that made me feel so small. "baby, you will always be a kid to me." he said, I huffed, and he continued quickly, "not because I don't respect and admire the incredible adult you're becoming, but because you will always be my kid sister for as long as I'm alive. Just like Sam will always be my kid brother, wherever he is. I raised you two."

At the mention of Sam I visibly stiffened, Dean blinked down at me.

"Oh, hey," he softened his voice, "Is that what's got you so upset?" he pried. "I really don't want to talk about Sam right now." He nodded. "I know.", and he didn't press it. "But I have a feeling you didn't come to me for help just because you were caked in blood. I've seen you looking a lot worse and a lot happier." I wasn't sure how to answer him. He was right again, I was usually so much stronger than this. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I finally chirped out. "There's a lot wrong with us, kid. That's what makes us Winchesters." I just barely cracked a smile. "I know, that's the problem, De. I'm not good enough to hold that name." He cocked his head and put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "I know you won't believe me, but you are more of a Winchester than any of us combined. You are strong, and you have put up with so much for so long." I just lowered my head and stayed quiet. "Hey," he shook my shoulder, "what's going on inside that head of yours?" "I don't know.". I didn't know. He just nodded. "That's okay, we'll figure it out.", and it fell into silence again.

"How do you do it, De?" I finally piped up. "Do what?" "Brush yourself off." He tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Same way you always do," "Don't lie to me again, Dean. How do you KEEP doing it." He sighed. "I had no other choice, kid." he answered bluntly. I didn't answer, hoping he would continue. "Someone had to be there for you and Sammy." he continued. "And what about you?" I asked, guilt settling in the pit of my stomach. He smiled down at me. "You were there for me too, pipsqueak. If I didn't have you, I would have broken a long ass time ago. That's why I gotta keep your annoying ass around." I cracked a smile. "There she is," he quipped at the sight of my smile. "Is that why you can't sleep when we don't share a room?" I asked him. "Hey! Share a back seat with someone long enough and unfortunately you get used to their presence!" he smiled back at me, defensively. "You never shared the back seat with me!" I argued, "It was always Sam and I in the back!" "You clearly have some memory loss, kid. Must've gotten knocked in the head one too many times." he joked. "Bullshit!" I scolded and smacked his shoulder. "You always sit up front with dad!" "And you're always wrong!" he fought back, "when you were little you used to refuse to sleep next to anyone else! You would cry until I would crawl into the backseat with you. Even dad couldn't get you to bed without me." I didn't want to believe him, but I had to admit that it made sense. I always had trouble when dad and Dean went out on hunts together and I stayed with Bobby. Even now that I fought for my own room, I never really slept when I couldn't hear Dean on the other side of the wall cleaning his guns. "Well that wasn't my decision, I was a baby, it doesn't count." "You're still a baby." he shot back. "Am not!" he nudged my shoulder and I nudged him back. "How you feeling?" he asked suddenly. I shrugged. "I don't know.", I said again. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked. I was quiet. "I don't know." I said once more. "Do you need anything from me?" I was about to say no, but he interrupted. "Don't give me the Winchester answer. Give me the baby sister answer, please. I don't need you hiding from me the way Sam always did." "I said I didn't want to talk about Sam." I said harshly. "I know.. sorry. Is there anything you need from me?" He repeated. I had to take a second to think. I never really knew what I needed. The hunter side of my brain knew that I wasn't allowed to think of my owns needs, only the needs of the civilians. "I'm tired.". It was all I could think to say. "and I'm worried about dad." I added. "Don't worry about dad, he's always okay." "I know." I said. "I-..." I paused to take in a deep breath, not sure if I was allowed to say this. This whole feelings thing was new to me. "I miss dad." I blurted out.

This was such uncharted territory for me and I half expected to get smacked in the back of the head by dad just for saying it. That's when it all suddenly dawned on me. I've been with dad for so long, that he had taken away the one thing from me that made me human. I was afraid to feel. The tears welled up in my eyes before I could register what was happening. I wiped desperately at my eyes, hoping I could somehow hide it from Dean.

"Hey hey hey!" he cooed, as if I was truly a baby again. "You're okay!" he stressed as all Hell broke loose in my emotions. "I know, I know, you're okay, I've got you." he pulled me in closer and tried to help me wipe away my tears.

I was panicking. This had never happened to me before, and if Dean was being completely honest, he was panicking too. He couldn't remember the last time I cried. Even when I was badly hurt on hunts I hardly let a tear fall.

"I-.." he started. "I miss him too." he lied. He truthfully couldn't say that he missed him, more like he was scared. Scared of what could possibly keep dad from contacting us both. He never went more than a week without reaching out somehow. All Dean knew was that he had to take care of you. He had to take care of dad's little girl. That was always his job, before anything else.

"No!" I shouted through broken sobs. I shoved Dean away and stood from the bed, backing away quickly. Dean raised his hands in a surrendering motion and stood up. "This isn't right!" I screamed. "I don't know why I feel this way! I should feel happy he's gone! I should feel RELIEF! Why do I miss him?! He's the reason I'm like this! He's the reason I'm broken! He broke me!". I was an absolute mess. Dean never saw me like this, not once, and he was scared.

"I know, I know, kid. Please. Come here." He took a slow short step toward me, "Please. We can figure this out together. You don't have to be scared. He's not here, he can't hurt you or get mad at you. It's just you and me, kid.". He spoke to me like I could break at any moment. Like I was made of glass. I felt like I was. "Dean I-..." I didn't know what I needed. "I'm..." I tried to breathe through a sob. "I'm tired." I finally choked out pathetically, defeated.

He looked at me like I was breaking his heart. He took another step toward me and opened his arms slightly. "C'mon then, kid. Let me brush you off, please."

I all but collapsed in his arms again, my sobs now falling into his chest. "I miss him..." I choked out one more time. "I know. We'll find him." "No-..." I connected, "Not dad..."

Dean took a breath and shut his eyes, tilting his chin up off my head for just a moment. "I know." he whispered. "I miss him too." I tried to catch my breath. "I don't understand how he could leave us... He knows how dad is. He left us here with him." Every word out of my mouth shocked me to my core. Never in my life had I said a single word against my father. Dean didn't know how to answer me this time. He had his own trauma with dad, and even though I was breaking, he never could. Dad was still a saint in his eyes, but he also couldn't argue with me. Not when I was so broken up. "You wouldn't have left even if he had tried to take you with him." I nodded and cried. "Then he should have stayed..." I explained. Dean brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I can't speak for Sam, pipsqueak. But I can promise you that I will never leave you. Under absolutely no circumstances are you ever getting rid of me." he pulled my head up at the end of his sentence and looked in my eyes. I just nodded and tried to hold more tears at bay. "Do you hear me, kid?" he asked. "I hear you, De." "Good. And you better not ever forget it." he kissed my forehead and then held my head to his chest again. I soaked in the scent of motor oil and gunpowder and tried to find my breath again.

"Hey kid?" Dean asked. "Yeah?" "Since-.." he paused. "Since when do you call me 'De' again? You haven't called me that since you were a kid."

I froze. I hadn't even registered that I had said it. "Well..." I tried to think up an excuse to not seem vulnerable. "I'll... I'll always be a kid to you, right? You just said that." He smiled over me. "Yeah. Yeah, kid, you're right." He held me a little tighter. "Hey Dean?" I asked. "Yeah, kid?" he sounded so soft. "Can I stay with you tonight?" I asked shyly. He shifted slightly. "After all that fuss about having your own room?" he teased. "Please?" I looked up at him with red rimmed eyes and for just a moment he could've sworn I was four again in the back of the impala. "Yeah, yeah of course you can, pipsqueak. Anytime you need to." He let go of me and I climbed into the bed. He sat atop the covers near me and turned on the shitty motel TV. Scooby-doo was playing, and I finally felt at home.

"Dean?" I asked much later, and my eyes began to get heavy. "Yeah?" he responded, still very much wide awake. "Are we gonna find dad?" I asked. "Yeah, baby, we are." he told me, confident. I paused. "And what if he's not okay?" I continued. "We'll do what he taught us to do." he said firmly, taking his eyes away from the TV and looking at me finally. I looked at him confused.

"We'll brushed him off too."

#winchester #spn #supernatural #supernatural fandom #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural original story #ana winchester #anastasia winchester #dean winchester #sister winchester #daughter winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #SPN fanfic #SPN OC

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gothroughthelookingglass · 1 year ago

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Making it it's own post!

@ayoharuko Thank you for saving my life with your reblog!

Y'know, I really didn't like school festivals. Partially because all the ones I've attended so far had an Overblot occur, but they were also just boring in general. Especially those end of the year ones. Like the one I was attending at that very moment.

The whole island was jazzed up for the joint school festival, and I was just sitting on the bench in the square doodling.

"Oi, prefect!" I looked up from my notebook, flower doodles littering the otherwise blank page, to see Ace and Deuce walking towards me. When I saw the large book in the formers hand, I raised a brow.

"What's that?" I asked, closing my notebook and setting it down. One of Grim's ears twitched as the pair came and sat on the bench on either side of me, and he moved to Deuces lap when Ace passed me the book.

"It's the sage island yearbook." Deuce explained simply. "This is your copy, Ace and I already signed it." I hummed with a smile, opening the book.

I was a part of that years yearbook committee as a photographer because of the ghost camera Crowley gave me. Most, if not all, the pictures of NRC and its students were taken by me, and I got some good ones at RSA as well, there was this end of year dance thing being hosted there and a bunch of NRC students went.

"Oh awesome, thanks for bringing it over." I expected that to be the end of it, but both Ace and Deuce had a little grimace on their faces. I sighed "Okay, what happened?"

"You should see for yourself." Ace stated gravely, flipping to the student hall of fame pages.

All the students and staff in both schools could vote for random things like 'most introverted' or 'teachers pet' or 'most likely to commit a crime and get away with it'(My Idea) stuff like that.

I quickly understood why Ace and Deuce were acting so...odd. one of the categories was 'Most Beautiful' and instead of one of the two Actors you'd expect to see. My name and picture were there.

It was a good picture, thankfully.

"Oh, that's what happened." I said plainly, a little in shock. "Have either of them even..."

"Vil Senpai hasn't gotten one yet. I'm not sure about Neige." Deuce said confidently. I waved my hand at the mention of Neige.

"That's fine, Neige isn't who I'm worried about." I hummed nonchalantly, looking at the other people in the hall of fame pages. Iida got 'most introverted', some RSA student got 'teachers pet', and Epel got 'Most likely to commit a Crime and get away with it' which made me laugh a bit.

He could, and would, pull that off. Depending on the crime anyway.

"Hey you know what this means?" Ace perked up, a grin on his face. "This means that a majority of students and staff in both schools think that you're prettier than both Neige and Vil!"

"Yeah, I noticed." I sighed out. "And I do not want that, Vil gets homicidal when he's jealous."

"Ah, Prefect." I froze, looking up to see Vil approaching, yearbook and a cloth pencil case in arm. "Just who I was hoping to see."

"Hi Vil Senpai." I greeted calmly, closing my yearbook and standing up, putting my yearbook on top of my doodle book after it had fallen from where I wedged it. "Something I can do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could sign my yearbook." He mused, holding it and the bag out to me casually. "I have plenty of to choose from."

Taking the two items from him, I opened the bag to see a variety of different colours and styles of pens.

"Only if you sign mine." I smiled, picking up the, admittedly heavy, book with my free hand and passing it to him. He took it with a smirk.

Luckily, there was a table nearby that we could put the books on to sign them better. I picked out a sparkly purple gel pen and jotted down a little note. I didn't want to take up too much space, since there were probably a lot of people wanting to sign his.

"Just because you're the Villian of someone else's story, doesn't mean you can't be the Hero of others."

Signing my name with a little flourish at the end, I closed Vils yearbook, and we swapped them back once he was done with mine.

And of course, this is when Neige popped by with his own yearbook, asking both Vil and I to sign it. Vil begrudgingly agreed, but handed it to me first. I took the book and switched my purple out for red.

"Be the Hero for whoever you can, even if that means stepping out of the spotlight."

By the time I had finished writing my little note and singing my name, I found that my yearbook was being passed around by my other NRC friends, everyone wanting to sign it. Ace, Deuce, and Grim had wondered off somewhere, probably a food stall.

"Say, Prefect." Vil started out, holding his yearbook under his arms while everyone was using his pens for my book. "What are you going to do now that the year is over?

"I... don't know, honestly." I answered plainly. "I'm not sure if Crowley would be willing to let me stay over the summer. Especially not since Grim has to go to that rehabilitation centre for the summer break after...well, you remember."

Judging by the face Vil made, he did indeed remember.

"Oh well, we can't have that!" Neige piped up, claping his hands together cutely. "You can stay with me for the summer!

"Um, Absolutely Not." I sighed at Vils immediate interjection. "The Prefect barely even knows you. They'll stay with me."

"And be stuck on their own? I respect you, Vil Senpai, but you're always working. If they come with me, they'll at least get to have some fun!" Neige countered, grinning. "Honestly Senpai, you need to learn how to take a vacation."

I sat back down on the bench, grabbing my notebook and flipping it to a clean page as the two Actors got lost in their 'my horse is bigger than your horse' like bickering. I pulled my pencil out from behind my ear and leaned back with a small smile.

"Oh geez, what's goin on here?" Epel walked over to me, my yearbook in hand, and sat down next to me.

"Oh, they both invited me to stay and their place for the summer and now they're arguing." I explained simply. Epel let out an amused chuckle and leaned back, my yearbook resting in his lap.

"Hey if you don't wanna deal with either of em you can always spend the summer with me. MeeMaw would loveta see you again." I giggled and nodded at Epels suggestion, it had been a long while since I spent a summer of a farm. "How long do you think they're gonna go at it for?"

"Who knows at this point."

The answer: Long enough for me to sketch them, steal a black inking pen from Vils bag to ink that with, and for me to go buy quality art pencils from a booth an RSA student set up And colour it.

#Mira Made A Thing #twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #neige leblanche #Haruko dear you saved me

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xexiar · 1 year ago

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Keep Watching: 16

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Chapter 16

Once we got to the USJ, I was bored out of my mind as 18 talked about his quirk. Something about how dangerous a quirk could be and why it’s important to learn how to control our quirks. Things I heard over and over growing up. But it was then that I noticed that All Might wasn’t around. Wasn’t he supposed to join us for this class?

It was when sensei went about explaining how the USJ worked, is when we all saw how a black dot started to grow near the middle of the crossway. As we all watch this dot grow into a black wall, it’s then people start to walk out of it. What in the world was happening? While the teachers tried to stand in between us and the new group, we overheard how these villains were after All Might. “Well, you all will make a great welcoming gift for when he comes to save you.”

I still was in disbelief that black smoke had somehow brought me to a place that was surrounded by rubble and debris. Which only could mean that smoke had sent us to the Collapsed Zone of the USJ. Why did it send me here? At that, I noticed some villains were just out of the building I was currently in. What should I do? What can I do? But that’s when I noticed shitty hair was also in the same building as me.

Shitty hair moved closer to me, and we leaned against the wall. I tried my best to look out the window without getting noticed. “So, what are we going to do about these guys? How did they even get in here?”

“Shh.” Shitty hair quickly covered his mouth, and sat back down. I tried to keep to a whisper. “My guess is that smoke guy can teleport people and things. Not only that, I saw how he had what I assume was metal plating. If we could somehow get to him, we could put an end to this.” Shitty nodded his head. “How good of a fighter are you?”

“I like to think I’m pretty good.”

I looked behind me before getting up and jumping out the window. As we took out one after another, I was disappointed. Here I thought villains were supposed to put up more of a fight. But this was pathetic. Deku would have been able to give me a challenge long before we even entered UA. “Wow, Bakugo. You’re so strong.”

I tossed one of the villains to the side after knocking him out. “These guys are just too weak.” While keeping on the move, I was somewhat impressed that shitty hair was able to keep up. Or could it be that I was trying to keep up my strength for the real fight?

Even though those villains somehow got away, I couldn’t stop staring at where All Might was standing. Something about it just seemed off as smoke surrounded his body. It didn’t help with how Deku lay there and spoke with All Might. And when shitty hair tried to go help, he was stopped by a wall of cement. None of this made any sense.

On the trip back to the school, I couldn’t help but notice that Deku nor the other teachers were with us. Most likely, they went to Recovery Girl. While on the bus, shitty hair kept trying to talk to me. But I couldn’t hear him as my thoughts wandered about All Might’s fight. So, is that really the strength a pro hero has?

Compared to the weaklings I had faced, that big guy was no joke. And to see All Might in action firsthand was a sight. But why does it all feel off? It doesn’t help that I completely spaced out when the police were questioning us.

Once we got back to school, we grabbed our belongings and were told to go home. Even explained that we had the next day off. Taking one more look around the class, Deku was still missing. As I walked out of the class, I had second thoughts to go see if he was in the nurse's office. But something tells me I shouldn’t check. Why am I so worried about that damn nerd?

When I got home, I was not surprised that it was empty. Making my way to my room, I recalled that I had my hero suit with me. Maybe I could make a few adjustments since I have it. Or at least take some notes so I can request some changes. Either way, I went to my room to drop off my book bag. With that, I grabbed my suit and made my way to our basement gym.

Since the entrance exam, I have given myself a break from being here. But after today’s fight, maybe I should start again. Before putting on my suit, I decided to run a few drills. I turned off the air conditioner and started to do a few pushups to build up a sweat. As I did so, I thought more about my fight with Deku. Since I’m at it, I should also try to switch up my fighting style. Then again, why should I? All because that nerd got lucky.

After pushups, I turned back on the air conditioner and started my basic drills. From shooting out basic blasts to seeing how long I could keep myself from touching the floor. As much as I hated these drills, my first coach made it clear about mastering the basics. Now that I was able to keep a steady thrust to have me moving from one side of the gym to the other, I tried adding onto it.

The moment I raised my right arm to shoot forward, I lost my balance. “Damn it.” It was still difficult to keep the same level of blast from one hand to the other. After what happened on that one mountain climbing trip, my left side had never been the same. I just hope it wasn’t noticeable.

After a few more tries of using my left hand to keep me up, I decided to call it for the day. I still need both my arms to keep me airborne. Especially with how my right arm produces a stronger blast. Maybe I should practice smaller attacks with my left. With that said, I looked over to the suitcase that held my hero costume.

Maybe I could produce the same level of blast as a full tank by transferring sweat from my left hand to my right. With that idea in mind, I grabbed everything and went to the roof. I continued practicing and trying new ideas until the old hag came home. When I saw her, a different fight started altogether.

…

I was still in shock that All Might knew a detective. But after we all talked and I was allowed to leave, I wondered what I was going to do. Besides feeling horrible that All Might had to push himself during that villain attack. But how did they know he was going to be there? Not to mention how powerful that one guy was. As these thoughts raced through my head, I tried my best to make my way to the station.

That’s when a car began to pull beside me. “Hey, kid.” I watched as the car’s window, which was on my side, came down all the way. I then saw it was that detective again. “Do you need a ride home?” Even though I just met him, do I trust him? He’s part of law enforcement, I should trust him. But I quickly shook my head and continued walking. That’s when I couldn’t help but notice that the car slowly followed me. “You sure, kid? You took a beating.”

I tried to smile as I looked at him. “I’m sure, detective. Thank you for the offer.” With that, I watched as he rolled up his windows and drove off. I then pulled out my foldable skateboard and rode the rest of the way to the station. Once I got home, I saw how mom was in the kitchen. When she saw me, she opened her mouth as if to speak but quickly closed it. She then went back to cooking.

As I ate dinner, I couldn’t help but notice that mom kept away from looking at me. That was until she took a second serving of rice. “The school called.” I watched as tears started to build at the corners of her eyes. “So, your class fought against villains?” I just nodded as I tried to stomach my meal. Somehow, I wasn’t able to taste anything. In fact, the urge to vomit was strong, but I tried to keep food down. “Is this going to happen offend?”

“I’m not sure.” With that, her tears finally ran down her face. What am I supposed to say to calm her down? Is there anything I could say? “We at least have All Might to keep us safe. In fact, all the teachers are amazing heroes. So, there’s nothing to worry about.”

But instead of making her smile, mom cried even harder. “From what the reports states, those villains were after All Might. So how would you be safe if you’re in a school that has someone villains are targeting? At that, they already attacked once. Who’s to say they won’t keep trying? That school isn’t safe for my baby.” Damn it. Just as I was about to say something, I watched as mom pulled out her phone. “I’m getting you out of there.”

Without thinking or realizing it, I had taken the phone away from her. “You can’t do that. I finally got into the school of my dreams. You’re not taking this away from me.”

Mom tried to get her phone back, but I didn’t let her. “As your mother, I can’t allow you to be in danger!”

Hearing those words brought back that tight pain in my chest. “Oh yeah! Then where were you when my 3rd grade teacher kicked me? Where were you when I got jumped in 4th grade and was sent to the hospital for a broken rib?” The look she gave me just made me angrier. “You want to know who came to check if I was ok? Nobody! So, shut up about being a mom!” I then threw my mom’s phone, and it broke when it came in contact with the kitchen wall. “You were never there! So why are you even trying now?”

As I locked my door, I couldn’t stop screaming. Even when no sound came out, the pain just kept growing. How am I supposed to feel? I finally got into UA, and she wanted to take me out all because of a few injuries. What does a few broken bones have to do with anything? These are nothing compared to the years of being beaten by everyone.

The only thing I could feel was the burning sensation of tears running down my face. It was hard to breathe as I just stood there. My shoulders felt so heavy as my chest ached. What am I supposed to do? “FUCK!” I suddenly fell to my knees as I tried to hold myself.

When I finally stopped shaking and was able to breathe, I sat on my bed. I looked at my All Might figures, and thoughts about throwing everything out crossed my mind. What was the point? It just wasn’t worth it. As I started to get up, I happened to spot this one All Might figure. It was the figure Kacchan gave me after we became friends. I couldn’t help but smile as the memory of that day ran in my head.

After we came back from the park, Kacchan gave me this figure. I was so happy how we had matching figures. And when I got home, mom had thrown it in the trash. Tears began to fall as I recalled digging in the trash can to get my gift back. It was the first time she told me to stop bringing junk home.

Wiping away my tears, I held the figure close to my chest. “Kacchan.” With a deep breath, I somehow was able to relax. I then placed the All Might figure back down. After another few more deep breaths, I walked out of my room and spotted mom in the hallway. It was then I noticed that there was something in her hand. As I tried to see what it was, I was surprised to see it was electronic parts. “What happened, mom?”

She looked up at me and had tears running down her face. “You threw my phone at the wall. Are you ok, baby?”

“I did what?” Why would I ever do something like that? “Are you ok, mom? I’m so sorry.” I felt my own tears making themselves known. “Did I hurt her you?” She shook her head.

“Are you sure you want to stay at UA?” I nodded my head. Why did she ask that? “Can you promise me that you’ll take better care of yourself?”

“Of course, mom. Why wouldn’t I?”

#bkdk #fanfic #mha #izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x deku #bnha bkdk #bkdk fanfic

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jaozendry · 2 years ago

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"You're better off without me."

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Warnings: trauma, death, unhappy ending

Summary: You have been victim of Doctor Strange's memory erasing spell as well; you have no idea who Peter Parker is. In another life, he was your loving boyfriend, but now, he is nothing more than a forgotten memory. You are still the biggest Spider-Man fan, even after the spell, but the friendly neighbourhood crime fighter doesn't pull his punches as much anymore. You welcome a new student at Midtown High School and he's strange: he knows almost every single thing about you. The two of you get closer and closer over the course of a few days when one night, a mysterious figure is knocking at your window.

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You're the biggest Spider-Man fan; well, you were. After the destruction of the new and improved Statue of Liberty, you notice the crime fighting "hero" doesn't hold back as much anymore. You are aware of what he is capable of: superhuman strength, wall climbing, web shooting, Spidey-Sense, etc., but the petty criminals he fought would just end up with a few bruises and walk it off after being arrested. Lately, they ended up with severe injuries, such a broken bones and ended up in a hospital for a few days, even weeks. The whole world watches as the fallen hero crawls more and more towards the darker side. This isn't the same friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man you knew.

Other than that, life for you has been pretty boring lately. Same school, same friends, same teachers, same routine, except for one thing; a new student is now attending Midtown High School: Peter Parker. You've never seen him before and you're kind of weirded out by his presence; he showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the school year. Nevertheless, you decide to welcome him.

"Hey, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, welcome to Midtown High School!" you say as you reach in to shake his hand. He reaches back nervously. You can feel his anxiousness through the hand shake that went on for a few seconds. "I'm uh... Peter Parker." he says softly.

"Hi Peter! Do you want me to show you around the school? you ask with a gentle smile. "Nah, uh, I'm good. I already know a little around the place."

"Uh, sure thing. Shall we go to class, then?" you reply. He nods in approval as you both head to the science class.

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The principal asked you to accompany Peter as he adapts to this new school, even though he's seemingly already used to the place. Since you're his guide, the two of you got very close during the last few days. To your surprise, he seems to know everything about you: your likes, your dislikes, your talents, your weaknesses, etc. He even got you this nice necklace you've been dying for over the course of the last weeks, but couldn't afford. He seems really nice, but you can't help but feel something is wrong. This new student seems to know... every single thing about you, it's like he already knew you before getting into Midtown High School.

All of those paranoid thoughts keep you up tonight. You have no idea why, but you can't sleep on this snowy night, when all of the sudden, you hear knocking from your window. As you remove the curtain, you see none other than Spider-Man himself, hanging from a web, still knocking on your window. You move back quickly without skipping a beat while he removes his mask before you: you recognize Peter's beautiful face. You've been gaslighting yourself into believing you didn't have a crush on him until this very moment. You open the window as the vigilante crawls inside your room.

"Peter, what the hell are you doing here?! You can't be here, especially not as goddamn Spider-Man! I didn't even know! " you prattle on, furious and confused. "Look, Y/N, I know it's a horrible idea to come here as, you know, a human spider, but I needed you to know everything." You're slowly tilting your head, confused as ever, thinking this is a fever dream. "Then, what is this about?" you ask, giving up. He sighs his soul out. "I know this sounds... crazy, but everything I'm saying is true, I promise." he tells you, trying to calm you down. "Crazier than you being Spider-Man?" you lash out. "Yes, crazier." he says, telling you to quiet down with his nonverbal.

"Ugh, where do I start?" he asks himself out loud, his eyes welling up. "I had to make a huge sacrifice to save the world; no, the multiverse from threats from all universes. I even lost my aunt to one of them and I realized that... some people can't be forgiven." he explains, his voice breaking. "And that led you to go after petty criminals? I watch the news, Peter Benjamin Parker. I know what you did to some of them-" He cuts you off abruptly, feeling guilty. "I couldn't control myself, Y/N! I lost everyone I loved, you included!" he lashes out as he breaks into tears. You grab his hands and ask him what happened softly. He explains the situation as he slowly calms down: "Doctor Strange cast a spell that made everyone in the world forget who I am; everyone in the entire multiverse who knew I was Spider-Man was going to enter this world, and I tell you, there was an entire army, each of them as dangerous as Green Goblin. I had no choice, I asked Doctor Strange to make everyone forget who I am, even you." he explains while trying to not scream.

You can clearly see the honesty in his eyes; also the pain and suffering. "Then, what were we to each other? Before the spell?" you ask, holding his face softly. "You were everything I ever wanted, Y/N Y/L/N, you were my reason to live and my reason to continue as Spider-Man. You were everything to me. I loved you and I still do." he says with tears in his eyes, gently grabbing your shoulder. "But I can't stay here. I need to leave. All of my loved ones get into trouble when it comes to the superhero stuff, and you can't get involved in that, not again. You're better off without me." Upset but also understanding, you reach in to kiss him and he engages back. The two of you go on for a few seconds until he breaks free and wipes the tears away from your eyes. "I don't want this either, Y/N, but it's what's best for you." he says, his voice breaking.

You hold his hand softly as he leaves for the window once again. He crawls out and hands you a bracelet from the roof. "You gave it to me as a gift before the spell. Maybe it'll help you remember." he tells you with a forced smile. As he swings away, you inspect the bracelet.

"I don't remember... I want to, but... I don't remember him..."

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parkersbliss · 2 years ago

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Since you did sooo awesome on my request, I loved it!!

I would like to request another Five one-shot where he is yandere and he wants to keep the reader chan safe in his own creepy and psycho way like he kidnaps her and keeps her house in the academy.

He also refers to the reader as a marshmallow since she is a bit on the chubby side and any affection from her gives him a sense of comfort as well she's the only one his will bends for.

thank you so much!! here you go:

Superhero | F. Hargreeves

pairing: yandere!five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc; just under 1k

warnings: kidnapping, gaslighting, violence

synopsis: five just wants to keep you safe, no matter what it takes

requests: CLOSED

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Five’s room really had no personality.

That’s all you could think about as you sat on his bed staring blankly at the wall. It was a boring routine, really. But what else could you do?

Leave?

Ridiculous.

Although all the staring did give you time to think… think about how wrong it went so quickly.

Of course, you knew the boy next door. You’d practically grown up with him. Your mother used to tease you were inseparable from a very young age.

Despite that, you never really did see each other. You couldn’t understand why then. It wasn’t like Reginald advertised super babies when they were growing up. In fact, Five to you was purely ordinary.

There was nothing magical about it.

You soon learned otherwise.

“How come I never see you anymore?” You asked, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Five sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just busy.”

“Busy with what?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

You tilt your head at him. “Of course, I would.”

“My dad,” Five started. “He’s training us to be… I don’t know superheroes?”

“You’re going to superhero academy?”

Five chuckles at that. “I wish, but I guess in a way, yeah.”

“That’s really cool, Five.”

“Thanks, marshmallow.”

You stopped asking why he was busy after that. Besides, he was showcased on TV only a few days later after stopping a bank robbery. You were really happy for him, but some part of you still ached for him.

He was never around after that.

And soon, he disappeared entirely. You didn’t know why because you’d stopped talking at that point, and none of the other Hargreeves thought to say anything. You just thought he’d forgotten about you and that your friendship ended.

He was busy being a hero anyway.

You’d come to terms with that. Moving on with life, or so you thought. Things happened, accidents happened, and The Umbrella Academy soon fell apart. You didn’t take notice, having no interest in the people next door. After all, it was their fault you got stuck in your teenage body after some freak accident when they were trying to save the world. Or so they claimed.

It didn’t matter. You moved on, grew up as much as you could, and forgot about everything until the boy showed up on your doorstep.

When Five first returned, you were beyond thrilled. You were also very confused as to why he was also the same age as when you left, but you let it slide. You were just happy to see him again and happy that he hadn’t forgotten about you.

Five claimed it was the exact opposite. He had hugged you close, sighing when you squeezed him back. He promised to protect you from what was coming.

You pulled back, confused. “What’s happening?”

He just shushes you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Five—,” You started, but then his hands were on your throat. You gasped, placing your own over them and trying to pull away.

“You’re going to be okay,” He said.

You continued to fight him, dark spots in the corner of your vision. You kicked and flailed, your lungs burning, and then you were gone.

And now you were here.

Your hands gently touch the bruises on your throat, having faded slightly since. When you came around, Five had apologized numerous times, kissing them. You weren’t even sure how to react, so you just accepted his touch.

He was your best friend, right? After all, he did say he was trying to protect you.

That’s all it was.

Five was just trying to keep you safe. He was being a superhero, just like when you were kids.

The door clicked open, and your head snapped towards it to see Five standing there.

“Hey,” He said.

“Hi,” You replied.

He closed the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. After all, why would you ever leave him?

He was protecting you! Five wasn’t letting you die in the apocalypse, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you get caught up in his business with the commission.

He needed you safe.

Five takes a seat next to you on the bed, placing a hand on your chin and directing your gaze towards him. He almost sighs at the sight of your face, alive and well. He places a tender kiss on your lips. You reciprocating easily with a hand on his cheek. The feeling makes him smile, a warmth spreading through his body.

He knew you’d understand. He knew you wouldn't be mad at him for keeping you safe! How silly would you be to think that?

Five pulls away first. “My marshmallow,” He said, grabbing at your waist and squeezing the flesh.

You just force a smile back at him.

He notices, and his gaze hardens. “What is it?”

“What’s what?” You asked with a laugh.

“You’re not happy.”

“I am,” You denied, scooting away from his as he becomes angrier.

“Bullshit!” He shouts, standing up. “I’m trying to protect you, (Y/N).”

“I—”

“Do you want to go out there? Get killed? A bullet through your head?” He questions, breath quickening as he waits for your answer. “Answer me!”

“No!” You scream back, leaning further into the bed and trying to put some distance between the boy.

“Then appreciate what I’m doing for you,” He seethed.

You shake your head. “You kidnapped me and locked me in this room!”

“For your safety!”

“Because you’re insane!"

Something inside Five snaps, and he grabs the collar of your shirt. “Insane? I’ll show you insane.”

…

Once again, you were sat staring at the wall. You were no longer in the confines of his room, but rather something much more sinister. It gives you a lot of time to think.

Five was no superhero, you’d come to realize.

He was the villain.

— END —

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husbandocorner · 3 years ago

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How MHA boys would respond to “Can I try on your hero costume?” pt. 2 (Bakusquad boys)

Welcome back my lovelies, just get comfortable and enjoy!

Part 1 of headcanon found here .

Scenario: You wanted to wear their hero costume so you asked them if you could, you also wanted a picture with them

Genre: Fluff

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Denki 💛 (He is baby…. DON’T forget it)

⚡️ - You and Denki were bored out of your minds

⚡️ - “So booored!” Denki whined as he fell back onto his bed

⚡️ - “I know Kami!, but what else can we do that we haven’t done already” You sigh

⚡️ - “Wanna play a prank on someone?” He suggested

⚡️ - “We can’t remember?” You remind him

⚡️ - “What do you mean?”

⚡️ - “Did you seriously forget that I ended up with house arrest for trying to get you out of trouble and you ended up in a cast?”

⚡️ - Denki tensed up at the memory

⚡️ - “You really want to have to go through that again? You asked

⚡️ - “No, no I do not” Denki said shaking his head

⚡️ - You sigh defeated about to give into bordem, until a thought popped in

⚡️ - “Wait I’ve got it!” You shriek as you spring up in excitement

⚡️ - “You know how we can prank without getting in trouble?”

⚡️ - “Wha- no Denki… I mean I know what we can do to deal with boredom” You correct with a giggle as you look at him

⚡️ - “Ooooh! Okay so what are we doing? Denki asked intrigued as he too sat back up

⚡️ - “So you know how I’m always asking to borrow your clothes because I love wearing it?”

⚡️ - “Yeah?”

⚡️ - “Well what would you say to me wanting to wear your hero costume?” You said with a grin

⚡️ - His eyes immediately sparkled with excitement at your proposal. “Oh my gosh YES!”

⚡️ - “Wait…. Can I wear yours too?” He asked

⚡️ - You blink in confusion at his question. “Uhhh?”

⚡️ - “Come on sparks! Please???” He pleads cutely

⚡️ - You shake your head and sigh. “Fine! But don’t get mad at me if I laugh at you because you look ridiculous!”

⚡️ - “Excuse YOU!” I look amazing in ANYTHING I wear” He says rather offended by your comment

⚡️ - “Sure you do!” You said as you laughed and rolled your eyes.”Let’s go get our costumes!

⚡️ - Once you both got your costumes and went back to his dorm, Denki begged to go change first and you agreed only because you knew it would be funny. Well, for you at least

⚡️ - “Stop laughing Y/n!” Denki whined

⚡️ - “It’s so small on you HA!” You exclaimed as you held your sides

⚡️ - Not fair!” Denki said as he turned his back to you

⚡️ - “Aww I’m sorry Den Den!” You apologize

⚡️ - “On the bright side, you do look quite cute with it on”. You complimented in an attempt to get him to stop pouting

⚡️ - It worked , as he turned towards you again giving you a wide grin and then went for a hug that you returned with a laugh

⚡️ - He was such a child sometimes but you can’t help but find it adorable when he acts that way

⚡️ - “Alright I’ll change into yours now!” You told him when you pulled away and only getting a sly smile from him

⚡️ - “Hello hottie!” Were the words uttered by your boyfriend who was now picking his jaw up off the floor after he saw you

⚡️ -”What’s a gem such as yourself doing around here hmm?” Denki jokingly flirts as he walked over to you and twirled you around

⚡️ - You rolled your eyes and smiled before going along with it. “Isn’t it obvious handsome? I came looking for you! You tease with a smirk before giving him a brief kiss

⚡️ - After a solid five minutes of just looking at each other lovingly once you pulled apart, you both went back over to his bed and tumbled back onto it, a fit of giggles overtaking the both of you

⚡️ -”Mmm can we just stay like this forever?” Denki hummed contentedly as he pulled you closer and snuggled further into you. His head on your chest

⚡️ - “I’d like that!” You stated as you gently scratched Denki’s head. “But first….

⚡️ - You reached over Denki and grabbed your phone which you had thrown earlier after you got bored of scrolling through it and quickly unlock it opening up your camera.

⚡️ - “Smile sparky!” You exclaim holding your phone with one hand and wrapping the other one around him

⚡️ - Maybe boredom wasn’t the worst thing ever

Eijiro ❤️ (Manliness for the win!)

🍓 - “Hey Eiji!” You greeted as you popped your head into your boyfriend’s doorway and smile brightly

🍓 - “Hmm? Oh hey poprock!” He greets back once he sees you. “Need something?

🍓 - “Well no but also yes” You answer shyly

🍓 -”What is it?”

🍓 - Well uh I don’t wanna sound weird but can I try your hero costume on?” 🍓 - Kirishima gives you a confused look. “Huh?”

🍓 - “Sorry it’s just I got curious about it all of a sudden” You tell him

🍓 - “Oh! Well my costume isn’t all that much but sure you can wear it if you want! Kirishima said giving you his signature toothy grin

🍓 - “Really?!” Your eyes lit up. “Thank you Kiri thank you!” You bounced up and down in excitement

🍓 - As he put the weights he was training with away, he looked at you fondly. God he was so lucky to have someone like you.

🍓 - “Be right back baby shark!” He said as he affectionately ruffled your hair and gave you a forehead kiss before exiting his room

🍓 - When he got back he happily watched as you took his costume and ran to go change

🍓 -”Guess who?!” You say playfully as you come back and cover Kirishima’s eyes from behind him, earning a chuckle from him “Haha you done changing pebble?”

🍓 - “Yup!” You chirp excited

🍓 - “Well what you waiting for? Let me see you!” He exclaimed just as excited as you

🍓 - You walked back around and stood in front of him “So?

🍓 - Kirishima was in complete awe. I mean, you already looked amazing to him on the regular but there was just something about you in his hero costume that made you look so mesmerizing to him right now

🍓 - “Babe you are the manliest person in the universe right now!” He breathed out

🍓 - That got you flushed “Ei!”

🍓 - “I’m serious!” He deadpanned, before smiling once more and then standing up and grabbing your hand to guide you to the mirror

🍓 - “See?! That’s me” He says gesturing at himself before putting you in front of him.”And that’s you!…. My adorably manly pebble!” He complements while putting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you

🍓 -”Awww Kiri!” You squeal

🍓 - He lets go of you for a moment as he takes out his phone from his shorts back pocket he then wrapped one arm back around your waist while he held out the phone in front of you both with the other. “Say manly!

🍓 - And just like that Kirishima now has a good look charm that he carries around everywhere with him

Hanta 🧡 (You get tape she gets tape EVERYONE gets tape)

📼 - “Remind me why we’re doing this again Y/n” Sero groaned as he rummaged through a pile of his clothes

📼 - “Because your closet is a mess amor” You retort while putting one of his shirts back on a hanger. “you need to organize it!”

📼 - “Oh come on babe, it’s not THAT bad!” He spat

📼 - “Mhm!” You smirk “Last week you delayed our date by an hour because you couldn’t find your leather jacket that you wanted to wear when it had been on the floor of the closet the whole time!”

📼 - “That doesn’t prove anything! Sero yells

📼 - “ Aww are you embarrassed cariño?” You coo making him blush. “S-stop it!

📼 - You laugh. Okay, okay! I’ll stop

📼 - You and Sero continue to sort out his clothes until you eventually stop and take a break

📼 - “Halfway done!” You sigh exhausted as you sit in Sero’s hammock “Why do you have so much clothes Hanta?”

📼 - “Because I want to!

📼 - “That’s not! Ugh nevermind” You groan too tired to put with him at the moment

📼 - “What’s with the look?” Sero asks as he sees you staring at him rather oddly

📼 - “Oh nothing! You shrug off his question and pretend to talk to yourself . “Just wondering how I’d look in a certain someone’s hero costume” You smirk

📼 - “Are you talking about me?” Sero asked

📼 - You faceplam. “No Allmight! Of course I’m referring to you tape face!”

📼 - “Rude! I think you’ve been hanging out with Bakugo too much” Sero groaned

📼 - You only stuck your tongue out at him as a response, makng him sigh

📼 - “I’ll be back with my costume” Was the one thing he said before leaving you alone

📼 - “Well back to work! All that clothes isn’t gonna organize itself!” You exclaim as you get up from the hammock and start sorting out clothes again

📼 - A few minutes later Sero came back to you putting away the last of his clothes. “Wow done already?!”

📼 - “Yup because unlike you Hanta I wasn’t complaining about doing it”

📼 - Yeah whatever! Just take this!” He holds out his costume to you rather annoyed

📼 - “Aww you grumpy mi amor? How cute! You tease as you take it from him. He just rolls his eyes and looks away from you as you walk away.

📼 - Once you changed, you walk out to find Sero leaned back against the wall. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long” You smile

📼 - Sero glances over at you and left speechless, only being able to open and close his mouth like a fish

📼 -”What’s this?! Cat got your tongue?” You laugh while walking over to him.

📼 -“W-why aren’t you wearing my helmet?” He stutters avoiding your question

📼 - “I look much better without it! You smirk watching Sero become even more flustered

📼 - “You’re evil Y/n!” He groans

📼 - “Why? I’m just teasing you the way you do to me! Do you not want me to?”

📼 - At this point Sero was done for, and he knew it too because he didn’t even try to argue when you asked for a picture

📼 - And when he saw he was was tagged on that same photo hours later, with him nervously looking away from you as you rested an arm on his shoulder as you smirk at him, all he did was let out a long sigh and hide his face in his pillow

📼 - “...I had this coming didn’t I?...” He thought as he commented “I’m lucky to have you, mi vida ❤️“ on the post before tossing his phone to the side and thinking about you, a smile spreading across his face.

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Show’s over lovely reader! As always I hope you enjoyed

This took a longer than expected to get done cause my body decided to pester me, YAAAAY!😒(Not only getting sick but also a “monthly visit”) Ya’ll probs didn’t wanna know that but I needed to get it out my system. Anyway....

Until next time, take care! 😊

DT: @sokastanos

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tteokdoroki · 3 years ago

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had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s): hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars, inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing, just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

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supercorpsbian · 2 years ago

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Entropy (part 6)

content: slow burn ? but not really , hurt/comfort , eventual romance , wlw , kara x reader , reader needs therapy , reader is very socially anxious lmao

word count: 4,243

pair(s): Kara x Fifth Dimensional Imp!Reader, and all the other canon SG couples (Nia and Brainy, Kelly and Alex, etc)

A/N i don't have much to say actually heheh, i just didn't really feel like this part was ready but if anything I'll come back and edit it later:)

part 5

"That's the man Nia saw." Kara pointed to the huge monitor with the image running on the face recognition system.

"That's not... That's not Vandal Savage. I mean their eyes are similar but... That's not the Vandal Savage I know." Barry's statement made Kara's shoulders tense up. He was saying the truth, yet the name was very fitting for the man they were staring at. "Brainy, send me that image and I'll alert everyone in Central City just in case."

"What if..." The coluan mumbled. "This IS Vandal Savage, just, not your vandal savage?" Brainy pointed at Barry who nodded after understanding what he meant.

"How can we know which earth he's from? Lex is gone and he was the one who arranged this earth." Nia chimed in.

"I don't know yet, but I think I can call an... Acquaintance from the 31st century to help me out. Meanwhile there's nothing else we can do." Brainy shifted uncomfortably, only Nia really noted this but she'd ask him about it later.

"Okay... I'll call you guys if anything. Bye." And with that Barry was gone, and so was Kara who didn't even bother to say goodbye. She had a pinching feeling inside her chest telling her to go speak to you about this whole issue. However she was very afraid to, you were just a civilian, right? She couldn't get you in any danger just because of some weird gut feelings.

[>>>]

Streaky behaved really well at the vet clinic, surprisingly well, the vets even thought he might've been to vets before because usually homeless cats tend to be very anxious and wary around strangers, but Streaky was simply napping and complying with the veterinarian that was attending you. He also got a couple vaccines and he got prescribed some supplements to gain the weight he needed. Other than that he was completely healthy and didn't even have a microchip, you made an appointment to get that done soon though.

After a nice trip to the vet you felt relieved and happy, yes the past couple days (and this afternoon) had been very stressful, but after all you felt secure.

Arriving home you decided to set everything down for Streaky, and you also cleaned some things up around the house after realizing how messy everything was when Kara came earlier to eat with you.

"D'you like Kara?" You asked your furry pal as he stared at you from the top of the fridge, a spot you weren't going to question how he reached it. You were washing the dishes and felt bored but you knew it was better to do them immediately before they piled up way too much.

"I think... She's nice. She even helped me get you a name." Streaky meowed, tucking his own paws while laying down to sleep on his now sacred spot. "She acted kinda weird earlier... But I like it when she holds me... Is it weird? Am I the weird one?" You looked again at your cat, he slowly closed his eyes at your stare.

"C'mon I'm not-" A knock on your window interrupted you, turning around you quickly grabbed a towel to dry your hands and smiled at the blonde who was silently floating on the other side of the glass.

After opening the window Kara climbed inside carefully, stretching after her boots finally touched your hardwood floors.

"Busy hero day, huh?" You grinned, sitting down on the couch.

"Did you get all of this for Streaky today?" She looked around the place, almost as if scanning it with her x-ray vision.

"...Yeah? I've been saving up some money so I went to this nice pet store near the CatCo office, then I went to the vet and you saw me. I also need to ask Pamela from HR about what cleaning products she uses when her cat has accidents because I forgot to put some newspaper for Streaky before buying the cat litter and the smell is not quite leaving." You ranted, trying to make your lie seem more believable and normal, Kara was still worked up about something, you hoped it didn't have to do anything with you.

"I need you to be honest with me." Her words made you freeze. You could already see yourself in jail.

"Sure? What about?" You turned around to face her, a shy smile plastered across your face.

"This man..." Kara pulled out her phone from her boot, looking for something on it. "Him." She turned the phone towards you and your heart sank to your stomach, you could feel your skin going pale and your mind going bonkers. It was him. "Do you know him?"

Your first instinct was to lie, you shook your head no and Kara was still unconvinced.

"Is his name Vandal Savage?" She pushed further, taking a step closer to you which made you take a step back from her.

"No. I don't know him so I don't know his name." You kept walking back until Kara had cornered you. "Why are you asking me anyway? I barely know anyone outside of CatCo! Let alone a man like that. And I told you Vandal Savage is just some random guy who appears in my dreams, and this is not him. Leave me alone." You got defensive, walking away from Kara and back into the kitchen to keep doing dishes. "Please close the door when you get out." Kara didn't say anything else, she just left and you heard how she slammed her apartment door when going in.

Streaky stared at you like he knew you fucked up and you just sighed, feeling defeated.

[>>>]

You felt bad for lying and yelling at Kara, she had cornered you like a wounded animal and your response was to attack her, and she didn't deserve that at all. She was so upset she didn't even answer to your messages, leaving you on seen the rest of the day and night. Your resting weekend turned into the world's saddest weekend, just you, Streaky, and your neighbor's wifi. It felt boring and empty but at least your furry friend kept you company.

The next few days at CatCo Kara avoided you at all costs, looking upset whenever you tried to approach her, you didn't think it'd affect you that much until Nia walked in on you crying in the office bathroom, the young woman quickly hugged you and asked what was wrong but you felt too ashamed to tell her.

What could you say? 'Oh, it's nothing I just lied to Kara, yelled at her and been also keeping a load of secrets from her even when I know she doesn't like secrets?'

You didn't go to any other game nights, avoided going into Noonan's when you knew she'd be there, and you even noticed how Kara's friends also started ignoring you, as if they had never seen you in their entire lives.

Even Cat Grant had pointed out how miserable you looked, you tried to laugh it off but she decided to send you home early because she said you were blocking her creative energy for her latest article. But after an entire week she was tired, so she called both you and Kara to her office before the end of your workday, you thought she'd ask you to schedule something for them so you just onliged quietly, walking into the glamorous office notebook in hand.

"This is pathetic." She slammed a file against her desk, getting all of your attention.

"What- What do you mean, Miss Grant?" Kara dared to ask, still not looking at you.

"You're emotionally distressing my assistant! Do you know how many lukewarm lattes I've received from her since you started ignoring her?" The younger blonde opened her mouth to speak, being stopped by a finger raised by the queen of all media. "And before you say you're not ignoring her. I asked you several times this week to send this papers to her, as a little test, and everytime I asked her about it she didn't even knew I asked you such thing! Kiera, you're almost thirty. You need to grow up."

"It's not Kara's fault-"

"I don't need an explanation. Because I know you're guilty too. Kara is the millennial embodiment of a golden retriever, to get her to avoid you like that you must have made her upset, and that's okay. I don't care about your personal life, and Kara is doing her job well. But you can't allow yourself to let your emotions get ahead of you like this! If I find out you're doing the moaning Myrtle act in the office bathroom again it's over for you. Understood? If you want to cry do it while working, it saves time and time is money." You felt your eyes getting teary again for the millionth time today, but you held it in and just nodded with your head low, you expected Cat to dismiss you when Kara stood up from the chair she was sitting on, slamming her hands on Cat's desk.

"Miss Grant, I respect you like I respect my own mother, but please, do not talk to Y/n like that ever again. It's not her fault I'm upset." You haven't heard this tone on Kara's voice since she let her anger go at Cat during season one, it was mind-blowing that the woman who hated you the most right now was defending you in front of your boss.

"See? Pathetic. Just go make out or something, I don't care, I'm all for gay rights. Just stop bringing the emotional baggage to my office because it blocks my workflow. Understood? Now go, chop chop!" Kara was as shocked as you were, both of you were now standing outside of Cat's office with widened eyes and blushed cheeks.

"I... I'm sorry I overreacted the other day. Y'know, when you asked me about that guy." You were the first one to speak as you and Kara walked back to her office.

"I'm sorry for treating you like that. I should've tried talking to you but I just felt so sad... I don't like secrets, but I know it's hard to be upfront with someone you don't know that well..." You nodded, sighing with relief when knowing Kara didn't hate you. "Takeout at my place? If you don't have any extra work that is."

"I thought this meeting was today's extra work." You chuckled, looking over your shoulder to see Cat Grant standing proudly outside of her office and giving you a... Thumbs up?

You smiled nervously and looked ahead, Kara was smiling as she walked with you towards your desk and then to the elevator, you were happy that things were finally okay.

You remembered you had forgotten your phone back at your desk, Kara offered to just get it for you by flying but you didn't want to be a bother, you told her to go home and that you'd see her there. Although you suspected she would wait for you right where she was standing you just stepped back inside the elevator and pressed your destination, waiting patiently as the metal box kept going up without any inconveniences.

That until the lights turned off and it abruptly stopped, making you panic. Your first thought was screaming Kara's name until a hand covered your mouth, then the lights turned back on, the elevator still not moving.

"Please don't scream because that way Kara will find us." As soon as you heard the voice whispering you knew who it was, he took his hand off your mouth carefully and signed for you to stay silent, then he made a blackboard appear right behind him with a couple markers.

You snatched one of the markers from Mxy's hand, quickly writing down your thoughts on the board as he stood there nervously.

« THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE??? »

He opened the other marker on his hand, his handwriting was awful but still understandable.

« AVOID BRAENI »

You erased the namw he wrote and you wrote it back again, this time correcting his spelling.

« BRAINY »

« Why should I avoid him? »

Mxy sighed, still exasperated.

« JUST LISTEN TO ME!!! I'LL GET BACK TO YOU WHEN IT'S SAFE!!!! »

Another finger snap and both Mxy and the board were gone, yet you still had the market in hand. You shoved it inside your purse as the elevator finally moved, you then picked up your phone and went back down, this time hating the elevator ride. And as you guessed Kara was waiting for you while talking to a security guard as if they were lifelong friends. As soon as she saw you she said goodbye to him and started walking home with you. You still felt uneasy about your conversation with Mxy but you could tell he was terrified, so it was best to actually listen to him this once.

Kara noticed how your brow wouldn't stop furrowing ever so slightly whenever she was glancing your way, yet she felt like it was best to not push any further. The two of you were barely beginning to reconcile after what Kara had noted as your very first argument.

She's had these with many people in the past, but the only time it felt somewhat similar to what she had felt the past few days it was when she started having disagreements with Lena over Samantha, Reign and the makeshift kryptonite.

It was a mixture of betrayal, disappointment and a weird urge to seek forgiveness. Kara wasn't one to let her own pride blind her, but when it happened she was the first one to humble herself mentally, so badly that the same wouldn't let her be the one to apologize first. Kara felt like the gap between you two grew wider right after that elevator ride you took, the little voice inside her head saying that she may have done something to upset you. Upon arriving at her apartment she didn't try to pressure you into telling her what was bothering you, if anything she was acting nicer that she ever has. And when it comes to Kara Danvers that's a lot.

You were numb, as if something in you was slowly dying but you couldn't quite tell what it was. Trying to not pay it much attention you decided to focus on Kara and the food she was going to buy for the two of you.

[>>>]

The sunrise hit you like a truck, you could barely remember what you did last night but if it wasn't worthy of remembering it then it wasn't worthy of thinking about it.

Quickly you made your way out of your apartment after your morning routine, and as you were heading to work you received a call from... Nia? You had never received any calls or texts from her before, what could she possibly want from you? Your mind didn't really ponder it too much before you answered.

"Good morning, Nia-"

"Can you come to the tower?"

"Wh... What's the tower?" You quickly lied, you had surely seen it countless times through your orb, but in this reality you were supposed to be oblivious about it.

"Just... Come to the adress I'll send you, alright? It's really important, I'll have Kara make an excuse for you with Cat." Before you could say anything she hung up, leaving you with a rising anxiety creeping up your chest.

What could you do? You knew damn well that going to the tower would be the exact opposite of what Mxy asked you. Brainy pretty much lived there! You then started articulating an excuse text to get out of whatever Nia had in mind until Kara appeared, her smile didn't feel quite the same, it was off.

"Hey! Sorry for overhearing- I just heard Nia wants you at the tower and I was just heading there, need a ride?" Your gaze went from your phone to Kara's waiting arms. This felt so, so wrong, there was something going on and it felt like it wasn't going to be good for you.

Even with your gut feeling begging you to not go you accepted Kara's warm hands, feeling your cheeks heat up as she held you tightly by your waist and flew up into the sky. You had made a quick mental note to memorize the exact location she was heading you to, if anything went wrong you had to find your own way back home to Streaky.

Kara didn't say anything, she wasn't even aware of why would Nia need you there either, she just thought that maybe this was her way of apologizing to you about ignoring you because of your issues with Kara. She noticed how the rest of her friends so swiftly excluded you out of their lives as soon as she stopped mentioning you, something about that made her deeply upset but she was still feeling like you didn't trust her so at that moment she didn't really mind.

As soon as the two of you arrived Kara noticed the place was empty. Way too empty. But she remembered it was still supposed to be a secret location so she went to one of the desks, Lena's, and she pulled out an unused NDA she had drafted just in case someone was ever invited over. You signed the paper without even looking at it, just wanting to get it over with, thinking about simply calling it a day and going back home you noticed Kara was scanning the building to check if anyone was around.

"Nia is at the training room! Let's head there." You froze, that room had containment cells that could be accessed only by the superfriends. In other words: this could be an attempt to jail you. However running away would be suspicious, wouldn't it? To them you were innocent, just a civilian with no other friends or family. You could talk your way out of this, you just had to polish your manipulative skills if you even had them in the first place.

You stepped inside the elevator with Kara, your entire body was tense as each floor passed by, when the doors opened you saw Nia in her suit, Alex as Centinel and Brainy without his image inductor.

"Nope." You turned around with a soft gasp but Kara was pulling you into the room with a firm grip at your hand.

"Dreamer, Centinel, Brainiac! Uhm... Nia called Y/n, she wanted to meet here?" How did she not see her own sister and Brainy downstairs? And did she also not see whether Nia was suited up of not? Did the girl quickly change upon Kara's arrival? Your mind was making you want to explode until Kara let go of your hand, making you focus at the loss of her grasp for a split second.

"Yes, Kara, we're sorry about this but... There's something you need to know." Centinel stepped forward, making you take a step back.

"I don't think this involves me so, I'll be on my way-" You let out a nervous laughter, but as soon as you looked over your shoulder the elevator door closed shut, and something told you it wouldn't be opening for you.

"You're very much involved." Dreamer got closer too, making you shrink in your own frame. "You know my real name, don't you?" She whispered, you started stammering and didn't realize how fucked up your situation was until Brainy finally spoke.

"Yesterday we got another trail of fifth dimensional energy from CatCo, a few days ago I gave... Our source, a small scanner to detect where the energy was coming from. And it seemed to come from the elevator which was stuck in between floors, according to security cameras that show many employees calling for it yet the elevator wasn't open on any floor.

You were the only person to step in and out when this happened. And we've also had security footage that shows you around areas we've found more fifth dimensional energy at. Y/n, we also haven't found any personal information on you besides what's needed to be hired and get paid. The people who signed those documents of yours have absolutely no memory of ever doing so, none of them, you also happen to not have ever been in any security camera around the country until you magically made appearance when you applied to your job at CatCo." Brainy's speech was painfully slow, Kara's gaze went from confusion to pain, you were being cornered by both Nia and Alex when you felt a glass door against your back, before you could say anything you were shoved inside the cell, the thing was that you could still feel the fifth dimension. You could easily escape and appear in another country, but when you saw Kara's disappointed look you started fabricating a lie in your head.

"I wasn't born here! My parents were too poor to have me registered. I was raised in a very awful country and-" You choked out a painful sob. "All my documents are fake, a family friend made them for me, they wanted me to have a better life!" You slightly banged your head against the glass when your cries were disregarded.

"I-I can confirm that. Y/n has confided in me some slips about her past and she told me the exact same. I could see in her eyes how it pains her to miss her home so much!" Kara jumped to defend you, Alex squeezed her shoulder with a sympathetic look.

"That means she has her story straight. Not that she's telling the truth." Nia crossed her arms, her eyes staring at you fiercely.

"You guys speak as if I'm some kind of animal or unknown alien. Y'know what? Think whatever you want! I know I'm not like Nyxly and honestly if i had those powers I wouldn't even be here! I would have all the things I've ever wanted, not an almost empty apartment and a salary that barely helps me pay the rent." They all looked at each other, Kara quickly reached to free you out of the locked enclosure but Alex stopped her.

"Let us handle this. If she's innocent we apologize and compensate her, if she's not, then we would have the imp running loose." Kara brushed her sister's hand off of her and scoffed, giving you a promising look before she stomped out of the room. "Now you. Will I have to interrogate you the nice way or the Centinel way?"

"You won't." You sat down on the small bench the crystal cage had, your face sti wet with tears but you suddenly calmed down. "Because you know Kara trusts me, Kara knows I'm not a threat to anyone, Kara is furious that you'd betray her trust like that. She wants to be heard by her own friends. And what you want is to be right, not to take her feelings into consideration before doing something drastic." You couldn't even register when did your voice became so monotone, as if you had already planned what to say in a case like this. Alex flinched at your statement, her face scowling when she knew you were somewhat right. And with that she left too.

Nia approached you again, her frown evident behind her mask.

"If she doesn't get the truth out of you, I will."

"What could you do anyways? Give me nightmares? Make me go to sleep? Maybe punch me around a little? Oh wait! No, because if you open this you risk the oh-so-powerful imp might escape, don't you? You're still in time to let me go and realize this is all a misunderstanding. But if you prefer to strain Kara's heart like this for no other reason then be my guest! I'll be here waiting."

"Manipulation tactics. She's using our love and appreciation for Kara against us." Brainy held Nia back, she stared at you like you were nothing but a dirty criminal, and you scoffed.

"I'm just saying what I think. You saw how upset she got. Why can't she have any new friends? Did you guys also treat Lena like this? Is it like a rite of passage into whatever this inner circle is? I honestly don't think you have any crime you can charge me with, and if you do I'm all ears."

"I- We don't know your intentions, we don't know if you'll be another Nyxly and try to conquer earth, your kind is very dangerous and we will not accept them roaming freely around here." The brunette slammed her hand against the bulletproof glass, you didn't even flinch. You just sighed and hugged your legs, this was going to be an awfully long week.

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le4ftea · 4 years ago

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So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

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Emotional Cheater

All characters are 18+

Shinsou x F! Reader

Bakugou x F! Reader

NSFW and Fluff

This was was suppose to be part of the Virgin! Shinsou series but it slowly became it's own thing. It felt right to have it be it's own thing once we got into the emotional perspective of Shinsou's relationship.

It's more angst at some parts and then we go into "emotional sex"? "Sex without emotions"? Does any of this make sense? I don't know, but it was hot and made me feel really sad. Enjoy!

(This is also in honor of Shinsou's birthday! So, happy birthday to our precious purple insomniac!💜

MINORS DNI

Contains: Some Bakugou action, Pinning Bakugou, Pinning Shinsou, Emotional Cheating, Pegging, Mommy Kink, Sub Bakugou, Sub Shinsou, Dom reader, Jealous Shinsou, Rough Play, A Little Bit Bondage, Mild Female Penetration, Male Penetration, Spanking, Scent Kink, Sex Toys, Dacryphilia, Degradation and Praise Kink, Overstimulation.

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Shinsou was the only thing on your mind most days, his handsome face and deep voice making your heart flutter when ever you hear it. He could make anyone swoon for him just by saying hello. You knew that what you felt for him was more than friendly, it was full blown love at this point. He was nice to you, never made you feel out of place and you did the same for him. You supported him in his journey to join the hero course, telling him that he was going to make a great hero someday and that you would love to help him train. You thought about confessing your attraction to him during your first few years at UA but now on your final year, you thought that having him as a friend was enough or at least the only thing you could've achieved with him. Hell, it's not like you confessing now would do anything considering he was dating someone actively. You didn't want to ruin what you had with him, more like what you used to have with him.

You didn’t see him as much as you used to since he started dating someone. He kind of ignored you or payed attention half of the time when you would hangout together or spoke to him. He was always nose deep in his phone texting his girlfriend. From what he told you she was in the business course, so naturally you didn't know or speak with her at all.

"And Mineta, the disgusting pervert, came up to me and tried taking a look under my skirt! I kicked his ass away from me and got him to stick to the wall at the end of the hallway....Hitoshi?" The both of you were sitting side by side in the school’s cafeteria.

"Huh?" He wasn't even listening to you, why did you ever bother with him? You dropped the smile you had and just continued to eat your lunch. It didn't matter that it was cold, anything to distract you from your supposed "friend" would have done the trick. You finished up and excused yourself to go throw away anything you had left. When you went back, Shinsou was gone. It hurt a lot, he ditched you all the time to be with his girlfriend. You know that your place in his life was just being his friend and nothing more, but he could at least give you some shitty excuse as to why he didn't want to hangout. If he told you that "I can’t come over, i'm fucking my girlfriend." or "Can’t today, i'm going on a date." it would be enough. Something to just help ease the aching in your chest.

You walked back to the 3-A dorms after class. You just wanted to lay in your bed and forget the feeling of sadness that came over you. Once inside your dorm you changed into something more free flowing, a pair of shorts and baggy shirt to keep you comfortable as you sat down with a bucket of ice cream to watch tv. The show was boring and you were halfway into your ice cream, the world just felt better now that you buried your feelings with dessert. Like always, nice moments didn’t really last and you were quickly interrupted by a knocking at your door. You got up from where you were sitting at, placed the ice cream on the table near by, and opened the door to see who it was.

"Oh, hey Todoroki. Do you need something?" It wasn't unusual for Todoroki to come visit you. You would help him with his emotions by using your quirk to create a space were you could both speak for hours and only have seconds pass in normal time. You both were close with each other but that was it. You didn't want more or less with him and he was also content with that.

"I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the fair. Mina rounded up some of the others and plans on going tonight."

"Tonight? Did she forget we had Snipe sensei grill our asses earlier today?" Todoroki laughed at your comment.

"Mina is definitely not a structured person but even so, her efforts are commendable. So, will you join us?"

"Sure!"

You took a quick shower and got dressed up. You didn't bother adding anything to your outfit but did bring a long your wallet in case anything caught your eye. You headed down stairs and walked to the doors were the Bakusquad was at.

"Great! Everyone is here, lets go!" Mina jumped up and started dragging Uraraka along. Everyone else naturally followed while Bakugo slowed down to walk in pace with you.

"So, how did anyone convince you to join?" You turned to face Bakugo while he directed his eyes towards you.

"I wanted to change things up a little."

"Right? So no more sleeping early like an old man?"

"Shut up." The walk towards the fair grounds was pleasant. Everyone was excited and the mood only improved the closer the group got. Bakugou at some point started holding hands with you, it wasn't uncommon for him to reach out for affection. You were of course, his first. Maybe not his first everything, but you were his first when it came to sex. During his first time, he was blissed out. Nothing was capable of getting him off of you. He held on to you begging to ride him harder with tears cascading out of his eyes. He looked so pretty that way but he always looked pretty so it didn't matter what state he was in.

"Stop thinking, it’s annoying." Bakugou turned his face to you.

"I'm sorry Bakugou. I was just thinking about how pretty you look when i fuck you. Are you down to have a session after the fair?" His face went red after you asked, but you knew that didn't mean he was embarrased about the question but instead that you already knew his answer.

"Fantastic! Let's stick around for a bit and leave early." You dragged him towards the entrance, running to some of the games. You both played and won prizes for each other and went around buying cheap hero memorabilia, on Bakugou’s credit card of course. You were having so much fun that you didn't notice who you were standing in line with in the roller coaster ride.

“Oh hey, Bakugou!” A girl in a blue mini skirt, white blouse and black pullover greated him. You didn’t recognize her but you did recognize the jacket she had on top of her shoulders. It’s was the same one that the person would lend you whenever you forgot your own jacket back at the dorms. It was Shinsous. Your mood dipped but you decided that ignoring the issue as of right now would be better.

After all, you were on a “date”, right?

“Sorry, I’m y/n, Bakugou’s date. And who may you be? I don’t seem to recognize you.” You put on your best fake smile and looked her directly in the eyes. This wasn't you challenging her to knock you down, this was you seducing her to knock her off. You needed to trap her into a false sense of friendship if you wanted to get the answer you craved. To confirm your suspicions.

The girl flustered when you made eye contact and tried introducing herself when an arm came around her shoulders. Shinsou was now standing in front of you with a small teddy bear in his right hand. You weren’t going to waste your time on someone who couldn’t even respect your own. You were not about to give him any attention or acknowledgement. You instead directed yourself back to the girl and leaned into Bakugou’s side.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Bakugou wrapped his own arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. He was warm and relaxed with the whole situation. Didn’t even hesitate to bring you close.

“I’m Mekoto. Shinsou's girlfriend.” Bingo, you got her.

“Oh, nice to meet you! Gotta say, you’re really pretty. Shinsou must feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful person.” Mekoto’s face darkened even more and she proceeded to hide her face in Shinsous chest. She was a flustered mess, exactly like you wanted her to be. You didn’t care about her, your issues weren’t with her either. She looked like a genuine person and it would be a shame to paint her to be something she isn’t. This is about getting back at your ex friend who ditched you for no reason.

“Thank you. Bakugou must feel lucky as well. You’re also very pretty.” She turned to briefly look at you, but immediately averted her eyes from your own. Cute.

“I am.” Bakugou pulled you into a soft kiss instead of the standard hug you both would share. You made it clear to him that kissing in public like this wasn’t allowed because it would send the wrong message. You both weren’t a couple, but for once you were so happy that he broke the rules. This was about selling the point to Shinsou that you didn’t need him. That you could easily replace him like he did with you.

“I didn’t know you two were dating? When did…?” Shinsou was confused. He couldn’t wrap his head around you and Bakugou being an actual couple. An ugly feeling started to bubble inside of him, it made him grip onto Mekoto tighter. The sight of Bakugou kissing you felt wrong but now having to face that his best friend was fucking and dating this asshole made him feel all kinds of wrong. He didn’t like it his at all.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for years now. Since our first year actually.” You turned and hugged Bakugou’s side, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest. He was warm and smelled of his usual strong cologne, with a hint of coconut. Maybe some undertones of his sweat. You placed small kisses over his covered chest and on his collarbone, making it a spectacle with the slow and loving movements of your lips. You can felt someones eyes on you. Their gaze was hot and you wanted it to burn hotter.

Shinsou honestly couldn't believe this shit, you and this blond bastard had been dating since forever? You never told him about your relationship with Bakugou, you never told him anything involving your love life. Did you not trust him? Was he never as close to you as he thought he was? He told you everything, he told you about who was his first kiss! You said that you weren't seeing anyone when he asked you in your first year, but you mentioned Bakugou being someone who you found attractive. But you also called Shinsou attractive so he thought you meant it in a friendly way. Were you always hiding this from him? When- when did Bakugou get to have you? When did Shinsou lose his chance with you!? What the fuck happened!

"Oh wow, thats so cute!" Mekoto was complety oblivious to the thoguhts that ran ramped in Shinsous head. She was just living in the moment, enjoying meeting another young couple. You in the other hand pulled Bakugou down gently, enough for his ear to reach your mouth.

"Be a good boy for mommy and make an excuse to leave. I think you deserve a reward for the good work you've done today." You whispered into Bakugou's ear. The tips of them turned red but his face concealed the excitement he felt. He nodded to you and directed his unamused face back the other couple.

"Thanks but we have to go." Not even giving a goodbye, Bakugou dragged you away leaving a conflicted Shinsou and a happy Mekoto.

When the two of you made it back to your dorm, you managed to open your door before you used Bakugou to slam it shut again. You presed him up against it and kissed him with a passion that overwhelmed him. He melted into your touch and started to use his hands to move over your body, appreciating it for what it was. He moved his hips towards you, grinding his cowered sex over your pelvis, moaning as you devoured him.

"M-mommy, please." His eyes drooped with lust and lips swollen from the harsh kissing you gave him.

"Please what, Suki?" You were teasing him, temping him to ask for whatever fantasy he wanted to fulfill.

"Please, g-give me p-praise. P-please m-mommy?" You smiled up at him and pushed your hand into his pants.

"Awww, my baby Suki wants praise? Well, you were such a good boy today that i might just do so." You grabbed his twitching cock and moved your hand up and down its length. You were doing this to get him to harden, but you wont lie to yourself, you would love to see him cum in his pants.

"Such a good baby boy, Suki. Pulling me close to you without having me ask you to, being gentle with me. You deserve a reward for your good behavior. So tell, what do you want mommy to give you now?"

"I-i want m-mommy to-to use the viaaAA- vi-brator." You pull your hand out of his pants and gave him a pat on the head. You gave him another kiss but latched onto his bottom lip to drag him to your desk chair. He gave you a playful smile as you did. What an obedient boy he was.

"You're going to be a good boy for mommy and stay still ok?"

"Mo-MOMMYYYY" Bakugou was tied up to your desk chair, his legs were folded up into his chest and tied to the arm rests. His legs shaking in pleasure as the vibrator went up and down in it's intensity. Bakugous stomach was covered in his cum with saliva and sweat making the puddle look larger. He was flushed all over, his pretty cock heads tip red but eager.

"Oh look at that. My baby Suki just came again. Do you want to stop already Suki?" You were reveling in his eagerness. You would never have Shinsou in this position, you'll never get to touch him the same way you got to do with Bakugou, but it was fine. It's not like you two are friends anymore and once next month comes around you'll both be going into the work field. So no matter what you wont have time to deal with him.

"MoAaAAAh- MmAAaammmyyy! P-pLEASE, l-et me c-uuUUUmmm!" For now, you'll make sure your precious Suki comes undone. Maybe if he wasn't too tired or overstimed you could ride him and give him an early graduation present by letting him cum in you.

"Alright, you can cum Suki. You were such a good boy for me today." Bakugou began to sing praises to you. How good of a mommy you were to him and how amazing you make him feel. When he finally came, his legs had red lines over them from the rope rubbing and digging into the skin. His legs wouldn't stop trembling from his multiple orgasms and the cum that his stomach once held was now falling onto chair.

"You were such a good boy Suki. Come here, let mommy take care of you." You untied him, allowing him to extend his legs and relax his overworked muscles. He looked so beautiful like this, milked and soft. You helped him clean up and walked him to your bed so he could lay down and rest fully. Bakugou sat down instead and watched as you went around cleaning up the mess he made.

"T-thanks for t-that," He passed his hand over his mouth wiping away the residual drool that was cascading out of his mouth," I-i really ne-eded t-that."

"Aww, going soft on me Katsuki?" You teased. You both had a great understanding of each other. You made it key to communicate with one another since you both started doing this. Bakugou confessed to you that he had developed feelings for you at some point, wanting to actually date you instead of just fucking around with each other. You told him that you had feelings for Shinsou. That affected him a bit, but he fully understood where you were coming from. From the moment Shinsou started to ditch on you , Bakugou was on you immediately. Asking you if you wanted to go out to lunch, the arcade, fairs, anything really. Part of him did it because he wanted to make you happy and hated seeing you be so bummed out over some shitty guy. The other did it with the intention of having you fall for him. He knew he was being selfish and that this wasn't fair to you, it wasn't right to take advantage of your heartbreak but he wanted to be with you.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He got up from his place on your bed and started to get dressed as he gave you a playful look.

"Are you sure about that? Hey, you should sit down and relax. Let me take care of you."

"Nah, i'm good. Just going to go take a shower and head to my dorm to sleep. Thanks for this." He gave you a soft smile and a quick peck on the lips before heading out. You knew that he had feelings for you, that this wasn't just an arrangement to him. You felt bad, but you both mutually agreed to do this and to continue. Hopefully he'll realize that you aren't going to return his feelings any time soon.

While you and Bakugou were fucking, Shinsou and Mekoto were also having their fun together. Shinsou had Mekoto in a full nelson, her legs being held up past her head, her tongue sticking out and incapable of pulling it back in. She was lost in pure ecstasy. He hid the both of them in a secluded corner of the fair grounds, pounding in to Mekoto's sopping pussy as he leaned up against a wall.

"H-hito-shiiiii, p-plea-se-."

"Don't fucking call me that slut." Shinsou briefly took one of his arms from holding Mekotos leg and slapped her ass, leaving a red hand print on the pale skin. He didn't like it when she called him Hitoshi. Yeah, they were dating, but he didn't give her permission. Something about hearing Mekoto say his name felt wrong, it wasn't the voice he wanted to hear nor the body he wanted to feel in his arms. It took him some time to figure out what he wanted, why he even started dating Mekoto in the first place.

"Shinsou, you can do it! Come on, get up and try the other technique Aizawa sensei showed you." It was Shinsou's first year at UA. You immediately took him under your wing when you found out that he wanted to join the hero course. You saw how much he wanted to pursue it, so you went hard on him during your training sessions. You punched him hard and manhandled him no matter what day it was. You weren't going to go easy on him just because he wasn't in the hero course.

Shinsou honestly had no complaints. He genuinely didn't understand why his face would get all red when you would yank at his hair and knee him in the gut. He didn't enjoy the pain he received but he found it...hot how you held so much power. He guessed maybe he was into the dynamic of someone as powerful as you throwing him around like a rag doll. He didn't know, but what he did know is that he really liked you.

Some nights he would dream of the two of you. It ranged from a variety of different things but most of them held the same theme. It was only the two of you. Together. The more innocent dreams were of the two of you cuddling, his face next to yours and with your arms around him. The both of you whispering sweet nothings and sharing kisses with one another. The amount of disappointment he felt when he would wake up in the morning without you next to him was overwhelming. He felt guilty when he would see you the next day. He fantasized about you and would tell himself to stay away in order to calm down, but he couldn't. He would always come back to you, every single time, for more fuel to add to his already burning inferno.

"Sh-ins-ooOOOO." Mekoto was moaning her head off as he moved her up and down his cock. He got distracted daydreaming that he didn't realize he already made her come again. He didn't feel like cumming any more, so he just slammed into her to get her off.

"Shut up! If someone finds us you'll be known as an A grade slut. Come on Mekoto, do you really want that?" He bit her ear and tugged onto it. Mekoto moaned even louder and started panting like a bitch in heat. He felt bad, for her again. She thought that Shinsou was fucking her because he loved her, because he wanted her. He never really did to begin with, she was his replacement for the person that he actually wanted but was never going to get.

"Ooooh, SHIINSSSOOOOUUUU!" Mekoto reached her orgasm while Shinsou was no where near his own. Her legs tremble in his arms. She turned her head around and begged him to kiss her. He leaned forward and kissed her like he loved her. He really did feel guilty.

A week went by since the fair incident, but things weren't the same like before. Shinsou wasn't distracted by his phone anymore and he no longer left without warning. He was present. Way to present for someone who a week ago was madly in love with his girlfriend. You weren't bothering with starting any interactions with him, you mostly spend your day ignoring him by talking with others. You thought he would take the hint, you wanted nothing to do with him, but he apparently made it his goal to butt into every conversation you had that day.

"Thats so cool y/n! I didn't know that the Shishido agency-"

"Say Midoriya, do you think you could help me out with something quirk related?" Shinsou again interrupted your conversation. You have no idea what got into him but he was only doing it to you apparently. Once lunch rolled around it seemed like you could escape him and sit down somewhere populated, maybe if you sat next to Bakugou it would save you from having to deal with him. You got your food and walked towards Bakugous table, unfortunately the table was completely full leaving you with no other choice but to find somewhere else.

"Hey! Y/n!" The voice of the person you dreaded the most spoke out to you. The bitter feeling came back again. Who the fuck did he think he was to trying and speak to you after literal months of ditching you? You ignored the voice and kept walking till you reached the entrance of the cafeteria. You weren't going to stay there and feel invisible, feel toyed with.

You made it to the library and placed your tray down on the floor. You found a little secluded corner that granted you privacy and the ability to peek at people as they walked around. But it wasn't enough, Shinsou found you.

"Hey, Y/n. How are- hey!" You got up from the floor and walked past him. It still hurt. He's now, all of sudden paying you attention after months of being pushed aside. His girlfriend was lucky. What you wouldn't do to have a guy like him pay all of his attention on you.

"I'm talking to you. Stop. Please."

"For what." You stopped walking and turned to face him. Your face gave away everything that you felt. Anger, what else could you feel after your closest friend who you were in love with throws you away.

"I need to talk to you."

"Talk to me? Oh, like how i needed to talk to you all those months ago? Or how about last week, hmm? Talk to me. Fuck off." You turned to leave again but was stopped by Shinsou's hand on your wrist.

"I-i know, im sorry. I should have been a better...friend. Please, can we talk in private?"

"About what?"

"That's why im asking to talk in private. I cant tell you here or now." You wanted to embarrass him. Make him feel like shit in public just like how he did.

The two of you agreed to meet at your dorm room later tonight to talk about whatever Shinsou needed. You just wanted answers as to why he left you. You knew why but it wasn't enough. There had to be more.

Night fell and the two of you met up at your dorm room.

"Are you going to let me inside?"

"No." The both of you were standing outside your dorm room while Shinsou stood in the hall.

"Just- just let me inside. I can't talk to you about this out here." Shinsou hissed. He was trying to keep his voice down, it was the middle of the night and everyone was sleeping, but he was getting frustrated with you because you wouldn't let him inside your dorm.

"Tell me why you want to talk to me and then we'll go inside." You were stubborn but you were willing to compromised, you still fucking liked him and it was killing you how much you were willing to do for him even when he wasn't considerate of you.

"I...it's about Mekoto and I."

"Ok?" Shinsou inhaled and looked you directly in the eyes.

"Mekoto and I broke up. Well, i broke up with her." So that was it. He wanted comfort from you? Why would he think that you would comfort him after he ditched you?

"Again, ok? How is this my problem?"

"Can i please come in and explain?!" Shinsou was starting to get desperate. He needed to spill everything out to you.

"...fine." You moved to the side and allowed him to walk into your dorm room. The moment you closed the door to your room, Shinsou was on you. He pulled you into him and started rambling off about this or that, never truly stopping for breath.

"Shi-Shinsou, stop. Breath." You pushed him away from you. You didn't miss the sad look Shinsou had to him. He grabbed on to your hand and caressed it. He wanted to touch you, wanted to know that you were actually there. He wanted to do more with you.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm a bit of a mess right now." He squeezed your hand and continued.

"Mekoto is not my girlfriend anymore. I broke up with her a few days ago."

"Thats unfortunate." You moved away from him, taking your hand back. So he truly wanted you to comfort him. What a fucking dick.

"Yeah, it is. Can you please listen to me?"

"Listen to you? Listen to you? If you want comfort go to someone else. I'm not your friend, remember. You ditched me, go find someone else to fucking listen to you!" You walked towards your door to open it and push Shinsou out but he beat you to it. He slammed you against the door and held on to you.

"Please, don't kick me out. I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." He began to cry and tremble as he held on to you. Shinsou lost his chance with you and now you were going to kick him out of your life completely. He realized he ignored you, that he replaced you. He used Mekoto as an outlet for his pining. He was such a shitty person who played with the emotions of others in order to make up for the lack of romantic interest he received from you.

"What do you mean "break up"! Did this mean nothing to you!" Mekoto grabbed onto his forearm, nails digging into him. She was desperate to keep him with her. He was her first and in her mind, he was going to be her only. She planned out their futures together, everything, absolutely everything she ever did and wanted to do was going to be with him. And here he was, leaving her.

"Mekoto, please. Our relationship wasn't good, it felt wrong at times-"

"I-I FUcking let you cum inside me y-you dick!!! I let you touch me like no-one else did before!"

"Mekoto, please-"

"STOP! PleaSE STOP!! We were good together, perfect! I gave you my first...everything and now YOU WANT TO GO?! Hitoshi-"

"Don't call me that."

"WHY!? Why did you never let me call you by your name?! You call me by mines!?" He was everything to her so why...

"There...theres someone else." In that moment her world shattered. She wanted everything with him, but he never wanted the same thing with her.

"who." It wasn't question, it was a demand. Who was the unlucky person who captured Shinsou's attention. Why. Fucking who?

"...don't worry about it."

"I don't care, just tell me who it is so i can avoid the both of you."

"I didn't sleep with them. I'm just stupid and...they were never going to reciprocate my feelings. So i started dating you thinking that...maybe...she would... oouuuugggghhh. I really don't know what i thought what would happen."

"alright, well you can tell her that i wish her the best."

"huh?"

"it's an unfortunate reality to have to deal with you."

"Please...please don't kick me out... please y/n, please." You didn't mean to look at him as he cried to you, but you couldn't help it. He was hanging on to you, begging for you to answer back at him. You couldn't help but tear up a little. This was the guy you were pinning for since your first year at UA. Since you got to speak with him and truly see him as himself. That fucking smile that he gave you that made you heart skip a beat.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He'd fallen onto his knees as he begged, his legs giving out under him from the overwhelming wave of emotions he was facing.

"please..." You sighed and closed the semi opened door, locking it.

"Get up and sit on the bed." He stood and walked over to your bed, the entire time his legs threatening to collapse under him again. You were willing to listen to him which was good enough for him. Once he sat down he grabbed one of your pillows and held it up to his chest. You hadn't given him any reassurance. He needed you. Is this how Mekoto felt as he just told her that it wasn't working out?

"Alright, here." You handed him a tissue box.

"Now spill it out." He inhaled deeply again and finally opened up.

"I dated Me- i used Mekoto as a way to deal with my own feelings." He gulped down the saliva that built up in his mouth. His eyes red and brimming with tears. If the situation was different, you would've have said that he looked pretty crying his eyes out for you. But you don't have him tied up begging for you to fuck him.

"I-i didn't mean- to use her like that and- fuck! I'm-" He struggled to spill it out. He needed to or he'll forever need to shut up and live with the fact he never told you.

"Goddamn it! Y/n, i love you. I love you! I love- please..." He held on to you again, He gripped onto you hard. Your wrist now bearing his hand print. You couldn't help but cry at the scene in front of you. The boy you had pinned for was now confessing his undying love to you at the same time he confessed to have broken his ex's heart. This wasn't how you wanted to get back at him, you didn't mean for Mekoto to end up heartbroken and miserable. That wasn't the point of having Bakugou help you play your game.

"No you don't."

"I DO! Please, Y/n. I can't i...i'm sorry, i fucked up severely and seeing you with fucking- with Baku- just- i couldn't deal with it." You didn't want to deal with this anymore. It was to much. You used your quirk to calm him down and had him fall asleep. You needed time to think about all of this. An escape would be useful right now.

When morning came Shinsou was alone in his room, almost like the events of last night hadn't happened at all. The only thing that made him feel assured that what he did last night actually happened was the weight that he felt on his back and head. His eyes felt heavier than usual and he could feel the stiffness of the tear tracks on his face. He lost you, what else is he suppose to do now.

"Mommmyyyyy...please..." You had Bakugou bouncing on your strap on as you increase the vibrations on the vibrating cock ring. His nipples were perked and a rosy red with his hands tied up.

"Does baby boy like bouncing on mommy’s cock?"

“Yeeeeeesssss~” You didn’t stay in your dorm last night but instead at Bakugous. You asked him if you could sleep in his room, which he happily agreed to do, and dragged you to his bed to cuddle with you. He was always cuddly after sex but in that moment he viewed this as a small victory. You came to him for comfort and safety.

“M-momm-yyyyy uuahnhhh, s-toooop thin-kking!” You regained focus and slammed your hips into Bakugous greedy hole. You pulled in and out at a brutal pace causing Bakugou to roll his eyes into the back of his skull. You made Bakugou stick his tongue out like a good little slut as you placed nipple clamps on him and yanked at the leash around his neck. You forced him to come closer to you, licking his tongue when he was finally in reach.

“Such a good boy! You deserve a prize. Do you want your prize, Suki?"

"YYEEEEEESSSSSS! PLEASEEEE MOOOOMMMYYYY!" You pulled on the leash again, wrapping it around your hand, and kissed him.

"Good boy." You picked up your legs and placed your feet flat on the bed. With the new leverage you started to slam your hips upwards into Bakugous hole, causing him roll his eyes back and twitch on top of you. His cries were stuck in his throat, incapable of being let out because of the pleasure that he was receiving from his abused prostate. The light seeping into the room from the gap in the curtains wrapped over both of your bodies. Bakugou appeared like a greek god, Apollo to be specific. Falling gracefully from the pleasure you were giving him.

You ran your free hand over this muscular body, caressing the dips in between each of the planes. It was a loving gesture, one that Bakugou couldn't stop relishing in. You looked at him like he defined your life, like you loved him. He pretended that just for a moment you truly did feel the same way as him. That you wanted to spend the rest of forever with him. He started crying, you looked so beautiful with the streaks of sunlight hitting your face. The way it illuminated your features and made you look ethereal.

"PpppleeeeaaaaAAAASsseeee aaaAAAAAAghhhh." He knew that the more he did this with you, the more he allowed you to fuck him senseless and made him feel weightless, the more you gave him the more he would fall into this delusion of love. He grabbed the hand that was roaming his body and intertwined his own with yours. He leaned forward, his back relaxing from the arched position it was in. Your hips still bucking into him making him blink causing the tears in his eyes to slip down his face.

You both were lost in your sex fueled haze that you didn't notice the time. Classes had already started and everyone was on a move on. Once the two of you finished, Bakugou wanted nothing but to stay in his dorm to rest. You told him that he could stay if he wanted and you could cover by saying that he'd gotten sick the night prior. He thanked you for the help and you left to the showers.

The women's bathroom was eerily silent, usually you would find music playing and idle chit chat. Since everyone was already in class, you were left to do as you wish in the large space. You began to undress, washing yourself before going into a shower stall. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings when you all of a sudden felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist.

"Bakugou, i thought you were-" You turned around to look at Bakugou, but he wasn't the person wrapping themselves around you.

"So thats where you went." Shinsou looked at you with bloodshot eyes. He wasn't angry, no, the expression was more sad than anything else.

"I don't know why i thought i had a chance with you. You were always strong and powerful, makes sense you're attracted to someone like that as well." He didn't move and he made no effort to let go. Instead, he held onto you with an even tighter grip. He placed his nose on the top of your head and inhaled.

"What? Shinsou, let go. I'm not the mood to deal with you." You always dreamed of this. Having him hold you and show you affection in an intimate level, this was suppose to be it.

"Please...please tell me if you and Bakugou are a thing. If you are, then i'll never bother you again."

"Whats this really about? No normal friend would barge into the bathroom to ask a stupid question." he pulled back a little and looked you dead in the eyes.

"I thought i made it clear that i don't care about this as a "friend". I want more with you." He leaned down, the gab between your faces barely existing.

"I need to know."

"Why?"

"Because i don't want to ruin your happiness even if i wished it were with me." You both looked at each other. His eyes drooped while he looked at your lips.

"We aren't a thi-" He didn't let you finished. He closed the gap and kissed you feverishly. You'd think he had experience but the reality was he never truly kissed Mekoto. He didn't want that connection. Kissing felt too personal to him, but Mekoto begged to kiss him during their first time. He wanted this with you, a kiss that showed that he wanted you. The fact that you were naked didn't matter to him, he wasn't after some quick fuck with you. He wanted something long term.

"Please. Please let me be yours..." He was asking so sweetly, it was made your stomach churn.

"Alright, you can be mine Shin-"

"Hitoshi, please let me hear you say Hitoshi." Such a good boy, begging for you already. Making demands.

"Hitoshi, Toshi. My Toshi."

"Yours." You pulled him in for another kiss and had him walk into the shower stall with you. He was fully clothed, his shoes leaving dirty track marks as he walked in with you. He was desperate to find you that he didn't bother changing into slippers when he entered the dorms.

You turned on the water, making sure it was warm enough for comfort but not enough to burn. He wouldn't let go of you and kissed you even as he lost his breath. He wanted to keep that connection with you, not caring that he was getting wet in the process.

"You- look- cute- stop." You laughed as he parted away from you looking like a puppy who's owner just scolded at it.

"Your hair looks so cute like this." You lovingly ran your fingers threw his hair, scratching his scalp causing him to purr.

"My cute kitten." He shivered at the name. He pulled away again, gently pulling at his now flattened wet hair.

"You like it like this?"

"Yep." He looked at you and smiled. His eyes full with so much adoration it was difficult not to kiss him again. You didn't need to speak, he would do and follow anything you asked from him. He wanted everything you were willing to give. He just wanted to be with you.

"Don't change anything just to please me. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to do, ok kitten?"

"Yeeees." Shinsou slurred his words. The scratching of his scalp mixed with the hand that managed to make it inside of this pants was driving him insane.

"Mommy, please let me service you." He knelt down and allowed the water to hit his back. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards his mouth. The first time he tasted you sent him. He's fully aware that your sex wouldn't taste or smell like cotton candy or roses but you were still amazing. You tasted so well it made him crave for more. He parted your labia and licked at you. You tasted great, so great that he buried his entire face in. He wanted to be closer, he didn't want to lose a single drop of the fluids you produced.

"Good boy Toshi. Why don't you stuck your tongue inside." He gladly lowered himself even more to reach your entrance and slowly introduced his tongue inside of you. The wet muscle moved around inside of you with fever. It felt amazing and with the amount of moaning he was doing, it only cause the vibrations to turn you on even more.

"Good kitten! haaAAAaaahhhhh." You grabbed the back of his head and pushed him closer to you. He clearly was losing his breath but he wasn't going to stop willingly. If he had to go, what better way than in between your legs.

You came and he drank all of your release. He rubbed your clit gently, helping you through your orgasm. Your legs shook violently and nearly caused you to fall onto the tiled floor. Shinsou held you up and carried you back to your dorm. Once there he tried to grab a towel to dry you off but you had other plans.

"Kitten. Get on the bed on all fours." He went to your bed but before he could do what you asked him to, you were already behind him pushing him down.

"Ass up." He slowly raised his ass but it wasn't quick enough. You slapped him, hard, leaving a hand print on his butt.

"I said ass up kitten." You hissed out.

"S-ssoorrryyy mommyyyy." You took the strap on that was closest to you and put it on.

"Have you ever used your fingers kitten?"

"Y-yyyyeess mommy."

"Alright, i'm not going to prep you but i will go slow at first." You lubed up the dildo and lined yourself to his entrance. He closed his legs together which wasn't going to do for you.

"Open up your legs!" You hit him again, this time on the upper thigh.

"O-ookAAAAAyyy!" He parted his legs now allowing you to see his cock hang in between them. He was thick and bit above average. You liked that he didn't hesitate to show himself to you.

You grabbed the strap and slowly pressed it into his star shaped hole.

"You ready kitten?"

"y-yeee-" You slammed your hips into him causing him to momentarily see white. He felt so full. The strap was big, bigger then any of the toys he bought for himself or the once Mekoto used on herself when he wouldn't get her off. It felt heavy inside of him but he also adored that it filled him up and reached beyond the point his own toys would get to.

"M-mmooo-mmy, m-mmyy s-to-mmach." He used his left arm to support himself as he used the other to touch his abdomen. He could feel a small bulge there and he began to croon. He loved it. He loved being so full of his mommy's cock.

"Awww, does my Toshi have a bulge in his tummy? Does he want mommy to fuck him full?" He nodded his head hurried and pushed back against you, almost if asking for you to go ahead and destroy his insides.

He was a moaning wreck underneath you. He took your cock like a good kitten, begging for more of it no matter how may times he's already came. You were now "balls deep" inside him, helping him milk out his most recent orgasm.

"You did so well, maybe you should get something extra for all of your effort." You pulled out of him, leaving him whimpering from the loss of fullness inside of his body.

"W-wha-t dooo y-yyouu m-me-an?" His eyes immediately widened when you turned him over and pushed him backwards onto the bed. His back was flat on the mattress with his legs apart and cock laying on top of his stomach. His cum was smeared all over his abdomen, the muscles creating this pretty scene of cascading cum trailing from above his belly button to the tip of his cock.

"I'm going to give you a grand finally to our "honeymoon" Toshi." He watched as you used your fingers to spread your pussy open, fingers wet with your own release. You were on top of him, lining yourself up with his cock to take him inside of you.

“F-fuck! Momm-yy, plea-se!” You plunged yourself on him, taking in everything he had. You saw stars as you started to bounce on his cock while Shinsou laid there gasping for air. You were so warm and inviting, tight. Everything was so perfect but he could already feel himself getting close to his end. He wanted to last longer for you. You were clearly having the best time if your life taking him in and out of you at a violent pace, but he just couldn’t keep up.

“M-momm-y. I’m go-nnnnaaaaAaaaa c- cum!”

“Then d-don it! Cum f- for me Toshi!” He came inside of you, grabbing you tightly by the hips and pulling you down onto him. He gasped and choked for air, you knocked so much out of him it was magnificent. Shinsou desperately searched for your hand as his back arched, wanting to pull you closer. Once he did, he held you in his arms as his hips twitched and buckled into your soaked pussy.

“I l-love you. I love you. I love you.” He chanted in your ear over and over again. It wasn’t how he would say it to Mekoto. When he spoke to you, he would say it softly, gentle even. Like he wanted you to truly believe him. Believe fully that his affection was true and genuine. With Mekoto, he would say it as she rode him in the backseat of his car, there was no emotion other then the lust for the actions they were both participating in. Here, he was telling you his deepest secret. He was yours to have and keep. To destroy if you so wanted to.

“I know…I-“ You took your time to breath in and out. Trying to get your air intake back to normal before continuing.

“I love you too.” Shinsous eyes filled with new tears. His chest started to shake as he pulled you closer to him, his grip firm around your body.

“Thank you…I promise to be the best boyfriend to you. The best…anything you want me to be.” He’s cried to you before. The menial things in life to the bigger events such as him transferring into the hero course. He’s always comes to back to you. Not because he’s dependent of you, but because you’re everything he’s ever wanted. His other half.

You both stayed together, bodies still connected and hands interlaced with one another’s. You both didn’t care about the world around you or the what would come later on after this moment was broken. You were both one. No longer friends but more then that. Both of you vowing to fight for each other no matter what. Your futures have never looked brighter.

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a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

“This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.” Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside.

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor.

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone.

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind.

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush.

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?”

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does, saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.”

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit. “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?” You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!” Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.” Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out.

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?”

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you, gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?” Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.” Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you.

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.” As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.” The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath. Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth. You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

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bakugostiddies · 3 years ago

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Please god do a villain!au with Todoroki 🧎‍♂️ I usually don't like those but omfg with him it would totally work

Absolutely. This turned into a 4k word fic, but I am too attracted to this man to be ashamed.

Icarus | Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, temperature play, impact play, kind of dub-con but not really, degradation, praise, villain!au, corruption kink, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina and breasts.

NSFW | 18+

You had fucked up.

The room was dark and dank, eerily quiet save for the sound of your breathing. You looked around frantically, struggling to break loose from the bonds that held you. Shit. Shit. Shit.

As your eyes adjusted, you noted that there was a door ahead of you, a steel one with two deadbolt locks. You could feel a metal chair beneath you, rattling each time you moved even slightly. Your arms and legs were restrained by some sort of extremely strong fabric, but your mouth was unrestricted. Shit. Shit. What was Endeavor going to say? You were still just his sidekick, but this was your first big operation and you blew it completely. He would kill you when you got back, you just knew it. Endeavor took his temper out on you even when you did well, which meant you had no clue what he would do to you after a fuckup this bad. Shit.

Calm down, Y/N, you told yourself mentally. You were safe and unharmed, so maybe they just wanted information. You attempted to activate your teleportation quirk, but it didn’t work. What happened? You could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. You didn’t want to die here, after being kidnapped by some asshole who wouldn’t even fight you face to face.

“If you’re wondering why you can’t use your quirk, we just took it away for a while.”

A voice emerged from the shadows of the room, soft and almost velvety. You flinched. You hadn’t even realized someone was here. How could you have missed something so obvious? You felt like a shitty fucking hero.

“Who are you?” You said after a moment.

“Im surprised you didn’t recognize me. Well, I suppose it is a bit dark in here.”

And suddenly with the flick of a match, the voice became a man and the shadows around the room came to life. You swallowed harshly, all of the moisture in your mouth gone. The man stalked towards you with a sureness of a predator and stopped a few feet away from where you were sat in the metal chair. You looked up at his two toned hair, his strong, rugged figure in the flickering light. He wore a suit not too different from that of a hero’s, but he was tinged with scorch marks and small icy spikes. He looked like he was made of fire.

“Well?” He said it softly, but there was a hint of malice in his tone. “Who am I?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, your body almost paralyzed with fear. You knew who he was, of course you did. He was the one who helped blew up that building on the case you were on a month ago. He was the one who ambushed those (kind of sleazy) businessmen on their way to a cartel. He was the one who’s name was whispered in fear and awe on the nations’ streets. He was standing right in front of you, looking… bored?

The man sighed and fiddled with his match. “Hurry it up, hero, I don’t have all day.”

You spoke almost inaudibly. “You’re Icarus.”

He smiled slightly and a chill ran down your spine.

“See? That wasn’t too hard.”

He moved a bit closer to you and leaned down, his heterochromatic eyes almost level with your own. A single gloved hand moved to touch your chin with his thumb and index finger, moving your head from side to side with a feather-light touch. You hoped he couldn’t feel how scared you were, how your body seethed and rejected his very presence.

He finally released your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Icarus removed a single glove and touched his fingers gently to the match. It went out without smoke or a flicker, just a gentle hiss of frozen silence. The room was dark again, and he was moving, knocking on one of the walls.

“Turn on the lights, Red Riot.”

Your eyes widened. Red Riot? Wasn’t he the pro-hero who became a villain after Dynamight? Holy shit, was Dynamight here? Icarus interrupted your train of thought as the lights flickered on almost menacingly. You noted your surroundings carefully, seeing a bed in the corner, a small table, and another chair. The room looked less like a prison and more like a shitty motel suite.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He sat down in a chair across from you, leaning forward with his arms on his thighs and his legs spread slightly.

“I don’t know, Icarus.”

“Heres a hint; it has something to do with your boss.”

“Endeavor?”

You could feel bile rushing up your throat but you swallowed it down. The man before you clenched his jaw rigidly, as if it pained him to hear the name, but returned to normal so quickly you might have imagined it.

“You’re a bright one. Yes, hero, the very same. And do you have any idea on what he’s planning to do, say, sometime in the next six months?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His tone was harsher now and he got out of his chair, moving closer to you again. You felt so small under his scrutiny, yet drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like Icarus himself to the sun.

“You see, I’m the only reason you’re alive. And if you want to keep your pretty little head-“ he circled around behind you- “you will listen to what I say.” His voice was barely a whisper in your ear, and your voice hitched in your throat.

“Do you understand?” He asked, straightening up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

This was so goddamn humiliating, like your first day working with Endeavor all over again. With him, it was always a yes, sir, no, sir, please don’t make me work weekends, sir. But you swallowed your pride again and spat it out.

“Yes… sir.”

“A hero that obeys commands, what a find,” he said tauntingly. “But you could stand to lose that attitude.”

You wanted to slap him, to beat him up to the point of him being bruised and bloody and broken and then have him call you sir instead. God, if only you could teleport out of these fucking restraints-

“You’re thinking about using your quirk, correct?” It was like the asshole could read your mind.

“You can’t. Aizawa Sensei took yours away. You know him as Eraser-head.”

Fuck, Eraser-head was here too? All of the biggest villains were gathered here together and you- you could do nothing.

“So I’ll ask you again. What are Endeavor’s plans?”

At that moment, you made yourself a promise; that you would not let Icarus win. Little did you know that you would break that promise a thousand times over.

———-

Two days later:

———-

“Did Endeavor tell you about the attacks?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come on now, you can tell me. I won’t hurt you.”

“...”

“Still no response? No matter, I have time to get it out of you.”

———-

Seven days later:

———-

“Still not talking, hero?

Look at that, the silent treatment.

I never thought an adult could be so petty. Just tell me where I can get more information.

Nothing?

Okay. Eat your soup, I can’t have you dying on me before you start talking.

And hero? You will have to open your mouth sooner or later.”

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16 days later:

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“Cut the bullshit, hero. We know he has plans for a big attack sometime during the next six months, so either Deku is wrong, or you are lying to my face. And Deku’s never wrong.”

“Well, I guess he’s wrong this time.”

“Then I guess we’ll return you since this has all just been one big mishap.”

“Really?”

“No. You aren’t the smartest, are you?”

“Maybe my brain will somehow recall something about this totally real attack you think is happening if you give me better food?”

“Don't be a brat, hero. I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I had known you would be so inconvenient.”

“Whatever you say, sir.”

————

20 days later:

————

“Thanks for the bread, sir. It's quite an upgrade for a kidnapped person’s shitty meal.”

“You have low standards, hero.”

“Hey, why do you call me that?”

“What, hero?”

“Yeah. I have a name, you know. It's-“

“I know what your name is.”

“Okay, Jeez. If you knew it, then why not use it? Plus, I’m not even a hero yet. I’m still technically just a shitty sidekick who’s totally blown it on my first solo mission. I’m never going to be a pro at this rate, I might as well just give up.”

“I think you’re good.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re powerful and good at using your quirk. You have a lot of assets and it’s a shame your talent is wasted on Endeavor and the fools at the pro-hero agencies. It was difficult to actually catch you off guard, to get past your guards, to make sure your quirk was out of commission. And we are very strong.”

“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t thank me, hero. I’m just stating the obvious.”

————

25 days later:

————

“Why is your name Icarus?”

“It's not my real name.”

“Well no shit, dude. I'm asking why you chose it.”

“Icarus was a boy who followed his father’s instructions perfectly, but the moment he strayed from the path set out for him, he was punished, scalded by the flames of the sun, and cast away. But I think it was worth it for him in the end.”

“Why?”

“Because he was free. Because Icarus flew, and he was able to be his own person, even if it was just for a moment.”

“Do you feel like Icarus?”

“Most of the time I do, yes.”

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think that right now, you’re flying or cast away?”

“At this very moment, I think I am flying.”

“You know what? I think so too.”

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29 days later:

————

“So what’s your real name, sir?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?”

“Classified. Also, I don’t need you to know my name.”

“But you know mine!”

“That's because you’re a prisoner, in case you’ve forgotten. You are almost unnervingly at ease here.”

“I’ve met three people so far and you have all given me no reason to fear.”

“Really? Not even Dynamight?”

“His hair makes me laugh. Plus, I can’t take airheads with overinflated egos seriously.”

“I agree with that assessment wholeheartedly.”

“You agree with my assessment- Sir, you sound like an old man.”

“I’m only three years older than you, you know.”

“Really? But you have all of these wrinkles?”

“I do not have wrinkles.”

“Fine, frown lines then.”

“That makes it sound like I don’t smile.”

“Well, you don’t!”

“It’s hard to find things to smile about.”

“God, you’re such an Edgelord.”

“What do you mean by that? hero, stop laughing.”

“You are definitely an old man.”

————

30 days later:

————

There had been a new development a couple of days ago in the kidnapping situation. You could feel your quirk again, which meant a lot of things. It meant you weren’t here against your will anymore, that you were free to go. Yet you remained. You still stayed in the same room with Icarus checking in on you in the afternoons. However, it had been given furniture- a desk and more comfortable chairs, a small rug on the floor, and thicker blankets. It was almost like you weren’t even a prisoner anymore. You could always leave, you reasoned. You could teleport out of here. Your quirk was back, and yet you stayed.

The other villains had taken a liking to you for reasons beyond your comprehension, but all it meant was that you were never short on company. Dynamight would burst in to complain about how Deku always got the best missions, Red Riot would bring in a deck of cards and the two of you would play go fish or bluff, even Deku would occasionally check up on you and make sure you were comfortable. But your afternoons? They were always set aside for your favorite visitor- Icarus.

...

“You haven’t answered my question about your name yet.”

You were sitting on the cot in your almost room, feet dangling off the edge and swinging back and forth. Icarus was sitting on his chair again, but lazily, with his arms locked behind his head and his legs precariously balanced against the edge of the bed.

“You haven’t answered any of my questions since you got here, so I don’t believe you have a right to complain.”

He was right, of course. He always was. But technically, he was equally at fault in this case. He was the one who sucked at interrogation, so much so that you took pity on his colleagues. They would have to deal with his lack of results.

You weren’t complaining, however. You enjoyed talking to him, looking at him, being in his presence. It was a stupid crush to have, but you didn’t care. He was beautiful to look at, the way his biceps curled behind his head, the lean toughness of his body, the sheer strength he possessed. Your eyes trailed down his sprawling figure, tracing each indent and dip and curve of his skin in your mind.

“Are you finished staring at me?” His words jerked you out of your stupor and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I-I wasn’t- I didn’t-“ you babbled until he stopped you.

“Don’t worry, it’s only natural to find me… appealing. You haven’t spent time with anyone else for a very long time.”

You almost screamed on the spot, burying your face in your hands. You peeked out between your splayed fingers to look at him, seemingly unbothered save for the slight pink tinge hidden beneath his bangs.

“How can you say things like that, sir?”

“Like what?”

“Uhm, never mind.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. He was so, so dense, it was a wonder he even noticed you basically eye-fucking him. You felt the cot creak beside you and a slight dip in the weight. Icarus had seated himself beside you on the small bed and was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“I did not mean to shame you for your gaze, hero.”

He said it gently and kindly. It would be almost romantic if not for the situation you were in. You remained silent, so he continued.

“I believe it is normal for you to feel this way towards someone who has been in such close quarters with you for so long a time. You should be glad that you still have these urges.”

You suppressed a groan. This felt like having the sex talk with your parents all over again. “Sir-“

“-in fact, everyone feels them!”

He was rambling, oh god you needed him to shut up-

“I feel them for you all the time, and I’m completely normal.”

And suddenly, the air changed between you into something charged and heated.

“You… have urges around me?” You wanted to hear him say it again, just once, but he turned away from you, tensing up and rising from his seat awkwardly. His face was stony and his hair covered his eyes like bicolored curtains. There suddenly was space between the two of you, some insurmountable gap that could not be bridged.

“I apologize deeply. I have misspoken.”

“Sir, wait, you don’t have to leave!” You cried out as he made his way to the door.

“But I do. You don’t deserve this treatment, and it is cruel of me to hurt you in this manner.”

And that was when something broke within you, something that had been holding you together this whole time.

“No.”

He turned around, almost scared by the anger in your voice.

“This is when you decide to stop? You have literally kidnapped me, interrogated me, left me in all but isolation, for a fucking month. You took me from everything that I wanted and everyone that I love and yet, and YET, I wanted you. Goddamn it, I still want you. I don’t understand why. So don’t apologize to me for misleading me or whatever bullshit excuse you’ve decided to use as a sheild. Apologize for everything you have done to me, you fucking cunt.”

And then your voice broke and you could feel the tears rushing to your eyes, your vision turning glassy as your chest heaved with sobs. You could feel yourself slipping away, your breaths growing shallow and your body shaking. Why did you stay here? Why didn’t you leave when you could? What was the point, if Icarus didn’t even want you?

And then, suddenly, you felt warm.

Icarus, sir, whoever the fuck he was, was holding you tightly in his arms, head dipped down into the crook of your neck, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. He was your sun. And he could scorch you again and again but you would still be drawn to him.

Your panic died down and you wept for the first time since you arrived. The two of you sank down to the floor, his apologies muttered swiftly and quietly against your skin. You were in his lap now, your body curled up into a ball in his embrace, one of his palms cupping your face. He turned you slightly towards him.

His eyes were wet too, but only slightly, and his fingers were thumbing at the tears on your cheeks. One of them got close to the corner of your mouth and slowly but surely, with almost childlike fascination, he pushed the tip of it in. Your tongue ran along the edges of it, the salty taste leaving you wanting more.

And slowly, Icarus leaned forward, his lovely face the closest you had ever been to him. He removed his finger from your mouth and kissed you instead, gently, and then all at once.

It was a furious kiss, on that burned and heated a cold room. You could feel teeth and tongue and hot tears, a clashing finale of a kiss. It was against your lips that he murmured his name.

“My name is Todoroki Shouto.”

He said it softly, leaving your lips to place open-mouthed kisses on your neck that left you moaning and had wetness pooling between your legs. But suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

“Todoroki? As in-“

He kissed you again to silence as you felt the questions racing through your head. Endeavor was Todoroki Enji, right? But he had never mentioned having kids to you? Was Shouto lying to you? Why did he want to destroy his father? And how were you-

“Shh.” Shouto tapped his forehead to yours. “Let me take care of you.”

Fuck it. The questions could wait.

Shouto reached down to pull off your shirt and groaned at the sight of you. He looked at you in wonder.

“You- hero, you make me feel like I’m on fire.” He said it with such sincerity that you nearly cried again were it not for his palming of your breasts, his burning fingertips tweaking your nipples and making you whimper slightly.

“I am so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through-“ you were placed on the bed- “I’m sorry for taking you away-“ He was kneeling, fucking kneeling, between your legs- “but most of all-“ fuck, he placed hot kisses on your stomach as he pulled your pants down-

“I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do this sooner.”

And with that, his tongue was lapping at you through your panties, new ones that the villains had provided for you, with reckless abandon. Your hands tugged at his hair and you heard his hum of a chuckle as a vibration on your pussy. There was pressure, so much pressure from him against you, like nothing you had felt before, and when he finally pushed your panties aside, they were soaking wet.

Shouto looked up at you for a moment, meeting your gaze with his own, eyes sparkling with desire. And then, without a word, He pressed a small kiss to your clit that had you jolt slightly before he dove in. He had you moaning within seconds, his tongue lapping at your folds before swirling around your clit. You felt yourself reaching a climax- it was too good and too fast and too much and- Shouto pushed a finger inside you and crooked it slightly and you began humping your hips upwards as he nursed at your clit. Your climax was swift and powerful, but he didn’t move throughout it. Even as you came down from your high, his mouth planted on you and his finger gently pumped in and out. Shouto added one more easily, and you swore you saw stars when he began thrusting. He fucked you with his fingers, marveling at your reactions, the sounds you made, your pussy pulling him in.

“Fuck, hero, you’re so wet. Is this all for me? Have you gotten off to me fucking you like this in this bed?”

You moaned loudly and Shouto removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. There was a dark look in his eyes that you remembered from the first day you arrived.

“Answer me, hero.”

You nodded your head slightly, but that wasn’t enough for him. He rose to his feet and without warning, he smacked your clit. You squealed loudly from the stimulation, the pain turning into pleasure quickly. His palm was cold as ice, and you squirmed dumbly against his touch.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, yes, sir, I’ve thought about you fucking me everywhere in this room-“

Shouto’s palm reverted back to his normal temperature and you sighed with relief as he cupped your pussy and rubbed it gently.

“What a good, slutty, hero. Have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

You blushed slightly and hid your face behind your hands. God, this was embarrassing. Of course you had gotten off to the thought of him, but to say it out loud was a different feeling altogether.

You took too long and Shouto spanked your clit again. You let out a shriek and tried to wriggle away from him, but he just pulled you closer.

“I want to see your face, doll.” You whimpered at the new pet name. “Now, have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

“Y-yes sir-”

“Y-yes s-sir-‘ so shy for someone who wants a villain to fuck your hero pussy into behaving.” he palmed himself over his trousers, letting out a little huff of pleasure. “I want to, shit, want to fucking ruin you.”

Shouto pulled you to him as your hips thrust desperately against the air.

“Yes sir! Want you to fuck me, want you inside me-“

He groaned and humped into you, the metal of his belt buckle catching against your clit and making you flinch with overstimulation. Shouto noticed and pulled you closer as he stood at the side of the bed, your back flat against the mattress and your hips arched upwards to meet his bulge. He rutted into you again, forcing your pussy to kiss the metal of the buckle once more. You felt your body seizing up, your orgasm building inside you, and Shouto, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, pressed his buckle harder against you.

The longer it stayed there, the more it heated up, almost more pain than pleasure, until Shouto wrapped your legs around his waist and thrust against you. There was a wet patch on his pants and you kept shrinking away from the burning hot metal that teased at your clit.

“You have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell-” He managed to spit out, “I’m not even inside you and you’re dripping all over me like a bitch in heat-”

He continued to hump you roughly, each time more forceful than the last until you came loudly as Shouto pushed your body into the belt buckle. “No more, Shouto, please, no more- its too much-”

“Too much for you already, hero? I haven’t even come yet. And you- how many times have you reached your climax today?”

You almost screamed with frustration- how were you supposed to know, you didn't fucking keep track-

“I can tell you, brat.” He grabbed your waist and flipped you easily onto your stomach. You were completely exposed to him now, unable to see his face, out of control entirely.

“You have come three fucking times. That doesn’t feel very fair to me, does it? Do you want my cum inside you?”

You buried your face into your pillow, and he pushed down slightly on your lower back, creating an arch. You startled when he teased his cockhead against the surface of your pussy, wetness coating his dick.

“Shouto, I want your cum-”

His palm came down hard on your asscheek, forcing a gasp out of you as he rubbed it softly with his palms. He leaned closer towards you, his voice whispering in your ear.

“Then beg.”

And, with your voice muffled by the pillow, you followed his orders.

“Sir, fuck me, please, please- I need you inside me, I need you to cum for me, please- Shouto, Daddy-“

Your begging got cut off by him thrusting into you. You screamed and he shushed you gently, holding your hand with his own. “Do you think you can take the rest of it?”

The rest of it? There was more? You looked over your shoulder and nearly passed out. You had barely taken half of his length and you were already completely filled up. But… you wanted to feel him, all of him, so you muttered a soft “yes.”

“Okay, baby, take it easy…” he eased a couple more inches into you before you tightened up, your pussy clenching and back arching as he slid in. “Oh fuck,” Shouto groaned. “Do that one more time and I won’t be able to hold back.”

And of course, you grinned. And proceeded to clench yourself around his length again.

Shouto nearly growled. “I warned you, hero.”

And then, he thrust into you. Hard. And he kept going, pumping in and out of your body like a machine, his thumb rubbing against your clit and his other hand on your leg. You are screaming and crying and babbling on about how good his cock is, how good you felt, how this is what you wanted. And Shouto? The cocky bastard was gloating.

“Look at you, such a good slut on my cock. Are you crying? God, thats so fucking hot. I’ve got a cute little hero crying on my dick. I know you can use your quirk now, Hero, I know Aizawa sensei returned it to you. Did you stay because you wanted me to fuck you like this? Did you want to be corrupted?”

“Yes,” you’re almost incoherent, “yes, ruin me, make me a villain, I wanna be a villain!”

Shouto slows his pace for a moment. “You would leave Endeavor? Leave the agency?”

“Yes, I would, Shouto, fuck, anything for you-”

He slapped the inside of your thigh before resuming his pace again. You had never felt so full before, his dick reaching places within you that you didn’t even know existed. His palms gripped the sides of your hips so tightly you thought you might bruise, tiny burn marks already forming in the place of his fingertips. You were close, so close, your tears and drool spilling over your pillow and your body limp and helpless before him. Shouto felt you clenching around him, completely spent.

“Do you want to cum again? What a greedy pussy you have, hero, a needy little cumdump.”

You couldnt get words out, croaking out your mumbled yeses and nodding your head vigorously. He pounded even harder into you and reached around your thighs to your clit, rubbing it in tiny circles as he fucked you. You could feel your climax building for the fourth time and you twitched pathetically beneath him. Finally, Shouto pinched your clit slightly and you came with a wail of his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, but he was slower now, his strokes hitting you deeper than before.

“Do, fuck- do you want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

Shouto was hunched over you, his head resting on your back and his arms caging you in so that he was all that surrounded you. His breath came out in cold pants and his thrusts got more and more erratic as he neared his own climax.

“Please, I need you to want this, I need you- shit, I...” You could hear the desperation in his voice, how he yearned for you, and you the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Yes, Daddy! Want you to come inside, fucking breed me-”

“Oh fuck, Y/n-”

And then Shouto came with a groan, his cum splattering your insides with warmth. He pressed kisses to your spine, trailing his fingers down your arms as he turned you to the side. He didn’t pull out of you as he did so, causing you to groan slightly. Finally, he released you and gently removed his dick from where you were connected. Some of his cum oozed out and he pushed it back in with his fingers, trapping his seed within you forever.

The pair of you laid together side by side for a moment, Shouto’s fingers tracing your body with slow, lingering touches as if he was afraid you would shatter the moment he pressed too hard.

You were the one who broke the silence. “ You said my real name.”

“I did. I love your name, Y/n. It just felt... wrong to say it when you were my prisoner. It was easier to distance myself from you if I just thought of you as a random hero. But you’re more than that now.”

You stared straight into his eyes, your hands reaching up to run gently through his silky hair. “I’m not leaving, Shouto. I’m never leaving this place. And I’m not just staying for you- I like it here. The villains like me, and they respect me. You aren’t bad people- if anything, the rest of the world has been far worse than anything or anyone I’ve faced here. It feels like I’m finally home.”

Shouto gathered you into his arms and pressed you tightly to his side. “You will be mine now,” he said almost matter-of-factly.

“And you will be mine as well.” You planted a small kiss to his nose that made his eyelids flutter and a slight blush crawl onto his cheeks.

“You deserve the world, Y/n,” he said hesitantly. “And I am not even close to being good enough for you.”

Shouto’s eyes were downcast and you could see the doubt creeping in. You gently pressed your fingers to his furrowed brows and soothed the wrinkles away. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Put yourself down. You are more than enough for me. And Shouto? I don’t need the world. I already reached my sun.”

He smiled at you then, with no underlying malice, no undertone of darkness. It was blinding. Goddamn it, you would do anything to see that smile for the rest of your life.

“That was terribly cheesy, Y/n.”

“Shut up, Shouto.”

He kissed you, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm. Todoroki Shouto was your sun, and you were his. And even if you both melted away under your flames, it would have been worth the loss.

-Bonus-

2 weeks later:

“So, uhm, Y/n, Todoroki, we were reviewing the footage from Y/n’s old room the other day. While we’re all happy you two are *ahem* together now, maybe you can display your... appreciation for one another in a more private place?” Kirishima was blushing profusely and refused to meet your eyes. Suddenly, it clicked for you.

“WE WERE BEING RECORDED?”

“And?”

“SHOUTO!”

“Ah yes, how horrible and violating, I feel as though I have been exposed indecently without my permission for the perverted public to see. They will be unable to contain themselves when faced with my immeasurably sexy figure.”

“You are NOT being helpful.”

“I beg to differ, Y/n. Kirishima, is there any way you can send me a copy of the tape-”

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A/N: I hope you like this and please let me know if I should do a villain!UA series because I only write under the influence of peer pressure.

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