#and then there's sho with those glasses and all covered up - it's hitting the spot

[divineandmajesticinone]

RED BLUE (2024) I To be released on 17/12/2024

Hasegawa Makoto as Iwase Sannosuke Kasamatsu Sho as Amachi Wataru

[thedelicatearcher]

Finnick with reader who has the chickenpoxs 😭😭😭

finnick odair takes care of his partner when they're sick with chickenpox

“honey,” finnick called out loudly as he knocked on your door, for the fourth time this week, with no answer. “did i do something wrong?” his voice was heavy with melancholy. his mind was spinning, replaying every interaction between you two, wondering what he could have done to make you stop wanting to spend time with him.

your fatigued body finally left the bed, dragging your feet towards the entrance. your heart ached knowing he felt pushed away by you. it wasn’t easy spending four days without your lover, his sole presence always cheered you up. however, chickenpox had arrived at your door, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be selfish and ask him to take care of you. “i’m coming, sweetheart,” your voice raspy from your sore throat. 

the most contagious days had come and gone, and you had spent those days doing nothing but resting in bed. living alone and battling a sickness that left you completely exhausted and feverish wasn’t easy. your body craved to be comforted by him, and your thoughts were filled with scenes where you could finally relax if he were with you. 

when your medicine alarm woke you up from a feverish dream, you couldn’t help but grumble and imagine how your boyfriend would gently wake you up, bringing a glass of water and your pills to bed. when the uncontrollable urge to scratch all your itchy red spots hit, a mental image of finnick giving you a loving yet stern look invaded your mind. and when you grumpily dragged yourself to the shower because your fever was rising, it was his reassuring presence you imagined, helping you undress and comforting you with loving coos as the lukewarm water hit your burning skin.

as you opened the door, you braced yourself for finnick’s usual teasing or perhaps a playful chuckle at your body covered in red spots. instead, you were met with a gaze full of worry and sadness. “honey,” his tone shifted from melancholic to concerned, his sad pout replaced by a wide-open mouth. “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” finnick scolded you lightly as he took in your exhausted appearance. “i didn’t want to make you sick,” you confessed, lowering your head like a child who had just been given an earful. 

“i already had chickenpox when i was a baby, honey.” feeling even more embarrassed, you tried to turn your face away when his hand gently grasped your chin and examined your face. “i could have taken care of you. i thought you were mad at me.” his eyes filled with tears as he spoke. “i didn’t know, finn.” your feverish gaze met his, and he couldn’t resist stepping into your home before you had a chance to invite him in. 

“lie down, gorgeous. let me take care of you.” as you settled onto the couch, he started boiling some water and preparing chamomile tea. minutes later, he returned with your favorite mug. “sit up and drink up,” he ordered softly. his gaze was sharp, like that of a hawk, watching you closely as you drank your tea, searching for any signs of you scratching your rash.

when your sore throat started to feel a bit better, he finally asked. “how are you feeling now?” his hands running through your hair to massage your scalp in an attempt to soothe you. “my throat feels a little better,” you replied, your voice smoother than before. “but my head still hurts, and i can’t resist scratching my skin.” he let out a small chuckle. “oh, honey,” he said in a soothing, sweet voice. “it’s okay. i’m here now.”

finnick proceeded to carry you to your bed, removing the fluffy blankets and placing them on your couch. he sat down and positioned your head on his lap. his hands were busy massaging your face. his hands gently caressed your temple, then softly touched your cheeks, and ended at your jaw before moving back to the top and repeating the process. “you feel warm,” he quietly murmured, pulling you from your drowsy state. “i took my medicine an hour ago, it should start working soon.”

“good,” he whispered again, “i was going to scold you if you hadn’t taken any medicine.” now it was your turn to chuckle, though it made your throat ache a little. “i know,” you said with a faint smile, “my personal doctor is so stern.” “and you’d better not scratch your rash, honey.” a louder giggle escaped your lips. “i’d better not? what are you going to do, finn?” “i’m just warning you, baby.” your caring boyfriend pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and repeated “just warning you.”

eventually, you fell asleep with your head on his lap, and he took the opportunity to gently reposition you into a more comfortable position to avoid any soreness. finnick hummed soft melodies as he headed to the kitchen to prepare some chicken soup. by the time you woke up, your fever had gone down, and you felt rested. “hey,” you greeted him as your groggy self walked into the kitchen. “hello, gorgeous,” he said, turning off the stove and reaching for you. “this is the least gorgeous i’ve felt in my entire life.” “i think your red blisters suit your personality,” finnick replied. then, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, “now sit down, honey. the soup’s ready.”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Cheryl//this is me trying

Request: Can I request a season 1 cheryl x reader. Cheryl always protects reader from people and r is shy but falls in love with the redhead and some who’s accidentally tells her while she’s having a bad day but cheryl is quick to reassure her then they cuddle after going to pops or something and it’s just fluffy.

hey! happy valentines day gays! and get you, two imagines in one day, it must be the day of love. i hope you all like this because it’s really fluffy and i enjoyed writing this a lot!

Overnight, Riverdale became a shell of its former self. Two months since Kevin Keller and Moose Mason stumbled upon the body of Jason Blossom, and nobody has been the same since. 

The town is riddled with secrets, they’re slowly destroying it like a disease. Nobody trusts anybody anymore, everyone is on high alert, and everyone is a suspect. 

Cheryl usually loves being the centre of attention, she has done ever she was a kid. It’s something that comes naturally with being a twin, you share everything and as much as she loves loved the shared birthdays and friends, she has always loved being the centre of attention.

Now however, she hates it. Her life is a true crime documentary at the minute, and all she wants is for the killer to be caught so the crew can pack up and leave and she no longer has to stare down at the blinding lights being cast over her and her family. 

The only thing that’s kept her sane over the past two months, is you. Despite everything happening, despite the murder and the secrets and the suspicion, you’ve stuck by her side. You were with her when they found the body, and you haven’t really left since. 

The two of you are unlikely friends, she’s Cheryl. Bright and bold and never one to back down from confrontation. But you’re Y/n, sweet and shy and always the first to shrink away from any sort of attention directed at you. 

She knows you hate the constant attention recently, it’s something you get used when you’re best friends with the victim’s sister, but not once have you complained. 

You’ve being questioned by police, journalists and strangers on the internet. You’ve had camera’s shoved in your face on your walk back from school and been asked countless questions about what you know about the Blossom’s. And you’ve also been offered ridiculous amounts of money in order to talk. But no matter what happens, you always just rush past them and join Cheryl, who’s always waiting for you with a sad smile and warm hand. 

Due to the constant hoard of vultures swarming Riverdale High, the two of you had to figure out somewhere else to meet after school so you could walk the long way home. It adds twenty minutes to your walk, but it’s not that well known around town, meaning people can’t bother you. 

Plus, the extra twenty minutes that you get to spend with Cheryl isn’t the worst thing. It’s the opposite in fact. It’s the thing you look forward to, even if you are looking over your shoulder every so often 

But today you’re not at your meeting spot. 

When Cheryl pushes her way through the stares of her fellow students with you and only you on her mind and makes her way through the school basement, back up the stairs and out of the fire exit, you’re not waiting for her with a smile that makes her feel warm and a cold slice of pizza you snuck out of the cafe earlier. 

The only thing waiting for her is a full bin and an empty field. 

“Y/n?” She calls out and looks around the corner. She’s met with three seniors, all of which are smoking with absolutely no care for being caught. 

“She’s not here.” One of them says, her blonde hair and large glasses cover half of her face and Cheryl forces a smile. 

“Hey, Blossom.” A boy says and Cheryl freezes. Who knows what they want, but whatever it is, it probably won’t be nice. It’ll probably be something along the lines of ‘hey, did you kill your brother’ and no matter how many times she’s asked that, it doesn’t get any easier. “Maybe try the bleachers.” He says, ending his sentence with a sympathetic smile and Cheryl nods slowly, not really sure what to say. 

“Thanks.” She forces and spins on her heel. 

“We’re sorry about your brother, Cheryl.” The blonde one says and she turns around again. Each of them look sad, with matching frowns and sorrow swimming in their eyes. 

Jason meant the world to Cheryl, but he also meant a hell of a lot to other people too. And that’s when it hits her. Of course you’re at the bleachers. 

For some bizarre reason, only known by your father. You and your family used to come along every other week to watch the Bulldogs play. For a while you thought it was because your dad was trying to get you and your brother into football and this was a lot cheaper than the actual game, but the older you got the more you figured it was because he was just trying to relive his youth. For 90 minutes he could pretend that he was quarterback again and for those 90 minutes your dad would be the happiest he’d been all week. 

Then one week, a redhead sat beside you. In clothes that were far too expensive to be worn to a high school football game. Her parents looked like they wanted to be there as much as she did, but then a boy with matching red hair ran out on to the pitch and you’d never seen a smile quite like it. 

After that, you made sure to sit beside her at every game. And then one day she sat opposite you at lunch. The first few times she was alone, but then soon she began to appear with a group of other girls, but you were the only one she’d talk to. 

Eventually lunch times and football games turned into group projects and sleepovers. You spend hours braiding her hair and listening to her tell you stories of other worlds and the creatures that live in them. You’d sneak down the dark and creepy halls of Thornhill in hopes of finding a midnight snack, and instead be met by Jason and your older brother in clown masks. 

Eventually, you found a different way to get to the kitchen, one that Jason didn’t know about. And when he’d come looking for you, both of you would jump out  and chase him around the house, much to the dismay of Penelope and Clifford. 

Those bleachers are what started a whole friendship, not only between you and her, but also you and Jason. When you’re brother eventually made the team, thanks to a good word put in my Jason, despite him being a year younger. Him and Jason became as inseparable as you and Cheryl and so it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the four of you hanging out. It also meant that if Cheryl was busy, you and Jason would hang out until she finished whatever she was doing. 

Grief is a hell of a lonely thing, and sometimes Cheryl forgets that other people miss Jason too. With everything going on, she didn’t even think about how you were doing. With all the questions, accusations and crying that constantly fills Cheryl’s house. She never even asked how you were. 

And now her legs can’t carry her quick enough to were she hopes your sat. Because she’s already lost her brother, she can’t lose you too. She wobbles as her heels dig into the dirt, kicking up dust and mud as she runs across the field. Her hair swings behind her, and she can feel the red scrunchie loosen the quicker she runs. 

The bleachers have all sorts carved into them. Initials in hearts, some of them still there, some of them crossed out so aggressively that it’s a miracle they didn’t chop it in half. There’s inside jokes and ridiculous rumours. Codes and dates and everything in between. 

But something new has been added in the past few days. 

cheryl murdered jason

and y/n helped

The writing is small and barely legible, but it’s there and the more you run your fingers over it the more it carves itself into your heart. 

“Y/n?” Cheryl pants breathlessly and you quickly pull yourself away from it. Instead you stand up properly and pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands. The y/f/c scrunchie remains still in your hair and Cheryl has to stare at it for a few seconds to calm herself down. “You weren’t at our spot.” She says quietly and you close your eyes. 

You let her down. You let her down. You always let her down.  

“Sorry Cheryl.” You sigh and sit down in the dirt. Cheryl looks around before sitting beside you. “I just wanted some space.” You add and force yourself to look at her. 

The sun sits behind her, but even that doesn’t seem as bright as it used to be. Nothing is what it used to be. For the past two months, you’ve been told that thats a good thing. But what’s good about someone you loved being dead. What’s good about watching someone else you love go through life but not really live. 

Cheryl just exists. 

But she exists for you. 

Because as lost as she would be without you, she knows you would be just as lost without her. 

It’s an unspoken rule now, you always text each other when you wake up and before you go to sleep. It’s something you used to do anyway, but now you make a point not to forget. Because forgetting means that the worst could have happened, and that’s something neither of you can bare to deal with. 

“I get it.” She nods. “I was just worried that’s all.” She adds, trying to sound as casual as she can. But on the inside she’s screaming. Because she thought you had died, she thought whoever had killed Jason had gotten to you too, and the whole reason you’re both dead is because she wronged the wrong person. 

There’s a lot of people that don’t like Cheryl, being unliked comes naturally to her. But she doesn’t know how she’ll cope if she’s so unlikeable someone she loves died. 

She has no idea why your friends with her to be honest. She saw you staring at her at a football game once. But it wasn’t a stare she was used to. It wasn’t cold like her mothers or jealous like her friends. No, this was nice. You were staring at her like you wanted to know about her, like when you looked at her, you saw a friend not someone to be feared. 

And so Cheryl clung onto the tiny hint of friendship, the crack of a door into something that could happen, and she shoved herself through it. It worked, and now you’re the only person she’s nice to. She’s mean to everyone else, she calls them names and teases them, especially when they’re rude to you...but you stay. And she has no idea why, but she’s not going to wish it away. 

“Shit, sorry Cheryl.” You drop your head into your hands and Cheryl looks at you confused. She looks around, not really sure of what to do. “I didn’t think, God knows what you thought had happened.” You ramble and she realizes you’re crying. Her eyes widen and you look at her, your eyes red and puffed and your lips pulls into frown. 

“It’s okay.” She replies and wraps her arms around you. You bury your head into her neck, the smell of maple and cherries invade your senses and you let out a shaky breath. 

It smells like home and happier times, and you want to crawl into those happy memories and never come back out. “I was just being ridiculous.” She tries to play it off, to make it seem like she couldn’t feel her heartbeat in her throat and the ringing in her ears. Pretend like it didn’t feel like someone had pulled her heart out and stamped on it. 

“No, no you weren’t. I’m really sorry.” You sob and wrap your arms around her. She falls into your neck, surprised but not upset with how tight you’re holding her. She never wants you to let go. But of course she has to, and so however reluctant, she untangles herself from you and lets out a deep sigh. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle. She hands you a tissue and you wipe your eyes with it before scrunching it up in your hand. “I’ve just had a rubbish day. Somebody shoved this in my locker.” You frown and pull a balled up piece of paper out of your pocket. 

Cheryl’s eyebrows knit in confusion as she takes it from you, her fingers graze yours and you freeze for a few seconds. 

who do you think did it? 

cheryl __

y/n __

Jamie __

“Why is your brother on here?” Cheryl asks, her voice rising with each word and you rest your hand on top of hers to calm her down. 

“I dunno.” You shrug. “Your parents are on there too.” You add and point further down the page. 

“What a bunch of dicks.” She grumbles and crumples it up. “Do you know who it was?” You shrug and she sighs. 

“I’ve just gotten tired of the staring and the whispers. So I thought I’d just have five minutes peace before going home and having to listen to Jamie cry in his room but pretend he’s okay. Or for my parents to walk on eggshells around both of us. Neither of them know what to say, and because of that they keep saying the wrong thing.” You ramble and she listens intently, trying her best to find a resolution to all of your problems. 

Unfortunately, she doesn’t know the answer to everything, no matter what her mom says. 

“I just thought five minutes by myself can’t be terrible. But then I came down here and someone carve-well it doesn’t matter what they wrote. What matters is that I made you worry at the worst possible time in your life. I hurt you, and I’m really sorry. Believe me, hurting you is the last thing I want to do you. I feel sick even just thinking about it. I never, ever want to hurt you. I love you too much. I love you more that I’ve ever loved anything or anyone ever. I just love yo-” Your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve just admitted to. 

You don’t want to look at her, but she hasn’t said anything in a while and that’s strange for her. So you force yourself to look at her, expecting the worst. Expecting disgust, disappointment, betrayal. But it’s none of those. 

Instead she’s smiling. And she looks actually happy. Something you haven’t seen in so long, something you’re glad to see, despite the circumstances. 

Oh yeah, you’ve just told her you’re in love with her. What do you say after that? 

“I-er-”

“Y/n?” She cuts you off before you get the chance to ruin the moment. She’s known you for long enough to know that when you get nervous, you ramble and when you ramble you say weird things. 

You’re grateful for her cutting you off, usually if she talks over you, it annoys the hell out of you. But this time it’s welcomed and she stifles a small laugh and the sigh of relief you let out. 

But the next thing she says is something that you weren’t expecting, but you’re sure as hell grateful for. 

“Would you like to go on a date?” 

---

The red lights from outside, illuminate Cheryl’s pale face in the night, painting her in a reddish hue and you find yourself staring at her for far longer than would be considered normal. 

Lucky for you, she hasn’t noticed. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything, not really anyway. Instead she stares down at her food, pushing a few fries around the plate and anxiety rises in your chest. 

She’s already regretting doing this. She’s made a mistake and now she doesn’t know how to let you down gently. 

She seems to sense you nerves because she’s looking at you quickly, a sad smile twitching at her lips.

“Sorry, I just. Jason always used to tease me about the two of us. It’s the only thing we’d take about sometimes. He’d constantly ask me if I’d asked you out yet. And every time I would say ‘no, we’re just friends’ but, well neither of us really believed that.” She says, a small laugh escapes her lips near the end, but she quickly shuts it off. It’s too soon for her to be laughing, too soon for her to be happy. 

“Yeah.” You nod and finish your drink. “He used to tease me too. ‘if you don’t tell her, I’ll do it myself’.” You mimic his voice and a ghost of a smile twitches at her lips as she forces herself to look at you. “I am really glad you did ask me though.” Your voice shakes a little with nerves and Cheryl stares at you confused. “I do really like you Cheryl.” 

“I really like you too.” She smiles softly and you stare at her lips. Sometimes you think the red lipstick has permanently stained her lips cherry red. Even when you guys are a sleepover, she still has bright red lips and the other part of you wonders if that’s just what they look like. 

“Hey.” You start and a sly smile twitches at your lips as you remember an old memory. She leans forward, excited to know what you’re smiling about. 

It could literally be anything, from a musty old book she let you borrow from the Thornhill archive, to a new tv show you started to watch. But whatever it is, she’s excited to hear you talk about it. 

“Can you remember last year. It was Jamie’s 16th birthday and you and Jason were invited over. Jason was there because him and Jamie were planning on sneaking out later that night, and you tagged along so you could keep me company.” You start and she smiles at the memory. 

The four of you sat in the living room, while your mom brought cake and your dad sang ‘happy birthday’. Cheryl remembers how happy she was, and she remembers talking to Jason afterwards, the two of them whispering and wondering if that was what a normal family was supposed to look like. 

You, Cheryl and Jason had each pitched in for the record player he wanted. And even though you all knew that just Cheryl alone could have been able to buy him it if she really wanted, you knew they split it for you. 

Jamie was ecstatic when he opened the box, and then all of the records you’d bought to go with it. He’d played it every single day since getting it, but now you haven’t heard it in months.

“Yeah.” She nods, a sad smiling taking over he face. “Can you remember when Jason pushed his face into the cake.” She adds making you snort a laugh. 

The bell above Pop’s rings and Betty and Archie walk in. They send you a sympathetic smile before sitting at their own booth, and you and Cheryl share a look. 

“Would you like another one?” You point at her milkshake and she nods, smiling shyly. 

---

The walk home is over far too soon, and it’s only when you’re standing on your porch do you realize you took the normal way home by accident. Either the media has gone to sleep, or people are starting to forget about Jason and Riverdale. 

That thought makes you frown and Cheryl watches your expression falter before you look back at her again. 

“Thank you for walking me home.” You smile shyly and a nervous laugh escapes her lips. 

“It’s no problem.” She shrugs and the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds longer than normal. She’s about to leave when you grab her hand and spin her around to face you. 

She’s surprised for a second, until suddenly she feels a pair of lips on hers, and then the only thing she can feel is them. Everything else disappears, and though the kiss is short and a little awkward, it’s still perfect. 

“Would you like to come in?” You ask and motion your head to large wooden door. The pain is chipped around the metal numbers, something your mom has nagged your dad about for the past 6 months. “We still have the rest of y/f/s to watch.” 

“I’d love to.” She nods and the two of you grin at each other. “But seriously, how many times have you seen that now?” 

“It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it.” You unlock the front door, giving it a quick kick before you stumble through it. “What matters is that this is the first time you’re seeing it.” You add and she rolls her eyes but follows you up the stairs anyway. 

The sun sets over another day in Riverdale and darkness floods the town. The streets are cold and scary, but wrapped in your duvet and Cheryl’s arms, you’ve never felt warmer. 

[apexqueenie]

The Blood King (Bakugou x Reader, Medieval AU) Ch 3

Synopsis: In fairytales, princesses like you got to marry handsome princes like your best friend Shoto, but you’re not living a fairytale. You find the harsh realities a punch to the face as you and Sho run away outside palace grounds and into the real world. But the harsh brings out the beautiful, and in your case, it took the form of the scarlet covered barbarian king, whose territory you disturbed.

A/N: AAAAAAAHHHHH, I'm so sorry this took so long! It may have a few mistakes cuz I added on to this after I finished homework sooooooooooo I'm usually half asleep by then. This one is sorta long, so yah, enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence

[Ch1]->[Ch2]->[Ch3]->[Ch4]->[Ch5]->[Ch6]

“SHO!!!” You scream, snapping your torso up from the bed you lay on.

Wait...A bed..?

Your brain just tripped over itself as the memories came flooding back to you. The forest, the attackers, the beast, and then...that man.

You clutched your forehead in pain. Where the hell were you?

You place a hand on the furry and weighted blanket that covers you. It was nice. Quite a bit warmer than the blankets you had at home-

You shook your head. If this is how distracted you get now, you must’ve hit it at some point. You look around the room you were in. It was nice and dimly lit due to closed curtains, but plain. All that filled the space were you, the bed, and a small wooden dresser to your left with a tall cup of water on top.

Water. Sweet, sweet water. You chugged it down, throat parched from the previous events. The cool refreshing liquid woke up some of your senses. Slowly, your grogginess was replaced with the soreness of your muscles. You started to regret sitting up so suddenly. The side you were kicked on started to throb more and more.

You look down at the side in pain, seeing that your blazer and dress were replaced with a simple white wrap skirt secured with a knot around your chest. You felt almost naked, cold too. Never have your arms, chest, and legs been as exposed as they are now. Even your long nightdress had sleeves.

But that wasn’t important. You were in this strange place, Sho is nowhere to be found, and your things are gone. You needed to know more. Now, you may have been overreacting a bit, but what’s the harm in coming prepared? You break the glass you drank from earlier, grabbing the biggest piece and tearing some of the fabric you were wearing to wrap around the shard for a handle. You didn’t know what to expect, but at least you had something to defend yourself with.

You held it in the front as you slowly pushed the creaky door open. You thought you were ready for anything, but you weren’t expecting to be atop a balcony overseeing a complex combination of treehouses, bridges, and grounded buildings all surrounded by stone walls, complete with archers in loose armor patrolling the top. It wasn’t like any of the armor your guards wore though. It consisted of metal, like the knights in your father’s army, but they also wore feathers, leather straps, and colorful face paint. If you had to guess, you were nowhere near your own kingdom. They kept watch of the forest while the rest of the citizens of this odd town bustle happily below. Adults traded and conversed with one another while the children played with balls or kites below. All of them wear similar outfits to yours, comfortable and with a closer connection to nature. Some women wore clay beads around their heads like crowns paired with bright, multi-layered dresses made of choppy fabric. Most men wore loose shirts, some went bare chested, all wore slightly baggy pants, usually with multiple belts. A stark contrast to the puffy floor length dresses and tight pants of your people.

So where exactly were you?

“Do you like the view?” a voice said behind you.

It made you jump, and instinctively, you turn to hold out the makeshift knife you temporarily forgot about. The man you pointed the sharp edge at yelped and held both hands up as he rounded the corner.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked up on ya.” he smiles sheepishly.

He was a red-headed man with spiky hair, a short vest, bandana, and baggy pants. Similar to the people below. From what you could see, no weapons. Still, you keep the blade pointed at his exposed torso. You’ve never killed anyone before, and the thought scares you, the overwhelming fear of being here in strange clothes scared you even more.

You take a step back, trying to distance yourself from the newcomer. “Who are you?”.

“Eijiro Kirishima, right hand man of King Bakugou. I’m glad to see you awake and well.” he says, not moving from his spot. “We’ve met before, your highness.”

“Huh?” You say, dumbfounded. You’ve never seen this man in your life. You would’ve known if you did, his face is...very memorable.

He pointed to the decently sized scar on his face. It traveled from his right corner of his lip and up to the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t bright red, but it still looked like it had only recently healed. A cut like that would’ve taken at least a week for it to stop being inflamed; you wondered how he’d gotten it or why he was pointing to it.

You shook your head, not understanding.

Kirishima chuckles nervously, “Well uh, it might be hard to explain, but uh first things first, I came here to check on you. How’s that rib feeling?”

“My rib? It...hurts a lot” you admit, lowering the glass shard. ‘Hurt’ was an understatement though, it felt like it was on fire. Your side throbbing painfully with each breath you took. Adrenaline could only mask it for so long.

He nods and slowly approaches you again, hands out where you could see them. “Let’s get you back in bed” he says, gently scooping the glass out of your hand and placing it in his back pocket.

Hesitantly, you complied, weary of the shard being in his possession. At least, he seemed like he didn’t want to kill you. You leaned back into bed, muscles screaming from the short encounter. It’s only now you truly realize the extent of your injuries. You hissed as Kirishima readjusted your pillow as best he could, shaking the bed a bit.

“Now that you’re awake, I’ll let Deku take a look at you. He’s our medicine man, or doctor if you like.” And with that, he walks out, closing the door behind him.

But you couldn’t stay still. Even though your ribs hurt, you couldn’t sit back and wait. If you’re being nursed here, Shoto must be nearby. And besides, they don’t want to hurt you, right? After all, as you hauled yourself up and headed to the door once more, you found it still unlocked. You weren’t their prisoner.

You took a peek around the corner that you saw Kirishima come around last time. It led to a free hanging wooden bridge to another tree. The other side of your cabin led to some steps that took a wide curve around a wooden pillar of some sort, but taking a look upwards only showed you that it wasn’t a pillar at all: It was an absolute unit of a tree. Incredibly thick, and at least 500 feet tall, the tree had stairs carved from all over its sides and bridges split off to smaller trees holding up houses. An even more intricate pattern of pathways sat above your head than what you saw the first time when you looked on the balcony.

You clutched the railings, making your way up the stairs and onto the first platform branching off into other paths. Your “room” was just a simple block, fitted halfway into the trunk of the big tree. Woven branches and leaves make a simple flat roof; not much different from any other building here. Guess you’re just gonna have to find someone who knows this place. Preferably not Kirishima. You had a feeling he’d just bring you back to your room.

You hauled yourself up more stairs, opting to take the paths closer to the tree. Traversing mazes was never your strong suit, and this place could get you lost in a few seconds.

The further you went along the stairs, the harder it was for you to breathe. Your injury was draining your energy fast, making your body feel like a thousand pounds. Maybe going back to bed wasn’t a bad idea at all.

Just as you were about to give up and sit down, you came across a wider bridge, one that was definitely a lot more extravagantly built than the last. Thicker, and with decorative railings. It was built between the tree itself and a large mountaintop so tall, you couldn’t see the top. The bridge extended in a T shape, the horizontal bit from the tree built to the length of one wall of the kingdom to another with stairs down to where the guards patrolled. At the smaller section of the T sat a huge double doorway, carved from the wood of the tree you’ve been climbing around for the past 10 minutes. It depicted battles, warriors wielding swords and fighting alongside winged beasts of enormous size...Dragons. Then it clicked. Kinda. You swung at that large beast before, at its snout right when it was right behind you. And Kirishima had a scar along his mouth and nose...

Kirishima = Dragon?

You shook your head, unable to fully convince yourself. It must be your pain fogging your mind a bit. You guess it was the same reason you were walking through those double doors. Big doors were the norm for you, being a princess after all. In your state of confusion, it’s better to go with more familiarity. You pulled it open with a bit of difficulty and slipped in as the doors slowly closed behind you without a sound. Just as you suspected, it was a grand hall for royalty that was almost as big as your father’s. The room was curved, thanks to the tree’s natural design. Flowered vines decorated the plain walls. An empty throne of wood and bones sat in front of what you thought must be the opening to the other side of the tree. You could see the sunshine bathe the throne in its gentle light.

You straightened your composure subconsciously, as you’ve been taught to in throne rooms like these, and walked to the throne. Bones and wood, delicately intertwined with one another to form a beautiful crest along the top of the backrest and pair of armrests. You dragged your fingers along the sanded wood gingerly, admiring the craftsmanship. Swords were stabbed in between, like trophies. Some chipped, others completely broken in half. All went through obvious signs of battle. Losing battles, that is. This was a throne for a King that should be feared. Unlike your father and birth giver’s thrones, which symbolized elegance and formality, this one was fierce, powerful, and dangerous. For some reason, your mind was reminded of the man with the Vermillion eyes. How he strode proudly with bold movements, the same way you’ve seen your father or King Enji act when confronted. Was he the one who owned this throne?

A few feet behind it were steps leading up to a large balcony, open to give an extraordinary view of the kingdom you saw before. You walked up the steps slowly, entranced by the calm sight of the sky and trees. A warm breeze lifted the stray hairs from your face, and you felt calm, your injuries temporarily forgotten. You thought you saw everything from the height you were at when you first woke up, well, you were a couple hundred feet higher now and so much more had been revealed. You could see the exact boundary of walls that protected the civilians, previously hidden by other trees. A huge, open gate on the other side of the kingdom guarded by tiny soldiers both on ground and up on the wall. The complex bridges you saw earlier seemed to build around this area so as to not obstruct the view. You dared not to go straight to the railings though, it felt out of place for you to be watching over someone else’s civilians. So just at the top of the stairs you stayed.

Along the sides of the extended walls where the stairs were built, hung swords of all shapes and sizes, snugly staggered amongst each other like decorations. Each one told a story, from the blade type down to the hilt decorations. You wonder who wielded each magnificent weapon. The man you fought had a sword worn down from no doubt years of battle, more so than any of these blades on the wall.

“I wonder where he is.” you spoke out loud.

“Where who is?” a gruff voice responded.

You froze in place.

Speak of the devil. There he was. He appeared around the left side of the throne, nonchalantly leaning an elbow above his head on it. He wore the same attire as before, cutlass hanging at his side- only this time, tribal beads and threaded teeth hung around his neck. The sunlight coming from the open spaces behind you revealed his hair to be golden, as well as uncovered the many battle scars that previously blended with his skin underneath the pale moonlight. He made your shrink a bit in his presence.

He cocked his head to one side, lifting an eyebrow at your staring. “Well?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you forced yourself to say something. “Sorry, You, you’re..and then...Uh…” you managed to spit out, ears burning. You couldn’t look at him straight. He only narrowed his eyebrows in response. ‘Great job (y/n), he thinks you’re a moron now.’ you scold yourself.

“Maybe that shitty Deku got it wrong, and you’re the one with the concussion.” he scoffed.

“I have no such thing!” you blurted out. You tried to look him in the eyes again, but the dominance they radiated made you feel like a pup caught disobeying her master. But why? You’re royalty, a future Queen! You shouldn’t let the likes of him intimidate you like this!

So you stood up straight again, taking a deep breath and raising your chin to address the man in front of you properly. Your insides felt like they were being stabbed with a flaming rod, but you refused to succumb to it now. “I lost myself a bit there. I’ve come here for answers.” you say, clasping both hands together. “Where is the leader of this Kingdom?”

Unfazed by your new composure, he stared right back. “You’re lookin at him.”

“And your name?”

“Why does that matter?”

“It matters because I’d like to know to whom I’m speaking with.” you grit your teeth.

“Oh, and what gives you the right, little thief?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not a thief,” you growl, “I’m princess (y/n) of the Northern Kingdom, first and rightful heir to the throne. As a fellow royal, I deserve the right to know who you are.”

At your words, his body went rigid. “You deserve it, huh?” He moved from his spot at the throne, up the stairs towards you and towering over your figure. You shuffled backwards in alarm. “You, a Northern pansy with your tea parties, lazing around in your kingdom, not giving a damn about the ecosystem around you. You call that royalty?” He spat, raising his voice. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, physical heat, fueled by his anger. “Destroying more of my home to make room for your stupid roads. Killing my people’s food for sport and leaving the skinless carcass to rot so you could have your stupid exotic rugs- I’ve seen how much you people take for granted. If it weren’t for the size of your army, I would’ve conquered you assholes by now. Why did I even listen to that damn Kirishima, I should’ve left you and your boyfriend in the forest. At least you’d be useful for once-”

“Wait, I think you’re overreacting here, and he’s not-” you tried to reason, stumbling over your feet. You completely lost your composure now, your heart practically beating out of its chest.

“Or your brother, I don’t give a damn who he is, my people are running out of food because of yours- but I don’t think you ever knew, huh? Probably worried over some bullshit like what you’re gonna wear, or if some other pretty boy prince out there thought you were cute.” He continued. You back found the edge of the railing and you latched your hands onto it. Taking a quick glance backwards, you found the height a little terrifying now.

“Well, I’m over here hunting day and night to find meals and what do I get? Two more mouths to feed. Useless, pathetic weights on my back. If you wanna talk about being my fellow royal-”

“Bakugou, stop!” you hear Kirishima’s voice echo.

Kirishima. Oh thank god Kirishima is here.

The newly identified “Bakugou” snaps his head to the side at the voice. You look around Bakugou’s figure to see the redhead entering through the doorway, a stranger with green hair trailing behind him.

“You need to eat, Kachaan.” the stranger says. “We’re not starving, Denki found a whole new area with more game- but you can’t hunt it if you’re the one hungry.”

“Stop telling me what to do, I’ll eat when the provisions are restocked.” he turned to the side to face the pair and glared.

Kirishima in the meantime had already ran across the hall, climbing the stairs up to you two. “It’s been three days, brother, you’re getting aggressive.”

Bakugou took another glance at your shocked figure, and for a moment, you could see a pang of guilt hit him. But it was fleeting. His face returned to and scowl and he scoffed, fully turning around and heading down the steps past his comrade. “Aggression is what’s kept this kingdom prosperous.”

“Well, yelling at her highness isn’t very prosperous.” he shot back, tracking the blonde with his eyes.

The stranger made his way next to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Kirishima acknowledged him and rushed off towards the doors with his leader.

“Well they’re always talking about equality for some goddamn reason, why can’t I yell at them like men?” Bakugou threw his hands up in the air.

“That’s not what they’re talking about…” the other man responded.

Their voices grew distant as they left the hall, leaving you and the kind stranger. With Bakugou gone, you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and fell to your knees, groaning.

So, that was Bakugou. You didn’t wanna think about what could’ve happened if Kirishima hadn’t stopped him.

“Woah, hey, uh, we should get you back to your room.” he says, cradling your shoulders. “I’m Izuku Midoriya by the way, but you can call me Deku.”

“(Y/n)” you strained. “Nice to... nice to meet you Deku, but I can’t go back yet. I have to make sure Sho is ok…”

Deku brought you back up to your feet, sliding an arm around your waist and a head under your arm. “Sho? Is that your friend?”

“yeah,” you nodded as the two of you began heading to the door yourselves, “my childhood friend. We were...we got lost...”

“Lost? We could send a messenger out to your kingdom and let them know you’re here-” He says.

“No!” You yelled. Deku looked taken aback and gave you a concerned look. A little embarrassed, you cleared your throat. “No. It’s ok, I uh, I’d prefer we don’t make a huge deal about this.”

Deku chuckled, “Oh, of course my lady, but, are you sure you’re ok to go visit him?”

“Please, I was the one who caught him in all of this mess.”

He smiled as he pushed one of the doors open with his foot, and headed down the steps almost as far as where your own room was, only before the last flight of stairs he took a bridge across to another tree where a small cluster of buildings sat. He gently slid out from besides you to open the front door. Sho laid flat on the bed in front, quietly sleeping. He looked much better now. The lump on his face had almost disappeared, wrapped heavily in clean bandages. He was shirtless as well, only more bandages covering his chest and parts of his arm. He had bruises everywhere, but otherwise, he looked taken care of. In addition to the bedside dresser, there was a small wooden table to his right with tools, bandages, and washcloths. He must’ve needed stitches. You teared up at the sight, feeling guilty again for all the trouble you caused.

Deku gently placed a hand on your shoulder again, leading you to a couch on the side of the room. “He’s got a concussion as well as deep cuts here and there, but he’ll make a full recovery in about three weeks. I’m going to have him stay in bed for a week and a half and then go from there.”

“It’s all my fault,” you whispered, voice cracking. At this point, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“What? No, it’s those people in the forest. Wild people. They like to mess with anyone caught out at night. Except for kach- erm, The King. They’re terrified of him.”

You sniffed, “Bakugou, right?”

“Y-yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “we grew up together, so I’m used to calling him Kacchan. It was just a name and uh, oh, and, I’m sorry for the way he acted, he’s been out scouting food for a while, not eating at all. He thinks the forest is slowly going dry. He’s a good person, I promise, he just has a mean face. He must’ve scared you.”

“It’s ok,” you shook your head. “He was...he was right. About my people.” You wiped the tears from your eyes, staring at the wall in front of you. “My father, he likes money and power. He likes seeing happy and rich citizens. I used to think it was because he cared about them when really, it’s so he could show off to other kingdoms. I could hear them sometimes, talking about expanding towards the forest, cutting down more trees for a new library or something. He liked the pelts too, making me little stuffed rabbits when I was younger. I always thought it was ok though, I never knew people lived here. Now I feel awful.”

Deku gave you a kind smile. “Hey, but it wasn’t you, right? That was your dad. Don’t beat yourself up over his decisions.”

“Yeah” you sighed, “I guess.”

Deku’s smile grew bigger, and he pushed himself off the couch. You watched him walk over to the dresser and opened up one of the drawers to pull out a small blanket.

“Here” he said, unfolding the blanket and handing it to you. “I’m gonna go grab the medicinal tea I brought to your room, it’ll help with the pain. Uh, I’m not quite sure, but I think you may have slightly fractured a rib, so the best thing we could do is let it heal itself for a week. Who knows, it might just be bruised.”

“Thanks.” you say, laying yourself down on the couch in the meantime. After Deku came back with that tea, you passed out fast.

You had a dream. Your father was right in front of you, raising his sword above his head. He was scared of something, but you couldn’t tell what. The background was fuzzy, but you could see it was destroyed. You were raising your arms, protecting someone. Everything was in slow motion, fading slowly to white.

You spasmed awake, inhaling sharply. The image faded fast out of your mind. Shoto was snoring lightly on the bed, arm lazily resting atop his stomach. Good. Sighing, you set aside the blanket and walked out the door for some fresh air. The tea helped you a lot, even now. You didn’t even feel any pain. The moon shone brightly again as the breeze cooled your skin, giving you deja vu of the whole fiasco from before. Except this time, this was peaceful. You weren’t lost. No one was chasing you. And most importantly, you and Shoto were safe. Everything was good for now.

A large shadow fluttered in the corner of your eye, causing you to jump a bit. A red dragon with magnificent wings landed in the clearing by the kingdom gates, which were now closed shut. Its rider, the buttholeish King, yelled at the guards. They notched their arrows, shooting into the forest with expertise. A roar of some sort of animal retreated, rustling trees in its wake. Bakugou slid down from its neck to untie the fresh animal carcasses secured on the dragon’s back. Other soldiers came from the buildings to help carry them. Then, as Bakugou hopped to the ground, the dragon began to shrink back into itself. Wings folded into his backside, neck shortening, and body losing its color to turn into...Kirishima. It blew your mind. So you really did hit him hard back there. You had to apologize.

You rushed down the steps to find them, not really thinking about the fact that you had absolutely no idea where you were going. Nor did you really think about your stamina. Five sets of stairs and you were already panting.

As you leaned against the tree, trying to be careful with your breaths. It still didn’t hurt, but damn did you get tired quick. Just as you were turning to tackle another flight, a head of blonde hair appeared from below, scowling.

“Again? What is it with you and not sitting still?” he grumbled. You could hear the fatigue in the way his voice cracked.

You sat up from the tree, surprised that he climbed so fast. “I, er, wanted to apologize to Kirishima for the wound is all.” you rubbed your arm nervously as he stopped in front of you.

He eyes you with skepticism, probably wondering if you were telling the truth or not. “He’s gonna be taking care of the fresh meat for a while, and probably sleep till late afternoon knowing the lazy idiot.” he grumbles.

“Oh.” you say, still kind of embarrassed.

“And besides, he’s fine. He heals like it’s nothing.”

“Because he’s a dragon…?”

“Heh, something like that.”

“Oh.”

You two sit in silence for a moment after that. The awkwardness was almost unbearable.

“This reminds me, Shitty Hair wanted me to do something. Can you walk up the stairs?” he finally asks.

You shrug, “I’ll get up there eventually.” you respond.

“Well, I don’t have time to wait for ‘eventually’” he says, and lifts you up off the ground with both arms. He hugs you close to his bare chest and climbs the stairs with no problem, not even a slight change in breathing.

You help a bit, holding on to his neck for support. “Where-“

“I have to give you your shit back.” He grunts. “You lived so I don’t get to keep your sword.”

“What an awful mouth you have for a king.” You frown.

He smirks in response, “you haven’t seen the half of it, princess.”

Princess. The way he says “princess” sends shivers down your spine. You don’t know why, but you found yourself staring at his features again. Hair shining almost white again, gently waving in the wind. Piercing eyes, sharp jawline, defined collarbones…

“Oi, quit starin.” He interrupts your thoughts.

“Huh? Why...uh, why would I stare at you?” you say, your voice an octave higher.

He chuckles lightly while you try to look everywhere but him. He passes Shoto’s room and instead keeps heading upwards. Past the throne room too, taking a staircase to a room above it. He pushes it open to a gorgeous bedroom. The amount of oil lamps lining the walls could barely light up the entirety of the room. Giant bed with plush pillows along one wall, a balcony on the other side of the room, a door leading to what you think is a bathroom, and lots and lots of “trophies” hanging up on the wall. Helmets, swords, capes, horns, claws- must be from what he killed. One horn spread the length across the wall from his bed, being almost 10 feet long. You’d be terrified to know what creature that belonged to...or, had belonged to. Still, they were oddly beautiful. Clearly, they were a struggle to take down, judging by the damaged sword Bakugou wielded and the slight deformities in the trophies themselves. A crack down the middle of a knight’s helmet. Multiple tears in a blue and white feathered cape. It was almost surreal to you, that a man that could win all these vicious battles can gently place you on the soft cushions of one of the few couches that occupied his room.

Walking to his bed, he picked up an object propped up against the bed frame. He trunks to you, holding it flat against both hands. Your sword!

He unsheathed it, examining the blade in the dim lamplights with approval. “This is made of Awherian metal, better not lose it.” he says, sheathing it and handing it back to you. You take it gingerly, propping it by your feet.

“Awherian?” You repeated.

“Awherians used to be a tribe up in the North before going extinct a long time ago. Legends say they used to battle giants, cuz they ate their dragons...or some bullshit my old hag likes to talk about.” he crosses his arms.

He took notice of you lowering your head, and sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I uh,” he cleared his throat, “I shouldn’t have said all that. Earlier, I mean. Kirishima was right about being hungry, I don’t usually yell at women. Unless they’re trying to kill me, you know.”

“It’s ok,” you lean back into the couch, “you weren’t wrong. I said this to Deku earlier already: I thought my father was doing the right thing because he, well, he’s my father. If I had known there was a whole civilization here...I just...I hope I can help.”

He looked at you for a few seconds, calculating. Were you genuinely being honest? Maybe, he thought. He has his doubts still.

Bakugou was always weary about newcomers, and didn’t take too kindly to them. The only reason these two were brought in was because Kirishima urged him to. The king refused at first, reasoning that this could’ve been a set-up, that the cult that pranced the outskirts of their territory had a plan to send in spies this way. Of course, Kirishima says that there’s no way they would possibly injure their own like this, leaving them one step away from death, but Bakugou has seen their ways. They would eat each other if they wanted to. Eventually, he gave in on the reasoning that they weren’t the smartest of people. You seemed different. He ordered his closest men, including that shitty Deku to keep an eye on you both.

“Maybe you could. Who fuckin knows” He says, “but not when you can’t even climb fucking stairs without wheezing like a granny.” He says, earning a slightly offended whine from you. He smiles lightly, then points to his bed with a thumb. “Go.”

You look at him, perplexed. “In your bed?”

“No shit, it’s the middle of the night.” He narrows his eyes.

“I’m, b-but we’re not married-“ you stuttered.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “relax princess, you have it to yourself. I just don’t feel like taking you back down to your room, or to that half n half bastard.”

With a grunt, he picks you up off the couch and onto the bed. The plush blankets swallowing you almost immediately.

“Do you like insulting people?” you ask as he throws the blanket over you.

“I dunno, do you like breathing, or is it just something you do?”

“You’re impossible.” You rolled your eyes. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch.” He replies, undoing the buckles on his cape. “Sleep, we’ll have you properly taken care of tomorrow, starting with a bath.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Hey!” you pouted. A bath sounds wonderful though.

“You were supposed to be in bed all day today, but whatever.” he sighs. He folded his cape neatly and placed it on his bedside dresser, then flopped onto a couch on the far side of the room, facing away from you. Eventually, his muscles relaxed and you could hear soft puffs of breaths as he slept.

It was calming in a way. Every night, even as a small child afraid of the dark spaces in your room, you slept alone. You had to overcome that fear alone, your mother definitely didn’t want you bothering her, and your father was far too tired from dealing with the kingdom all day. But knowing someone else was in the room felt, in an odd way, nice. You drifted off again, but this time, without dreams.

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I'd like to request Vampire/werewolf Shouta saving human Mic from a Vampire who was stalking him as either prey, or wanted to make Mic his mate. (Nothing out there or creepy, but depending how you describe the scene it can be). If you want something creepy, then how about Mic and Aizawa are exploring an abandon temple and Mic falls through the floor and not only lands on top of a rotted corpse that comes to life, but surrounded by spiders. (Maybe a giant spider Nomu if you wanna be mean to Mic.)

Loved your prompt! Sorry it took so long (midterms are horrible)! I hope you enjoy it! 

I planned for prompts to be 500 words, but uh, yeah that didn’t happen and I definitely went above lol. This would also be included in AO3!

Title: Temple of Doom

“Are- are you sure about this, Shouta?” Hizashi stuttered, hugging himself to calm his fear as he entered the dilapidated gates. 

“Well, we have no other choice, do we?” The raven-haired man answered as he took a step inside the rotting temple. 

It was no mystery that this temple had been abandoned ages ago; leaving it to decay and succumb to Mother Nature. From Shouta’s research - it used to be a place where people would gather for religious ceremonies. 

Many documents described rumors of strange, almost cult-like gatherings that even made Shouta feel uncomfortable. He kept this information secret from Hizashi who is easily frightened by disturbing stories of such kinds. 

After all, they weren’t here to investigate such rumors of old, but to capture any villain that might have recently used this mortifying temple as a hiding spot.

As they passed through a narrow tunnel, all they could hear were their boots splashing against shallow puddles and the loud drops that fell from the roof. It was eerily quiet, with the smallest hint of sound creating an echo that traveled through the whole building. Shouta was in front of Hizashi, being the only one with a steady hand capable of holding a flashlight. 

The walls were closing in, leaving little room for two people. Hizashi started to feel cold, trembling as he passed by the walls plastered in some odd liquid he dared not analyze. He was never claustrophobic, but each second felt like he was slowly suffocating. 

They finally entered a room covered in old, broken-down furniture. Shouta circled the room, eyeing every piece of furniture to find any clues on where they are. The place has been left unattended for many years, and the only living things were the spiders creating webs in the chairs and wall cracks. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

“Don’t touch anything, Hizashi,” Shouta ordered, “who knows what might be growing in these places.” 

He heard Hizashi whimper beside him, and Shouta immediately turned back alarmed. 

“Sho- Shouta...that wasn’t me,” Hizashi whispered, his voice shaking with horror. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Shouta’s eyes widened as he searched for the noise. He instinctively clutched his binding cloth and lowered his goggles to prepare for any surprise attack. 

The tapping echoed once again through the room, and Shouta felt his confusion grow by the second. He knew he had pinpointed the direction of the noise, yet he couldn’t see anything. 

He approached the corner where he was certain the noise originated from, but all he saw was a wooden table with some sort of vase. 

Now that he had a better look, the vase looked more like an urn than anything. Shouta gulped, feeling a sense of dread that traveled throughout his body. 

The tap came back, and it wasn’t until then that Shouta realized the source of the sound.  

“The noise,” he started, “it’s coming from inside the walls.” 

“W-what do you mean?” Hizashi asked, his voice betraying him with sniffles. 

Before Shouta could respond, the urn suddenly flung violently off the table and landed on the floor right beside Shouta. The raven man backed away immediately, impulsively seeking for Hizashi’s embrace. 

He didn’t have much luck, considering the scream that Hizashi let out. Any normal being would have screamed, but with his quirk, it wasn’t the most adequate time. 

His blaring cry resonated throughout the room, possibly the whole temple. The place began to shake violently, toppling pieces of furniture and artifacts all over the floor. The walls shook with such force that new cracks began to form, threatening the stability of the building. 

Hizashi looked frantically at Shouta, who was staring back at him. The loud hero reached out for his friend, and for a moment he saw Shouta approaching him. 

Then he fell. 

The floor opened, and Hizashi felt gravity take a hold of him. His hands stretched out for anything, anyone - but it was useless. 

“Hizashi!” Shouta screamed out, running to save his friend. He couldn’t prevent him from falling, but he would be damned if he left without Hizashi. 

Shouta kneeled down at the edge of the gaping hole on the floor. The thick dust and smoke made it almost impossible to see anything below him, but he was sure he could make out an unconscious figure that had to be Hizashi and weird objects surrounding him. 

“Hizashi, stay there!” Shouta yelled, “I’ll be down there as quickly as possible.” 

Shouta looked around the room to find a sturdy object to tie his binding cloth, but it proved difficult given the vulnerable state of all the furniture that threatened to break apart any second. 

Below the wreckage, Hizashi gained consciousness. He winced as he felt a sharp pain on his ribs and right thigh. He turned around, facing the roof, and gasped when he saw his right thigh bleeding with a shredded piece of glass pierced through it. 

He leveled his breathing as he closed his eyes to prepare for the pain. He carefully grabbed the piercing glass with two fingers, and with the strength of his adrenaline - he plucked it out from his skin. 

His face contorted in pain, but he kept silent, not wanting to repeat the same incident that led him to this mess. He threw the bleeding glass somewhere far from him, which clashed with other objects he couldn’t decipher. 

Hizashi started crawling backwards, using his elbows, but he kept meeting something strange. It was rough and solid, making his elbows ache. When he turned his head to take a closer look, his eyes widened when he saw bones. 

Pieces of bones surrounding him in every direction. 

Hizashi covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, but he couldn’t contain the tear that lingered on his eyes from falling down his cheeks. He was sure he had entered the gates of Hell, and Shouta was nowhere to be seen. 

Where was Shouta? Where was the love of his life? Not that Shouta knows he is subject to Hizashi’s love. Now that he thought about it, he never got to tell Shouta how he felt. 

He started to hyperventilate, feeling like air was poisoning and suffocating him. He feverishly shook his head, crawling away from the bones but they were everywhere. He felt something move quickly through his hands, and that’s when he knew that his nightmare was far from over. 

“No, no, no, no,” Hizashi gasped, feeling tiny spiders skittering across the floor. He whimpered as he suppressed sobs filled with terror. He closed his eyes with such force that it ached, but it was miles better than being forced to see the spiders. 

Ever since that time he fell into a pit filled with those crawling creatures; he can’t bear the sight of it. 

The floor rumbled as heavy footsteps approached him in the dark. Hizashi panicked, hugging his knees for comfort as his breath stood still. 

Eight twisted razor-like legs loomed above Hizashi, with black goo oozing off. The face with an exposed brain gave the indication that Hizashi was dealing with a Nomu. 

A Nomu with a spider mutation. 

Hizashi screamed in horror, with the Nomu screeching alongside him. It raised one of its sharp legs, and aimed it straight to Hizashi.

Before it could reach the loud hero, it was stopped by a white cloth that tightly grabbed the monster and flung it away from Hizashi. The Nomu crashed onto the wall, crying in pain. The attacker wasted no time in binding the creature, making sure its’ legs were tied up together. The sharp edges of the legs might have been a threat, but the raven man trusted the strength of his binding scarf. 

Shouta darted towards Hizashi, and felt his heart shatter when he heard Hizashi’s cries of pain. He should have never left Hizashi’s side, but all he could do now was embrace his friend. Keep him safe in his arms. 

Hizashi sobbed with his eyes shut closed, “Shouta...it was horrible, I- I just stood there frozen. I couldn’t do anything I-”

“It’s okay, Hizashi,” Shouta comforted, caressing Hizashi’s hair, “I’m here.” 

“Thank you,” Hizashi whispered, “I’m sorry, I was too weak-”

“No, don’t say that,” Shouta said, backing away to cup Hizashi’s cheeks, “you’re not weak Hizashi. This was a phobia of yours, so don’t you dare apologize for something that wasn’t your fault.” 

Hizashi’s tears started to dry up, and a small smile crept on his face. 

“Can we go now?” he asked with imploring eyes. 

Shouta smiled back, “Sure, I’ll call for backup and then we can get the hell out of here.” 

Making their way outside of the temple was difficult, with Shouta maneuvering himself and Hizashi, who kept his eyes closed as he limped. Shouta ripped a part of his outfit to tie it tightly onto Hizashi’s injured leg before they left. 

Once they reached the entrance, Shouta decided to sit down on one of the stairwells with Hizashi. The two were hit by the force of the sun as they catched their breath. Shouta knew more pro heroes and officers were coming to deal with the Nomu, and whatever hellish things could be hiding in that temple of doom. All they had to do now was wait, and then they will finally be free from all of this. 

Hizashi leaned onto Shouta’s shoulders, thinking about how close he was to being severely injured, or perhaps dying. Knowing he could have died without letting Shouta know how he feels was troubling him, and he told himself that he would stop being a coward and do something about it. 

He knows Shouta might not feel the same, but after today, he is willing to take the risk. Hizashi glanced at Shouta, who was staring blankly at the sky. He wondered what Shouta was contemplating about, but decided not to break Shouta’s thoughts. 

Shouta gazed at the blue skies, which was a stark contrast from the dark surfaces of the temple behind him. In the sight of the purest natural light, everything became clear to him. 

Maybe I should tell Hizashi that I love him.

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5 + 1

5 times Shoto almost kisses you and the 1 time he actually does. 

This is for @infinity2639 for winning my contest. If you guys want to see more contests where I’ll do more custom one shot type content let me know. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it. 

I didn’t have time to proof read so if you notice mistakes let me know and I can fix it. xx

Word count: 1593 | Warnings: Fluff?? 

The first time Todoroki almost passed the line of friendship was unexpected in the way that he didn’t realize just how cute you were after waking up. 

It was innocent enough, the way your glasses sat crooked on your face after a nap during your free period of the day. He just wanted to fix them, but instead ended up pushing your short hair aside so he could better adjust the frames. 

At least that’s what he told himself, but deep down he knew that he wanted to brush his fingertips through your hair just a little bit. 

“You should take these off if you’re going to sleep during school.” He joked, avoiding eye contact as he fixed them quickly. The way you blushed sent his heart into a small stutters. He knew it wasn’t normal to react this way around a friend, but he tried to play it off.

“Thanks, Shoto.” You whispered, glancing up at him when he pulled his hand away. When his eyes finally met yours the thought rushed through his mind, fleeting almost. 

“Kiss them”, it seemed to whisper. 

Shoto pulled away though, unable to comprehend this new discovery of his feelings for you. He blamed it mostly on getting caught up in the moment of brushing your hair back, but your cute sleepy expression may have had some part in it, even if Shoto was unwilling to admit it.

--

The second time was definitely his fault and not your own, unless you placed blame on the messy way you eat your ice cream. 

The two of you sat quietly on a bench outside the sweets shops, both digging into your favorite flavor as the crowded sidewalk flowed with unaware citizens. He couldn’t help glancing at your attempt to eat the ice cream before it completely melted in the fading summer heat. 

His chuckle was low, the amusement clear in the small smirk that appeared on his lips. “Ash, you’re going to get a brain freeze.” 

You ignored him, taking an extra big part of the delicious treat and then giving him a smug look before your nose scrunched up in instant regret. 

“I told you so.” He gloated, leaning in close and using his finger to gently wipe a missed spot hiding in the corner of your mouth. 

The action was without thought, but when Shoto realized just how close he was, his actions froze. He could hear your breathing increase along with his own and unconsciously started to lean in until your lips were just moments from touching. 

The cool wetness that seeped into his shirt caused him to break from the trance and jerk away. Looking down at his shirt he realized your melted ice cream was now smeared all over his shirt. 

Your laugh was instant, loud and giddy at the sight of Todoroki’s now ruined shirt. 

--

The third time was to be expected with the romantic setting the two of you had placed yourselves in. 

Todoroki followed behind as you tugged him toward the open field, following just the faintest glow of your body as your quirk helped light the way through the dark. It didn’t stop you from tripping occasionally on the tall grass, but Todoroki was always quick to steady you before continuing down the hill to your favorite spot. 

“Hurry or we will miss it!” You called, letting go of Todoroki’s hand in your attempt to lay out the blanket you brought along. 

It was close to midnight, but luckily neither had school the next day. Even if there was school though, Todoroki doubted you would miss such a big meteor shower. With your quirk came the fascination of any light source and since realizing this fact, Todoroki was sure to keep up to date with all meteor showers. 

He loved to watch the wonder glow on your face as your body faded from light to dark so that you wouldn’t miss the brightness of such a beautiful sight. Laying side by side, he couldn’t keep his eyes away on the shower, too focused on you and how the light played off your face. 

When you turned to look at him, your smile faltered as the little voice in his head once again whispered to kiss them. He knew now that he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to yours, but when he went to lean in like before an extra bright meteor shot by, catching your attention and making Shoto lose his chance once again. 

--

The fourth didn’t happen until it was good and cold, the ground icing over just a bit which caused a slippery walk home for anyone that didn’t drive or ride the train. It was common for Todoroki to walk you home after school and this day wasn’t any different.

He had seen the patch of ice before you did, trying desperately to catch you before you fell. The attempt backfired, causing you to instead trip into him. His back hit the concrete hard, knocking the air out of him for a moment. 

When he finally glanced back to you, your eyes were big with surprise and a blush now covering your cheeks. The pink was a regular thing now, but Shoto couldn’t help being so mesmerized. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, squeezing your hips lightly since you were currently sprawled out on top of him. 

“This is the first big frost of winter, Sho, and I’m already falling for you.” You whispered the joke, smiling lightly down at him. 

Shoto scoffed, “More like I dragged you down with me.” 

The words had meaning behind them since Shoto was currently crushing hard and their compromising situation wasn’t helping his urge to lean up and kiss you. 

“Shoto?” You whispered, leaning down slowly. “Can I-” 

Your words were instantly interrupted by two friends jogging up to ask if the two of you were okay. Todoroki didn’t miss the disappointment swimming in your eyes as you were lifted off his chest.

--

The fifth time was the most shocking, at least to Shoto. 

“It’s an American tradition,” Denki commented, holding up the small bundle in awe. “One of these babies are gonna get me kissed.” 

Todoroki rolled his eyes, “Just because you’re holding up a plant doesn’t mean they will kiss you.” 

Denki shook his head, pointing vehemently at the doorway to the classroom. “I’m gonna hang it up and wait around for someone cute to walk through. You get caught, you pucker up. End of story.” 

Throughout the day, Todoroki had forgotten about the pesky plant, but that didn’t stop him from entering the classroom with you later that afternoon. 

“Wait!” Ochako yelled, but the damage was done. Todoroki and you both stood in the doorway, unaware of the plant dangling just inches above his head. “I was trying to stop you. Kaminari is on a rampage.” 

Denki popped up at that moment, smiling mischievously at the two of you. “Pucker up.”

You glanced briefly at the mistletoe, your cheeks now flushed in Todoroki’s favorite shade of pink. “A mistletoe?” 

Todoroki perked up at the recognition in your voice. He placed a hand on your arm, gently squeezing. “You don’t have to. Denki is just being.. Himself.” Denki made a scoffing noise, but didn’t comment. 

You didn’t answer, instead reaching up on your tiptoes and planting a brief kiss on Todoroki’s cheek. Without another word you turned to rush off to your desk in embarrassment. 

--

Shoto knocked gently on your dorm door, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. It wasn’t often that asked him to come to your room as soon as possible. If he was being honest with himself, he wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to confront him about his obvious crush on you. When you opened the door though all thought of that vanished. 

You stood clad in your favorite lazy pajamas, a board game held tightly in your palms. “I bought a new game.” 

Shoto’s eyes grew as you pulled him quickly into your room and shut the door. He didn’t even get a good look at the game before the two of you were sat across from each other on the floor. 

When you opened the box, he grimaced. “Scrabble? Since when do you like word games?” 

You shrugged, laying out the board and placing the tiles in the correct spot while Shoto collected his own. Without much debate, the two of them began the first game. 

There were jokes thrown back and forth between the two as the game got more complicated and Shoto’s competitive side reared its head. “Wait, that’s two words.” 

Your cheeks flushed with the realization that Todoroki didn’t really understand where you were going with this, just seeing the two words kiss me as a cheat on their part. 

“Sho, are you serious?” You leaned over the board, gesturing once again to the two words you so desperately wanted him to understand. 

“Yes, you can’t use two-” He paused mid sentence as he finally reached the conclusion that you wanted him to act out those two little words. “Ash.”

You leaned even closer, taking this opportunity to be more confident than you usually would, but damn it you were tired of waiting for Shoto to actually kiss you. The two of you had been playing almost for months now, if he was going to kiss you now was the time. 

“Kiss me.” 

Those words echoed in the room, but Shoto didn’t ponder them as his lips finally met yours in a sweet, much anticipated, first kiss.

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Safe Place

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Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: The pastor’s daughter isn’t supposed to yearn for danger and adventure, but it’s all you can think about. You’re in desperate need of an escape from your town, and when Bucky Barnes causes you to put yourself in impeccable danger, it seems you might have found your ticket out.

Warnings: A little violence I guess? Fluffy, Bucky being cute asf and catching feelings, bad editting fo sho sorry

Words: 3752

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one, I had to whip it up quickly for a cute anon request who preferred it if I didn’t include the prompt in the description. Well, here ya go anon, hope you like it xo

Bucky Barnes was an anomaly, a complete wild card. Bucky Barnes was beyond the reasonable control of the law and fate alike. Bucky Barnes was the single black ink spot that bled into the crisp white pages of the book that you wrote for yourself. And Bucky Barnes was most certainly a bad idea.

The beautiful good girl falls for the rugged bad boy, it’s a classic story, really, but this fable is far from the old cliche. The ‘bad boys’ depicted in such tales were troublemakers, maybe the skateboarder that smoked a just bit too much pot, or the low ranking member of the town’s local gang seeking a pretty girl to bandage his bloodied knuckles. Bucky Barnes was neither one of those characters, he was an entirely different breed of man.

A biker, leather jacket and all. That’s what you’d figured he was when you first laid eyes on him. Just another biker on just another Thursday night on just another hour at the same old bar you’d been coming to for ages- under the radar, of course, that’s why you always chose weekdays instead of the coveted Friday or Saturday pub crawl spot.

“Hey, (Y/N), mind lockin’ up when you’re done?”

The bartender asked you, and you nodded your head.

You see, you’d gotten a bit of a reputation at no fault of your own.

Small towns have small minds, that’s what you’d grown to understand, and being the pastor’s daughter, it was like the entire town held you on a pedestal of trust and virtue from the moment you were born. And you absolutely hated it.

You were raised a certain way, and abided by your parents rules as you grew up... or so you lead them to believe. As a teenager, you’d ventured over to the parties several towns over just to get a taste of the wild life that you craved.

And it just so happened that wild life would come at your in full swing on this ever so fateful night.

When you laid eyes on him you knew in your heart that he was trouble, a certain kind of trouble you’d never encountered, at least not in this close. His jacket clung to him, his choppy brown hair hung around his face, framing his piercing blue eyes with an air of recklessness.

Beautiful moving artwork, his tall and broad frame walked across the small and - aside from you - empty bar. Perched on your bar stool, you watched his every move, and you knew that he felt your eyes on him. 

A shared glance was held for only a moment, and a delicious tension filled moment settled in the air, one that you wished would’ve lasted at least a minute more, but it didn’t. He was gone just as quickly as he came, disappearing through the back door like many passersby did.

A frown settled on your face as you took another swig of your drink, your thoughts wondering to the man, the gorgeous and intoxicatingly mysterious man that you knew would plague your mind for weeks.

A moment- a single moment in his presence had your wound for tightly with an overbearing sense of anxiety fueled excitement that you couldn’t even think straight.

Your heart sank. You’d hoped that someone would take you away from the simple life you lead, and fantastically and ever so naively, you’d hoped that it would be him when you laid eyes on his frame.

Why? You didn’t know, he just had a certain quality - a vibe maybe - about him that made you feel something, and God did you ever yearn to feel. 

Your world was black and white, or at least the world that you coexisted in. The world you craved was colourful, with adventure looming around every corner. But this town sucked that dream out of you with every passing day you spent there.

You’d just graduated college and now all of the sudden you were expected to find your own life, make your own way into the world. Well, that prospect turned challenging when the only life pathway that was available to you was living here for the rest of your life, forever carrying the title Town Sweetheart. 

Another sip of the stiff drink in your hand helped you momentarily forget the resounding feeling of hopelessness. It felt like for a second, you were able to rid yourself of the torment of your pre-written epilogue, but perhaps it was just the uncomfortable burn of alcohol down your throat that worked as a distraction.

You set the now empty glass back down on the bar counter and sighed heavily, about to get another round for yourself but you nearly jumped out of your skin prior to the chance arising.

Gunshots rang through the glass bar windows, shattering them into shards, falling to the floor with loud clangs. 

A shriek came from your throat, and you dropped below the bar counter to take cover from whatever the hell just nearly killed you. 

The loud bang of the back bar doors brought you only slightly back into reality. You watched as legs moved, his legs moved. It was the man you’d been before, you knew it by the gate. 

A gun was cocked, and you feared that perhaps you might never make it out of this town for a whole other reason aside from merely being trapped by reputation and status.

Six shots rang out again, the muzzle of his gun giving off smoke that fell slowly to the floor, you watched in with wide eyes.

There was a cry from outside the bar. Whoever shot first must’ve been hit by the man in front of you. 

He moved towards the bar counter you were tucked under, and you prayed with everything you had that he would just leave you be, but as you saw his knees bend you knew it wouldn’t be the case.

He was at eye level within seconds, and you marveled for a moment at the colour of his eyes. The stare you shared was intense, as if each one of you was desperately trying to wither build a bridge of trust, or burn it to the ground. 

Heavy breathing was the only sound that was expressed between you for what felt like minutes, far too long given the circumstances of your meeting. 

A small tear slipped from your eye and fell down your cheek, a memento from the horror that you’d felt moments earlier. You watched his eyes soften when he noticed it.

“Come with me.” He said, extending a gloved hand to you.

You nodded your head, taking his hand and letting him pull you up with a strong tug. A warmth spread through your body, one that you knew was at his fault, but one that you knew was completely one sided. 

This man had no interest in you, this man was most likely a criminal of some sort, but for a reason that you couldn’t understand, he was choosing to save you instead of getting rid of you, like he very easily could have.

He took you down the back of the bar, out into the grubby old parking lot in the dark of the night. Moonlight illuminated the chrome of a motorcycle that he ushered you to before dropping your hand and fiddling with the gun that he’d stuck back in his pants, checking the ammo you assumed.

“What’s your name?” You asked quietly.

He looked at you, eyebrow cocked upwards, as if he was slightly confused by your question.

“My name?”

“Sure, everyone’s got one,” You said, “I figured I should know yours given the fact that you probably saved my life back there.”

A dry chuckle left his lips, “Most people wouldn’t call that a rescue.” 

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You whispered, unsure if introducing yourself first was the right reply to such a statement since he avoided telling you his name.

He hesitated as he put the gun back in his pants, but nodded his head, “Bucky Barnes.”

“Nickname?” You asked.

“Somethin’ like that.”

Faint sirens blared in the air, and you watched him tense.

“We gotta go.” He said.

“We?” You asked.

“Look, people knew that you were in that bar, which means they know that you saw me and when they don’t find your body in there,” He pointed back to the shattered windows of the building, “They’re going to come looking for you.”

“What in God’s name are you talking about?” You asked, your voice getting louder. 

You’d figured it was some sort of driveby, a stunt, an insane random act of violence, but the way Bucky was putting it, it seemed like he knew it was planned.

“Do you seriously have no idea who I am?” He asked.

“Of course I don’t!”

“Stop yelling.” His voice went so firm that you felt your blood run cold, and you closed your mouth.

“Who are you?” You asked him.

He opened his mouth, but police sirens blared out even louder, and his entire body flinched.

“We need to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you-”

“(Y/N), if you want to live, you are going to get on this fucking bike and I’m going to take us somewhere safe, do you understand?”

You were infuriated by his audacity to imply that you would just hop on the back of a motorcycle and drive off with him, but you were also terrified of what’d he’d said about people coming for you. The entire situation was crazy, but your heart sped up at the idea of running away from the town.

A nod, that was all he got from you, but it was enough for him to get on, with you behind him, and speed off.

The ride felt like ages, your arms wrapped firmly around Bucky’s waist as your hair whipped behind you. Streetlights blurred in every direction until you finally came to a stop at a rather seedy looking motel.

Bucky parked the bike around back, and escorted you into a room.

It was nicer than you’d expected, but small. The curtains were a stark white, walls a colour of beige, grey sheets on the neatly made bed. It was boring.

You sat on the mattress, and looked at him quizzically.

“What the hell was that?” You asked.

“I’ve done some bad things.” He said, averting eye contact.

“So I gathered.” You mused.

His eyes jerked up to see your smirk, and his face softened only slightly.

“You ever heard of someone called the Winter Soldier?”

You tilted your head to the side, trying to think of the familiarity of the name.

“I think so. Isn’t that the guy that Hydra’d been using for years until he finally got...” You looked at him and your eyes widened, “It’s you.”

He sighed, “Yeah.”

“They were trying to kill you.”

“Yeah.” He repeated.

“Why didn’t you just kill me too?” You asked him seriously, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, “Because I’m not going to kill someone who’s innocent.”

You looked away, hating the word he used to describe you. Innocent was apparently one of the only adjectives that people could use with you, and you despised it with a passion. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for not killing you.” He said.

“I’m thanking you for saving me.”

He shrugged off his jacket, not returning with a reply. You watched as he crossed the room, the thin material of the long sleeve shirt he was wearing clinging to his broad shoulders tightly as he made his way into the small kitchenette. 

“What now?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Coffee?” He asked, as you listened to him shuffle about out of your view.

“I guess it’s a start.”

You huffed out a sigh, trying to rid yourself of the shakes that held your body captive. You were trying desperately to calm down, but the excitement of everything that had happened to you couldn’t be contained.

You suddenly became aware of how cold the room was, a chill rushing up your spine. Rubbing your arms in hopes of generating some sort of friction, you longed for the sweater you left behind at the down completely destroyed bar.

In your muddled grievance, you neglected to hear Bucky enter in from the kitchen with two mugs in hand.

“Cold?” He asked.

You nearly jumped off the bed at the sound of his voice.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, setting your mug on the table next to the bed you sat on.

You averted eye contact in slight embarrassment as he padded his way over to you, removing the leather jacket and swiftly placing it over your shoulders.

You had to stop yourself from purring at the blissful warmth of his body heat that still resided in the thick jacket. A small sigh of content passed your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

You felt out of place with him in the same way that a toddler might feel out of place while learning to walk for the very first time. 

“You’re welcome.” He said quietly.

You glanced over at the mug he’d rested on the table next to you, and reached your hands out to grasp it firmly, the blissful warmth dancing along the pads of your fingers.

“It’s black, I hope that’s okay.” He muttered, sitting in the chair across from the bed.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

His eyes stayed on your figure for perhaps just a bit longer than normal. Bucky Barnes was fascinated by you for a reason he couldn’t quite describe. All he truly knew was that the image of a pretty girl like you sitting on his bed, clad in his worn out black leather jacket, your beautiful pink sundress peaking out from the bottom was something he never wanted to forget. lt was a type of juxtaposition that you never thought you’d get the opportunity to explore outside of the compound of your own imagination. It seemed that this Bucky character just might have broken you free. 

“You’re staring at me.”

That snapped him out of it.

He looked back up at your eyes and saw a faint smile resting there.

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned, and he nodded, “What are we gonna do next?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re here, and safe for the time being, but what about tomorrow?” Your eyes shifted around the room. Bucky now came to understand that you were perhaps more afraid then you lead on to be.

“We’ll keep moving.”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?” You asked.

A little piece of him just might have shattered at your question, because if you valued your life, he answer of course was that you really didn’t have a choice.

“I can figure something out.” Bucky said.

“No.” You said.

“No?” He asked.

“I’d been waiting for a ticket out of that place for years. I think you’re that ticket.”

Bucky’s heart shouldn’t have fluttered at that comment, but it did. 

“That bad?” He chuckled, sipping his own coffee.

A dry laugh passed your lips, “You have no idea.”

Bucky couldn’t help but admired the way you looked under the pale light of the motel room. You had this disposition about you that he hadn’t seen in a long time. You were refreshing.

“I’m the pastor’s daughter,” You laughed, “I sort of have a legacy.”

“Pastor’s daughter? Now that’s a title.”

“A title that traps you into a certain lifestyle forever.” You took a long drink of coffee, “But I won’t be trapped anymore, thanks to you.”

You smiled brightly at him, and he couldn’t help but return it.

“You know if you come with me you’re permanently putting a target on your back.” Bucky said.

“I’d rather live dangerously by my own choice than have everything planned out for me.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

“Besides, I think at least for now I can rely on you to protect me.”

Bucky furiously ignored the swelling feeling in his chest. He shouldn’t feel connected with you, his brain was screaming at him to stop, but he couldn’t. He felt something deep in his heart that he just couldn’t ignore.

Perhaps it was the sweet air of innocence that radiated off of your with every breath you took. Bucky was drawn to it, he yearned to be close to it. You were so different than him, and it astounded him. He felt a large sum of guilt for having to drag you into the mess that he called his life, but he was glad it was him who got to protect you.

“I really did mean it when I said thank you, you know.” You said, sipping once again at the coffee.

“I know.” Bucky said.

“Do you?” Your eyebrow quirked up at him playfully, “You don’t exactly strike me as the type to accept gratitude very well.”

It was ridiculous, to be flirting with the same that almost got you killed, but there was this primal attraction to him that you simply couldn’t resist. You yearned to live closer to the edge than you gotten before, and something like this was exactly what you needed.

A small laugh passed Bucky’s pink lips, “Well, doll, I probably don’t strike you as a lot of things.”

You cheeks heated up just a touch at the fluidity of the nickname when it came out of his mouth. It was so smooth, smooth enough to lead you to believe that Bucky Barnes knew how to navigate women more than you thought.

“I wouldn’t say that.” You mused.

“And what would you say?”

“I’d say you strike me as something with a lot of secrets,” You began, “And someone who’s maybe ready to finally be free of them.”

Bucky’s stare was locked on you.

“And how do you figure that?”

“Just a feeling.” You breathed, “What about me?”

“You strike me as the type of girl who might just be too innocent for her own good.”

You snorted, “You’d be surprised.”

A laugh left his lips again, “You strike me as different, and extremely beautiful.”

A blush crept up your neck so violently that even in the dim lighting, you knew Bucky could see it. And he most certainly did based on the smug smirk on his face.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“You say that a lot.”

“Seems to be that way, doesn’t it?”

Another chill ran up your spine, the motel room proving to be rather poorly insulated. A wave of exhaustion hit you at this time too, your eyelids becoming heavy despite the coffee in your system.

“You should get some sleep.” He said.

You yawned, “Guess so, yeah.”

You popped off the bed, setting the cooling coffee back on the table, and drew back the covers.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Bucky said.

You stopped with the blankets and looked back at him. There was a part of you that wanted to let him be, but there was another part that desperately needed to be with someone, that couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping alone in a shaken state.

“Unless..?” Bucky began.

“I don’t want to steal your bed.” You murmured.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch.” 

“Then we’ll share.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched up into a smile, and you knew he saw through the facade. He knew you were a bit scared right now, who wouldn’t be after the say that you’d had. And of all requests, sharing a bed with you was something he was so okay with.

He turned on his heal and moved towards a duffel bag, rummaging around in it before he pulled out a few articles of clothing. 

He handed you a large t shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“It’ll be more comfortable than the dress.” He said simply.

You thanked him, and moved into the bathroom to change. 

Upon seeing the redness of your cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile. You didn’t know why he had such an effect on you, all you knew was that you enjoyed it.

It seemed that he was becoming a source of comfort for you very quickly.

You shrugged off his jacket, shivering as the cool air hit your skin without it to protect you. Draping it over the sink, you began unbuttoning your dress, folding it neatly and leaving you only in your set of lingerie.

Bucky’s shirt fit you like a dress, coming down to about mid thigh, you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror. You decided against the sweats, figuring there wasn’t really much of a point to them anyhow.

You took his jacket, your dress, and the sweats back out of the bathroom, and made your way into the bedroom again.

Bucky had to stop himself from audibly swallowing at the sight of you. God, he thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you in his shirt like that? He almost lost it.

By the time you’d come out, he’d dressed himself in a set of pajamas and made himself comfortable on the bed. You smiled at him, resting the clothing on the dresser in the corner and peeling back the covers.

You were quick to snuggle in, sighing contently at the feeling of blissful warmth that they provided.

Bucky looked at you in awe, he’d never felt a connection like this with anyone so quickly. He followed you under the blanket, instantly feeling the warmth that your body provided. 

He hadn’t been close like this with a woman in too long to remember, it felt surreal to him, but he loved every second.

His eyes never left you as you slowly descended into sleep, he nearly jumped when he felt a small hand grasp his own. He would never be entirely sure if you were awake or not when you did this, but the uncertainty of it didn’t stop him from giving your hand a firm squeeze in reply.

And when he was absolutely certain that you were asleep, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, letting you snuggle into his side a little more.

He silently thanked anything that was listening that he was able to find you today. And you, caught in your own sleepy state, dreamt about escaping with Bucky on the back of his bike tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, happy to have found your safe place in the likes of a man who’d taken you away from everything that had once held you back.

[failaise]

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

“Earth to _____?” 

The vibrating chatter of Sunrise patrons hummed against your skin, lulling you into some state of hypnosis as you pressed a cup of coffee down into the machine. Your eyes were stuck open, staring blankly across at the posters on the brick-styled wall. Fatigue weighed heavily down on your shoulders, a stark reminder that for the past weeks you’d spent your time during the night doing the opposite of sleeping- a bad choice on your part, and you knew it. With heavy eyelids, you forced a long, drawn out blink, tethering yourself back down to the present. 

“Sorry,” you pushed out a laugh and foamed the top of the drink, sheepishly gazing sideways at a coworker. Taehyung stared at you curiously and took the drink from your shaking fingers, which he too eyed suspiciously, then called out the customer’s name. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Taehyung muttered as he walked around your back, letting his sights travel over your rolled jeans and loose-fitting t-shirt. There were no signs of you being hurt anywhere, and he pursed his lips in part worry, part confusion. 

You moved to look at the next given order, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. “Yeah, Tae,” you reassured him, “I think I did too much coke last night, though.” 

Taehyung snorted. You grinned sneakily at him, and began to press another cup of coffee down once again. 

“You can tell me,” Taehyung announced sideways at you as he handed a customer back her cash. The woman smiled softly at him and dropped change into one of the two jars: one reading ‘Mario’ and the other reading ‘Luigi’. The cups changed tip names once a day, depending on whoever was working. Sometimes it was Hamlet vs. Caesar, Jackson vs. Jefferson, etcetera. 

You slid the next mug onto the counter and called out the name. The first syllable rolled off your tongue before it hit you-  who the name belonged to. Raising your eyebrows, you felt your stomach clench with nervousness, eyes wide and surprised as you looked across the room. 

Seated by the decorative board with lists of ads probably decades old was none other than Jungkook. He was still wearing that God forsaken boyfriend-esque outfit, but now there was a beanie pulling his hair back from his face, allowing those curious brown eyes to roam over the posters. The midday sunlight was streaming in through the glass wall, illuminating his tan skin with an angelic haze that made you want to choke the life out of him. And although your fingers twitched to punch his stupidly handsome face, his profile struck a chord within you, reminding you of a time much simpler than this one.

The living room was cold and smelt of pizza and wings, both of which had occupied ample space on the coffee table by your chest. Cross-legged and dressed in only a lengthy, long t-shirt, you chewed at your third slice of pizza ravenously. Beside you, Jungkook watched you out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly to himself when he spotted the smear of barbeque sauce on your cheek. 

“That’sh sho dumb,” you huffed, angrily staring at the television. Jungkook felt his smile turn into an amused grin. You swallowed, and for a moment he thought you would (for once) speak with your mouth empty- at least, until, you tore another piece of chicken off and continued. “Why can’t Leshlie mm Ben jusht dade?” 

Jungkook glanced at the show, where two characters sadly stared at each other across a table, then back to you. He couldn’t help but admire you like this- no makeup, hair a mess and tied back so you could eat easily, his shirt and underwear on. You were a vision with or without looking like this, but he always had a thing for unknown beauty. And while you were confident, you couldn’t have possibly known the things your smile did to him. 

You felt his stare burning a hole into your cheek. Glancing at him oddly out of the corner of your eye, you turned to look at him, finally swallowing. “What?” You demanded, confused. “Something on my face?” 

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, smiling. You furrowed your eyebrows and reached up to wipe your face clean, but his hand shot outwards and caught your wrist before you could. “Yeah,” he lowered your hand, though his other one came around to wipe the sauce off. Your cheek pushed against his fingers, soft and warm and brightening at his touch. 

He stared at your wide, surprised eyes. Although the two of you had been messing around for a month now (he was counting), you still were always delightfully shocked at his actions. Your blush and that bashful look you got was his favorite of your expressions- well, that and your happy one… and your mad one… actually, all of them were his favorite. 

You blinked, gulping. Jungkook leaned forwards on natural instinct, unable to stop himself from feathering his lips against your cheek. Your chest expanded with something indescribable at the gentle gesture, a stark difference from how he’d been only just an hour ago. You remembered the way he looked at you from above you, how he held onto your waist tightly and roughly and panted your name into your shoulder. 

Something warm and soft found your lips. You melted into Jungkook’s touch as you always had, hands moving up to cup his jaw, feeling the structure beneath your palm. Your mouth felt as if it had lit up, eyes closed and everything dark, but your lips were neon red, pulsing in the absence of light like a beacon. Wherever he touched you was vibrant yellow, glowing against the color of your skin, a mental map outlining the dance of his fingers. 

And oh, his fingers….

You blinked, jerking yourself back to the then and now. 

Jungkook jumped to his feet. For a moment, you felt excited- here he was, the boy you tended to obsess over, walking towards you, about to speak to you- but that feeling shattered at the now visible sight of a blonde sitting across from him. Disappointment felt onto your chest, weighing you down against the tile floors. She looked too perfect seated there, with her hair immaculately straight and her eyes a dazzling hue of emerald. If you were Jungkook, you’d probably be with her instead of you, too. 

“Hey,” Jungkook’s pink lips curved into that annoying smile of his. His eyes scrunched up as he reached for the drink, fingers curling around the handle of the mug. He glanced down at the foam design you made out of boredom- a generic, tiny little emblem of a flower. His heart grew warm at the sight of it. 

You reminded yourself to breathe and forced your gaze away, “Hi.” 

He wasn’t an idiot, and you knew that he knew you were avoiding him. The disappointed look on his face said it all, but you had to remind yourself that to him, you were a quick lay and the person he could text when he didn’t do the study packets. “Um, _____, do you think we could maybe-” 

“I can’t tonight,” you looked back over at him with cold eyes. You couldn’t do that- not anymore, not knowing that he’d been with other girls- in other girls. And you knew it was ridiculous of you to feel this way, to even act this way. Jungkook wasn’t yours, he never said he was yours, and vice versa. Yet, your heart had already given itself away, knocking on the closed door of Jungkook’s chest. 

Jungkook blinked. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to say-” 

You laughed lightly, bitterly, to yourself, knowing very well that people were watching and Taehyung was nearby to sweep you away whenever he pleased. “You don’t have to talk to me,” you shot back bitingly, “you don’t owe me that.” 

Jungkook wasn’t sure where this was all coming from, but he knew that it hurt. He knew that he didn’t like when you smiled at him like that- not the smile he kept as his hidden wallpaper, but a smile that was all business, that wasn’t his smile, not the one reserved just for him. It wasn’t the sleepy morning smile you gave him. 

Frowning, he glanced backwards to see that Minjoo was watching him now, her head cocked to the side and confusion written all over her face. 

“Hey,” Taehyung’s suddenly comforting voice interjected. Your head swiveled  around in his direction, eyes silently thanking him for pulling you from that delightful conversation. “Can you cover the register?” 

Without so much as a goodbye, or even a glance, you wiped your gloved hands down on your apron and nodded. As you passed by him, you muttered Taehyung a soft “God bless your grandparents” and hurried to punch in your sign-in code. 

Jungkook’s mouth felt dry. The mug in his hand, that tiny little flower, no longer felt warm, but cold. He swallowed, trudging back to his seat, and plopped down in defeat, staring longingly at the dissipating flower as if your face might pop up, all smiles and kind, loving words. He wasn’t sure what he meant to you, now. Maybe he was just a fuck to you. Maybe all that you cared about was his dick and now that you’d gotten what you wanted on more than one occasion, you were done. 

But your smile used to be so warm. 

Now it was so cold. 

“Long day?” Somi wandered into your bedroom. You were unashamed, laid out in nothing but a robe scrolling through Twitter posts. You flashed her a grin and flipped over. 

“Do we have any bleach in the dorm?” You wondered, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m thinking of adding it to the menu.” 

“Bleach frap?” Somi toed over to your bed and fell onto her chest, sighing long and dramatically against the comforter. “I’ll gladly take buy it.” 

There was silence as you counted scuff marks of the popcorn ceiling. You could feel the question on Somi’s tongue, though she never asked it. The tension in the room was tight and high strung, so much so that you were tempted to get up and perform an impromptu rendition of PPAP.

“What?” You finally rolled over, glaring at your roommate suspiciously. 

Somi blinked. “What?” 

“Ask your question,” you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief. Somi glanced away and pursed her lips comically, muttering to herself before she finally sat up. 

“I don’t have a question,” Somi announced with a shoulder shrug. 

You stared at her, “Seriously?” 

Somi casually looked out the window and nodded, “Seriously.” 

“Well,” you scooted closer to her, chewing on the inside of your cheek with squinted eyes, “then what do you wanna tell me?” 

She shook her head, “Nothing, you weirdo.” 

“Somi,” you tilted your chin and folded your arms, as if you were scolding a child. 

“____,” Somi returned. 

“Somi,” you looked at her through the tops of her eyes, hoping that you looked somewhat threatening. 

“I-” 

“Just tell me you fuckhead,” you pushed yourself up to your feet, glaring at her. Somi rolled onto her back and sighed, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her face dramatically. You watched as she mumbled to herself, debating over something of which you had no idea about, before she finally came to what seemed like a decision. She dug through her back pocket for her phone and curled her lips into a thin, unamused line. 

Without warning she was tossing her phone in your direction. You quickly caught it, fumbled for a moment, then turned it over to take a look at whatever had been bothering her. 

The picture was of Jungkook- of course, it had to be. You couldn’t have one day where he wasn’t intruding in some way or another, though if you were being honest with yourself you weren’t too torn in seeing his face on your timeline. 

The twitter handle was @minjoowinchmajor, a name you weren’t familiar with, but you were with the picture. It was taken at your job, in your cafe, in the same chair you remembered seeing him sitting at. You assumed the person who had taken the picture was the girl he was with, the immaculate blonde one, judging by the angle. Jungkook wasn’t even looking at the camera, he was staring down into his coffee cup, and you had to wonder if he knew she posted this of him.

The caption read “everyone look at how handsome my man is”, paired perfectly with a cute little pink heart emoji. The fond term coiled your stomach into knots, suddenly turning it into a pro-gymnast on crack. On top of your fatigue now was anxiety, bubbling in the very core of your chest, making it feel tight, like you couldn’t breathe. 

That was his girlfriend? Jungkook had a girlfriend? Since when? Had he been cheating on her with you? You, of all people he could cheat on her with? 

“I know,” Somi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “They’re such little snakes-”  

“It’s fine.” You locked her phone and handed it to her calmly. 

Somi closed her eyes tight and shook her head, “____, it’s not. He’s an asshole, okay? He doesn’t deserve you.” 

While your insides sparked with an intensity you hadn’t felt in years, with such an anger that your head spun, you moved slowly towards your phone. Somi watched in confusion as you typed out a message, fingers moving carefully and precisely. “What’re you doing?” 

Your thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button. It was such a petty, simple move to send the message. You knew everything you could’ve wanted, could’ve had, would be gone with a simple press of a button. You knew you’d ruin it, whatever you had with Jungkook. But an image formed in your mind- an image that spoke volumes, an image of him and a beautiful blonde girl curled up in bed together, watching movies and listening to music and doing everything you’d ever wanted with him. 

Jungkook made his choice. 

And now you were making yours. 

A mile away, locked inside the boy’s dorm with a brown-haired boy seated on the couch in the living room, Jungkook returned with a bucket of popcorn and a pretend smile. He plopped down besides his roommate, Park Jimin, and was about to press play on the Vine compilation meant to lift his spirits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Jungkook’s heart skipped when he saw the name- one of the only names in his phone, since he never took the time of day to put other people’s names in. 

Jimin watched as Jungkook’s raised, spritely eyebrows fell, how his eager smile faltered and twitched into a straight, blank line. He couldn’t tell what expression Jungkook was wearing, but the boy’s eyes were… were they shining? In the dark, they looked like they were sparkling, and after a beat of confusion he realized they were watering. 

Jimin looked up, concerned. “Dude,” he began, rising to his feet as Jungkook pushed the bowl off his lap and onto the floor. The popcorn spilled like a splatter across the rug. His first instinct was to scold his younger friend, but the curse died on his tongue when the twenty year-old rushed out the front door. 

Eyebrows furrowed, Jimin reached down to grab the phone out of the mess he’d made. 

sunshine: whatever this is, whatever we’re doing, i think it’s better if we end it. im sorry. please dont contact me again. thanks for all the “fun” times. i hope everything goes well for you. 

a/n: also idk why i wrote this all today and why im posting it so soon after the first part but uh…  most likely bc i have two ap tests and an extended essay to write and study for pls pray for me

[lovebloomsamongstthestacks]

Armin managed to sit through lunch without humping Erwin’s leg pretty much literally. Sure he was panting like crazy but, no one made any comment about that. Armin packed away the five lunches in no time really he could’ve ate more but, Erwin took the rest of them in his arms. Armin grabbed hold of his shirt and stumbled his way down stairs and back to Erwin’s car. He tried to hold it in he truly did but, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He touched his erection and panted hotly against the window to cause a fog that covered his side of the glass.

Armin looked back to Erwin who was driving he looked at his face down to his neck and than his collarbone. His strong arm on the steering wheel and his fingers gripping the wheel tightly when he rubbed his hand boldly on Erwin glorious dick that’s being confined in those jeans. Armin leaned over his tongue grazed the shell of his ear before he nip hard on the bottom lobe. He licked the inside of his ear skillfully as he stroked him harder. Armin purred hard when he started to grow and twitch at the stimulation. After a while he was panting again as he pulled away from his ear to kiss along his jaw he had his belt fall apart and the button of his jean pop free. Armin pulled the zipper down and grab his dick almost harshly as he pulled it out. His mind went blank when he kneel in his seat he stayed kneel in a dog position to lap and suck the growing erection in his mouth. He took him deep while constantly bob his head in time with him slurping up the wet fluid leaking from the tip. He didn’t realize he was being rough with him as he squeezed Erwin cock hard enough to cut him off. Armin was trying to see if he could build up Erwin semen that was already too much for double the dosage. 

‘More.....h-harder...faster...’ When Erwin moved he did too he stayed latched on his sex even when he put his foot down on the back of the seat being put down. He put his hand on both of Erwin waist for support he than moved one hand to Erwin ass and dug his claws into them. When Erwin moved he did too although the sounds he made were pure displeasure. He wasn’t done yet that he gave a warning bite to Erwin’s throbbing erection. Armin vision swirled and the next thing he lustful mind could comprehend was himself screaming. Throwing his head back he came undone just as Erwin covered his mouth with his and swallowed all his screams, whimpers, and harsh moans.

His legs were raised up high over Erwin’s arm as he drove it home fiercely every time. “Ah hah ahh~” When Armin open his eyes Erwin was above him pinning him down and wasn’t that a turn on. Pulling his lips back he bared his fangs with a violent hiss. Even though he was thrusting inside him that was not what he wanted so he bit Erwin pretty hard while his hands tried to tug the shirt right off him. He had to release his fangs off Erwin flesh to throw his shirt somewhere that wasn’t near him. He’d of torn his jeans off if it haven’t been so damn low and it kind of didn’t help that his knees was almost touching his chest. He’d of bite him again if it weren’t for his legs creating a barrier between him and the unmarked skin of his lover.

Armin blue eyes suddenly turned red his blonde hair turned platinum and growing longer by the second. He bucked and wither underneath him and his hissing turned feral the longer Erwin thrusting into his most intimate part harshly. He was gushing wet the longer he hit his prostate gland over and over and over again that drove him absolutely crazy. Erwin pressed him down harder he felt the most delicious of sting imaginable that his hissing went silent. Blinking through tears he was stunned by the sharp sting that he went still from the confusion. When he tried to move his head he found himself being blocked he could feel Erwin big palm keep him steady. 

“A-aaah....haaah....ah!”

He loved it when he found a sensitive spot and that delicious sting came back again and this time it triggered climax in him and Erwin. The smaller male yowl freely when he came deeply inside of him. He clawed the surface underneath him as Erwin semen flow freely from inside him and cooling him down immensely.  It was so much of it he couldn’t contain it all the excess semen squirted out and the warm fluid down his ass and between his cheek. Armin flop down shuddering the heat was coming back and Erwin just rolled them again so that he was laying on top of him. The great thing is that his hair was so long it wasn’t snagging him back down when he sat up to saddle him. He rubbed and grind on Erwin as a more playful side came to surface. Sure he was fucking dying of lust but, the pain on his neck and shoulder was enough to balance him for the time being. At least Erwin didn’t have to fight him to get back inside him since they were still connected when Erwin rolled them over so he was sitting him. Armin looked up and he frowned something about their surrounding was off and when he could put two and two together Erwin hands were already at his hips guiding him up and down his shaft. Armin couldn’t help the stained of red dusting his nose, cheeks, and ears. This was an intimate thing and here he was rocking the SUV and yowling like a cat in heat (which he was and yeah he is) that his expression told Erwin everything before he could even say it.

“E-Erwin? W-we are....t-this isn’t....o-oh my gawd....” He covered his face and stutter over the rest of his incomplete sentence. Anyone would know what they were doing... “W-we sho- ah~...we s-shouldn’t, E-Erwin n-not like-” whatever he wanted to say died in deep groans and pleasurable gasp as he leaned back down feeling weak in the thighs.

“No they can’t Armin. I’ve put a soundproof bubble around the car as well as an illusion to make the car seem perfectly still. You can be as loud as you want and move as much as you want too.”

Erwin assured him as he continued to thrust up inside him, every single thrust hit his prostate again and again that he was seeing stars. Erwin hands even started roaming over his sensitive body attacking each of his sensitive spots until he was coming undone again but on top of him. The taller blonde didn’t stop there; in fact he didn’t stop even when he was cumming hard with Armin, filling him with his huge thick load and it was glorious to the smaller male.

Armin enjoyed the way his tongue and teeth teased both his nipples he adored the way he fingered his hole with his dick inside of him. “E-Erwin!” Taking his face in the palm of his hands he captured his mouth and kissed him as hard as he could before he leaned back and meet every thrust with every fiber in his being. Armin never been a meek submissive lover he was a power bottom lover and he meets every thrust with a slap of his ass down on his groin each time. Panting and moaning he played with his nipples and bite his ear and talked real filthy to his mate. There was no name calling it was mostly what he Erwin is doing to his body and what he was going to with Erwin’s body in return. Erwin cock pounded at that so he complied pretty eagerly until his mind went south with need.

Being in constant heat isn’t all to bad maybe he should let Erwin explore what’s it like being in constant heat and he was the one providing him with everything he is. Instead of his ass it’ll be his dick and he knows that notion he was going to enjoy it. If he does get pregnant in this cycle he’ll wait til next year or the year after. Most kind of his race get a break a time period for when their heat comes back again. But, since he’s a purebred it probably won’t apply to him anyway as he capture his lips. 

“I.... I-I’m gonna....have your b-babies....s-so many b-babies f-filling my belly....” He sigh softly as touched his face he he haven’t been on having a baby so soon but, when one look at their mate in their own eyes filled with love and adoration and respect. It was hard not to have a litter of young’s running around in their house..

“M-move in....with...me...o-okay? Mate with me ah! P-properly....” He said in between kisses as he moved his body with his in tune. He wants to get married and live together he want no other and need no other. “L-love you so much...c-... I ah.... I need you by my side.” Armin came undone again his crop top and skirt long sense discarded. Erwin was naked too he couldn’t perform with his jeans down his ankle and loafer keeping them from his ankle. But, than again it’s adorable to see him struggle and it’s not like he couldn’t perform because he can. Just not as properly when he’s naked it’s more restricted unless he’s the one doing all the work. 

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Eren waited for the rest of them to leave while Jean gave him a look he nodded his head. Jean may have been in the wrong but, Levi took it over the top and that’s mostly because of Armin heat. He himself was still under the influence so he’ll keep his distance from touching Levi any time soon. Looking back to Levi he notice him looking at the clock before looking back at him. He was going to ask Levi if he could walk him home before he beat him to the punch.

“I was wondering if you’re done for the day? I-I’m rather enjoying spending time with you… W-would you mind too much to come grocery shopping with me before I head home?”

Eren smiled this was the first time he talked to him in such a long sentence and what was even better was that he was asking him out. He wanted to celebrate..

“I’m done and I enjoyed spending more time with you. I’d love to come grocery shopping with you. Truth be told if you haven’t talked first I’d of offered to take you home anyway. It’s dark out you know and it’s safety in numbers. I’m sure there will come a time when I ask you to stay late so don’t leave because I’ll either walk or drive you home myself.”

He replied with a smile, “Let me just grab my bag and we’ll go shopping together.” Eren snag his back and shut down the computers and on their way out he turned on the separate alarm system and turned off the light on their way out. He had half a mind to not grab his hand because he still wasn’t sure he’d jump him the moment they have skin contact while under the influence.