#anyways it’s 1:30 and i need to put away dinner and do my dishes and get ready for bed my roommates must fucking hate me im like whisper s

[ghostofasecretary]

alright alright alright

today:

call friend + do work

catch up on accounting

fill out inquiry for place 1

call re: package, turns out the holiday means i must call again tomorrow

call re: getting the current med i most need filled

make Venmo requests of people (waiting on housemate 3 to text me back; have now Venmo'd everyone)

launder pillowcases, towels, kitchen towels, etc (load, change, dry, put away)

TYPE STUFF (most recent, last week, the week before, the week before before, ??)

out of the house: pick up meds

make yogurt (laundry needs to be done first)

make pumpkin seed granola?

make a Breakfast Bread!!

make tamarind extract

make rasam + rice for dinner?

make tamarind date chutney

finish The Bluest Eye audiobook

shower (after you leave house)

work on HW at least a little

hang out with mom in the evening--or not, she's busy

lesson plan any? --late start tomorrow, i'll be fine

it would be cool to:

vacuum

knit

catch up on an Autism Spreadsheet, v affirming of life etc

out of the house (leave after you change laundry over because this could run around an hour) (ugh): print off HW. oh wait it's a federal holiday, print tomorrow

i made SO MUCH FOOD today. rasam! rice! yogurt! (putting it in the fridge in 30 so it's technically still going.) granola! candied orange peel! date tamarind chutney, which used the bits of tamarind left over from the tamarind water i made for my rasam!

i got home from my errand around 1:30 and started cooking around 2 and finished dishes at 9. i might've been done an hour earlier but my social plans got cancelled, alas.

i got meds and got myself a little treat before my Baking Extravaganza and started work on my typing backlog, aha!

i couldn't print my homework and as such did not work on it very much. and then my other things got rearranged. but. feeling pretty good about my day. i'm sad about my social thing getting cancelled and my day feels a little lopsided because most of it was baking and cooking and i don't--actually eat the best on those days? i really wish i'd had my salad but i Did Not.

anyways! good work, keep it up

[dollsonmain]

Sitting around. Waiting for it to be time to go to work. Rather be going to work at my regular time and coming home earlier but that's ok I guess. I usually work 5:30-1 on Wednesdays and am working 7-noon instead.

Then have to get dinner started when I get home.

I was going to secretly throw away the old hot dogs this morning but Manager told me to make some yesterday and I was like "I...... Will not....." because they've turned grey, are covered in white spots, and have become sticky.

She tried to blame me for how I will discard the packaging and rewrap the dogs in small bundles, but the hot dogs have been out and open for something like 3 weeks so of course they've gotten nasty.

I usually open the 48 pack, wrap them in bundles of 4 since we use 4 a day, put one on the roller, two in the mini-fridge, and the rest in the freezer. Then I will take a pack out of the freezer every time I put one on the roller which keeps only two packs in the mini fridge at a time, and those two packs are as fresh as they can be since they were frozen until the day before.

They're also low-quality hot dogs to begin with.

So now I have to leave them in there until she gets to them, which will be when? I don't know. There's still expired sandwiches from weeks ago in there.

I hate that she doesn't deal with that stuff faster. Should be a once a day thing, just write down how many of which sandwiches are past date each day, take a photo if she needs a photo, and toss them to get their rotting carcasses out of the fridges where the ingredients are.

At least someone finally took a moment and did all of the dishes that were piling up in the sink. I'm never given the chance.

I also can't wash my hands at work easily right now because the soap dispenser is still busted and can't just take some soap because Manager has allergies.

I mean, I guess I could take a soap for myself to use today while I'm the only one there, but then I'd have to bring it home again and that's a little weird to walk off with all of the soap even though she can't use it anyway??????

???????????

The hand soap refill bottle is ALSO empty...

I think I'll squidge a little of the dish soap into the tiny sample cups and use that for now.

Anyway.

I'm feeling grumpy today. I don't want to go to work. I don't like the unreasonable and illogical requests. She's really pushing me to sell expired food and to work a specific weekend.

There are only two presents under the tree and they're from me for That Guy. I gave Son his already (the laptop, because I didn't want to have to try setting it up Christmas day and have to work anyway), and there are two toys under there that Son and I picked out for ourselves at Black Friday so I feel like there's no point in turning on the tree lights at all, though I did.

That Guy asked if I wanted a new phone and I'm like yeah???? But Son needs one, first. I half wonder if he's waiting for Son to turn 18 so he doesn't feel obligated to do anything for him anymore even though most kids rely on their parents for things like their first car and first phone so they can get jobs. Can't get a job without a car or phone, can't get a car or phone without a job. Same reason I didn't have a job for so long: Didn't have a car and local places weren't hiring.

If Son gets his license he can work at the golf course.

A new year is coming and it doesn't matter.

My son turns 18 this year and I didn't save him. I didn't save either of us.

Start having medical appointments again soon to find out if my parathyroids are cancerous or just stupid and decide my options from there. Likely just going to be surgery so I don't have to try to keep up with meds I may not be able to get a hold of for the rest of my life.

I have a few suspicious lumps in my arms that I should get checked out but I won't because money.

It's not SADD, this Christmas just kind of lightly sucks.

The lottery tickets I picked up don't seem to have won anything so I feel less of The Guilt.

[pepprs]

omg it’s Freaking almost 2am and i didn’t do any homework all day. =_=

[thepiratearcinhamlet]

The ADA definitely had a Clash Royale phase.

Rampo created a private clan for them all.

Dazaai made Kunikida an account, but the man refused to play for a solid week until everyone individually sought him out and explained that he was hurting the clan through inactivity. He was also unanimously labeled the most unproductive person in the clan. Kunikida got all riled up at that and begrudgingly began playing.

Kyouka, Dazai, Rampo, and Kenji are the top four players.

Kenji may need help with city things but is shocking good with games such as this and TikTok.

Fukuzawa is officially on the bottom of the leaderboard because he does not understand smart phones, and Haruno feels bad to kill things so she's also always on the bottom.

The Tanizakis are third and fourth last, not because they don't like games, but Naomi talks dirty when she plays, threatening violence in a suggestive way... guess what happens next...

Atsushi does his best but panics during the last 30 seconds of the game and over uses his available cards.

Yosano has a knack for fishing out guys and constantly "harasses" them with those taunting "emojis" during battles.

Yosano and Rampo are a formidable team with maximum taunting. Do not engage.

Kunikida does the bare minimum requirements every day, plus one extra battle for good measure. He never taunts. He never plays in teams. He usually wins, (thanks to his strategies. The man plays Go with Fukuzawa almost daily-) He never does it at work, only at home after dinner and dishes and before his Notebook Review.

Dazai and Rampo play constantly, and are as formidable a team as Rampo and Yosano, but they taunt /each other/ during games and it often becomes verbal, with Kunikida having to tell them to shut up and put their phones away. (Not that they listen... "DAZAI, IF YOU DON'T DO YOUR PAPERWORK RIGHT NOW I WILL STRANGLE YOU!" "Awwwww, Kunikida is going to wrap his strong, pretty hands around my neck until I die? Fufufu~ not a bad way to go I suppose. If I volunteer, is it still suicide?" " ... WHAT???!!!!!" *cue Rampo snickering and munching on popcorn*)

Kyouka will, and does, beat anyone. Only Dazai and Rampo are 50/50 with her. Kunikida is 40/60 and it irks him but he never voices it. Kyouka knows anyway and internally revels in it. She never taunts either, unless she's playing against Lucy. Or when she accidentally ended up playing against Akutagawa, who 1. didn't know what he was doing and 2. only downloaded it because he heard Dazai and Atsushi did and they play together, and that wasn't fair, maybe Dazai will play with HIM. Needless to say, Kyouka destroyed him.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki - pt. 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Ep. Warnings: fluff, childhood trauma, cursing, Bakugou kinda OOC, DADZAWA

Summary: More Bakugou x reader interaction! And Y/N’s first time training with the students and showing off her “quirk.” How will the students react?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Once you saw the familiar blonde, you smiled. “.....hey back, cutie.” You said with confidence. Bakugou only blushed at the comment and sucked his teeth as he rolled his eyes.

“Soo...you’re my escort?” You flirtatiously asked. You can’t help it, it’s just your personality. Plus, after years of villainous work, you had to learn how to speak with a calm and seductive voice to get your way with your victims.

“Yeah, that means I’m stuck with your dumbass for the next few months. So try to keep up and don’t you dare hold me back.” He ferociously said. You just giggled and went to mess with his unbuttoned shirt collar.

“Whatever you say, Fiesty,” as you examined his clothes, you just had to speak up again. “Whattup with the clothes? No tie, no tuck, no....prestigiousness?” Bakugou scoffed at your question.

“Oh yea? Like you’re one to talk. You completely changed your uniform. You realize the girls in UA don’t dress this-“ you cut him off.

“What? Rebellious?”

“I was gonna say hot.”

“That works too.”

“Suits you real well.”

“Oh, I bet it does,” you smirked. During your time throwing spitfire replies to one another, you realized how close both your faces have gotten. You saw ruby eyes, perfect porcelain skin with the perfect amount of tan, soft but fluffy, spiky, blonde hair, and a smirk that copied your own. As Bakugou was too busy admiring your looks, you gently placed two fingers under his chin.....and flicked his head upwards at the sky.

“Hehe...let’s go, Cutie. You gotta show me my dorm, remember? Cant stand here forever staring at me.” You chuckled to yourself.

“I was not doing any of that shitty woman!” Bakugou yelled. As Bakugou did that, Rumor ran right across him making his balance go all outta wack.

“Heh..yeah, sure.” You said as you walked off with Rumor, petting his head. Oh, this is gonna be fun.

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On the walk to the dorms, you and Bakugou got to know each other quite well. Just the basics though. Favorite music, favorite foods, personality types, likes and dislikes, all that good stuff. You also both shared a little flirtatious banter, not that you minded, however it threw Bakugou off. When the fuck does he ever talk like that? As you both walked up to the entrance you realized something.

“Hey, you never asked me about my quirk. How come?” You asked as you both continued to walk to the doors.

“Don’t need to. I’ll see all I have to see tomorrow during training.” Bakugou said.

“Makes sense.” You replied.

“Of course it does,” He said as he opened the doors to give you a tour. You were in awe. Growing up, you never really had a home before the league. You slept in benches, jail cells, or straight on the ground outside in the rain. But this? Basically luxury to you, but of course you kept up a chill persona.

“This is the common area, kitchens over there, everyone gets their own bathrooms, the showers are that way, and I’ll show you to your dorm,” Bakugou said, giving you the “grand” tour. As you walked up to your room, you saw how already filled it was...but this wasn’t any of your stuff.

“Didn’t realize you were into music like that.” Bakugou said. When you turned to look at your desk, you saw how large it was and how there was a control panel they used at recording studios on it. Set up with it was a microphone that artist used when recording their songs and there was a mini keyboard and acoustic guitar set up on the side. Then it hit you. You had gone over your interest with Mr. Aizawa, guess he filled up the room to make you more comfortable OR to make it seem like you were a normal kid who actually had stuff. In reality, you had nothing but your villain costume (which you demanded to be kept) and Rumor.

“Umm...not really. I just sing a little and enjoy writing little songs. Nothing special really,” you replied to him. “Uh, could you give me a sec? I wanna change out of this uniform and relax a little.” You said to him.

“Yeah, sure. Dinner starts at 6 so be down by then and come meet the rest of the morons.” He said as he backed out the room and walked on to wherever. You began to explore the room. Rumor took comfort on the soft bed, and you looked at the recording area. It was amazing. You strummed the guitar, taking in it’s beautiful sound and dabbled on the keyboard. You then realized.

“Rumor! What am I gonna change in to?! I literally have nothing!” You said as you ran to your closet, astound when you saw the large amount of clothes, along with a little sticky note.

Enjoy the gift, Y/N! Cant wait to have you in class!

- Ms. Midnight

“Midnight, huh? Then these clothes must be hot as fuck!” You excitedly said. Safe to say you put on a little fashion show for yourself and Rumor. As you put on the clothes and made new outfits, you noticed how she had gone for the typical “baddie style.” Lots of ripped jeans, plenty of casual heels, thigh high boots, leather jackets, bomber jackets, crop tops, tube tops, and of course booty shorts. You also noticed the massive amount of jewelry given to you. Plenty of necklaces and anklets. Very pretty.

Once done with your little show, you and Rumor looked at the clock. 5:30.

“I think we should stay in here. Who needs dinner anyways?” Rumor only growled at you. He knew better. You both needed food and you should go down there and make some friends.

“Oh c’mon! We’ve gone days without food before, why not now?” You saw how Rumor gave you this look of ‘because it wasn’t available then’ and you rolled your eyes knowing your friend was right.

“Fineeeeeee,” you reluctantly said as Rumor gave a happy bark and wagged his tail. You changed into some comfortable clothes and went to the common area.

When walking down there, you saw a spikey read head, a tall black haired boy, a girl with long greenish hair, and then you saw Deku, Kaminari, Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugou. While they were talking, the red head took notice of yours and Rumor’s presence.

“Oh! Hey L/N! Rumor! Come join us!” How sweet of him to include Rumor. As you both walked towards a single open seat on a solo couch seat, you saw how everyone had their eyes set on you with a smile.

“Umm....hey.” You nervously let out with a small laugh. As you tried to settle, Rumor placed his head on your lap to calm you down and Bakugou took notice of this.

“Would you idiots stop staring at her like that? She’s obviously kinda nervous.” Bakugou said with his head thrown back on the couch. The red head then spoke up to agree.

“Oh right! Sorry about that L/N!” He said kindly.

“No, it’s no trouble. And you guys can quit the formalities and just call me Y/N. I don’t mind!” You sweetly said.

“Alright then, nice to meet you Y/N! I’m Eijirou Kirishima, this is Hanta Sero, and Tsuyu Asui. I’ve heard you already met these guys, and I’ve also heard you got Bakugou as your escort!” Bakugou growled at Kirishima for mentioning that.

“Yeah! He’s kinda.....bratty?” You teased. Bakugou only looked at you with wide angry eyes and a small blush.

“Ha, yeah. Bakubro can be a brute, but when you get to know the guy, you find out he’s just a big ole softie with rough ways.” He joked.

“I AIN’T SOFT SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou screamed. The group just giggled and watch the interaction go on. You guys talked and laughed and they got to know about you and Rumor a little better. Finally, a girl with a black ponytail came in.

“Hey guys! Dinner’s ready! Oh! And L/N, we made 2 steaks for Rumor. I hope you don’t mind.” She said.

“Oh not at all! Thanks you guys, that was really sweet of you.” Rumor understood what was going on just by the scent in the air and he was excited. As you all walked to the table and took ur seats, everyone got to talking again. Dinner went on and Rumor was enjoying his steaks.

“Man..what a lucky dog. Steak for dinner.” Kirishima spoke. Everyone chuckled and continued on. The girl with the pony tail, who you learned was nicknamed Momo, walked in with a final pot.

“Okay you guys! This is the final dish! Just some Miso soup to peck on. Kaminari, can you go and grab the ladel?” As the blonde walked away, everyone was excited for the dish.

“Sorry guys, the soup is a little too hot. You should wait for it to cool down before digging in,” Momo said apologetically.

“Oh hey, no worries, I have a solution!” You said as you made a tiny little tornado with you air bending and sent it to the pot of soup on the table to cool it down. The massive amount of steam was clearly decreased and everyone thanked you.

“So your quirk is tiny tornadoes?” Bakugou whispered to you as he was the one sitting next to you.

“No, you dummy.” You giggled until you heard a crack. Everyone looked over and saw Kaminari broke the one and only ladel. Everyone booed and sighed at the loss of miso soup and the poor blonde just apologized with a nervous smile.

“It’s fine you guys, we don’t need a ladel. Who wants some miso?” You asked and everyone raised their hands. So, you used your water bending to pick up the soup give some to all your classmates. Everyone was confused but impressed.

“Okay, what the hell is your quirk?” Bakugou asked in confusion.

“You’ll find out soon, Cutie.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He replied back.

It was safe to say the new nickname left you in shock with some blush and you noticed everyone stopped eating to look at you both.

“........huh?!” The group simultaneously said with blank and confused faces as Bakugou yelled at them saying they heard nothing.

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The next day the students met up with Mr. Aizawa wearing any comfortable gym/fighting attire. Instead of meeting at Gym Gamma, the teacher took his students out to the Sports Festival Areana. The students all buzzed with excitement, most only wanting to know the new student’s quirk and fight style.

“Okay, today we’ll be doing sparring matches. We’ve paired you all up based on skill level and experience. One battle at a time. Whoever makes it to the top 3, those students are excused from classes tomorrow. Get warmed up, take your seats, and I’ll call up the first two fighters.” Mr. Aizawa spoke.

The students were ready. Everyone was, but no one was prepared for you. They never saw your fight style, never saw you use your quirk for battle, never even saw you pick a fight. This’ll be interesting.

“Okay bud, since it’s a 1v1, you’re benched.” You spoke to Rumor. He whined at the fact that he wouldn’t be getting any action but nonetheless, listened to his best friend. “Oh don’t give me that sass, why don’t you go talk to Kirishima or Bakugou while I’m in battle. Fair?” Rumor huffed at you, but you took it as compliance.

“Hey, Princess.”

You turned to who called you and saw Bakugou and what appeared to be his little posse following him. It consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, and Mina.

“Oh hey guys. What’s up?” You asked.

“We’re all pumped up to see your quirk! Those tricks you did during dinner last night had us all coming up with ideas on what it could be.” Mina squealed. “I guessed substance manipulation.”

“Telekinesis,” Kirishima said

“Weather powers,” Sero guessed

“Food control!” Kaminari answered. Oh what a piece of work that one is. Everyone looked at the fool with raised brows.

“Heh...guess not.” The goofy boy said with a scratch to his head. You all laughed and you looked towards Bakugou waiting for him to answer.

“Well..what’s your guess, Cutie?” You looked towards Bakugou as he just stared at you.

“Elements,” he said calmly. That shocked you. Who knew someone was gonna guess. Well, he was still wrong considering it wasn’t really a quirk but yeah.

“Just a guess. I’ll figure it out once I see you fight.” He added on.

“Oh yeah! Mr. Aizawa pairs us up based on skill level and experience! We’ll get to know more about how you fight based on your partner.” Mina said.

As the group continued talking, Mr. Aizawa finally came to speak up.

“Okay, listen up. I’m sure you’re all curious as to what L/N is able to do, so our first match we’ll be L/N vs. Todoroki.” Everyone had their jaws drop. Shoto Todoroki?!? He was one of the top students in the class in both intelligence and physical skill. He is an excellent fight with a powerful quirk. How the hell are you supposed to win. You only smirked and walked up to the fighting area. As you walked, a pair of red eyes followed you.

‘What the hell can this chick do?’ Bakugou thought to himself.

As you and Todoroki met in the middle facing each other with Mr. Aizawa in between you both, he spoke up.

“Okay, here are the rules......there are none. The match will begin when you hear the buzzer go off. You’ll hear 3 beeps then a ring, then you can spar. You can use your quirk at any level, do whatever you may please, do whatever it takes to win. The match stops when one of you falls off the square or is knocked out and unable to continue fighting. Understand?” He said while looking at both of you and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. You both nodded your heads but Mr. Aizawa looked at you with a more stern stare.

“Do you understand, Y/N?” He asked once more. You nodded your head and waited for him to start the match. He walked off the field and went to sit with the class. They all stared in anticipation. Bakugou focused his eyes on you.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Ring!

At the first second, Todoroki used his left side to throw some fire your way. At the sight of the burning flames you only smirked and extended your hand. Everyone watched you do, what they thought was, nothing. They only saw you stand there.

“Y/N DO SOMETHING!” Bakugou screamed in fear of you getting hurt.

When the flames came close enough, you used your fire bending to move them around your body and attack Todoroki. The boy had a quick reaction and sent an ice wall towards you. Perfect. You ran to the ice coming your way and turned it into water, which you used to push back Todoroki, closer to the edge. You sent fire his way and he ran at you, dodging it and attempting to strike you. You flipped away from him. Everyone saw how acrobatic you were. When he came closer once more to punch you, you turned to you side and struck his right shoulder, paralyzing his arm.

Todoroki screamed in shock and pain as he realized he couldn’t feel his arm. He sent more fire to you, in which you used your air bending to put the flames out. You used your earth bending to lift the area that Todoroki was standing on into the air, as he flew through the air, you blasted fire from your feet to get up in the air and blasted him with a gust of wind that knocked him out the area of the square. When he fell to the ground, he hit the field instead of the square, meaning he lost. You fell closer to the concrete but used your fire to slow down before you could crash. Once you landed you looked around for Aizawa.

Beeeeeeeepppppp!!

“That’s the match. L/N wins.” You looked around and everyone still sat in shock. Nobody even clapped. They just looked so....impressed? Kaminari was in the middle of petting Rumor and when he stopped, Rumor noticed the match was over and saw you standing. He howled to cheer for you as everyone ran down to say something. As the crowd came up to you, you were hit with compliments.

As the class continued to hype you up, you saw how Bakugou still just stared at you. You walked over to him.

“Impressed?” You asked.

“......you’re good.” Bakugou still said in slight shock. You only laughed at his answer. You knew he thought more, but you weren’t gonna push him. Every one saw Todoroki get up and limp towards you.

“L/N....that was a great fight. You’re incredibly skilled.” He complimented.

“Thank you Todoroki. And please, I told you to call me Y/N.” You kindly said

“Right, of course...ah.” He hissed in pain. You felt bad for how hard you went on him.

“Here..let me just,” you took the moisture in the air and took water out of it. You used it to heal up Todoroki’s injuries and soothe his pain. “Feel better?”

“Very much, yes. Thank you.” He said.

“No problem, but your arm is a different story. I temporarily paralyzed it with my dim mak fighting style. It’ll take some minutes for it to come back fully.” You explained.

“Okay. That was really impressive. I had no idea there was a fighter like you.” He said once again.

“Whats dim mak?” Kirishima asked.

“It’s the fighting style I use. It’s attacks a person’s pressure points with quick and sharp jabs. It paralyzes a person or just a limb for a good hour depending on how hard I hit.” You replied.

“Pressure points?” Kaminari asked.

“They’re the parts in your body where you’re sensitive and can be detained when they’re hit. With that, it means I know the human body like the back of my hand. Thanks to that I’ve come up with a skill called Chi Blocking.” You explained.

“What’s that?” Mina asked.

“Something you’ll all find out about the next time Y/N fights. Until then, let’s have Todoroki get to recovery girl and let’s continue the matches.” Aizawa said. As everyone went to their seat and Aizawa called up Iida and Aoyama, Bakugou asked you a few questions.

“What the fuck was that?!” He asked.

“What?” You giggled.

“The fucking fire, and the wind, and you moved rocks and you turned his ice into water!!” He spasmed out.

“Uh huh...” you said with a smile and raised brow.

“A-and the flips! You flip and did a bunch of acrobatic tricks, and the jabs, the “dim mak,” it was- I was- it was-.......HUH” he exclaimed.

“Not like Bakugou to freak out over a fight like that. What happened to Mr. Cool Guy?” Denki said.

“You shut your mouth, Sparky!” Bakugou threatened. “Look, all I’m tryna ask is..how and when did you learn all of this? Your quirk is crazy OP, and your fighter skill is insane! Appreciate that bullshit cuz I don’t say shit like that often.”

You just laughed and sighed. You weren’t sure how to answer his question. “Umm,” you started “I don’t really know...I just-“ you were cut off by a mouse. Principle Nezu, you remembered him.

“Mr. Aizawa?” The peppy mouse asked.

“Yes?” Aizawa replied.

“May I speak with you? Concerning your new student and her transfers. There’s been a few complications with her paperwork that need to be solved.” He politely asked.

“Yes, I understand sir. Class, free day. Head back to your dorms but be sure to get in an hour and a half of training today. That’ll be all. Dismissed.” The pro said as he followed the principle. As students gathered to leave and head back to the dormitory, Bakugou stopped you.

“Hey, wait. You still gotta tell me how you learned all this, Princess.” He said.

“What’s there to say?” You awkwardly laughed out. “Uh..I discovered my...quirk.. while doing some work-“

“Work as a child?” Bakugou asked.

“Sorta. I discovered it there and then..I met someone who trained me how to fight like that.” You explained.

“Your parents must be really proud.” Bakugou slightly smiled.

“Umm..yeah, I bet they are.” You said kind of skiddish.

“I can imagine the look on their faces when they saw the pretty impressive quirk you got. My parents were pretty shocked too with mine.” He added on.

“Oh really? You can imagine their faces?” You laughed out nervously. ‘I sure can’t,’ you thought to yourself.

“I mean yeah. Parents usually....” you drowned him out. Parents...parents...parents...PARENTS. You snapped.

“Bakugou!” You said with tone. “I don’t have or know my parents....” you said as he stopped talking and dropped his jaw to the ground. Before he could say anything, you bit your lips, called Rumor to go, and left, leaving Bakugou in regret.

As you ran with slight tears in your eyes, you told Rumor to change into a giant wolf. He shifted and you hopped on him.

“Let’s go to the spot, Rumor.” You said as he took off.

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When Rumor arrived at ‘The Spot’ you settled. The spot was beautiful. Tall trees, beautiful plants, plenty of adorable creatures, and a gorgeous pond right in the middle of it all. You layed against a tree as Rumor placed you down so you could stop your tears and he transformed back into his wolf-dog form and cuddled up against you.

“No parents...” you said aloud. Although sad you never really got to experience or meet your parents or what it’s like to have them or a family, you were conflicted. Yes it was sad not having parents or a family, but you never had one so it’s hard to tell how you feel about the topic. As the thoughts ran through your mind, your eyes glowed a bright white and when you opened them, you weren’t at the spot anymore.

“Hello....?” You said as you looked around. “Helloooo...?? Anyone there?”

“Welcome back to the spirit world, Y/N.” When you turned to your side, you were in awe.

“Avatar Korra!” You bowed to show respect but then went to hug your spiritual mentor. She embraced you with wide arms. She’s always been the friendly, open, optimistic type. “What am I doing here, Korra?”

“Why do you think you’re here, Y/N?” She said with a sly smile and hands on her hips, but beaming eyes.

“My parents?” You questioned but she only shook her head.

“Your path.” Korra stated.

“My path?” You asked.

“Yes. Or more so, the path you choose.” She corrected.

“I don’t understand.” You said.

As Korra continued to smile at you, you both stood still as the world shifted. You looked around and saw the LOV hideout.

“The league? I don’t understand, what does my path have to do with them?” You questioned, but before she said anything, the world shifted once more and you were infront of UA’s building.

“The school?....Oh, this isn’t some typa light and dark thing, is it?” You asked Korra.

“It is.” She replied back.

“Ugghhhh, we’ve been through this. I’m a bad person. I could never fit in with those goodie two shoes! I’m a member of the league of villains! Not heroes. My path is the darkness.” You stated.

“Is it? You weren’t born into darkness.” Korra said.

“What?....”

“Y/N, you’re not a bad person. Your a villain because of survival. That’s the life that you know. That’s the life that you were kidnapped into.” Korra began.

“Yeah but-“

“But nothing. You know in your heart you would much rather be a hero than some low life villain!” Korra exclaimed.

“No I couldn’t. They’re too good. I could never be that great. Hell, I’m on a plan to take down UA right now!” You said.

“And are you doing that because you want to? Or is it because you think the league is gonna torture you any less if you succeed......you don’t wanna take down the heroes. You wanna be like them.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I can’t!”

“But you can. You can be all these amazing things, but you’re just on the wrong path with the wrong people. All you have to do is make the choice to leave them. You want to be good, Y/N. It’s in your nature. You’re the avatar after all. It’s your destiny to bring peace to the world.”

Once Korra had said that, a flash came and you were back in the spot. You gasped as you returned and shook your head. You saw it had gotten dark now and figured it was best if you headed back. You woke up Rumor and asked him to become a giant wolf again. He shifted and brought you back to UA. Along the walk, you couldn’t help but think back to what Korra said.

“My path......light or dark...” you looked down at your palms and squeezed them shut in frustration. You huffed and looked ahead, and saw you arrived at the front of the dorms. Standing there, waiting for you, Mr. Aizawa.

“Welcome back.” He said to you.

“Hi...” you blankly said as you attempted to get past him. However, he stopped you from going in.

“Not so fast, we need to speak first before anything else.” He stated

“What about? Because I’ve had a really long and kinda frustrating day, and I don’t need some bullshit to fuck it up even more. I mean, I’m so aggravated that I-“ a piece of paper dangling in your face shut you up.

“What are those?” You asked the hero.

“Adoption papers. I’m now your legal guardian.” Aizawa stated.

“.........HUHHHHH?!?!???” There was no way this was happening. It couldn’t be. You??? Adopted??? By a pro hero??? One that you almost killed???

“Okay, I’m sorry but I don’t need a guardian. I’ve been by myself, on my own, the second I was born. No family raised me, no motherly figure, no nothing. It’s just been me, the spirits, and the villain who took care of me till I was, what, 5? And then kicked me out and left me stranded. I’ve been surviving on my own for over a decade, I don’t need you to look out for me.” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t be an annoying parent, I’m just your legal guardian. You’re still underage, meaning you’ll need permission for certain things to continue to move forward.” He explained to you. You thought about it, and damn it, he was right. If you wanted to go about this whole thing the legal way, you’d need this.

“.....Fine. Just don’t tell me what to do dAD,” you sarcastically said.

“I’m your guardian and teacher now, I can tell you whatever I want, brat. Now get inside, you’re past curfew.” He said but you only squinted your eyes at him in disbelief. Did he really give you a curfew?

“Student curfew. You live in the dorms, all students have to be in this building by 10:30,” he explained. You just scoffed and went inside with Rumor.

“Guess I have a dad now, Rumor.” You sighed. You never had a father before. It warmed your heart a little, but then you remembered he wasn’t really your dad. Just a guardian. As you walked into the common area, you saw the lights were out. The students must’ve been in their dorms. You walked to the kitchen to grab a snack before heading to bed but you saw Bakugou sitting there with a water bottle in hand. He seemed kinda bummed out. You cleared your voice to get his attention and when he looked up at you, you told Rumor to head to the room.

“Y-Y/N! Hey!..” he said to you.

“Heh..hi Bakugou...Umm..I’m sorry about the whole..running away thing. I just needed to clear my head a little.” You said as you took the seat next to him.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m.....i-.....I’m sorry for pushing you about the whole parent thing. I didn’t know.” He apologized. You only shook your head and stared at your hands before speaking up.

“It’s fine. How could you know? After all, I’ve only been here for 2 days. Besides, you didn’t really upset me, it’s just..I feel kinda outta place when the parent topic comes up. Guess I just freaked out,” you saw the look on his face. Disappointment. Is he that upset that hurt you? Or at least thought he did? “B-but don’t worry! I’m fine! For real! I’ve been parent-less for almost my entire life so it doesn’t sting like that. Hehe..wow Umm. Depressing. You know I feel like I’m rambling, am I rambling? Should I stop? I think I should shut up, or maybe I’m just gonna go now that I-“ Bakugou placed his hand on yours which shut you up real quick. You looked up at his face as he stared into your eyes.

“You can talk to me about it you know. It’s clear you wanna get some things off your chest and I’m really interested in you.” You raised your brow at that last sentence. He realized what he said and quickly tried to correct himself.

“I mean- uh- not like that, or um it could be like that! It could be, if you’re cool with that. But it’s not, or maybe, i don’t know, it’s not it’s, I was, it was, I- yeah I’m gonna stop talking now.” He cleared his throat at the end of that, settling down. You giggled and reassured him.

“No, no it’s fine. I really don’t mind. Umm, what do you wanna know. I’m fine with sharing anything.” You said.

“Okay, let’s just continue with this parent topic then....how were you raised?” He asked. This scared you. You had to be real careful with your choice of words or else your cover would be blown.

“Okay, let’s see. I was born in a place-“

“Oh really?” He teased.

“Shuddup,” you laughed and playfully hit his shoulder.

“And that place was..very private. Very unknown, but my parents Umm, i don’t really know what happened to them. The earliest thing I can remember is that..someone found me and told me my parents were gone, they weren’t my real family, they just took me in because they couldn’t let a baby die, and raised me till I was 5.” You said.

“And then?” He asked.

“You sure? It just goes down hill from here.” You warned. But he only nodded and asked for you to continue. You looked at your hands in your lap before continuing.

“I was kicked out. Left on the streets. I slept on park benches, in alleyway tunnels, on rooftops of buildings. I pawned for food and..” you didn’t know if you should admit the next part. But Bakugou held onto your hand and asked for more.

“And then?” He questioned.

“.....I did what I had to do to survive. I committed crimes, but I had to live. I was just a child and didn’t know what to do. If you look at me any different for what I did though, I won’t judge you.” You said. He squeezed your hand almost as if he was telling you he understood. He nodded and pleaded for more.

“After 2 years on the streets, a cult found me. An evil and dark cult. They used their quirks to torture people they kidnapped and made them slaves to create weapons. They kept us in cells and chains, working 24/7. It was there that I learned of my abilities. I found out I could control the 4 elements and their sub-elements. There, I also met a master. He was old and couldn’t fight anymore, but he saw the potential in me and taught me dim mak in the shadows. After a year of being enslaved there and secretly training, these people (the LOV) came in and killed the cult members and stole some of their weapons and destroyed the rest. Once I saw them taking down those horrible people, I used my abilities and they saw. I guess I impressed them and they recruited me to join their little family. I’ve been with them ever since. But then I met Mr. Aizawa and he asked me to join UA. Since the group I joined wasn’t really family, I didn’t need their permission. They were more like friends and they were even the ones who pushed me to come here.” You finished up your little story and saw Bakugou looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“And now I’m here! Sitting in a dim kitchen at UA with a cute boy at 11:00 p.m.” you said trying to cheer up the mood. “Bakugou...”

“You’re not..affected? By everything you’ve been through?”

“You don’t have to feel bad!”

“But I do! You’re here! You’re not...”

“Dead?” You teased.

“Basically!” You laughed at that.

“Y/N, I’m serious!” Bakugou tried to say.

“And so am I! You don’t have to be upset. I value everything I went through, all the good and bad.” You explained.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because it made me the kickass baddie that I am today!” You said flipping your hair and laughing. “Seriously though! Everything I went through made me who I am. It’s made me stronger, more independent. It lets me know I can handle myself. So I’m good, you don’t have to worry.” You said grabbing onto his hand again and reassuring him. He used his thumb to rub at your hand and enjoy the feeling.

“You are...probably the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He said calmly with a small SMALL smile on his face as he looked at you.

“I’ll also bet that I’m also the only “criminal” that you look like you wanna kiss.” You playfully said.

“Maybe I do...” he said with a smirk and soft voice as he leaned in closer.

“And maybe I’ll let you..” you said as you leaned in. As you two got closer and closer, your eyes filled with daze and the world around you two fell apart. It was just you and him in that moment. Until it was ruined. Just as your lips were about to touch, Mr. Aizawa came in.

“Hey!” He shouted

“GAH!” You both screamed and jumped away from each other with a blush adoring both your faces. Aizawa walked up to both of you, shoving the adoption papers in bakugou’s face.

“No smooching with my newly adopted daughter!” He said with a stern voice.

“I’m not your daughter! You’re just my guardian and it only happened like a few hours ago!” You stated.

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t kiss, old man.” Bakugou said.

“Listen you little punk! I outta...” then Bakugou and your teacher were now going at it, yelling over each other and saying whatever, completely leaving you outta the conversation. You let out a little gust of wind to shut them up and get their attention.

“Okay, it’s late, tomorrow is Saturday, so you two won’t have to see each other, MAYBE, for 2 days. Can we just let this whole thing cool over?” You asked.

“We can, I’m just annoyed at the fact that this dynamite stick was gonna steal my daughter away from me!” Aizawa complained.

“I wasn’t stealing her, I was-“

“STOLEEEEEEE” Aizawa corrected and Bakugou just sucked his teeth and looked around.

“Whatever, can we just let it go?” You asked again. They nodded and you all went your separate way. Except for the fact that once Aizawa was outta sight, Bakugou went running right back to you and walked you to your dorm.

“Sooo..about that kiss.” Bakugou said. You just giggled and opened the door to your room.

“Goodnight, Bakugou,” you said but as you were about to walk in, he said something else.

“Katsuki.”

“Huh?” You said looking back at him.

“Katsuki. It’s my name. You can call me Katsuki.” He explained.

“Wow, trust me that much?” You teased.

“You trusted me enough to open up, this is the least I could do.” He said. You smiled and corrected yourself.

“Okay then...goodnight, Katsuki.” You said smiling. He pulled you in by your waists and held you close as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, Princess.” He said and walked off.

A/N: Ok Cubs! That was the second part and in here we got to see the spirit world! We’re intorduced to Avatar Korra and we’ve discovered Y/N is the present avatar! How do we feel about this? Good? Bad? Let me know!!! I hope your enjoying the story so far. I know it’s kinda weird and all outta disorder but this is my personal day dream that I wanna bring to life that I’m hoping some of you enjoy. It’s just a jumble of avatar elements with a BNHA/MHA base. Please be patient with me! I know this is a Bakugou x Reader fic but it is also a story. It’s gonna grow and build and once we establish the basics, more Bakugou x Reader issues will show up along the way! I hope you’ve liked it so far! See you next time! 💗🧸

[dazaiscrimes]

On that fluff prompt list do 50 with Megumi 😂

You got it, dude.

Prompt:  “I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: just pure fluff, maybe some ~spice~ at the end, crack

12 hours.

You just had 3 back-to-back 12-hour grueling shifts in the emergency department. There had been a patient who had decided that shampoo bottles belonged up their butt, there was one woman who accidentally cut off her toe, and to top it off, one of the other residents had messed up another patient’s files and you had to fix it.

To say you were ready to get home would be an understatement.

You drive home in a daze, desperately trying to keep yourself alert. After blasting screamo music and an uneventful car ride, you finally make it back to your shared apartment with Megumi. You glanced at your phone – 8pm. Megumi should have dinner ready by now. Your boyfriend was a stoic one, but was caring, nevertheless. He understood your dream of becoming a doctor and what that entailed. He did everything he could to try to help around the house and even took over most of the household chores on top of his responsibilities as a sorcerer.

“Hey, Gumi,” you tiredly sigh as you open the door. You were greeted with the smell of strong spices, signaling he made your favorite, curry.

“Hey Y/N, how was your shift this today?” You hear him call from down the hall. The sounds of him shuffling around had you giggling a little bit. He always seemed a little flustered whenever you came home from work.

You continued down the hall, turning left into the kitchen. Your jaw dropped to the ground. Before you, Megumi was wearing the “I Kissed the Chef” apron you had bought him as joke for his birthday last year.

Before you could even say a word about it, Megumi used his long legs to stride across the kitchen to give you a kiss to make you quiet.

“Shh, it was the only thing we had clean to cook curry in,” he groans into your kiss.

“I didn’t say I was complaining,” winking at him as he pulled away. “This looks absolutely perfect. How did you know today was a long one?”

“Just did,” he winks back. After a few more minutes of playful banter, you were feeling more at ease. You helped him set the table and proceeded to eat your dinner. Every bite helped relax you and by the time you were done eating, you had practically passed out at the table. Megumi gently tapped you awake to move you from the table to your shared bedroom. You didn’t even have the energy to clean the dishes tonight.

Megumi helped you undress, eyes not roaming from his task. He put you in your favorite set of pj’s and pulled down the covers while you brushed your teeth. As you climbed into bed, you let out a scream, startling Megumi.

“Huh? Are you okay?” He asked, hurrying over to your side in a blind panic.

“I have my licensing exam in 2 days! I haven’t studied for it at all!” you panicked. Your breathing had picked up and you started to hyperventilate. “I only have 1 day of actual studying I can do! Megumi, I need to go study right now!”

Megumi started to rub your back gently, already knowing that even if you did try to stay awake, he would have to move you back into the bedroom after 10 minutes. “Y/N, everything will be fine. You can study all day tomorrow. You are exhausted. You won’t be able to do your best if you aren’t rested. How about we go to bed for now and I can wake you when I get up in the morning to work out, hm?”

“But –”

“Nope, go to sleep. I will wake you in the morning. Love you, goodnight.” He pushes you down further into your pillow with little resistance. He moves across the room to climb into his side of bed, softly pulling you into him to cuddle. Your body was no longer putting up a fight and you passed out within 3 minutes of him pulling you close.

Around 5am, Megumi fulfilled his promise and woke you up from your slumber. You had around 8 hours of sleep and were feeling well enough rested to start studying. This would be easy, no problem.

There was most definitely a problem.

While you were trying to stare at your computer with intensity, you did not consider that Megumi was going to be working out in the living room. Shirtless. You could not keep your gaze off of him; you watched his strong back muscles flex every time he lifted the weights. He was doing upper body today and he was unknowingly giving you a show.

Focus, Y/N, focus. You have to become a doctor, stop looking at the sweat falling down his jaw in the most delicious way possible. BAD ME, you kept thinking over and over again. The words on your computer were starting to blur together and you’ve read this same line 15 times. You already knew the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell, why was it going to be on a licensing exam anyways? You peaked up again.

Oh god. It had already been an hour and Megumi was killing your soul. He had stripped down to just his compression shorts due to the humidity and now his thighs were on full display. You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips. All you wanted was a taste, just a small one. You could study later, right? You needed your boyfriend and every delectable part of him. Megumi had (finally) felt a pair of eyes on his back and turned around.

“Hm? You need something, Y/N?”

You wished you could die from embarrassment. How was he oblivious to his appeal? Did he not understand that he was a literal god walking on this earth? You had to get yourself together. No more distractions.

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow,” you accidentally shout at him.

“Ehhh? What do you mean? I’m just working out,” Megumi questioned you.

“You are shirtless, Gumi and I am not strong enough to just watch. Please leave.”

Megumi looked at you blankly for a few seconds before a mischievous grin took its place. “Well, that just won’t do. Maybe if you finish studying or need to take a break in the next 30 minutes, I may be able to give you what you want.”

Before you knew it, he had walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. You soon had the power of Lightning McQueen on your side. Speed, faster than faster, quicker than quick. I am speed. There was just no way you were going to be able to study now. You soon followed your boyfriend into the bathroom, and he fulfilled another unspoken promise.

[whats-wild-to-you]

ALL IN (Jay Park fiction)

[Chapter 1]

Back To The Roots

Min Ah

It's been a month since I moved to Korea. Everything was foreign, the food inedible and my social life practically nonexistent. It was work - sleep, work - sleep. Every day.

"I hate it here!" I spat into the phone, chewing on my last bite of toast, washing it down with some coffee.

My sister on the other end chuckled. "You'll get used to it."

"There's nothing I wanna get used to here, Ji Hyun!"

"It'll get better", she doubled down which infuriated me even more.

"You're not helping!"

"What do you want me to say? Pack your bags and come home?"

The thought had crossed my mind. Several times, actually. But I wasn't a quitter. Ji Hyun knew that too.

"You know I can't do that!"

"Then give it time! It'll get better, I promise."

With a heavy sigh I agreed before hanging up. Peeking at the clock, I knew I had exactly 30 minutes left to get to work and I was almost certain I would end up being late. Again. Not that anyone cared if I was late. Half the staff didn't even know I existed and the other half thought my name was Hye Jin."

When I exited the elevator and walked the corridor down towards my office, there was someone who stood in front of the locked door.

"Can I help you?"

"Are you Ms. Song?"

"Yes..?"

"Well, first of all, you're late. We need to talk."

I apologized, unlocking the door and allowing the older male to go in first. "Please, sit."

"You don't know who I am, do you?"

Again, it was my turn to apologize. "I've only been here for a month. There are so many people employed here, I'm afraid it'll take me some time to learn all of the names."

"Don't bother! The only people you need to know by name are the CEO and myself. I'm Lee Chang Wook."

"Nice to finally meet you." I had actually heard a lot about this man. He was a living legend around here.

"I've heard a lot about you, Ms. Song."

"Umm.."

"You were a hotshot lawyer in Los Angeles, your clientele consisted of movie stars and your monthly salary was six figures, I believe. You were regularly invited to the most exclusive parties in Hollywood, too. So why are you here, doing subpar work?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I mean, there must be a reason why you left that glamorous life behind."

"Not really, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"So, there's no one after you?"

"Not that I know." I said, unable to stifle a laugh.

"Then I have an offer for you. One of our high profile clients requested an additional lawyer and I recommended you."

"High profile, you say?"

"The firm recently started working with him. I can't disclose any details if you don't accept first."

I leaned back in my seat. High profile usually meant more work. And more money, too.

But what if it was some crooked politician?

"Can I answer you tomorrow?"

"Of course. Come find me in my office. And Ms. Song?"

"Yes?"

"Don't be late again."

"I won't, Mr. Lee."

The day flew by fast and by 7pm I put all files away, grabbed my bag and left the office. Like every day, I stopped at the same restaurant on my way home and took dinner to go. It was usually a noodle dish of some sort.

Back at home, I switched from office attire to comfy home wear and had dinner in front of the tv. I was bored out of my mind but didn't have the guts to get dolled up and go out for dinner and drinks alone. After all, I knew no one in Seoul. I had to admit, all co-workers were nice and polite but no one ever asked me to join them on their daily after-work outings.

"So? What do you say? Should I accept?"

"I mean, why not?"

"I don't know who that client is though."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. Not really."

"Then do it! Say yes!"

"Hmm. I'll probably accept, yes."

I yawned audibly into the phone, which made Ji Hyun laugh.

"You're getting old! What time is it over there, anyway? It's only 10pm, isn't it?"

"Walking around Seoul all day is exhausting!"

"Might wanna consider buying a car."

"Hmmm."

"Alright. Good night sis. And keep me posted on the mystery client."

"Will do. Love you. Good night."

[szivtalan]

otp questions for endhawks.........will u kick me if i'm greedy and say ALL OF THE NUMBERS

I WILL NOT but this might take a while tho!!!!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

hawks is more physically affectionate - he'll link their arms together, cuddle to enji's side in public, climb in his lap when they're home, hold his hand, initiate kisses more. but it's enji that people notice sending fond looks for his boyfriend so many times it becomes embarrassing - tabloids will have a whole article on endeavor's "heart eyes" ("my eyes are not hearts" enji frowns at the magazine in hawks' hands, who just shrugs and grins "seems like they are for me") so i would say, deep down the big man's a softie too

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

enji/hawks. unless enji has a nightmare, because in that case, hawks is more than happy to be his lil jetpack.

3. Most common argument?

ah they fight about the most useless things but one of my favorites that must come up often is enji thinking that hawks deserves better than him, and hawks insisting that he's everything he ever wanted.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

kicking villain ass and family dinners. hawks likes to eat, and enji likes to eat with his loved ones all in one place. he wonders why hawks gets along so well with his children, and then he realizes - he forgot (again) how insanely young hawks is, and that he's merely a few years older than his youngest son, too. ngl natsuo glares daggers at his old man for having a boyfriend half his age ahahaha

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

given that enji could swing hawks around like a yo-yo, i think it's him ADJGSGH

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

hawks likes everything about enji. he's really into his body, but also his dry sarcasm, his occasional goofy jokes, and most of all, his heart. hawks will watch enji kneel down to a couple of children at a battlefield, his own face and hands dripping with blood, grunt out "are you alright, kiddos? come here, i'll get you somewhere safe" and see him do exactly that, scoop the kids up in his arms and carry them on shaking legs that could barely keep himself up, and then he will see him let his eldest burn the world, his second eldest scream at his face, his youngest treat him like dirt and know that he still cares so deeply for them, know that he loves them and wants the best for them and if the best is torment their father until he dies or worse, he'll let them without so much as a complaint.

enji, on the other hand, loves how easily hawks can lift the mood. he's learned to see through facades, and he'll call him out if he senses that it's hurting hawks to put on a mask, but hawks joking around and mouthing off makes our atlas feel like the weight of the world is a little lighter that day. he loves him for how driven he is, how graceful and hard-working and focused he seems in a fight, and thinks about how those traits were most important to him in the past but now he can see hawks use them to create a world where they can rest, and he realizes... that's not so bad an idea after all.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

enji speeds up the process of divorcing his wife lol. also he becomes more nervous around hawks, because shit, he likes him too, but he shouldn't be liked, why does hawks even like him? when hawks learns that enji likes him too, he gets shamelessly flirty. he doesn't make a move, of course - enji is still a married man, but he'll laugh at his nervousness, play with his own hair for enji's viewing pleasure and send suggestive winks his way like the damn tease he is.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

enji calling hawks birdie is pretty obvious. hawks alternates every petname imaginable for enji when he learns that he's never been called one (he figures it out when he jokingly calls him darling once and enji blushes to the roots of his hair), his favorite is "sweetheart" and "baby". enji also calls hawks his angel, but only when he's being very soft for him

9. Who worries the most?

i mean..... both? enji tends to worry more for hawks' safety and hawks worries more for the crushing guilt enji lives with.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

hawks - claims he does, but the truth is, he says a different thing each time and enji's happy to try new things as long as hawks will beam at him proudly after ordering

11. Who tops?

depends. they both do. enji topped more at the beginning because hawks was really into it and he was kinda insecure about asking for anything else, but hawks once offered and found out that he has a delicious bottom bitch on his hands.

12. Who initiates kisses?

hawks. height difference doesn't really matter when you have wings to fly up to your boyfriend's face and kiss him stupid

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

enji does. he wants to feel that hawks is by his side all the time, safe and sound.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

again, enji. his kisses get desperate, his hands rough. his temperature goes up despite his will and he just wants hawks to melt against him

15. Who wakes up first?

enji does! he's used to working out in the early morning before going to work

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

hawks does!! deep down he's still a rebellious lazy teen and whenever he has a day off, he likes to sleep until 12. he swears he considers breaking up with enji the first time the man wakes him up at 6 to ask if he wants to come work out with him

17. Who says I love you first?

surprisingly, enji does. hawks is way too protective of his own feelings to let them flow out so soon, but enji is desperate, he wants hawks by his side for ever, and the first time he says it is the first time he realizes it's true. they're out eating dinner one day, and enji watches hawks chew around the food in his mouth, downing chicken like his life depended on it, and he watches the last rays of sunlight hit his golden hair, his golden eye, paint his wings blood red, and he knows he hasn't seen anything more perfect than that sight. he tells him he loves him, and hawks laughs so much he almost chokes on food. "pretty fucked up to tell me that while i'm deepthroating yakitori" he tells him, giggling

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

hawks!!! it usually says cheesy things like "good luck at work, endeavor-san!" or "don't forget to eat ur vegetables!" when there are zero vegetables in the lunches hawks packs for him

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

i mean hawks doesn't have much connection to his family, or has many friends, but enji is kind of pressed to tell his family all about his relationship since, you know. the news would reach them sooner or later anyway

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

mirko is THRILLED that hawks is dating endeavor. the todoroki family, i mean.... shoto is confused, natsuo is mad, fuyumi and rei are both supportive and say they both want the best for enji. but mostly they just all think that he's really. Really young lol

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

hawks!!! he likes to dance around the kitchen while enji is cooking or doing the dishes, and sometimes manages to seduce enji into his arms too.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

hawks is a better cook, but he never tells enji about that. he just lets him suffer and teach himself how to cook because it's so much fun

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

hawks, but he says nothing he would ever say can beat enji calling him his angel. that's the cheesiest it can get, and it's also only because of his wings, like shut up enji omg that's so embarrassing

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

hawks gets bored on important meetings. then he looks over to enji in a suit and gets horny. one of his favorite hobbies is watching enji squirm and struggle to keep it together after he's stroked his thigh under the table and whispered filth in his ear

25. Who needs more assurance?

enji does. he really, honestly thinks he doesn't deserve the love hawks has for him.

26. What would be their theme song?

my dude every song on ur playlist could be but this one in particular takes the cake for real

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

in an au where enji's kids are still kids instead of grown adults, hawks would definitely read to them (sometimes legit tales, sometimes just colored-up and censored versions of their dad's missions) and cuddle them to sleep while he hums to them softly. in a non-au, enji catches him with shoto sleeping all wrapped up in his arms and wings, right after comforting him when he had a nightmare, trying to keep awake but slowly dozing off holding enji's youngest, most precious son, and enji kind of falls in love a lot more.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

text, call, videochat. hawks makes a show of wearing some of enji's clothes, but really, you can't keep these assholes away from each other.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

enji will never think he deserves to have hawks by his side

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

hawks will never grow tired of showing enji how much he deserves him.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Love Lockdown - Part 5

Back to December - Part 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: In the December prior to the pandemic, you spend Christmas with Chris in Boston, a first time meeting between you and his extended family. You struggle with implications of seriousness this milestone has on your relationship with Chris.

Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop, Profanity, healthy dose of Fluff, sprinkle of Sexual suggestiveness

Notes: So much was really working against me getting this up for y’all lol, but nothing worth having comes easy, right? Anyways, tried some new stuff I learned in some articles I read, more showing, less telling. Allusions and metaphors. We’ll see how it comes across. Christmas in October anyone? Read the previous part here!

The ding DONG of the doorbell echoes so exaggeratedly, it had to have been your imagination. No, I’m really here now. With your blood pumping loudly in your ears, you stare straight ahead at the barrier to entry,  and seemingly to your happy future. 

A Christmas-covered front door shouldn’t cause you this much stress, but here you were, feeling mocked by smiling snowmen and delicate, origami snowflakes. 

You try to focus instead on one of the many thoughts flurrying your mind.

What if they hate me? Valid question, but sooo not the vibe right now. You go for another.

What if I hate THEM? Nice. None of these thoughts are stilling your rapidly beating heart.

“Ow! Loosen up the vice grip, will ya?”

“Oh,” you look down at where yours and Chris’ glove-clad hands are joined, releasing them almost instantly. “I’m sor—“

“It’s alright, babe,” Chris chuckles. As if you could muster a strength close enough to hurt this man. He’s sure not to let your hand get too far, taking it back into his and bringing it up to his rosy lips for a chaste kiss. 

You wish you could feel it, the warmth of his lips on your knuckles, but that would mean braving the Boston blitz without a piece of your knit armour. You’re not sure you’re ready for that. You’re also not sure how he does it. He’s wearing significantly less layers than you, yet he’s perfectly content as if it’s a Summer’s day, while you are, quite literally, quaking in your boots.

He notices your shivering shoulders, knows it’s not just the cold getting to you. With his right hand in your left, and his left hand wrapped around a gift, he nudges you with his words. 

“Hey,” he starts, but sees the opulent wreath on the door still has your attention. “Hey you,” he tries again. You finally look up at him. You lock your widened eyes with his ocean calm ones as he scans your face. Your brows could almost touch with how deeply furrowed you have them and your lips are fixed in a tight line.

“Typically it takes a lot to get my girl all nervous and whatnot,” he states, but you knew it was more of a question of what's up with you.

“Yeah, well… I’m not nervous, Chris.”

“Really? Cos the bruise on my hand would say otherwise,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him trying not to laugh. “Even if I was nervous, which I’m not, could you blame me? This is a lot. This is big. This... This is your family.” Your features soften and voice drops in volume. “I don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“Impossible.”

“You sure? Think I already did by taking this long,” you mumbled. You look away, unable to hold Chris' intense gaze anymore. Being in front of his childhood home, for the first time since you’ve started dating over 2 years ago, you can’t help but feel… guilty. 

No use in taking the conversation there at this moment. Especially knowing that lately it led to some sort of shouting match. The ‘I can’t’s’ and ‘next time’s’ didn’t suffice anymore. 

Chris only responds with a sigh as he rings the doorbell for the second time. He looks back over to you, a snowflake floating then landing on your lash. You’re unaware of how whimsical you look to him. How well you’re going to fit in with his family and friends. 

He takes his thumb to brush the snowflake off and cup your cheek. Watching as you swallow thickly, Chris moves his thumb to your throat to massage away the lump you try to move on your own. You relax into his touch, and he flicks his eyes down to your gently smiling lips then back up to your eyes. You know what he’s silently asking. Placing your hand on his wrist was your silent answer. He leans in slowly, and you wish you could stay like this, just for a little while longer. But all good things...

“Uncle Chris!” a youthful voice exclaims as the door swings open. Chris swiftly removes his suggestive hand from your neck and himself from your personal space. He prays there’s some mistletoe hanging inside.

“Hey Kiddo!” Chris huffs out as he picks the child up, replacing her spot on the floor with the present in his hand. She goes to wrap her small arms around his neck as he asks her, “Did you grow since just last night?”

“No!” She giggles as he pinches her cheeks. “I missed you Uncle Chris! You weren’t here when we woke up,” his niece pouts. You look at Chris to see him with matching puppy dog eyes and poked out lip. 

“Oh, Kiddo, I’m sorry. I--”

“It’s ok,” she cut him off, causing you to chuckle at her brashness, “I saved the gift from you and your special friend to open last!”

“Well, speaking of...” Chris pulls you in closer to him by your hand, “This is her! I went to get her from the airport,” he beams down at you. The little cutie in Chris’ arm has turned more shy when speaking to you as you exchange names and a quaint handshake. 

In a not-so-quiet whisper, she tells Chris, “She’s really pretty. Good job,” with an added thumbs-up and shoulder pat. You can’t fight your giggle and the heat that rises to your face, and Chris can’t fight the laughter that erupts from himself.

Chris is joined in a chorus of laughter, the foyer now filled with Evans’ of all ages, tickled by one of their youngest and no doubt happy that Chris is home… and brought company. This is it… you think.

It’d been a long while since you’d ‘met the family’, having not made it that far with the relationships leading up to this one with Chris. You wonder if it’s like riding a bike, or if you should’ve read an article on how to during your last minute flight.

In the crowd of smiling Evans’, you spot Chris’ mom and brother. You’ve met them on numerous occasions, all in L.A., and know them pretty well. However, everyone else you knew from a picture, a story or would be meeting for the first time this afternoon. There was going to be a lot of meeting, greeting, questioning, explaining… 

You steel yourself for the day ahead. Chris looks at you and gives you a reassuring smile and squeeze on your hand. You reciprocate, tension releasing only the slightest as you look at his sunny face, your reminder of why this must go well.

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The first couple hours you were sure would be the hardest. It was a time of first impressions, and you only get one of those. Tasked with making the rounds to about 30 or so aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws, childhood this and that, Chris wanted to make sure you met every. Single. Body. And as soon possible.

“That way, we get you comfortable faster!” He rejoiced. Chris’ excitement was always infectious so you try to let wash over and enthuse you. 

You lost count of how many times you fake laughed at ‘Chris has finally brought you home! We were starting to think you weren’t real!’. But with Chris by your side, the worn out joke was just bearable. He found new ways to respond each time, no doubt to at least keep you entertained. ‘Who do you owe money, then?’ or ‘When you find a treasure, you try to keep it to yourself as long as possible *wink*’ or ‘She’s not even here… she’s a hallucination’ never failed to make you laugh or make your cheeks burn.

It’s actually really endearing to know that there was some anticipation for your arrival. Unbeknownst to you, Chris had been hyping you up to his family. Telling them your accomplishments and aspirations in your writing career, which apparently impressed them. He told them your hobbies and other passions that sparked conversations about their own, and prompted advice on your life trajectory. 

All in all, breaking the ice was more delightful than you thought it would be, and hoped that by sticking by Chris’ side the rest of the day would go in that way. But the universe had other plans.

At one point, you get whisked away to the kitchen by Chris’ mom, Lisa, under the guise of needing help with some dishes for dinner. You quickly realize that it's a set-up of sorts, with most of the women of the Evans family gathered around the island putting finishing touches on their dishes and slyly sipping spiked eggnog. These are the people who you feel you have to impress.

Their chatter and laughter came to a halt as they eyed you cautiously crossing the kitchen to the spot Lisa designated you. It was only a matter of time before the interrogation began.

“So… we’ll cut straight to the chase: why is it we’re just now meeting you? You’ve been with our Chris how long now?”

“Vicky!” Lisa smacks her arm warningly. “Have you no filter? You’ll scare the poor girl off before dinner!”

Chris has told you about his infamous Aunt Vicky. “A true cream puff; soft and sweet… once you get past the tough outside,” you remember him telling you.

“It’s fine,” you start, not willing to cower from the inquiry, “Chris and I have been together 2-½ years— 3 in June. And we’ve been happily taking things slow.”

“Good on you for taking things slow. Most women would— and do— jump at the chance to lock down our Chris. But not you, you’re a woman with her own sense of self. We like that,” you’re affirmed with a wink.

Whew.

“You are as pretty as our kid spy said; thought she was exaggerating.”

“Um thank you…?”

“She’s pretty, but can she cook?”

“Carole!” Lisa warns another woman and apologizes to you with her eyes. Chris also told you about his aunt Carole, Vicky’s ‘side kick’. The two of them made for a dubious duo.

“Yeah, what’s Chris’ favorite dish of yours?” Aunt Vicky prodded.

“I can cook, but not that often for Chris,” you respond, to which you’re met with crickets and cock-headed looks. You add, “He’s out of town a lot, and when he is in town, he’s the one doing the showing and proving of why I should stay with him,” you joke (kind of), and to your relief, they find it funny.

“Oooo I like her!” Vicky and Carole say in unison, causing the kitchen of women to laugh. You really did try to keep your expectations low for this visit, not necessarily wanting to seek Chris’ extended family’s acceptance, but you can’t help the relief you feel in this moment.

The next couple hours pass of helping out with dinner dishes and dessert, giggling over glasses of cocktails and family stories. You’d narrowly avoided questions about marriage and babies, but that’s to be expected. For the first time today, you’re able to forget your worries and your boyfriend and actually enjoy yourself. Speaking of...

“Hey you,” Chris is waiting by your seat that’s next to his which he pulls out for you when you arrive at it. An early Christmas dinner is about to be served, and you and Chris are reunited at the table for the first time in hours. “Missed you,” he says with a kiss on your temple. “Can’t wait to hear about your day,” he adds. But there wasn’t much talking between you two throughout the meal, though. 

No, the Evans’ family theatrics don’t allow for it. All of them talk with complete genuineness, laugh with their entire beings, opine with their whole chests, and you see where Chris gets it from. Turning to your boyfriend, you find him smiling and laughing along with the rest of the table, looking full of warmth and love. Completed by his family. Your heart gets a little heavier thinking about how he doesn’t have these moments as often as he’d like. In part by his job, yes, but a small part of you feels like you may also have something to do with that. A thought that pains you to wade in too long.

After dinner you try to help with the dishes, packing away leftovers and to-go plates. You don’t get too far, instead get shooed out of the kitchen by the elders, being told to ‘spend the rest of the evening with your man’. You oblige, realizing you barely talked to each other since earlier in the day. In your quick scan of the house, you couldn’t find him, so you shoot him a text.

Some of the kids and teenagers were gathered around some games in the den. Their antics and wittiness remind you of your nieces. They happily let you join in, and at one point, you acquired a little one on your lap as your game partner. The two of you bond over beating her cousins in these games as you school them in a few rounds of Uno, Connect Four, and Jenga. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you smile as you check it.

“Oooooo is it from Uncle Chris?” she cheekily asks as you get up, setting her on your spot on the floor.

“They’re probably gonna go make out under the mistletoe,” one of the older kids teased. The room of adolescents erupt into a fit of giggles and chorus of ‘ews’

“Are you two gonna get married?” the little cutie randomly asks you. “I heard my Grandma and Aunts talking about it!”

“Oh, wow, um… I gotta, I’ll see you all later.” With that you dash out of the room, as symphony ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G…’ fading behind you.

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The sky was shades of baby blues, pinks, purples and oranges. It’s a beautiful backdrop to the snow and ice kissed tree branches and lawns. The road had been freshly salted and freed of winter obstacles making it easier to stroll along as you and Chris often did after a meal.

It’s even more beautiful than he said, you think to yourself. For a second you wonder why you were ever hesitant to come here. There was no real reason, yet you used a million excuses. But this time around, you finally ran out.

Not that you weren’t tired of your fear. That was it. The real reason… was fear.

You look down at your boots, the ones you dust off just one week a year now. Striding beside them are a larger, more expensive pair; they too only see the snow on rare occasions. Your eyes follow up the long legs they belong to, taking in the nice slacks and chunky cable knit sweater under a heavy, well-made piece of outerwear. Your eyes finally land on the face of the man in the fine threads. 

Looking at Chris right now, you’ve never seen him fit in so perfectly somewhere. But why wouldn’t he on the roads he cut his teeth on. He could make you forget every fear and every doubt you’ve ever had. Hell, he could make you forget your name on a good day. And on those days, you didn’t know what to do with all of that, what to make of it. But it’s the most wonderful time of the year, so 

“Come here,” you say just above a whisper, tugging on Chris’ hand causing him to turn to you. You bring your hands to his broad shoulders, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles there. You languidly drag your right hand over to his chest as you notice a red stain on the light colored knit. “My love…” you humoredly drag out as you tap on the food stain.

“I know, I know. My mother already beat you to the scolding,” he chuckles.

“You’d think by this age you’d have learned to be more careful.”

“Hmm, now what fun would that be…” his sultry tone didn’t go unnoticed by you. Your eyes on his tailored, dinner party clothes, hoping to find a relief for your emotions somewhere between the stitches. You never know where to begin with your feelings. Surely it would be to start with the easy stuff, but it all seems hard. 

You rub your hands on his chest, not quite meeting his eyes. “What’s up? Whatcha thinking about?” Chris asks with a lopsided grin, resting his hands on either side of your waist. You smile at him nervously. Before you could say anything, there’s a gust of sharp, cold wind. You clutch on to Chris’ sweater, burying your face in his chest seeking refuge and warmth.

“M’thinking about how you got me out in this damn cold! You know my southern bones can’t take it,” your whines muffled by his sweater. He chuckles at your antics.

Chris slowly drags his large palms up from your waist, and this just ensures that there are goosebumps on your skin under your layers if the wind hasn't done so already. He rests one hand on your shoulder pulling you apart just enough for you to look into his hazy blue eyes. His other hand continues it’s trek until it’s rested on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw. “I know of a way to get you warm…”

“Was this part of your plan?”

“Mmmm… maybe…” Chris leans in close, surely to kiss you, but you have other plans.

“How’s it feel to be back home?” you inquired with faux aloofness, slipping out of his hold and continuing your walk towards his mother’s home.

Chris hesitates for a second, wondering if you really just swerved a kiss from him. He clears his throat, “Uh… yeah it’s great! There’s nothing like family, I know you can agree to that. Even if they are loud… and crazy,” to which you both chuckle. “So…” he starts as he wraps his arms around your middle causing you both to waddle up the front lawn. “How do you feel? Not so bad, was it?”

“No! Far from it! I really, really love your family Chris,” you say as you crane your neck to look at him briefly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Although, I strongly disagree with some of their choices in best music of all time, but I’ll learn to get over that. I got over it with you,”

Chris spins you around in his arms, hands firmly on your waist. “I don’t care what you say; Joel is the best music Billy of ALL TIME!”

“Yeah, ok.” you retort with an eye roll to his amusement.

“I’m glad you had a good time babe. They’ve been hounding me to meet you for a while now. I’m happy we made it happen.”

The words are right there on your lips. I’m sorry it took so long. I’m sorry I acted silly. I’m sorry I was scared to take the next step. But what if I’m not ready? What if we get it wrong? Your throat is dry, as it often is when it’s time to bare a little of your soul. At least Chris always has something to say.

“I can’t wait for you to see me this nervous when I meet your family…” You don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. Chris looks into your eyes expectantly, lovingly. His features are soft and tender, and you think it’s the most beautiful sight on a man, on this man. Your man.

Chris looks at your lips then at your eyes. There goes that silent question again. You’ve never been one to give Chris what he wants when he wants it. He’ll never admit, but it’s one of the things he loves most about you. So, in true you-fashion, you make a run for it.

He’s baffled, but doesn’t waste much time in playing into your little game. You’re laughing hysterically as you look over your shoulder to see him bounding after you on the front lawn. You high tail it around the side of his childhood home, kind of hoping he catches you. Not even you, as stubborn as you are, would want to be running forever.

Chris walks into the backyard cautiously, but not cautiously enough as he’s met with a snowball in the temple. And your maniacal laughter.

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Chris sneers as he scoops up the most perfectly compacted snowball.

“Oh shit!” You slowly make for the backdoor, walking up the deck stairs backwards, hands up in surrender “C’mon babe, you don’t have to do this,” you plead.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Cos all I wanted was an innocent, sweet kiss.”

“I’ll give you a kiss! Just put the snowball down.”

“It’s too late, sweetheart.” The look in his eyes is sending butterflies straight to your heat. As much as you wouldn’t mind ‘losing’ this game, there’s too much at stake.

“Think of my hair!” You whine to appeal to his better nature. That gave Chris pause, but only for a moment.

“It’s in braids; you’ll be ok.” When Chris takes a step towards you, you take a step back, but instead of eating snow as you anticipate, you slip on a patch of ice and fall flat on your ass.

Chris is quick to race over to your side. “Babe! Are you ok?” he’s slightly panicked as he lifts your torso in his arms, checking your eyes for consciousness.

“Got the wind knocked out of me, but I’m fine, yeah,” you say through a dry laugh.

“Oh, thank god.” He says with a sigh of relief and a wide smile. You smile back at him as he strokes your cheek and says, “Now I won’t feel bad about this.”

“Wha—“ You see white as your face freezes over. Chris is dying of laughter as you sputter the snowball out of your mouth. 

“Ha ha ha. Keep laughing... you won’t get that kiss you’re wanting so bad.” He immediately stops laughing, deflates, and pouts, causing you to giggle. “Oh my goodness! Is it that serious?” you teased him a little further. Chris was done playing, though. He stood up and folded his thick arms over his chest to show you he was serious.

You stood up too, and began to tap and poke at his shoulders, chest and stomach. Chris wouldn’t look at you, trying his best to stand firm and not smile. “Look up, dummy!” you say eventually. He acts as if he’s doing you a favor, but can’t hide his giddiness at the sight on the ceiling.

A leafy green plant, with a cluster of red inedible berries, secured with a red ribbon.

You take his face into your hands, lightly grazing your fingers over Chris’ full, trimmed beard. The world is out of focus as you and Chris are now eye to eye. Neither of you can hide your eagerness. You rub your thumb over his plump bottom lip and wonder why you would ever deny yourself this man.

Pulling him into you, the gap is closed between your mouths. The kiss is gentle, shy even, after first. It dawns on you that you’d only shared a quick peck at the airport, and before then, had gone a couple weeks missing each other’s touch.

The neediness and desire within you is heightened at the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You start to get lost in him, in his warm taste and touch. You feel the yearning in Chris too. He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to himself. His hands start to travel to places you desperately want them to be, but he catches himself, remembering where you are.

“Let’s go say our goodbyes,” he says through an out-of-breath smirk. You bite your bottom lip and reply with a quick nod of your head. 

The pair of you head inside to make your last rounds for the evening. Chris keeps it pretty brief with everyone, the both of you promising to see them again sometime soon in the new year. Early Spring seems to work for most everyone; the kids will be on spring break, Chris will be home before jetting off for a press tour, and you’ll have settled in to your new writing job, that isn’t exactly your dream gig, but a step in… a direction.

As you got into Chris’ car to head for his Boston home, waving to his family as you backed out the driveway, none of you could predict or prepare yourselves for the very different, sordid world that waits in the months ahead. How drastically it would change on grand and small scales.

You look adoringly at Chris from your spot in the passenger seat, unaware the beginning of your relationship’s treacherous slope was just a few days away. Had you known, you wouldn’t have left that kiss so soon, would’ve cherished his heated embrace a little more later tonight.

But it’s already been written.

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What’d you think?

[sorryimanon]

A Bit Stir Crazy: Pt 1

Summary: You’re bit of a hot head, so is Bakugou. So what happens when the two of you have to quarantine together for 30 days?

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, sexual tension, inevitable smut, slow burn.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

Spring finally makes it way to the city of Musutafu, which also means spring break is about to commence. There was only two days left of school before the students endure a week break of relaxation and the possibility of illegal drinking. However, the sudden outbreak of a deadly virus isolates you and your best friend of five years , Katsuki Bakugou, to quarantine together. Tensions are high, and so are both of your sex drive.

<<<

It was your second semester here at Hero University, and so far everything was smooth sailing. You’ve been on top of each of your classes, and most of your classmates are pretty much family by now. Of course, no one can replace Kirishima and Katsuki. Those two have been in your life since the second you stepped into Aziwa’s classroom. 5 years of friendship gave them the role of being your protective brothers. Every guy you’ve dated over the past 3 years had to face the wrath of both Kirishima and Katsuki. In most cases, some would find this possessiveness tedious, but you found it quite comforting knowing they are looking out for you. They were also hard on you and your studies, but only because they care for you. Both of them know about your dream of being a combat medic for pro-heroes, considering your energy restoration quirk, so they were extra tough on you.

However, everything came to a halt the day before spring break. You were currently in Advanced Hero History class when the announcement happened. The teacher, mid lecture, put her textbook down and glanced at the speaker above the door.

“Testing...1 2 3... this thing is working right? AHEM, attention students of Hero University, we’ve been told there’s recently been a sudden outbreak of a virus that’s described as deadly as the plaque!” The speakers voice reverberated across the whole academy. He continued,” We want to make sure that everyone is safe and sound and takes precaution of this virus. The board of admissions at HU have decided to cancel classes and all events at the university tomorrow-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of the announcement. Everyone in the classroom was busy celebrating and screaming at the top of their lungs. Seems like the issue with the deadly virus evaporated immediately. The thought of getting out early for spring break was more important apparently.

Ms.Leech informed the class to still read the assigned chapters and be ready for a test the first day after break.

You quickly shoved everything your messenger bag and made a beeline to the door. The hallways were far from deserted. Usually classes don’t get out at the same time, but today every student occupied the cramped halls in the building.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled amidst the crowd of loud students. You overtly looked around and spotted the all too familiar spiky red hair and angry looking blonde by the exit. You giggled and maneuvered your way over to them.

“Did you hear the announcement! We get an early spring break!” Kirishima giddily said as you guys all walked side by side on the strip to the apartment complex.

“No shit Sherlock, the announcement was broadcasted across the whole school.” Bakugou responded while rolling his eyes.

“I’m so excited though! That means I have more time to study for my exams!” You jumped with excitement.

“Exams? That’s not for awhile you fucking nerd-” Bakugou was cut off when you grabbed a handful of his hair and aggressively pulled it. “YOU SHITTY WOMAN DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!”

-

Spring break flashed by quickly, leaving only a day left before classes begin again. Thankfully, you seem to have checked everything off your list of things  needed to be accomplished during break. The only thing you had left to do was finish your reading for adv.hero history. 

After an endless hour of reading, you decided to make a hot pot of coffee. When you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment with Kirishima and Katsuki, you noticed a sticky note hanging from the fridge.

It read, 

Went to go pick up Kirishima from the airport. Get take out plz. The usual

-B.

You smiled and immediately dialed the noodle shop to go. Kirishima used his spring break wisely and went to visit an exotic island with his family. He would FaceTime you and Bakugo occasionally telling funny stories about his time on the island. Although the thought never occurred at the time, you now felt like you wasted your spring break doing boring mundane things. Yes you had Katsuki to accompany you, but he was gone most of the time hanging out with his other friends. Which hurt, granted, but you understand that he has other friends besides you. Needless to say, you didn’t do that much “relaxation” during spring break.

Suddenly, your phone started going off on the countertop. Katsuki’s name flashing on the screen. Confused, you answered his call anyway, not thinking much of it.

“Y/N turn on the news now,” His said with urgency.

You didn’t argue back, knowing something is off, and raced to the living room. The tv was already on, so you just changed the channels till it reached the local news station. With the volume at its maximum, you sat still and listened to the news anchor.

“This just in, Japan has issued a nationwide lockdown due to the spread of the deadly virus. We’ve been told to report for all citizens to please stay in your homes till further notice. And as for anyone who has left the country, you’ll be permitted to stay within the country you’ve flown to and wait till further instructions...”

Oh shit

-

“Hey hey guys don’t worry I’ll be fine. I mean, isn’t this great news! We don’t have to go to our scheduled classes till further notice! Plus, I think I can score my shot with the maid here at my hotel for the time being,” Kirishima gloated with pure positivity.

“Baka. You do realize there’s a fucking virus going around right? Not to mention there’s a possibility you could die from it.” Bakugou said, trying to throw some common sense at Kiri.

“Right right right. Yes I do know...but that’s not going to stop me from getting laid bro.”

That was one of the few FaceTime calls you got from Kiri. After the third, he stopped calling all together. You grew worrisome for your best friend. Even though he doesn’t show it, Bakugou was worried sick not hearing from Kiri either.

It’s been 5 days since the initial lockdown. So far, you and Bakugou have been doing each of your usual routines at home. First thing in the morning you always prepared breakfast and read a few chapters from your current book. Bakugo did laundry duty and did the dishes after breakfast. Afternoon was just recreational duties. Both you and Bakugou would reside in your rooms doing whatever to ease off the bordem. Evenings were mainly for eating dinner and watching movies.

However, after 10 days, you couldn’t keep up with the routine anymore. You skipped breakfast and didn’t dare to open up another book. Your bedroom became a reminder on how much you’ve spent cooped up in there. Not to mention how easily angered you’ve become.

One day you got angry at how Bakugou was chewing his food. Usually it never irritated you, but now the sight just made your blood boil.

“Who the fuck taught you how to eat?” You spat abruptly.

“Says the person who forgets to clean the tub after they shave their whole entire jungle of a body,” he retored back.

A faint gasp left your mouth, uaware that you completely forgot to clean the tub last night after your feminine duties.

“Don’t know who you’re trying to look presentable for. It’s not like you got a boyfriend, not with all that hair, tch.” he hit you with one last punch to the gut.

You got up from where you were sitting at and begrudgingly walked to your bedroom, locking it in the process. Not daring to leave your room, you open your laptop and started a movie without Bakugou.

-

Out of all days, day 15 by far was the worst. The air conditioner unit stopped working, causing y’all to wake up with drenched bodies. Your room especially was humid, since you had no access to a window. The colored coordinated folders from your book bag had to suffice, using them as makeshift fans. Eventually your arms grew tired of constantly doing the same motion repeatedly, so you finally left your room in hopes for the living room to be much cooler.

You stopped immediately when you caught a glimpse of Bakugou slumped on the L-shaped couch. Not to mention, he was shirtless as well. Heat flushed to your cheeks, making you glow a crimson red. You couldn’t stop staring at the view in front of you. Yes you’ve seen Bakugou shirtless before. Countless of times in fact. The boys would practically walk naked around the apartment, not caring about how you’d react. You were deemed as one of the guys.

But this time it triggered something within you. Something you haven’t quite felt in a long time. Maybe it was the quarantine getting to your head, but you couldn’t help but to wonder how it would feel to be flushed against his naked chest right now. Or if he was the type to snake his hands around your waist and pull you even closer. The thought excited you for a second, but quickly realized this was Katsuki you were thinking about.

Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his spot, eliciting a whimper during the process. The noise alone made your lower stomach tense with a warm sensation. This was creepy. Watching Bakugou shirtless while sleeping would surly make him go ballistic, but the sight of sweat glistening on his abdomen made his abs more prominent. An image of you being underneath him kept flashing in your head like picture show. A crude and undeniably satisfying picture show. More explicit thoughts kept trying to barge into your brain. So, you ran back into your room and planted yourself headfirst on the floor. Hopefully these thoughts will go away by tomorrow

The thoughts never went away. In fact, they were the reason you didn’t get any sleep last night. A half naked Bakugou Katsuki kept interrupting your innocent dreams, filling them in with dirty scenarios involving the both of you. You knew you were fucked once you heard the faint sound of Katsukis footsteps in the kitchen. You’ve been up all night, with no pure dream in mind. There’s no saving your sleep schedule now. Maybe if you apologize to Katsuki for acting irrational the other day, the thoughts would go away.

Defeated, you got up from your comfortable bed and treaded into unsafe territory. There sat Bakugo, criss cross on the kitchen island eating cereal. It wasn’t an unusual sight, he was the embodiment of a fucking cat.

“Morning shit head,” you playfully teased.

Bakugou raised his head and looked expectingly at you.

Even just looking him dead in the eye raised the temperature throughout your body. This is going to be a nightmare.

“You alright Y/N? Your whole face is flushed...” He paused, eyeing you suspiciously. “You’re not sick are you? If so, I’m kicking you out. I don’t wanna fucking die because of you”.

How charming.

You scratched the back of your neck. “Uh no Katsuki, I just wanted to apologize for the other day. My behavior towards you was unacceptable. This whole quarantine thing has really made me-”

“Shut up. No need to apologize for some stupid quarrel we got into. Besides, we’ve gotten into worse arguments right?” 

You nodded your head, agreeing to how truthful his statement was. It was true. 5 years of friendship and not one time have you guys stopped being friends because of a heated argument. 

“Exactly, don’t sweat about it. I’m just glad you finally came out of your hole. I missed my movie buddy.” He gave you a lopsided grin, to which on cue, your stomach tied itself into a knot.

“Great, because I found a movie last night on my queue that I think you’d like” You beamed as you started making yourself a bowl cereal. Katsuki grunted as a response and leaped off from the island. 

You were too busy focusing on making the cereal that you didn’t hear the faint thump of footsteps behind you. Then, almost as some sort of harsh punishment, Katsuki rested his head between your right shoulder blade. He hummed once he felt your body tense up. His lips were merely inches away from your outer ear. Any other movement from him and you wouldn’t hesitate to throw the gallon of milk at his head. But what he said next caused your whole face to turn pallid. 

“Also, its kind of rude to watch someone sleeping don't cha think?” he whispered before throwing his bowl into the sink beside you. 

At that moment you knew, you were completely fucked. 

[fu-aki]

So this is going to be my attempt to summarize the newest chapter (chapter 4, part 1) of twisted wonderland.

Again, spoiler alert since I’m about to write out everything that happened, and I apologize for my grammar in advance.

This time in your dream, you saw Jafar on his way to get the magic lamp-> woke up -> the ghosts are talking about the winter holiday -> it’s a holiday where all students go back home and celebrate the holiday with their family -> ghosts asked about Grim’s family -> Grim said he don’t have that many memories of it, he only remember being by himself and hungry, it was really cold and he think he was waiting for someone -> Grim didn’t care about it that much since it’s all in the past, he would rather be focused on future -> ghosts were touched and said he can celebrate the holiday with them -> in class -> Crewel said even if it is holiday you shouldn’t forget about homework -> end of class -> everyone went back to their dorm to pack for going back home using the mirrors -> you decide to go to the mirrors too to ask Crowley if cafeteria is closing for holiday or what ->

And you saw this -> Crowley said that he’s going to a southern island for vacation to find clues to help you go back home -> Grim ask Crowley to bring him and you along if he’s actually searching for clues -> Crowley thought it would ruin his vacation it could be a dangerous situation so he’ll be going alone -> besides he have a more important mission for you that could affect this entire school -> which is feed the fire fairies that runs this school’s heating system with firewood -> since the ghost that was working on it went back home -> he also gives you a smartphone just in case if you need to contact him -> later you, Ace, Deuce exchanged numbers just in case -> Ruggie showed up with giant bags of food -> he bought all the almost expired food from cafeteria, he also mentioned that he almost does this everytime there’s a break -> Ace ask if he can even finish all these food before it expires -> Ruggie “what do you mean if I can finish it, this amount of food are gonna be gone in seconds with all those brats next door. besides, I need to at least let my grandma eat till she’s full in holiday time. Oh shoot the frozen food are gonna melt, bye.” -> Jack showed up with a bunch of cactus -> Ace asked if he’s opening a flower shop or what -> Jack said it’s just his hobby and he can’t just leave it here to die -> Jack “enough about me, where Ruggie senpai lives has a lot of poor families. They shares food among the weaks, that is how a hyena lives.” -> Leona “huh, just the thought of eating with a bunch of other kids gives me chills, just one was already annoying enough.” -> Jack asked if Leona is actually going home since Leona did not bring any sort of luggage -> Leona said all he need is his wallet and phone, he has a lot of clothes at home anyway -> then both him and Jack left -> Cater and Trey showed up too -> Cater ask Trey if he can go to his house since Cater’s sisters will definitely work him out a lot -> Trey said that he doesn’t mind -> but he’s going to make Cater work anyway since his family have a bakery and winter is the buziest time for them -> Riddle showed up too looking a little complicated because of his relationship with his mother -> Floyd suddenly popped up and ask if Riddle wants to stay with him and Jade Azul in school -> Jade explains since they lives in the northern part of the ocean, so they can’t go back because surface is frozen around this time, they’ll go back in spring break when it’s warmer -> Riddle, Trey, and Cater then left ->

the twin said if you want you are welcome to go to octavinelle and play with them.

Later, in cafeteria -> you were feeding the fire fairies and Grim heard something from kitchen -> you both went to check it out -> it was Jamil, cooking with the Scarabia students -> Jamil recognize you from back in magic shift event, he then introduced himself and mentioned that he’s good at remember people’s faces and names -> he also mentioned that you’ve been pretty eye catching ever since the beginning of the year, basically everyone knows you by now -> then he asked why were you in cafeteria -> Grim said it’s because Crowley ask us to feed the fairies -> Jamil (under his breath) “the principal... maybe I could use that.” -> Jamil invites you to eat with them -> you asked why are they still staying in school when it’s the winter holiday? -> one student said it’s because of their dorm leader suddenly -> Jamil cuts him off saying it’s a long story and the dishes are gonna get cold ->

he asked you one more time that you will be going to the party right? -> you agreed -> Jamil “I’m glad I could invite you, now, let’s all head to Scarabia.” -> in Scarabia -> Jamil started the party and both you and Grim starts eating -> Kalim showed up -> Kalim “...why is it so noisy in here?” ->

Kalim “what is this, Jamil. I didn’t heard anything about a guest! Didn’t I tell you to report to me if you are inviting a guest!”

Kalim “if you did I could’ve made the music even better you know~~! Well it’s nice to meet you, sorry that I couldn’t make a parade for you.” -> Jamil “it’s not the first time you met them, remember Grim burned your butt in the opening ceremony and we talked again before magic shift?” -> Kalim “is it? Haha sorry sorry I’m pretty bad at names and faces.” -> party started -> Kalim said you are welcome to come over any days of winter holiday since all Scarabia students will be here to study -> he then said the reason of it is Scarabia students was the lowest ranking in both finals and magic shift event, so the students volunteered to have study sessions during this break -> then he mentioned maybe it’s better to just let the students enjoy the break and decide to announce the news of letting the students go home in dinner time -> then he decided to show you around Scarabia dorm -> Grim was surprised by how expansive the place looks -> Kalim said it might because of his father giving night raven college some money to make the dorm look prettier -> Grim ask if he’s some sort of prince since he have this much money -> Kalim “Asim family is not the Royal family, so I’m not a prince, but some of my families are royals.” -> Grim asks if he lives in a giant mansion with many servants -> Kalim said they only have around 100 servants, it sounds a lot but Kalim do have more than 30 younger siblings, so it’s hard to function without many servants -> you arrived at the storeroom

Kalim said everything in this storeroom was given by his dad before he moved to night raven college -> then he went around looking for something -> a magic carpet popped up

Kalim ask you for a ride together -> “it’ll be fine, do you trust me*?”

in sky -> Kalim “it’s so nice to fly in sky. All the worries just don’t seems like they exist anymore. Jamil always tell me I’m so careless all the time but. I just hope, he can live a little more carelessly and happly as well...” -> later, back in Scarabia -> Jamil saw you and Kalim and told Kalim there’s something that he needs to confirm with Kalim ->

later in dinner ->

Kalim said the training wasn’t enough so the study hours are increased -> after the training, all the students are complaining and Jamil is worried too -> Jamil said the reason why Kalim is behaving like that might because he felt responsible for the Scarabia’s low ranking, and his emotions had been really unstable, that is something Jamil haven’t seen despite being with him so long, now he always says reckless stuffs like that, if this keeps going on then the students will definitely gets upset, there’s no way he can handle it by himself -> Jamil “that’s right...! You are just like an unpolished gemstone! You are the amazing student that helped to solve the problems in so many dorms, so please, help Scarabia too.” -> Grim “it’s kind of hard on us with that high of an expectation.” ->

Jamil “please... you will help us right?” -> you agreed -> Jamil was really glad and suggest you to stay in Scarabia as a guest

In a room -> Grim asked why did you agree to that -> you said when you realized it you had already agreed -> Grim commented on you being too nice of a person and suggest to just sneak away at night so you don’t have to deal with this -> you did but then was found out by other students -> they put you back in your room and tell you to not run away, or Kalim will get really upset -> and then they locked the door -> you tried to call Crowley with the phone you got from him -> Crowley’s phone was off -> you decided to call Ace and Deuce next

And then the story ends

*: technically it’s just “trust me” but it’s a reference to Aladdin ask Jasmine “do you trust me.” So I kept it as that.

[thebonggirll]

Chapter 31 - Attention

Chapter 30

The next two days of the training camp, Class 1-B joined Class 1-A in training with their quirk.  The students worked on improving their quirks differently with a different exercise. Y/N decided to focus on her training since that was her top priority at the moment anyway. To be honest that was good for her and what distracted her from whatever happened the day before.

But good things don't last long.

As evening arrived and the time came for the students to eat dinner, they remembered what they were explained the previous day - the Pussycats won't cook the food. Instead, they provided the students with the ingredients to make curry. While every other student were too tired to even think about cooking, somehow Tenya's encouragement brought back the spirit to work together again.

But well, cooking wasn't exactly enough to make Y/N forget about how she was an extra to Bakugou. As the girls were separating the vegetables on the table, ready to cut it into pieces, her eyes kept searching for the blond. He was standing with the others near the stove, who were working on lighting it up.

But god, it made her feel stupid. Stupid how she was still looking for him after what he said. Stupid how a smile covered her face when she saw him bickering with her classmates. Stupid how...how a simple glance from him made her blush.

She quickly averted her gaze and cleared her throat towards the girls in front of her. "Cut the potatoes, will ya?" Mina said passing her the potatoes she washed and peeled. Y/N smiled and with a sigh of relief she started doing her part of work.

Dinner wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Well, ofcourse apart from the tiring day, when you put effort in cooking something it always tastes amazing.

"Can you eat by yourself or..." Kyoka asked concerned, "I think it's best if I feed you today."

"Honestly I keep thinking about what Momo said. It's probably better if I eat by myself. It's good for training!" Y/N chuckled, holding her shaking right hand.

"Shut the fuck up," Kyoka said and took her plate, feeding her the dinner.

Yes, training was a bit hard and using her hands excessively made it shake. On the top of that, she decided to cut the potatoes and ended up cutting a little bit of her finger. So, Kyoka decided to do what was best for her stupid best friend.

"Did you talk to him?" she asked.

"I did actually and um.." Y/N gulped down her food and said, "let's just say I didn't like his answer."

"What did he say?"

Y/N chuckled and fiddled her fingers, "He called me an extra."

Kyoka knew how much she hated the word, especially if it came from Bakugou but tried to be a bit positive for her friend, "He calls everyone an extra."

"Really? I never heard him call Kirishima an extra," she looked down with a painful smile on her face.

Kyoka sighed and fed her another spoon, "You know what, there's no use in sugarcoating the words. Look if he's calling you an extra even now, I think it's a signal for you to stop being in this one-sided friendship."

"Maybe...I'll try I guess," she said, "I think it's better to focus on my training."

"Damn right. But yeah don't be stupid and overwork yourself like you did today. I get that it's...not easy but distracting yourself from the problem only means you're stalling from facing it. Eventually you have to deal with it."

"God, can you for once try to be fake and like cheer me up?"

"No," Kyoka smiled, "Besides, you're both the problem here. He's being a dick and you think it's okay to be friends even when he doesn't acknowledge it. Take your time but fucking get to it."

The third day of training, Y/N decided to take Kyoka's advice.

Well, only a little bit. She ignored Bakugou instead of slowly retreating herself from the friendship. She needed time to deal with it and for now, training was mostly important to her.

And Bakugou noticed it too. She was looking at him lesser than usual. Sure, it made him feel relieved but at the same time, if he was being honest, he wanted her to look.

He wanted her attention.

Something that he loathes when it came from his other classmates if it's excessive. Bakugou knew she tried to talk to him like the way she usually did, but the thing is, when he's aware of her feelings it's hard to ignore. And he didn't know what to do about this information. Talking to Kirishima meant endless teasing, and he didn't want to be a part of it. But her feelings..he didn't know how to handle it. The only possible solution was to pretend like nothing happened and go back to how things were earlier.

He was more observant now when it came to her. He could feel her bitter mood just by looking and whether he liked it or not, in the end he knew he just can't deny this thing they had - call it friendship or study buddies. But when he thought about it, somehow he didn't like to imagine Y/N stopping it. He didn't want her to treat her like the others. He didn't want to let go of how he can affect her.

He just needed some time to get over this bullshit, right? It would go away after a few months.

As dinner time arrived, the students got ready to prepare their meal again.

Y/N went towards the table, getting ready to do her part of work when she noticed Bakugou standing in her place. She quietly stood staring at him, wondering if she should ask him to move after ignoring his presence the whole day. But to be honest, she didn't even know if he even noticed her the whole day in the first place.

Deciding that her feelings shouldn't be in the way of her work, she approached him. "Uh hey, that's kind of my job."

Bakugou who was cutting potatoes like a pro, stopped for a moment and said, "You are needed elsewhere. Start up the fire or something, don't disturb me. You are bad at this anyway."

Y/N noticed the perfectly sliced potatoes and turned to go to Momo, for instructions. Bakugou looked at her retreating figure and then his eyes went towards her hand, on the little band-aid on her finger. Surely she has handled worse than this.

But...it annoyed him to watch her struggle the day before. She was bad at this and he in no way was going to allow her to ruin the food....

....or her hands. Whatever.

Y/N got to cook the food instead. She cooked a curry with all the ingredients prepared by the others.

"We've filled our bellies and clean the dishes! It's time for test of courage!" Pixie Bob said as Aizawa took the remedial students to study while the others stayed behind to play the mini-game.

Class B will start as scarers and be in their positions while Class A will leave in pairs and walk around the forest and collect tags with their names in end of the routes. The only rule was that Class B wasn't allowed to make any physical contact, but they can use their quirks to scare the students.

"Pairs, huh?" Y/N muttered as her eyes went towards Bakugou, and released a tiny gasp. He was looking at her, but she couldn't understand why. Cause he was surely looking at her like he usually did but this time she noticed something more in his eyes. She couldn't pinpoint it. And before she began to overthink it, she decided to look away, concentrating on the instructions.

A blush covered her face as she thought of it. It would be a lie if she said she didn't imagine this before. A girl and a guy together in a scary house? It gave both of them a sense of closeness and comfort. She imagined herself, holding onto Bakugou's arm during the game, while he kept his usual demeanor. And then someone scares them, she hugs him close...

...and then Bakugou slaps her to Mars. Cause let's be real, Bakugou already found her presence annoying. It always feels better in imagination, doesn't it?

The pairs were decided randomly by drawing papers including their names and Y/N ended up with someone she drifted away from since the course began.

"How's it going fanboy?" she asked approaching her partner.

"It has been a while Y/N," Midoriya said, smiling.

Chapter 32

SEASON - III

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[janicho88]

Come Back Part 3

Paring- Dean x Reader

Word Count-3810

Summary- After everything you and Dean have been through to get together you deserve some happiness right?

Warnings-Smidge of angst, fluff, some language, maybe just a couple words.  Implied smut

A/N As of right now this is the final part.  There is a chance someday there will be a fourth.  There are a few more pictures in this one, I like to visualize things, was trying to help you see what I was.  Pictures found on google.

Part 1    Part 2 

Three months later

Chaos, mayhem and craziness, that was what surrounded you.  Currently you were hiding in your old room in the bunker trying to get away.  Unfortunately the knock at the door told you that they found you again.  Charlie, Donna, and Jody, all of whom you had renamed in your head, hurried in. They were trying to help get everything ready for the wedding in a few days.  They all had an opinion on how it should be, the problem was, their opinion didn’t match yours.

Chaos, I mean Charlie thought you should do a Star Wars theme. They women could all dress like Princess Leia and the guys Jedi, with the robes and hoods. You think you just about had her talked out of it.  You had told her if that was what she wanted to wear, go right ahead, but she would be the only one. 

Mayhem, oh miss Donna wanted you to learn square dancing.  She was also hoping for big dresses with these crazy bows, and so so many ruffles.  You told her she was more than welcome to have one herself.  At this rate it was going to be more like a costume party than a wedding.  You mentioned to Donna you didn’t think Dean was going to learn square dancing this week for the wedding, but if she wanted to show people that night it was fine.   

Craziness, bless her heart. Jody’s ideas were probably the closest to what you were thinking.  After you lost your parents you spent most of your time at Bobby’s before going off hunting with Dean.  You saw Jody as a mom figure, and she knew the inner girl you kept hidden.  You just didn’t want to make things as grand as she did.  You appreciated everyone’s help, they were just a bit overwhelming when you had them all at once.

You weren’t expecting too many attendees.  Besides the three ladies, Alex and Claire would of course be joining.  Garth and his family would be here, a few other hunters the guys kept in constant contact with also coming.  You expected, but weren’t completely sure Crowely and Rowena would also make an appearance.  Rowena liked you, and the two of you had become friends over the years, even if Dean wasn’t thrilled about it.  Sam was Dean’s best man, Donna your maid of honor.  Since Dean was legally dead, and also wanted for numerous federal crimes a marriage license was out of the question.  Cas was officiating, both you and Dean figured married by an angel would make it legal and binding for the two of you.

Turning your attention back to the three ladies in front of you, you figured it would be wise to see what questions they had this time.

“What are you doing for decorations?”

“Where is the caterer going?”

“Where is your dress”

Jody’s question was the easiest so you started there.  “My dress still needs to be picked up, they finished the last alteration yesterday.”  While hunters don’t often get normal things, one thing you always dreamed about watching chick flicks was a beautiful wedding dress.  When you told Dean you were just going to get a simple dress or wear one you had, he encouraged you to go after your dream one.  He joked about wanting to see you in a big fancy dress in your real wedding pictures, not just your fake ones Sam had made.

As for the decorations, “Dean and I talked, we will move the tables aside in the library and rearrange the chairs for people to sit.  I don’t have any decorations.”  

“What nothing?  No fancy lights or even flowers?” Charlie wanted to know. 

 “No, we figured simpler was easier.”  Charlie just rolled her eyes.

“There aren’t that many of us, we didn’t exactly get a caterer.  There is a restaurant in town we’ve gone to a few times that does party size orders.   We ordered a few dishes to serve 30 that should give us plenty.  Sam or Dean are picking them up the day before the wedding, we just need to reheat it the next day.  Dean joked that we can order pizza later if people are hungry.  Honestly, I don’t care much about any of those things, well other than the dress, but it still isn’t as important as Dean.  End of the day what matters most is actually being together with Dean.  I want to be able to truthfully say he’s my husband.”  

They all chuckled at that.  You still had to humor them with a few more answers before they left you alone.  You had about two minutes to yourself when there was a knock on the door.  Turning your head toward the door you saw Dean walking in.

“How’s it going with your wedding army?”

“Not funny, they are driving me nuts.  I know I said I didn’t want to go to Vegas before, but is that completely off the table now?”

“Personally, I wouldn’t want to face the wrath of those 3 if they found out we eloped now, but if you really want to Baby is gassed and ready to go.”

“UGGHH, you’re right, we would never hear the end of it now.”

“I’ll talk to them, see if I can get them to calm down.”

“Thank you, Honey, you're the best.”   

After giving you a kiss your fiance left to try and wrangle in your help. Fiance, what a crazy year you two have had. It started with the fight that had you leaving the bunker and Dean.  Followed by the amnesia and being Dean’s fake wife.  They two of you had been together since the memories returned, you had officially moved into his room.  He didn’t say anything else about a wedding after the comment about getting real pictures so you didn’t push.   A month after all of Dean’s memories of you came back  he took you out to dinner then a walk by a nearby lake.  It was by the lake he dropped down on one knee and asked you to be his wife.  With tears in your eyes you had said yes. Dean didn't want to ever lose you again, hunter’s don’t always have the longest lives so he wasn’t going to waste any more time making you his actual wife.

The next month and half had kept you all pretty busy with hunts, you had not had much time to do anything for the wedding.  One of the few things you two finished was picking out your rings while gone on a case. 

 Your lack of completed tasks is why the girls are here now trying to help you.  You appreciated the help because honestly the last couple of weeks you hadn’t had a lot of extra energy.  You were thankful Dean hadn’t noticed that yet though.

Dean talked to your three friends and got them to tone everything down a bit. It made the next few days so much easier for you.  The night before your wedding they took you out for your bachelorette party.  You mentioned to them you didn’t want a hangover the next day so you wanted to avoid the alcohol.  They took you out for dinner, and still ended up with a trip to the bar after.  Things went pretty well though, and it was a fun night with the girls.  You weren’t sure what the guys were doing for Dean, but you knew they were hanging around the bunker.  When you made your way from the garage to your old room, you could still hear them in the library. 

You know those days where everything that can go wrong will?  That was your wedding day.  It was now 11:30 and the wedding was supposed to be starting at 1, if it ever did.  You could not believe the morning you had had.   Dean and Sam had picked up the food yesterday from the reception. Everything was sealed and labeled just how you had ordered it.  The guys brought it home and put it in the fridge.  This morning when you, Jody and Donna were in the kitchen talking about when to reheat everything and what goes where you took it all out of the fridge, good thing. What was supposed to be an alfredo pasta was, well you weren’t really sure.  It was something slimy.  In the container labeled chicken breasts, raw vegetables, at least those were edible. They would work too since Sam forgot to grab anything to make a salad.  Instead of mashed potatoes you got yams.  The cornbread Dean wanted, just cream corn.  

Jody called the restaurant to see if they could fix it and get you the right things.  They were extremely sorry, but could not fix it right now.  Apparently your food got mixed up with another catering they had today for a bigger group.  They were working on fixing that one right now, and it would take a few hours to start on yours.  They told Jody they would be giving you a refund though.  Looks like you’ll be ordering pizza after all. 

Leaving the kitchen after that mess you headed up to the library.  The site that met you had you closing your eyes hoping it was all a nightmare.  The guys little bachelor party the night before  looks like it got out of hand.  For some reason there were books everywhere, the tables and chairs all over and as soon as your shoe hit the library floor it stuck to it.  They apparently spilled a bit of alcohol, you could smell it now.  That had you running for the bathroom.  You carefully made your way back to the library, Sam looking around the corner when he heard your approach.  

“Hey we were going to come clean this up before you woke up.  Guess we overslept.  Don’t worry about this.  It will straighten up in no time.”

“What about the smell Sam?”

“We’ll find something.”

“What happened in here anyways?”

“Cas might have had a bit too much to drink and he was trying to show off some of his powers.  Didn’t go well as you can tell.  Used too much energy and passed out before we could get him to fix it.”

As you were talking you didn’t notice Charlie and Donna coming behind you.  They were going to finish the cake table and chose to bring the cake out now.  Charlie hit the sticky floor and stumbled. She held her balance until she hit an out of place chair and the cake went flying. Now you had another mess and no cake.  At least you had bought Dean a pie, which Donna was carrying.  Never mind it met the same fate as the cake.  What else could go wrong?

You should not have asked.  After trying to help clean up some of the mess, Jody sent you to shower.  She was going to start your hair after.  You two had practiced your updo a few times and she knew exactly how you wanted it.  Problem was today your hair didn’t realize it was supposed to cooperate.  The half up half down with curls you wanted was mostly down, and extremely limp.  Oh well, it was just hair you told yourself.  While looking in the mirror at the flop on your head someone knocked on the door.  It was Sam.

“What’s up Sam”

“Is anyone here any good with alterations?”

“What kind, to what and why?” You asked with your eyes narrowing in the mirror.

“Slight problem with the tuxes. Um how do you feel about purple?”

‘What’s wrong with the tuxes?  What’s purple that I need to feel something about? Again why?”

“Cas’ tux apparently came in purple. Now is the first time he’s opened it.  He must have hit the wrong box.  The alterations are for Dean and I.  My tux is a bit too big, and his is too small.  He can’t even get the coat on.”

“Didn’t you get measured for your tuxes? Why didn’t you try them on before?”

“We sent in our measurements and they sent us things to try on and we told them what fit.  Things have been hectic.  We all thought they would be fine.”

You didn’t say anything just stared straight ahead for a minute.  “I guess your Fed suits will have to work.”

You were hoping to do a few pictures outside before people came, that way you weren’t holding up the reception after.  You had figured if everyone here was ready by 11:30 it gave you time for pictures and to get back to your room before anyone else arrived. 

Shortly after 11 Donna and Charlie were helping you into your dress while Jody looked for your shoes. 

“I can’t find them anywhere Y/N do you know what they were in?”

They were in a white box.  They were on the counter, I grabbed the dress and Charlie grabbed my shoes.”

“I didn’t carry anything out of the shop.”  The redhead behind you spoke up.

“Did anyone carry the white box out?”

Silence great, you left without your shoes.  You had white flip flops guess that will have to do.  Donna started to zip the back of your dress with Charlie helping when you heard a ripping noise.

“What is that?”

“OH NO!  Y/N, I am so sorry!” Charlie exclaimed.  Apparently she had ended up standing on the dress while they were pulling the zipper and it was enough to tear the fabric in the back.  They unzipped it, while Jody left to see if there was any thread in the bunker to try and sew it up.  Charlie kept apologizing, but you told her accidents happen, and ushered them both out for a few minutes of quiet for yourself.

There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Babe it’s me.  Jody told me about all the problems, are you okay? Can I come in”

“NO!  If the only thing that goes right today is the tradition of not seeing the bride then so be it.  You can open the door a smidge, but don’t peak in.”

“Okay, okay.   How are you holding up.”

 “I’m beginning to think someone cursed us today.  Who did we piss off now?”

“Just a rough morning, we aren’t cursed this time.  I’m sorry about the mess we made in the library.  We got the spills cleaned up.”

“Does it still smell like beer?”

“Eh, maybe some.”

“Okay.  Thank you for getting the rest ready.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry this isn’t the day of your dreams.”

“It’s okay, I’ll survive.   At the end of the day the most important thing is I have you by my side.”

“Always, Sweetheart.  We’re in this together.”

As you and Dean were talking you heard the clank of heels coming down the hall. “Is that Jody coming back?” 

“No, it’s Rowena.  Hello Rowena, can I help you?”

“Hello Dean. No, you cannot, I just fancied a word with the bride to be.”

“Dean, be nice.” You whispered out to him

“Fine, I’ll see you out there Sweetheart everything will be fine.”

 As Dean walked away you opened the door and let Rowena in.

“I heard from Samual, it’s been a bit of a rough morning for you? That library smells like a brewery.”

“That’s one way to put it.  Not much is going right, the food is wrong, the cake hit the floor, along with Dean’s pie.  The library was a mess this morning.  They cleaned it, but like you said it still smells.  The guy's tuxes don’t fit, Cas’ is the wrong color, I forgot my shoes and my dress ripped.  My hair has decided this will be the day it does it’s own thing.  This isn’t exactly how I thought this day would go.  I guess I should just be happy we haven’t been called for a hunt yet.”

“Sit here and let Rowena see what she can do Lass.”

You had been sitting in your room for about five minutes when Jody and Donna came back. They took your wedding dress and an old pair of shoes and left again. They must have found some thread, not sure what they are doing with the shoes though.  Five minutes later they returned again, much too quickly to have actually sewn the dress.

“Okay, let’s get you dressed,” Jody said.

“Wait, what about the dress? Did you fix it already?”

“We did not.  Your witchy godmother did.  She fixed your dress, shoes, the tuxes, cleaned up the library a bit.”

“Oh my.”  You were speechless. 

As they were finishing closing your dress there was another knock at the door. Rowena entered a moment later.

“You look just about perfect deary.  One more little thing.”

Rowena spoke a few words and you could suddenly feel your hair moving around.  She was fixing that too.

“Rowena, I’m going to cry thank you so much!”

“No tears today, it’s a happy day.  Even if you are marrying that Winchester.”

“Thank you so much.”  You gave her a hug and she went back out to the library.  

You had just enough time to get a few pictures finished before you needed to come back inside.  While Dean was outside getting his pictures with the guys, and ladies, you went to the library.  You could not believe your eyes, Rowena had worked her magic in here also.  It was no longer the library you knew, but a ballroom.  Gone were the bookcases, tables and chairs.  White Chairs were set up for the guests and a beautiful wedding arch where you would say your vows.  

“This is amazing Rowena, I can’t believe you did all this thank you!”

“You are more than welcome.  Alas I can’t take all the credit in here, your fiance made the arch as a surprise for you.”    

You couldn’t believe Dean had done that.  It was perfect.  The door opened and Jody came in to see where you were, so Dean wouldn’t see you when he came in.   She ushered him to the hall, then helped you up the stairs. When your pictures were done, she went inside and looked for Dean, to keep him out of the way.  Sam came over to talk to you.

“You look stunning, my brother is one lucky guy.  I’m glad you both came to senses.  I’m glad you decided to come back here.”

“I am too.  Mostly I’m thankful we got our Dean back.”  Sam gave you a hug as you both headed back inside.

Soon it was time for the ceremony to start.  You had asked Jody to walk you down the aisle, being the closest thing you had to a parent.  Dean actually had a tear in his eye when you reached him, and he told you how beautiful you looked. You told him how dashing he was.  The ceremony went much quicker than you imagined.  Both you and Dean reciting traditional vows.  When Cas pronounced you husband and wife Dean grabbed you to him in a longer kiss than you thought he would.  After you walked back down the aisle and people were getting up from their seats, Rowena changed the room to a different setting again.

  The white chairs were now around tables, a buffet line was set up that smelled delicious.  In the corner a beautiful wedding cake, with smaller circles surrounding it on the table.  Upon closer inspection they were mini pies.  You were going to need to hide some of those from Dean so he didn’t get sick.   This was incredible and more than you could imagine, you were going to owe her big for this.

You and Dean spent the afternoon and even talking with guests, dancing and enjoying the wonderful food Rowena provided.  When it came time to cut the cake, you told Dean if he made a mess it would be a long time before you made him another pie.  He took that warning to heart and did his best not to smear it on your face. You doing the same with the piece of pie you cut him.  Dean picked your first dance song, Aerosmith’s "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing."  He said he wasn’t missing anymore of your life together.   Most of your guests were crashing at the bunker tonight so it was one long party.  At one point you caught up to Sam.

“Think Rowena could have helped us with Dean a few months ago?”

“Probably, wish we had thought to ask her back then.” You nodded your agreement before going to find your new husband. 

You and Dean finally decided to call it a night and head back to your shared room for a little alone time.  There was something you wanted to share with Dean tonight.  Opening the door and turning back to pick you up Dean carried you in and placed you on the bed.  You were staying in the bunker tonight before heading off to your honeymoon.  Dean had actually rented a house on the beach, but far enough away from others you would have some privacy. 

“I missed you in my arms last night wife”

“I missed being held close to you, husband. I like being able to honestly call you that now.”

“I love hearing it.  I like the idea of filling those frames with pictures I actually remember.”

“Dean I have something for you.”

“Yeah, is it under your dress”

“Not in the way you're thinking.”

 Getting off the bed you went to your dresser and pulled out a gift wrapped box.  As you handed it to him, he told you he didn’t get you anything.  You told him he already did, and just open the box. He tore the paper off and when his eyes shot up to you when he removed the lid.  He looked at you and then back to what you had made for him in the box.

“Really… are you?.. Am I?”  With tears in his eyes he could finish his sentences.

“Yes, we are going to have a baby, you're going to be daddy.”  He grabbed you and pulled you in for a tight hug before he thought better of it and loosened his grip.  Leaning down his lips met yours in a slow sweet kiss.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about 6 weeks I found out this past week. Cas told me and I swore him to secrecy.”

“You know this means no more hunting for you right?”

“Yes, I kind of figured that.”

Dean leaned down to kiss you again.  It didn’t take long till you were working the buttons on his shirt and he was trying to figure out your dress.  You had to break apart to deal with clothes before coming back together and finishing your wedding night wrapped up in one another.  

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student co-op AU, part 5

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

part 5:

On Sunday night, Lan Zhan walks into the kitchen for a glass of water and discovers a pot of noodles on the stove, fully on fire.

He's running for the fire extinguisher when Wei Ying bolts in, clutching a box of baking soda. Wei Ying flings its contents on the pot from across the room, powder falling in a long arc. The linguini that had been sticking outside the pot, curling black like candle wicks, pauses, shivers, and crumbles into nothing.

“Hey, Lan Zhan,” says Wei Ying, a little breathless. “Just, y'know. Uh. Cooking. Making some—making some dinner.”

They both regard the sad gray mass on the stove.

'Are you okay?' Lan Zhan almost wants to ask, which is absurd because patently Wei Ying is fine.

“What did you do?” Lan Zhan says instead. He's witnessed some cooking disasters at Cloud Recesses before, but usually it involves something like too much pepper in the soup, not leaping flames.

“I think,” says Wei Ying slowly, “okay, in retrospect, I shouldn't have put any oil in the pot. I think it kinda climbed the noodles sticking out of the pan and that's what ignited? The more you know,” he sings with a laugh, but there's a definite note of stress in his voice.

“The baking soda is supposed to always be by the stove,” Lan Zhan says.

Wei Ying shrugs. “Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang are making a paper-mache volcano,” he says. “Like, one of those science fair projects.”

Lan Zhan does not say 'Why' but apparently the question is clear, because Wei Ying sighs and adds,

“I dunno, man, because the heart wants what the heart wants?”

“House dinner was at 6:30,” says Lan Zhan. It's nine now.

“Well, I know that now,” says Wei Ying. “Not sure why I thought it was at seven.” He dumps out the pot in the sink and carries it to the dish room, then returns to the kitchen and grabs a sponge.

“There are leftovers in the fridge,” Lan Zhan continues. He's not sure why he feels the need to point this out; if Wei Ying is familiar with co-op life, he should be able to work this out on his own. It had been Lan Zhan's turn to make dinner tonight, and he's reasonably proud of how the curry turned out, but that has no real bearing on the situation.

Wei Ying looks up from wiping down the stove. “Can visitors have them?” he asks hopefully.

“They're marked guff.”

“I forgot you folks use that term,” says Wei Ying, smiling. “It's cute.”

It's not cute; it's just the word denoting that an item in the co-op is available to the general public. Lan Zhan has no idea what to say. 'Thank you' would make no sense; he didn't invent the term and it isn't as if Wei Ying said, 'You're cute,' which coming from Wei Ying would probably be some sort of joke anyway.

He opts for silence instead.

Wei Ying maneuvers past him into the dish room again.

“Little weird, eating dinner alone,” says Wei Ying over his shoulder.

Lan Zhan made the food; he can't very well pretend he hasn't eaten yet. Anyway, why would he want to?

“I mean, I guess Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang are in the dining room still,” Wei Ying continues, emerging with a bowl and a spoon.

Lan Zhan half nods, still trying to process that his first instinct was to try to eat dinner with Wei Ying.

He steps out of the way so that Wei Ying can get to the fridge.

“Curry, nice,” says Wei Ying appreciatively, lugging out the bucket-sized container. It would be weird to watch him eat. It would be weird to watch him eat, Lan Zhan thinks a second time, for good measure. Lan Zhan is not going to watch him eat. “Oh, and rice, cool,” says Wei Ying. “Hey, is there any kind of guff hot sauce?”

It doesn't go with the dish but wordlessly, Lan Zhan points.

“Sriracha isn't spicy, it's basically ketchup,” Wei Ying protests. “Don't tell me Cloud Recesses is against flavors, too.”

Nevertheless, Wei Ying scoops himself a bowlful of rice and curry, and pours what would be a genuinely insulting amount of Sriracha on top, if Lan Zhan cared at all about Wei Ying's culinary judgment, which of course he does not.

Lan Zhan feels his brow wrinkle slightly in concern.

Wei Ying laughs again. It sounds, to Lan Zhan at least, happier than his previous laugh. “Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm just broken,” he says lightly as he puts the rest of the food away.

This seems like a very loaded statement, even as a joke. Lan Zhan is getting tired of being constantly wrongfooted. He's normally not great at conversation with people he doesn't know, but he also doesn't think he's usually this bad.

At least this won't be a problem for much longer; Wei Ying and the other convention guests leave tomorrow morning. Lan Zhan tells himself he is happy about this. He tells himself so forcefully, he nearly misses what Wei Ying is saying, which is,

“I'll have to remember to pack chili oil.”

“What?” says Lan Zhan.

“Oh,” says Wei Ying, “you didn't know? Me and Jiang Cheng are transferring here after break. He wanted to be closer to his classes, and to be honest, I didn't trust him not to wither away without my fortifying presence.”

From what Lan Zhan has seen, Jiang Cheng seems mostly annoyed by Wei Ying, but Lan Zhan will admit that his relationship with his own brother is probably somewhat atypical as these things go. There could be fondness there, beneath all the needling and bluster.

“Of course, we took the plunge before we learned that you all are substance-free,” Wei Ying goes on, “so that's fun. I look forward to a semester of drinking outside.”

“That's illegal,” Lan Zhan points out.

“Narc,” says Wei Ying, without heat. He lifts his bowl. “Well, I'm off. Wanna keep me company while I eat, Lan Zhan?” He actually flutters his eyelashes as he says this. It's ridiculous. It's also considerably closer to Lan Zhan's own thoughts than he'd like. Lan Zhan takes that as his cue to be elsewhere.

“No, no, I get it,” Wei Ying calls to his back. “You've gotta keep your streak of putting a door between us! I respect that!”

An entire semester of this. Lan Zhan feels a thin thread of dread, along with a number of other, as-yet uncategorized emotions. He makes a mental note not to look too closely at those.

[sirrriusblack]

A Good Kind Of Pain

tw for mentions of child abuse

* * *

Sirius was in the living room. His hands were grasped around a cup of tea, cold and no longer fresh. Mr and Mrs Potter had gone out to get more medicine for Sirius, and James was writing to Pete. So I figured now was as good of a time as any. Sirius was paler than I’d ever seen him, his eyes wide as he stared at the empty fireplace. 

“Sirius?” I whispered, hoping not to startle him. He didn’t stir, didn’t even blink. I stepped forward and took the mug from him. He only linked his hands together, grasping so tight his knuckles were white. I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. “Padfoot?” I took the seat next to him, a small distance away just in case. I sat there silently for a while, processing it all. I pieced together what James had written in the letter he’d sent with what he’d told me when I’d gotten here. Sirius had shown up in the fireplace, bleeding and barely standing, right in the middle of the Potter’s dinner. He hadn’t said anything except for ‘sorry’. Then he’d passed out. He’d woken up just twenty minutes before I’d arrived, at 1:30, and he hadn’t said a word since. It was nearly two in the morning now. I reached my hands out and began threading a few strands of his hair between my fingers. Sirius tensed and I let his hair fall back down to his face and leaned away from him.

“Remus?” he turned his head to me and I cursed myself for the shudder that went down my spine. His right eye was swollen as all hell, and dried up blood flaked off it every time he blinked. More bruises littered his jaw, as if his right side had taken most of the damage. Damage from the cruciatus curse, if Mrs Potter was right. I smiled weakly at him. “Did James write you?” His voice was low and husky, like he’d been screaming. I could only imagine. I nodded. Sirius blinked slowly and turned back to the fireplace.

“Are you alright Sirius?” It was a stupid question. A really fucking stupid question. Of course he wasn’t alright. His mother had just used an unforgivable on him to the point he’d had to run away from home, bruised and bleeding. I opened my mouth to apologise, to fix it, the pain he was feeling, to do something. But then a sob escaped his mouth. Shit. “Padfoot, hey, come here,” I said, pulling him closer. Sirius jumped—actually jumped—up from the couch and stood up, running his hands through his hair. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry Remus I—“ he cut himself off with a heaving sob, one that took everything form me and left me feeling cold and empty and useless. I stood up too, inching closer, slowly. 

“Sirius, never ever apologise to me for shit like that. You don’t need to be sorry,” I said, slowly lifting my arm up. I waited for him to take my hand. All his rings were gone, except for one. The ring I’d gotten him for his birthday, the moon phases circling his finger. He linked his hand with mine and fell back onto the couch. I sat next him and waited. I waited for his breathing to slow to a sniffle, for his grip on my hand to slowly relax. He dropped his head into his hands, his blood-flaked hair falling around his face. “Sirius, I’m here for you, okay? Always.” He lifted his head up, to lock grey eyes with mine. “Whether you want me to sit here and hold your hand or listen, or try and utterly fail to make you laugh, I will, okay? I’ll do anything you want me to.” I reached out and wiped the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the blood that came off with them. Sirius kept his hand linked in mine for a while longer.

“I think I want a shower,” he croaked out. I circled my thumb across the back of his hand. I nodded.

“Okay, come on.”

* * *

We walked past James’ linen cupboard and I pulled out the biggest, fluffiest towel I could find, still keeping my hands linked with Sirius’. When we got to the bathroom, I turned the shower on and turned to Sirius.

“You going to be alright?” I asked, handing him the towel. He looked up at me and I almost crumbled at the pain in his silver eyes. “Sirius...” he looked away and nodded, taking the towel and turning his back to me. He started peeling his shirt off. I slid out of the bathroom door and sat on the floor beside it, just in case. I’d seen Sirius’ scars before. Many times. During Summer when we’d all come here and spent the whole day in and out of the lake, when he would walk around the dorm room, shirtless, when he’d shown them to me after I was freaking out about mine. But I’d never seen him hurt. Not like that. Not so vulnerable, so in pain. I hated every second of this, hated everything inside me that wanted to floo right to Grimmauld Place and kill his whole family. 

“Can’t believe she fucking did that to him.” James sat next me and pulled his knees up to his chest. I nodded.

“You sent the letter?” James nodded too. “You think he’s going to be okay?” I asked, whispering even though he couldn’t hear me. James shrugged and took his glasses off.

“I reckon he’ll be the best he can be, as long as he’s here, with his family. Something constricted in my throat at that, that I’d have to go back home, leave Sirius behind, transform without the three of them. I knew he’d be alright with James—better than alright, actually—but I didn’t want to leave his side, didn’t want to ever let go of his hand ever again. “Don’t be like that, I mean you, too. And Peter. We’re all family, yeah?” James nudged me with his shoulder I smiled weakly. “He will. Be okay, I mean.” He put his glasses back and looked me right in the eyes. I gulped.

“Yeah?” I fiddled with the cuff of my sleeve. James nodded.

“Yeah. We all will,” he promised. Merlin, did I hope he was right.

“Remus?” a croaky, desperate voice broke the silence, followed by a loud sob. I looked at James and he stood up, motioning toward the door. I stood too, and James walked back to his room. “Remus?” Holding my breath, I opened the door. Sirius was still in the shower, curled up on the floor, tears mixing in with the water—which was running red with blood. “Remus,” he whispered again.

“Shit, yeah?” Sirius gripped at his hair and his lips pulled back as he shuddered with silent sobs. I moved forward, so I was on the edge of the shower door and the bathroom floor, and grabbed both of his hands, pulling them away from his hair. Sirius bit his lip and blinked up at the water.

“I can’t—“ he gulped for air and I cringed slightly, hating seeing him like this, in such raw pain. “I can’t do anything,” he cried. I understood and gripped his shoulders, turning his back to me. His whole body was shaking as he tried to keep the tears down.

“Do you remember,” I started, squeezing some shampoo into my hands and massaging it through Sirius’ hair. “The first day of school, when we got assigned to our dorms?” The bubbles were stained pink from the blood. I pushed Sirius’ head forward, gently, and rinsed his hair under the hot water. Too hot, I realised. I reached up to change the temperature, but Sirius grabbed my arm. 

“I—need it. It’s... a good kind of pain.” A kind of pain he could control. I didn’t say anything, only picked up the conditioner.

“I remember, I walked into the room and you three were all there. I was late because Dumbledore wanted to talk to me about the whole shrieking shack situation.” I threaded the conditioner through his hair, untangling it with my fingers at the same time. I saw Sirius close his eyes over his shoulder. “I walked in and James ran at me, grinning with every single tooth in his mouth. He still grins like that actually,” I mused. Sirius snorted softly, before sniffling a little. I stopped playing with his hair to massage his neck and shoulders, careful not to touch any of his cuts or bruises. He groaned and slumped his shoulders. “Pete had gone silent and peeked over your shoulder and I had to go up to him and introduce myself. He offered me some of his chocolate and honestly he’s been my favourite ever since.” Sirius spun around to jab me in the side, but the sudden movement did something to him and he winced in pain. “Shit, are—“ Sirius inhaled. Exhaled.

“I’m fine, Moony,” he rolled his shoulders back, motioning for me to keep going. I was glad he couldn’t see my eye roll. He most definitely was not fine. “And me? What did I do?” I moved my hands up to his scalp and started massaging again. I knew he remembered the day, but I decided to amuse him anyway.

“I saw you and your silver eyes and your stupid jaw, and I immediately thought you were a pretentious asshole.” Sirius tapped his fingers against the tiled shower floor. 

“You weren’t wrong.” He bit his lip. I shook my head.

“I was so, utterly wrong in every way, but that’s not my point. You held your hand out to me and looked me in the eye and shook my hand, like I was some fancy relative at some fancy ball. And I hated it. Because I figured that if you were surrounded by pretentious assholes growing up, you would become one.” Sirius snorted. I bit my lip. “That night I was lying in my bed, and I was so happy, because I’d made friends. I was at Hogwarts, and I had friends and everything was good in the world. Except for you.” Sirius tensed. I pushed his head forward again, rinsing his hair. “You pulled back the curtain of my bed after everyone had fallen asleep. And I was waiting. I was waiting for you to ask me a rude question, make fun of my scars, make fun of my crappy, second-hand clothes, because I was beneath you. But instead, you climbed under my blanket with me, and stared at the roof of the bed. My heart was racing and I had no idea what was happening, and then you turned to face me.” I stood for a moment and picked up the bar of soap from the soap dish. “Then you whispered—”

“I’ve got scars too.” I sat back down at the edge of the shower and traced my hands over those scars. Long deep gashes, small scratches, all and every sort.

“Yeah. ‘I’ve got scars too. I’m not going to tell you why, because I don’t like talking about it, but I just wanted to let you know you’re not alone and that you should be proud of your scars. They’re proof that you survived the worst.’ I didn’t know what to say, and—and then you climbed out of the bed and back into yours and I’d never felt so—warm inside. I’d never felt so, okay about my scars.” I rubbed the soap across his back and shoulders, wincing at his every hiss of soap running over a cut. 

“So you’re trying to tell me I’m not alone?” he asked. I stopped cleaning his back.

“No. Well, yes, obviously, but I’m trying to say... You’re always going to hate your scars, whether you can see them or whether they’re in your head. But, Sirius, one day, hopefully you’ll look at those scars and you will glow with pride, because you have gone through so much. And here you are.” Sirius scoffed.

“Yeah, here I am, getting bathed by my boyfriend because I’m too pathetic to—“ I cut him off.

“And here you are, despite all the bad things, despite all the odds, you have friends, you have a boyfriend, you have stupid muggle music and leather jackets and you have The Marauders okay? You have a family, even if they aren’t blood.” I handed the soap to Sirius and stood up. He caught my hand, his brows furrowed.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” He asked. Something melted in me at the sight of his grey eyes. I smiled and nodded. “Maybe minus the music and leather jacket.”

Sirius considered this for a moment. “Are you proud of your scars?” I squeezed Sirius’ hand.

“No. Not yet. But maybe... hopefully one day,” I answered. Sirius nodded. I turned to grab his towel as Sirius finished showering and turned the water off. He stepped onto the bath mat and I wrapped the towel around him. I searched for the pain in his grey eyes, the sadness and hurt and hate, but it wasn’t there. No, as Sirius looked up at me, his right eye black and red and purple, all that was there was love.

“I hope so too,” he croaked out. I placed my hands on his waist and pulled him closer to me. “I hope, one day, we’re both proud of our scars.” I fought back the burning in my eyes and leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you,” he whispered as we broke apart. I knew he wasn’t talking about the kiss. I nodded. There was a knock at the door, and I reached over Sirius to unlock it. James was standing in the doorway, biting his lip and holding a bottle of liquid. I furrowed my brows.

“You alright, James?” he took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just,” he turned to Sirius. “Mum says you’ve got to drink this, Pads, it’ll help with the pain.” He handed the bottle over, and Sirius frowned at it.

“Why do you look constipated then?” I asked, turning to face him fully. He ran his hands through his hair.

“Well, because I understand that now is really not the time to laugh at you, but that shit tastes like cat’s ass,” he explained. I opened my mouth, confused, before Sirius moved next to me. He was— laughing, I realised. I cracked a smile at James and he lost it. He absolutely lost his shit and so did Sirius and we were all on the bathroom floor, laughing our asses off. Mrs Potter stood at the doorway, shaking her head. 

“You boys are going to be the death of me,” she said, but there was a hint of a smirk on her face. “Come on Sirius, drink up.” She held her arm out for him and he trailed to the kitchen behind her. When they got to the stairs, just before he took the steps down, Sirius threw a nervous look over his shoulder and James and I lost it again.

[daemour]

Mon Petit Choufleur

Part of the Luv Library project - Culinary.

Part 1 (this) - Part 2 (coming soon)

Jimin x Reader

Strangers to Lovers, culinary school au, fake dating au, SFW

Summary: You're not a pastry chef, that's for sure. Your speciality is coq au vin, not 🍋 meringue pie. So why is the cute baking and pastry major keep talking to you?

Warnings: Cursing in French (because I'm fancy like that)

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"You need some more excitement. When people eat your food, you want them to feel special and to know your dish on a personal level. Right now, it tastes like a coq au vin starter pack that you can buy from a supermarket. Add some more saveur, and I'm not talking about spices. I'm talking about your desire, what you want your dish to taste like, mon petit chat."

"Mon chat, I'm so proud of you. You are my darling, my child, my love. I believe in you."

Merde. You panic in your seat as the waitress delivers your drink and soup. You stare at your computer screen, deliberating on whether to open your grades for the semester. "What are you doing?" Jumping in your seat, you bang your knee against the table.

"Sorry, are you all right?" You nod and massage your knee. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's all right. I wasn't paying attention." You glance up at the offender, Jimin. You are in his baking and pastry class. You weren't friends with him, but everyone in your college knows each other.

"Are you sure? Let me get you some ice." Jimin offers, and before you can stop him, he's already at the café's counter. When he returns, he offers you ice in a plastic bag. You hold it against your knee and Jimin beams. "What were you working on, anyway?"

"I was checking my semester grades." You say, returning to your computer and glaring at it.

"Well, do you mind if I sit with you?" You nod and gesture to the seat next to you. Jimin peers over at your computer after he seats himself. "You got an A on your culinary exam and practical exam? That's awesome!"

"My pastry and baking scores aren't very high, though."

"They're average." Jimin pouts at you, and you ignore that.

"C is not good enough."

"I think you did fine, considering that pastries and baking is not your concentration."

"Thank you." You smile at Jimin, who smiles back kindly. A girl runs up to him, beaming. She reminds you of a ballerina.

"Jimin! Sorry you waited a while." She notices you and gives you a once-over. You suddenly feel self-conscious in your green pullover. "Who's this?"

"I am (Y/N). I am in Jimin's class." You smile at her, and she tilts her head at you.

"I'm Seoji, and I'm Jimin's girlfriend. Thanks for keeping him company, but we need to talk." She grabs his arm and steps closer to him defensively. You can get the hint.

"I am sorry for taking up your boyfriend's time. Enjoy your date, you two," you apologize, gathering up your laptop. After you stuff it into your bag, you head out.

"Wait-"

But you were already gone.

———

"You don't need any more help, right, Jungkook?" You are exasperated and tired. It's not like you have something against Jungkook, but you just want some ramen and coffee.

"I don't need help," Jungkook begins, and you brighten up, "but I want you to try this recipe my mom sent me." You sigh in resignation but agree. Jungkook beams and runs to his kitchen, returning a few minutes later with mac and cheese...and there's shrimp on top of it? You take a hesitant bite.

"It's delicious," you say as you wince, "but did you put hot sauce in it?"

Jungkook nods. "My mom always does that. I really like it. But you're wincing."

You swallow. "I don't like spicy food," you choke out. "Can I have some milk, please?" Jungkook nods, dashing into the kitchen and presenting you with some banana milk. "Thank you."

As you chug the milk, you hear the door open. "My roommate is back!" Jungkook grins. "He's good at cooking. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Before you answer, you hear a familiar voice. "Oh, hello, (Y/N)! I didn't know you knew Jungkook." Jimin. You nod up at him with your mouth full of banana milk. Jimin chuckles. "I assume Jungkook got you to try another one of his mother's recipes?"

You agree. "Maybe leave out the hot sauce next time," you direct towards Jungkook.

Jungkook groans, putting his hands in his head. "This is why I'm doing management, not culinary services. I don't know how you two do it."

You shrug and chuckle. "Hey, (Y/N), didn't you say you're good at making coq au vin? Can you teach me, and we can have it for dinner tonight?" You're surprised at the request.

"I can, but I wouldn't want to intrude on your dinner."

"Don't be silly," Jungkook laughs. "I invited you to dinner."

You pause, and Jungkook gives you puppy eyes. Darn his cuteness. "Alright." Said boy grins and jumps up off the couch and runs into the kitchen.

"I have all the ingredients ready!" he yells from the other room. You share a look with Jimin.

"Did he buy all the ingredients for coq au vin before he even asked me?" Jimin nodded. "This kid is a pain."

"How do you think I feel every day?" Jimin mutters, and Jungkook scoffs.

"I can hear you two."

"Good!" Jimin yells back, and you continue sitting on the couch, amused. But not for long.

You can hear Jungkook mutter, "Where's the hot sauce," and you spring up.

Vaulting over the couch, you run into the kitchen and stop him. "Jungkook, if you dare put sriracha into the coq au vin, I will personally microwave your ankles." Jungkook laughs evilly, and Jimin watches from the door.

"Why don't you try putting grapes in it?" You and Jungkook look up at him from your position on Jungkook's back and pause for a long second. After that silence, you fake-vomit and Jungkook shudders.

"Ew. Fuck. No." Jungkook shudders, and you shake your head furiously.

"Absolutely not. Mon Dieu, pourquoi ça."

"Okay, I don't know what that means, but that seems to be an insult." Jimin glares at you.

"Like that's much better than Jungkook saying 'ew' and calling you a seal."

"What?" Both Jimin and Jungkook stare you, and you stare right back.

"Phoque. That's seal in French." You mime seals.

"No, that's a swear word," Jimin explains. You laugh.

"I know." You busy yourself looking at Jungkook's attempt at coq au vin, embarrassed at your attempted joke. "Jungkook, why are you mutilating the mushrooms?" Jungkook immediately stops laughing at you to defend himself from you.

———

The three of you enjoy dinner, which isn't bad for Jungkook's first attempt. There's no sriracha, so you don't have any banana milk near you. As jokes are flying around the air, knocking sounds on the door. Jimin stands to get it. When he opens the door, Seoji peers in. "What are you doing here?" You stare at her like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um, Jungkook is-" Jimin's girlfriend interrupts you before you can finish your sentence.

"Oh, he's your boyfriend. Sorry I was so cold to you at the café! Jimin gets a lot of girls trying to date him." she smiles, and you decide to forgive her. You kick Jungkook, and he looks at you. You glare at him until he gets the hint.

"Yes. I am the boyfriend of (Y/N)." You choke at his strange tone and kick him again. "Hello, darling seal." You are ready to commit some murder, and Jimin looks on bemused and amused at the same time.

"Okay, Casanova, call me that again, and you'll say goodbye to your ankles." Seoji laughs.

"You two are cute together." Jimin nods, smiling gently at you, and you look away quickly. Seoji turns to Jimin. "Right. Jimin, my power is out. Do you mind if I join you three for dinner?"

Jimin nods, and Seoji goes to the kitchen to fetch a plate. "You two are dating?" He whisper-yells at you, and you and Jungkook are about to explain. Unfortunately, Seojin walks back in with a plate.

"Ooh, this looks good. Who made it?" You and Jungkook point to each other.

"They did," Jimin says to reduce Seojin's confusion. "They helped each other."

"That's so cutesy!" The dinner resumes with an extra person.

"How did you two meet?" Seoji asks you and Jungkook.

"He was failing his culinary class," you tell the truth, and now it's Jungkook's turn to kick you. You ignore him. "I offered to help him. He sure needed it. I thought he was cute and asked him out."

Jungkook groans. "Don't lie. You thought I was a pain in the ass, but I won a bet, and you and I started dating."

"What bet?" It was Jimin asking the question this time.

"If I get an A on my culinary exam, then (Y/N) would have to go on a date with me." Seoji giggles.

"Aw, that's, like, the perfect way to start dating. How long have you dated?"

"Two months."

"Three months." You and Jungkook stare at each other for a second. "Well, I think we started dating when she started helping me with homework, and (Y/N) disagrees." Jungkook manages to save your asses.

Seoji smiles warmly, and the dinner of lies goes on. After it ends, all four of you are seated on the couch. Seoji is squished up to Jimin, who looks very slightly uncomfortable.

"You two don't have to be embarrassed about sitting closer to each other." You and Jungkook jump at Seoji's words.

You and Jungkook scooch closer to each other. Seoji raises an eyebrow, and you want to avoid getting caught in the lie. Jungkook tentatively places an arm around you, and you smile at him while your eyes scream at him. "It's getting a little late," You say after about 30 minutes of Seoji initiating small talk. "I should probably head out."

"I'll walk you to your dorm." Jungkook stands quickly, and you nod.

"Thanks."

———

"So, why did you need me to be your fake boyfriend?" The question does not surprise you.

"Yes, about that. Thank you, by the way, for going along with my plan." Jungkook nods but waits for you to continue. "I met Seoji earlier at a cafe, and it appeared she didn't like me. Probably because I was with Jimin. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable."

Jungkook smiles. "I see why that's a problem. How long do you think I'll have to be your-" he air quotes the last word "-boyfriend?"

You shrug. "It does not matter. You can break up with me at this moment if you want." Jungkook laughs, but it sounds a little like a scoff.

"Yeah, that's believable. Let's make it a week."

You shrug again. Jungkook confuses you. "Okay."

"Plus, I'd feel bad for you having a boyfriend for forty-five minutes." You punch him in the arm.

"I'm not that hopeless. Let's talk about how you've never had a girlfriend instead."

Jungkook glares at you playfully. "That's not true. I've had one."

"Yeah, sure. Who?" You nudge him.

"You."

"You fool, that doesn't count!" You laugh loudly. "Fake girlfriends aren't real."

"In that case, you haven't had one either!" You fall silent, and Jungkook senses some awkwardness. "I mean, I wouldn't know."

"No, it's okay. I don't talk about it. My first and last boyfriend cheated on me. What a surprise." You laughed bitterly, and Jungkook's eyes soften. "Oh well. It's not my loss."

"It really isn't. Jean Jaques Cousteau is really missing out."

"Contrary to popular belief, the eighty-seven-year-old dead man was not my first boyfriend." Jungkook snorted at your deadpan retort. "Anyways, this is my stop."

Jungkook looks up. "Oh." He pauses. "Well, let me know if you need anything, fake girlfriend."

"Okay, fake boyfriend." You head up, and Jungkook watches you leave.

"Fake boyfriend." He leaves after muttering your last words of the night to him.

———

In the morning, you go through your daily routine. Wake up, sit in bed for twenty minutes, get out of bed, make breakfast, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, and change. At least, you would've changed if Seoji didn't knock on your door. "Hi! Jungkook gave me your address." You're not surprised at that.

"Hello, Seoji. How can I help you?" Seoji scoffs, but not meanly.

"You talk so formally! Come on, we're friends, right?"

You pause at that, but let her in. "I have to change. Do you mind sitting on the couch?"

"Actually-" Seoji stands "-that's what I'm here for. I planned a double date with you, Jungkook, me, and Jimin. I'll help you choose an outfit." You pause.

"Um, I have an appointment." Not a lie, but your appointment is tomorrow, not today.

Seoji glances at your calendar. "You mean the dentist visit tomorrow?" You falter, and Seoji giggles. "Oh, don't worry. It'll be fun! Now, where's your room?" She grabs you by the arm and pulls you down the hallway.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very bold?"

"Oh, at least twice a day." You resign yourself to your fate. If that many people tell Seoji about her brashness and she hasn't changed, you stand no chance.

"Lead the way." At your words, Seoji grins and somehow drags you into your room with even more force than usual.

"Wow, your room is so neat!" You look around at your laundry on the foot of your bed. You notice the hangers on the dresser drawer handles.

"It is? That's a surprise," you remark. "I think the last time I cleaned up was a couple months ago."

Seoji laughs but doesn't comment. Instead, she just opens your closet and starts rifling through your clothes. "Why do you have three copies of the same sweatshirt?"

"We don't talk about that." Seoji giggles and tosses you the sundress from your cousin's wedding.

"Here. Put that on, and we'll go."

"It's winter. I am not wearing this without at least leggings and a coat."

Seoji sighs. "Fine." She consents.

"I'll take it." You pull on a tan coat and some black leggings. "Let's go."

"Not without some makeup."

"Absolutely not."

———

Seoji drives you to the meeting spot, but not without blasting some of her favorite songs. You swear you're never listening to Night5 again after hearing them for ten times in a row. While Bitter Order is ending, you arrive at your destination. A smoothie place. The exact smoothie place you met Jungkook in. "What."

"I thought it would be cute since that's where you and Jungkook met! He told me that's where you started your tutoring sessions." Smart kid. "Did you know Jimin and I also met here?"

"I did not. I assume this place is popular?" Seoji nods emphatically.

"Yep. This is the hot spot for our university." You 'ahh' in understanding. "I go here all the time with Jimin."

"I've been here a couple of times because of Jungkook, as you know." A lie. You've been there once, and that was when you were looking at your semester grades. And by that, you've been there once, when you first met Seoji.

"Oh, yeah." Seoji nods. "Well, let's head in then." She climbs out of the car, and you follow suit. As you two walk into the building, Jungkook leaps up and runs over.

"(Y/N), Jimin's bullying me!" Jungkook whines, and you giggle.

"What did he do know, Kookie?" Jungkook huffed at the nickname but continued with his story.

"He keeps saying that I'm a baby compared to him since he's dated for longer than I have."

"Tell him that he has a babyface, so it evens out." Jungkook pouts.

"I can't do that, he'll tell my mother."

"Fine, I will." You walk over to Jimin. "Hello, Jimin."

"Hello, (Y/N)." Jimin smiles up at you from his seat. "Here to belittle me for making fun of your boyfriend?"

"I'm just here to ask why you're teasing him. He's not the one with a babyface." Jimin scoffs, mock offended.

"How dare you. My face is the talk of the town," Jimin jokes.

"Oh, sure. It's the talk of the town that you look like you're ten." Jimin can't take it anymore and bursts out laughing. His laughter is contagious, and soon you are giggling.

"Oh, I see Seolji! Here, take my seat. I'll get Jungkook to come over and sit with you. I recommend the açai mango smoothie bowl; it's amazing." You chuckle at his excitement, and he rushes off as soon as you sit. True to his word, Jungkook comes over.

"Jimin and Seolji are going to have some grown-up adult conversation, and it's boring."

"Jungkook, you do realize you're twenty-two, right? That qualifies you as an adult." Jungkook shrugs.

"Yeah, but I'm enjoying my youth. Jimin acts like he's fifty, sometimes." Jungkook smiles at you. "I ordered the pitaya smoothie bowl. What did you get?"

"I didn't order yet," you say, "and I don't do smoothies. I might get some tea."

"But smoothie bowls are great! You can try some of mine when it comes." Jungkook pauses to take a breath. "I don't think I asked yet, so how did your semester go?"

"Oh." You quiet down. "It was okay. I didn't do well in pastries and baking. Guess I'm not going home this summer," you say lightly. You draw out the 's' in 'guess,' and the server gives Jungkook his smoothie bowl. "Why does that look like the pink face scrub my mother uses?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes and flicks you in the forehead. "It's a smoothie. Let Berry Cute exist in peace."

"Oh, ew, it's called Berry Cute?" You cringe, and Jungkook scoffs playfully.

"Don't make fun of the pun. Hey, that rhymed! I should be a poet." Jungkook sits back in his booth, happy with his self-proclaimed poetry skills.

"Okay, Hemingway." You rise from your seat, and Jungkook looks up in alarm.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to order something." Jungkook relaxes, and you head over to the counter. As you wait in line, you can hear Seolji and Jimin talking.

"What do you mean?" "You are so stupid." "Why are you going to do this?" "I don't like this." "Neither do I." You don't know who's speaking, but you have to order now. You turn your attention from that to the menu.

"Hi, can I get the açai mango smoothie bowl?" The cashier nods.

"Anything else?"

"A cup of water, please."

"Of course. That will be nine dollars." You reach into your back pocket. Before you can grab your money, Jimin is by your side.

"This one's on me," Jimin mumbles, and you turn to look at him in surprise. "Don't give me that look. Seoji had to go home. I felt bad because she dragged you out here and didn't even stick around."

You sighed, but Jimin already took the receipt from the cashier, so you let it pass. "Why did Seoji go home?"

Jimin ignores your question, takes the table marker the server hands to him, and heads to the table Jungkook is sitting at. "Seoji went home because we broke up." You and Jungkook stare at him, wide-eyed, and Jimin winces. "You don't have to look at me like that."

"But you two were together for three years!" Jungkook yelped, and some of the patrons threw him dirty looks because of his volume. Jimin rubs his eyes with his hands.

"Yes, I am aware, Jungkook, thank you." Jungkook quiets, and you shoot him a small smile.

"Why'd you break up?" Jungkook didn't learn from his previous question, and you lightly kick his shin. He shoots you a look, but Jimin answers his question.

"Seoji and I had conflicting opinions and goals, and so we thought it would be best if we weren't in a relationship together anymore." Jungkook looks crestfallen.

"Well." You look at Jungkook, silently telling him that you're going to tell Jimin of the lie. "Jimin-"

"You two are lucky to have each other. Don't forget it." Jimin stands and leaves before you and Jungkook can explain to him. The two of you share a look.

"When should we tell him?" Jungkook breaks the silence first, and you sigh.

"I would hate to tell him that we were just pretending. Let's fake breakup during finals. That's two and a half months away." The two of you agree on that, and part ways. Ten weeks isn't a lot of time, and usually not much happens then. But life has a way of making you hate it.

———

You want to slam your head into a bookshelf. You know you brought it upon yourself when you volunteered at your local library. But. If you get any more questions on where the young adult section is when you're standing next to a big old sign that says 'young adult section,' you might die. "Hello!" As soon as you hear someone speak, you plaster on a fake smile.

"Hi! Yes, the young adult section is straight through here." You see who it is. Jimin. "Oh, hi."

Jimin chuckles. "I was just stopping in to return a book when I saw you. You work here?"

"No, I volunteer." You turn and see another volunteer glaring at you. "Go return your book. I have to get back to work." Jimin turns to leave, but not before saying something mysterious and leaving you confused.

"Jungkook is looking for you."

What.

You mull over those words as you continue working, and even after your shift ends. In fact, you are currently at a table in the library, pretending to read, as you think about what Jungkook would want from you. Well, if you just sit around, you won't find out anything.

You stand from your seat and turn around hurridly. Standing right in front of you is Jungkook, and you sit down again. "Hi," you murmur.

"Hi." Jungkook looks nervous. "I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Let's say, hypothetically" You don't like where this is going and sit back nervously. "my friend's girlfriend was a cheating bit-"

"Language." You cut him off, and Jungkook glares at you before continuing.

"As I was saying. My friend's girlfriend cheated on him, and now he's heartbroken. I want him to get with one of my other friends, but that friend is dating someone else. How would I do that?"

"What is this, some soap opera?" Jungkook socks you in the arm lightly and glares at you. "Okay, okay. Well, for starters, is the friend who's dating someone else's relationship toxic?"

"It's fake, that's for sure." You sigh.

"That's going to be the hardest part, I feel. But Jungkook, you also have to take into account everyone else's feelings. Your friends might not appreciate you making them break up with each other or trying to get them with someone so soon." Jungkook slumps in his chair.

"Alright. Thanks for your help." You smile at him.

"That's alright. Now, get out. I have a class soon."

"What class?"

"It's some health and safety regulations class. I don't like the professor, Mr. Han."

"Oh, Jimin's in that class too."

"Nice." You have nothing more to say, and leave Jungkook in the library, looking for a book.

———

"Remember, cross-contamination should be avoided at all costs. If there is any cross-contamination in the kitchen, you must remake the meal." The professor keeps staring in your direction, and you busy yourself in the textbook. Jimin looks at you worriedly. Somehow, he had managed to snatch the seat next to you.

"Are you alright?" You nod up at him.

"Yeah, I just hate this class because the professor knows my parents."

"Ah, so you're scared he might snitch on your grades to your parents." Jimin is joking, but he struck a small nerve.

"Something like that." You give a vague answer.

Jimin returns to his textbook, and you continue hiding behind yours. When the class ends, the teacher begins heading up towards you, and you dashi run run run right out there real fast. Jimin follows, confused. "What was that about?"

"The professor was approaching me, and I didn't feel like sitting through one of his monologues." You roll your eyes. "If I have to hear him talk about how my parents were amazing at food safety, I might have to cut my ears off."

"But what if he was going to ask you about an assignment?"

You level your eyes at Jimin. "Then he can just email me about it. Don't see why that needs a face to face meeting."

Jimin runs his hand through his hair. "You're incorrigible." You smile proudly, and Jimin laughs. "That's not something to be proud of."

"What do you mean? Of course it is." You nudge him with your elbow jokingly, and Jimin smiles.

"You know, Jungkook keeps trying to cook cauliflower pastries in the microwave. I love cauliflower a lot, but this is really out of hand."

"What." You are utterly befuddled. "The kid's trying to cook a freaking pâtisserie de chou-fleur? In the microwave? This man's delusional."

"A pastry de what now?"

You laugh at him. "Pâtisserie de chou-fleur is french for cauliflower pastry," you explain kindly.

"Chou-fleur is a cute word." You nod absentmindedly.

"Sure, it is. Jimin, my mom's coming to visit soon, so I have to get back to my dorm."

Jimin nods and leaves. You begin the trek home, passing by your favorite ice-cream stall and the library you work at. You can see Jungkook in there, reading what seems to be a cookbook. You hope he's not planning another out of this world recipe. (He probably is.)

As you climb the stairs, you feel sick to your stomach. You're not ready to see your mother again, after however many years of not interacting. You approach the door and unlock it after a minute of trying to find your keys and swing the door open. Inside is your mother, staring down at you with piercing eyes. "Mother! I didn't expect you until later!" Your mother tsks.

"Well, I'm here now. Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"I've been busy with college," you excuse, "but I've been meaning to call you."

"Yeah, sure." Your mother doesn't believe you. "Anyways, I went looking in your cabinets to see if you're eating healthy. What is this?" She gestures to your squirrel plate that she presumedly placed on the table.

"Ah, that. I saw it at a flea market and thought it'd be a kick." You play with your fingers, and your mother raises an eyebrow.

"We don't do flea markets." Thankfully, she drops the topic. Unfortunately, she moves on to a different subject. "I was talking to Mr. Han." You stiffen.

"Of course you were."

"Don't give me that lip, young lady." You resist the urge to roll your eyes, and your mother continues. "He told me that you're not really paying attention in his class."

"That's absolute connerie." Your mother gives you a sharp look, but you refuse to back down. "I've gotten straight-A's in that course." Your mother scoffs.

"That's not good enough. I also talked to Mr. Bang, and he says in your pastry courses, you got a C plus in the practical exam." Your mother taps her foot. "That is disappointing." Your mouth drops open in shock.

"You don't even like pastries," you accuse, and your mother narrows her eyes.

"I may not like pastries, but a C is unacceptable. Not for any child of mine. If you continue this kind of performance in school, you are getting pulled out immediately."

"A C is average! Every other time I've gotten A's. What's so bad about one measly C? I didn't even go to the college I wanted, I went here because you told me to! And a C is unacceptable?" Your mother slaps her hand on the table, and the squirrel dish rattles a little.

"I don't like your tone."

"I don't like your ideas on schooling." Your mother scoffs, but you turn on your heel. "I'm going out, and I think you should probably leave as well." Your mother squawks as she follows you out the door.

"I'm not finished (Y/N)!" You spin and glare at her.

"Mother, I've done everything you ever asked. I've never said no to your demands. I went to a culinary school, and I do my absolute best at culinary school. And you come here and have the audacity to tell me that I can never get a C in my life? And if I do, you're going to pull me out just like that? That is beyond unreasonable."

You storm off, and your mother watches your retreating form. You find yourself at the dorm of Jimin and Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry, Jungkook's not back from the library yet," Jimin says to you, and you sigh. "You can come in to wait if you want."

"Thanks," you say, and Jimin steps aside to let you in. "Hey, do you know of any cheap apartments?" You look at Jimin, and he pauses.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering." You lie, and Jimin nods.

"I get it. Sometimes I over plan too. But you know, relaxation is healthy. I always just bake when I am stressed."

"Sounds like...fun?" You don't know how to respond to that. "I'm glad it helps you out."

"Want to try?" The offer startles you. You look up at Jimin, confused.

"Right now? You want me to make cookies?" Jimin laughs.

"Maybe not cookies, but if you want, you can use the kitchen." You perk up.

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, just as long as I can eat the food too." You smack his shoulder, laughing.

"Agreed." You and Jimin head to the kitchen. You're unsure how this will pan out, but you're kind of excited. You don't even know why you're so happy. Something about Jimin just makes you smile. Maybe it's his endless energy, but you can't seem to stop smiling when he's around.

Before you can think much more, Jimin has pulled out sixteen different types of pots. "What are you planning to make?" he asks, a big smile on his face.

"I don't know. Cauliflower bread?" Jimin oohs.

"We have cauliflower!" Before you can do anything else, Jimin pulls out some cauliflower. "What next?"

You smile at his puppy-like enthusiasm and begin preparing to cook. Jimin was enthusiastic about everything as you teach him how to bake cauliflower bread. To be completely honest, you don't even like cauliflower. But for some reason, your heart loves it.

Time flies when you cook. As you put the loaf pan into the oven, the door swings open. "There's Jungkook," Jimin says. But instead of Jimin, it is Seoji who steps through the kitchen doorframe.

"What are you doing here?" She questions you strictly, and you have a feeling she's interrogating you.

"I'm make bread." You reply cautiously, and Seoji glares.

"Then were's Jungkook? He's supposed to be here with you, not Jimin." Your mouth drops open in shock at her forwardness.

"Jungkook is studying at the library, and last I checked, ex-girlfriends don't have the right to complain."

"I'll tell Jungkook you're cheating on him." The threat means nothing to you.

"You go ahead and do that. Who's Jungkook going to believe? His best friend's ex or his girlfriend?" Seoji shuts her mouth. "I thought so."

"Why are you here, anyway?" Jimin breaks in.

"I wanted to apologize to you and get back together." You hold back a scoff. It's been a week since they broke up, and Seoji is back already.

"That's not going to happen." To your surprise, Jimin shoots her down immediately. "Nothing can fix that, Seoji."

"Jimin, it was a one-time thing!"

"That's not what you said when we broke up," Jimin snaps, and you start to put two and two together.

Jungkook said that two of his friends broke up because of cheating. Was that couple Jimin and Seoji? Then who was the friend Jungkook wants Jimin to fall for? You don't know that many of his friends, only you and Jimin. Oh, and that guy who sits next to you and Jungkook in culinary services. What's his name again? Taeyong? Taehyun? You turn your attention back to the argument. It's still going strong. "I'll leave," you say, and everyone else's head snaps back to you. Seoji grins triumphantly, but Jimin reacts differently.

"No, you can stay. Seoji can leave." Seoji huffs but makes no move to leave.

"Sorry, but I can't. I don't really want to sit through this argument." You start to grab your things. "Pull the bread out of the oven after about forty or forty-five minutes." Jimin grabs your wrist, and you look up in shock. Seoji makes a disgusted face.

"No, no, please stay." It appears that was the last straw for Seoji, and she storms out of the dorm. You and Jimin watch her go, and someone else walks in. There's Jungkook, finally.

"Care to explain what's happening?" You yank your wrist away from Jimin, who seems slightly hurt.

"I was just heading out. I made cauliflower bread. It's in the oven, but still baking." You pat Jungkook on your shoulder and whisper in his ear, "I know who you were talking about when you were talking about your friends who were affected by cheating." Jungkook's ears turn red, and you leave. Hopefully, your mother is gone.