#and what better person to help them through it than each other ya know?

[b0nelessdoodles]

some future bits of creme uni where sm grabs two of pv's patients and makes them start fighting for reasons that he does not explain to his husband beforehand and he will get his head ripped off about (literally)

as always more details in the tags

(non-text version 'cause its fuckin' funny)

[stereoqueen]

sunshine - pt2 - l.hughes

summary: luke runs into a coffee shop before morning skate, semi-hoping that hallie is there like old times.

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"Where you going, Rusty?" Jack's voice echoes through their apartment as Luke shakes his head, picking up his bag. "To morning skate, where else would I be going on Sunday?" He replies as his brother pulls a protein shake out of the fridge. "I've never seen you up this early for a morning skate," Jack says quizzically. Luke shrugs, walking out the door, "See ya!"

The drive to the practice facility was making him nervous. Nervous enough to drive in silence and drown his thoughts. Luke was never known to be an anxious guy, especially over girls. The fact that he could see her again and it would be real…. heightened his anxiety. The internet portrayed him in two ways -- the younger brother who has a lot on his shoulders: cute, quiet, and kept to himself; or the wildcard brother: cocky, arrogant, not Quinn and not Jack. Both sides had one thing in common: no public relationships.

In all honesty, he was a mix. He liked his quiet time; he was kinda reserved, but he was also headstrong, knew he could play better, and had big shoes to fill. The only person who really knew his love life was his best friend, Dylan. Sure, he tried to date a few girls in college, but they either wanted to date him to get to his brothers or just use him for his reputation on campus. That's where the "womanizer" branding came from; Jack's reputation also helped solidify it. He was hoping Hallie didn't know about it so he could have a fair shot-- or just didn't care.

Pulling into the practice facility garage, he decided to man up and go to the coffee shop across the street. He was over 45 minutes early before he had to change into his gear.

If she was there, he would work up the courage and talk to her.

If she was not there, he would get the coffee and get ready insanely early.

He exited his BMW, walked through the garage and across the street. The coffee shop's main windows had seating, and he could see her stuff through the window. He opened the door, and the dinging of the bell rang through his head like deja vu when he entered the small shop.

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Hallie was in line, trying to read the menu to see if they had her signature coconut syrup to put into her latte. She got up super early since it was her first morning practice because she had never been to the training facility before (and would rather die of embarrassment than be late). When she parked, she realized that there was a coffee shop across the way as her saving grace for getting there insanely early.

The coffee shop was adorable. Sage green walls, greenery falling down them, and flowers everywhere. She felt transported back to her hometown coffee shop when she stepped up to order. Feeling a presence behind her, she slowly felt it creeping closer. Starting to tense up, she immediately let her guard down when she smelt the cologne next to her.

"What can I get you both today?" The barista asks as Hallie smiles at them.

"Two iced coconut lattes, please," Luke's voice rings through her ears as she hears the order -- he remembered her order. Hallie nods. "And a cinnamon bun, too," she adds and hears Luke lightly laugh.

"That'll be $12.50," The barista says as Hallie starts to pull out her card.

"Absolutely not, sunshine," Luke mutters near her ear as he reaches around her to pay. His arm curls around her waist to reach the card reader, causing Hallie to try not to melt at the feeling.

The two separate as Luke follows her lead to sit back at the table where she has her stuff. She takes the booth as he takes the chair, the two giving light smiles at each other, comfortable silence engulfing them.

"You remembered," She said, cutting the silence off.

"Remembered what? You? Or the way you take your coffee?" He questioned, a teasing smirk on his face. The answer was cut off short as he got up to get the order, hearing the barista say his name.

"Damn, he's good," She said to herself. She studied him as he walked back. He was wearing a red Devils sweatshirt with his number on the arm, grey sweatpants, and a black backwards hat hiding his curls. He looked good, handsome in her eyes.

"You surprised I remember things about you or something?" Luke asked her as he sat the order down and then himself. She shrugged, "It's been a while since I last saw you, Hughes,"

"Oh low blow, not even Hughesy? No nickname?" He teased as she laughed.

"When were you going to tell me that you not only moved here but work for the NHL?" Luke asked as she took a sip of her iced latte. "I was going to, honestly, I just--" She cut herself off as she felt her phone vibrate.

Trevor: Have you talked with Hughes yet?

Luke's eyes flicker down to her phone. Who the hell is Trevor, and how does he know about him? A hint of jealously resides in him. It goes away when her looks back up at her. His curiosity about Trevor subsided as he really took in her face. She had light freckles on her cheeks, three sets of earrings in her ears that were all gold, and her lips were perfectly arched with liner, making them look so kissable-----

"Sorry, my nosey friend. I was trying to say that I was going to but was afraid you wouldn't remember me, Mr. Big Leagues." She said, snapping him back into the conversation.

He gave her a soft smile. "You were the only person on staff I enjoyed talking to; you were pretty." His sentence stops as she giggles. "Pretty memorable! I mean, you are pretty, but you know what? I am going to stop while I am ahead. I need this caffeine." He says, rambling, then cutting himself off to stop the embarrassment.

"Don't get all shy on me now, Lu," Hallie tells him, nudging his hand with hers. He normally hated that nickname until now. She picks up her fork to cut a piece of the cinnamon roll, plopping it in her mouth.

"So, you work for the Devils specifically now or..." Luke baits, hoping she doesn't have a crazy clause in her contract about dating players if she did work for just the Devils.

"My role is under Emily Kaplan. She's my boss. We work for ESPN and then go kind of wherever the network needs us. I'm currently working with Metro division teams. My time recently has been split between New York and New Jersey. I then write some articles if needed, but it's rare since I’m newer," She explains as he intently listens. He takes in everything: her voice, how she is talking with her hands, how her eyes crinkle up, how animated her expressions are.

“That’s amazing. I’m glad you’re here. I mean, you deserve it after how hard you worked at Umich. But I’m glad that you’re specifically here….” He trails off, stealing a piece of cinnamon bun. “Don’t tell Keefe or Nico I had sweets,” He mumbles as Hallie stirs her coffee.

“Your secrets are safe with me. I— I’m glad that I was memorable for you. You were definitely memorable for me,” She tells him, as he quirks a brow towards her.

“Really? In what way, Sunshine?” He asks, teasingly, hoping to get something more out of her.

“Well your cellys for one. The violin celly is still one of the best ones I’ve ever seen. I remember you running from the media girls all the time like toddler with Duker. The amount of times Gab had to convince me to convince you to answer the damn questions. Speaking of questions, my favorite— the if it could rain anything you wanted, what would it be. You were so sassy in that and I just found it so endearing,” Hallie rambles as Luke cracks a smile.

“I thought those questions were so dumb sometimes. The rain one is true! I would want it to flood everyday so I didn’t have to go to class. I did like the kitchen utensil question — I still think I’d be a machete,” He says, earning a smile from Hallie.

“Luke, you wouldn’t hurt a fly, a machete is very unlike you! Mr. I don’t fight I’m too scared,” She retorted in a different voice, impersonating him as he laughed. “Yeah….. I think I would be like a spoon or something,” He said, them both laughing as he took a sip of coffee.

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The pair had caught up for the full 45 minutes before morning skate. Hallie eating most of the cinnamon roll with small slivers left for Luke. It was nice, refreshing even, to catch up. Hallie never lied, she wasn’t very close to him in college, it would be unprofessional.

But, since she technically doesn’t directly work for the Devils…… her mind opens up to the possibility. He was kind. He was the same Luke from almost 3 years ago; genuine, talkative, soft but in a manly way. She didn’t have a crush on him in college (even though she did find him attractive), but right now in this moment — she felt a spark.

“We should go before Amanda thinks you’re late,” Luke tells her as he picks up the plate. Hallie looks up to see him putting away the breakfast silverware and plate, and she stands up to get her stuff and pick up the coffees. It was almost domestic.

She meets him at the door, passing his coffee over to him as he opens the door. She looks back, smiles, “Thank you!” He looked into her honey brown eyes and felt the deja vu all over again from the first time he held the door almost three years ago. “No problem, sunshine.”

They walk to across the street to the arena together. He gave her a mini tour of the practice facility as she took mental notes of where everything was. She’d look up to see Luke looking at her when he spoke, and then she would look away to hide the pink on her cheeks.

“And to finish off the grand tour! This is where the torture… I mean media! happens,” Luke says jokingly as Hallie pokes his side. “Just because it’s torture for you doesn’t mean it’s not work for me!”

She sees Amanda walk up to them as Hallie moves away from him. Hoping it wasn’t noticeable to either of them.

“Hallie! I see that Rusty has shown you around the practice facility?” Amanda says, throwing a wink to Luke as he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m— I’m going to go, see you around, Hal,” He tells the two as Hallie waves him off. Small smile on her face as a new nickname is unlocked for both of them.

“Rusty? I got to know where that came from. But yeah, ran into each other in the parking lot and he wanted to show me around,” Hallie tells her coworker as Amanda leads them to watch practice.

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Practice was relatively quick. 2 hours of talking, planning and figuring out the schedule for the upcoming week. It was nice to watch practice again, after a few week hiatus from not being able to watch the Rangers practice due to scheduling problems. She liked the family dynamic the Devils had. It was hard not to let her gaze linger onto his for too long. His skating had always been effortless and she loved to watch it in person. He was calm, collected, calculated on the ice.

Luke could feel her eyes on him while he skated. It gave him motivation to be better. When he walked into the locker room, the single guys talked about her after practice. “So, new reporter huh? She’s hot,” Dawson said, looking to Nico.

Nico, knowing of the little crush Luke had on the reporter from an inside source (JACK), decided to stir the pot. “Oh yeah. She’s gorgeous. Can’t wait for my interview, what about you Luke?” He questioned, and Luke gave a hard glare to the pair.

“She is— a friend. I don’t want her to become locker room talk,” Luke told them, jealousy laced in his voice.

“All right, I respect it. Is she single though?” Dawson asked as they packed up their stuff before heading to media.

Luke thought on his feet, not even thinking through his whole idea, “She’s not.”

Nico smirked, fist bumping Bratt as he passed by. “Oh really?” Luke shrugged, “Yeah, has had a boyfriend since college.” Dawson gave Luke a grin, causing Luke to tilt his head in confusion. “You just outted yourself big time bud, not only are you a bad liar, you are even worse at hiding your feelings. Better ask her out now before someone else does,” The guys laughed as Luke turned as shade of pink at the words.

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“Good job today Hallie, Nico appreciated your time.” Amanda told her as they walked to their cars. Hallie smiled, “Just doing my job. I’ll see ya on Wednesday? I have to go to MSG tomorrow and then I have Tuesday off before the two games later this week.”

“Sounds good. See you Wednesday!” Amanda says as she goes to her car.

Hallie gets into her car, happy that her first morning skate went smoothly. She pulls out of her spot and starts her drive home. Luke runs out into the garage to try and catch Hallie before she left. The guys made a solid point in the locker room and he needed to make a move, quick. But by the time he got to garage, her car was gone.

Now, he walked to his car. Getting inside and turning the key into the car, the radio played a song that he recognized from his times on the lake.

Springsteen by Eric Church.

He hummed the tune while pulling out of his parking spot to drive back to the apartment. Siri notified the car that Like got a text from Quinn, and read it out loud:

Quinn: Heard sunshine is back in your life… going to do anything about it? Or dance around it like the last time?

That was it, he was going to man up and make a bolder move, as soon as the next time he saw her.

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taglist: @dancerbailey3 @hwalllllllelujah @chiblackhawks @cosmichughes

[azzo0]

See You Later

Inspired by this song: see you later (ten years)

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: angst with happy ending, manga spoilers, bad writing?? (idk bro lmk more in tags)

Summary: In middle school, you see a red string on your finger. It leads you to Bakugo Katsuki, a boy with fire and anger, less than pleased to see you as his soulmate. After several attempts of befriending and getting to know him, he shuns all your efforts to break through. Letting him go, you drift apart.

But the red string of fate hasn't broken yet. Ten years later, you cross paths again.

It had been a week since you moved into the fancy new neighbourhood. Your father had gotten a better job offer here in Musutafu. Of course, that meant a new middle school and new friends. You weren't sure what to expect on your first day of school, but it definitely wasn't seeing a red string on your little finger. 

You were just looking for your class in the early hours of the morning, feeling extremely lost. You frowned, the only one in the hallway, looking sideways for your class. Why was the school so big? Giving up, for the time being, you went down to the little pond with fish you spotted on your way here. You'd just ask someone to help you find your class once there were more students around. 

You kneeled, watching fish of different colours idly swim in the little pond. Were it not for the slight tug you felt on your pinky, you'd probably have stayed there wasting your time. You looked down at your hand, eyes widening, when you saw a crimson string attached to your little finger. Your lips parted in surprise.

You knew your soulmate was somewhere around.

Along with quirks, some people had the gift of recognising their soulmate. You'd heard countless stories of people with tattoos of their soulmate's first words on their bodies or a marking of where their soulmate first touched them. Sure, you had a quirk, but no soulmate marking. 

You slowly stood up, gulping. Who was the person on the other end of the string? Letting out a shaky breath, you followed the string to the school garden. Was your soulmate in the garden? You heard footsteps coming in your direction and then suddenly stopping. You nervously bit your lip, daring to look up.

There he was. A boy with spiky ash-blond hair that pointed in every direction, his eyes just as red as the string connecting you two together, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at you. You noticed he had two coat and shirt buttons unbuttoned and his tie missing. He was the most handsome guy you met, were it not for the fact that he looked like he was going to murder you and hide your body. 

"Are ya going to gape at me all day or say something?" He snapped, making you jump back, his voice deep and raspy.

"Umm- looks like we're soulmates?!" You cringed when your voice came out squeaky. 

"No shit." 

The red string slowly disappeared after having led you two to each other. You twiddled your thumb nervously, wondering what to say to him. You were surprised when he walked past you like he hadn't just found out you were his soulmate but a random stranger he bumped into. You jogged after him, tightening your grip around your school bag. 

"Hey, wait up! What's your name?"

"Fuck off, shitty extra." 

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by his snarky reply. Why would he say that when you asked something so simple? Was he unhappy to find out you were his soulmate? Did he not like the idea of you being his soulmate? You opened your mouth to say something but then decided against it. You sadly turned around, walking in the opposite direction.

Unbeknown to you, none of these were the reasons why he brushed you off. Truth was, he couldn't believe he had a soulmate. Whenever the topic of soulmates came up, everyone had mutually agreed that Bakugo Katsuki could never have a soulmate. He was too proud and angry to have one. 

Maybe they were right. 

He was surprised that someone as pretty as you was his soulmate. You wanted to know his name, and he couldn't even give you a proper reply. He wasn't sure how to react to you. Maybe everyone was right. He was too proud and angry to have a soulmate. 

He glanced back to see that the girl with h/c hair had already left. 

Much to your horror, you were placed in the same class as your soulmate. You took a fistful of your skirt as you sat behind him. Was he always going to be mean to you? Was he even going to bother talking to you? He didn't even bat an eye when you passed him to sit in your assigned seat. 

Blinking tears, you flung thoughts of him aside. So what if your shitty soulmate didn't want to talk to you? It wasn't like he was the last person on earth. You decided to leave him be for the time being and try to make new friends.

By the end of the day, you had befriended the shy greenette from your class. He chatted with you animatedly as you packed your bag to leave class. It was difficult to hold a decent conversation with him at first since he kept blushing and turning away, flustered, but you managed to get him to be comfortable. 

And that irked Bakugo to no end.

You tried over and over for that damn Deku hut you couldn't bother even talking to him again? Maybe if you asked his name again, he would have replied. But now you were making him furious. On his way out of the class, he dumped the contents of Deku's pencil case on the floor and stormed off, making sure to at least crack a pen or two under his shoes before leaving. 

"What's with him?!" You scoffed, helping Midoriya pick up his stationery. 

"He's always been like that..." he mumbled. Your fists clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palm. 

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Yeah, it's just that," you looked down at your shoes, confused with the whole soulmate deal, "he's my soulmate."

Midoriya's pencil case fell from his hand, his stationery clattering everywhere. You gave him a deadpan look when he gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "KACCHAN? YOU? SOULMATES?"

"Announce that in a loudspeaker next time." 

"I can't believe this. Y/n, maybe you can change him!"

"Don't be silly. We can't change anyone."

"But- maybe you're the one that will bring out Kacchan's nicer side!"

"Totally." You rolled your eyes.

In a month, you learned to ignore Bakugo's presence. You regularly hung out with Midoriya, much to bakugo's annoyance. He never talked to you, but I made sure you knew he hated you talking to Midoriya. Either way, you ignored Bakugo and managed to steer away from him and his so-called friends.

That was until Midoriya called in sick one day.

Brooding, you left the school building alone. You heard footsteps and snickering behind you and glanced back to see Bakugo's friends. Your eye twitched in annoyance, and you continued walking ahead. But his friends had other plans. They pulled you back by your backpack, almost making you fall. 

"Hey, you're the one always hanging out with that sore loser." One of them snickered, taking your bag and unzipping it. "Got any cash? Oh, look, candy." 

"Put it back, zip the bag, and hand it over." You said firmly. 

"Or what?" 

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. They tossed your school bag amongst each other as you tried getting it back. Annoyed, you opened your water bottle, manipulating the water to come out and splash them all. They glared at you, their uniforms wet, rolling up their sleeves. You backed away into a pillar, feeling intimidated. 

"What do you fuckers think you're doing?" Bakugo's voice boomed, pushing his 'friends' away from you, stepping in front of you almost protectively. 

"Really Bakugo? You're standing up for that quirkless runt's friend?" One of them said.

"You're not laying a hand on my soulmate." He hissed. Realization dawned on their faces, and they stepped back, apologizing.

"Now screw off." Bakugo barked at them. 

Sure, you and Bakugo never talked, but when he stood up for you, your chest warmed, and the slightest grain of hope was planted in your heart. You had to put some sort of effort for your relationship to work. 

"Uh... Thanks." You mumbled. 

"Whatever." He looked away from you, pretending to be uninterested, but stayed put. You gathered your belongings and faced him, scratching your cheek awkwardly. He glanced at you once and made a move to leave, stopping when you held his sleeve.

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" You asked shyly. He stared at you blankly, eyebrows knitted together. You let go of his sleeve, stepping back a little. "We're soulmates, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other a little bit..." you trailed off. 

I'm so stupid. What made me think he'd want to get to know me? I'm just another extra in his way. He doesn't care that we're soulmates, so why do I?

"Give me your number." He demanded, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Eh?"

"Are you deaf? Give me your number so we can decide where to meet over the weekend." He grumbled, handing you his phone. 

"O-oh." You took the phone from him with shaky hands, adding your number to his contacts, internally cursing yourself for being this excited. 

But this was progress, right?

You sighed, glancing down at your phone for the millionth time that afternoon, waiting in the café he told you he'd meet you. He was thirty minutes late. You allowed yourself to wait for fifteen minutes more, before getting up from your seat, tears pooling in your eyes.

What made you think he wanted to get to know you? He probably agreed to a meetup so you would get off his nerves for some time.

"I hate this." You mumbled to yourself, walking out of the café. 

"Hate what?" A familiar voice asked. You glanced back with a frown, freezing when you saw Bakugo. 

"I get caught up in the rush hour, and you decide to ditch my ass?" He rolled his eyes, voice sarcastic.

"Can you blame me?" You grumbled, looking away.

"Klutz." He clicked his tongue. You followed him back into the café, sitting across from him. He stared outside the giant glass panes, elbow on the table, chin in his palm. The sun cast a soft glow in his hair, his maroon eyes almost glowing. His gaze turned to you again, a frown replacing his once neutral features.

"Done orderin' yet?"

I was supposed to order? You picked up the menu, feeling flustered. You ordered your favourite drink while he ordered a cup of cinnamon tea. 

"So what's yer quirk?" He asked. 

"Water manipulation," you replied. "I can basically make the water do what I want it to. Pretty lame." You pointed your finger at a glass of water, having drops of water dance around your finger.

"It's not lame. Can you make weapons?" He asked a hint of amusement in his eyes. You nodded, making a small needle. 

"It's perfect for a hero."

"You want to be a hero, right?" You asked, smiling. "Your quirk is really strong."

"Damn right." He crossed his arms across his chest, sporting a devilish grin. "What about you?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I don't think hero-ing is my thing, so I'm just going to see where life takes me." 

Bakugo snorted, and the little confidence you gained to talk to him went crashing down again. You looked down at your hands, wondering why fate had to put two completely opposite people together. You two would never get along. You felt like he was sitting there across from you solely because he felt obliged to since you were soulmates. 

You silently sipped on your drink once it arrived. Bakugo's eye twitched in annoyance as he watched your glum expression. His jaw clenched as he took in your hairstyle and that stupidly cute white colour sundress you wore, a weird feeling surging in his stomach. What irritated him the most was that you barely looked up at him as if you were scared of him. 

"Do I scare you, Y/n?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm. You almost jumped when he used your name.

"Er- a little bit, I suppose?" You replied honestly.

He let out a 'tch', taking a sip of his tea. "It's not like 'm gonna kill you."

"It's not just that... are we going to be like this forever?"

"Like what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ignoring each other, you being unnecessarily rude to me and many other obvious things."

"First of all, you're the one that doesn't bother even looking at me," Bakugo growled. "Stop making it sound like it's my fault."

"Because the first time I asked for your name you snapped at me!" You reminded, glaring at him. He bared his teeth at you in a scowl. You shook your head, leaning back in your chair, looking out of the window. 

"Look," He ruffled his hair, averting his eyes from you, "this is new to me. I don't know how to go on about this soulmate shit, so give me some time to get used to it."

Your eyes shifted up to him, your gaze softening. He was right. You two were suddenly forced together. Two completely opposite strangers. It was going to take some time for both of you to get used to this. 

"Looks like we both need some time to get used to this." 

Bakugo's breath hitched at your smile. He grumbled, looking away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe you weren't that shitty of a soulmate.

He was slowly warming up to you. Slowly, but surely. When you greeted him in the morning, he at least looked at you and grumbled back an incoherent response. He was getting used to your blabbing during free periods and found himself, God forbid, enjoying your voice. 

One random day, he decided to walk home with you, much to your surprise. You walked beside him in silence, stealing happy glances at him now and then. You were finally getting somewhere with him. "Where do you live?" he asked, stopping in front of a modern Japanese-style house. 

"Just around the corner." You replied. "You?"

"Right here, dumbass." He replied, opening the residency gates. 

"Oh. Looks like we live really close." You grinned. His heart almost leapt out of his chest at that stupidly cute grin. 

"Whatever..." He stepped on the other side, slamming the gates shut and disappearing into his house. 

"Sometimes he acts really strange..." you muttered.

Over the months, you two grew even closer. He respected you enough to let you step into his abode, also known as his room. You two would game or do homework together and then laze around together. If it got too late, he'd walk you home. He made sure to flick your forehead and tease you in greeting every morning. 

Even Midoriya noticed. 

His jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw you talking to him, your hands making exaggerated gestures as you told him something. The Kacchan he knew would usually yell a 'shut up!' and move on with his day.

It seemed to be going perfectly fine until there were ten months left for Bakugo's entrance exam. 

Today, you guys would be filling out forms for the high school you wanted to attend after this academic year was over. Of course, almost everyone in your class wanted to attend hero schools and courses. 

"Oi, where are ya going to be attending?" He asked. You held your form up for him to read the name of the high school. It was a regular high school where students who didn't want to pursue hero careers studied. 

"It's obviously U.A. for you?" 

"Yeah."

Midoriya hopped over to you with his form in hand. The class was almost empty now since the lessons were over. "Y/n! Where are you applying?" He peeked at your form, giving you a beaming smile. "You said wanted to run a business after high school, right?"

"Yup!"

Bakugo glared at Midoriya, a vein popping on his forehead. That damn Deku knew you wanted to attend a business course, but he didn't. Why didn't you ever tell him? Were you scared he'd belittle you? Bakugo stood up, snatching Deku's form. As if on cue, his little minions gathered around him, snickering at Midoriya. 

"Look who's applying to U.A. Did you really think a quirkless fuck like you could get into U.A.?" Bakugo cocked his head at Deku, daring him to speak back.

"Kacchan, please give me my form back."

"You want it back? Beg."

"Katsuki, give it back." You said sternly. Ignoring you, he burnt Midoriya's form to ash.

"You'll never be a hero," One of Bakugo's minions cackled.

"If you want to be a hero so badly, take a swan dive off the roof. Maybe you'll be born with a quirk in your next life." Bakugo snickered as he left, glancing back to give Midoriya a smirk. Your eyes widened at Bakugo's words. Deku glared at Bakugo, the angriest you ever saw your green-haired friend. 

You never intervened in Bakugo's vendetta against Midoriya before. But when Bakugo spat such venomous words, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You marched out of the class, catching up to him. You put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance back questioningly. You took his hand, pulling him away from his friends.

"Oi, what are you doing?" He asked in confusion as you led him to the staircase. You shoved him against the wall, taking him by surprise. 

"What the fuck-" Before he could finish, your palm crashed into his cheek.

"What's wrong with you?!" You screamed. "What would you do if he actually killed himself?!" Bakugo held his cheek in shock, guilt washing over now that he repeated his words to Midoriya in his head. Then rage clouded his senses. You were standing up for Deku instead of him.

"You always do that." He scowled. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "You're always standing up for that fucking Deku! What do you even like about him?! He's just a quirkless nobody!"

"He's my friend!" 

"Well, you clearly care for your damn friend more than your soulmate!" Bakugo yelled. 

"What- where did that come from?!"

"Hah, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. That damn Deku knew you wanted to go in the business course, but you didn't bother telling me?" He took an intimidating step towards you. "Is it because you think I'm so shitty I would have made fun of you for choosing the business course?"

"It's nothing like that." You replied, unfazed by the steps he took towards you. "I never told you because you never asked since you were too busy flaunting your quirk."

"Just tell me how much you fucking hate me at this point." He scowled.

"You're right. I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute."

He held his head in his hands, pacing back and forth. He glanced at you, dropping his hands to his sides. "This is why I hate soulmates."

"Don't worry. I'm not very happy about being bound to you for the rest of my life either." You snapped. You turned away from him to descend the stairs, glancing behind your shoulder for the last time. "Good luck being a hero with that mindset of yours. Heroes are meant to protect the weak. Not bully them to death."

Bakugo seethed in his place, his fists fuming. "You know what? I wish I had a scissor the day I found you were my soulmate so I could cut that damn string that made me meet you."

Wordlessly, you left him on the staircase.

When you weren't there in class the next day, Bakugo assumed you called in sick. But when the teacher told him you were moving to another school, his blood chilled. Were you transferring schools because of him? 

After school, he found Deku leaving the school building. He ran up to him, stopping the boy. "Why is Y/n changing schools?"

"Umm..." Deku knew the reason you changed schools was Bakugo, but he couldn't say it to his face unless he wanted a fracture in his skull, "she said she found a better school."

Bakugo let Deku go, his eyebrows knitted deep in thought. Were you seriously going to transfer schools without saying a word to him after your fight? Was he a little too harsh? When he paid attention to his surroundings, he realized his feet had taken him to your house. He brought his finger to the doorbell, hesitating. What would he say after the door opened?

I do hate you and your pride you can't put aside for one minute, your voice echoed in his head. He gulped and pressed the doorbell. 

An older woman with the same h/c hair as yours opened the door, "Hello. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n's-" Y/n's what? Friend? Clearly, you guys weren't friends anymore. Soulmate? You both expressed you didn't want each other. "I'm Y/n's classmate."

The woman nodded and called for you. He heard you reply, 'I'm coming!' in the background. You appeared behind your mother, peeking over her shoulder to see who it was, freezing when you saw it was Bakugo. You stepped outside, closing the door behind you so you two could have some privacy. You sat on the porch beside Bakugo, playing with a thread on your pants. 

"Changing schools, huh?" He was the first one to speak, looking anywhere but at you.

"Yeah," you replied, "it's better this way."

There was thick silence between you two, followed by the buzz of the hot afternoon. Bakugo broke the silence first. "Is it because of me?"

You looked up at the deep blue sky, shielding your eyes from the sun. "I don't know," you admitted. "I want to spend the rest of my months in junior high stress-free. This seems like the only appropriate solution to me." 

You met his crimson eyes, giving him a smile, "I want to end this one on a good note. So forgive me for my sharp words yesterday."

Bakugo wished you'd slap him again instead of being so nice to him. He did not deserve this. He did not deserve your kindness. He bit his tongue, trying to ease the surging emotions inside his chest. He wanted to apologise. He really did. But he couldn't.

"Is this goodbye?" He asked. He watched you get up and walk back to your door. He got up, facing you, waiting for a reply. 

"See you later." You smiled as you closed the door. 

That day was the last time you talked to each other.

Bakugo magnificently failed his provisional licence test. He was curled up in his bed, buried under a blanket, his entire body aching after confronting Midoriya earlier. There was too much running in his mind. It was overwhelming. His hunch of Deku getting All Might's quirk proved to be right, and then there was the fact that he was slowly going to rebuild his friendship with Midoriya. There was also you.

He was fixing his mistakes, working towards being a better version of himself, but he never got to fix his relationship with you. It had been so long since he last saw you he was starting to forget what you looked like. The bond between you two was still there. He knew because every time he held his hand up and closed his eyes, he could still see the red string. 

Bakugo got out from under the blanket. After the house arrest, he'd visit his neighbourhood and talk to you again. He wanted you to give him another chance. This time, he wasn't going to let you go.

As soon as his house arrest was lifted, he took the bus and stopped by his neighbourhood. He ran past his house and turned to the corner where your house was. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing outside with a guy your guys' age. Your hair had grown longer, and your facial features seemed to have matured from the last time he saw you. You smiled at the mysterious boy standing next to you. Your smile was still pretty as it was before. 

Bakugo's jaw clenched when the boy leaned in and grabbed your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. His heart fell to his stomach. Who was he kidding? Did he really expect you to wait for him all this time? 

He slowly turned back to where he came from, cursing the tears that formed in his eyes. He wiped them away, convincing himself that you deserved someone better than him anyway.

Schools all over Japan shut down due to the war. You were lazing on the couch, re-reading a novel. Every now and then, you tuned in with the news. You found out Katsuki and many other hero students would be on the frontlines. 

If you were being honest, you missed him. Or it was more like you missed the idea of what it would be like if you two remained by each other's side instead of drifting apart. In your freshman year, you got into a relationship with a guy you thought was your type. But you couldn't seem to let your soulmate go, and your ex didn't seem to like the idea of you already having a soulmate. That was the end of your relationship.

You sighed, putting the novel over your face. You suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in the left side of your chest. You sat up straight, cupping your breast, trying to breathe the pain away. Unexpectedly, the red string on your little finger appeared again. Your eyes widened, and you stood up. 

This time, you did not have the chance to follow it. Because the red string of fate snapped in two.

You picked up the tray with coffee and cake, setting it on your customer's table with a smile. It had been a few months since you opened this café, and business was booming. 

Ten years had passed since the incident with the red string snapping in two. After the war was over, you found out that Bakugo died for a short period of time due to the rupture in his heart. It was fixed by the Ninja hero, edgeshot. Bakugo was okay. When you closed your eyes, you could still see the red string. It gave you some sort of comfort knowing he was alive.

At the end of the day, you closed the café, dropping the shutters and securing the lock. You yawned, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover it. You were closing awfully late today. You pulled your long coat tighter around your body, shivering in the cold midnight breeze. 

You walked the empty streets, hands in your pockets to keep them warm. You let out a long exhale, watching your breath condense. You felt a slight tug on your little finger and slid your hand out. You stopped breathing when you saw a red colour string around your finger. 

You stood there, staring at your hand. After a few seconds of trying to calm your dancing heart, you looked up, your breath hitching. There he was. Standing a few feet across from you, watching you through his ash-blonde bangs, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you took in your soulmate. He'd grown so tall since the last time you saw him. You were just teenagers then. He had gained more muscle, the streetlamps highlighting his gains hiding behind his winter hero suit. He looked ethereal. 

He gaped at you in disbelief. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw the red string appear again. He took a step towards you, admiring the beautiful woman you blossomed into. How long had it been? Ten years?

You ran up to him, putting all your uncertainty aside and throwing your arms around him. Bakugo put his hands up in surprise, unsure where to put his hands. 

"I missed you, Katsuki." You whispered, your ear on his chest, eyes closed. You felt strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. 

"I missed you too, Y/n" He breathed, his voice reverberating in his chest.

You pulled away, admiring his vermillion eyes shining in the streetlight. He looked so different yet the same. You put some distance between you two, clearing your throat. 

"What're you doing out here so late?"

"Patrol. What about you?"

"Just closed the café. I got busy with the transactions and lost track of time." You finished with a small laugh. Bakugo's chest warmed at that sound.

"Opened your own café, huh?" He smirked. 

"Yeah," You smiled. 

You guys stood across from each other with so much to say, yet no words would form. You shifted on your feet, putting a hand behind your neck, averting your gaze. "I thought... I'd never see you again. When you almost died in the war... it scared me, Katsuki."

"Sorry..." He mumbled.

You shook your head, taking his hands. "I'm sorry, Katsuki. I never gave you a chance. I- I left after saying some pretty mean things. I'm so sorry."

"Shh," His big, calloused hands cupped your cheek, wiping the tear under your eye before it rolled down. He wanted you to know he was a changed man. Sure, he was still a little quick to temper, but his rage had calmed down over the years. 

"I'm sorry too, Y/n," He murmured, bringing his forehead to yours. "I said some pretty messed up shit too. I never got a chance to apologize. I'm sorry. Im sorry I pushed you away."

"It's alright, Katsuki," you said, holding the hand cupping your cheek, "we were both immature teenagers. It's okay."

"Will you... will you give me another chance?" He asked, watching your expressions carefully. "Unless you're still with that guy."

"Eh?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Which guy?"

Bakugo's face went beet red, and he stepped back from you, coughing. "You know... that guy you kissed."

Your mouth formed an 'O' in realization. You burst out laughing, making Bakugo sweatdrop. "I didn't even last a week with that guy!" You wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye.

"Whatever..." He blushed, scratching his cheek.

"How did you find out though?"

Bakugo huffed, a small pout on his lips. "I wanted to apologize, but when I saw him kiss you, I wasn't sure you wanted me anymore."

You smiled up at him, your eyes softening. "I'll give you another chance, Katsuki. So please give me a chance, too. Let's fix this together."

He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking some away behind your ears. His index and thumb came down to your chin, tilting your head, eyes drifting down to your lips. You leaned closer to him, your eyelashes fluttering shut. He pressed his lips to yours, his heart racing at the feeling of your soft and warm lips on his. 

You went on tiptoes, finding it difficult to crane your neck for him. He smiled against your lips, lowering his back so it would be easier for you. You pulled back for a few seconds, your hands on his shoulders, your cheeks flushed. He dived in for another kiss, this time with more passion. Your back arched when you felt his tongue in your mouth, your hand travelling up to his hair to gently tug on it, his hand behind your neck. 

Time might have not been your favour previously, but time doesn't stay the same forever. Both of you were willing to redo everything and close the decade-long gap away from each other. It wasn't too late yet. 

Your intimate moment with Bakugo was broken when his pager cracked to life. He almost jumped, pulling away from the kiss. "Dynamight, are you still in the area?" A voice asked, "We need backup."

"I'm comin'" He replied. 

He looked down at you, his cheeks red. It was cute. "So, uh- Looks like I gotta go."

"It's alright." You replied, breathless from the kiss. 

"Give me your number." He unlocked his phone, handing it to you. You took it from him, saving your contact number. 

"See you later, Katsuki." You smiled, handing him his phone. 

Bakugo took his phone, feeling content. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before taking off with explosions, his heart thrumming in his chest. He finally felt at ease after years of wanting to chase you. 'See you later.' You said that ten years ago as well. Bakugo knew it wasn't goodbye this time. Because you would be there with him every day from here on.

[eyelambspider]

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || COD/Outlast Au

⤷ summary : you and him. together you'll be the ones to make it out of the trials... (drabbles/hcs)

┊pairing : könig, gaz, price x gn!reader ┊content warning : mentions of gore/death/blood, horror, pining(?) finding comfort in each other ┊a/n : ffffffuck! i love the outlast trials! (forgive me i like scary games) also: for god sakes, i'm doing chapters/scenarios for this

▹ König

Its nearly impossible for König to hide while in the Trials. He can't fit into the lockers quickly (or the barrels), so he opts to linger in the darker rooms with the burnt out bulbs.

so. he's usually wearing his night vision goggles or his eyes are adjusting to the dark. leading him to be more anxious and feeling exposed in brightly lit places.

Because of his size, König can break through the wooden boards blocking doorways with one kick if he needs to run.

Other reagents (people) in the sleep-room are afraid of him and tend to stay away. He looks too similar to the Prime Assets in the trials, with the cut up pillowcase over his head... and his height.

it doesn't help his mental health, not talking to much people in the sleep room... but the doctors seem to like him. If not only for his physical build.

sometimes, König comes to the metal door of your room and stands there, unsure how to really ask but- he likes laying with you on your bed. the two of you laying there in each others arms for nothing more than the comfort of being with another person who... knows how scary it is.

König likes to protect you in the Trials, intervening just as the grunts try to bring down their weapons on your prone form by shoving them off violently.

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is the quietest and is hardly seen by those who roam the halls and rubble-filled streets of the trials.

he always has a lockpick on him, and often uses it to open up medical supplies for himself. always proving to be especially resourceful.

Uses bottles to throw and distract the enemies when he works.

Gaz is one of the braver subjects to be put into the trials, always taking risks and evading the prime assets and enemies by a hair.

Gaz's biggest fear in the trials is that he is too good at it. Trials become easier and easier, but it messes with his head to think that instead of getting this horror show over with as fast as possible-he's actually doing exactly what the doctors want him to do.

Is it just survival... or is Murkoff's twisted form of 'treatment' actually working?

Gaz likes talking to you.

Well, having your company. He doesn't open up about what he thinks and fears. Just sort of... sits with you and chats in the cafeteria during meal times.

And on the shuttles (from the sleep room to the Trials) Gaz likes to sit across from you, even with the TV in front of his face, and the bars on the side of his head (forcing him to watch)... he likes knowing you're right there. Likes reminding you to be angry instead of scared, "Fuck the doctors-remember that-fuck the doctors!"

You actually might be the reason he's still resisting the treatment. He tries to protect you from feeling as... as desperately terrified of becoming what the doctors want.

▹ John Price

Price hates to get paired with you in the Trials. Solely because he'd hate to see you hurt but... "its good to see a friendly face"

Price would do well in his trials, ranking a grade average 'B'.

It would be better, but he despises being apart of these sick games and 'messes up' on purpose.

(When you're afraid in the Trials) Price grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him, keeping you grounded and giving you something to focus on other than the threat of dying. "Just get the key, alright? Its got a little black star on it. You get it and bring it back here... and we'll both get out of here. Won't let anything bad happen to ya," he assures.

In the sleep-room, Price always tells you to come and play a game of chess with him. "No buts." He knows it will distract the both of you for a while, and if you don't know how to play, he's got all the time to teach you.

(When you don't make it back to the exit) Price always waits for you, has to watch you enter the transport himself to make sure you're okay. And when you don't, he gets antsy, glancing at the red timer above the door that says you have only three minutes... "Fuck," he decides, turning his back on the exit and beginning to run back into the Trial to find you.

he likes taking care of you, gives him something else-something more important-to focus on outside of the trials.

if anyone was getting out of the trials, he'd hoped it'd be you

[hopleii]

crawling back to you . . . ꔫ

content: inspired by Do I Wanna Know? - Hozier, mammon x fem!reader, hurt comfort, angst to fluff, breakup themes, getting back together themes, breaking no contact, yearning, alcohol mentions, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: do u guys like the cover i edited? >< lowkey got bored of the boring pink lines so I'll probably make more of those covers (just probably.)

it's been a whole year since you left devildom, which meant a whole year has passed since you and mammon talked. it's not like he cared though, right? the avatar of greed had better things to take care of, better things to desire, and better things to want.

but deep down, he wanted nothing more than to turn back time to that day. the day you left devildom, the day you two gave up on each other. there has not been a single day where mammon hasn't thought about you, going to bars and flirting with different women to ease the pain. it never worked, though. it always ended the same - he starts talking and crying about you, turning off the other girls. his brothers knew how much your departure and your breakup affected him, often picking up mammon from bars and dragging him home, being forced to listen to his slurred babbling as well.

today, he woke up, hungover and nauseated. he missed the way your soft hands brushed through his white hair, how your arms pulled him into a warm embrace, how you would care for him whenever he was hungover like this. mammon groaned as he stood up from his bed, the sunlight streaming through the blinds felt like knives in his eyes. he'd much rather be blinded by your beauty.

lucifer and the others had been on his case for months now, but mammon always brushed them off. he was the avatar of greed, he takes what he wants and gets rid of them when he wants, that's how everyone expected him to act, he was the one who broke up with you after all. but he didn't want to get rid of you. he had worn his heart on his sleeve for you, after all, and look where it got him.

"still sulking?" satan's voice cut through the silence in the dining hall since the others didn't want to speak up

mammon groaned, rubbing his forehead and adjusting his uniform. "ain't none of yer business."

"sure it's not" satan's green eyes softened at mammon's pitiful state, his eyes swollen from crying all night. "you know, this isn't helping anyone---not you, not MC." he didn't respond, pouring himself a glass of water and ignoring the way his hand trembled.

after school, mammon couldn't explain why he did what he did. maybe it was the way his brother kept giving him pitiful looks all week, or maybe the sheer exhaustion of pretending he stopped caring. either way, he found himself in the human world, in your city.

he had no plan—he never did—but he wandered aimlessly, not knowing if he wanted to run into you or if he wanted the universe to throw a bone at him.

and then, like fate, he saw you.

you were standing outside a bakery, paper bag in hand as you looked through the pastries and treats you bought with a soft smile, and it was like he couldn't breathe.

mammon froze, panic bubbling in his chest, what would he even say? what would he even do? but before he could second-guess himself, your eyes locked onto his.

your expression from surprise to something familiar, the look in your eyes that day when the two of you broke up, and mammon's heart clenched. he started walking towards you, as if his legs had a mind of it's own. he could've just walked away, ignored you, go back to devildom, but he couldn't. not after how long his heart yearned for you.

"hey," he said, his voice hoarse.

"hey," you replied, clutching your paper bag tighter.

and suddenly breathing was harder, the air was thicker with unsaid words.

mammon rubbed the back of his neck, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. "i, uh...didn't think i'd run into ya."

"i didn't either," you admitted.

"look, i know i'm the last person ya wanna see right now, but..." he pauses, fists clenching at his sides. "i can't stop thinkin' about ya, okay? it's been a year, and I've tried — believe me, I've tried everything, but i can't. I'm a mess without ya."

"mammon--"

"I know i screwed up," he said quickly, cutting you off. "i know I'm a greedy and selfish bastard and total pain in the ass but...I never stopped lovin' ya. not for a second. and, i know i was the one that ended things, but i was just bein' a coward. i should've made it work, whether you were in devildom or not."

you stared at him, a mix of bitterness and longing. "why, mammon? why now?"

"cause i couldn't stay away anymore," he said, stepping closer. "I get it if ya don't wanna see me again, but i had to try. i had to tell you."

you didn't reply. you wanted to walk away, to ignore him, to act like you didn't care, but he just wouldn't stop. everything he said, it was crushing your resolve.

"do ya ever think of me, pretty? i do. always. even when I'm drunk and stupid, never stopped thinkin' about you."

"i missed you," you whispered.

mammon's eyes widened, "ya did?"

you nodded, tears staining your cheeks. "mhm. everyday."

he didn't hesitate, pulling you into his arms and holding you like his life depended on it. "i ain't lettin' you go," he murmured into your hair.

"never again."

and for the first time in a year, you felt whole.

© — hopleii

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can you do a grumpy ii in spin check or smth? He deserves more loving. Thx!

This also has interactions with other members. Hope you will like it!

Code: cranky little man

“Code: cranky little man. Help.” was the message you received from IV about an hour after the rehearsal had started. And quite frankly you weren’t all that surprised considering that II was already grouchy in the morning before he left. Meaning that you had practically dragged him out of bed, bribing him with homemade dinner once he got back.

“What have you done now” you fired back, knowing that as much as they loved each other they also had a passion for pissing each other off. “I’m offended that you’re blaming me”, was all IV responded with before another notification dinged. This time a picture of your boyfriend with his face first on his drums graced your screen. A slight chuckle slipped past your lips as you quietly saved the image. “Leave my eepy baby alone”, you typed back quickly. Shaking your head you reached for one of II old shirts before throwing little things you might need into your purse.

“Maria, Joseph, and the donkey”, III raised his arms in the air when you made it to the studio thirty minutes later, “The savior is here”. You cackled, placing bags with food and drinks to the side, “Forgot the halo boys, my apologies”, you snickered. “I smell food”, IV practically chirped rubbing his palms together, before digging through the options available. “Hey, share”, you pointed a finger at him, making him lift his hands in surrender, “Yes, Mom”.

You just shook your head at him before grabbing the biggest cup of coffee planet Earth had seen, “Four shots, no sugar”, you muttered, setting the drink next to Vessel who reached out an arm to pull you into a side hug. “You’re the best”, he mused before turning back to the sheets with lyrics.“Bringing offerings like a good girl”, IV whistled, popping another fry into his mouth. “Oj, pipe it down”, II grunted stepping back into the room.

“What are you doing here?”, a slight frown crossed his features. Not the kind that suggested that you were unwanted there. More a surprised one, since you both had agreed that your personal life should be separate from the band's life. “Thought I would pop in to surprise you”, you smiled at him but he only tilted his head to the side, clearly not buying any of it.

“Okay, maybe I got a code red from someone”, you admitted with a slight shrug. “Fucking snitches”, II muttered under his breath before reaching out for you. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You could feel the tension in his body even from such a small action. “What’s wrong?”, you whispered, leaning in to press a loving kiss on his neck. “Nothing”, he shook his head but just glared at him, “Yeah, you are lying through your teeth”.

II stayed ridged for a moment. Running through his thoughts in his head before letting out a sigh, “Just not my day, nothing sounds good”. You hummed at his words, running a hand up and down his back.“How’s your wrist?”, you asked so casually and the slight shock on your boyfriend’s face was understandable. “How did you…”, he cut himself off with a shake of a head.

“I’ll tape it for ya, come on”, you tapped his back a couple of times before pulling away and reaching for your bag. “You were rubbing it this morning…”, you pointed out, reaching for his hand. “That’s what she said”, III snickered, of course making IV laugh as well. “You’ll be eating drumsticks lads”, II grunted shooting them an annoyed look. But you just snickered alongside them, carefully taping the tender wrist.

“How does this feel?”, you looked up, making sure you hadn’t wrapped it too tight. “Good, a lot better”, II agreed with a sigh, “Thanks, bub”, his free hand rubbed the back of your thigh. “You’re more than welcome”, you mussed, leaning in to kiss his lips a couple of times. “Sit with me while i play”, he mumbled against your lips, both hands pulling you deeper into him as he held onto your hips. “I don’t want to bother you or the boys”, you muttered. “As if you could”, he needed forward pressing his head into your chest.

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 2

First Date Jitters

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: theres a date ;) fluff, a little bit of anxiety/self consciousness on readers part. also reader has a quirk that allows them to talk to plants! it's talked about more in the next chapter

Word Count: 1.1k

previous chapter

It was now Saturday, the day of your date with Bakugou - which he told you to call him. He said Dynamight was too professional.

Since he had asked you out, the two of you had talked to each other everyday leading up to today. Sometimes even sending voice memos and photos to each other, which was nice. It was reassuring knowing it was actually him on the other side of the phone and not some random person playing a prank on you.

Currently you were getting ready for the date. He still didn't tell you where he was taking you, but he told you to dress nicely, but not over the top.

Whatever that meant.

As you added the finishing touches to your look, you smoothed down your clothing and looked yourself over in the mirror.

"I think this is okay...right?" You asked yourself.

"Mrow"

You looked at your feet and saw Cheerios standing in between them, looking up at you.

"Oh hey Cheerios!" You said and squatted down to his level, "You admiring me or what? Do I look okay?"

"Mroooww"

You giggled and lightly gripped his tail as he walked away, letting it run through your hand, "Thanks for your help."

Grabbing your phone, you looked at the time and saw that it was almost 5:30 pm, so you decided to wait in the living room until Bakugou told you he was here.

As you sat on the couch you couldn't help but bounce your leg nervously. You weren't so nervous about him being a catfish anymore, right now you were worried about how you looked.

Would he like what he sees? Would you be good enough for him? Oh god what if you get food stuck in your teeth or something. Would he even tell you?!

You didn't know how much time passed while you were wallowing in anxiety, but your phone ringing broke you out of it.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Bakugou.

"Already?!" You cried, quickly composing yourself and answering the phone.

"Hi Bakugou! Are you here already?" You asked in a fake cheery tone.

"Yeah. Your place is the one with the big flower pots outside right?"

"Yep. I'll be out there right now, let me put my shoes on."

"'Kay. Bye."

"Bye!"

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hastily put your shoes on, making sure to grab your keys.

While leaving you made sure to say bye to Cheerios, who only glanced at you from his spot on top of the couch, and to your plants who also said goodbye.

As soon as you stepped outside you locked your door and turned around to see an all black Camaro, which was probably the latest model. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't really see through them.

You walked towards the car nervously and opened the passenger door, seeing Bakugou in the drivers seat.

"Hi Bakugou, thank you for picking me up." You said as you got into the car.

Seeing him in person was much different than seeing him on TV or in photos. He didn't look bad at all, if anything he looked better. His eyes seemed to be an even brighter red in person.

He shook his head lightly, "'S no problem. You uh, you look really nice." He said quietly.

You smiled. "Thank you. I was worried I didn't dress the part, especially since you didn't tell me where we're going." You said teasingly.

He clicked his tongue and began driving. "I already told ya, it's a secret."

Laughing lightly at his words, you looked him over and his outfit. He had on a black cotton t-shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants and a belt with a silver buckle. He was also wearing a silver chain and a very expensive looking watch to match.

Now looking at his face, you noticed that his ears were pierced. On his lobes he had diamond earrings, and a little higher up he had a helix piercing.

Cute.

"See something ya like or what?" He asked with a smirk.

Your face went hot, "Uh-sorry. I was just looking at your piercings."

He brought a hand up to his ear, fiddling with the earring. "Huh. I forgot that not everybody knows I have these. I replace them with clear piercings when I'm working."

"How long have you had them?" You asked.

"Since my third year of high school, I think. It's been a while."

The two of you continued to make small talk on the way to...wherever you were going. You were glad that he wasn't hard to talk to, considering the fact that first dates are always a little awkward.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you were expecting to see a restaurant, not a large open field of flowers with some patches of grass.

"Hey Bakugou, where are we?" You asked while looking out at the field.

"It's a flower field. You said you like them, right?" He asked as he began getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I do." You said and followed his actions. "You do realize how suspicious this is right? You're not gonna murder me or something are you?"

He smiled at you as he opened the trunk, "Nah, not until the fifth date." he said jokingly.

You laughed and watched as he lifted a large picnic basket with a folded blanket on top, out of his trunk.

"Do you need help carrying that?" You asked.

"No, just shut the trunk for me will ya?"

You did as he said and followed him into the flower field. He led you to a plain patch of grass near some flowers and began to lay out the blanket.

"A picnic date huh? I didn't peg you as the type."

"I wasn't gonna take you out somewhere with shitty food and shitty people." He sneered and motioned to the spot next to him on the blanket, telling you to sit down.

You sat down and asked, "So if the food you brought isn't shitty, where is it from?"

"I made it all." He said as you two unpacked all of the food. Now on the blanket, there were two bento boxes filled with tonkatsu, tamagoyaki, chicken karaage, and some vegetables.

There was another small box filled with onigiri. Bakugou continued unpacking the basket, handing you a bottle of water.

"Here. If you want something else to drink, I brought some sodas too. I wasn't sure what you'd want..." He trailed off, ears tinted red.

You smiled widely at him. "This is fine. Thank you Bakugou, this is really sweet and the food looks really good!"

The red on ears brightened even more, "Thanks. Just make sure to grab the green bento for yourself. The other one is spicier, since it's mine."

You hummed and grabbed the green bento box.

The date seemed to be going well so far, and you could only hope it'd stay that way.

...

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authors note

i hope you liked this chapter ! idk why but i think bakugou would be the type to take you on a picnic date, i hope you agree! also sorry for the little cliff hanger tee hee. i'm probably gonna post the next chapter in a day or two so you don't have to wait too long!

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[deadassluv]

JWCT SPOILERS

People who say Sammy or Yaz are wrong are the ones who are WRONG!

Now let me explain.

I’ve watched season 3 like three times by now (yeah ik I’m obsessed) and I’ve pay a lot of attention to details, expressions, actions, words, and let me tell ya, everything is amazingly well done, season three is the best one so far, even better than season 3 of cc. Overall I give it a 9.8/10, can’t give it the full ten because of the handlers death and the Yasammy break up, but everyone has their opinions. But that’s not the reason why I’m writing this.

Before I start, this is MY opinion I’m not saying this is a fact or whatever, so don’t attack me.

Both of Sammy’s and Yaz’s opinions are valid, like super valid, I completely understand both sides. But Sammy’s side is more understandable than Yaz’s, and just because it is it doesn’t mean that Yaz is wrong, she is a 100% NOT wrong for wanting to help her friend, her sister, Brooklynn is someone Yaz considers as FAMILY, and she is just worried, and in case nobody “noticed” she misses Brooklynn, she just wants to see her, make sure she’s okay, she wants to hug her, talk to her again. And all of this wishes make Yaz think that Sammy’s argument is not …right in a way. Also, I think all this time away from her girl has made her read Sammy less, if that makes sense.

Yaz has grown so much as a character, you can see that her ptsd has gotten better, way better, to the point where she’s willing to yell at one to save her girl, or be brave enough to find a way to escape when being chased by one. She has become better at listening to her friend’s problems and talking them through it. Now here’s the thing that I’ve noticed, Yaz seems to be helping everyone but one person, and that is Sammy, her own girl. Why? The reason why I think that Yaz might think that Sammy does not need the help she’s giving everyone else is because she is just afraid. She is probably afraid that while trying to help Sammy she will do or say something that’s gonna make Sammy think that Yaz has done no progress. Or maybe she thinks that if Sammy had some kind of problem she will immediately go to her and talk to her about it. But that’s what Yaz doesn’t know, she doesn’t know that Sammy is not communicating, not the way she should.

Communication is key, we all know that we all have heard that before. But there’s no communication in this relationship or ex relationship (I really don’t want to call it that) Yaz is listening to Sammy but at the same time she’s not. Yaz doesn’t seem to take Sammy’s argument serious, she calls Sammy ridiculous and then she calls her a coward (which is not entirely a lie) not only that, Yaz thinks that Sammy is not only being affected by Brooklynn but also her family. Yaz is not wrong by thinking that but the fact that she didn’t even thought about her leaving Sammy and going miles away from her didn’t affect Sammy is what escalates the issue.

Sammy also made a bunch of mistakes, she has been avoiding COMMUNICATION with her girlfriend, she’s been having this kind of passive aggressive behavior towards Yaz, and that just made things more complicated. Every time her and Yaz tried to have a not so argumentative conversation it always ended up becoming an argument, because neither one of them don’t want to listen to each other. Sammy is so blinded by grief, betrayal, abandonment, anger, and sadness that she just can’t seem to find herself anymore. The whole thing of her family not talking to her seemed to make her believe that Brooklynn is doing the same thing to them. She feels like Brooklynn just doesn’t care about them, about her. As we know Sammy and Brooklynn were inseparable, they were like sisters, and the whole Brooklynn prefers to go with the woman that tried to killed her and them, is the final straw for Sammy. That’s what makes her snap and not care about what anyone else says other than herself.

The thing that hurts the most about this break up is that they both still love each other so much, but they are too afraid that if they stick together they’re going to end up hurting one another. They both thought that the best way of not hurting each other was just end things, maybe go back to what they use to be, just friends. But they are both wrong, the break up only made things worse between them, to the point where Sammy can’t even look at Yaz or talk to her because it hurts her so much. And Yaz, you can see that it hurts her that Sammy doesn’t want to even look her way, the way she stared at the table seen that she has actually lost her girl. Sammy preferred to go back home than to be with her, and that broke her heart even more.

I still believe that they’re going to find a way of getting back together. Like come on, that’s the crew’s favorite couple, they won an award thanks to them. There’s no way Sammy and Yaz are not end game.

And if they are going to fix things I just hope there more than just one season left, so things don’t feel rushed. They deserve their time to talk about everything and be comfortable with each other again. And also Brooklynn needs to help with the whole getting Sammy and Yaz together situation, because Brooklynn played a big part on destroying those two girls.

Sorry ik is a lot, but I really needed to share this opinion to see if anyone agrees with me or if I’m just crazy and completely obsessed with them. (They’re my emotional support)

I hope everyone feels okay after that heart breaking season :)

[angelsknifeprty]

What would Sadie Adler be like being the fem!eader's girlfriend? I love she🩵

sadie as your girlfriend hcs ✿⋆.˚⊹

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‧₊˚౨ৎ before the two of you started dating she was unexplainably protective over you. she was already very protective of the gang, leaping into action whenever there was danger. but she always seemed to have her eyes trained on you, watching like a hawk for if you were in any sort of trouble

‧₊˚౨ৎ this only intensifies when she finally gets to call you hers. you were always the first person she’d check on both in and after any danger. she’d rush to your side to protect you and make sure you weren’t too shaken up afterwards. her arm would constantly be wrapped protectively (and possessively) around your waist. when sadie was around you didn’t have to worry about taking shit from anybody, they’d have to go through her first

‧₊˚౨ৎ “you redirect that attitude to me, ‘cause if i hear another word leave that filthy mouth o’ yours, i’ll kill ya.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ she’s very generous with her death threats but to anyone who knows her or has any common sense, they know she’s not joking

‧₊˚౨ৎ despite her harsh exterior and brutal nature, she’s actually a big softie. she’s a fan of mushy pet names, calling you “sweetheart”, “angel”, “pretty girl”, you name it. and she’s not worried about calling you these in front of people. most think she’d shy away from it as she has a reputation for being a bit hot-headed and intimidating. but she holds her own well enough for there to be no doubt about whether she’s truly a threat or not, just for her to then turn around and dote on you like nothing happened

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is very possessive and loves calling you hers. what’s hers is hers and that will be known, every affectionate name having “my” in front of it

‧₊˚౨ৎ loves doing things for you, always talking about how she isn’t a fan of sitting around and not doing much. if she sees miss grimshaw is wearing you rather thin she won’t hesitate to come and take some tasks off of your hands, even though she prefers the more hands on dirty work the gang gets up to. but if it was for you, she’d do just about anything

‧₊˚౨ৎ if you aren’t already able to she’d teach you how to defend yourself, always worrying over what might happen if she’s not around to protect you. the idea of that makes her feel helpless, which she hates, so it brings her some comfort to make sure you’re capable of taking care of yourself if needed

‧₊˚౨ৎ she loves to fluster you. she is absolutely not shy when teaching you how to shoot, pressing herself up against you as she readjusts your posture and gives you directions in that raspy voice of hers. you swear she wants you to start messing up when she whispers a proud, “atta girl,” after a particularly good shot. “my pretty girl’s doin’ so good.”

‧₊˚౨ৎ you are the only person she’ll play the harmonica for. she was very reserved about it at first, nobody but her late husband getting to hear her play. but when she feels herself becoming more at ease with you she’ll occasionally let you stick around while she plays. you of course respect her and her privacy but on days where she can’t bring herself to dismiss your company, she lets you stay

“alright, you can stay, darlin’. but ya can’t laugh if i mess up, okay?” 

‧₊˚౨ৎ she is actually very upfront about her feelings. she’s quite openly vulnerable, though she wishes she wasn’t. she’s a tough cookie to break but sees the importance of being honest with you (she’s so applejack coded aaaa) and doesn’t like leaving tension in the air if you’re upset with each other or one of you is going through a hard time

‧₊˚౨ৎ will absolutely spoil you with her bounty hunting money. what better way to spend her time after chasing down crooks than giving you whatever you wanted? it also wouldn’t hurt to give you any shiny trinkets she took from the pockets of her newest catches, they wouldn’t be needing them anyway once they were behind bars

‧₊˚౨ৎ literally the best girlfriend ever, i firmly believe she devotes her every breath to doing right by you <3

a/n: i love sadie sm i wanna write for her more !! i hope you enjoyed :D xoxo

[allfearstofallto]

Food is a Love Language

Osamu x Fem! Reader

TW: None! Pure fluff

AN: Repost from my old account, don't blame me, I like to read it

You stared down at the basket. It had been placed beside your work bag, on a bench on the furthest side of the court. Inside was six neatly wrapped onigiri, each one with a different filling. Scratchy writing on the saran wrap of each rice ball told what they would contain on the inside, but other than that, there was a singular note at the bottom of the basket. It was neatly folded and smelled of the food it was packaged with. You looked at the gift and smiled, already knowing where it came from.

As the manager of a professional volleyball team, you found yourself getting close to your members and close to their family as well. You helped Hinata and his younger sister practice, Bokuto and his sisters offered for you to hang out with them often, and then there was Atsumu.

You didn’t know much about the highschool volleyball scene before becoming a manager, you barely even knew much about the professionals. You were at a bit of a disadvantage, still having to catch up on things. You didn’t know what happened in certain matches, you didn’t know what teams were considered to be better than others, you didn’t even know who on the team you were managing were rivals before becoming companions.

So when Atsumu mentioned that he had a twin brother, you nearly laughed in his face. He was a jokester afterall, and you had tragically fallen prey to just a couple of his pranks. But sure enough, he was serious. Not only was he serious, but he mentioned that his brother also used to play, but he quit to open a restaurant. All of this sounded made up, but when you asked around about it, it turned out to be real.

“Yeah! He was so cool! When he spiked the ball it would be like woosh, then bam! Ya know?” Hinata jumped eagerly as he spoke excitedly about Atsumu’s brother. You slowly nodded your head in response, you didn’t understand a word he’d said, you never did, but if you didn’t pretend to know, he would keep going.

“Atsumu's brother?" Bokuto began, scratching the back of his head, looking up at the sky as he thought on it, "He makes good food!" You expected no better answer from Bokuto. He thought with his stomach most days, even when he was playing volleyball. He did say that trusting his gut was the best thing to do in a game.

Sakusa was the last person you asked about him, Atsumu’s mysterious twin brother, “Annoying. They’re all annoying,” he sighed his answer out, his hand stuffed into his pockets. You don’t even think he’d heard the question, he always answered similarly when asked anything.

You remembered your first time meeting this twin. Atsumu insisted that you meet his brother because you’d hung out with everyone else's family members. You couldn’t turn him down, not only because he was right, but also because you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Nothing was making you more curious than one of your team members having a twin. Especially a twin who was a former volleyball player. From what you’d seen, everyone was so passionate about the sport, his brother being one of those people.

The entire time you walked to his restaurant, Atsumu complained about his brother. He said that he was lazy, rude, ignorant, and a bunch of other unkind things. If anyone would’ve heard what he was saying, they would’ve thought that he was talking about someone he was planning to fight. But you saw through it. The entire time Atsumu raged on and on, you could see a glimmer of excitement in his eyes and a little smile on his lips. He was happy to see his brother, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

The first thing you noticed about the building was that it was modest. A little smaller than the average building, but it still looked pretty lively. Onigiri Miya was plastered on a large sign above the door, and the smell of freshly cooked rice was already leaking onto the street. You felt your stomach rumble, Atsumu had offered to buy for you, the only thing he saw being good about his brother was his cooking after all.

A part of you still didn’t believe he was genuinely real, the twin, at least, not until Atsumu held the door open for you and you stepped inside. The sound of light, jazz music was playing over the speakers, giving the entire sitting area a calm vibe. And the smell, you couldn’t get the complete smell from outside, but now that you were in, it was all hitting you. Grilled fish, eggs, pickled vegetables, and seaweed. Amidst the idle chatter of the place, the smell was the thing you noticed the most.

Then you saw him, the spitting image of his brother. He looked exactly like him, you would’ve believed it was Atsumu standing behind the counter in a wig if not for the fact that he was standing right beside you. His hair was a light gray, a little longer than his brothers, you could see his black roots starting to grow in. That was practically the only difference, their face, body, even their smile was similar.

“‘Samu!” Atsumu shouted to his brother from across the restaurant. He finally turned to look at the both of you, his smile dropping when he laid eyes on the blond boy.

Atsumu didn’t even seem to mind the almost harsh reaction, rather he pulled a chair up for you at the bar, right in front of him. Right in front of the twin that you barely believed existed. You were still a bit dumbfounded, but there he was in the flesh.

“Why are you here,” he groaned. Their voices were a bit different, this ‘Samu sounded a bit more monotone. Or maybe he was just that angry.

“Introducing you to my manager!” he practically cheered, “This is my brother, Osamu.”

For the first time since you entered, he finally laid eyes on you. His face immediately softened when he looked at you, you supposed that that look was reserved for his brother.

His hands were planted firmly on his hips, the black waist apron he wore was dusted and dirty from a day's work. The gray shirt that he wore looked practically sculpted to his body. There was a little onigiri embroidered on the breast pocket of his shirt, your eyes were drawn to it. Even though they said he quit years ago, his arms were still large and firm.

“What he said,” he spoke a bit more kindly towards you, even bending over a little so that he was at your eye level where you sat, “I own this place. Nice to meet you, Ms. Manager.”

“Y-you too,” you managed to stumble out, before his focus turned back to his brother.

“Now are you actually going to buy something or are you just here to take up space that can be used by paying customers,”

“I’m buying, I’m buying,” he groaned, picking up a menu and showing it to you.

It was a fairly short menu. Only having different types of onigiri, some soups, teas, and a couple of alcoholic drinks. You let Atsumu order for you, saying you didn’t know what to get and that you trusted his judgment. Osamu snatcehd the menu from his brother’s hands when he was done ordering. He glanced at you a few times while he and Atsumu talked. You could feel his eyes on him and even met his gaze a couple of times, the two of you locking eyes for brief moments before he tried to turn his attention back to the conversation.

“You’d better pay for it this time,” he disappeared into the kitchen after he said that, leaving you with a chance to think about it. Think about everything.

“I thought you were lying,” you spoke in awe.

“Why would I lie about something like that?” he asked defensively.

“Because you’re you,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The two of you playfully argue back and forth. The casual conversation being what helped you both past the time. The atmosphere inside the restaurant was a calm one. The tea that you were served was even more calming. It had a sweet, earthy taste that only made you think of him. Of Osamu. The mysterious twin that you’d finally gotten the chance to meet, but were still so curious about.

“Here,” he said, sitting a plate of rice balls down in front of you, “Piping hot.”

You looked up at him again. There was a gentle smirk on his face. Atsumu had only ordered you two a piece, but there were three on your plate. The blond boy was too busy digging into his own food to notice, but you did. The way Osamu calmly gestured for you to eat up told you that much.

The first bite was incredible. The second was even better as you finally got a taste of the filling inside. It was long before you found yourself looking like Atsumu, stuffing your face full and trying to enjoy every bite.

“Like it?” he asked, the question was for you. You found yourself not able to answer. Your cheeks were completely full, you only nodded enthusiastically. It was the only thing you could do in order to not look like a complete slob. “I can tell.” This time, he reached across the bar and rubbed his thumb across your cheeks, brushing grains of rice away.

You could feel your face growing hot from just that one touch, but you didn’t pull away. Swallowing down the food, you rested your elbows on the bar, getting closer to him.

There was a tension between the two of you, you could feel it, even if you barely talked. As he tried to work and handle orders, he was still looking at you. Giving you half smiles, small waves, he’d walk up to you and ask you how the meal was. You’d long since finished at that point, only drinking the tea that he insisted on refilling for you. Almost as if he didn’t want you to leave.

The only time you were able to breathe, was when he went into the kitchen. Your mind was still filled with him when he was gone, but it was easy to not be a flustered mess without him in your line of sight. You could tell Atsumu was beginning to notice, the vibes between the two of you were hard for even the most oblivious person to miss.

“Don’t tell me-” he began, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“What?” you pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he wasn’t buying it.

“My brother? Him? Really?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Osamu answered before you had the chance to, sitting an alcoholic drink down at your side, “On the house.”

You looked him up and down, silently thanking him. The drink was sweet, you could barely taste the liquor in it. Atsumu eyed you as you drank it, his face was a mixture of emotions. Anger, Sadness, maybe a little bit of disgust, but you didn’t care.

“Gross! You never give me free drinks, ‘Samu! You never give me free anything!” he complained. The restaurant was practically empty now as it was closer to closing, so he was allowed to be his normal loud self.

Osamu practically ignored the boy, wiping down the counters around you, his hand brushing up your arm a few times, “You don’t have to pay this time, consider that your free something.” The words were meant for Atsumu, but he was looking at you. You supposed that meant that the free meal was for you as well.

“Thanks,” you answered, finishing off the last of your drink. The sweet taste still lingered in your mouth, beckoning you to ask for more.

He took notice of this, picking up the glass that now only held ice, “Want another?”

Before you even had the chance to answer, or even to tease him for trying to get you drunk, your arm was grabbed by his brother. A now fuming Atsumu was pulling you off of the barstool. It was a playful anger, you could tell, but even you knew that he was getting jealous. Not because you were flirting with his brother, but because you were getting special treatment.

“No more drinks for her! We have work tomorrow!” He shouted, pulling you out the door. You waved a solemn goodbye to Osamu, watching as he didn’t stop smirking, even after you left out the door.

Almost all the lights inside the building were off, but you could still see Osamu’s form through the window. His broad shoulders slumped just a little bit, but he continued to wipe down the counters. You didn’t feel sad though, you knew you would see him again. He was the twin brother of one of your team members after all.

Practice the next day felt the same as normal. You guided the boys through their stretches and helped them with their drills before going into your office. Sitting your clipboard down, you noticed something on your desk by your mouse. A neatly wrapped onigiri, still a bit warm to the touch.

Even though it was wrapped to keep it fresh, you could tell by the shape of it where it came from. One bite of it and that familiar flavor was filling your mouth. That familiar flavor and thoughts of him. Osamu Miya. You wanted to see him again, but you knew practice would run late. Another big game was coming up and when that happened, the team acted like all they knew how to do was play volleyball.

Rice balls began to pop up all over for you after that, in places that you were sure to see them. On your desk, in your bag, on the bench you always sat on when you watched the boy’s practice matches. You knew Atsumu was the one hiding them, having got them from his brother before practice each day. You knew before he even told you, walking up, his lips in a deep frown.

“Couldn’t think of a place to hide this one,” he groaned, practically forcing this rice ball into your hands. You couldn’t help, but laugh in his face. For someone who didn’t want to be doing this, he sure was enthusiastic about hiding them.

That’s what brought you back to this basket. This had been the most you were given in one day, which was a surprise because there was no easy Atsumu could hide something like this on his person. You were the only person with the keys to the gym.

You sat down on the bench beside the basket, carefully picking up the note and reading the few words that were scribbled on it. It was simple, lacking formalities and having his same god awful handwriting. Only containing one sentence that somehow made your heart beat out of your chest.

Won’t you come see me again?

-Osamu

[casuallyobssessed]

Hand of God - Donnie Barksdale x Fem!Fae!Reader ❥ 3.8k Words

A/N: Huge shout out to /impossibly-moths for being the catalyst for this idea and helping me with all my Fae related questions. Divider by /kodaswrld

Warnings: Fairy/Fae Reader, non-con/dub-con, major character death, alcohol consumption, no beta, no use of y/n, size kink, size difference, dead-dove content

Archive of Our Own Link

How could you have been so careless?

The sun beats down through the trees, a sliver of light transfixed directly on you has your brow sweating and your brain getting scrambled. You're stuck hanging by your wings, caught in some kind of trap mechanism inside of a metal cage. Inches away from you is a smorgasbord of deliciously irresistible berries and sweet goodies. You knew it was too good to be true, but you just couldn't resist trying to sneak in and take your fill.

Loud, crunching footsteps snap you out of your one person pity party. You know it has to be a human from the way they're walking. You kick your legs back and forth to try and dislodge yourself, but it only puts more painful stress on your wings. Afraid of tearing them, you stop and hang there silently, hoping that this human would be kinder than the rest you've come across.

The person picks up the cage and rattles it, shaking you violently in the process. You scream and hold onto your wings, hoping they wouldn't take much more damage. The cage is raised higher and you see the familiar face of a man. 

“Must be my lucky day,” The human laughs, “Seems to me I done caught my very own Tinkerbell.”

Terrified, you lock eyes with him, unable to look away. This is the same monster that’s been killing all of your favorite forest creatures recently and taking them away. 

“You’re kinda cute for a bug, ain't ya?,” He says, sticking his finger through the bars and poking your tummy.

“I'm not a bug!” You cry out, shoving his finger away, but he doesn't seem to understand your words. 

He cocks an eyebrow at you, “Did you say somethin’?”

“Let me out of here!” You say, louder this time.

“I don't know what you're tryna say, bug,” He shrugs and you let out a frustrated huff.

And with that, he’s moving again, carrying you and the trap back to his truck. He places you on the passenger seat and slams the door with enough force to rock the vehicle and send you swaying. He gets in on the driver's side and starts the truck. 

“Look here, ol’ Donnie ain't gonna hurt ya. You promise to be good if I let you outta there?” He asks, leaning down towards you. His cross necklace shifts against his shirt, catching glints of the sun that temporarily blind you with each breath he takes. 

You glare at him, but cross your arms and nod. Without hesitation, the man named Donnie unlocks the cage. He fiddles with the mechanism that is holding you hostage and loosens it. Your wings slip free and you fall directly into the palm of his enormous hand. Even if you stretched all the way out with your head at the tip of his middle finger, your feet would barely reach his wrist. If he wanted to, he could crush you like an actual bug, but you don't get that vibe. At least, not yet. He set you free, that has to count for something, doesn't it?

His skin is warm and inviting after being stuck by yourself for a while, tempting you to lay down and snuggle up to him. You almost feel safe before he wraps his big fingers around you and pulls you out.

“Let go of me!” You squirm in his hand. 

“Stop wigglin’, I wanna get a good look at you.” 

He uses his other hand to grab you by the wings and dangle you in front of his face, squinting at you and twisting you around to get a better view. You’ve never worn clothes like the humans do, but the way his sharp brown eyes stare hungrily at you makes you want to cover up. 

“Damn shame you're so tiny. You'd be a fine piece of ass otherwise.”

You scowl at him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What? You don’t like me tellin’ you the truth?”

“You don't have to be so crass about it, Human,” You bite back, making sure your displeasure is evident on your face. 

“I'll take that as a no, then,” He cocks an eyebrow at you, “Say, are there more things like you floatin’ around my property?” 

You take a second to decide if you want to answer him truthfully. With his track record, he doesn't seem to be the forest conservationist type. Ultimately, you come to the conclusion that there's no need for him to find out about the others. You shake your head and shrug your shoulders in response. 

“I don't believe you, but I guess you don't trust me after all the huntin’ I've been doin’ out here. That's fair,” He gives you a small smile and your heart skips a beat. 

Donnie sets you on the dashboard of his truck and releases your wings. Surprisingly, your first instinct isn't to immediately fly out of the slightly cracked passenger window. You instead swing your legs over the edge of the plastic-y, vinyl surface and lightly kick your feet. You stretch out your wings and watch as he feels around beneath his seat for something, making a quiet ‘aha!’ sound when he finds it. He pulls out a large jar, partially filled with a clear fluid. Donnie unscrews the lid before bringing it to his lips and downing most of the remaining liquid in one big gulp. 

“Shit!” He hisses, “Forgot how strong this rotgut was. Jar’s been sittin’ in here for a minute.” 

You look at him, nose scrunched and slightly concerned at whatever ‘rotgut” is. 

“There's a drop or two left, you wanna try some? Don't go down like that Wild Turkey whiskey since it's been sittin’ so long, but it'll get the job done,” Donnie holds the jar up to you expectantly. 

“Okay,” You nod at him and point to the alcohol. 

Understanding you clearly, he carefully holds the glass up to your lips, slowly tilting it up until you get a big mouthful. You immediately regret it as soon as you swallow. It’s harsh. It burns going down and you splutter and cough, bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Strong ain't it, Darlin’?” Donnie chuckles, his eyes shine and crinkle at the corners, “That's some real honest white lightning, sugar. Drinkin’ ‘shine like that'll put hair on your chest, believe that.” 

You motion for him to bring it back to your mouth, and you take another sip. It's less alarming this time, but equally as bad going down. 

It doesn't take very long for the ‘shine’ to start kicking in. Heat spreads from your groin down to your toes, out to your fingers and through to the tips of your wings. You can feel that warmth creeping up your neck to your face, tipping Donnie off to how you're feeling. You lean back, resting on your hands and lazily flitting your wings. 

“Feelin’ relaxed now, sweetheart?” Donnie asks you with a smirk. 

You simply look at him and smile followed by a giggle. You like that he calls you different pet names, it makes your tummy do flips. It doesn't make sense to you, but you don't have the mental focus to think about it too hard right now. 

“You should have some more, it'll make things real interestin’ I bet,” He tries to force another sip on you, but you shove the jar away, not wanting to deal with the consequences of drinking any more. 

Donnie frowns, but doesn't push it. He drinks the last few drops left in the jar and reaches to grab you again. Your reaction time is slow, so you couldn't even fly away if you had wanted to. 

“Put me down!” You squeal.

He ignores you and shoves you into the jar, overpowering you when you catch the rim with your legs and try to push against him. Before you're able to crawl out, he slams the lid on and twists it shut. You scream, hyperventilating and slamming your hands against the glass. 

“Ungrateful bitch,” He says under his breath while reaching for his knife. 

You take this as your sign to stop screaming, and step back, bumping against the glass. You cower down, covering your head as he stabs the pocketknife into the lid of the jar, giving you a burst of fresh air. He tosses your jar into the passenger seat, knocking your head against the side in the process, and throws the truck into gear. 

You're not sure how long the drive takes to get to his home considering you hit your head pretty hard, but when you come to, your jar has been placed on the mantle above his fireplace. You're overseeing his messy living room, watching him putter around. He's taken his shirt and tossed it on the floor, and now he's kicking his boots off beside the couch. 

From your all-seeing spot on the mantle, you watch him drink himself stupid. It started with cheap beer and ended with whiskey after he poured the last of his beer can into your jar. You stand calf deep in foul smelling, warm beer that soaks your hair and your wings. The smell makes you gag, but you try your best to keep your composure. Freaking out wouldn't help. You barely had room to stand, let alone have a panic attack. 

A few minutes go by and Donnie comes back to linger in front of you. He just stares at you, swaying back and forth. Suddenly his eyes light up and he's snatching you off the mantle and unscrewing the lid. The violent movement knocks you on your butt, leaving you soaked in alcohol. 

Donnie plucks you out of the jar by your wings and tosses the jar onto the coffee table. He walks into the kitchen and holds you over to the sink. Turning on the faucet, not bothering to let the water warm up first, he holds your little body under the water. You're hit with a rush of icy cold water that makes you squeal. 

“Cut that shit out!” He shouts.

It scares you bad enough that you jump and immediately stop fighting against him. In an odd twist of events, he leans down and starts to gently wash you in the stream of water. Well, he does as best he can while drunk and using one hand to hold you up by your wings. 

Carefully, he glides his fingers across your breasts and then your stomach, slowly dragging them down to your hip. Putting your leg between his index finger and thumb, he squishes your thigh then moves on to massage your calf, washing the remnants of the beer off your skin. He does the same to your other leg, but his fingers trail up the back of your thigh, not stopping until they reach your ass. 

You want to kick him or curse him out for feeling you up like this, but you have to admit to yourself, it feels kind of nice. He caresses the curve of your ass before slipping his calloused fingertip between your thighs, slowly parting your legs. Your cunt is positively dripping, your wetness coats his finger before getting washed away by the water. Something about this intrigues Donnie, so he continues sliding his finger back and forth between your thighs, creating sweet, sweet friction against your clit.

You bite your lip, stifling a moan as you grind your hips down against him. It feels heavenly. He lets go of your wings and turns the sink off, watching intently as you straddle him and rub your slick folds all over his finger. 

“That must feel real good, huh?” He asks, his voice husky and low, “You're a desperate little thing.” 

His words make your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it's not enough to stop you. You lean forward, bracing yourself with your hands to get a better angle. The difference in position sends sparks of white hot lightning through your body, making your toes curl and your thighs tighten around his finger. Donnie groans, using his free hand to palm himself through his jeans. 

Nearing your climax, your wings start to shake along with your legs. Panting moans tumble out of your mouth and your stomach muscles tighten. Inside your chest, your heart is racing, and that white hot pleasure starts turning into a sharper sensation, like pure honey on your clit. That feeling intensifies quickly. You're so close you can almost taste it. You look up at Donnie towering over you, and you're not sure what you're asking of him but the tears in your puppy dog eyes are begging him to do something. 

“What do you need, Darlin’?” He looks at you with a dark expression, trying to decipher your pitiful whines. 

He lets go of the bulge in his pants long enough to brush his fingers against your wings, softly rubbing them between his thumb and index. You cry out as an unexpected tingle travels through your sensitive wings and shocks you into your orgasm. You tremble around him with a full body spasm and a contented sigh. The blissful high doesn't last long before Donnie changes his tune and pinches your wings, tugging on them harshly. He laughs when you yelp and tumble backwards, nearly falling off of his hand. 

“Stop it! That hurts.” You cry out and reach around to swat him away, but your arms are too short to reach. 

“Relax, Tinkerbell, I just wanna see somethin’ real quick.” 

He manhandles you onto your back, laying you flat on his palm with your wings tucked between his fingers. You're given no warning before he spreads your legs open wide, putting your cunt on display for him. 

“So fuckin’ wet and pretty. I bet you taste sweet as molasses,” Without waiting for your permission, he leans in to lick you. 

Ignoring the alcohol heavy on his breath when he opens his mouth, you're hit with a wave of pleasure the second his tongue touches your wet heat.

“Mmm, I was right,” He says, licking his lips. 

“Will you do it again?” You ask quietly while canting your hips towards him, hoping he gets the message. 

“You want more?” There's a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nod.  

With his tongue being wide enough to cover most of your body in one pass, he uses it to trace from between your legs, all the way up to your breasts. Goosebumps spread across your skin as his slick tongue goes in for another taste of your folds. He moans against you, sending the vibrations straight to your core and making you writhe in his hand. It continues like that for a few minutes; cycling between him absolutely devouring you and having to stop himself from moaning too loudly. To your dismay, he pulls away from you, leaving you sick with want. 

“Please, please, please,” You beg, thrusting up against nothing but air, searching for contact. The words come out sounding more like a prayer begging for forgiveness than anything. 

“Is all your kind this fun to play with? They all this needy, or is it just you?” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he watches you struggle, “I mean look at how wet you are for me.”

He uses his pinky to rub against your aching clit, sliding down to gather up your slick, and then presses against your entrance. You shake your head at him, scared that his finger would be too big for you. 

“I think you can take it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let me try, alright?” He leans in and kisses your stomach, trying to reassure you. 

You shudder. He turns you on way more than he probably should. You nod and bite your lip, agreeing to let him try. 

Miraculously, your small hole stretches around the tip of his pinky without too much of a struggle. The sensation is foreign to you but feels divine. You never imagined yourself getting finger-fucked by a human, and yet, here you are. You groan, holding yourself back.

“Keep on makin’ those sweet sounds for me, Honey. I wanna hear how good it feels,” Donnie whispers, his voice gravelly and only slightly slurred. 

You obey, letting your moans and whimpers fill the space between you two. That familiar feeling starts building up in your stomach as he gently fucks you, filling you up as much as you can handle with his pinky finger. Right before you reach your peak again, he pulls out of you abruptly. You whine at the empty feeling, making grabby hands at him to come back. 

“I got an idea,” He mumbles, carrying you back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. 

With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, undoes his jeans, and shoves his boxers down far enough to pull out his hard cock. Your eyes widen, hoping he isn't thinking what you think he is.

“You think it'll fit?” He asks you with a devilish grin. 

He holds you up next to his dick, marveling at the size comparison. You're only a few inches taller than it is and your head spins just thinking about trying to fit any amount of it inside of you. 

It's impossible. There is no physical way for him to fit, but in his inebriated state, he doesn't care. He's determined to make it fit. While you flutter your wings violently trying to get away, Donnie spreads your legs with one hand and lowers you onto his leaking dick with the other. You let out a disgruntled whimper.

At first it doesn't hurt, there's enough pre cum mixing with your own juices that it simply feels like intense pressure. You focus on the silver cross resting on his chest, rising and falling with each of his deep breaths. Its rhythmic movement reminds you to take your own deep breaths so you don't panic. But, when Donnie reaches up and forcibly spreads your legs farther than they're meant to go, your hips start to ache and your muscles burn. You start panicking. 

He pulls back for a moment, letting you believe that he's giving up with a sigh before ramming himself into you, effectively popping your hips out of place and shattering your pelvis. A blood curdling scream erupts from your throat and searing, unbearable pain pulses throughout your body as you feel his dick tearing through your body, nearly ripping you in half. 

You beg and scream and cry as he forces himself deeper, an incredible tightness building up in your stomach and chest. To make room for Donnie, your organs are being squished up into your ribcage. You’re thankful you can't feel your legs anymore, but the rest of the pain still has your vision blurring. You can't see the cross anymore, just a shiny blur of silver against his skin.  

Another thrust and you feel a mushy pop inside your ribs, preventing you from taking another full breath. You cough to clear your airway, but you only get a mouthful of blood. Your lungs are on fire, begging you for a fresh breath of air, but you're powerless to comply. 

The last thing you feel is a terrible crack inside your chest, ribs splintering like twigs underneath your skin. You're blinded by the pain before it completely knocks you unconscious. Your body goes limp in Donnie's hands, making it infinitely easier for him to manipulate your limbs where he needs them. 

Using you like his own personal fleshlight, he pumps himself in and out of you like a mad man, desperately chasing his release. He ignores the blood coating his dick and dripping from your slack jawed mouth, it really just makes this smoother for him. An inconvenient cleanup, sure, but that's a problem for sober Donnie. 

As he nears his climax, his thrusts get sloppier and harder. Frantic chants of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ ending with a grunt marks the moment Donnie cums inside of you. His seed spills out around his cock and drips down your legs, mixing with the blood to turn a surprisingly pretty pink. Your broken little body is nothing but mush, barely contained within your skin when he's done playing with you. 

Donnie takes a few deep breaths and slowly slides you off his softening dick, surveying the damage he's done. Your mangled corpse sags in his fingers as he inspects your crumpled wings. He pokes at your hand. Though it's still balled into a fist, it unfurls as he nudges your fingers, placing his fingertip against your palm. It's as if he's expecting you to grab onto him, give him some sign that he didn't go too far.

Maybe it's the alcohol dulling his senses, but he can't seem to find any feelings of remorse. Even looking at your glazed-over, empty eyes doesn't spark any emotion within him, except for mild disappointment that he broke his new toy. Without pulling his boxers or jeans back up, Donnie slumps over sideways on the couch, clutching you in one hand. 

He dozes off for a few hours before lurching awake in a cold sweat. There's a moment of confusion while he looks at your now stiff body in his fist. He doesn’t remember what happened beyond a few blurry flashes of memory. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he groans and sits up, opening his fingers to look at you in the process. 

Donnie probably can't tell you what possesses him to take hold of your tiny wings and rip them out of your back, but he does. He then shoves them in his pocket, and carelessly dumps your wingless body back into the jar still sitting on the coffee table. He shoves his dick back into his underwear and yanks his jeans back up. Rising from the couch, he picks up his shirt from the floor and shrugs it on, then snatches the jar from the table and puts the lid back on. 

Carrying you with him, he opens the back door and stares out into the woods silently. He looks down at you and blinks. With a grunt, he winds his arm up and hurls the jar into the darkness, listening for the thud it should make when it hits the ground. 

To his surprise, he doesn't hear anything. No thud, no glass shattering, nothing. He doesn't care enough to figure out why, so he shuts the door and goes back into the living room. Donnie mumbles something about getting another drink as he rubs his eyes. When he opens them again, he's taken back by what he finds. 

On the coffee table sits the glass jar. Only now, it's empty. 

[kiwii-11]

them’s the rules!

in which . . . going out for sam’s birthday proves to be a challenge when the man of the hour notices the increasing attention his mate is getting.

or . . . darlin’ gets hit on at the bar and sam decides to take matters into his own hands.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, third person pov, darlin’! reader, darlin’ x sam, sam collins mmmmmmm, werewolf and vampire interactions mmmm, some sexual jokes teehee

“what the hell is this…?” sam groans, staring at the bar in front of them.

“we thought we’d try to make you feel more comfortable for your birthday,” vincent hums, patting his friend’s back with a smile, “let loose, y’know? isn’t this perfect?”

sam glares up at the sign.

“‘the saloon’?” he grumbles, turning his head to his mate.

they grin. “ash’s idea; he said that the beer’s nice and they have that bull-riding thing that they dress up as a horse. you can show me your skills.”

“oh, you’ve seen plenty, i’m sure,” he chuckles, resting a hand on their lower back, “was wonderin’ what the get-ups were about. didn’t even think you’d own a flannel, milo.”

“i bought it for this special occasion, so ya’ better have some fun, sam,” milo sighs, smoothing out the flannel he wore over a t-shirt, “now why’d we have to dress up anyway, ash?”

“hey, it’s the bar rules!” the beta replies, tipping his cowboy hat, “now c’mon, this place gets rowdy after 8pm.”

“i don’t even want to know how much time he spends here.” david mumbles under his breath to his mate.

when they enter the bar, country music sounds in their ears, along with some dimmed lights. sam instantly recognises the song from his childhood, and he links his hand with darlin'. while everyone was dressed in some outlandish cowboy outfits in honour of sam, he thought that his mate was looking particularly good in the boots and bandana around their collar. due to the fact that asher hadn’t bought enough hats, they opted for the lasso instead. sam was going wild and he definitely hates to admit it.

the booth was huge enough for the ten of them, sitting in the corner of the room with menus laid out. asher, lovely and angel were already looking through, planning on ordering mozzarella sticks and nachos. sam sat in between vincent and his mate, watching the pack members talk between each other about who would last longer on the mechanical horse.

“milo’s out; they probably have some height rule for safety reasons.” asher chuckles.

“fuck off, i can ride that thing longer than you.” milo scoffs. he immediately gets embarrassed when sweetheart begins to laugh.

“why don’t we give it a go? i heard there’s some bottle shooting carnival game through there too.” david claims, gesturing to the door across the room.

“i’ll get us some drinks if anyone wants to come,” darlin’ says, scooting out of the both before looking to vincent and lovely, “what were you guys thinking?”

“i’m gonna pick at the bartender’s brain a little, i haven’t had a drink in a while with all the newborns,” vincent claims, helping lovely up from their seat and walking over to the bar, “i’ll order the food too.”

people begin to split off, leaving babe, sweetheart and sam to play pool a few feet away. the game has been played for ten minutes when the trio come back, holding drinks for the rest of the group.

“i just watched asher bite the curb,” darlin’ snorts, handing a duo of drinks to babe and sweetheart, “i think milo’s gonna’ have to do some healing tonight. who’s winning?”

“sam is — i’m telling you, it’s his powers that gives him the upper hand.” sweetheart complains with a short smile, sipping their drink.

“got a crybaby over here, do we?” sam hums with a raised brow as darlin’ hands him an old fashioned. just because it didn’t do anything to vampires didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little fun.

“oh no.” babe mumbles.

“you callin’ me a crybaby, old man?” sweetheart asks with an intense stare, “when i beat your ass in this game, you’re gonna’ need a hearing aid even with all your superpowers.”

“you have a trash-talking problem, you know that?” babe chuckles as they take aim on the pool table.

“you’re not any better! don’t think i forgot about what you said to me during our last tournament!” sweetheart states, poking babe in the side after they take their shot.

lovely sits on a nearby stool as vincent goes to check out the rest of the shaw pack at the mechanical horse. darlin’ sips their drink.

“it’s nice that you planned all this for him.” lovely hums out to the shifter. darlin’ glances at them, furrowed brows. “i heard you ask asher about this place when we got dinner weeks ago. i think it’s very kind of you to go through all this planning for sam.”

darlin’ rubs their cheek, looking back to their mate. “well, i wanted him to enjoy his birthday. i hope he likes the cake.”

“his obsession with pecans needs to be studied.”

“can’t get him away from them.”

a laugh is shared between them before darlin’ notices sam’s eyes on them. they offer a small smile, playing with the buckle of their belt. the vampire trails his gaze along their figure, only stopping when babe nudges him saying it was his turn.

an hour later, the group is back at the booth enjoying their food.

“i can’t believe you got the longest time on the horse.” milo chuckles, looking at angel.

“it damn near threw asher down.” lovely chuckles.

“what can i say?” angel hums with a shrug of their shoulders, “i’m very good at riding—”

“enough.” david grumbles as he holds his glass.

the table bursts in laughter at the comment before darlin’ notices sam’s glass empty.

“i’ll get a refill.” they say, standing up.

“no, i’ll get it, darlin’, you sit.” he says, gently holding their wrist.

“sam, it’s fine. stay here and relax,” they reply, tipping his cowboy hat up and pressing a kiss to his lips, “be back in a sec, baby.”

he smiles as they move towards the bar again. the bar has filled up some more since the start of the night, music getting louder and some people on the dance floor. the bartenders, servers and even the managers were all dressed in the wild wild west theme. babe and angel had gotten a photo with the burly bouncer outside, and one of the servers, catching milo standing alone for only a second, had given him a flirty compliment. sweetheart was at his side in a moment, basically pushing him against the wall and making out with him on the spot to prove their most important point.

darlin' was just hoping that sam was enjoying himself. they saw him laughing along with vincent and david when asher got thrown off the mechanical horse yet again. they watched as sam lost at darts to lovely, angel and milo, yet won in the bottle shooting game between darlin', david, asher and sweetheart. he was smiling, and he was relaxing. that's all they wanted for him.

"can i please get another old fashioned, uh..." darlin' begins, looking back to the table to see milo's drink finished as well, "a sprite, and a lemon-lime bitters? thank you."

"anything for you, pretty flower," the bartender hums lowly, glancing at the shifter with a small smile, "you 'n your lil' group celebratin', huh? someone gettin' married soon?"

darlin' shakes their head, leaning on the bar top as they play with the bandana around their neck. "no, all the weddings are done. it's a birthday."

"ohohoh, that's good to hear," he replies, pouring the drinks for them, "noticed you standin' around here. don't think i'll ever forget a face like yours."

darlin' looks up from their hands to see the bartender already looking back at them. he's studying their face, noticing how they look back to the group and then to him again. sam is laughing along to something that asher is saying. all they need is the drinks and then they can go back.

"look, i'm here with someone—"

"back where i'm from, it's bad luck to leave your partner all alone in a place like this," he claims, accent thick as it cuts through the music, "i could treat ya' real nice, even if it's just for a night."

the shifter was feeling irritated by this point, but for the sake of their mate's birthday celebration, they decide to just deal with it until their drinks are finished. glancing to the dance floor, they try to ignore him.

"hm, not much of a talker, huh? or are you playin' hard to get?" the bartender chuckles, tilting his head.

"i'm guessing dates are real hard for you to get, if this is your game," darlin' mumbles under their breath, loud enough for him to hear, "in the nicest way possible, i am not interested. in any way. ever."

"well, wild flower, we ain't know that for sure, don't go makin' any promises," he says, placing two drinks in front of them to begin the next, "if ya' give me the chance, i could change your mind."

"i don't think you could." they huff, looking away.

"this ain't some trick to get more tips, pretty thing, i do wanna' take you out sometime; i like that spark ya' have, and you're a sight for sore eyes," he states, shrugging his shoulder as he finishes pouring the last one, "i think cowboy looks good on you."

darlin' knew what he was saying; he was not referring to the whole costume they had on. they open their mouth to shut him down when they feel a familiar hand pressed against their lower back.

"thank you. my name's sam, by the way, not 'cowboy'." the vampire presses into darlin's side, giving the bartender a stern glare with a short smile.

the bartender clears his throat, pushing the three glasses to the pair as he looks up to sam. "ah, so it's this cowpoke you're with, is that right?" he hums.

"so you know they're spoken for?" sam questions, raised brow.

"well, when they're lookin' that fine, you're gonna' have to make it known to the whole room, friend."

it sounded like a quick-draw was in about to happen. darlin' couldn't tell if this was really something happening, that the two southerners were speaking off the top of their minds, or if they were quoting a movie or show or game. sam hand slides from their back to their waist, tugging them in closer.

in a swift movement, he takes his hat off his head and places it on top of darlin's, all the while, giving a smug look to the bartender. he takes the three drinks, placing money on the table and telling him to keep the change.

"keep your eyes off what's mine, partner. rules are rules." he warns the bartender as he hands darlin' their drink and escorts them back to the booth.

"thanks, sam," darlin' mutters, stopping for a second and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, "sorry you had to come over and—"

"that' utter nonsense," he says, kissing them deeply once more, "it's never a chore."

darlin' smiles, heart swelling at the gentle and kind man that stood in front of them. they caress his cheek, hugging him closely.

"i'm gonna' treat you so well when we get home, baby." they sigh.

"i know, darlin'." he chuckles.

they go to give him his hat back to complete his costume, but he pushes it back down onto their head.

"ah, keep it on. that bar dog wasn't the only one starin' at ya'," he tells them, eying the servers and other patrons, "let 'em know you're taken."

when they return to the booth, sam hands milo his sprite and sits with darlin' close to him. angel is the first to notice sam's hat laying on darlin's head, and it makes the alpha's mate smile.

"y'know what they say, tank?" they hum with a raised brow.

"huh? about what?" darlin' replies, sam's arm around their shoulders and his thumb tracing against their shirt.

"if you're wearing the hat, you gotta' ride the cowboy—"

"oh my god." sam covers his face, embarrassed.

"what? is that true?" asher gasps, immediately taking babe's hat off of themselves and trying to replace it with theirs.

"doubt sam didn't know that himself." lovely chuckles, nudging their boyfriend, who agrees.

sam groans as conversation breaks out between the table. darlin' laughs along with them, resting their hand on their mate's thigh, making him feel more relaxed. in all honesty, he didn't mind the whole ordeal between the vampires and the shifters. just being able to spend time with all his friends and family was enough to make his birthday special.

the night he spent with darlin' definitely made going to that western bar worth it.

[brucewaynehater101]

Ok ok I love angst as much as the next person and I have been devouring these sad “Tim has to be Bruce for the rest of his life” AU while Bruce dies in Tim’s body… but is there a happy version anywhere, too? Where Bruce realizes how hard Tim works every day, how much he tries to control in a desperate attempt to keep everyone and everything together?

Where they spend a few weeks in each other’s shoes and gain a better understanding of one another and talk it out and when they switch back they’re closer than ever?

Bruce can also find out about the asplenia, the many many many wounds Tim gained and sacrifices Tim made while searching for him, and Bruce can realize as he looks in the mirror that “holy shit, this is a child. This is a child and look what my war has done to him.”

Idk I like happy endings after a bunch of angst 🥺

Mmm... Nothing wrong with wanting happy endings, lmao. I don't prefer hurt no comfort unless I need to feel something, ya know?

Anyways ~ Here's a link to the OG post.

Happy ending!!!

For Tim, he starts to understand why Bruce grows really grumpy some days. He feels the way Bruce's bones ache, how his back twinges and tenses, the crack in his knees, and the way the scars pull along his skin. Some days are more manageable than others. It takes some adjusting, but Tim's able to apply some of the methods he's used (and uses) to find ones that work for Bruce. He takes notes on any patterns so he'll be able to better predict when Bruce might have a bad day.

This helps immensely when they switch. Tim can subtly implement these or get one of the family members to bully Bruce into taking care of himself. The old man may be able to grit through the pain, but he doesn't have to. The family will keep reminding him of it.

Bruce, on the other hand, is surprised by the meticulous upkeep of Tim's body. While they all follow routines to a point in order to maintain their night life, Tim never appeared to follow them. Bruce has seen the teen chug four zesti energy drinks in a row.

But Tim has schedules, allowances, remedies, recoveries, and tries to stay on top of it. He struggles, particularly with eating (he feels nauseous and can forget), but he has tons of reminders.

Tim also has So. Much. Work. Between Titans, Red Robin, WE, and maintaining his relationships with friends and family, he's constantly busy. His monthly planner is a fucking nightmare.

So, after they switch back, Bruce straight up asks how best he can support Tim. Tim is so shocked he ends up staring at Bruce without blinking for five minutes straight.

[starfxkrinc]

https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkrinc/780457650906415104?source=share

and who said you should write a full blurb on reader getting with jj to make fatherfigure!jombee jealous? 🤔🧐🥸

deep down you know you spooked him, the first fuck he can chalk up to a mistake, things just getting out of hand.

but by the third, john b was convinced he had a problem. so he pulled back, and you were right where you started, twiddling your thumbs as he got 5 layers deep into the history of the nth crashed boat.

you needed help, and what better person to ask than his best friend jj maybank.

sitting around with jj all day was different--sailors, and shrimp boats, and hungry teens pulling in to poguelandia for a drink or something to eat. it was more lively, jj gave you more to do as you helped him keep it together. getting a couple extra bucks didn't hurt either.

it was best at the end of the day, when the rush slowed down and the night crept in. all you heard were the little critters and the waves over the soft radio. gave you enough time to really dig for what you wanted to know.

"i just don't get it it. i thought if i forced him to act he'd get over whatever bullshit he's got goin on." you took a drag from the joint jj rolled, feeling your body get looser with each passing second. whatever this was, it was fucking working.

jj makes a noncommittal noise, pushing around the mac n cheese he was eating, "nah, he ain't like that ya gotta..." he waves his hands around as he searches for the right words, "lead his hand, not push it. bird can get a bit spooked, he'll mope, he'll pout all that shit until somethin sparks him up."

you let him take the joint from you as you sprawl on the counter, laying just under his gaze, "well i don't know how to lead. i'm a do or die kinda girl."

"well," jj traces your bottom lip with his thumb before he leans down, pushing the smoke into your lungs. and he doesn't pull back when you exhale, "don't lead. light the fire."

it's stupid. it's petty. it could completely ruin your relationship with john b.

but you do it anyways.

you let jj bend you over right there, where anyone could see him slamming into you on the floor of the shop if they pulled up. and that wasn't even the worst of it, because you dug into the pocket of your shorts, pulled out your phone.

and you called him.

and because it's john b, and it's an odd hour, and he cares about you so much, he picked up on the first ring. just in time to hear.

"yeah you needed that huh?" jj had you pinned to the floor, shorts wrapped around you thighs to keep you tight as he plunged into you.

"ff-yes, god yes i need this" this wasn't even apart of the game, not really. ever since john b shut you out you've been hornier than ever. you could barely focus with the dull throb between your legs and you'd be lying if you said jj wasn't hitting the spot.

his dirty hand clamped around your mouth, just barely muffling your voice to let the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt shine. each loud squelch rang out into the humid air, and you swore you heard a groan come from the phone.

jj must have heard it too, because he slowed down his pace, pulling out until the ridge of his tip caught on the rim of your cunt before dropping his hips. each rough punt pushed soft grunts from your lips, still muffled by his hand but just audible enough

"your cunts just fuckin eating this dick, jesus. somebody broke you in already, who did i? hm?"

oh this was mean. because you both knew the answer, and you could hear the soft smack of skin on the other end stop as if he was holding his breath.

so you play along, shaking your head and letting out a soft, "i can't...i can't say."

he pulls out, making you squeak at the sudden loss but he yanks your bottoms the rest of the way off, letting them dangle off one foot as he shifts you to your side. jj grabs himself by the base, dragging the head through your sticky slit, "either you tell me and i fuck you, or you don't and i leave. pick one."

something tells you he's serious, "you can't tell." a little reprieve, he circles your clit with the spongey head and you shiver.

"i won't. it'll be our little secret."

"it was john b." your voice is almost a whisper, and you hear a sharp intake of breath on the other line.

"who? i can't hear you sugar."

okay jj can be a real asshole.

"i said john b." your a little more forceful, glaring at the shit eating grin on his face.

"one more time."

"fuck you jj it was john b!" that was a dirty game he played, waiting until your voice was loud and clear so his name would drag into a moan, and you could ear one matching on the other line.

jj's grip is strong as he pulls you back onto his dick, stroking your clit with his thumb just to hear your pitch rise, "i don't think he heard you sugar, say his name again."

it was like he cracked you open, until all you could let out were pitiful whimpers and moans of john bs name as you creamed all over his best friends cock. you were frantic and gasping as he made you cum in a pitiful trickle over his fingers.

"stop! stop, enough!"

jj took pity on you pulling out and pushing you on your back as he straddled your face, jerking his dick in rough strokes until he came across your face with a groan.

you're both panting, staring at each other when you hear the line beep.

john b hung up. you both laugh.

if that didn't light a fire you don't know what will.

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Geordi Quotes

geordi come home i swear i’ll treat you better

“Oh. Cute. Hot. There’s a difference. There is a difference, but they’re both. How are they both? That’s not fair, you can’t be both!”

“It’s our bedroom, it’s our bed.”

“Smiling. Pretty smile. Don’t smile at me, that’s not fair.”

“My cutie.”

“It’s not a nickname it’s my full name, yes, it’s from Star Trek, yes, my parents were total nerds hahaha I like the show too, yes, I’m also a total nerd.”

“Nervous? Ya think? That’s a bit of an understatement, hot stranger. “

“Their face goes all soft when they smile.”

“Is this flirting? This feels like mental warfare. It’s kinda hot though.”

“That’s cool. That’s great. That feels good. I like this and I’m having a good time and uhhhh they want my number—”

“Just focus. Just run. Running’s fun, right? Run back to your car. Fast. Very fast. So I can have a panic attack in the comfort of my own home.”

“Have a good day, what am I, a drive thru employee?!”

“I don’t wanna hook up. Well… I mean—“

“Thanks. Oh my god, they kiss me and I say thanks?“

“Fuck they look cute. I love when you look at me like that. That little half smile. Like you can see right through me.”

“I don’t actually know how to play poker. But I sure know how to strip—“

“I’m not normal people. I’m a panicking mess.”

“You give good kisses. Except for that time where you sneezed in the middle of one.”

“I’m dating a crazy person. Oh my god they’re like those people who think they’re really vampires.”

“How did I not know they believe shit like this? They seem so normal!”

“Say… fucking… uh… ‘you asked for it, a whole video devoted to the Rainbow Sponge’!”

“I mean the two of us? Cuddling? Keeping each other warm? It’s scandalous! What’ll the neighbours think? I mean I’m pretty sure I saw your knees the other day, I mean we’re already gonna bring shame to our families at this rate. Oh and fucking on the couch yesterday probably isn’t helping our case either.”

“They come out as a Telepath and my fucking rat brain says ‘oh we don’t get to play video games?’”

“Shut up—! Call me out on it.”

“What are words? Don’t know them never met them. What am I saying? “

“Safe.”

“This is a bad idea— This is a really good idea.”

“I don’t have a chance to refine my thoughts into beautiful prose, you just get monkey-brain going—‘You? Me? We fuck now?’”

“We’re gonna fuck— Yes thank you hindbrain. The evolved parts are trying to be at least vaguely romantic— [moan] Nevermind.”

“Why does that song always get stuck in my head?! God, it’s like a soundtrack to my insanity.”

“But it’s more than that. It’s you. It’s you in here with me. Sharing everything. No walls. I don’t have to have walls with you. I’m safe with you. Finally safe.”

“I love you. I’m glad your smile is back.”

“Hell is real and it’s here in this brain.”

“You make this all feel safe. And honest. I didn’t know it could feel like that again. Until I met you.”

“I can’t fix this, but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I got you. And I’ll hold you as long as you need.”

“Don’t smirk at me like that! But do, cause it’s cute. Rude. But cute.”

“Yeah, I’m all weeetttttt unnhhhh”

“Oh my god. You are a nightmare. My favorite nightmare. “

“Why haven’t we done this before—? Do not encourage them!”

“It’s really fucking hot. It’s also really fucking dangerous! Which is kinda hot… Oh my god why do I like this. “

“Touch me. I don’t care where we are, just touch me, fuck, please.”

“I see how much you struggle with this, and I want you to have peace from all that.”

“I want you to heal.”

“I love you. I loved you then and I love you now. You are worth work and effort.”

“Drinking this really bad bad coffee. [his laugh here brings tears to my eyes] That felt good.”