#and it was extremely embarrassing and shameful for both of them since they were so young

[coldforestnight]

[pucksandpower]

Fairytale

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco!Reader

Summary: Charles Leclerc has everything he could ask for (off the track, at least) including a fairytale romance … except no one actually believes that his girlfriend is really his girlfriend

Charles sighs as he walks into the drivers’ lounge, bracing himself for the inevitable teasing. Ever since he had casually mentioned having a girlfriend, and more specifically who the girlfriend in question is, his friends have been merciless.

“Wow, if it isn’t Prince Charles in the flesh! Back from another romantic getaway with his imaginary princess,” Max laughs as he enters.

“Come on mates, lay off,” Charles pleads half-heartedly. He knows it is useless.

“I just don’t get it,” Lando chimes in. “There’s no shame in admitting that you’re single. We’re racing drivers, we don’t exactly always have time for relationships.”

“Maybe his standards are too high,” Pierre suggests. “He’s actually holding out for real royalty or something.”

The others laugh as Charles feels his face grow warm. If only they believed him.

“You know what you need?” Carlos grins. “A nice Spanish girl to set you up with. My sister’s friend Elena is single, I could give you her number.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I told you, I have a girlfriend. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because we’ve never seen her!” Max exclaims. “You talk about her all the time but she never comes to races or appears in photos. She might as well be a unicorn.”

“Maybe she’s just embarrassed to be seen with Charles,” Lando teases.

Charles frowns, stung by Lando’s words. If only they knew the truth. The reality is that his girlfriend is extremely famous in her own right and values the little privacy she has left too much to be seen at races. Her life is already public enough without adding the scrutiny that anyone connected to a Formula 1 driver inevitably receives on top of it. Besides, she has her own royal duties to attend to.

“Come on guys, that’s unfair,” Pierre says gently, noticing Charles’ discomfort. “If Charles says he has a girlfriend, we should believe him.”

“Thank yo—” Charles starts to say with relief. At least someone is on his side.

“Even if she is imaginary,” Pierre adds with a smirk.

Charles groans and puts his head in his hands as the laughter starts up again. He can’t really blame them for not believing him.

You are basically a fairytale princess — beautiful, elegant, and kind. Not to mention an actual member of the royal family. Her Serene Highness Princess Y/N Grace Stephanie Caroline of Monaco is the type of girl people write epic poems and songs about. Charles can hardly believe his luck that you had chosen him.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Daniel interrupts, taking pity on Charles. “Leave the poor man alone.”

“We’re just joking,” Max says defensively. “Charles knows we don’t mean anything by it.”

Charles gives Max a tight smile. “Sure.”

“Tell you what,” Daniel says, clapping Charles on the shoulder. “Bring your mystery girl to a race soon. We’ll all get to meet her and then you can finally prove these jokers wrong.”

Charles sighs. If only it were that simple. You have been tempted to attend races in the past but the scrutiny both of them would come under is just too much. You treasure the privacy your relationship allows. But maybe Daniel is right. Maybe it is time for you to finally meet his friends. After all, you are the love of his life. There is nothing to hide.

“Alright, deal,” Charles says finally. “I’ll ask her.”

The others exchange surprised looks, not expecting him to agree.

“Can’t wait to meet her,” Carlos says with a wink.

Charles rolls his eyes again but smiles. One way or another, he is going to prove to them that his amazing girlfriend isn’t just a figment of his imagination.

***

Charles is still thinking about you when he is suddenly accosted by Silvia, Ferrari’s Head of Communications, after practice.

“Charles! Just who I was looking for,” she says briskly. “I need to discuss something rather important with you.”

Charles suppresses a groan. Conversations with Silvia are never fun. “What’s up?” He asks with forced cheerfulness.

Silvia lowers her voice. “It’s about your relationship status. We feel it would be beneficial if you were seen dating someone … compatible.”

Charles’ eyebrows shoot up. “Compatible?”

“Yes. A model. Or perhaps an actress. Someone who would look good on your arm and boost your image.”

Charles folds his arms defensively. “What’s wrong with my girlfriend?”

Silvia waves a hand impatiently. “Yes yes, this alleged princess you keep mentioning. The problem, Charles, is that no one has seen her. No one knows if she is actually connected to you in any way. So, as far as we are concerned, for all intents and purposes, you are single.”

Charles frowns. This again. “I keep telling you that she’s really my girlfriend. Y/N is just very private.”

“Private women don’t date Formula 1 drivers,” Silvia says bluntly. “If she really was in a relationship with you, she would be here. But since that is clearly a figment of your imagination, we need to take steps.”

Charles feels his blood boil. How dare Silvia insult his relationship with Y/N? Question their connection?

“Here are profiles of suitable options,” Silvia continues, shoving a surprisingly heavy folder at him. Charles doesn’t open it.

“No.”

Silvia blinks. “No?”

“My relationship with Y/N is off limits,” Charles says firmly. “My personal life is exactly that — personal. Not to be exploited for PR.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Silvia snaps. “This is bigger than you. Your image reflects on Ferrari. We need to be able to control it.”

“No. What you need to do is back off,” Charles shoots back.

Silvia’s nostrils flare. Clearly she isn’t used to such defiance. “Charles, be reasonable—”

“I am being reasonable,” Charles interrupts. “I won’t pretend to date someone just because the team wants me to. I’m with Y/N. I don’t care if you believe me or not.”

Silvia shakes her head in disgust. “You’re making a big mistake. Don’t come crying to me when this blows up in your face.”

She storms off, heels clicking angrily against the floor.

Charles takes a deep breath, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He can’t remember the last time he stood up to Silvia like that. It felt good but also nerve-wracking. He knows she won’t let this go easily.

His phone buzzes and his heart leaps when he sees it’s a text from you.

Heard you had a rough day. Wish I could be there to make it better. I love you 💋

Charles smiles, the tension in his shoulders easing. You always knew just what to say and when to say it.

He quickly types back.

I wish you were here too. No matter what anyone says, they can’t change my feelings for you. I love you so much ❤️

He hits send, imagining your smile as you read his text. It doesn’t matter what his team, the media, or even his fellow drivers think. His relationship with you is real and authentic. Someday he’ll find a way for you to be by his side. But for now, your private moments together are enough.

Charles knows staying with you is the right decision, PR be damned. You are his soulmate — the fairytale princess he never expected to find but thanks God every single day that he did. Your love is worth fighting for. And someday, when the time is right, he’ll finally be able to show the world that what you have together is very real.

***

Charles groans as he notices multiple missed calls from his brothers. He has been avoiding their calls lately, knowing they would just tease him mercilessly about his girlfriend. But he knows he can’t dodge them forever.

Taking a deep breath, he calls Arthur back.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Prince Charles himself, taking time away from his busy schedule of dating princesses to spare a chat with us commoners,” Arthur says slyly upon answering.

Charles rolls his eyes. “Very funny. What do you want?”

“We just wanted to check in on our brother and see how life with Monegasque royalty is treating you,” Lorenzo chimes in. Charles realizes he must be on speaker.

“Oh yes, Princess Y/N,” Arthur says in an exaggerated swoony voice. “Our brother’s one true love since he was 15 years old and had that giant poster of her plastered on his wall.”

Charles feels his face flush. He knows exactly what poster Arthur is referencing — a stunning photo of you in a ballgown from a high society event years ago. Teenage Charles has ripped it out of a magazine and hung it up reverently in his room, gazing at it longingly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he sputters. “I never had a poster.”

“Oh really?” Lorenzo laughs. “I seem to recall you cutting out every picture you could find of her and keeping a little scrapbook.”

Charles cringes internally. Okay, maybe his teenage obsession had been a bit … enthusiastic. But he can’t help that he had recognized you as his dream girl even then.

“Alright, so maybe I had a tiny crush on her,” Charles admits. “But it is not crazy that we ended up together.”

Arthur cackles. “You used to kiss her photos goodnight before going to bed! You were completely obsessed!”

“Remember how he tried to sneak into that royal gala at Salle des Etoiles to see her?” Lorenzo adds. “He was totally insane.”

Charles grimaces at the memory. Okay, not his finest moment.

“Face it Charles, you’ve been in love with the imaginary idea of Princess Y/N since you were in nappies,” Arthur teases. “No shame in admitting she wouldn't even give you the time of day now.”

Charles feels his frustration rising. Why does no one believe him?

“Because your so-called relationship makes no sense!” Lorenzo says, accurately reading his silence. “She’s a literal princess and you’re … you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Charles grumbles. He knows his brothers are just teasing but it still stings.

“Come on, just admit you made the whole thing up to get everyone off your back,” Arthur prods.

Charles sighs loudly. “For the millionth time, what we have is 100 percent real! Just because it seems unlikely doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I don’t care if none of you believe me, I love her and she loves me.”

His brothers are silent for a moment.

“You alright there?” Arthur asks, his voice softening.

“Yes, I just wish everyone would stop questioning my relationship all the time,” Charles admits. “It hurts.”

“We’re only joking Charles, we don’t mean any harm,” Lorenzo says gently.

“I know,” Charles replies. “Doesn’t make it any easier to hear constantly though.”

“You’re right, we took the teasing too far,” Arthur says. “We’ll lay off from now on.”

Charles smiles slightly. “Thanks. And someday soon I will prove to you that it is real.”

His brothers are silent for a moment.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Arthur finally laughs.

Charles groans and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. Clearly nothing he says would convince his stubborn brothers that his relationship with you was real and not merely a childhood fantasy.

“Alright, well, I should get going,” Charles mumbles, eager to get off the phone.

“Chin up, we’re only teasing,” Lorenzo says lightly. “Have fun with your imaginary princess!”

Arthur and Lorenzo explode into more laughter as Charles quickly hangs up, his face burning. Someday, he will prove to them and everyone else that his amazing girlfriend isn’t just a figment of his imagination. No matter how long it takes.

***

Charles sinks into the familiar couch in his sports psychologist’s office, exhausted after a long day on the simulator and endless teasing from his team.

“Rough day out there?” Dr. Anderson asks kindly, noticing the strain on Charles’ face.

“That’s an understatement,” Charles sighs. “The car is just so slow this year. We keep trying new setups and tweaks but nothing helps. And the strategy is somehow even worse than the pace. It’s like the team wants me to fail.”

Dr. Anderson nods sympathetically. “That must be very frustrating. Tell me more about how it’s impacting you.”

Charles launches into a tirade about the endless issues with the car, the incompetent strategists, and the lack of proper communication from his engineers. Dr. Anderson listens patiently, letting him vent his pent-up anger and disappointment.

After a lengthy rant, Charles finally runs out of steam. “Anyway, it’s just been a terrible season,” he concludes glumly.

“I can certainly understand why you feel that way,” Dr. Anderson says. “It sounds like the team is letting you down in many ways.”

Charles nods, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders after unloading. It helps to talk about it with someone whose job is not to judge.

“Is there anything else bothering you lately?” Dr. Anderson asks gently. “Any other sources of stress?”

Charles hesitates. He and Dr. Anderson have been working together for years, ever since he joined Ferrari. He knows he can open up to her.

“It’s just … well, besides the team stuff, no one believes me about my girlfriend,” he admits.

Dr. Anderson raises her eyebrows. “I see. Tell me more about that.”

Charles explains the endless teasing from his fellow drivers, the manipulation attempts by the PR team, and the doubtful reactions from his own family. How despite his best efforts, no one seems willing to accept that he is really dating Princess Y/N of Monaco.

“It’s so frustrating!" He bursts out at the end. “I don’t know what else I can do to convince them that we are actually together.”

Dr. Anderson purses her lips, jotting down notes. “I can understand why their doubt would upset you. It must be painful to have your relationship questioned.”

“Exactly!" Charles exclaims, throwing his hands up. “You get it. I knew I could talk to you.”

Dr. Anderson gives him a sympathetic smile.

Charles leaves the appointment feeling much better, confident that his psychologist believes him and is on his side.

As he is exiting, Charles notices Dr. Anderson’s notebook left open on her desk. Before he can stop himself, his eyes scan the page and focus on his name.

He feels his heart sink as he reads.

Charles Leclerc: deflecting from pain of difficult season by creating elaborate fantasy relationship. Fixation on celebrity crush indicates deeper self-esteem issues. Recommend to confront delusion directly in next session.

Charles reels, shock and anger swirling through him. Not even his own psychologist believes him! She thinks he is living in some weird fantasy.

Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, Charles straightens his shoulders and walks out. He has never felt more alone and frustrated in his conviction. But he refuses to give up. No matter what anyone says, his love for you is real. And one day, somehow, he will prove it to the world.

***

Charles is back at his family home in Monaco during a rare few days off. He is puttering around the kitchen while his mother cooks dinner.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N is coming over for dinner tonight,” Charles mentions casually. “I want you all to finally meet her.”

Pascale laughs lightly without looking up from the stove. “Of course, sweetie.”

Charles frowns. “I’m serious, maman. She’ll be here in an hour.”

“Mhmm, I’m sure she will,” Pascale replies indulgently. Charles huffs in annoyance.

Just then, his brothers come into the kitchen, freshly showered after playing football outside.

“Hey Charles, how’s life with your imaginary girlfriend?” Lorenzo immediately teases.

“She’s actually coming over for dinner tonight,” Charles says tersely.

Arthur lets out a loud laugh. “Yeah right! Good one.” He grabs a piece of bread from the counter, still chuckling.

Charles throws his hands up in exasperation. “Why does no one ever believe me about her?”

“Boys, that’s enough,” Pascale chides gently. “Let your brother dream.”

Charles opens his mouth to retort but just then, the doorbell rings. His eyes widen.

“I’ll get it!" He yells, dashing for the door. He takes a deep breath before swinging it open to reveal you standing there casually in jeans and a sweater, looking effortlessly gorgeous.

“Surprise!" You laugh, pulling him into a tight hug. Charles melts into your embrace, all his stress and frustration fading away.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you right now,” he murmurs into your hair.

You pull back to smile at him tenderly. “I’ve been looking forward to this for ages. I want your family to know how much I love you.”

Charles grins and takes your hand, leading your into the kitchen where his stunned family waits.

Pascale’s mouth is hanging open in shock. The piece of bread Arthur is holding falls to the floor with a dull thump.

“Y-your Serene Highness,” Pascale finally manages to stammer out, hastily wiping her hands on a towel. “What an honor, we weren’t expecting you ...”

She shoots an accusatory look at Charles, who throws up his hands defensively. “I told you she was coming!”

Pascale flushes. “Yes, well, I didn’t think … that is … we would have prepared ...”

You step forward gracefully, immediately putting Pascale at ease. “Please, just call me Y/N. I’ve been dying to meet Charles’ family.”

As you effortlessly charm his mother and brothers, Charles stands back watching with a satisfied smile. The shock and sheepishness on his family’s faces is vindicating after so many months of teasing and disbelief.

Charles has never been one to say “I told you so” but … I told you so.

***

The cheers of the crowd are deafening as the chequered flag waves for Charles at the Monaco Grand Prix. He can hardly believe it — finally, a win at his home race!

As he pulls into parc fermé and jumps out of the car, the emotions hit him. Pure elation at ending the long wait for a home victory. Relief at overcoming the team’s doubts. But most of all, excitement for what comes next.

The podium ceremony.

And with the Monegasque royal family presenting the trophies as usual, Charles knows exactly who will be handing him the winner’s trophy.

He can barely stand still through the anthems, eager for his moment with you. The weekend has been agony, so close to you yet having to pretend that there is nothing between the two of you.

But not anymore.

At last, the royal family walks onto the podium led by none other than Princess Y/N. Charles’ heart skips a beat at the sight of you gliding towards him in a figure-hugging red midi dress, sunlight glinting off your carefully styled hair. You somehow manage to become more and more beautiful every time he sees you.

Stopping in front of him, you give him a subtle wink before launching into the customary congratulatory speech. Charles nods along, not hearing a word as he zones out while admiring the stunning woman he gets to call his own.

At last, you turn to pick up the trophy. “It is my honor to present this trophy to our victor, who represents Monaco with pride in everything he does, Charles Leclerc,” you announce, holding it out to him with a brilliant smile.

In that moment, Charles throws all caution to the wind. As he accepts the trophy, he reaches out and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

The crowd below erupts in shocked cheers and screams. You melt into the kiss for a blissful moment before gently pulling back, your eyes sparkling. Charles grins at you breathlessly.

“Worth the wait?” He murmurs.

“Absolutely,” you whisper back, squeezing his hand. “I’m so proud of you, mon amour.”

Turning back to the roaring crowd, Charles wraps an arm around your waist and thrusts your linked hands into the air in triumph.

Looking out at the paddock, Charles sees the priceless dumbfounded looks on his fellow drivers’ faces. The Ferrari PR team looks ready to pass out in horror. Reporters are screaming questions and snapping photos frantically.

But Charles only has eyes for the radiant princess at his side. At long last, he has made your love public for the whole world to see.

Later, after celebrations around the circuit have started winding down in favor of moving to lounges and clubs for the night, Charles and you escape for a private moment together.

“That was quite the reveal,” you say with an amused quirk of your eyebrow.

Charles laughs. “I know, subtlety has never been my strong suit. I hope you don’t mind.”

You caress his face tenderly. “Of course not. I’m happy to finally be by your side. No more hiding.”

Charles kisses you deeply, all the love and longing of the past months pouring into it.

When you finally break apart, foreheads touching, he murmurs, “No more doubts. No more teasing. They all know now that you’re real and all mine.”

“Forever yours,” you whisper back. And seal it with another perfect kiss.

***

“I can’t believe it. I just … actually can’t believe it,” Max mutters, staring at the large screens around the paddock that are showing you and Charles gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes during the post-race interviews.

“Lord Perceval … dating an actual princess,” Carlos muses in disbelief.

“And not just any princess, his teenage celebrity crush!" Lando exclaims.

“I guess we owe him an apology,” Pierre says sheepishly.

“Big time,” Daniel agrees. “We gave him so much crap for making her up.”

“Speak of the devil,” Max mutters as Charles strides into the room, hand-in-hand with you.

An awkward silence descends on the group. Charles clears his throat, enjoying their obvious discomfort.

“I believe you all know my girlfriend, Her Serene Highness Y/N Grace Stephanie Caroline, Hereditary Princess of Monaco and Marquise of Baux. But you can just call her Your Serene Highness or Princess Y/N,” he says politely.

The guys mumble greetings, not quite meeting your eyes. You smile graciously. “You can just call me Y/N. Any friend of Charles is a friend of mine and there’s no need for titles around friends.”

Charles narrows his eyes. “Actually I don’t think that will be necessary. I believe they should maintain protocol and address you properly.”

You shoots him a look. “Darling, it’s fine, really. I want your friends to feel comfortable around me.”

But Charles crosses his arms, not budging. “No, it’s not fine. I must insist that they observe the formal mode of address for royalty.”

The drivers shift awkwardly again. You pull Charles aside with a soothing smile.

“What are you doing?” You whisper. “I’m trying to put them at ease.”

“I know but they deserve to squirm for a bit after how much they mocked us,” Charles whispers back petulantly.

You bite back a smile. “Don’t be silly. I know their teasing hurt but let’s move past it. Can you really blame them for thinking it sounds like a made up fairytale? Put yourself in their shoes.”

Charles sighs. “I guess you’re right ... I just want them to respect you.”

“They will, in time,” you say gently. “But forcing them to be overly formal won’t accomplish that. I’m still just me.”

Charles nods reluctantly. “Okay fine, we’ll do it your way.”

You turn back to the drivers who are trying to act natural and pretending that they didn’t just listen in on your conversation with a bright smile. “I’ve heard so much about all of you,” you say. “Charles speaks very highly of his fellow drivers.”

“We’re, uh, happy to finally meet you too,” Max manages to get out.

“Yeah, congrats mate,” Daniel offers weakly.

More awkward silence follows. Charles smirks, deciding to twist the knife a bit more.

“I know you all had your doubts about me landing a catch like Y/N,” he says casually. “But I can’t blame you. Even I can hardly believe someone so incredible would fall for me.”

He gazes at you adoringly as you blush prettily while the drivers fidget uneasily.

“Anyway, as you can now see, she’s real and we are happier than ever!" Charles concludes brightly.

“We’re really sorry for not believing you,” Lando bursts out sincerely. “And all the teasing.”

The others chime in with apologies and congratulations. Charles graciously accepts, reassuring them no hard feelings.

After you have throughly charmed them all and departed, the group surrounds Charles excitedly.

“Alright, you have to give us all the details,” Max demands. “How did you meet? How did you get her to go out with you? When did it get serious?”

Charles just laughs. “It’s a long story. But the important thing is that she’s the only one for me. Despite everyone doubting us, our love was real from the start.”

“Pretty epic to have a real life princess as your soulmate,” Pierre says dreamily.

“Just remember you knew me back when you all thought she was imaginary,” Charles jokes.

“We’ll never live it down,” Carlos groans goodnaturedly.

Charles smiles, feeling lighter and happier than he has in ages. The long struggle to prove himself has been worth it. Now he has everything — the win, the girl, and the utter shock and joy of proving to the world that even his wildest dreams can come true.

And this is only the beginning for him and his beloved princess.

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If you feel like doing another prompt… Making a Scene and Obnoxiously Noisy for Steve?? You just write his huge sneezes so well!

I *absolutely* feel like doing this prompt!! 😍 Here is 2.5k of mutual fetish AU S/teve teasing the fuck out of E/ddie at an art gallery with his tickly nose and massive sneezes <3

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, sneezing from unknown irritant, photic sneezes, extremely loud sneezes, spray, build-ups, shameless sneezing, announcing sneezes, exhibitionism/voyeurism, embarrassment, public arousal, teasing, public masturbation, S/teve makes a total spectacle of himself

CW: E/ddie experiencing a little fetish related shame, S/teve absolutely caught him off guard but they're both menaces so yeah

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

To say Eddie was distracted was an understatement. It was kind of a shame,  because the art exhibit Robin had dragged them to was fairly interesting, in the poke-fun-at-all-the-‘art’-that-is-actually-a-pile-of-random-junk kind of way. This wasn’t Robin’s usual style at all, and he highly suspected (nah, scratch that, knew) that it had something to do with the quirky babe that met them at the doors and pulled Robin into a fierce hug.

Any fun-poking would need to be a covert exchange between Steve and himself. Some of these works were just begging for a snarky back and forth, but unfortunately, Steve was currently…preoccupied. Eddie tried not to stare too hard at his boyfriend as he sniffled, nostrils arching in irritation.

That morning as Eddie had been brushing his teeth in Robin’s bathroom, he nearly choked on his toothpaste as Steve, somewhere downstairs, practically roared out the most amazing sneeze. He nearly choked on a mouthful of frothy saliva and spat it out at once, gripping the counter and waiting with bated breath for a repeat performance. When it came, his knees felt weak.

“HUHHH’RESHHHHHOOOOHHH!!!”

He closed his eyes, letting the echoing sound of it burrow into his mind, where it played on loop as he continued to get ready for the day. He managed to avoid the temptation to jerk off, which took no small amount of effort on his part. His stubborn cock was begging to be touched, but since he was already significantly more behind than Robin and Steve, he strangled it into submission by thinking about calculus papers and natural disasters.

Steve was sat at the kitchen table, finishing a piece of toast. When Eddie ascertained that Robin was nowhere in sight he took no time in sidling up to his boyfriend.

“Bless you, honey,” he muttered, kissing Steve on the cheek and pulling him into a clingy hug, desperate to be touching him.

“You heard me, huh?” Steve said, and Eddie could hear the smile in his voice even as he nuzzled his face into Steve’s neck and breathed in his scent.

“You know I did.” Eddie pulled back and uttered in a gravelly voice, totally undermining his earlier attempts at keeping his arousal under control. “I bet the neighbour’s neighbours heard you, big boy.”

Steve laughed and blushed in such a pretty way that Eddie had been ready to plow him on top of the table when a frazzled Robin emerged and informed them they had 5 minutes to get to the car. Eddie pulled his boner up and tucked it under his belt, accepting his blue-balled fate until he could get Steve alone, potentially by evening. Easy enough.

Or, it should have been easy enough, had Steve stopped at those two sneezes. But no, the bastard had to sneeze at the sun the way he sometimes did when it was really bright outside:

“RRRISSSCHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

Eddie’s miserable, constrained dick throbbed. He climbed reluctantly into the seat behind Robin on the passenger side, Steve driving and Robin giving directions. Loathe as he was to be condemned to the back seat, it was probably for the best that he just gaze out of the window and think about anything but Steve at the present moment anyway.

It wouldn’t matter how good of a job he’d done letting his mind wander to the latest D&D campaign he’d been planning, because Steve would sneeze all over again, breath hitching loudly enough that Eddie looked over in time to see him douse the steering wheel in a huge cloud of spray.

“HAAHHH’GGGITTSCHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

Eddie sat on his hands, biting his lip hard enough to hurt. Steve was killing him. That sneeze had been incredible; so fucking loud, so wet and desperate. And the way his boyfriend sprayed the wheel in his hands hard enough to leave visible, glistening drops of moisture, the rest of the cloud glittering in the sun…it was so erotic Eddie’s stomach felt weak.

Robin was predictably ribbing Steve and rolling down her window in semi-mock disgust, and normally Steve would be more apologetic, but today he merely shook his head and uttered a relieved ‘Whew!’ in response. He and Robin were saying something and the pair of them burst into laughter, but Eddie couldn’t follow. All he could seem to focus on now was the overwhelming need to empty his balls as soon as he possibly could. When Steve looked over his shoulder at him and winked, so quickly that Eddie might have missed it was he not boring a proverbial hole into the back of his boyfriend’s head with his staring, he wanted to scream.

It seemed like Steve was going to sneeze again when they got out of the car at the gallery. Hands on hips, he peered up into the sun, face falling as a tickle started to build and tease. Eddie was helpless to look away, watching as Steve started to take in a series of huge breaths, broad chest expanding as he panted his way towards relief. It only lasted about five seconds but felt like ten minutes.

When Steve did sneeze, bending nearly in half with the force of it as he aimed it towards the ground, Eddie was convinced he was going to orgasm right there in the middle of the car park, right in front of Robin.

“HHHHRR’RRRUSHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Miraculously, he did not cum - even as he watched Steve’s sneeze splatter the tarmac; even as Steve sighed in relief and wiped his nose and mouth on the back of one hand.

“God, dingus, you good??” Robin asked, mercifully unaware of Eddie’s dry-mouthed gawking.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I’m fine.” Steve responded, shaking his head a little like a bewildered Golden Retriever might. As Robin walked away, he turned to look at Eddie, a grin splitting his face – and then the bastard winked again. He tipped his head in the direction of the gallery, a gesture for Eddie to hurry up, then turned heel and made his way towards the building.

Eddie took a moment to compose himself, unsuccessfully, then followed. Steve didn’t often sneeze like this, not unless he was coming down with something, but he seemed perfectly healthy. He hadn’t been exposed to anything he was allergic to as far as Eddie was aware. Either way, he was clearly enjoying teasing the ever-living shit out of him, and even though it was driving him insane, Eddie begrudgingly admitted he was enjoying it too. No matter. He could take a little teasing, and more importantly, he could dish it back out ten-fold, preferably at some later date when Steve least expected it. He buried the thought as Robin introduced him to her artsy friend, and the four made their way inside.

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Steve was fine for around ten minutes before Eddie started to notice the way he would reach up to scrub at his nose. Eddie had already downed a flute of complimentary champagne and wanted to go and find more, but he also didn’t want to miss the inevitable explosion. No doubt he’d hear it no matter what part of the building he was in, he thought, and then dug his nails into his palms as punishment for turning himself on even more.

Robin had wandered off with her friend, leaving Steve and Eddie to wander aimlessly themselves amongst the piles of reassembled clothing. The clothes were of no consequence to either of them, however; they could have been on motherfucking Mars for all the difference it made. Steve was utterly distracted by his need to sneeze, and Eddie was utterly distracted by Steve.

“Are you doing okay, man?” Eddie eventually asked, more out of a need to dispel his pent-up giddiness than anything else.

“Mm.” Steve muttered, then sniffled and flared his nostrils. He smirked as Eddie’s eyes followed the motions. “Fine, fine. Just need to sneeze again.”

“Fuck. Fuck you.”

Eddie grabbed another flute from the tray of a disgruntled looking staff member and opened his throat to down it all in one go. Steve laughed, and Eddie flipped him off with both hands.

A couple of minutes later, as Eddie was squinting judgmentally at what appeared to be an exploded suitcase, he felt Steve reach out and touch his arm. Any arousal he’d managed to curtail with boring modern art surged back in an instant, the look of sheer pre-sneeze desperation plastered across Steve’s face sending his heart rate skyrocketing.

“Eddie-! I’m gonna-!”

“I know, I know, fuck. Let’s get you outside.”

Eddie grabbed Steve by the wrist and started to drag them towards the exit. When he was met with resistance, he turned around in utter confusion. Steve hated making a scene when he sneezed, which was practically every time other people were around. Usually, he would have already been semi-sprinting outside himself. When Eddie locked eyes with him, however, he saw, even as Steve’s eyelids struggled to stay open, that his boyfriend’s eyes were twinkling with naked amusement.

What the fuck has gotten into him today, Eddie’s brain managed to think amidst the roaring arousal and budding anxiety. If Steve wanted to sneeze himself silly indoors, in front of all these people, then he could go ahead; Eddie certainly wouldn’t object to him putting on a show. He was painfully aware, however, of the fact that if everyone was looking in the direction of Steve, no doubt everyone would also be able to see him – red in the face, breathing already laboured like some caricature of a dirty old man. Fuck.

“Steve, I really think we should get you outside.” He tried again, his voice sounding embarrassingly high-pitched and hysterical.

It made no difference. Even if Steve had suddenly come to his senses and agreed with him, he couldn’t have moved if he tried, now firmly in the throes of a gasping build-up.

“HUH-HH!! HUH! HAHHDT-!!”

Eddie’s cock throbbed with each gasp, obscenely loud, audible enough that a few bystanders had already turned to look in search of the source. Eddie’s nails dug into his palms even harder as he watched on. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but wait for the inevitable. He jumped as Steve suddenly grabbed him by the bicep, clinging to him as he continued to surrender to the tickle. Bastard! Fucking asshole, making it impossible for Eddie to stay out of the spectacle. His face burned as more people turned around and stared straight at the pair of them. It was embarrassing as hell, but it was also turning him on to no end. Excitement and shamelessness warred with a smattering of self-loathing inside of him.

At last, Steve sucked in one huge gasp, chest expanded to capacity (stretching the stupidly preppy, tight little t-shirt Eddie pretended to hate). He paused for a moment, a perfectly desperate pre-sneeze expression twisting his features. He looked beatific, Eddie thought; a picture of total surrender, absolutely gorgeous. He forgot where they were for a brief moment as he stared and stared at his boyfriend – and then Steve sneezed.

“HAAAHHH’RESSSHHHH’IEWWWW!!!”

The first sneeze shot out of him, pitching him forward violently and causing Eddie to scramble to support him. The high ceilings and cavernous layout of the building amplified the sound - already impressive under normal circumstances - to practically ear-splitting. Eddie actually heard some people yelping in surprise, heard the sound of metal clattering to the ground as if someone had dropped something. Steve reared his head back.

“AEEEGK’TISHHHHHH’IEWWW!!!”

The second sneeze jostled them both, and Eddie watched through unblinking eyes as the colossal cloud of spray it produced drifted to the floor, joining the splatters of its predecessor. He shivered, feeling almost feverish as Steve drew back to wind up for another monster, nostrils flared to capacity and mouth gaping wide.

“HUHHHH’RUSSSSSHHHHHH’AHHH!!!”

The third sneeze was somehow louder, wetter than the previous two; Steve practically bellowed it out, another dense cloud of spray gracing the air. Eddie sensed eyes upon them, so many eyes, but he didn’t have it in him to look away from Steve; he was just as entranced as they were.

Steve wound back again, looking agonised and orgasmic all at once, and Eddie knew this next sneeze – and god, let it be the last because otherwise he was going to die and/or cum in the middle of this stupid fucking gallery – would be the biggest yet. Steve gasped, squeezing Eddie’s bicep like a lifeline, and sneezed as hard as Eddie had ever seen him do.

“HHHUHHHH’RUSSSSHHHHHHH’OOOOHHhh!!!”

Another fucking stunner. Eddie’s entire body felt electric. He felt like jello, like he’d already cum and was basking in afterglow. Somehow, he had managed to keep it together. His grip on Steve was firm, steadying him as he panted in the aftermath of what Eddie was sure had to have been some of sexiest sneezes to have ever graced the planet.

The echo of the final eruption faded, and left in its wake a silence that was somehow even more jarring than the cacophony of sneezes. Eddie peeled his eyes away from Steve’s flushed face, peering round the room and noting that everyone – every single fucking person in sight – was staring. One woman clutched a hand to her chest as if moments away from a heart attack; another man’s mouth was actually hanging open in shock.

Steve cleared his throat and coughed gently, completely involuntarily. Eddie’s eyes swiveled back to him in concern, but before he could get a word out, the room erupted into laughter and murmurs alike, as if Steve had broken the spell of silence just as easily as he’d cast it. A man walked up to them and clapped Steve on the back good-naturedly; a couple of people shouted blessings across the room; Eddie caught snippets of conversations, things like ‘…poor thing!....must be exhausted…biggest sneezes I’ve ever…’.  

He watched in disbelief as Steve boyishly ran a finger under his nose, smiling and joking with the man and a little crowd of onlookers. He could scarcely fucking believe it, but somehow the immense charisma of his boyfriend had effectively endeared these people to him even after blowing their eardrums out. He was so in shock with the turn of events that when Steve turned to him and murmured a playful “Bless me”, he nearly lost it.

“Bathroom,” he muttered before practically sprinting to the men’s room, almost deflating in relief when he saw it was unoccupied. He locked himself in one of the stalls, pulled his painfully hard, dripping cock out of his pants and started a no-nonsense rhythm on himself. He could practically taste his orgasm, body going rigid and knees shaking. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, unsure whether he’d be able to stop himself from sliding to the ground when he did cum.

Suddenly, a muffled fifth sneeze from Steve echoed out, audible all the way from the other side of the gallery in its booming intensity. If that hadn’t been enough to send Eddie hurtling over the edge, it was the following laughter and blessings directed at his boyfriend that pushed his orgasm from fantastic to mind-blowing. He yelped, cumming hard in long streaks all over the linoleum floor, mewling and twitching as he rode it out to completion.

As he sat there in the aftermath, sweat dripping down his back and gluing his t-shirt to his heaving chest, Eddie was already beginning to formulate a plan to pay Steve back in earnest. He peered absentmindedly at the mess he’d made and smiled.

[lostinforestbound]

hello !! ur my absolute favorite rolan writer and i wanted to make a hc request or whatever u want it to be of lia & cal bonding with tav over embarrassing rolan (like telling tav about embarrassing stories about him when he still had a crush on tav or something like that) if not that’s okay love your writing !! 🫶

Absolutely!!! I love writing for Cal and Lia, especially when they both team up to bully Rolan a little! Thank you so much for your patience while Requests were closed, I know this has been sitting in here since March!

Cal and Lia Bonding with Tav (By Embarrassing Rolan)

When Tav and Rolan became serious, Cal and Lia were genuinely so happy for them. But they were especially happy for Rolan, their grump of a big brother finding someone who truly understands him.

That absolutely does not mean he's safe from being teased though! In fact, this only made their teasing much worse, now that they had another person to embarrass him in front of.

"Hey Tav, did you know Rolan got so drunk one time he started gushing about you, telling us how fucking irritating you were but then how pretty/handsome your face was?" "LIA!"

Cal and Lia would never tease about Rolan's most vulnerable moments. Not unless they have explicit permission from Rolan to do so. They love to tease Rolan to annoy, never to harm. Some things that are off limits include his condition at Last Light Inn. Lia joked about his drunken foolishness lightheartedly, but when his face twisted into a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and sorrow, she immediately regretted it.

Lia apologized and the both of them made up extremely quickly, as she never meant to upset him, but they both knew then that the topic wasn't something to joke about. Not yet, at least, the wound is too fresh.

It doesn't take long for Tav too feed off of their teasing energy, since they both do it so much, especially when they're around. When they start joining in, Cal and Lia pull them aside to tell them Rolan's limits. This is the first time they see them both extremely protective of Rolan. While they both tease him plenty, that's still their big brother. They won't let anyone harm him.

After that quick discussion, the three immediately bond over messing with Rolan, much to his absolute dismay.

Cal and Lia talk about things he did when they were kids! Firebolts backfiring, covering himself in soot. His first ever date and how much of a disaster it was. Him correcting people's pronunciations on words, almost getting himself into a few fist fights. They'll even talk about how much of a bumbling fool he was before he and Tav's first date, trying to pick the perfect outfit that looked the most impressive, but not too impressive or it'll look like he's trying too hard.

In turn, Tav will talk about their past interactions, like how they made Rolan absolutely flustered for the first time. They were looking in his eyes and complimented the irises, saying they looked like Citrine. A yellow stone that generally means success. They have never seen him so damned flustered, they HAD to share!

Sometimes, Rolan is just sitting there in between the three completely embarrassed and unable to do anything about it. No matter how much he protests to the teasing, they still take joy in torturing him so. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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╭﹐❣︎﹕ Making You / Them Flustered ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖱𝖠 𝖪. 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖮. 𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖪. 𝖵𝖴𝖫𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖩. 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖬𝖮𝖬 𝖡.

cw/tw. kissing, flirting, teasing

an. s𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈 🙁 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 🥰 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌， 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 🧍🏽‍♀️ 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 😈

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖱𝖠 𝖪𝖴𝖲𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖡𝖤

Pulling you by your pant loops & Teasing

Motherfucker was so sly with it.

He loved teasing the hell out of you, he turned 18 and then all of sudden he’s grown so bold. He used to be so shy around you, always blushing and stuttering and now since he turned 18 basically a young adult he’s grown out of that and decided to make you his target!

Like anytime you guys would be training one on one he would pull out that stunt to catch you off guard. One time during training he had that dirty smirk on his face as he led his hand to hook his index finger around your loop tugging you close to him with his head leaned down to your level feeling his nose brush up against yours, his breath hitting your lips making you flustered. It was a dirty move but he didn’t give a flying fuck, to make things worse he was shirtless during the whole thing due to it being extremely hot outside since the ac wasn’t working inside and like i said before he turned 18 and didn’t know how to act. He teased you mentally every single fucking time, when he seen you would get distracted he would use that as an advantage to take you out making you fall onto the floor.

He was such a dickhead but honestly you loved the little move he would also do on you. You both were currently outside with the rest of the team as you stood next to him playing with your flames as you made tiny sparks as he sat on the bench next to you man spreading watching everyone do their own thing. Maki, Iris and Tamaki bugging Hibana into showing them her flowers, the Captain and Lieutenant talking to each other about the past mission you guys went on and Vulcan working on his little robot? Machine thing? I don’t even know but you were caught up with playing with your flames. You didn’t realize a certain someone’s fingertips were trailing around your waist till you felt them hook around your pants loop making you face his direction. You slightly flinched from the sudden tug but relaxed knowing it was only Shinra’s ass who would do this in literal public having no shame.

You looked down to make eye contact with his red eyes, as his hands moved up to your waist holding you close to him in between his legs, looking up to look into your eyes. “Hi.” He said, you smiled rolling your eyes knowing what he was up to with that grin on his face. “It’s too early for your tricks Shin.” He hummed with a raised brow, “What do you mean? I’m only touching my lovely girlfriend.” He tried to state innocently but the way his hands were moving down your back making their way to your ass told you otherwise, “In other ways..” He mumbled but you heard it scoffing to yourself but jumped feeling his hands grip your ass. “Shinra!” You silently yelled pulling his hands back up to your waist hearing him chuckle in response seeing you slowly become flustered bringing your hands up to your face, you groaned into your hands in embarrassment hoping and praying no one saw him do that. “You’re such a dick.” You muffled into your hands hearing him chuckle in response. “I hate you so much” You said, finally taking your hands out of your face to look at him who only had a cheeky smile planted on his face.

“I had to get you back one way or another.” He shrugged, you looked at him in disbelief. “You’re still on about that? Shinny i said I was sorry.” He shrugged in response, “I know, still wanted to get you back though.” You huffed stepping back feeling that flushed feeling come only for you to get pulled back by your loop with his index finger still hooked around it as he was now standing up very close to your face with a grin on his face, darting his lazy eyes towards lips and back up to your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re getting embarrassed now?” He questioned with that teasing tone in his voice, you groaned. “What if I am? And how could i not be when you’re practically doing this in public..not to mention in front of the team!” You mumbled, honestly Shinra only does this stuff in public to see you flustered and all embarrassed. It was cute seeing you like that and plus he had to get you back from last time you made him flustered in front of everyone.

He’s only returning the favor.

“Like i said baby, only returning the favor.” He whispered leaning in to close the gap between you both. The kiss didn’t even make it to 5 seconds before Arthur yelled out interrupting the moment. “Captainnn (Y/N) and Shinra are doing gross stuuuff.” You instantly pulled away hearing his loud ass voice interrupt, “Shut up Arthur we were not!” You snarled as he shrugged with an unserious face. From afar Captain Obi looked at you two shaking his head with a sigh as Lieutenant Hinawa had his gun out ready to shoot you both scaring the two of you as you both back up, hearing him mumble. “Talk about getting caught..”

“Shut up.”

𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖮𝖹𝖤

Rubbing/ Grabbing your hips & Soft kisses

She was smooth with it to be honest.

Anytime she would walk past you she would always grab you by your waist to move over a bit so she could walk past or whenever you’re not paying attention to her she uses that as an advantage to steal kisses from you. Half the time she’ll do it on purpose to see your reaction, like one time was during training when you two had to improve your techniques for missions to get stronger and when you were doing your own thing TRYING to focus she would distract you hella! Would also grab you by your waist from behind with those warm fingertips trailing and rubbing small circles on your soft skin only for a minute later throwing you onto the floor. You would say it was a dick move (it was.) but at the same time you wouldn’t, Maki was such a tease just like Shinra but she’s not the one to do it in public, she’s more of a private person with her love life but if it is in public it’s only you two alone together.

Now It was currently 11:30 at night, you and the rest of the crew just got back from an extremely long mission with company 2 tiring all of you which sent you all to your rooms exchanging good nights to one another heading off to bed. Shinra and Arthur went to their rooms arguing as always down the hallway where their room was, Tamaki and Iris going to their rooms, Vulcan and Viktor, Captain and the Lieutenant then lastly you and Maki. When you both got to your shared room you were quick to strip off your uniform, throwing it somewhere in the room changing into something more comfortable grabbing your black bonnet, stuffing all your braids into it before laying in the comfortable sheets. You sighed in relief to finally lay on something soft linstead of something hard and warmth hitting your body, closing your eyes with no hesitation letting the relaxation calm your soreness, Maki chuckled as she was already changed into her pjs getting in the bed with you.

Maki moved her hands under the cover to find where your hips were to pull you towards her chest feeling her warmth hit your body as her hands are still on your waist softly rubbing them knowing it comforts you and is sore down there. You cuddled more into her chest opening your eyes to be met with purple ones staring down at you, “That feels good.” You tiredly mumbled watching a small smile form on her lips, “I bet it does.” She responded back, not even a second after saying that she leaned down to take your lips with hers softly moving her mouth along yours as you sighed into the kiss, kissing her back. You slightly giggled feeling her fingertips trail circles on your hips as she pulled away, pecking your cheek, down to your neck giving them small pecks, “Maki that tickles.” You said feeling her smile on your neck.

She trailed her kisses back up to your face, kissing your lips one last time before actually pulling away with that lovesick smile of hers. “I love you.” She whispered, you playfully rolled your eyes, “I love you too, now close your eyes and go to sleep.” You stated as Maki huffed, “So bossy.” She teased, you again rolled your eyes, “Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight baby.”

𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖪𝖮𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲𝖴

Patting her head & Reassurance

You have to admit Tamaki was like a cat, I mean are you surprised? Her abilities are cat like, flaming ears and two flaming tails. You do admit when it was your first time seeing her abilities you thought she was a furry at first but she isn’t after many times of her hitting you and yelling at you for thinking that, one thing about Tamaki is that she will let people know that you are hers and she is yours. She’s like one of those protective/ possessive girlfriends that get defensive when it comes to their partner just like how a cat would do with its owner, sometimes you would have to calm her down and give her that reassurance that she needs which leads to being flushed and red as a tomato because of the way you put your words together and that embarrassment feeling of getting scolded by you.

Just like right now you had to pull her away from Shinra who looked like she wanted to murder him for what she saw, it was an accident but you could see why she was mad the scene was out of context. You and Shinra were outside since he asked you for help with his Adolla Burst, you of course agreed to it agreeing he needed more strength with his flames. So you both started to train, you guys were sparing with him coming at you with all he had as you gave him tips as you were blocking his attacks, the fight was going according to plan before some odd reason his flames got faster which ended up Shinra knocking you both on the ground with him on top of you and you below him with his hands pinned to the dirt ground placed on the side of your head. He looked down at you with widened eyes, “Are you okay (Y/N)?! I’m sorry i don’t know how i did that, are you hurt anywhere?” He asked concerned, you softly groaned shaking your head, “It’s fine Shin and no i’m not hurt anywhere.” You answered, Shinra sighed in relief as he was about to answer only to get cut off by a loud thud, you tilted your head up as shinra looked where that thud was to see Tamaki with red ears and her flame ears on top of her head, “Oh shit.”

Which led to now! Tamaki on your shoulders as you parted her from Shinra who had a red handprint on his cheek rubbing the pain with a pained face. When you got inside to a place where it’s just you both you set her down on her feet, as she stood there with her arms crossed and flame ears still active. “Tamaki you didn’t have to slap him that hard.” You huffed as she rolled her eyes, “He shouldn’t have had my girlfriend pinned underneath him!” She snarled as a sigh left your lips, “Listen baby, it was an accident ok? Me and Shinra were just training to help his flames get faster and stronger, for some reason his flames had gone 2x the speed from before which lead him to knocking us both to the ground. I would never do such a thing to you and you know that, same with Shinra ''You reasoned, Tamaki still looked at you with an angry face with her flame ears still flaring into the air looking away from you. You softly sighed, bringing your hands tilting her face towards your way with two fingers below her chin tilting her up a bit to make eye contact with you, “I’ll look you into your eyes and tell you the truth. Remember the day when I said that? Trust me when i say it was an honest accident, Shinra respects our relationship he would never do anything to ruin that.” Once hearing your words she felt herself slowly start to calm down seeing her ears go out and face going back to her color before it got covered with a pink blush,

“I’m so sorry..I overreacted about it..” She mumbled, you only smiled patting her head. “It’s okay my love, the whole situation was out of context.” You said with a small smile, she really doesn’t deserve you. You were gentle with her and calm and loving…it made her get emotional a little bit. Her eyes started to slightly water as she pounced her way into your chest letting the tears fall and soak through your shit feeling her grip the white tee as you softly sighed, rubbing her back up and down. “I r-really don’t deserve you..” She sniffles with a choked up voice, softly chuckling leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“You do deserve me, fate brought us together and I'm forever grateful.”

(That was so corny I apologize .)

𝖵𝖴𝖫𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖩𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖯𝖧

Smiling through kisses & Neck kisses

Word to my grave.

He was such an ASSHOLE.

Like he does this on purpose to get under your skin to see you become a shyness mess! Like you guys could be having a nice date night you know? Laughs, jokes and giggles being heard and told till suddenly he wants to be a little jokester and get immediate with you. Moving his hand to be placed on your hips pulling you closer to his muscular warm body, placing his other hand to be on your jaw then pulling you in to connect his lips with yours savoring that sweetness that came off you. Smiling through the kiss as he pulled back pecking them a few more times before moving down towards your neck, pecking that soft skin earning giggles and butterflies starting to form.

He would always do that and you hated how it would always work.

Now it was 12:30 in the afternoon and you had gotten done early with your training going to the kitchen to fix the team some lunch since you guys had skipped breakfast. You were almost done though, only thing you were waiting on was the rice to be cooked when you were waiting for that you were sitting on top of the counter top swiping through your phone checking your socials or what not, you knew if the Lieutenant walked in seeing you on top of the counter you would be getting punished for the rest of the week but it was only for a few minutes till the rice was done so you would be okay. You hummed a little time to yourself as you swiped and swiped till suddenly you felt a presence go between your legs and warm hands going to your waist shooting your stare to look into red ones. “Well hello to you too Vulcan.” You smiled, “Watcha up to?” He asked, you shrugged placing your phone on the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Fixing up some lunch for the crew.” You mumbled as you heard him hum in response. “Mm..well if you’re waiting on something to be done that means you got a few minutes right?” You raised a brow with a suspicious look, slowly nodding your head you watched him grin.

“Perfect.” He whispered, before leaning in to take your lips with his as you groaned into the kiss knowing he was gonna do something like this. In response he smiled through the kiss moving his mouth against yours as his hands on your hips moved down towards your thigh laying on top of it, you hummed into the kiss as you gripped the back of his neck indicating you needed to breathe. He got the hint and pulled back trailing his mouth towards your neck giving them light pecks, “Should’ve known you would do something like this.” You sighed relaxing more into his touch as he chuckled with that same grin on his mouth,

Few more seconds Vulcan pulled back trailing them back to hover over your mouth with a smirk averting his eyes towards your lips and eyes, “You love it though, yeah?” He questioned, by how embarrassed you are right now to admit it he was right, his kisses always made you soft and shy. He was so gentle with you it made your heart flutter. You nodded your head slowly being your hand to be on his cheek, “Yeah..” You whispered back leaning in to take his lips with yours again before- “Something smells good in he- OH MY GOD.” A voice yelled startling you both to look who it was and it was Shinra looking at you both with widened eyes and a blush on his face, “Everything alright Shin- oh.” Captain Obi started but stopped seeing why Shinra yelled, you were on the kitchen counter with Vulcan in between your legs and hands on your thighs.

Talk about getting caught .

The embarrassment went above the limit as you felt a hot feeling going through your body as you hid your face in your hands. You now remembered the training session ended earlier today than usual and since you were making lunch the smell of the food stunk up the hallways obviously catching their attentions when they came back inside. “Uhm..well this is awkward.” Captain Obi stated clearing his throat, before you could even do a thing you heard a gun go off and a bullet hitting you right in your side, “Ow! What the fuck?!” You snarled looking up but changed once seeing who it was, Lieutenant Hinwa with the gun pointed towards you with a stern look, “No sitting on top of the counter.” He said clearly shooting another bullet and this time hit you in your arm, “Ouch! Ok ok! I’m getting off.” You groaned jumping off the counter as you rubbed your arm in pain hearing Vulcan snicker beside you. “Somethin funny?” You asked turning your way towards your boyfriend with a glare who instantly shook his head throwing is hands in the air. “No ma’am.”

“So mean..” You heard him mumbled rolling your eyes in response. “Uh..anyways. Finish up in here and we’ll set up the table, come on Shinra!” He yelled catching Shinras attention away from your thighs with a huge blush on his face as he followed the captain like a lost puppy. “Also (Y/N), you’re on  bathroom duty for a week.” Your eyes widened as you through your hands in the up, “Wha-!” He gave you that look the look that tells you to shut the fuck up and do it, you groaned crossing your arms. “Ugh fine.” He walked away with a satisfied nod as Vulcan walked up to you placing his arms around your shoulders, “Damn baby, good luck cleaning the bathrooms for a week.” He laughed,

“I hate you so fucking much.”

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖬𝖮𝖭 𝖡𝖤𝖭𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖴

Touching your stomach & Watching you sleep

Everyone knew how non social Benimaru was.

They were surprised when they found out he had a literal wife! You and Benimaru have been married for 6-7 years? Maybe even more but it was shocking when they saw you for the first time in the village. Beni was known for caring for himself and protecting others but never known for the one to be in a relationship! But you proved them wrong (obviously), even being married to Beni for years and ongoing years he’s never failed to make you feel that first feeling when you guys started dating, all shy and a lovesick girl. He wasn’t known for being affectionate but when he does become affectionate it’s either when you guys are in bed together or when he just wants to hold you.

In the night of Asakusa you were laid in your guys shared bed as you were cuddled in the bed sheets with a cold empty spot next to you. Huffing you turned to where Beni was supposed to be but was met with a still made up side sighing as you turned back around facing the white walls that covered the room closing your eyes to try and sleep. As the time passed by, you heard a loud thud behind the closed door hearing it open and close, hard footsteps echoing through the room and a figure getting under the blankets on his correct side of the bed. You quickly closed your eye’s pretending to be sleep as you felt warm hands crawl their way towards your waist pulling you close to his body back against his chest and his hands now on-top of your stomach softly rubbing it,

“Are you sleeping?.” His voice echoed, you stayed silent. You were kinda still mad at him for leaving you hanging like this in a cold bed but started to feel bad hearing him let out a sigh believing you were fast sleep. Letting that feeling win over and sink in you turned around to face his half lidded red eyes that carried many emotions behind them as they gazed into your (E/C) ones. “Hi.” You whispered softly watching a small smile form on his lips, “Hello sweetheart, why’re you still up?” He shrugged in response, tracing your fingers along his clothed chest, “Was waiting for you.” Benimaru nodded his head slightly moving his head toward the crook of your neck inhaling your comforting scent, sighing, “I’m sorry, i didn’t expect to be out so late tonight but those company 8 brats kept bothering me into training them.” You chuckled softly running your hands through his black locks, “Shinra and Arthur? I’m pretty sure they just wanna get stronger love. I mean you’re one of the best Captains on the fire force, who wouldn’t want your help?” You mumbled continuing to play with his hair feeling him huff into your neck.

“Yeah yeah..” From the sound of his breathes getting shallow you knew he was gonna be knocked out like a light, few more minutes you were proved correct he had fallen asleep hearing soft snored leave his mouth making you smile leaning down kissing the top of his forehead,

“Rest well my love.”

(I now realize Beni is 22 years old and i thought bro was 29 🌚 , im too lazy to change it so pretend bro is in his late 20’s)

[vinsmokesangio]

facetime call

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you decide to “relax” your body and your best friend almost caught you. this is a second part of this au.

warnings: mentions of past relationships, f!masturbation, suggestive conversations | english’s not my native language | no proofread

genre: friends to lovers

word count: 733

masterlist

A few days passed after that “date”, where you and Tom shared the first kiss and confessed to each other. You feared your friendship might change after that, but actually it was going pretty well, at least for you. Tom still texted you, sending you memes and making facetime calls. The feeling was amazing, you really feel like you’re living a teenage dream, like that song. Unfortunately, past relationships still haunted you with your traumas. The fear of being left alone again always playing tricks on your mind… You didn't have the opportunity to meet your friends in common with Tom to talk about what happened between you both, but the last photo dump you posted on your IG account and the comments you've received from them might could’ve been useful for them to gossip about it in your absence. You’ve been really busy, finishing your drama school and preparing for the Christmas play which would be in a few days. Tom promised he’ll be attending, so as the rest of your friends and the thought of that made you anxious. Tom is a really good actor, and it kinda intimidates you, since you’re still graduating.

You went home and took a hot shower to let go your anxious thoughts. Have you noticed you’ve been thinking a lot lately? About everything? You can read the first paragraph again and take your notes… All the “what ifs” was driving you crazy, so you decided to take a breath and take care of yourself this evening. Skincare routine while watching Stranger Things for the third time, moisturising your hair.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, all your thoughts came back to Tom. His sweet lips in perfect sync with yours, his big hands caressing your body, hot and burning with desire. It was innocent and romantic, but the memory somehow turned you on. Since you were alone, why not take advantage, huh?

Lying comfortable in your bed, you let your hands help alleviate this feeling, letting them run down your body until you found the source of the heat you were feeling. Your mind masterfully reproduced the few moments of affection you exchanged with your best friend until then. The desire for months of accumulated sexual tension, the heat of his confession and the good feeling of conquest made you more excited and you began to pant. It didn't take long for your movements to become more intense, your breathing more shallow and you reached your peak. Letting out a long - but low - moan, you recover on the bed. Until you receive a facetime from Tom and shame takes over your face. You decide to answer, why not?

”Hey” - you say breathlessly. Damn, it would be hard to disguise what you just did thinking about him.

“Hi!!! Where are you? I’ve got news for you, Billy the Kid was renewed for a third… are you okay?”

Tom was extremely hyperactive and when he was happy, he seemed to vomit his words. But his euphoric expression quickly changed to concern as he watched you move a little on camera, your forehead sweaty and… wrapped in a towel?

“y/n, are you naked???” he burst out laughing, and you tried to hide in your pillow, but soon joined in with the laughter.

“Yeah, I am! I was showering!” giving up trying to hide it, you simply accept it and join in on his game. You notice his expression change to a more mischievous look.

“……….. Well, I've never had sex via FaceTime, but if you...”

“TOM! Shut the fuck up!!” then you both laugh again. That's why you love him. The way he always makes things lighter, making jokes, being goofy. He is your comfort. It's simply impossible to feel embarrassed around him, he will always make the mood delicious.

Tom then finishes telling his news, that the series would be renewed for a third season and he would receive the text soon. He was happy and you could tell from afar. You tell him about your day and a few minutes later, the call ends. You hang up the call and stare at the ceiling of your room, not noticing the huge smile on your face. You allow yourself to feel what you're feeling, you allow yourself to fall in love, and you accept it. Whatever will be will be.

[okaerina]

𖥻 ( 尤も ) HYPE BOY ! — @/NMR ⋆ ࣪

syn ; in which your crush declares his love for you !

you enter your class with a bright smile plastered on your face. It was truly a wonder why suddenly you were so enthusiastic about coming to school. well it all started in last year when a cute and cool transfer student from japan became your classmate. he's been popular ever since he stepped foot in this school. both senior and junior girls will fawn over him, boys will die to befriend him or either be like him. his popularity rose up more after he joined the dance and basketball club and drastically secured his position as the ace. nishimura riki he was. soon you also found yourself extremely interested in him.

today was a basketball match and you were gonna cheer for ni-ki to the fullest. not to mention the fact that you've literally spent the whole night praying for his victory. the ringing of the bell snaps you out of your daydream as your eyes fall on the entrance of your classroom and there he is, nishimura riki in all his glory entering the classroom with his signature swag as the girls and boys flee towards him but amidst of all his eyes meet with yours as you quickly avert your gaze down from the embarrassment that you just got caught gawking at him. but you fail to notice the adorning smirk lingering on his plump lips as a light pink hue decorates his bread cheeks.

time flies faster than ever with you constantly stealing glances at ni-ki and getting caught oh so embarrassingly. but you can't stop i mean how are you supposed to? when he looks so dreamy? everyone quickly rushes towards to the school's basketball court as the game's about to start in a while. you rushed to take a seat at the front row where the view is nice with your bestie tailing behind you. the game starts and your nervousness takes over you as if you were the one playing on field. but your anxiety quickly subsides as you take a notice of the dirty blonde mullet's charming smile. the rest of the game was you cheering at the top of your lungs for ni-ki. ni-ki successfully does the last dunk as the victory of ni-ki's team is announced through the microphones. everyone breaks out in a chaos of celebration and some in shame of loss. you were most definitely on the celebration's side.

you rush out your way towards the field where ni-ki is to congratulate him with a beverage in your hand but suddenly you halt in your footsteps not daring to take step forward towards him. there ni-ki stands with girls surrounding him like beehive and suddenly you feel so small and meek compared to them.

does he even know who you are ? do you even have any chance ? will he ever be yours ?

wary questions like this filled your head afterall you weren't the best. you were insecure. but deep inside you always believe your love will reach him and that you'll have your happy ending with him. ni-ki excuses himself from the girls as he takes notice of your zoned out figure and marches towards you. "boo !" he exclaims as you let out a squeak. all he does is laugh at your cute expression and you cannot help but blush at how melodious his laugh sounds. "sorry, btw is thar for me ?" he chirps pointing at the beverage can in your hand. "y-yes!" you reply as you shove that in his hands. he happily mutters out a thanks and proceeds on chugging down the beverage. you take this as a chance to admire his beauty. the way he closes his eyes, his lips attached on the can, his perfect side profile and his prominent adams apple that bobs up and down as he drinks the beverage. seriously how can someone drink so handsomely ?

your quickly pulled out of your lovesick thoughts as ni-ki pulls you by your hands in a empty classroom and that's when you notice your probably gonna die from heart attack caused by him. he locks the classroom door and steps towards you. you notice the way his growing muscles highlight by the sleeveless jersey he's wearing with quarter high jersey pants that compliment his long slender legs. he comes closer, pining your hands on both sides of your head, your back pressed against the blackboard. his face so close to yours you can easily count each and every moles and blemishes. his sweat drenched long hair sticking at the back of his neck as long strands of wet hair fall over his eyes. they tickle your face from the close proximity. his plump lips just few centimetres away from you, your eyes travel from his lips to the mole decorated right under the corner of his lips as you gulp out of nervousness. "did you think I wouldn't notice, princess?" the nickname makes your knees wobble and suddenly you are unable to utter out words as he continues. "it might not be the best occasion but I couldn't control myself anymore y/n. I love you, I really do, I've been in love with you for so long." you couldn't believe what was happening right now. is this a dream ? "I-I love you too" , you reply with a shy smile and blush painting your cheeks. before you can say another word you feel a pair of soft plump lips crash on yours. you flutter your eyes shut in contentment and kiss back. the kiss was so passionate and filled with love.you both broke apart as you two smile resting each other's foreheads together.

"i love you my chemical, hype boy ! "

© aengello / 2023

taglist ; @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck @ichiibunztwt

[ssho197]

pt.1 showering with my fav genshin men

contents: gender neutral reader, slight nsfw, nudity, injury (xiao), slight public nudity (xiao), praise (kazuha), degradation (scaramouche), body shaming (scaramouche)

pt.1 xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

first post abt charas other than xiao ??? hope this does well (i’m actually roasting and burning to a crisp here it’s so hot augh)

xiao

starting off strong w my fav ofc,, so when you often to shower with him to help clean the blood off his wounds, he declined immediately since he didn’t want to trouble you with cleaning him but you insisted,,, also doesn’t have to be a shower it could be bathing in a lake,,

when you first took your clothes off to get into the shower/lake xiao turned away instantly and just refused to look at you so you turned his head towards yours and gave him a little kiss as confirmation or jus a sign of like “it’s ok xiao don’t worry”

his clothes were stained red in some parts so you also helped wash them after you two showered/bathed together,, you helped clean every inch of his body and you made sure not to put too much pressure on his wounds

as for how he acts while showering together,, he was pretty flustered but he does praise you or validate you if you’re insecure about your body,, he would also let you be under the shower head to ensure that you’d be warm he wouldn’t dare hog the water

kazuha

he’s one of my favs because he’s just so sweet!!!!! jdjcjsnsjdixa so he first offered to wash your hair after you had an extremely long and difficult day and of course you accept his offer,, after you settle down and put away your work/day/school stuff he’s already got candles going in the bathroom, he somehow dimmed the lights and got your comfy pajamas ready

just seeing your boyfriend treat you like royalty brought tears to your eyes,, you got into the bathroom with kazuha waiting for you patiently and he went in for a quick kiss to comfort you and he then brought you to the bathtub or shower and he offered to help you take off your clothes to which you agreed,, he’s super gentle with you and he makes sure he folds away the clothes he takes off you,, he also takes off his own clothes and then takes your hand and steps into the shower/bathtub with you going in first

bathtub ver: he lets you lay on his chest as he rubs the shampoo into your scalp while giving you a scalp massage,, it’s so comfortable and relaxing you could just fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms as he washes your hair for you,,, he makes sure to wash your hair with both shampoo and conditioner, he tends to your scalp and tangles delicately, as if he were holding a butterfly.

shower ver: he lets you stand under the shower head and he holds you with one hand by the waist as the other washes your hair,, he makes sure to be careful while grabbing the next bottle as to not make you slip on the wet tiles

he’s not flustered or embarrassed at all, he loves you for who you are and praises your body all the time,, he kisses your scars or marks that make you insecure and tells you you’re beautiful, even when you’re as vulnerable as when you’re showering

scaramouche

oh boy. this is going to be a wild ride. you had to offer to shower with scaramouche first and after he thought about it for a week he finally agreed. he thought it was stupid and weird that you wanted to shower with him. “ugh you’re so fucking clingy. fine. i’ll do it. are you happy now?”

he finally got another haircut and you have to wash his hair to get rid of any stray hairs that might still be on his head,, you explain this to him and after a tiny passive aggressive argument, he agrees.

you drag him to the bathroom and take off your clothes, when you finish, you look at scaramouche who is still fully clothed, scowling at you and looking you up and down. “what?! what the fuck are you looking at? take your clothes off and hurry up scara” he finally does and god. his body left you stunned. his waist and chest were so nice to look at.. AHEM?? “now what are YOU looking at?

he hogs the hot water and you have to push him out of the way so you don’t freeze to death,, you take care of his scalp and make sure not to pull too hard on the minor tangles and knots in his hair as you rub the shampoo into his hair. he throws small insults at you, degrading you and your body,, “ugh.. you take up so much room…” or “why do you look like that… ugh..”

[call-me-copycat]

What do you think each rooftop squad was like in high school? This isn't Aizawa exclusively, it is him plus his friends.

Sorry if I'm reading this wrong, but are you asking what they all were like? If I'm wrong feel free to send another ask! (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

Shota:

Before meeting Shirakumo and Hizashi he appeared to be a bit of a loner

Definitely strikes me as someone who dealt with confidence issues, he never really looked too eager to be in class (considering how much work it is to get into the Hero course, naturally everyone there would be the most motivated individuals you could get, so he sticks out)

He probably got these issues from his quirk - I'm going to assume that having a quirk that can't do anything but take away other quirks (which children are extremely fond of their 'gifts' when getting them) wouldn't be the most... Popular

Not really shy per say, just quiet and antisocial

I saw that meeting Shirakumo and Hizashi was just what he needed, a welcoming and motivating environment so he could break out of his shell a bit

Sad to see him retreat back into it after Shirakumo's incident :⁠-⁠(

Hizashi:

Very excitable, the type to feel very strongly

As much of a goofball as he may be, many forget that he's in the hero course at one of the best schools in Japan - he's extremely smart!

We know that he knew Shirakumo before they both met Aizawa, so he probably matched Shirakumo's energy as well ⁠(⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)

He's a goodhearted kid, definitely very observant

I feel like hanging around Shirakumo so much lead to him putting his friends lives and feelings on a higher pedestal than his own - this is definitely seen after Shirakumo's death

He's the support friend, the friend that was always there for Aizawa to lean on

Many tend to push him to the sidelines, but I believe he's a much deeper character than we get to see ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

Shirakumo:

I have never seen such a "perfect" character other than Mirio and Deku

He likes sunshine and certainly acts like it (о´∀`о)

He's shown to be very caring and compassionate, so I'd say he's a high empathy person, also most likely very observant

Hearing that his grades weren't "anything to write home about" I like to think he's more of a hands-on type guy, preferring actual combat training than being in class

I don't think he even knows what shame feels like honestly - I've never seen him flustered or embarrassed, he's very open and extremely easy to read (most would probably know that I'm referring to that time he started changing clothes in front of his class)

I like to think he's drawn to challenges, hence why he probably set out to be friends with Shota. Shota stuck out like a sore thumb and avoided most social interaction, and Shirakumo, ever the one to want to help everyone and drawn to challenge, set his eyes on him

So naturally Hizashi must've gotten tangled in as well

He's also a very interesting character, ahh I wish we saw more of him! I really like Shirakumo!

Rooftop Trio Overall:

With Hizashi and his loud nature, Shirakumo and his habit to interact with everyone and everything, and with Shota sticking out with his antisocial demeanor, I wouldn't be surprised if these guys were the stars of the class

Even if that meant they were a bit infamous

I cannot see their classmates liking them that much, Hizashi's loud and blunt, Shirakumo's shameless in every sense, and Shota's off-putting and cold. They probably knew how they were seen as well (^^;) They wouldn't be hated per say, but rather a mild annoyance

I had a group like these guys in one of my classes that I took for the 4 years I was in highschool (so recently), a loud, good natured group essentially (there were 4, one of them a little quieter like Shota) so in a sense I got to grow with my own rooftop trio :⁠-⁠)

It was an extremely high level class too, which adds on even more since although this group joked and goofed, they were still very smart ^⁠_⁠^

Thanks for the ask! I hope you have a lovely day! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

I love these guys so much (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[sponfawn]

MTH Meta - Sisterhood of the PPGs

For anon who asked for a post on the Girls' relationships, specifically wrt Buttercup not opening up to her sisters, Blossom not telling Buttercup about what happened with Brick, and why they never actually address their issues. Hope you like long posts.

Full disclosure, I am an only child and my friends who had siblings mostly had brothers or a large age gap with their sisters, so if anyone else has other thoughts, pls feel free to share!

Blossom and Buttercup are really interesting to me. In some ways they have extremely similar motivations, it's just that the methods and approaches they use are near opposites. Ive said in another post that they both try to prevent being objectified by dressing and acting in certain ways. But to go into this further, they both have quite a bit of internalized misogyny behind that. They are both very conscious of their reputations and take measures to maintain them, and they both have self-imposed ideas about what it means about them if they don't reinforce those roles/expectations. Those roles and reputations are very tied up in their identities. They are both proud ppl who like to keep their emotional lives quite private, and who see certain displays of emotion as shows of weakness. Where Blossom uses self control, rationality, and "maturity" to hide her vulnerability, Buttercup uses anger, violence, and occasionally humor.

I think I will start with Buttercup, because I was a lot like her for many years, and I think I understand her better than Blossom.

Buttercup has built her very public reputation on being the "toughest" of the Girls since they were 5 (really since they were created). Since they were kids, she has teased Bubbles for being openly emotional and sensitive. And I think for many people, especially kids, when you have a reputation for something it can be very difficult to step outside of those expectations. It can be easier if one has a change of environment where people don't have preconceptions of who you are or what you're like. But Buttercup has never had that luxury, because as a public figure who has only ever lived in Townsville, everyone knows who she is and they all have certain expectations of what she's like.

This is also true of Blossom and Bubbles, but I think at least in Bubbles' case her expectations are a bit less restraining. At least emotionally. People tend to underestimate her, but she is comfortable with putting them in their place when she feels it's needed (see the face she made that actually scared Brick when she visited the Boys' apartment for the first time). Her reputation is being cute and "the joy and the laughter" of the Girls, and while that can also be restrictive in theory, we don't really see that holding her back from getting mad or upset.

Brene Brown has a theory on shame (through a v binary gender lens but I think it's applicable here). For most (cishet) men, she uses a metaphor of a box. Inside the box are behaviors/etc that a person considers acceptable in terms of masculinity, and behaviors outside of the box tend to elicit shame because they do not adhere to the perceived "rules" of masculinity and thus show "weakness". Obviously Buttercup is not a cishet man, and I'm not sure that I would go so far as to say she experiences shame outside that box. But her reputation and internalized misogyny act similarly, as a box outside of which certain behaviors are "weak" and seen as embarrassing. We can see this when she tells Butch to act like she didn't cry, when she thinks about how stupid it was for her to get a dress with Mitch, when she is at the kitchen store and hopes that no one she knows sees her there. She has a set of self-imposed "rules" about what she "shouldn't" show to other people that ends up restricting her a lot in terms of her ability to be vulnerable with others. With Mitch, she was able to break some of those "rules" because he knew her in a way she thought her sisters and others didn't, and because he reinforced her private (albeit limited) vulnerability with approval and affection.

Buttercup communicates more through actions than words. It may partly be just a natural preference but for some ppl it's because verbal communication can feel more vulnerable or difficult, because it is so specific and straightforward, if that makes sense. In the og show, Buttercup even has trouble with the vulnerability of just saying sorry. Angry confrontations and physical fights are her forte. Otherwise emotional confrontations? Not so much. We see this with Mitch and the guys in the earlier chapters, and even with Butch when she feels like a moment is too intimate and distances herself.

She has a sort of fear of other people perceiving her vulnerability to begin with, and i think in some ways that aversion may be even stronger or more deep seated with her sisters. If her experience was anything like mine, showing signs of mildly uncharacteristic softness may have been met with teasing or may have been brought up later at inopportune moments. We know that Bubbles teases her, and while idt Bubbles would do so if she thought Buttercup was genuinely hurt and vulnerable (though she didn't pull punches around Buttercup's breakup on their first day of the winter semester), small jabs like that over the years can go a long way to reinforcing some behaviors and discouraging certain others. There's also the fact that sometimes the people who have known you intimately your whole life can be the hardest to break behavioral patterns with. Our brains create these sort of well-worn paths with thought and behavioral patterns we use often, and those are the paths we automatically take. And if those paths have been reinforced for your whole life, it's especially hard to break out of. It's definitely possible, but one has to work hard for it.

All of this is to say - there are over a decade of precedents that likely reinforced Buttercup's struggles with verbal communication and vulnerability, and a lot of it is tied up with her sense of self and others' expectations. Teens in general also tend to be less than amazing at communication especially if they haven't had therapy. At the moment, there are more reasons than not why Buttercup doesn't confide in or bring up her complicated relationship with her sisters and the ways she feels hurt by them. As frank and unfiltered as she can be on the surface, she is very avoidant and cagey about her internal experiences when it doesn't directly involve anger.

Blossom, interestingly enough, has a LOT of the same issues with public perception, identity, and vulnerability. Going back to Brene Brown, she uses a metaphor of a web to describe cishet women's experiences, where there are many things that one has to juggle perfectly that intersect with various roles in one's identity (eg one's roles as a parent, spouse, employee, daughter, friend, etc). Perceived shortfalls in any of these areas can trigger shame associated with one or more of the various roles one has tied to their identity. That's not worded the best, but I digress. Again I don't necessarily think it goes as far as shame for Blossom but it's certainly connected to guilt for her. Incidentally, the way to combat shame according to Brene Brown? Honest vulnerability, which fosters connection to others.

Blossom holds herself to a standard above everyone else, including her sisters, because she has inhabited the "leader" role since she was created. She takes a lot of pride in that role, and strives to live up to it, including with regards to shows of emotion. She is very concerned with appearances (I don't mean this in a judgy way) in the sense that she is always thinking about how others perceive her, how she can be a good role model, how she needs to have restraint and self control, how she "shouldn't" slip up or make mistakes because she's not human, she's "better". And this is a role and an identity she has held for so long that she doesn't really know who she is without Townsville to protect (see her specific anxiety about college visits and her future outside of Townsville).

So while it says that Bubbles and Blossom are closer in general because they shared more interests growing up, after Brick rejected her, I don't think she wanted anyone to see her crying. I don't think it was just Buttercup she didn't want seeing, but Bubbles happened to walk in while she was crying. She was trying to muffle her sobs with her pillow, was trying to calm down before anyone came up, but Bubbles found her when she couldn't deny that she was still actively trying to stifle her sobs. I think letting Bubbles comfort her was already a big step for Blossom in terms of emotional vulnerability, but it was made a little bit easier by the fact that it was Bubbles who isn't ashamed to cry and talks openly about her feelings.

When Buttercup saw her at school, she had already kind of calmed down from crying and was getting ready to go home. She was also at school, a setting where she is always "on" and doesn't allow herself to be vulnerable, so she was inclined to deny that something was really wrong - it was embarrassing to her. Buttercup coming into the room added more tension to an already raw situation in which Blossom's pride was hurt - both in terms of being rejected and in terms of being so emotional about it when she's supposed to be "mature". I think Buttercup wanted to spring into action, to know what was going on so she could try to fix or help in her own way, which resulted in her concern and then frustration, but Blossom was already making a big step telling Bubbles. I think the fact that Buttercup also sees crying as a sort of "weakness" affected Blossom's willingness to share with Buttercup. Blossom herself sees her control over her emotions as a virtue, so being so emotional also seems like a "weakness" to her. The last thing she wants on top of heartbreak is to come off weak, because as much as Buttercup and Bubbles are her sisters, she is their leader. Bubbles is closer to her and doesn't attach that meaning to emotion or crying, making it easier to show that vulnerability with her. There's also the fact that Blossom may have thought that as protective and impulsive as Buttercup is, she might've made a big deal out of it with Brick for hurting Blossom. And that would be yet another humiliation, albeit fully unintentional.

As for why they haven't addressed the elephant shoved in the back of the proverbial room, I think there's a couple reasons. In Bubbles' words, Buttercup lets things build up until they explode. It's hard to have a productive talk about deep seated, years old issues when everyone's emotions are already really heightened. And that seems to be the only time it comes up at least from Buttercup's end. Bubbles is by far the most emotionally intelligent and communicative one, but she doesn't like arguments or emotional conflicts so I don't think she's very inclined to bring things up that could start them if she can avoid it. We sort of see this with Will when she defuses his anger by calling herself a "bad girlfriend" and doesn't address a lot of the things that make her unhappy in their relationship until their breakup. Blossom seems to come from the perspective that if someone has an issue, they should bring it up in a mature way without becoming very emotional or defensive (or aggressive). That it is their responsibility and they only have themselves to blame if they don't (see her conversation with Bubbles after their first monster fight). And in general I do think that is a fairly decent communication policy - ppl can't read minds. But it's not a realistic way to improve Blossom and Buttercup's relationship specifically imo.

We don't really see Blossom asking Buttercup what's going on either, and we know that Buttercup isn't one to volunteer information about what's going on with her. Tho it's very possible that Blossom has tried to ask in the past but has given up after Buttercup rejected those attempts. I think Buttercup also tends to get more defensive with Blossom in apprehension of criticism. Blossom is more critical of her than Bubbles, which doesn't necessarily inspire her to confide in her if she was ever inclined to do so. In fact, most of their interactions throughout the fic involve competitiveness/rivalry, teasing, and/or scolding. Mostly scolding (if only cuz Buttercup doesn't care about cussing or behaving "properly" in more official settings).

Putting two kids/teens with a high aversion to vulnerability and opposite strategies of addressing issues in the same household tends to lead to conflict that doesn't get fully addressed/resolved without intervention. At least in my experience.

As a tangential addendum, I do find it really interesting that Blossom confided in Bubbles yet not the Professor, and that Buttercup confided in the Professor yet not her sisters. And I think that is also at least partly a function of the roles and reputations they take on. Blossom is the competent leader who is supposed to be ok. She doesn't want to worry the Professor. She might even feel like it might disappoint him for her to be so shaken over something "trivial" and a rowdyruff boy to boot (I don't think he would be but I digress). Buttercup also doesn't want the Professor to know about how Butch ripped her shirt off because he was tired and she didn't want to worry him, but that was a source of anger rather than sadness. In contrast, she was kind of in shock when she got back home after the breakup with Mitch and the initial rage. She only broke down after the Professor asked if she was ok and it kind of shook her out of her numbness. But I think there's also a sort of vulnerability she specifically allows with the Professor in private, though this is more of a headcanon. My only "evidence" for this is that scene in the show where he kisses each of the girls goodnight and Buttercup scowls until he kisses her on the head, eliciting an adorable but brief smile before scowling again. And in the first chapter he indulges her request to drop them off further down the block away from Mitch, and she kisses him on the cheek and says "I love you with all my heart", and idk I just think she has an especially soft spot in her heart for him. Like in the deep, secret recesses of her heart she's a covert Dad's girl?

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How would Wally West, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and Conner react (separately) to taking care of their drunk guy crush, him being extremely cuddling and calling them flirty petnames??

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Reader is best friends with them, and they have a big crush on reader. Reader gets really drunk at a party, so they take him home.

The Reader calls them names like, "pretty boy", and "cutie". Teasing them when their face gets all red.

And to have reader go to sleep, they end up cuddling, with reader being the big spoon.

Idk how I feel abt how I wrote this but these asks are so cute! ok ok so I think that-

Wally would be so flustered. His whole face would be red as he helps you to your room. He had to call a cab for you and you’ve been flirting with him since it arrived. Calling him things like “Pretty boy,” and “Handsome,” the entire night. When he did finally get you into bed you just pulled him on top of you and held him tight. He never knew you were such a cuddle bug. The whole situation was just embarrassing but he was pretty comfortable and you are his crush so this is the opportunity of a lifetime I mean come on. Falls asleep in your arms and freaks out when you wake up. He reassures you that you guys did nothing but cuddle in case you can’t remember and almost passes out when you say “oh that’s a shame.”

Dick would flirt back until you start using petnames then he'd become almost as flustered as Wally. He'd have a huge smile on his face as he helps you back to your room. When you get all whiney about him leaving he'll let you cuddle him until you fall asleep, only he ended up falling asleep before you. Just being wrapped in your arms was enough for him to knock out pretty quickly despite his usual sleeping troubles. In the morning he's teasing you to hell and back, like you're never gonna hear the end of it. Doesn't ask you out there and then but definitely feels more confident that you reciprocate his feelings on at least some level.

Tim would be mostly trying to ignore everything you're saying. 'He's drunk, he doesn't mean it' is all that he's thinking to himself as he helps you to your room. When you both are there you will not go to bed at all, and after a while you made him cuddle with you to help you sleep because you "don't wanna sleep alone". His brain backfires on him when you start mumbling to him as you hold him, stroking his hair and calling him things like "love," and "cutie". In the morning he tries to pretend like nothing happened though the memory is cherished in his mind.

Conner would be pretty silent on the way to your room while you flirt with him the entire time. Much like Tim he sums up this random boost of confidence to you just being way too drunk. "Stop flirting with me and get some rest." You did not stop flirting nor did you rest. Agrees to lay with you to get you to sleep and somehow ends up being held by you. He's flustered for sure but he's definitely trying to hide it. He's pretty tense while cuddling and his heart is beating 1000 times faster than he's sure it should. Once you crash that's when he allows himself to indulge in your warmth. He finally lets himself cuddle into you and breathe in your scent and soon he finds himself drifting to sleep to. In the morning he's totally blaming you for the position you both wake up in but he's not moving until you do.

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Directory

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Faber suae fortunae

Or (Quintus and) Maider's love story towards freedom.

Warning! Some heavy themes mentioned in this chapter.

Chapter 13

Woola was running, panting, alongside his friend Julio.

It was early morning, and he should have been in bed, but what he had learned was too important to stay under the covers.

Julio, who often lingered around the Imperial Palace, had learned that morning that a group of Praetorians was going to arrest Tenax and bring him before the emperor to punish him severely. Since, like many other children, he had received Tenax's help in a moment of need, he had immediately rushed to tell his friend Woola. He didn’t know the reason behind that decision, but they had to warn Tenax immediately.

—Julio, you go to Cala. Tell her Tenax is in danger and to meet me at his villa!

Julio obeyed.

And Woola kept running. He had to hurry.

***

Tenax woke up slowly, to the soft snoring of Maider.

The light was filtering gently through the shutters and curtains. It was morning.

Maider and Tenax were still naked, covered only by a light sheet.

She was hugging him, lying on her side, her head resting against his shoulder.

Tenax smiled.

The previous night had been one of the most beautiful of his life.

He had made love to the girl he felt he loved and who loved him. It was a totalizing feeling, and extremely different from the nights of passion he’d spent with street girls.

Perhaps, he thought, it was the first time he had felt truly loved. The first time he felt that nothing in his life had been in vain if it had led to that moment. To being with Maider.

She snored a little louder. Tenax chuckled. He adored that she was both funny and clumsy, and yet so strong, resolute, and fragile.

He loved her, yes, and he hadn’t told her yet. But he would fix that soon.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and she made a grimace. She was waking up.

She yawned, cuddling closer to him.

—Good morning— Tenax said to her.

—Good morning…— she mumbled.

Maider opened her eyes, looked at him, and smiled.

They kissed.

—Did you sleep well?— she asked, stretching a little.

—Very well— he replied —I guess you’re a bit like my personal sleeping aid.

Maider laughed.

—I assure you I don’t do it on purpose.

—It’s a good thing. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, ever since I was little.

—Oh, never happened to me.

—I figured as much.

She shrugged, a little embarrassed.

—I suppose you’re referring to my snoring.

—I’ve heard worse.

—I know, but it’s there. Sometimes, at the Hur house, I would sleep with Sarah, my lady and best friend. Can you believe after a few hours, she’d send me back to my room because I snored?

Tenax laughed.

—That’s an exaggeration.

Maider appreciated his kindness.

—Thank you… Quintus. It makes me feel better.

He grimaced. Maider understood.

—Something tells me you’re not used to being called that.

—Only you can call me that— he said —It’s my real name, but also my slave name. The truest part of me, the part I had to suppress to become Tenax.

She snuggled closer to him.

—Do you want to talk about it?

Quintus sighed.

—I suppose I owe you that. You’ve always been honest with me, and I’ll be honest with you.

She kissed him.

—I’m listening.

—Alright. Well…— he hesitated —My story begins in Syracuse, Sicily, thirty-five years ago. My master was a wicked, vicious man, but very handsome. He was married but had many lovers. One of them was a noble girl from the area. A bit naive, I admit, and her parents were strict traditionalists. Anyway, the girl had an affair with my master and got pregnant. She got pregnant… with me.

Maider’s eyes widened.

—So…

Tenax nodded gravely.

—Yes, my master was also my father.

Maider felt her heart in her throat.

—But he…

Tenax took her hand to reassure her, though there was a hint of shame.

—Yes. But let’s take it slow, okay?

Maider nodded, and Tenax continued:

—You should know that until a few years ago, I didn’t know any of this. I thought I was simply bought as a child, the son of a prostitute and a drunkard, but… well, after discovering my master was also my father, and that noble blood runs through my veins, I sent a trusted man to Syracuse to gather information. He found my mother there. She’s just over fifty and still alive.

Maider gave him an eloquent look. Blue eyes met green.

—And no…— said Tenax —I haven’t had the courage to visit her in person yet. But that’s another story. Now, as I was saying… this girl, Aemilia, got pregnant with me. Her parents, my grandparents, tried to throw her out when they found out. She, naive but clever, told them she would keep me hidden from the world if they supported her. And that she would entrust me to my master’s care. After all, she had no other choice.

—And your master agreed?

—Aemilia convinced him. I was born a noble in one palace, and on the same day became a slave in another. Aemilia never heard from me again. I was told she tried to ransom me, but my master wouldn’t allow it. He needed slaves, and I was the perfect prototype.

Maider held him tight. Tenax appreciated the closeness.

—I was put in the care of a wet nurse, and my early years passed rather carefree. My master’s house was large, and there were many children. What I noticed was that my master, often distant and severe, was particularly and slimily sweet with some of the children. I didn’t care until… until his attention focused on me.

Tenax hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to continue. Maider gently caressed him, her eyes on him. She knew she was the first person he had ever opened up to, and she felt honored by all the love and trust he was giving her. At the same time, hearing about Tenax’s childhood made her stomach churn. Knowing what he had endured made her nauseous.

—Anyway— he continued —I grew up fast. I was nine years old, and along with another child, I became his pleasure slave. As I said, I was a beautiful child. I was so small, I… I didn’t understand the situation. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I started rebelling, and he began to beat and whip me. That’s where the scars you saw last night came from. The more I rebelled, the more he seemed to get excited. It was… it was terrible.

He hesitated, swallowing hard.

—I spent three years like that, then I planned to escape, along with another boy, Ursus. We set fire to his bed while my master was sleeping, and we killed him. I was eleven years old. The fire spread, and Ursus got trapped. I… I didn’t look back and managed to escape.

He took a deep breath.

—I learned that my master was my father from Ursus himself, a few years ago. My fellow torture victim had become a killer by then. I killed him before he could kill Cala. It was… a terrible time.

—It’s over now— Maider told him.

Tenax shook his head, deep in thought.

—I don’t know. I came to Rome as a boy, and I learned to fend for myself. Through beatings, thefts, and intrigues, I’ve gotten to where I am now. But I’m tired, Maider. I’m always on the edge, and if I fall, I risk being tortured or killed. I want… maybe I want a normal life. A house in the countryside, someone to love, and a few children. To be the father I wish I had.

Maider was moved. She kissed him.

—That’s a beautiful plan— she murmured.

Tenax melted into her touch.

—Would you like to share it with me?

She nodded.

—I love you, Quintus. Of course, I would.

He kissed her.

—I love you, too.

Maider cupped his face in her hands and deepened the kiss. Tenax responded with equal fervor, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her on top of him. They grew excited. Their hands roamed, as did their tongues.

Until they heard footsteps, right outside their door.

Then, an urgent knock.

—Tenax!

It was Claudia.

—There are three Praetorians at the door. They want you to follow them immediately, or they’ll enter the house and take you by force!

Tenax’s heart skipped a beat.

He remembered how he had treated Domitian’s protégés the day before, and his breath caught in his throat.

They had come for him.

Domitian had run out of patience.

***

Hi! Eli here. Another tense chapter, hope you like it. Let me know in the comments what you think. Thank you for your support!

Eli

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 89

After our battle ended, Yaomomo and Tokoyami were taken by robots to Recovery Girl, while class B decided to stay as they mentioned they were okay and mostly unharmed, so we walked back to the platform in complete silence. I could feel my throat kinda scratchy, so I wasn't feeling like talking, knowing it would get worse.

As soon as we made our appearance, we were surrounded by the majority of both classes. Some of my classmates praised me for my quick thinking and strategy and I sheepishly scratched the back of my head, slightly embarrassed at the sudden attention.

"Going after Fukidashi when he used his quirk was good thinking, (M/n)-kun," Izuku spoke as he looked down at his notebook, "Keeping an advantage point high off the ground was on point as well, I think this was the best outcome for Class A, honestly..." He began mumbling, not really talking to me anymore.

"Playing unconscious was clever, you totally caught us, (L/n)," Kendo-chan's voice caught my attention, and I shrugged with a grimace.

"Still feel like I should've tried winning more fairly, to be honest," the rest of Kendo's team walked behind her and looked at me.

"It was fair. I controlled Dark Shadow, and you tricked us back," Kuroiro spoke, arms crossed, and Komori nodded next to him, staring up at me, her hair moving slightly to show her left eye.

"We had no idea just how powerful your quirk was, (L/n)-kun, you deserved to win," she smiled at me and I looked over at Fukidashi.

"Also uh..." He turned toward me, "Sorry about the kick, I didn't mean to hit you so hard," he shook his head and stepped closer.

"As students from the hero course, getting hurt is part of the training! Don't sweat it!" I chuckled and put my hands in the pockets of my jacket, staring at them, replaying the battle in my mind.

I took a deep breath, smiled at them and nodded goodbye before I began turning around to head over to Katsuki, "Let's fight again soon," the four of them smiled -or I assumed Fukidashi did at least- and nodded, determined.

On my way to my boyfriend, class B would compliment me, making me feel extremely embarrassed.

Thankfully, Vlad King had called an interval due to the destruction of the field that had to be moved yet again, and we were having a small break, so maybe I could-

"You've gotten really strong since the Sports Festival, haven't you, (M/n)?" I turned around at the sound of Shi-chan's voice.

For a moment, I thought he was mad at me, but I noticed the corner of his lips moving up, a gesture he did whenever he was proud of me. Right, this was the Shi-chan who protected me from bullies before my quirk manifested; he told me he would always feel proud of me and of the quirk I have.

I crossed my arms and walked closer to him, leaning against the railing like he was, "That would be thanks to Kat-... Bakugou for training and sparring with me whenever we have a chance, and now Iz- Midoriya has joined us in our training, so..." I glanced at the blue sky while letting out a sigh, "It's thanks to them. I discovered a lot of things my quirk can do but I still have a lot to learn..."

"It's such a shame you weren't transferred to class B, (M/n)-kun!" Monoma came out of nowhere, forcing me to lean down so he could wrap his arm around my shoulder, I silently stared at the blond as he kept talking, "We would've been a powerful duo!" He exclaimed dramatically, like he always seemed to do, his hand on his forehead looking eccentric.

Even more than he usually does.

I sweatdropped at his behaviour but I wasn't quite sure how to free myself from this random situation, "I'm sure we would have, Monoma..." Before any of us could say something else, Katsuki approached us with heavy steps and held my hand, forcefully pulling me away from the blond without saying a word.

I looked over my shoulder as he dragged me away somewhere else. Where? I had no idea.

"Talk to you later, Shi-chan!" He nodded and Monoma instantly turned to talk to him instead, so I focused on Katsuki and what he was doing, where he was taking me...

We were walking straight to All Might and Izuku, huddled up in a faraway corner while the rest of the students were focused on their battle strategies.

"Be careful, in the fifth battle..." I heard All Might as he talked to Izuku, glancing over to the side, where Shinso was, "Young Shinso, who triggered the vestiges of One for All, will be there."

"Yes, I'll be careful," Katsuki stopped behind Izuku and I wondered how All Might hadn't noticed us, or well, if he did, he didn't rat us out to Izuku.

"Oi," Katsuki's gruff voice caught their attention, effectively startling the greenette.

"Waa...cchan! You startled me!" I held back a smiled at how Izuku reacted.

Katsuki took in a breath and took a step forward, slightly ahead of me, "Don't ask us to keep the secret if you're just constantly gonna be chatting up secretly in public, you'll be found out!" He was definitely pissed off, although I didn't really mind it, they had been doing this practically since they met, as far as All Might told me.

Both of their reactions to Katsuki's complaint were to stand there looking at the ground, ashamed and gulping loudly in unison.

"Don't you gulp at me!" After aggressively expressing himself to them, he calmed down a bit, "Did something happen? With One for All?"

Izuku seemed guilty as he glanced over at me, and I leaned closer, could it be...? "T-the truth is..." He looked down at the ground and lifted his right hand, staring at it, "Something happened in the middle of the night while I was asleep... My quirk had a spontaneous discharge," that means...

"So that was the glass breaking? A spontaneous discharge?" Izuku nodded and I frowned, trying to understand why it happened. There was more to it and Izuku wasn't telling us. Why? No fucking clue.

"Ha! I don't even know if you're getting better or worse anymore," seeing as this had turned into a conversation between Katsuki and Izuku, I moved over closer to the railing, hoping on it and sitting on top, leaning forward and placing my elbows on my thighs.

"Neither do I."

For a moment it almost felt like Katsuki was encouraging Izuku on, telling him to get stronger so they could have their battle rematch. I could see All Might thinking so as well. Of course, that changed immediately after, and I couldn't hold back a laugh as I watched All Might's face fall, any trace of a smile completely gone, and he now seemed deep in thought as he looked at the sky.

"The next stage will take place two blocks east from the previous ones," Vlad King caught everyone's attention, and I hopped off the railing, making my way over to Shi-chan.

However, Katsuki had different plans for me. He stood somewhere near his previous spot and pointed at the floor between his feet, "I wanna talk to Shi-chan, Katsuki," he reached me with his free hand and pointed at the ground again.

"Sit," I grinned at him and sat in between his legs. The next battle was Katsuki's team, so I was gonna use that time to be with Shi-chan; after all, I didn't mind being in this spot.

I watched the screens as each team reached their starting zones. It was Shouto, Iida, Shoji and Ojiro going up against Tetsutetsu, Kaibara, Honenuki and Pony. I won't lie, seeing Tetsutetsu destroying the whole scenario, even after receiving orders from Vlad Kindg to keep the damage to a minimum, was hilarious.

"There'll be no tricks, we'll fight face-to-face!"

I glanced over the various cams, and I caught sight of Shouto right as he sneezed. I wasn't crazy, quite a few squeals were going around at that.

Well, I decided to continue paying attention to the battle. Class A separated and Shouto used his ice attack.

I frowned as I watched and couldn't help but think that was a mistake, "Shouto shouldn't have done that," I mumbled to myself, not really realizing I had caught the attention of some of my classmates and some from class B.

"What do you mean, (L/n)?" I looked over at Mineta as I heard my name and I turned back to the screens.

"Honenuki's quirk has a wide range, covering the affected ground with ice will only give him the chance to soften it as well, however, with fire..." I trailed on as I watched Iida sink inside the ice, confirming my theory.

"Using ice was the cheap option; if you had attacked with ice, we couldn't have done anything," Honenuki's voice filled our ears, making everyone focus back on the screens as he said the exact thing I was thinking.

I remember being really careful about his quirk during the Calvary battle at the Sports Festival. Well, for now, it seemed class B had the advantage, with Pony's sneak attack against Shoji and bringing support to Tetsutetsu, having him fight one-on-one against Shouto, the battle was turning out quite interesting.

It just got better when Iida managed to free himself from the ice. He moved so fast that it was almost impossible to see him through the screen. Honenuki realized the risk of going alone against Iida and softened the ice, sinking into it.

Changing my focus, I watched as Ojiro struggled to fight off Kaibara. His quirk really made me wonder if I could stop him with mine...

Iida came by and took Kaibara with him to the prison, successfully capturing one.

"When he's turned into steel, he can move even when he's frozen," Sato's comment made me look back at the cam showing Shouto against Tetsutetsu, and I could see how the bi-coloured haired male struggled to fight against Tetsutetsu's quirk.

"Only an idiot would attack with so much ice when it doesn't do anything to him," I glanced up at Katsuki, and while I could half agree, Tetsutetsu could turn into metal, which was able to withstand equally low and high temperatures. I didn't know if he had a limit, and if he did, it was gonna be hard to know what it was.

Shouto was having trouble going up against him, that much was obvious with a simple glance.

"It burns!" Tetsutetsu backed away from Shouto, and the camera stopped functioning; thankfully, there was another one at a safe distance that turned toward him.

His left side reminded me of Endeavour; seeing him up in flames brought me back to Kyushu for a moment.

A lot of things happened that I hadn't been paying attention to. Ojiro was captured, Shouto was semi-conscious in Iida's arms as he escaped, Tetsutetsu and Honenuki were both lying on the ground, the former crawling over to the quirk-affected water tank, and Honenuki yelling at his teammate to hit it.

Iida ended up caught under it, unable to move, leaving Shoji against Pony, as everyone else was knocked out.

She elevated herself and her teammates with her with Shouto in her arms, far enough away to prevent Shoji from catching her, "Tsk, she ran away," I tapped Katsuk's boot with my knuckles a couple of times and looked up at him.

"Retreating and waiting for backup is also something Heroes do, Katsuki," he looked down at me, he knew I was right and couldn't think of anything to say back to me. I sighed and stood up, looking at him with a small smile, "You're going up now, love, shows us your strength."

I noticed the tip of his ears turning pink and he huffed, reaching for my hand and squeezing it for a short moment before walking over to his team.

"There's no way we can win anymore, but we can still tie," I looked over after catching Monoma's voice, hearing his laugh and watching him do his Dio pose again. Kaminari stood close, completely unphased, "I anxiously awaited this battle, because we have Tokage in it... You'll see, Bakugou-kun," I sweatdropped at him.

This definitely had something to do with the Sports Festival, didn't it? I do faintly remember them going up against each other during the Calvary battle...

Sighing, I made my way over to stand next to Shi-chan.

"(M/n)," I hummed as I watched the screens, seeing both teams getting ready, "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," I mumbled while keeping a close eye on Katsuki. Hearing their strategy made me smile, it was hard to listen because of the all the noise going on around, but I managed. With that, there was no way in hell they were gonna lose.

"Are you and Bakugou a thing?" With wide eyes, I looked over at Shi-chan, who wasn't looking at me. I stayed silent, getting his attention, "Are you?" His purple eyes seemed to be piercing into my soul, and I found it impossible to lie or hide anything from my best friend.

"Y... Yeah, we are dating... We've been for a while," I whispered as I played with my fingers, feeling a little embarrassed about getting caught. I wanted to tell Shi-chan about it; I just wasn't sure how or when, and I had to ask Katsuki. But now I was kinda panicking, if Shi-chan was able to tell, then maybe the rest of the class had already caught on that we're dating-.

"Hey, don't stress," his voice brought me back, the heavy and warm feeling on his hand through my clothes helped to ground me, "You've always had this look in your eyes whenever you're in love, I've known you for twelve years, you're not exactly hard to read, (M/n)," I blinked a few times at this new information dropped on me like a bucket full of ice water.

I stared into Shi-chan's purple eyes, looking back into mine with an empty stare, and I noticed the smallest glint of it. "So... You knew..."

"That you had a crush on me in middle school? Yep," well, I was sure my head would go right through the platform if I decided to bury my head in embarrassment, "Don't worry about it, I thought it was cute."

My hands went up to cover my face, feeling as if I was gonna spontaneously combust with how heated up I felt.

"Still, it must have been awkward for you, Shi-chan..." He simply made a 'dunno' humming sound and I peeked through my fingers at him.

"I thought I had a crush on you when we were kids, but... You're not my type," he mumbled with a shy grin as he looked off into the distance.

Following his line of sight, it landed on... Monoma, or was it Kaminari? They were standing right next to each other, so it was hard to know for sure.

I couldn't help but chuckle, my arm dropping around Shi-chan's shoulders and pulling him close to me, he grunted but didn't push me away and instead leaned closer, "Loudsy blonds, eh? We're not that different after all."

"Well, we've been attached at the hip our whole life, kinda expected it," we looked at each other and immediately started laughing.

Before any of us could say another word, Vlad King announced the beginning of the fourth battle, so we turned to watch the screens. Sero was preparing a trap with his tape while Jiro-chan was busy tracking the sounds and movements of class B's team. They were going against Bondo, Awase, Tokage and Kamakiri, whom, a while back, I had come to realize had a similar personality to Katsuki

"Two wins for class A, and a draw for both classes! Class A seems to be holding their own!" Vlad King spoke loudly into the mic, and I sighed, already anticipating what he was gonna say next, "However, class A owns their first victory to Shinso," the next screeching scream he let out made me flinch, "Can we even count it as such?"

"That's unfair, Vlad-sensei!" Eijiro and Kaminari began complaining, only to be stopped by Aizawa. And well... Monoma made his appearance, mocking them only to have Kendo-chan hit him like she always did to handle him.

Hearing the sound of Katsuki's explosions I looked back at the screens, "You're too slow!" He yelled looking back at them. The only one able to sort of keep up with his speed was Sero, and even if they were "slow", Jiro-chan and Sato were putting in the effort to stay close behind him. "Shut up and follow me!"

Katsuki took the lead, keeping an eye out for anyone getting close. He seemed to have seen someone, as he stopped himself with an explosion and landed on a pipe underneath him.

"There's someone! Ears!" I shook my head at how he refused to call our classmates by their names. He knew them, he just didn't think it was that important, "They're all together, find them!"

Jiro-chan used her quirk and tried to find them, taking longer than usual. She was quick when it came to scouting, so I glanced over at other cams, seeing small pieces covered in purple fabric bouncing and tapping metal surfaces, then I saw Tokage floating in the air. Right, I forgot about how her quirk worked.

"It's a trap!" She exclaimed and the whole team tensed up. I remained calm while I continued watching.

Katsuki was exceptionally good at quick decision-making under pressure, I know damn well how strong and fast he is. Class B thought of a good plan, however...

Jiro and Sato had run back to the trap Sero had created, calling out for Katsuki, which let class B know their position, and Bondo used his quirk, using Sero's tape to their advantage as he covered it with his glue.

"Too slow!" Kamakiri came down from his hiding spot and sliced up the pipes in different places and various sizes, all of which started to collapse and gravity did its thing, taking it all down and getting dangerously close to the rest of class A's team.

Even though it seemed like class B had taken the advantage, I spotted the random black and orange blur as Katsuki zoomed toward the rest of the team, using a wide explosion to get rid of everything and saving the three of them in an instant.

"We're gonna win! I'm taking Jiro first!" Kamakiri did the same as before, coming in through the dust and smoke clouds toward who he considered the easiest target out of the four.

But Katsuki was already there to save her.

Even if he kicked her out of the way, although it was a rather nice and gentle kick, almost like a nudge, giving Jiro time to rebalance herself and regroup with Sero and Sato.

He did tell them he would save them if they were in trouble, and if he was in trouble, they would save him. Katsuki had changed so much since our first fight, and how much he had grown and matured in these past months was gonna show one way or another.

He blew Kamakiri away, who somehow managed to cover himself with his blades, "You blocked it? Insects have good reflexes!" Katsuki sent him flying once more, further away this time and I chuckled as I watched him give out orders to Jiro.

Something I had definitely noticed when I joined class A was one thing. The class was divided into two, but they still worked together just fine. They either followed Izuku's drive to become a hero, saving people to win, or Katsuki's, whose drive was to become a hero, defeating villains to win.

I was somewhere in between, as a few of my classmates were as well.

"It doesn't matter if it's training or not, I decided..." Katsuki had a wild look on his face, a determined fire in his eyes, "I will dominate every battle and come out on top. Four to zero, no wounded," I could see their stance change along with their demeanour, "That is... How those who are actually strong win."

I smiled as I heard his growly voice say, a superior grin on his face.

"You're saying he did a complete change?!" The screeching noise coming from our right made us jump, we looked over and realized it was Monoma, definitely overreacting just a little bit too much.

Thankfully, he shut up quite quickly after his initial shock.

Turning back to the screens, class B appeared to be retreating, most likely because they didn't want to fight Katsuki straight on, who was the main threat of class A.

Realizing this, Katsuki propelled himself forward chasing after them, trying to find a stray class b member, and Bondo squealed in fear as the spiky blond flew past him, giving his position away. He got chased and he crawled on all fours, reaching a corner where Awase had apparently been hiding for a while.

"Oh, so Bondo was the bait..." I mumbled to myself, moving to stand slightly behind Shi-chan and resting my chin on top of his head, "Separating Katsuki from the others would've been the best plan, but his combat style changed and shifted into a team player rather than a solo, so... I doubt it'll work."

Shi-chan shifted in place and I glanced down at him, "Why? Class B's plan seems solid to me."

"Well, Katsuki and Sero work well together and are friends," I used my hand to begin giving out my points, "Jiro spent a long time working with the band, so all of them have good teamwork when together, and Sato has always been quick to help and bring support when needed," I kinda hesitated before continuing, "...And Katsuki loves his baking so they spend time together in the kitchen most days."

"So Bakugou has a sweet tooth... Who would've thought?" Shi-chan mumbled watching the screen with a slightly different expression on his face. I almost laughed, remembering he also loved sweets.

Yep, who would've?

Focusing back on the battle happening, I watched as Sato managed to free Katsuki, sacrificing his gauntlets, though he didn't seem pissed at all. He smirked, and I smiled, too.

He's about to destroy class B.

Sero and Jiro teamed up right behind Katsuki as they chased after Awase, who unfortunately played into their faint attack and got taken out by Jiro's attack, while Katsuki went on ahead, searching for the remaining two threats, completely ignoring Tokage above him.

Sato ran behind him, staying somehow far away to not be spotted by something other than the cameras, and Bondo turned around, using his quirk to try and stop Katsuki.

"Winter is not the best season for me!" So he says as he practically hits Bondo everywhere with his explosions, leaving him stunned for a moment, "I finally warmed up!" As Katsuki continued ahead, Sato captured and incapacitated Bondo.

"What a great coordination! They captured two of my lovely students!" I briefly glanced over at Vlad King, and he seemed distressed about the situation.

Jiro guided Katsuki to where Sero was fighting Kamakiri, reaching him in time and holding onto one of his sharp bent fangs, spinning in the air. That was the Howitzer Impact move...

However, seeing him throwing Kamakiri straight into a wall made me guess it was the Excatapult he had told me about once.

Sero captured him with his tape, and I watched him as he wrapped around different pieces of Tokage's body, preventing them from moving and going back to their original body.

"Wow, that's genius," as Tokage was busy trying to find where class A was, she wouldn't have noticed until it was too close to her or was too late. Sero tapped the hand grenade Katsuki gave to them onto a piece of her body.

The explosion gave away her position, and I saw Katsuki changing direction as he heard it, too, coming up behind her and igniting his hands right in her face.

"You... How have you changed this much?!" She exclaimed as his quirk blinded her with the bright light before Katsuki grabbed her face and propelled himself with an explosion directly to the ground.

"I didn't change; my objective remained the same," despite knowing she wasn't fully cognitive, he still answered her question, "Surpass All Might and be the number one hero."

What followed was the slow part, all of them picked up a student from class B and made their way back to the prison.

"Only... Only..." They closed the door and began walking away, "In only five minutes, with excellent teamwork, class A won four to zero!" Jiro and Sato high-fived while Sero took off his helmet and Katsuki fixed the collar of his shirt, making their way to the stairs and back on the platform. 

Aizawa praised their teamwork, and I saw Katsuki walking to stand in front of All Might and Midnight. I couldn't really see them from my spot, but it was definitely something good as Katsuki's body language said he appreciated the meaning behind All Might's words.

"Kacchan!"

"Out of my way!" Oh, that scene kind of reminded me of my first hero training with class A. I chuckled and released Shi-chan, as his last battle would begin soon.

"Good luck, Shi-chan," he looked at me and showed me a small smile. I raised my fist, and he bumped it lightly before heading over to his team. I watched as Katsuki walked toward me, his team and Kaminari following behind him.

"This will be the fifth battle, the last one of the day. Is everyone ready?" Vlad King called out for the teams to prepare and they left to their designated zones.

"Katsuki being the MVP, but... That is nothing new, is it?" He tsked and reached for my hand, wrapping it around his shoulders and leaning his back on me, making me lean against the railing. "Izuku is going up now. What do you think, Katsuki?"

He groaned and glanced at me for a moment. "Raccoon Eyes has a ranged move, she could stop size's attack melting them," 'Kodai-chan,' I whispered in his ear her name but he ignored me, "Round Face can go up against poltergeist," 'Reiko', I did it again, "The little midget's quirk can stop twin impact by trapping his attacks," 'Nigerenki', completely ignored, "And Deku..."

He stopped and frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That damn nerd can do all three against that copying bastard, they just have to not respond to the purple dude's words and they will win," I was kinda surprised about his analysis of the fifth battle, but well, Katsuki was constantly competing against Izuku and he wanted the greenette to become stronger, to be able to keep competing.

He will never admit how much he enjoys having someone that rivals his power and intelligence. Makes him want to be better.

I sighed and leaned my cheek on his soft spiky hair.

"However, Deku will definitely fuck up, he can't control his emotions well," now he had a sort of sadistic look on his face, as if hoping Izuku would make a mistake and lose.

"That's a way to prove you're better, I guess...?" I trailed on kind of unsure of what I should say, however, before our little chat could continue on Vlad King announced the official start of the battle, so we kept quiet and focused on the screens.

I was really hoping Izuku's quirk was fine after that "spontaneous discharge" he had. He said it happened in his sleep, so I wondered what could've triggered his quirk. Did he feel in danger? Was he overwhelmed by emotions? I really wish I would've asked, although... He might've kept quiet about it.

The battle started with Izuku taking the lead and moving ahead of the rest. They were working on a strategy with him as the lead, and probably the bait, which I understood.

They communicated silently, with only motions and signs, unable to speak to each other to not expose their positions and prevent Shi-chan's brainwashing.

Uraraka, Mina and Mineta began working on their plan, a trap to be able to track and find class B, but a moment after Mina used her quirk against overgrown bolts, I glanced over at the screen where Izuku was as he made his way up the pipes as I had done.

Soon enough, a barrel surrounded by a purple mist flew toward him and Izuku managed to hit it back. His attention deviated toward Monoma and he focused on the eccentric blond from class B. They appeared to be having a conversation, well, a one-sided one, as Izuku was being careful of Monoma's copy quirk.

On the screen beside it, I could see the rest of the team struggling against the coordinated attacks of class B.

I had no idea how this fight would turn out in the end.

I watched attentively at Izuku and Monoma, and something felt off when I saw the greenette's expression. He seemed to be in sudden pain.

Then it happened.

Katsuki tensed in my arms and my breath hitched when I saw those black tendrils spurting out of his arm. That seemed like a complete independent quirk from One For All...

"One for All... Its a quirk passed down from user to user through generations, accumulating power and getting stronger to save people from danger, is a quirk made to stop All For One, young (L/n); One For All connects all of us and responds to the calls of help."

All Might's words echoed in my head, and my mind started working, fast.

If One for All is a quirk passed down through generations, a quirk that gets stronger with each new user and as time goes on, could it be possible that it retains something from each predecessor? Wasn't there a study, about blood cells containing memories? Quirk factors are part of the DNA structure, so it's not entirely impossible, is it?

Have all the One For All users been quirkless before? Like All Might and Deku?

Because if they weren't, then that means...

My train of thought stopped when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and I saw All Might rushing over to Aizawa and Vlad King. He seemed tense and anxious as if he knew something was wrong with Izuku. And he probably knew, he knew more than any of us. More than Izuku himself even.

Izuku had said his quirk felt fine, even after what happened at midnight, but those black tendrils said otherwise. What changed?

Just what fuck is One for All, exactly?

My hand reached down to hold Katsuki's forearm, pulling him closer to me, tightening my grip as I watched the screens, worried and honestly, a bit scared.

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In case y'all don't know, one of the love interest I had planned for Paralyze before picking Bakubabe, was Monoma lol.

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Your new roommate jungkook

my bff is a k-pop fan and asked me to make this 🥲👍 im doing this as best as i can cuz idk anything about k-pop or jungkook

Aaaand... there might be some typos, i did this in a hurry sooo... Yeah

Word count (only text): 4.5k

Fem!reader, friends to lovers, oral (both ways) sex p to v, hugs, lizzy kisses, kisses, degradation (only once)

18+ Minors don't interact

"FUCK YOU" you say to your roommate as you enter your shared dorm

The microwave explodes with her Bolognese spaghetti and meatballs and it is all across the room, the smell of burnt spaghetti and plastic is everywhere and you just can't take it

"You are always like this!" You shout since this is the last straw

"What do you mean?" She says almost innocently "it's not a big deal"

"Not a big deal?! The whole room smells like your damn spaghetti and burnt electronic!" You shout

"I know but-" she looks at the ground

"No buts! Im moving away to another dorm, good luck" you shout as you go to pack your stuff. You are extra mad, it looks like hot steam will come right out of your nose and ears based on how mad you are right now. You take a couple of deep breaths and try to think who will now be your roommate. Maybe you went overboard, it's not like she did that on purpose. But no, she does this all the time, maybe it's for the best.

After you pack your stuff you go out and say your final goodbyes, now comes the hard part. Finding a roommate.

You go through dozens and dozens of dorms but every dorm has ben filled, this leaves you with 2 options, go back in shame or ask your friend aka crush Jungkook.

He is tall and funny, he is a year older than you and has tattoos all over his left arm, it makes him look so cool. He likes to drink and to joke around, he smokes cigarettes and has THE sexiest wolf cut, he har multiple ear piercings and such a nice body-

"okay, the last option..." You say to yourself as you unsurely walk to his dorm.

As you get closer and closer adrenaline really sets in, why are you so scarred? Why are you sweating? Why do you walk so slow? Why did it end like this? Are all the questions you have been asking yourself, it's not like you two are going to do anything. You will just be sharing a room with him...

You knock on the door "WHAT AM I DOING" you scream in your head so nervous

He opens a door and he is wearing light grey pants and a black hoodie, a pair of headphones and a joystick. He must have played some videogames cuz he even has a popcorn on his hoodie

"oh, hey" he says taking off his headphones and puts them around his neck

"hi, I'll be quick. The microwave in my dorm room exploded so im looking for a place to stay and i was wondering..."

"you can stay at my place" jungkook replies while getting the popcorn off of his hoodie

"Really?!" Your eyes widen

"yeah, do you want me to say it in Spanish? Come in and make yourself at home" he chuckles to himself and welcomes you in

"thank you so much, i went all around campus, you were my last option"

"why the last one, do you not like me?" He makes a sad face trying to amuse you and make you feel more comfortable

You chuckle "no, no, i just-"

"it's fine, i don't care, im happy you found your solution" he smiles "i only have my bed so..."

"i can sleep on the couch, it's no problem"

"really" he says

"yeah, you are the one who lets me stay here in the first place" you smile reassuringly

"okay then. You can unpack your stuff and put it in that closet"

"okay" you head over to open it and find a half of it full of jungkook's clothes

"you can use the other half" he says approvingly

"o-okay" you nod. The closest is filled with his scent and all of his stuff is just out here, his hoodies, pants, shirts, jackets. There are drawers for underwear tho but still... the thoughts of seeing his underwear is exciting enough.

You put your stuff there and it looks tidy enough, you just can't imagine him seeing you sleep and eat and just be chill, it's too embarrassing, but still extremely exciting, i mean, what are the chances that you share the same dorm as your crush?

He gets out of his room "it looks like you already finished" he gives it a quick glance "you are really tidy" he chuckles "teach me how to be like you" he says in a joking tone

"what are you playing" you ask curiously

"some videogames" he tries to not make it a big deal

You smell some tobacco but you don't make a big deal out of it

"im going out, see ya later, roomie" he says with a chuckle and a wink

"see you later" you wave your hand at him, you are still in front of your shared closet... he wouldn't notice if you only gave a quick peak to his underwear drawer. You think as your heart beats faster, no, it doesn't feel right, but its so intimidating and, what is the worst that can happen...

"okay" you say to yourself, you open the drawer and give it a quick look "oh my-" he wears some big boxers, made of fine cotton with elastic on the top and bottom, just, perfect. You are just staring in his drawer amazed that you get to see this

He starts to enter the dorm and as soon as you hear it you close the drawer and stand up, you looked very suspicious

"i forgot my phone" he gives you a glance and a smirk as you just stand there nervously "I don't mind" he says as he goes out the door

What does it mean 'i don't mind' he doesn't mind what? Did he mean that he saw you or figured out what were you doing and told you as don't do it again, or that you can do it more? You have so many questions but you decide to definitely don't do that again and just sit on the couch and do something on your phone

About few hours later he returns and he brought a bag full of something. BEER? Is it really what you saw? It doesn't matter, he is enough responsible to do whatever he wants with his life, but why so many tho?

Few days pass and you got used to him and it seems like he got used to you, he is always trying to make you laugh and he always succeeds. The amount of beer didn't go down, not even by one can, you wonder why?

Its sunday

"Y/n, me and my friend are going to hang out, you can come with us, if you want to" he asks kindly

"i already have plans with my girls, but maybe some other time" you reply with a smile

"okay, well, see you" he waves and gets out

You wave back to him "now, what should i wear to go out with my girls?" You ask yourself, you find a really cute shorts black shorts and a cute white crop top to wear, just perfect for this hot weather.

You put it on and it looks perfect, the black shorts make your legs look just perfect, and the crop top really exaggerates your curves, perfect contrast combination.

You put your dorm key, phone and money in your pocket and head out to meet up with your girls.

The rendezvous with the girls goes well, you first went to a cafe, then to a shopping and then to eat. You return home and decide ta take a quick nap.

You wake up from the nap and see that your roommate aka jungkook iz still not here, you decide to just put some movie on the TV

He returns into your dorm, and looks over to see what are you doing "may i watch with you?" He asks politely

"yeah, sure" you reply turning your head to him but keeping your eyes to the movie

He chuckles at you "popcorn, beer?" He asks heding to the kitchen

"popcorn is fine, i don't really drink" you smile politely to which he frowns

"come on, i'll still get you one" he winks and purposely makes you blush hard

"i- i really don't drink" you reply nervously

"who do you think i bought all this beer for" he opens the fridge

"i- yourself?" You say akwardly

He comes over with few cans of cool beer and opens one for you "drink up baby girl"

“I- i really can’t, I shouldn’t” he puts the beer into your hand and nudges it towards your mouth

“come on, don’t be a coward” he says and takes a sip of his “see nothing happened now come on, y/n, y/n, y/n” he starts cheering for you to drink

“Okay… but just a sip” you say hesitantly while getting the can close to your face

“i knew that i liked you for a reason” he says with no hesitation and almost makes you spill the beer out of your mouth from shock

you swallow “what?”

“ oh i mean more than a friend… do you like me too?” he turns towards you and your body is acting on your own trying to take another sip and he just watches it go higher and higher, closer and closer to your mouth

“yeah, yeah…” you murmur looking away and finaly taking your second sip and blushing HARD

he puts a hand on your thigh and looks back to the movie “let’s watch it now”

“yeah” you are so tense, you don’t know what to do, you are giving his strong hand on your thigh small glances, you glance down every time he gently squeezes it or carefully caresses it. All of that gives you goosebumps and it kinda feels like a dream come true, but… what’s next, what is the next move?

after some time of thinking what should you do you alcohol hits in, have already drank the whole can and you could really go for another one so you put the empty one on the coffee table and open the second one as silent as you can but junkook doesn’t do anything just starts caressing your thigh more passionately as a sign of reassurance, and it works, your sips are more comfortable and it even slowly starts to get you drunk, drunk enough to be easy to control but still on your right mind

“You are so cute” he says cocky while looking at you right in the eyes with pure passion and a little playfulness in his voice

“you are cute too” you say trying to sound confident accepting his game

“do you think that i could get a kiss on the cheek?” He got really bold, but you are as bold as him

“of course baby” you tease him and cup his cheek, you make sure to give him a really good kiss on the cheek

“i wonder how would that kiss feel on my lips” he got almost too bold and not that you would do it if you weren’t drunk, it would just be psychically impossible, i mean, to kiss jungkook? No way

“you wanna find out, cutie” you wink, you are feeling bold and unstoppable, you also try to be a bit cocky and it does make a tent in his pants. You kiss him, it feels amazing.

you open your mouth a bit making a little of a gap between your teeth and he puts the palm of his right hand on the back of your head and left hand around your hips gently pulling you closer and making his way into your mouth. You try not to gasp and moan but the way he tastes you and savour all of your taste like its something that he will never taste again makes you moan and gasp anyways. He swallows all of your moans and gasps with his grunts, the wet sounds of your wet lips and tongues fill the room air with passion and desire, desire for something more.

the kiss finally breaks and he takes of his shirt “let’s have some fun” it seems like he got turned on by you and your amazing kiss, that’s a plus but it still makes you blush and feel bit awkward because… seeing him without a shirt, i mean, his muscles and abs and chest and biceps and his arms… it makes you go crazy in your head, he is built like a god, you imagine your hands flowing freely from his chest to his abs, to his chest again and his strong biceps as he gently moans or grunts and squirms udder your touch of a feather

“your turn” he says with a cocky grin, he seems really mischievous tonight. He watches carefully as you hesitate to take off your crop top off leaving you in your silky baby pink bra

“here you ho” you blush

“all of it” he demands playfully

“you really look desperate to see me bare” you try to act dominant “i mean, look at your eyes… full of desire like a dog staring at a treat” with that you take off your bra off and reveal your beautiful big and round breasts

“oh my-” he blushes at the sight, and with that all of his confidence leaves his body, time to show him who is the dominant one

"aren't you a cute one, don't be shy... i mean, you asked for it first, use your chance" you say as his fingers slowly but surely find their way to one of your breasts, his precise fingers gently travel to your nipple tracing circles around it, he then slowly cups your breast and squeezes it, it doesn't feel real, your crush, jungkook touching you and you know that he won't stop just here, when he does something he does it till the end and makes sure that he is fully satisfied.

"don't be shy" you say with a cocky grin and a big blush spreading across your cheeks and ears

He first lifts his head nod moving eyes from your cupped breast then his eyes slowly find way to your eyes, you made him blush so hard and he looks so cute

"i know but... i mean- yeah, you're right" he then takes a big breath and puts his other hand on your other breast trying to look more confident, he starts fondling slowly

"is this okay?" He asks trying to make this more comfortable for both of you

"It's fine but... you really shouldn't hold back when i tell you so" you say trying to get to him, you like being dominant but you also like the male to be dominant too. It is fun to rule him but it's even more fun to not know what comes next and just feel more, this should be fun, not stressful

"why are you scared, i won't bite, i won't tell..." you look a bit worried for him, you were once friends whit his now ex girlfriend and she said that he is never afraid to ask or do in bed, you just couldn't understand if you went wrong somewhere or if you went overboard

"i just never imagined that i would be with you" what does it mean with you?

"what do you mean?" You ask bit unsure

"i just had a huge crush on hou even before you moved into my dorm so... you being here with me is amazing and i am a bit scared of doing something wrong because im scared that you will not like me anymore" he confesses it all wich leaves you in shock

"i understand but... i won't look at you any differently i-... if i didn't wanna do this i wouldn't have taken off my shirt"

"yeah, alright" he gets confident, more confident than you imagined he would

You nod in reassurance and he then pauses the movie and scoops you up, he brings you bride style to his room and lays you down to his bed

He gets over you and starts fondling your breasts with more force and desire, he becomes more passionate with pinching your nipples with his middle finger and thumb, rolling them and flicking and pressing with his index finger, he does it like he want to squeeze those moans and gasps out of you

You try to hold them back and it kind of works but then he lowers his mouth to one of your sensitive nipples and gently starts to suck on it and it makes you squirm and moan, even making you gasp at some points

But like that wasn't enough, he starts nibbling on it and flicking it with his tongue making you moan and squirm, gripping his hair by the roots and holding it in place while wrapping your legs around his strong hips. Your head drops back in pleasure and your eyes roll to the back of your head, he seems to be really enjoying this because he doesn't miss a chance to make eye contact with you

Every Time you check up on him by lifting your head you find his eyes looking deep into yours while not letting your bud go out of his mouth

He finally stops teasing your bud with a mischievous grin that makes you blush harder than you already are and looks you in the eyes, slowly lifting himself once again and giving your breasts few firm squeezes, slapping one for the end

"good girl, you moaned loud and clear like a slut... I like that" he says without any shame in his voice

He goes closer to your face and goes over to your ear "do you wanna keep going baby girl" after that he starts gently nibbling on your earlobe, so this means when his ex told him that he doesn't hold back. Even though he was kind of harsh it may stimulated a bit of degradation kink and little bit of a praise kink

"mmm~ yes my love, of course" you reply with slight desire in your voice and desperation in your voice too

"Splendid" he chuckles and goes lower moving his head close to in-between of your thighs, slowly lifting one and then kissing it going higher and softly nibbling on your other inner thigh

"look how wet you are already" he groans while sliding his fingers over your drenched clothed folds, slowly teasing it with his fingers precisely going up and down and then up and down again tracing circles around your clothed clit looking really carefully at your reactions, listening to every moan and every gasp like a melody yet to be finished

he finally finishes and takes off your panties but not your skirt, he likes to tease you

he moves his head in between your thighs and starts working with his mouth, as the skirt covers his head completely you have to only imagine what is he looking under it as your head falls back and eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan loudly in pleasure

he first gently kisses your slides then kisses your clit then gently sucks on it, then kisses it again, he then traces circles around your clit and licks your pussy from bottom to top slurping all of your juices, he then continues licking and sucking for quite some time making sure that every movement pulls at leas a gasp from your drooling in pleasure mouth

your hips move up and down trying to press harder on his face in need of more friction, in need of more pleasure, soon enough he realizes that just the licks around your clit and licks over your wet folds aren't enough so he tries to insert his tongue as much as possible inside your dripping pussy to taste more of you and your beautiful juice and feel you clench around his tongue as you are nearing your first orgasm of the night

he gently puts his teeth around your swollen but and gently nibble it, flicking it with his tongue making you go crazy in pain and in pleasure

"I'm close, fuck" you moan loudly as you enter a phase of holding your orgasm in

"go all out on me princess" he groans as your words make him go harder and faster with his godly work of his mouth not holding back and not letting his tongue fail him

"no" you shout in a moan "stop first" you shout desperately in need for release, but you don't want to come all over you

"I wont leave your pussy alone till you cum" he grunts working even faster and more aggressively and finally making you cum as he swallows all of the magical potion that comes right out of your pussy with a wet slurp at the end

he slowly rises his head from your sensitive pussy and looks at you with a wide grin spreading across his wet face

"how did you like it princess" he asks with a cocky tone but you are just now starting to come down from your high and realize what you have done, and as soon as you realize it you hug him tight

"don't do that to me ever again" you say with a chuckle

"don't worry, you were amazing, and I must say" he licks his lips and wipes some sweat and cum off his face "your pussy tastes delicious"

you blush a lot and reply in a bit embarrassed tone "thanks" avoiding eye contact and staring down

"look..." he says scratching the back of his head "I made you feel good so I think that it's a time for little repay, don't you think?" he grins

"how should i do that" you ask almost expecting his answer

"blow me" he demands

"um... okay" you reply nervously "so... do you want me to do it while you stand or lay down?" you ask bit nervous

"while I stand, ok?" he slowly starts to get off his bed and takes off his pants standing only in his boxers "now..." he stands next to his bed and points right in front of him "on your knees" he demands as you get off the bed, then stand in front of him, then get on your knees

you take off his boxers as you see his huge dick spring right out of them with even a little pre-cum leaking out of it

you start giving him small kisses over his tip an his slit not knowing how to start, you lick the pre-cum off his tip and slowly start taking him in and out of your mouth

he locks his fingers on the back of your head holding you by your hair and gently rocking his hips back and forth for more depth

you try to get as much of him in your mouth as possible but he is just too big, so h takes matters into his own hands and starts holding your head in place while trying to put all of him in you, he gags you and puts him whole in your mouth and even chokes you for a few seconds but that doesn't seem like enough for him

"on the bed" he commands in so much neediness in his voice that makes you just obey as he takes off your skirt

he puts your legs over his shoulders and lines up against your entrance before quickly thrusting into you completely ignoring your waits and don'ts he is jus too much in need to care right now

he enters your pussy without any warning completely stretching you open and making you adjust to his big size, he goes fast and hard on you, pulling it all the way out and quickly slamming it all the way in as you clench around him every time he hits your g-spot

you cry in pleasure every time he rocks into you holding on to the bed sheets for your dear life but then he goes so fast, e gripped his sheets too and goes to fast to hold back

his needy grunts escaping his mouth every time he feels your pussy and inner walls clench around him make him go faster even more making you cry and drool in pleasure trying so hard not to pass out from over stimulation of his neediness he is inflicting on you

and without any warning with a final grunt and thrust his cum fills your pussy to the top, coating your burning inner walls white as you moan in a bliss as he does a few more thrusts to slowly get off his high

he slowly pulls out after a literal minute of keeping it in and watches you drip his fresh and warm cum on to his sheets and laying down motionless in a bliss

"oh shit- I'm sorry" he says bit worried by seeing you in this state "can you stand?" he asks and makes you try to get off the bed to get you to the shower but your legs are too weak and you just fall to the ground, struck by gravity

he quickly buts you back to bed apologizing, he puts a chair into his shower and scoops you up placing you don on the chair and washing you giving you many warm kisses on your cheeks and lips and forehead and nose

when he finishes up he just puts you into your pjs and makes you wait a bit on the sofa to clean up the mess in his room

"you can sleep with me in my bed" he says extending his arm to you which you take

you two end up cuddling in his bed, he is the big spoon and he is just hugging all of you as you are pressed against him and his strong chest and muscles

he pets your hair

'you are the most wonderful girl I know" he says sweetly with a warm tone "I love you"

" I love you too" you kiss him and he kisses you back and it starts off with him gently moaning against your lips and biting and nibbling on your juicy lower lip, then you nibble on his lower lip and realize that he left his mouth relaxed and bit opened so you try to insert your tongue into his mouth and start tasting him slowly, little by little

in a moment out of surprise he opens his eyes just a bit to see your face as you work your thing in his mouth, and he accepts it, he closes his eyes again and tries to work his way to your mouth and there you two are caught in the most breath taking kiss ever, you two express all your love over this exact kiss as the light moans and slurps of saliva and the feeling of pure passion fill the room

"I love you" he says as you two finally break the kiss somehow

"I love you too" you reply nuzzling your head into his chest hugging him tight as possible

he just pats your head as you two both slowly drive off to sleep

[acacia-may]

Could I have 13 for the ask game please?

Thank you so much, Greta! 💐 I'd love to answer this question from the writing excerpt ask game for you. Apologies in advance for the ramblings 😅

13. A excerpt of my writing that helped me understand a character better

(Warnings: Discussions of childhood trauma and abuse. Black Clover spoilers)

I write a lot of character studies, but the scene that immediately came to mind when I saw your ask was the flashback sequence I wrote in "Breaking the Cycle" depicting the first time that Langris presented with and ever used his magic.

This whole story was actually written because a friend of mine irl had been asking me some genuine questions about why/how I thought Langris was abused. Emotional and psychological abuse is often extremely subtle, and we spend so little time in Langris's POV in the canon that there is some reading the lines that must be done on the part of the reader/watcher to really see and understand that he's also a victim of House Vaude, just in a different way than Finral. Writing that story and especially that flashback scene was kind of my attempt at showing what I think it was like for Langris to grow up in that very toxic environment.

While he didn't suffer the same kind of abuse as Finral, he suffered in his own way. I think that depriving a child of unconditional love (whether that be by flat-out rejecting them like Finral or making them "earn" love like Langris) is one of the most horrible things a parent can do to their child--it causes lasting problems that stick with someone long into adulthood, like an empty space in their heart that they'll constantly be trying to fill. Finral tries to fill it with flirting/validation from romantic relationships and Langris tries to fill it with achievements, but it's a similar wound for both of them.

It was very painful but really interesting to try to get into Langris' head and really see House Vaude from his eyes. I think it gave me a much deeper understanding of his character and everything that he had gone through.

This is a very long portion of that flashback sequence, but I had trouble cutting it down beyond this. I've put it under the cut because of the warnings for heavy subject matter, childhood trauma and abuse, and spoilers for Black Clover

“The Noble House of Vaude has produced the premiere spatial mages of the Clover Kingdom for centuries,” their father continued, towering over Finral intimidatingly and glaring at him with a look that lingered ominously like a heavy, dark cloud before a thunderstorm. Langris swallowed hard and something twisted in his stomach. “This worthless excuse for magic is an embarrassment to this family.” 

Turning away abruptly with a sharp wince, Langris shut his eyes. He swallowed hard as he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned to look at her, her face said what it always did: you have to do better. He knew this—had known it ever since Finral had presented with a magic power that only brought their parents shame, frustration, and disappointment—the only problem was he didn’t know if he could. He stayed awake at night hiding under the covers and trying to make the type of portals that his parents wanted but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t use magic of any kind. He wasn’t sure which would be worse: having magic like Finral’s or having no magic at all. He didn’t want to find out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” Finral apologized again. His shoulders were trembling as his wavering voice grew softer, smaller. Langris’ hands began to shake as he watched the tears well up in his brother’s eyes. “I…I just don’t want to hurt anybody…”

“Useless coward! You’re a disgrace to this House,” bellowed their father. He huffed. “The humiliation—one son with such worthless magic and another who hasn’t shown any ability at all…” Feeling his father’s attention falling on him, Langris shuddered and recoiled. His insides were twisting, and he was torn between desperately wanting to run away and hide and being unable to move.

“Langris is still very young,” intervened his mother. “I’m sure he’ll present with a very powerful magic any day now.” Langris stared down at the ground under the weight of his mother’s tightened grip and pointed stare which warned louder than any words: you had better.

Langris’ toes curled up tightly in his shoes. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Finral turned to look at him with teary eyes, but he tried to smile at him slightly. “Let me try again…” he said wiping his eyes and taking a step nearer to Langris, stepping in between him and their parents, before trying to make another portal. It shined and shimmered in front of him before flickering and disintegrating. Langris had always thought it was remarkable that his brother could make something like that, when all Langris could ever do was stare at his empty hands desperately willing the appearance of portals that never came. Their parents, however, were always unimpressed.

“Pathetic,” scoffed their mother.

Their father frowned irately before shaking his head. “They’re getting even worse. Utterly worthless. You don’t deserve to call yourself a Vaude.”

Finral hunched over—seemingly curling into himself, and his eyes welled with tears again as he choked out a barely audible apology. “I’m sorry…”

“You incompetent good-for-nothing!” Their father glared at him. “And now you’re crying?” he scoffed in incredulous disdain at the tears that streamed down Finral’s cheeks. “As if it isn’t your fault that you’re wielding such ineffectual magic, you blubbering idiot.”

Finral sniffled and tried to wipe his eyes apologizing profusely, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’m trying…I just can’t—” Whack. Langris flinched at the horrible slapping sound of his father’s hand striking Finral’s face and his brother’s painful whimpering.

“I told you to stop your whining and excuses!” their father thundered. Langris clinched his trembling hands into fists. His chest felt tight and heavy. Stop it. Make it stop. He desperately pleaded internally to someone…anyone…as tears poured down Finral’s face and he frantically and hopelessly tried to wipe them away as their father raised his hand again.

Langris’ heart beat faster and faster and his stomach warped and coiled into knots—a weight building up inside him too heavy for him to bear. His knees buckled, and he un-clinched his fists. Stop it. Stop! St…

Crash. Boom. Thud. A bright burst of blue collided with the nearby gazebo sending pieces of wooden debris flying. The world seemed to stop as the roof caved in and the structure collapsed on itself.

“Woah…” whispered Finral with wide eyes, but their parents were stunned into silence. Tears prickled in Langris’s eyes, and his heart was pounding so rapidly he was sure it was going to beat out of his chest. His whole body trembled as his father turned towards him, and he shut his eyes tightly flinching in anticipation of his father’s rage.

“That is spatial magic worthy of House Vaude,” said his father. His head reeling, Langris opened one eye in blinking disbelief.

“What wonderful power, Langris!” his mother exclaimed placing a hand on his head.

Langris blinked at them. Was this it? Was this the magic his parents so desperately wanted—the magic that somehow he possessed? It almost seemed too good to be true.

“I…the gazebo…” Langris began quietly and apologetically still completely bewildered by his parents’ reaction.

“We’ll have the servants clean it up,” answered his father dismissively before he turned his attention away from Langris to his brother. “Finral,” he began, and Finral looked up almost hopeful but his face fell immediately as his father said, “You would do well to wield your magic like Langris. You wouldn’t want the shame of being shown up by your younger brother again, would you?”

[theleechyskrunkly]

🤝: How did they meet in the first place? What was there first impression of each other?

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

For all your ships :D

Sorry for making you wait so long for the answer to these, I seriously haven’t had motivation 😭 as a form of apology, this post will be mega long :)

🤝🫶🦀 for Idiaige (IdiaxPaige)

🤝- Well, I’d say they officially met at a cosplaycon, but Idia had his eye on Paige since the entrance ceremony when he overheard him talking about one of Idia’s favorite (and criminally underrated) anime. But Idia being Idia, he didn’t have the courage to go up and talk to Paige directly, so Ortho, seeing this as an opportunity for Idia to make a friend, organized this whole complex plan to get them to meet at a cosplaycon wearing cosplays of the characters from said anime.

They both had good first impressions of each other, especially Idia’s first impression of Paige for the reasons above. Paige just thought Idia looked cool in the cosplay. He also thought his hair was fire (pun intended), Paige’s mind is very simplistic.

🫶- Idia for both. He realized he’d fallen head over heels and didn’t even bother going into denial because just thinking about Paige made his hair go pink 😭 Paige has yet to realize he’s in love and Cater has plans to kill him for it /j.

🦀- Idia just about lost his mind. He’d spent all his life saying how falling in love was so scringe ( meaning super cringe. Idia terms 🤷‍♀️) and hoping for the downfall of happy couples and now HE was the one falling in love?! Nuh-uh! He was far too alpha male for such a thing! And what about his waifus?! He couldn’t possibly cheat on them! (These are the exact thoughts going through his head at the time.)

Paige was set on denial when he felt just a tinge of attraction towards Idia, I mean come on, he couldn’t possibly like Paige back anyways, right?

🤝🫶🦀 for Aurivil (AurinellexVil)

🤝- These two actually used to be in the same class back in freshman year (that is, Aurinelle’s first freshman year, the one he flunked). Aurinelle and Vil sat next to each other in almost every class, and often worked in pair/group projects together. Aurinelle’s first impression of Vil was that he was a very proud individual with great confidence, but who lived up to his name and was actually rather kind if he liked you well enough. He also thought Vil to be very attractive. So overall a decently good first impression.

Vil’s first impression of Aurinelle was that he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as the rumors made him out to be. He acknowledged that Aurinelle carried himself with confident grace, similarly to himself. He was extremely beautiful, and Vil thought it a shame he wasn’t a part of Pomefiore. He did think Aurinelle was foolish for refusing to use surface magic, and thought he was just looking down at their magic as “inferior” to the strange magic Aurinelle used. These thoughts were soon corrected, but to this day Vil still let’s Aurinelle know how much a fool he is for failing freshman year because of his stubbornness. Overall, good first impression.

🫶- Aurinelle fell first, but didn’t realize it until his sophomore year because he and Vil didn’t interact much during Aurinelle’s second freshman year. The two began interacting more during their third year at NRC. Vil realized he’d fallen in love first, also during their third year. He decided to see if Aurinelle felt the same way by dropping subtle hints, even though his attitude towards him didn’t change much, so Aurinelle didn’t quite catch most of those hints, and thought Vil was just being his regular self. He did notice the increasing visits to Mostro lounge.

🦀- Answered here!

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