#bro this is creepy ahh help

[radaverse]

how to draw pepoino spageti from piza toer

[kkatastrophic]

Danganronpa V3 Chapter 3 Notes: (Daily/Deadly Life)

I've decided to put all my chp.3 notes on one document to keep them together for you guys to easily find! Here it is!

OMGGG THE STUDENT COUNCIL IS SO CUTE! (DRV3) Tsumugi, Tenko, Himiko, Angie, KEEBO!!! My respect for keebo has gone up, he's such a cutie!!!

TSUMUGI IS SO CUTE IN THAT PIC AHH I LOVE HER SMSMSMSMSMSM!!!

It's so sweet that Himiko is actually getting up and helping out! And it's cool Angie is teaching everybody about Atua... even though it's kinda creepy and fishy, it's nice that they're willing to learn.

Uh... Kaito? What's wrong bb, why are you so oddly quiet.... why do you have your hand up to your mouth like that?!

Bro I spent my first FTE with angie and gave her the red beret which she said she loved, but no further interactions were unlocked, and I didn't gain any friendship fragments? Anyway I did a couple more and...

Rare-Pair unlocked ahh moment

Bro are you kidding me I just spent time with Tenko and gave her something she liked and didn't get a fragment :( it's okay, I have another chapter with Angie, Tenko, Tsumugi, Himiko and all the people I want to spend free time with! (I hope...)

Training Trio... duo? Kaito flaked out? Erm what.

"Overthinking things and worrying about what I "need" to do... when I'm with Kaito, I feel like... all of that stuff just fades away." <- Oh, Shuichi I know what you are...

Wait... Kiyotaka Ishimaru is a god???

Tsumugi: "I've been wondering... does Atua have red eyes and hair as black as night?" <- KIYOTAKA??? HUH? HUH?

Angie: "Atua has whatever features you desire." <- Tsumugi and Taka good friends, canon event??? Pre-despair canon no clickbait?!

Tsumugi: "A red-eyed, black haired god.. Ah, what a cool God I have watching me!" <- heh fruity god "When can I meet him!? I want to meet him as soon as possible!" <- Oh... Uh about that...

(After Angie breaks the flashback light):

Angie you're acting too much like a protagonist here... the last person who tried to maintain peace in a Killing Game was Byakuya in SDR2...

Okay but Angies plan for a sacrifice is actually good, if you get somebody like Ryoma who didn't want to live, killing them in the time limit would be easy. She should've kept her plan among the Student Council, though. Because, now everybody knows her plan.

NVM She's reviving Rat-Ho Amami

Rate-Ho getting development caught in 4K? Will he come back and now what his talent is? EXCITING OMGGG!

Wait if Tenko's Atua is handsome like she says, does that make Atua a guy? <- Who Tenko likes?! Augh Tenko pls don't die, it's double murder time I reckon'-

Worrying about the next Victim with Nerd-Cat!:

ERM KAITO WHY ARE YOU ACTING ALL SUS ON ME MAN? DON'T GO DYING PLEASE POOKIE I LOVE YOUUU

Despair Disease coming back? Kaito bb is this what it is? KAITO DON'T HOLD IT IN, YOU HAVE TO TELL ME DUDE, PLEASE?! YOU WEREN'T AT TRAINING BB, DON'T GO OFF KILLING PEOPLE, DON'T DIE YOU HEAR ME DUDE?!

Fte with Kaito and Tsumugi:

KAITO LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO GAME, DON'T DO AN ISHIMARU ON ME BITCH LET ME HANG OUT WITH MOMOTA BEFORE HE GETS HIS ASS WHOOPED LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO RESS=adspoujwes I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH KAITO MO-

smoogie >:3

Are you fucking kidding me... I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUDENT COUNCIL LET ME HANG OUT WITH TSUMUGI TENKO AND ANGIE AUGHHHHH WHO DO I HANG OUT WITH NOW?!

Plan B: (FTEs)

@sleepy-pile-of-ashe told me to hang out with Kokichi this one time, so I'll do that for them :3

(*pulls a hammock out of my ass*) Here Kokichi!

And then I spent time with Maki, because I don't love her, but I want to love her, yk?

She's pretty chill, I feel bad for her. It must be a hard upbringing, but she's alr. :) I like her now after her first FTE.

Afterwards: "O-oh... hey bro perfect timing." Oh. Oh no. MFs who say "bro" don't come back from the KG the same. Oh no Kaito.

Training with Maki:

TENKO BB OMG HIII! ILYSM TENKO UR NOT BRAINWASHED HIIII OMG QWIAUOSDFHFJ

Angie is such a cutie though omg <3

OH MY GOD SHE MADE WAX STATUES OF THE DEAD STUDENTS WHAT THE FUCK THAT SCARED ME SO BAD???

I don't like Himiko x Tenko tho, because Himiko doesn't CARE about Tenko?? Tenko x Angie solos.

"Get mad! Get upset! Yell at me! Just fight back already! Do something!" Oh Tenko... (ishimondo flashbacks* "You are wrong! You have to be wrong! Mondo would never hurt a fly, he'd never murder anyone!" "Bro... bro what's wrong...?")

After trying to get Angie to stop the Seance with Tenko and Maki:

MAKI ROLL?! OMG THATS SO CUTE AHEFWUYAFHBSJWDNKHUEFDB

Oh! Kaito's just scared! Okay we good. (There's an underlying problem here guys, this isn't good but I'll take his fear of ghost stories into accountability.)

"Fear... why am I nervous...?" <- Every danganronpa protagonist before finding a body.

PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE BE SOMEBODY ELSE, ANYBODY ELSE, PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE

...

Body discovery #1:

ANGIE NO

Investigating/Seance:

I kinda forgot to document the investigation, but the seance is happening.

"Keep your chin up and live life facing forward! Survive with me and everyone else" ... Oh dear. Tenko. Please don't.

"Alright, Himiko! I'll see you later!

Kokichi: "I-I know... it wouldn't be funny if a body discovery announement happened during this."

Tenko: "Please don't jinx us!"

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Tenko: "Understood. I will not say a word until the seance is over!"

Tenko: "Okay, everyone! I'll see you guys after the seance!"

HELL NO SHE DID A RANDY!!! (Scream)

Tenko rn: :,)

(BTW I turned off the bgm for the caged child seance stuff because it'd be a better atmosphere overall.)

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THAT'S CREEPY BRO WHAT THE HELL?!

WHAT WAS THE *THUNK!* NOISE?!?!?!?

Kiyo: "Is the caged child... Angie Yonaga?"

What's...going on...?

Himiko: "What's wrong, why won't Angie answer?"

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There's blood under the cage... there's blood.... oh no... oh no. OH NO. TENKO?

:(

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KOKICHI WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING SCARED ME HOWD YOU GET ALL TJAT BLOOD ON YOU LIL BRO WHAT

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Okay this is getting long, I'll reblog with the trial notes while I'm doing it. It's gonna be quiet without Angie and tenko but we will live. I'll avenge them :3

[camp-queer-and-there]

lucille my old hag can you hit that

THIS SHIT LACED😭 im forreal a freak just lmk👀👅 ohio skibidi toilet oi oi oi😏 maxdesignpro WHAT!? HELP ME! HELP = 👍 fetus sebastian hes so ugly i cant would you rather have 1 million dollars or CANCER! art is lowkey so amazingly beautiful...gigachad sigma LET HIMM COOK!🗣️🗣️ uwu >_< anyone got anyone spongebob x reader👀 only in eastern latvia💀 ohio final boss grimace shake charlie the steak ishowspeed kai cenat the amazing digital circus pomni garten of banban caseoh gyatt super mogger looksmaxxing based and redpilled diabolical lick😈erm what the sigma oh! thats not!- getting my top surgery done at claires POV: youre ben shapiros mom and hes convincing to let him get gta5 i feel like calling you a slur.. what type of gay are you, since you dont have it in your bio... the european mind cannot comprehend this drew phillips: hello im drew phillips the ahh magic i finna be in the pit on cap. 123°!? gurrrll we are not thanksgiving turkeys😂and thats on period fahrenheit lankybox elisocray INSANE UNBOXING! gegagedigedagedago we can go gyatt for gyatt fuck that we can go rizz for rizz 19 bucks for the fortnite card double pump with the fanum tax THE BIG APPLE! drake vs kendrick beef p diddy dr disrespect annoying orange if garlic was a person my name is drake and im here to say.. kendrick lamar your disses arent okay! diss me diss me now you gotta kiss me quandale dingle mf doom dookie baby girl my pookie wubbleshmubble kins whats hurts more than being yelled at be skinned alive probably pov: i am your cashier during february (and i notice you are black) you look like tyler the creator if he was in my dreams ray william johnson sybrian dancing lady oh when the saints go marching in oh when the saints go marching in todoroki gives birth alone jumbo josh is lost in the zumb sauce lightskin touch the moon bozo cant im walking my fish why are frogs so stupid show me your griddy show me your griddy.... show me your... DOHHH THATS ONE WAY TO HIT THE GRIDDY. THATS ONE WAY TO HIT THE GRIDDY grwm to go to bath and body works temu workers getting ready to clock in day in the life of a twitch streamer your final challenge.. let yo bih go through your phone!... AH HELL NAW YO ASS TWEAKIN JIGSAW quavo stop thats the gayest shit ever amoeba sisters angst preppycon 2024 kart ride into spongebob youve been here before.. a weirdcore dreamcore kidcore clowncore playlist. my talking tom her body tea is insane😭 my aura is unmatched DO NOT PLAY CREEPY BATH GAME AT 3AM!!!!!!!! *THIS IS WHY* ALMOST DROWNED school isnt done but i am💀 omg u did call me baby.. maybe ..omg did he call her baby.. maybe.. im not okay..... bark for me. pov family dinner😭💀why u so pissed ...what me when i get mustard for christmas yall when i put on my dad fit "FREAKYbob" I AINT ANSWERING!! HELPP IM DEADDDD wait no im not maya winky boyfriend takes you out to eat but his opps slide on him [boyfriend asmr] mrbeast might ne TOO BIG to he cancelled squid games i hope someone dies and goes to hell today me staring at the sephora employee in the eye as i "sample" a $800 perfume cats when you cover their cage with a blanket blud thinks hes the main character💀 omg a rare gyatt sighting ninja fortnite sneako the ocky way new yorkian vermontian how 10 yr old me felt after putting "i dont speak tags" in an argument holy fricking smokes dude.. my cut is insane... shout out to my barber dawg! bro thinks hes the thinker waterless baked water what i would wear to my isis execution why did my dog just punch me😓 #STOPBULLYING💯

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what

- ⌛

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Parallels

Flowey hates Sans. A lot.

He hates him.

He's so annoying.

He always messed up his runs. Always stopped him from achieving his goals. He always got in his way! Especially when he's trying to see what happens when his loved ones are harmed.

Doesn't he understand that it's what he needs to do to FEEL?!

Give him a break.

There are other things he hates about him too.

That stupid grin.

He loved it when he saw them smile. He always made sure they had a reason to smile.

His stupid jokes.

"Hey, check this out! A perfect snowball!"

"Hmm... It looks more like a snowdecahedron to me!"

"Hee hee hee! That was an excellent joke, my child!"

"..."

"What's the matter, Azzy? Did someone get your GOAT?"

"...I'm not playing with you anymore."

His creepy expressions.

"Come on, just look!"

"No way! You're doing that creepy face again!"

"I'm not! I promise!"

"..."

"..."

"AHH!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

"Grr!!! Not funny, Chara!!"

But what he hates about him most of all... doesn't have much to do with HIM, but it's also about his brother.

Now, he doesn't dislike this guy's brother. In fact, he would even call them friends.

He was very friendly when they first met.

"OH!!! HELLO, LITTLE FLOWER!!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

"Uhh... Oh! Flow... Flowey! Flowey the flower!"

"WOWIE!!! WHAT A CHARMING NAME!!! NICE TO MEET YOU, FLOWERY!!!!"

"...It's Flowey."

"FLOWEY!!! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!!"

"Nice to meet you... Papayas."

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!!"

And he had been friendly ever since.

When he first met him, though... He's gotta admit, he was... also friendly.

"FLOWERY!!! THIS IS MY BROTHER, SANS!!!"

"Oh... Um. Howdy!"

"howdy hey."

But seeing how those two treated each other... It only reminded him of what he USED to have. Times he could never get back, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many times he'd reset.

"CHECK IT OUT, BROTHER!!! THE PERFECT SNOW PAPYRUS!!!"

"hm."

"WHAT IS IT?"

"i dunno. i wouldn't call it perfect."

"OH. IS SOMETHING MISSING?"

"i think so. looks like it needs... more muscles."

"SANS!!! OH MY GOD!!! ........YOU'RE RIGHT!!! I'LL GET ON THAT RIGHT AWAY!!!!!"

"what? me? right about something?"

"I KNOW, IT'S QUITE THE ANOMALY!!!"

He wondered what they would have said if they saw his snowman. Something similar, maybe. Or perhaps just another tease.

He teased his brother a lot.

"hey, everyone. check out how cool my baby bro is."

"FOUR MINUTES, SANS!!!!"

"what? four minutes 'til you're cool?"

"NO, OUR AGE GAP IS LITERALLY FOUR MINUTES!!! I AM NOT A BABY!!!!!"

"oh, sorry. i must've gotten it confused cuz of the junior jumble you got in your hand."

"THAT'S IT!!!! BROTHER TUSSLE!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!"

"aaaaaaaa hehehehehe no bro i'm sorry aaaaaaa"

If he had the limbs, or the means, he would've broken the two up on the spot. He hates it when they tussle. He hates it when they're together. He hates them doing anything.

Well, not Papyrus. The other one.

He doesn't even want to think about his name. Smiley trashbag.

He doesn't want another reminder of THEM.

And HE is the living reminder of them.

Trashbag and Chara never met, but if they did, he guaranteed that they would be fairly good friends.

No. Shove away that thought. He would never let them be friends.

Not how they were friends with him, anyway.

Why does he get to be here? Why does he get to be ALIVE? Why aren't THEY alive?!

If it weren't for his brother, he would have dusted him on the spot. It would be so easy. Even his description described him as the easiest enemy.

The description was a lie.

He knew that Trashy was onto him. In the timelines where he was trying to help everyone, he was more or less civil, but Flowey never missed the glances that the skeleton shot his way.

"What are you looking at?"

"eh, nothin'. just keeping a close eye socket on ya, is all. you could never know what trouble you could get into."

"..."

"hey, what's that look for? don't worry too much. it's a nice environment, and the people are friendly. perhaps it's even worth making a few friends."

"...Haha. Right."

He definitely knows something.

But what? He didn't want to find out.

And he certainly didn't want him to find out anything more.

What? Scared? He's not scared of him! Look at him! He's just a short, greasy weakling who was too stupid to realise what the true meaning of this world is!

And he's certainly not cool, either!

He didn't know what he was even thinking with the last conversation he had with Papyrus.

"OH MY GOD!!!"

"What is it, friend?"

"YOUR WINK!!! IT LOOKS... FAMILIAR..."

"What are you talking about, you goofball?"

"YOU LOOKED... SO MUCH LIKE SANS."

"WHAT. No, I didn't!!!"

"YOU DID!!! OH MY GOD!!! THAT WAS SO CUTE!!!"

"You spend too much time with your brother!!!"

"WAIT A MINUTE!!! I NEED A SIDE BY SIDE COMPARISON!!! SANS!!!!! SANS, COME HERE!!!!! I HAVE SOMETHING AMAZINGLY CUTE TO SHOW YOU!!!!!"

"(yawn) what is it, bro?"

"IT'S FLOWERY!!! HE MADE THE SAME FACE YOU DO WHEN YOU TELL JOKES!!! JUST LOOK AND... HEY!! WHERE DID HE GO?"

He hates him. So. So. SO. MUCH.

And if he could help it, he would never let him get in the way ever again.

And if he could help it...

He would never have to be reminded of the bond he lost, either.

[cinnamilkekouhai]

Toman! Mikey Confessed to Komi! Reader!!

Reader has overcomed her communication disorder

Song suggested：Night Changes by One Direction

Author extra：HOLY SH- I WAS ALL BLUSHING WHEN I WROTE THIS CAUSE ITS UWJSHHAHS-

Everybody knows that Mikey is obsessed with u, i mean, who doesnt like u? U r beautiful, intelligent, talented and kind, he's always the first and eager one to participate in any activities u came up with, he doesnt care if the idea was dumb or not, he just likes to be with u. He will often watch u from afar, seeing u walking to school, seeing u paying attention to classes with that lovesick expression that made draken go 'wtf'.

He also gets jealousy very easily when somebody hit up on u, one time his entire mood was spoiled and the atmosphere is just so creepy when he destroyed every punching bag in his grandpa's dojo out of anger just because he saw a guy talking to u, he wanted to beat the shit out of that person but he had to tell himself to hold back because he doesnt wanna scare u. He clenched his fist in anger, he kept his eye on u until emma and hinata walked u home, then he followed u along with draken who was being dragged along-

When it comes to u, mikey was surprisingly very detailed, what r your likes and dislikes, fav food, fav place, fav store and even how many cat friends u've made, he always find a chance to get closer to u, so everytime he will invite u to hang out and maybe join the toman meeting, eventually his hardwork paid off, u now considered him as a bestfriend.

Even tho hes not the first friend u've made (emma and the girls r the first) but hes your closest male friend. U told him about this once when u guys were hanging out, and oh god mikey exe. stop working. He then showed off this news to his bestfriends, he texted them while kicking his legs like a highschool girl in excitement and his face is hella red.

[My-🔑]：Y/N CHAN JUST CALLED ME HER BESTFRIEND AHH

[Drak🥚]：Mikey i can hear u screaming from miles away

[BestbroMitsu]：Congrates Mikey!

[ImSoSmart]：Oi mikey, r u gonna tell her or what, and chifuyu, wtf r u doing

[I♥PekeJ]：Baji san, im just feeding PekeJ

[My-🔑]：Idk if i should tell her, If i confessed to her and she rejects me, i will be putting this friendship in danger.

[Takemichi]：But u continue to be love in silent isnt an option either! What if someone else confessed to her first, did u even see her locker?? All filled with love letters.

[My-🔑]：I just have to get rid of them all! Y/n chan didnt even need to read those stupid letters.

[Drak🥚]：Bro-, just go confess, seeing u like this kinda hurts me

[My-🔑]：Aww! Ken-chin r u worry about me??

[Drak🥚]：I DO NOT!

[BestbroMitsu]：But takemichi has a point tho, u cant just go on killing that person who confessed to her because u were afraid to ruin this relationship.

[I♥PekeJ]：I mean, look at y/n chan, shes so happy when she is talking to mikey. Maybe we should ask her if she like someone.

[ImSoSmart]：I almost forgot, where r the twins?

[Takemichi]：Souya and Nahoya? They say they r helping with the ramen thing if i remember.

The boys continue to chat while mikey is just lying down staring into the ceiling. He has a crush on u for 8 months but he wanted to go further to be more than just bestfriends, he have been trying so hard to make it not obvious that he likes u but your presence alone just drives him crazy, the way u talk and the way u look. He wanted to ask emma if u have someone in mind but afraid that this question will be soon heard into your ears, and then u will know about his crush on u and bro couldn't expect the worst.

'should i confessed? What if she rejects me? Then im putting this friendship in danger, i dont want that, i wanna stay close to her.. But takemitchy may be right.'

On the other hand, u were texting and chatting with the girls on the phone, u guys were talking about types of guys yall like and etc, then they suddenly turned to u.

[Emma♡]：Y/n Chan! Do u have someone in mind??

[Hina🌻]：Yea! Im curious too, i wonder what type of guys does a goddess like u take interest in!

[Senju🐑]：Oo i wanna know too

[Yuzuha🌸]：Spill the tea!

Tbh, u actually DO have someone in mind, its none other than your male BFF, mikey.

[Y/n Chan]：Yes..i actually liked someone, hes always been so close to me, he is considered the strongest, he is also caring, full of energy and a funny perso-

[All]：It's mikey isnt it?

[Y/n Chan]：EHH????? How did u guys know!?

[Emma♡]：Besides us, who is your most closest male friend? Yep its Mikey

[Hina🌻]：And y/n chan u r always smiling so happily when u r with him^^

[Yuzuha🌸]：And number one, who the hell can be considered the strongest other than mikey

[Senju🐑]：And number two, hes the first person in my mind when u said 'full of energy'

[Y/n Chan]：U-uhh im gonna go bed! Bye!

_Y/n Chan has logged off_

U cupped your cheeks in embarrassment, now the girls know u liked mikey and they r very excited, Especially emma, she knows her cute brother have been obsessed u and have been wanting to confess but hes afraid u will reject him, but the answer turn out to be better! U like him too, now mikey finally have the chance.

Emma Sprints to mikey's room, she opens the door to find mikey looking at your photo while mumbling 'should i confess' emma have seen this alot of times so who cares! She then showed mikey the text and told him u liked him too. Mikey was speechless, he couldn't process what happen, u really liked him too? Is this a dream? If this is a dream, dont wake him up, after asking emma a 100th times if this was an edited text, he then looked at your photo, picked up the phone and talked to his bestfriends about this, so now, the girls and boys r coming together to give u something special..

The next day, the sano sibling and draken showed up at your house as usual to walk to school together with u, on the way, u noticed a guy who is need of help for finding something. U look down at your feet and found a phone.

U picked it up and hand it to that person, the guy held your hand out of gratitude for finding his phone and u were startled by it, this action alone already made mikey's face darkened, but what the guy said later is what really getting on mikey's nerves.

"U look so pretty! Ive never seen someone so beautiful, Do u have a boyfriend? Do u wanna be mine? May i have your phone number and name?"

"Uhh sorry to interupt, but y/n chan we gotta go"

Emma dragged u away in disgust because number 1 that person held your hand without your consents, and number 2 she know her bff is pretty and aint no freaking way shes letting that creep ruining her brother's love life.

Both girls quickly headed their way to school, and back to mikey, shit he is really triggered- he went forward and straight up punched the guy right in face that sents him flying-

The guy looked up and was in face to face with mikey's full on killer face. Without hesitation, mikey step on the guys's face hard that caused him to fall again, he continuously stomped on it while giving him a dead warning.

"Dont u ever show up your face again infront of MY Future Wife, If it isnt for her i might have killed u on the spot. U dont wanna know what im capable of and what im gonna do to u if u ever breath in the same air as her again."

If draken werent there to stop him, mikey might have actually kill that person on 'accident', the guy scurried away while being deeply traumatized, even tho mikey is just a teenager, his atmosphere and strength itself already made a full grown adult break into cold sweat.

-School Lunchtime

U meet up with mikey behind the school to eat your lunch together, even a dummy could see how happy mikey is to be able to eat with u, and eat the bento U made for him. He only wants to feed u, cause this is what lovers do right? His cheeky smile just made your heart skip a beat for a few seconds, its pretty much the same day for u, but the things is, your other friends r no where to be found. U asked mikey where r the boys and he just shrugged his shoulder, u thought that they r probably busy with their school work.

It was evening when your school work was done and u headed down the path, u were expecting mikey to be there but u were instead greeted by your fav girl friends at the gate, and mikey and the boys was still not there, instead of hugging u like they usually do, emma put a blindfold on u, hinata and senju held each of your hand to make sure u dont fall, yuzuha carried your bag for u and emma lead the way to a certain place.

U r just so confuse at this point because u were totally not expecting this, u wanna know what happen and whats with the blindfold thingy.

"huh?? Where r we going? Whats this?"

"hehe, just follow us y/n chan! Dont trip"

Lmao the girls were giggling so hard that made u extra confuse but u still follow them, after 10 mins of walking, u have arrived and it what it feels like a field to u since the amount of grass u felt below your feet as u walk, emma sat u down a bench and by the time u realized it, it was already a little dark outside, infront of u was a small clif in an angle of the city down there, u were fascinated by the view and wanted to get up but yuzuha just pressed your shoulder down to let u stay on the bench.

Just when u thought the girl's intention where just to bring u here to see the view, emma suddenly said "shes here u can come out now" then a voice and multiple footsteps can be heard behind, u turned around and was facing a whole lot bushes of wild red roses and firefiles, toman was just standing there creating a large circle and mikey seems to be standing in the middle, holding what seems to be like a red rose. U stood up and walk towards him, wanting to know about the situation

Before u can even react, he was already near u and Kneeled on One knee?? U r flustered and turned your head to the right, facing the girls, who were all giggling so hard like a little child, u then turned you head to the left, looking at toman who were all happy and worked up, then u heard mikey whisper to u softly.

"hey y/n, pay attention to me.."

U turned your head back to mikey and had a face-to-face contact with his soft look, u then notice that he has his gang jacket hanging on his shoulder while he just had a simple bandage wrap around his stomach on his body. U held up one of your head to cover your mouth cause u r blushing so hard, which mikey finds it cute. He held on one of your hand started to speak loud and clear to everybody about his confession to u.

"U know, when i first met u, i thought it was blessing, from your appearance and personality, to the day i know u r the right one for me, i swear to all my life i will make u the most happiest girl ever, i promise to protect u and adore u. I've never knelt down before, you were my first. So y/n, will u be my girlfriend?"

With that saying, he hand u the rose while looking all lovesick at u, just then, toman suddenly started roaring cheering and clapping 'Get Togther! Get Together!', u lowered your head while holding onto the rose. Just as mikey thought u r gonna reject him, u said out the ans that its a dream for him to ever hear that, Especially from u.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend.."

Mikey could not believe his ears, he grabbed onto u and spin u around in circles, i dont think hes gonna stop until u told him to because u r getting a bit dizzy, everyone was cheering for the new couple and the girl friends were all just giving 'my child has grew up' vibe. Mikey hugged u tight and buried his face into your neck while whispering something into your ears.

"do u know how many times ive been dreaming of this? My dear y/n u made me so happy that u finally belong to me.."

With that aside, he placed a soft kiss on you, and man that was your first kiss! U r now covering your face with your palm, face and ears red, with mikey holding u in his arm not wanting to let go and toman's cheering kept roaring, making this night extremely memorable in your life.

This is truely a special surprise..

[astridthevalkyrie]

aot characters' favorite mha characters bc i'm funny (not meant to be taken seriously in the slightest pls)

eren—loves ochako uraraka but he breaths a little heavily every time shigaraki’s on screen

everyone thinks it would be bakugo but he saw him being mean to an armin kinnie (deku) and huffed through his nose and now he’s a bakugo anti

mikasa—bops to the hero too song but jirou isn’t her favorite character since she’s “too emo”

bakugo became her favorite as soon as he stepped up on stage in the sports festival and told everyone he was gonna win, she shed a single and called the entire gang extras after that

armin—tries so hard not to have deku as his favorite character but tbh it’s just like when he watched encanto and saw mirabel it was like it was meant to be

cries when deku eats all might’s hair

coincidentally also a huuuuge all might stan and defender who actually gets pissy everytime someone slanders him

jean—“ew i don’t watch that gay hero show” (momo bc “hot and underrated leader”)

also ojiro because “there’s just something ab that guy's voice…”

sasha—denki :) jean makes kissy faces at her when connie looks away and when connie doesn’t look away. sasha thinks it’s an invitation to make out. it isn’t.

but also momo bc of the boobs

connie—“this toga mfer is creepy as helllll”

unironically stans sir nighteye and cried when he died and makes a hate shrine dedicated to overhaul (“isn’t that a video game lolzzz” “that’s overwatch you fucking moron”)

historia—aizawa DICKRIDER bro she screamed when he cut his leg off and eren paused to shout at her for six minutes during which she kept crying about the leg

also saw dabi’s backstory and her face was just permanently stuck like this ☹️ becomes a dabi fan only after that so eren accuses her of being fake bc he’s a hater

ymir—“that girl with the green hair that moves and shit”

says she likes bakugo because he’s funny but the first time hawks appeared on screen her eyes were WIDE and she giggles a bit every time he’s in the show after that

reiner—“oh definitely mirio”

“is it because you’re also a better version of the main character”

eren: “hey what the FUCK actually” giggles and twirls hair cutely “reiner mirio’s actually in my top five too”

cried when aoyama was exposed he was like ong that’s me

bertholdt—he also likes uraraka but his one and only fav character is hagakure 

there’s not much to be said there but when he told everyone that mikasa was like “yiiiiiiiikes 😬 aren’t you literally the colossal titan too 😂”

annie—she says it’s endeavor and everyone groans really loudly and connie says “ofc you like him abusive dad ahh dickrider”

her second fav is toga. 

and her third fav is wash.

erwin—hero commission president blonde lady 

this one ->  

says he wishes he bought levi as a child

levi isn't happy about that

hange—obviously the evil doctor who helps all for one

she also thinks all for one is hot

“i wanna look at the frog girl’s tongue soooo bad”

levi—mr compress

[flakytartart]

CONVENTION AUTOGRAPHS!! LET'S GO!!!!

Sarah Wiedenheft, my favorite voice actress for Takagi-san?

Check. She was so sweet when signing my photo, I didn't realize her voice was naturally that high! She has such a beautiful signature and personality.

Keith Silverstein, voice of Mondo-fuckin'-Owada (nice to meet ya)?

Check. I also got him to sign my Trigger Happy Havoc group print, along with Asahina's VA as well (more on her later). He was hella friendly and told me that he just got that Mondo print like 3 conventions ago. God bless him and the artist for that because I didn't have any merch for him to sign. 😭 A real dope guy, he even asked before hand if it was okay for him to swear in order to quote Mondo lol!

Now on to my grails...

TOHRU ADACHI!!

Voiced by the wonderful Johnny Yong Bosch! ✨️

I already spoiled this one with an earlier post but I wanna include it anyway! Despite how awkward the quote sounds (I originally told him to write something about helping me get out of a TV but I backpedaled out of embarassment) I'm quite happy with this. I'm unsure if he realizes how many fans are into Adachi? I can't be the only girl to have admitted that to him.

MORGANA!!!

Voiced by the lovely Cassandra Lee Morris!!! ✨️

AHH she was so nice!!! I was so nervous and had a hard time keeping my cool. I told her I adore Morgana and that he's like a baby to me. I got to show her my ita display, got signatures for my Danganronpa print + an Epic 7 Cecilia print for my bf, then gave her some old (but gold) fanart I drew with a letter on the back. She said I was so sweet for that and I just wanted to scream, it was so-!!! 🥹💞

I gave her my Morg to hold while taking pictures- the second pic is of us button mashing his head. 1000/10 absolute dream come true!!!!! ❤️

AND FINALLY. GIVE IT UP FOR MY FAVORITE COPY CAT KILLER:

MITSUO KUBO!!!!

Voiced by the amazing Kyle Hebert!! ✨️

(Shoutout to @cierv-o-robot-o for this absolutely PERFECT commission!! You're my hero!!!!!! 🥹🙏)

Bro when they announced that Kyle Hebert was coming to Kon I literally jumoed out of my chair and started running around the house like a maniac. I was so fucking excited

When it came to the convention I awkwardly got in line, paid for 2 prints (my Mitsuo + a Kazuichi) and a photo and waited. When I went up I told him I loved him as Kazuichi (pretty sure he drew the heart on there because I said I find him handsome) and that his voice sounds wonderful no matter what role he's playing. After that I kind of geeked out on him - I said I was "the fucking biggest Mitsuo Kubo fan ever, I promise you." 😭 I didn't mean to be that intense about it but I was so excited, I just had to let him know that Mitsuo has fans. A couple. At LEAST one (Mitsuo mutuals I'd never forget about you I was just flipping out).

He signed my print and I gave him a little packet that had fanart by me, a note, and 2 of the Mitsuo charms (game + anime versions). He said I was the first person he's ever seen get excited about Mitsuo before. For some reason I felt really proud about that? 🥲💓 I yapped for a little while after about how I also recognized his voice as the creepy stalker in Persona 4 Dancing in the hopes of letting him know that no matter how minor the role, there are fans. We said our thank yous, then I turned around and literally ran to gush about what just happened to my friends who were waiting close by. Which means...

I ALMOST DIDN'T GET THIS PICTURE. I WAS SO EXCITED THAT I RAN AWAY IN EMBARSSSMENT AND FORGOT TO TAKE A PICTURE. Luckily my friend is a huge Gohan fan and went up to his booth to get an autograph shortly after I was done freaking out. It was only then did I realize that I paid for a picture. x'V I told his assistant that I didn't get a picture, they worked it out, and I shamefully went back up for a pic. 🥹 He was nice about it, I appreciate his patience.

Waaahh it was all so cool, I'm so honored to have been able to talk to all of these incredibly talented voice actors!!! 💞💓💘❤️🥰 I hope to see them again in the future, I'll be sure to be prepared and to come with more gifts. FINAL KAZUICHI FLASHBANG GRAHHHH 💥💥💥

[yykins]

camping? no way! | kim jiwoong

summary: to celebrate the university's 48th anniversary, you and all of the students went camping.

pairing: kim jiwoong x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning:  curse (sh*t)

note: the story is a little too fast, cuz my brain isn't working while making this anyways i hope y'all enjoy/like it!

First of all

I hate camping. yes. i do.

Especially when it's a school activity.. there's this BAD part of it where yk people doing some shit together at the tent while the teachers is away, not minding other people who is just there trying to sleep or relaxed. OR all of your classmates sitting together in a circle while the campfire is on the middle, and they be playing truth or dare omg ykyk doing some nasty shit eh, IHATETHATGAMESOMUCH!

Now for the GOOD part. The only good part on here is i'm with my best friend, we're just here to enjoy and most importantly appreciate the nature YES, we gonna appreciate it everyone cuz if we didn't we will be doomed.

~~~

“ i hate this ” i mutter while building my own personal tent. I didn't actually agreed to be in here, my friend just keeps telling me to come with her and she said it will be so boring if i'm not in there, she has no one to talk to.

My friend scoff in response. “ c'mon this is your first time going on a camping, why don't you just enjoy the presence of the nature around you hm ” she said while smiling at me.

I just looked at her blankly, how i am supposed to be enjoying this. i'm an indoor person trying out outdoor activities, the heck.

"don't worry, he also agreed to be in here" she said smirking. i quickly looked at her. "girl don't tell me.." i said while trying to stop myself from smiling.

"Yes. he agree-" i jumped happily and quickly hugged her. “ THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AHH" bro, now i know how am i gonna enjoy this.

~~~

Today is the day where i'm gonna die.

Getting lost in the woods is definitely a very common situation, right. well guess what?

Yep that's a great guess. i'm lost! unfortunately, i'm unlucky today, it's been an hour since i'm in here. I'm starting to feel a little hungry and also the sun is on the middle which means it's only noon.

My friend and i was planning to take a stroll on the forest, which is stupid for both of us to agree. Now i'm all alone because my idiot friend just left me in this stupid forest.

I've been walking around and i feel like i'm walking in circles, my legs is starting to feel like giving up, so i sat at the stone for awhile and look around, haven't seen any suspicious in here, it's just full of giant trees and big stones.

"This is not a great timing on getting lost, WHY?"

After i said that, i hear something, i quickly look at my right which is where i heard it, this is so fucking creepy, c'mon man, i hope it's just an animal that's not deadly. I was literally hugging myself because of the fear, bro. I don't know what to do, i'm not prepared in this kind of situation.

My feet is starting to come to where the sound was, dude my curiosity can't handle this. Oh my god i hope it's just a deer or maybe a bear that is friendly?? cuz if it's not, i'm so dead.

"Wait hold up- a bear that is friendly have you lost your mind?!"

I faced palm myself.

I moved the bushes away and peek slowly, i sigh in relief, there is no one, oh my god, thank you lord! Praise the lord everyone!

Someone tapped my shoulder which make me screamed in fear. I look behind me, omg it's him... wait- IT'S HIM !? Yow wait- Bro, it's him, what am i supposed to do?! shit i'm panicking. I quickly cleared my throat and fix myself.

"hey jiwoong.." help i'm shitting on my pants right now, my man was lookin' fine today eh.

"hey.. what are you doing in here? are you somehow taking stroll? or..?"

"yeah, i AM taking a stroll.. heh, what about you? what are you doing in here?"

"you know just fishing.. i was about to go on that way, when i see you slowly peeking on the bushes, it was quite funny tho" He said while trying to hold his laugh. dang man that was cute- i mean.

"oh HAHAHAHAH, yeah, i mean it's you.. you know the person that i've been longing to.. sh*t." I quickly ran out in scene. That was so embarrassing!

It's been an hour since that happened, and it still lingers in my mind. after that i finally found my way back and went straight in to my tent.

"wow man, what a day.. i just wanna go home"  i stretch my back and untie my shoes putting them in my bag, i change in to one of my t-shirt and gray sweatpants. I unzip my tent's zipper and sat. "it's indeed cold today no?" i look at my left and yep, my man is already here.

"oh- yeah it is, they didn't lie eh, how did you get in here so fast?"

"ahh, i don't know.."

"oh k" i just nodded in response 'this is awkard as hell'. "you know what? your quite an interesting one.. might also consider your comfession earlier, hm?" he said as he plastered a smile on me.

Damn, my prayers have been answered.

[boreal-sea]

Hellraiser 1 live blogging

Summary: That was fucking fun. Amazing special effects, fun plot, characters I liked, and just all around absolutely deserving of its place as a horror classic.

that seems like a sweaty way to solve a box

Oh this is a fun place, look, a face!

So this guy has a brother he hasn't seen in ages.

Julia doesn't like the house. Rocky marriage, too. This weird house isn't gonna help lol. Ew, buggies. I do appreciate older movies using real bugs. Larry! Come look! A terrifying... mattress?

Frank is the brother I guess.

Then who is phone?

Kirstie has found a room, a room better than a creepy house.

Oh no, scary sex party photos. He was kinda handsome tho. Are you stealing that photo, Julia? Naughty.

Hey mover dude, stop leering.

Hello again Kirstie. Hello, ominous bridge. Hello, ominous bushes and trees. Hello ominous farmhouse.

"This is a big house" I've seen like 3 rooms so far.

"Her mother's dead". Lol. I'd heard that line before.

Julia, you got the hots for the broooo. I would also be kinda seduced by brother frank out in the rain.

Julia isn't concerned with you, Kirstie, she has an old photo to make out with. And to stand ominously at the top of the stairs with.

Now for ze attic. And erotic memories. Nice. I think? She seems into it, sort of? Kinda hard to tell, but modern-day her is totally into the - oh ok, yeah, she was totally into it.

Oh that nail is gonna be involved and I can't watch lol. *looks away*

Did she orgasm from that memory?

Ew that's a lot of blood. Bro why didn't you get a towel?

House: "slurp"

Ahh, the tell tale heart.

See, these effects are great. I really do believe this floor is bubbling with demonic energy and resurrecting a disgusting man. Fuck this sequence is awesome. Yeah I can watch this, but not a guy getting stabbed by a nail. Don't ask, I can't explain it either. That fucking rocked.

And dinner party, complete with laughter that sounds like it's coming from a studio audience. Also, you WILL get drunk, no leaving allowed! Except Julia, she's allowed.

Mmm whispers. Welcome back to the attic.

Kinda hard not to look at you bro. This makeup is awesome, and I love his dialogue? It's so casual, but also coming from a horrible flesh zombie, it's great. "Help me, will ya?" He needs more blood.

Ominous lurking, Julia. Love the lighting.

Kirstie, awkwardly: "Gnight." lol

Hello creepy fisherman dude. No idea if he's a fisherman but he looks like one. Ah, smack talking Julia. She IS fucking weird.

Of course he sleep talks. And Julia plots, and thinks about sex.

Frank's makeup is so fucking good. Thank you, 80's movie, for lighting your characters.

Oooh this is a cool effect. What's going on here? Oh, it's Kirstie dreaming. You know I give her credit for immediately calling. Too bad he's gonna die immediately after the phone call. Right? (no)

Hey Frank, you're not allowed to think about Kirstie, you already have a lady. Am I judging a dead zombie man? Yes.

Oh, so is Julia gonna grab a random stranger dude? And not kill her husband? Sorry, random dude. Come on Julia, think up an excuse like, "let's not fuck right in front of the door, idiot". I mean, he's sleazy, but probably doesn't deserve murder. He is dumb though. Julia isn't very good at this fake seductress thing, but it IS her first time. I think I would've stabbed him by now though. LOL whitie tighties. So unsexy. Woooo murdered. In his undies, how undignified.

I do love Julia's earrings, those kick ass. Tortoiseshell stars, fuck yeah. Very 80's.

You did a bad job cleaning yourself up Julia.

Mmm crunchy yum yums.

Ew he's even squishier. So slimy. Ew, no Frank, I don't wanna touch you either.

"Come to daddy" is going to make me laugh forever now.

I wonder how much porn there is of half-alive Frank.

Julia needs to dispose of a body, just give her a sec! Larry, you're kinda dumb.

Julia, you didn't really think you'd get away with murdering just one guy did you? I imagine salty skin on bare... muscle? would be very painful.

Oof, customer service. Yeah, you know, a complaining Karen and Dude Eating the Crickets sounds about right for customer service.

Welcome home, victim #2. "I like to be careful" - murdered. lol. Julia is a lot more chill about it this time, also she's becoming sexier! You know I will say she was very quickly on board with this whole murder thing. Hm Frank, you're still looking a little slimy, do you think you should be wearing clothes yet?

Ok so the cenobites introduced you to BDSM.

Julia is bored by boxing. "I've seen worse" LMAO. Also Larry, shouldn't this stuff make YOU sick? You're the guy who hates blood. Oh Larry, don't be a hero. "Guess I gotta seduce my own husband to keep him from going to the attic". Does she care a little for Larry? I think she probably doesn't want him to die, at the very least.

lmao how did Larry not see those rats?

Whoah Frank just slippin by there. Ooo he's gonna do a murder. Can Larry not hear her say no?? I'm so confused. Oh no, he was just ignoring her. Turd.

Marriage talk with your kiddo. It sure is "way beyond" you buddy.

Ah, marriage talk with the zombie.

Oh no, Kirstie is gonna get the wrong idea. Sorry kiddo, your step mom isn't cheating on your dad! Well ok, yes, she is - but not with that particular dude. Actually, the worse crime here is she's a big ol murderer. Oh wait is Kirstie actually witnessing the murder a little? I can't tell. She seems very concerned though.

I appreciate Larry wants to keep Julia from seeing the worst of the murdering. I also appreciate the crunchy noises.

I love that the whole house just constantly creaks for no reason. Nooo don't go in the attic. Eeeew icky touchy uncle Frank.

I don't know if she's necessarily smart for stealing the box, but she was smart to use it to get away.

Why is the nurse watching the "flowers opening" channel? This doctor is being so fucking weird lol. "Yeah you were found wandering, passing out, covered in blood but uh, we're gonna treat you like a criminal."

ooh, the box likes to pretend it's pretty, pink sparkles! Seems like the box can pretty much solve itself, don't know why Frank was all sweaty about it.

Hm, maybe don't go in there, this isn't a children's 80's movie. That is not a hallway to a fun adventure.

Hi two-headed fishface cenobite.

Oh fucking cool, the tiles glowing like that!

OH that's the chatterer, right? I know folks have named them all.

And it's our guy, "Lead Cenobite" - I mean Pinhead!

I love them all. They're so great. <3

Oh, is Julia gonna show Frank to Larry? Are we to guess he was murdered off screen? Does Frank have skin now? Oh nope, he's just ... wait. No. That's Frank wearing Larry, isn't it?

Why do you need to see a body so badly, Kirstie? I mean, he's gonna be skinless either way. Guess it'd be hard to tell lol. Of course, Kirstie is upset because this means the cenobites are gonna eat her.

All kinds of chaos happening now. At least Kirstie figured it out. Aww you broke Frank's new skin.

"Well, so much for the cat and mouse shit" - that got a real laugh out of me. *snort*

Oops Frank, you killed Julia a bit. Don't seem to broken up about it, but he's more into Kirstie.

There's still cenobites in the attic. I like to imagine they're just up there, twidding their thumbs like "... Is she coming back?"

I always think it's fun when you have a character wearing the face of another character because it means the other actor is playing the part now, and some folks do a REALLY good job at this.

Hey now cenobites, that's not playing fair. She's sort of trying to help you, remember? Maybe that was just a reminder "bring him to us and we'll take care of him for you". I think she's trying to draw him in? To where the cenobites are.

My friends are back!

"This isn't for your eyes" Kirstie slowly slips away like "yeah ok good I'll fuck off now for sure bye". She keeps watching though. Not sure why, I guess so we the audience can see?

Ooh, the house is bleeding, nice. Oh, Julia grabbed the box or the box grabbed her, not sure which.

Aw, Pinhead just wants to show you things.

Ah, so you CAN unsolve the box and it blasts them all back to hell. Also the house is collapsing because sure. Steve is like "no questions, just run".

Ok, the ending fight with the fishface was a little silly. "Oh, can't get a grip on the box, would you just - I can't get it! Gotta grab the box!"

That burned down fast.

Kristie, it's a metal box. Why do you think it's gonna burn? Oh hey it's bug eating dude. I feel like he was one of them the whole time. Oh yeah he was. A skeletal dragon???

And now it's back home apparently.

The end!

[winchestergirl2]

Hello lovely, another brilliant chapter!! Bit later getting to read this than I wanted to be, so let's get into it.

Oh... that's got to feel a bit like a slap in the face for M.M. there, being asked to thank Soldier Boy for something.

Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown. 

They both have really grown to care about her. I wonder what he's thinking when he's looking at Soldier Boy there.

“Watching me sleep now?” Butcher remarked. “Pretty fuckin’ creepy, Hugh.”

I 100% read that in Butcher's voice

With a sharp sigh, Frank gave Loco the briefcase. “Guard that with your fucking life. Don’t let anyone from the CIA take it from you.” Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.” 

love their dynamic!!!!

Oooo... is there potential for a budding romance here for Frank with the nurse?

Yes Frank...

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.”

Coming in with the solution!! The 'read it somewhere' comment, that was part of what was in those files, wasn't it? Absolutely no hesitation on Ben's part there, straight into "open a vein" for his girl.

But in that moment, carrying the tower on his back and knowing he was the only barrier between a mountain of hot rubble and this one kid…Ben hadn’t wanted to fail. 

This seems like a moment of growth here. At one point, Soldier Boy wouldn't have cared if he failed. He would have just written the kid off as collateral damage. So his desire not to fail shows some real progress, but also so is the fact that he even considered M.M.'s question. He actually allowed him to see a glimpse behind the cocky, confident, arrogant persona he often has.

That was good thinking on Grace's part there to help Butcher out. Good job Frank kept the case safe and read through its contents... managed to save two lives out of it. That whole conversation between her and Ben felt so true to their characters, and I'm so happy Ben managed to use this to re-negotiate their deal.

Ahh, she's found out...

He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.

Another moment of growth. He was fully prepared to give her Temp V and have her hate him because it means she is alive to do it, but when presented with another option, he chose the one that honours her wishes, she's got to realise what his actions mean doesn't she.

Oh, she has super strength... is it a permanent side effect or just temporary, I wonder? Also, is that the only enhancement she got from him? If she'd also received the slowing of the ageing process he has, that would help solve the future problem of her getting old and him out living her.

I'm so happy that Loco and Frank made it though all this and have the chance to go back to a more 'normal' life.

Ben's reaction to her holding Franks' hand, surely he can't be jealous of Frank.

“Thank you,” you said.  Ben scoffed, though a hint of humor glinted in his eyes. “For what? Saving your reckless ass for the millionth time?”

Haha... I think his count is fairly spot on.

Ben's response to learning of Jon's death...

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.”

Oh Ben 🤦‍♀️ a little bit of sensitivity is needed in this situation.

(Frank's lucky Ben only docked his pay for leaving her with Jon, even though he didn't really have a choice).

Ben sure has a funny way of asking her to live with him, doesn't he?! Just move her belongings in, no questions asked!

Their little talk at the end there...

“I am, Ben,” you said more seriously. “I’m not playing games. This is real to me, and I want to be with you.”  But then you hesitated. You lowered back down to your feet.  “But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.”  It was Ben’s turn to hesitate. It was the please that got to him, along with your downturned gaze. He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him.  “I’m not fucking around,” he said. “I want you to live with me.” 

Aww... I love this interaction ❤️ They've both made some great progress in cluing each other in on how they both feel about each other.

Also, I LOVE when the guy does the lifting of the chin thing 😍

Break Me Down - Part 17

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: *Gives you a box of virtual tissues.* Just in case. 😘

Word Count: 6,000 Tags/Warnings: Macho angst ahead, hurt/comfort, major, major fluff…

Part 17: More Than Words Can Say

Mount Sinai Hospital was one of the largest private hospitals in the city. 

Fortunately, it was also the closest to Vought Tower, or what once had been the focal point of the superhero industry. It had been reduced to mere rubble and whatever dilapidated parts still stood. 

All the news outlets were covering the tower’s collapse, and speculating on what could’ve created the blast that made the entire city tremble—not unlike last year’s incident, when Soldier Boy killed the most powerful supe in the world.

In the hospital, M.M. walked through the Emergency Department until he found Yvette and her son, Devon. They sat beside each other on a single cot, now joined by Yvette’s husband Chris while she signed her discharge papers. She’d gotten off with a minor concussion and a bandage over her temple. 

“Just checking in on you guys,” M.M. said. Yvette smiled, but she asked about you. 

“She’s in surgery,” he told her. 

Yvette nodded, though tears welled up in her eyes. Chris rubbed her back and held his son’s shoulder. 

“Please call me with any news on her,” Yvette asked. 

“You got it,” M.M. said.

“And please,” she said, holding her son. “Thank Soldier Boy for us.”

M.M. paused at that. 

Seeing the family was well in hand, he returned to the trauma wing. There in the waiting room sat the whole team, minus Butcher, who’d been admitted to the hospital as well after the ED doctors didn’t like what they’d found on his lab reports. (But M.M. would look into that later. Hughie was with him now anyway.)

That left Frenchie, Kimiko, and Annie to wait for any news on you. Even Grace had arrived an hour ago. 

But M.M.’s attention was drawn to the dusty motherfucker standing near the hallway. 

Soldier Boy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The collar of his supe suit was undone to give his neck and chest some breathing room. He’d removed his gloves, and an empty gallon jug of water lied at his feet. 

He was covered in a fine layer of soot and grime, though he’d since washed his hands and face to the best of his ability. He was also flanked by his two hired men, Frank Cardoza and Lorenzo Rivales. 

Grace had run a quick background check on both, and as M.M. had learned, they were ex-Marines Soldier Boy had picked up in Colombia, while he was busy infiltrating a drug cartel.   

Fucking figures, M.M. thought, shaking his head as he watched the man. Grace stood and joined him.

“He’s not just gonna fuck off back to South America,” he told her. “You realize that right?”

She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”

As if right on cue, your surgeon made his way down the hall and over to the waiting group. Ben pushed off the wall and went to meet him, as did Grace, Annie, and M.M. 

Annie and Ben eyed each other with mistrust and annoyance, respectively, but then he ignored her to regard the surgeon with a terse, expectant gaze.  

The doctor was a graying man in his fifties. He seemed to internally brace himself before he spoke, glancing at Ben first before the others. 

“We’ve repaired the damaged muscle around her right leg. The femur is broken. We also addressed the wound near her shoulder,” he said. “However, the rebar did nick her heart. She’ll need additional surgery to repair it.”

Ben sensed a but coming. He crossed his arms. “Okay, what’s the problem?”

The doctor gave a nod and a short sigh. 

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” he explained. “We’ve given her a transfusion, of course, but she’s in a delicate state right now.”

“So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped. Grace shot him a glance, but addressed the doctor herself.

“What are her odds, doctor?” she asked. Ben eyed her with a glare. She ignored him for the time being. 

“She needs this now. But, there is a chance she won’t make it out of surgery at this stage,” the surgeon replied. “The OR will be available in thirty minutes…so this would be the time to be with her, just in case she’s unable to get through this.”

“Excuse me?” Ben said. 

His tone was dark and deep with grit, and the doctor stepped back. No one dared attempt to hold Ben back, but Grace quickly thanked the doctor and urged him to move forward with prepping you for surgery. 

Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown. 

Annie turned to Ben with a measure of sympathy, hidden underneath her irritation at his attitude and her worry for you. You were still her friend, and she felt guilty for how cold she’d been treating you lately. And she could see, at the very least, that this man cared about you. 

“Look, can you just calm down a bit? We’re all here hoping she pulls through,” Annie said. 

M.M. stood behind her, silent, supportive. But Ben just ignored her, and everyone else for that matter. 

He stalked down the hallway. And when he turned a corner, out of eyeshot, he growled and punched a hole deep into the closest wall.

Hughie perked up when Butcher finally started to rouse in his hospital bed. They had him on a hefty dose of morphine. 

He blinked his weary eyes, his head rolling over on the pillow. His lips quirked when he noticed Hughie, who was glaring at him. 

“Watching me sleep now?” Butcher remarked. “Pretty fuckin’ creepy, Hugh.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Hughie said. 

That was something Butcher couldn’t refute. He nodded. “I see they told you.”

“When were you gonna say something?” Hughie said. “When you fucking dropped dead?”

“Probably not even then,” Butcher teased. But when he took in the younger man’s face, all he saw was his little brother, Lenny. Butcher sighed. 

“Ain’t nothing any of us can do about it.”

“Fucking cancer?” Hughie said incredulously. “You could’ve gotten treatment.”

“Would’ve bought me a few more months, maybe,” Butcher admitted. That fell between them for a moment with stony silence. 

“It’s all right,” he added. “I’ve had my fucking time. Got to see the life drain from that golden cunt’s eyes…got to let my girl rest easy.”

Hughie didn’t buy that. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to. His eyes burned, both with emotion and determination. He stood from his seat and set out to find Grace. If there was anything that could help Butcher, she would know. 

While the others went down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat, Frank sat in the waiting room with Loco beside him and Dr. Baker’s briefcase on his lap.

He was sorting through its contents while Loco sat with crossed arms and slumping shoulders. He looked over at Frank’s stoic profile with a frown.

He was older, but not by much. They’d gone through one fresh hell after another together, and somehow, Frank always managed to pull their asses out of the wringer. It seemed Frank was trying to do the same for their boss. 

It was funny, actually. Soldier Boy wasn’t their first contractor. You were their first kidnapping though. Neither he or Frank had felt good about it when Antonio brought you back to the mansion in Medellin, but they’d agreed to do a job. Guarding you became part of that job. 

And yet, you had somehow reminded both Frank and Loco that they used to be respectable members of society. They used to have families, friends. They had once been soldiers. Good men. Maybe that was why they’d grown fond of you over the past few months. 

And Frank…well, Loco knew the man had his reasons for wanting to be done with this work. Loco couldn’t blame him; he was feeling tired himself. 

“Found anything good?” Loco asked in Spanish. Frank’s dark brows had drawn together in new interest.

“More than good,” he said. He looked up, but didn’t find Soldier Boy in the waiting room. “Where the hell did he go?”

Loco pointed to the reception desk. “Try asking someone.”

With a sharp sigh, Frank gave Loco the briefcase. “Guard that with your fucking life. Don’t let anyone from the CIA take it from you.”

Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.” 

Rolling his eyes, Frank got up and went over to the reception desk. 

“Excuse me,” he said. There seemed to be no one at the reception desk. Granted, it was late at night, and they technically weren’t supposed to be there. Grace Mallory had worked out an agreement with the hospital to allow them all to stay overnight. 

He didn’t have to wait too long though, as an on-duty nurse came over with a clipboard in hand. Her red hair caught his eye, along with her pretty smile. 

“Hi there. Can I help you?” she asked. 

Frank faltered, just for a moment. But he cleared his throat and met her eyes. 

“Did you happen to see which way Soldier Boy went?” he asked.

She gave him a wan smile and pointed down the hall, to the left. “That ‘a way. Think he had an argument with the wall over there.”

Frank followed her gaze and caught sight of the hole in the wall. He frowned. 

“Sorry about that,” he said. 

The nurse gave him a sideways look. “No worries, hun. It’s not your fisticuff outline in the wall, now is it?”

Once again, Frank didn’t know quite what to say to her slightly teasing smile. But he returned it, more reserved, but genuine. 

“Thank you,” he said, with a nod. Then he remembered then what he needed to do. 

And he took off brusquely down the hall. 

It took him a few minutes to pull his head together, but Ben eventually worked up his nerve to go and see you. 

You were still drugged out asleep, of course. He stood outside the large window of your private room in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn’t go in though. Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this. 

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once. 

You were right then, and it still held up now. 

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t. 

But Ben’s awareness prickled before he noticed, Frank had joined him. Ben tolerated it. While he wanted to be alone, maybe part of him (one he wouldn’t acknowledge) craved some kind of company. 

“You’ll get paid, don’t you fucking worry,” he said dryly. 

“That’s not the only reason I’m here,” Frank said. 

It felt like a confession. Ben didn’t reply though; he was focused on your pale face, covered by the breathing mask. Shallow puffs of air fogged the inside of it while your heart monitor clipped on.

“There’s another solution here,” Frank said. 

Ben gave him a cursory side glance. “She wouldn’t take Compound V. Not even to save her fucking life.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” Frank mentioned. 

Ben didn’t answer, but he’d been internally debating it ever since he’d spoken with the surgeon. 

“All right, get it over here,” he said. “The temporary stuff.” 

Frank rose a brow. He’d been curious enough to try testing the man. But now, he frowned.

“She won’t forgive you,” he pointed out. 

“What’re you, devil’s fucking advocate? She’ll get the fuck over it,” Ben snapped. 

But after his initial anger subsided…he knew his subordinate was right. 

“She’ll be alive to hate me,” he said, more honestly.  

Frank inclined his head. “There could be another way.” 

Ben glanced over at him. 

“She lost a lot of blood,” Frank said. Ben frowned.  

“They’ve given her fucking blood transfusions—” 

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.”

Ben eyed him in suspicion. “Who told you that?” 

“Read it somewhere,” Frank said evasively. 

Ben huffed in response, but as that realization truly sunk into his mind, his lips pressed together in new determination. He left Frank to start a brusque pace down the hall. 

He ignored the red-headed nurse calling at him at the reception desk when he shoved through a locked security door, into the OR unit. He searched until he found your surgeon and pulled him from the sink he was washing his hands in.

The man gasped with fright, though he tried to hide it looking up at Ben. “What the hell’re you doing?”

“I’m making a donation,” said Ben. He raised a blunt nail to his wrist. “You better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to open a vein.”

It was morning by the time another doctor returned to deliver an update on your progress: the “treatment” was working. Your wounds had knitted closed within an hour following the blood transfusion, and you no longer needed surgery. They had also x-rayed your leg and found that the bone was whole once again. Even your broken ribs had healed.

Ben nodded at the news. He didn’t respond, and just started walking down the hall. Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity. 

“Where are you going?” Annie asked. She was exhausted; all of them were. 

The supe ignored her though. M.M. shared a look with her before he decided to follow the man. 

Meanwhile, Ben once again stopped in the middle of the hallway when he was out of view. He took in a slow, steadying breath of relief, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Congratulations. After today, you’re gonna get your statue put back up,” M.M. said.

Ben turned around to stare back at the man, schooling his face into a stoic frown. 

“Yvette and her son are going to be fine, by the way,” M.M. added, as he crossed his arms.

Ben paused slightly at that, filing that information away with secret satisfaction. 

To M.M., he merely raised a brow. “You got something to say, or are you going to keep wasting my fucking time?”  

“You think saving one black kid makes you a hero?” M.M. asked, point blank. “Taking down Vought. Saving her. What does that all mean to you?”

Ben frowned in irritation. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?”

Silence fell between them. 

Ben didn’t know what it was about this guy. Maybe it was his persistence, or the fact that he’d pulled you out of the rubble and got you to a hospital in time to save your life. 

But Ben actually considered the question.

Killing Stan Edgar and Black Noir. Saving you. He’d done it all for selfish reasons. The kid…that was something else. His face stuck in Ben’s mind, how he’d trusted the superhero, like dumb kids were supposed to do.

But in that moment, carrying the tower on his back and knowing he was the only barrier between a mountain of hot rubble and this one kid…Ben hadn’t wanted to fail. 

And still. You are the reason I needed saving…

It wasn’t really saving the fucking day if he started it, was it?

Ben’s lips turned on a humorless smile. Still, he had saved the kid. And his mom. And you. For now, that was enough.

“Looks like I am,” said Ben.

But he met M.M.’s stare, briefly allowing him to glimpse beyond a wall of arrogance and pride.

And Ben walked away. M.M. watched him go in silent contemplation.

Grace intercepted Ben before he could visit you in the ICU. 

Christ. What the fuck now? he thought sourly. 

She gestured for a word, and with an annoyed look, he followed her down the hall.

“I’ll get to the point,” she said. “Butcher is sharing a floor with your girlfriend, down in Oncology.”

Ben raised a brow. That prick had cancer? Par for the fucking course, if he said so himself. 

“So?” he remarked. 

Grace sighed. She’d expected that reaction. “They’ve given him weeks, but the way he’s been pushing himself, more likely it’s days. Taking the untested Temp V long-term has had its adverse side effects…if you were to make another blood donation, I’ll make it worth your while.” 

So now his blood was some fucking wonder drug? Hell no, Ben thought. 

“You’re asking me to save the guy who’s double-crossed me, tried to hunt me down, tried to end me?” he said, with a dark, incredulous chuckle. “You can fuck right off, sweetheart.”

She grated at the sweetheart remark, but Grace leveled him with steely blue eyes.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be on ice right now,” she pointed out. 

Ben’s lips pursed. He’d really like to snap this bitch’s fucking neck on principle…but then he thought about it. He could work this into his favor. 

“You know what. I’m having a good day, so maybe I’m feeling fucking generous,” he said. His mouth edged into a smirk. “But I think it’s time we renegotiated our contract. Don’t you?”

Grace stared up at him, and she inhaled a deep breath. 

“Fine.”

You slowly woke up in a hospital room, in a paper gown with an IV drip and a heart monitor. Which made sense, as the events of yesterday came back to you in a rush. 

But beyond feeling relieved to be alive, you also felt extremely well-rested. You didn’t feel like a building fell on you. 

What kind of masterful drugs are they giving me? You tried to read your chart on the wall, but you didn’t see any pain medication on there. 

Annie popped into your private recovery room. Her face brightened when she saw that you were awake. 

“Hey, hun! How do you feel?” she asked, lowering into a chair at your bedside. You wouldn’t know that this chair had been occupied by various members of the team over the past few hours, including M.M., Frenchie, Frank, and even Grace. 

“Great, actually,” you replied. But now you frowned. “I shouldn’t feel great.”

You remembered nearly being crushed under a pile of rubble. You remembered falling on a piece of rebar, and unable to move your crushed leg. You remembered the worry in Ben’s eyes… 

And panic stung at yours.

“Did they give me Compound V?” your voice shook when you asked. Annie calmed you down with a shake of her head and a reassuring hand on your arm. 

The door to your room opened once again. Ben’s frame filled up the doorway. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. He was still in his supe suit, and with his hands resting on his belt, he strutted inside the room. 

M.M., Frenchie, Frank, Loco, and Kimiko came in behind him and at least looked showered. Ben looked like he hadn’t even done that much, nor slept all night.

“It wasn’t the V,” he said at last. “Just a little blood donation. Seemed to work like a charm.”

His resulting grin had a bit of charm in it as well. Your head tilted in confusion.

"Whose blood?" you asked.

"Mine," he said. His expression faded, slightly more serious.

You found yourself slowly smiling, though your brows still furrowed in surprise. He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.

While you tried to wrap your mind around the gravity of that, you reached for the pitcher of water on the rolling tray beside you. You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.

Ben raised a brow. 

The room fell silent as all eyes stared at you. When the water finished pouring out onto the floor, you gently set it back down on the tray. 

“Seems you got some of his strength in the deal,” Annie remarked. 

“Great, there’s two of them,” Hughie quipped with a grin. 

“Well, that’s probably just temporary,” M.M. sighed. “Hopefully.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and it brought a slight grin to Ben’s lips. 

After a bit of well wishing, everyone cleared out of your room to let you rest up…except for Ben, Frank, and Loco. 

“What are you guys going to do now?” you asked of the latter two. Loco cracked his knuckles. 

“Got another job lined up in private security,” he revealed. “I’ve lost the taste for drug running. Nearly lost a damn toe on the last one.”

You laughed. “Well, thanks for doing one more job here.”

“Anything for el Capitán,” Loco said, giving Ben a respectful nod. “He pays exceedingly well.”

You raised a brow at Ben, who shrugged with a cocky grin. Smiling, you turned to Frank, who was sitting in the chair beside your bed. 

“And you?” you asked. Frank gave you a rare smile. 

“Going home,” he said. “To my daughter.”

Your eyes began to sting, but you tried to blink away the beginnings of tears. You nodded and squeezed his arm. 

“Give her a big hug for me. And thank you again…for everything,” you said, even though you realized that thanking your former guard keep was strange. Still, there had been no part of your kidnapping that was normal in the least. 

Frank hesitated, but he covered your hand with his. 

Though he caught the way Ben’s face tightened, and Frank let go of you. He stood with Loco, giving you and Ben a final nod. Then the two men left your room and disappeared down the hall.

Part of you felt melancholy, like chapters of your life were closing. But you also felt like new ones were waiting in the wings.

Your gaze turned to Ben, who stood near your bed.

He was looking over your chart to see if the doctors needed anything else before you were discharged. But your soft voice called to him, earning his attention. You beckoned him closer.

He went over and sat down on the edge of your bed, laying a hand on your thigh. You reached out for his arm. 

“Thank you,” you said. 

Ben scoffed, though a hint of humor glinted in his eyes. “For what? Saving your reckless ass for the millionth time?”

“For saving Yvette and her son,” you replied with a smile. “And yeah, all that other stuff.” 

Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm. 

“Really. Thank you…” 

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You still couldn’t fucking believe he opened up one of his own veins and gave you his blood. He gave a public hospital his blood in order to save you. 

He could’ve easily slipped you V24 again, or worse, the permanent stuff. But he didn’t just save you. He’d respected your wishes. 

What you wanted to say next got stuck in your throat.

Ben had something hiding behind his eyes, like he was reluctant to show you his real emotions. But when he focused on your face, his hand tightened on yours. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak. He only let go of your hand to brush a falling tear from your cheek. His lips twitched at a smile.

“Come on now, baby doll. You’re tougher than that.”

You choked on a laugh as more of your tears slipped down your warming cheeks. “Nope. I’m actually not.”

“Hmm. Could’ve fooled me,” Ben said. You matched his grin with a beaming smile of your own.  

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and took his dirty face in your hands. You guided him down to you, and you pressed your lips to his. 

He allowed it with his usual demanding, fervent kiss. But then it slowed. He held your wrist to keep your hand in place on his cheek, and his thumb drew bath and forth over your skin. 

You parted from him, pulling back enough to see his face. There was so much you wanted to say…but maybe right now, it was too much. 

You met him with another tearful kiss.

Before you were officially discharged from the hospital, you had one more visitor. 

Grace was once again there to debrief you. This time though, Ben sat at your side on the bed, a silent statue who regarded the woman coolly. He seemed to be tolerating her presence with more ease than usual, and you wondered why.

“You’re going on medical leave,” she informed you. “For three months, and then a psychiatrist will need to clear you for duty.”

Part of you wanted to argue, considering you were completely healed of your injuries. But you knew you needed a break from the S.A.—from all of this. 

“Your mother and sister will be brought out of witness protection soon, after we determine that the threat is sufficiently neutralized,” she said. “You can return home today as well.”

You could finally go back to your apartment…though the thought didn’t call to you as much as it should have. You glanced over at Ben.

“Is this the part where you try to ship him back to Colombia?” you asked. 

“That was the agreement,” Grace said wryly. You frowned, trying to blink away the tears forming once again in your eyes.

You didn’t want to lose him, but you also didn’t want to give up your life here. You didn’t want to leave the S.A., or your family, or your friends. Ben put you out of your misery, however.

“We renegotiated,” he said. 

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Grace explained, “In exchange for his assistance in another case, he can stay in the U.S. on a trial basis. As long as he agrees to live within the law.”

You didn’t entirely trust Grace. Ben would be watched at every moment. That was a given, but considering he still didn’t have full control over his nuclear power, you were surprised Grace would allow him free roam within U.S. borders. 

“And, provided, he agrees to a relocation. Preferably not in a densely populated area,” Grace added.

There it is, you frowned. You shared a look with him, and you could see he wasn’t entirely on board with this. You had no doubt he’d agreed to her demands by lying through his teeth. 

You turned back to Grace.

“What if he becomes a contractor for Supe Affairs,” you proposed. “There may be some fallout after Vought’s collapse, and more of their records to go through. Other labs to clear out. Ben would be a lot of help, if he’s willing.”

You glanced at Ben again. He met your eyes, then Grace’s, and he nodded marginally. He was getting bored of the heat in South America anyway. 

Grace heaved a sigh. Ben’s lips formed a smirk. 

“Oh, relax. I just ended Vought. You’d be an idiot not to cash in on that PR,” he pointed out. 

“Need I remind you that you caused the tower’s collapse?” Grace said tersely. “And you did not end Vought. There will be repercussions to this, believe me.”

Ben’s face tightened, but you grasped his hand. 

“But he fulfilled the mission,” you said. “He took out Black Noir…and Stan Edgar in the process.”

“The idea was to arrest him, but I get your point,” Grace said. Her hand raised to cover her mouth as she thought about your proposal.

Eventually, she spoke. “If you can play by our rules, then we’ll contract with you. But until you get that atomic bomb under control, you can’t remain the city. Upstate is the best I can do.”

Ben chafed at being told what he couldn’t do. What the fuck was he going to do in Upstate New York? Slowly rot to death in dusty-ass suburbia?

You shot him a knowing look, raising a brow. 

“It’s a fair offer, Ben,” you pointed out. His lips pursed in annoyance. But he glanced at your hand in his.

Then he looked up at Grace. “Fine. But first, unfreeze my fucking bank accounts.”

Ben later led you out of the hospital. There was a car waiting outside, and he got in to drive, despite you offering. He must’ve been going on very little sleep, if any over the past two days. 

And of course, he’d refused to be seen at all medically, saying he was fine. You were still concerned about that destabilizing gun Black Noir had shot him with. 

“I’m fine,” Ben had claimed. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

You watched his profile for a moment, and a smile started to raise your lips…until you finally remembered something that felt like a heavy stone in your stomach.

“Um…” you said, earning Ben’s attention. You looked up at him. “My father’s dead…”

Good fucking riddance, was Ben’s initial reaction. Followed by a frown, as he now realized he would never get the pleasure of choking the shit out of Jon himself. 

Ben had been fucking livid to learn from Frank that you’d been left alone in the Tower with your father while it was coming down (and Ben was petty enough to dock that little slip up from Frank’s pay). Had that asshole lived, Ben wouldn’t have put it past him to try and take you with him after escaping the building. The mere thought grated on him. 

“Black Noir killed him,” you said, heaving a shaky breath. 

That cut through Ben’s thoughts. He glanced over, watching you fight some conflicting emotions. 

“…Punched a hole straight through his chest,” you added.

Ben hummed in acknowledgement. You turned to him with a raised brow and glassy eyes. When he realized you were expecting a bit more from him, his lips pursed.

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.”

You sighed and leaned your head back on the head rest. Your eyes closed. 

“Goddamn it, Ben.”

Ben eyed you with a deepening frown. “What the fuck do you expect me to say?”

“How about some decency?” you asked, as a tear fell down your cheek. “He tried to apologize. But I wouldn’t let him.”

He paused at that. While he thought you were being unreasonable, it begrudgingly dawned on him what you wanted, and maybe, what you needed. He sighed through his nose. Even now, you were a handful.

Ben reached over, taking your hand from your lap. He pressed the back of it to his lips, earning your mild surprise.  

“That’s not your fault,” he said. And he briefly took his eyes off the road to look into yours. “None of it was. You understand me?”

Your face softened. Though you tried to blink away your tears, a few of them still fell. You wiped at them with your free hand, while the other squeezed around his fingers, resting against your thigh. Despite how you were fracturing inside, warmth still kept you afloat. 

So you looked up at Ben, and you nodded. He seemed satisfied by your answer. He turned back fully to the road, but you kept a tight hold of his hand. He allowed it.   

“We’ll have to go to the safe house to get our stuff,” you said eventually, with a small sniffle.

“No need,” Ben said. “That’s taken care of.”

That confused you. Was he taking you to your apartment then? 

But instead, he drove you out of the city, and an hour upstate into Scarsdale. You’d never been there, but you knew it by reputation—as one of the most affluent towns in the state.

You were even more confused when he drove down a street flanked by tall hedges within a private community. He pulled into a circular driveway in front of an immense white house, with a red brick roof, colonial architecture, a manicured lawn, complete with matching fountains lining the front door.

Ben parked the car and encouraged you to get out with him. You followed him up to the front porch, expecting an old billionaire to pop out of the tall bushes at any moment to chase you away. 

“What’re we doing here?” you asked. His hands fell to the belt of his supe suit as he surveyed the stood, the door, and the walls for anything amiss. 

“I’m looking into buying it,” he revealed, as if he’d just told you, It’s pretty fucking sunny today, huh? 

“Our stuff is ready to be shipped out when the deal closes with the owner,” he added.

Your eyes flew wide. “What? When did you have time to scope out houses?” 

You’d only been discharged about an hour after the conversation with Grace. 

“I had Frank look into some shit. He found this one,” Ben shrugged. “Could use some work, but not bad.”

Our stuff, you repeated in your mind. This house…was he trying to recreate what the two of you had in Medellin?

And more importantly, was this his way of asking you to move in with him? 

Well, there’s not too much asking going on, you thought in annoyance. And yet, you blushed; the sentiment in itself was enough to warm you. 

You brought Ben back down to Earth by grasping his hands, earning his attention from the old grout in the tile.

“Ben, this place is amazing,” you said. “But I don’t know if I’ll be comfortable living like this.”

He frowned down at you. “What the hell do you mean? You could have anything you want here. It’s safe. Got plenty of room—”

“A bit too much room,” you said, holding up your thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart. 

He looked adorably grumpy. You smiled and squeezed his hand. 

“Did you really feel cozy and at home in that mansion with fifty rooms and nobody in ‘em?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you, and he didn’t seem happy either. You didn’t want him to take this as a rejection. 

“If we’re going to do this,” you said, “then can we start a little smaller? Somewhere that feels like home to both of us?”

Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”

You just managed to stop yourself from laughing.

“You haven’t had a normal home in a long time, Ben,” you replied. Maybe ever, you realized. “How about you trust me?” 

He gave you a dubious frown.

“What about this,” you tried. “Let’s pick it out together! If in a few months you still hate the new place, we’ll try it your way.” 

“You’re assuming we’re gonna make it that long.” Ben was starting to wonder if this was going to work after all. The two of you were from very different worlds. 

You offered a cheeky smile. “I’m optimistic.”

He huffed. “Sure.” 

You reached up on your toes, and gripped the front of his suit when you leaned up to kiss him. His hands rose naturally to hold you, resting on your jean-clad hips. He followed your languid kiss, his furrowed brows relaxing when you touched his cheek.

When you broke from his lips, his eyes opened to find yours. 

“I am, Ben,” you said more seriously. “I’m not playing games. This is real to me, and I want to be with you.” 

But then you hesitated. You lowered back down to your feet. 

“But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.” 

It was Ben’s turn to hesitate. It was the please that got to him, along with your downturned gaze. He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him. 

“I’m not fucking around,” he said. “I want you to live with me.” 

Your smile was soft and bright when you took his hand. Ben wouldn’t admit it, but something in his chest stuttered to life then.

“Okay,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

AN: *squeals* It's happening! We've really gotten here, folks. How'd you like how it all wrapped up with Grace, M.M., and even Butcher?

But we're not quite there with these two yet...

Next Time:

“Why’re you nagging me like a goddamn wife?” he snapped.

“Wife?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You don’t even call me your girlfriend.”

But God forbid another man even smile in your direction. Ben was possessive, protective, and claimed with all but words that you were his. And yet, he wouldn’t say it.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was afraid of commitment, but you’d been living together for six damn months.

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[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Texts

Warnings: swearing, simpery

Desc: a series of different groupchats kind of relating to mitsukkai

Mitsuya: yo

Mitsuya: usually i wouldn't ask you guys

Mitsuya: but this is kinda important

Mitsuya: i need help

Smiley: no

Mikey: depends

Baji: only if you give me 12 thousand yen

Kazutora: in exhange for your bones. teeth count as such

Pah: i can't think for myself let alone you❗

Draken: yeah of course dude

Draken: ....guys

Mitsuya: yk what nvm actually

Mitsuya: fuck you guys

Draken: no Mitsuya we'll help you

Mikey: ok ok fine what do you want

Mitsuya: this is serious, if any of think of saying some goofy shit i'll beat your ass

Smiley: what's it about 😁

Mitsuya: i'm getting to that

Draken: is it part of the reason your not using the main gc?

Mitsuya: yeah ig

Pah: Mitsuya spit it out

Pah: Pochi just shit on my fucking shoes

Pah: i can't just sit here waiting for u to whine

Mitsuya: you're all testing me

Mitsuya: ok whatever i'll just get it out

Mitsuya: so

Mitsuya: yk Hakkai?

Mikey: 👀

Baji: oop

Draken: 😏

Mikey: ew Ken-chin don't use that emoji again

Draken: why?

Draken: i'm smirking knowingly

Draken: isn't that what that emoji is for

Smiley: it's a creepy emoji

Pah: isn't Hakkai your vice captain

Mitsuya: yes

Mitsuya: but like, he's in love with me

Mikey: IF YOU KNOW WHY HAVEN'T U SAID ANYTHING

Pah: ahh

Pah: so that's what that is

Kazutora: vice captains being in love with their captains is an ongoing theme in Toman

Baji: lmao

Baji: wait who else

Kazutora: 😐

Mitsuya: shut up this is about me

Mitsuya: and i didn't say anything bcs i thought he was mistaking respect for love

Mitsuya: but it's been years now

Mitsuya: pretty sure he's in love with me

Mitsuya: so now i'm wondering if i should ask him out?

Kazutora: isn't that pretty gay tho?

Baji: 🤨

Mitsuya: 😐

Mitsuya: fucking anyway

Mitsuya: what should i do

Mikey: keep your feelings inside

Mikey: it's possible that he's not in love with you

Mikey: he might reject you and rip your heart out

Mikey: stay safe, don't risk it👍

Draken: disrespectfully, i disagree

Draken: tell him as soon as possible

Draken: right now in fact

Draken: don't wait for anyone else's opinion, just do it

Baji: Mitsuya kiss him on the mouth

Baji: make him feel it

Baji: do it in public too

Baji: preferably when i'm around

Kazutora: gay ass you just wanna see two men kiss

Baji: perhaps

Baji: you and Chifuyu have been hanging out a lot lately Tora

Baji: you guys happen to be two men

Kazutora: 🤨

Pah: make him a shirt that says "property of Mitsuya Takashi"

Pah: trust me it will get the point across

Mitsuya: great fucking job you guys

Mitsuya: don't know what i was thinking asking you guys for help

Hakkai, Angry, Mitchy and Chifuyu gc

Hakkai: god i love him

Chifuyu: mf WE KNOW

Chifuyu: oh my god you say it everyday

Chifuyu: every breath you take is "Taka-chan😊❤"

Chifuyu: SHUT UP

Angry: you're being a hypocrite :/

Chifuyu: fair

Chifuyu: my bad Hakkai

Mitchy: will you ever tell him? 😐

Hakkai: no

Angry: he won't need to, Mitsuya probably already knows

Angry: he'd be stupid if he didn't tbh 🙂

Hakkai: he doesn't know

Hakkai: Taka-chan's pretty blunt, he'd have confronted me by now

Chifuyu: or he's trying to tell you he doesn't feel the same without hurting your feelings

Mitchy: Chifuyu!

Mitchy: why would u say that??🙁

Chifuyu: just listing all the possibilities is all

Chifuyu: we have to be realistic just in case

Hakkai: he's right tho :(

Hakkai: i don't want to lose Taka-chan as a friend so i'll take what i can get

Hakkai: i'd rather be his friend forever than ruin it with my feelings

Angry: but your feelings are so painfully obvious😕

Chifuyu: 💀

Mitchy: we have to live in the moment tho

Mitchy: how else would i have been with Hina?!

Chifuyu: no one knows why Hina's with you bro, my girl deserves better

Mitchy: please come back to me when you have a romantic interest :/

Angry: romance isn't everything guysssss

Hakkai: aren't you saying that cause Smiley gets all the bitches

Angry: no :((((((

Angry: i'm kinda cute

Angry: i may not be as cool as Smiley is but that doesn't take away the fact that i'm cool too

Hakkai: what's it like being so secure in yourself

Angry: self esteem is pretty great ❤

Emma, Hina, Yuzuha and Senju gc

Yuzuha: it's cool that he's gay and all

Yuzuha: i mean, i'm gay yk

Yuzuha: but if i have to hear about the exact shade of orange Mitsuya likes one more fucking time, i'm gonna rip his balls off

Senju: you're so aggressive

Senju: love that in a woman ☺❤

Yuzuha: ..thanks?

Emma: i feel the same way about Mikey

Emma: like "ok Mikey, his eyes are beautiful yes, he's very cool yes, he's kinda ugly when he cries but its cute haha lol i agree. please leave me alone, i'm literally taking a shit, get out :)"

Emma: Takemitchy is musty actually

Emma: no offense Hina

Hina: none taken ^^

Hina: i feel sorry for u guys :(

Hina: i love Naoto very much. i don't know that much about him tho! he thought Takemitchy had a crush on him once cause he kept holding his hand so that was funny 😅

Senju: your boyfriend goes around

Senju: literally a slut

Yuzuha: lmao

Senju: Hina how does it feel knowing most of your friends are in love with or are actively pursuing your boyfriend

Hina: YOU GUYS ARE ACTIVELY PURSUING HIM??

Senju: well not anymore

Yuzuha: it was a crush that lasted like 2 months it wasn't a big deal and i wasn't gonna do anything about it just btw

Senju: Hanagaki Takemitchy. Turning straight people gay and gay people straight

Emma: i tried to sleep with him like once and i've already explained myself :(

Emma: Mikey is actively pursuing him

Emma: just so you know

Hina: i do :/

Hina: he's waiting for me and Takemitchy to break up 😑

Hina: i won't let him win

Emma: go Hina whoo!!!!

Emma: having gay brothers is a disease :/

Senju: broooo

Senju: idk about Omi, but him and Shin were awfully close 🤔

Senju: i'm not even gonna talk about Haru

Senju: "My King☺💘"

Senju: pretty sure it's a kink thing idk

Senju: he's literally Mikey's dog

Yuzuha: it's giving pet play

Emma: i mean i'd bark if Draken told me to

Hina: no <3

Emma: </3

[arc-misadventures]

Operation E.H.

Battle Plan: Rising Thunder

Pyrrha: Hehehe~! It’s ready, it’s ready~! All that’s left now is to put my glorious plan~!

Jaune: You going to tell me what this plan you’ve been working on is? You’re starting to worry me, Pyr. You’re starting to act like a cartoon villain.

Pyrrha: Am I?

Jaune: Yeah, the maniacal laughter is off putting…

Pyrrha: Oh… Sorry! I’ll try, and stop doing that, I’m just having so much fun I can barely contain my excitement! Oh, I can’t wait to show you when its done!

Jaune: I thought it was already done?

Pyrrha: It almost is, I’m just waiting for the first phase to begin!

Jaune: Okay…? Listen I gotta go, I’ll see you when I get back to, Beacon.

Pyrrha: Okay; I love you my, Knight~!

Jaune: I love you too my, Angel. Bye.

(Click)

Pyrrha: Haa… Scroll calls are so emotionally empty… Now then, where should I begin first…?

Nora: Hey, Pyr-Pyr! What ya doing?

Pyrrha: Ahh! Nora! Perfect! Please, sit down…

Nora: Okay! Do you need something?

Pyrrha: Indeed I do~! You see, I’ve finally finished my little battle plan, and I can finally begin work on it!

Nora: Really?! You going to finally tell me why you had that depraved smile on your face as you kept on writing down stuff on one of Weiss’s note books?

Pyrrha: Yes I… Wait, did I really have a ‘depraved smile’ on my face?

Nora: Yes. It was quite creepy…

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: Noted…

Nora: So, what’s the big plan?

Pyrrha: It’s this!

Nora: Operation eh? What is that?

Pyrrha: No! Its, Operation E.H. See the periods?

Nora: Still says, eh. So…?

Pyrrha: Its an code name for, Emperor’s Harem!

Nora: Emperors what now?

Pyrrha: Haa… Jaune, and I have been in a relationship for a fee months now…

Nora: Took you long enough…

Pyrrha: And, as you know, we have been sexually active in our relationship.

Nora: Oh?! Go get it girl!

Pyrrha: thank you. But, ever since then, there have been a few problems in our relationship…

Nora: Jaune-Jaune’s not preforming well in the sack? If so, you should ask someone else. I-I’m not experienced in these sort of things…

Pyrrha: Actually its the opposite.

Nora: Beg pardon?

Pyrrha: Jaune is too good in bed?

Nora: Wait, seriously?!

Pyrrha: Seriously; I’m all tuckered out, and he’s still raring to go. I’ve tried my best, but I’m only one woman, and I can only do so much… Which is where, Operation E.H. comes in!

Nora: Which is…?

Pyrrha: Operation Emperors Harem!

Nora: What?!

Pyrrha: If I can’t handle, Jaune all on my own, then why bother doing it all on my own, when I can recruit dozens of beautiful woman to join me in a harem with, Jaune as our Emperor, and me, his first woman as his, Empress! Whomever is deemed worthy enough to join, will join as whatever title they so chose. We will be equals among the relationship, all having access to, Jaune as we so wish. I however as the empress of our little group, will be the be its leader. How does that sound, Nora?

Nora: Crazy… Just crazy… H-How are you going to get people to agree to… this thing?!!

Pyrrha: The reason it took so long to craft was because I was coming up with several battle plans to help… entice various woman into joining. Plans such as this one… Rising Thunder.

Nora: ‘Rising Thunder?’ Pfft! That’s a silly name, who is that even for?

Pyrrha: Hmm~!

Nora: Wait?! I-I-Is that for me?!

Pyrrha: Indeed it is, Nora~!

Nora: W-W-What are you doing?! W-Why am I being involved with this?! I-I-I don’t even like, Jaune!

Pyrrha: Oh, but you do, Nora. You, and everyone on my list has feelings for him. Because of the ways you act around him, the ways you look at him, or how you speak of him. I’m made a long list, and I know how each one of you truly feel for him. And, with these battle plans… Well, all I have to do is get your feelings for, Jaune out in the open for you to truly embrace the love you all feel for, Jaune~!

Nora: I-I-I don’t have any feelings for, Jaune! I don’t!

Pyrrha: Really~? You mean you don’t have any feelings for your, Big Bro~?

Nora: Eep?!

Pyrrha: You may think you’re quiet, Nora, but I’m afraid to say, you’re not that quiet. So I overheard, everything.

Nora: E-Everything?!

Pyrrha: Everything~!

Nora: S-So what! It’s just a little crush! T-There’s nothing more to it!

Pyrrha: Or, is it?

Nora: What are you?! Ooph?! Pyrrha?! Get off of me! Or, I’ll…?!

Pyrrha: Or, you’ll what? Scream for your big brother to come, and save you~?

Nora: Ha…?!

Pyrrha: But, that’s exactly what you want though isn’t it?

Nora: W-What…?

Pyrrha: You want your big, handsome, rugged big brother to come, and save you… save, and protect his precious little sister, and comfort her… Embrace her is his strong burley arms, and softly whisper in your ear that everything’s going to be alright~?

Nora: H-Haa… P-Pyrrha…?

Pyrrha: Or~? What you really want is to me to be, Jaune.

Nora: W-W-What?

Pyrrha: To be punned to the bed by your big brother~! To held helpless underneath him as his hands slowly start to explore~?

Nora: H-Haha~! Pyrrha?!

Pyrrha: You wish to feel those rugged, calloused hands travel across your smooth flesh, mapping out your ever nook, and cranny with his touch~! Starting with your slim waist~!

Nora: Haaa~!

Pyrrha: Trailing around your well defined, delectable chest~?

Nora: Ohh~!

Pyrrha: Maybe even going in for a nice squeeze while he’s there~?

Nora: Eep~?!

Pyrrha: You also want his hands to trail down those wide child bearing hips of yours to give this~!

Nora: Mmmm~!

Pyrrha: The harsh squeeze this delectable rump deserves~!

Nora: Pyrrha~!

Pyrrha: but, above all else, as soon as, Jaune’s done that, you want him to trail his fingers up to your…

Nora: Ahh?! P-P-Pyrrha?! T-That’s… That’s…?!

Pyrrha: Where, Big Bro fingers belong~?

Nora: Mmmmmm! Okay! Okay I admit it! I do love, Jaune! I really, really love, Jaune! I didn’t start feeling this way until after you fell for him! S-So You had first dibs so I didn’t do anything, okay?!

Pyrrha: Oh? But, now that I’ve told you that you can join me in our harem; what will you do…?! Mph?! Mmm~!

Nora: Mmm… Mwah~! Hahaha…

Pyrrha: And, what did that mean little one~?

Nora: I wanna join! I wanna join, and have big bro smother me in love! To feel the same joy you feel when you’re together with him! Please, Pyrrha. let me join the, Emperor’s Harem!

Pyrrha: Fufufu~! That’s what I want to hear~!

Nora: Does that mean I’m in the harem?!

Pyrrha: Not yet. You have proven your desire to join. To be be a fully fledged member you must complete a task to earn your membership.

Nora: What is it?! I’ll do anything, anything to join!

Pyrrha: That’s good to hear~! Well, since, Battle plan: Rising Thunder was a rosing success, its tile we move onto one of the next plans. And, since its you, Nora, you are the prefect candidate for this mission~!

Nora: Battle plan: Blooming Lotus…? Wait?! Y-You don’t mean?!

Pyrrha: Precisely, Nora. Now, get going, and make Big Bro happy. Very, very happy indeed~!

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

hear those bells ring: chapter 9 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Reader joins the Bakusquad for dinner and drinks, and Bakugo is NOT jealous.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language. Also creepy men making creepy comments.

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! It took me a hot second to catch up at my job after returning from my trip. But here's an extra long chap for ya. Hope y’all enjoy :D

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

Ao3 Link: Here

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 8 Tumblr Link: Here

“Shitty Hair, I swear to fuckin’ god…” Bakugo growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the front of the reception desk. “You told me we were leaving at six-thirty. It’s almost seven. I’m going home.” 

“Noooo, come on, bro, just give me a few more minutes,” Kirishima said without looking up from the computer he was typing on. “Nao needed me to finish up some paperwork before I clock out. Well, actually some of it is your paperwork, so if you want to—” 

“Just hurry the hell up.” The blond exhaled sharply. “Dunceface and Raccoon Eyes are already blowing up my phone and giving me a goddamn headache.” 

“Aw, it’s Denk’s birthday, lighten up, man,” the redhead teased while still clacking away at the keyboard. His tongue was also sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and Bakugo narrowed his eyes. The hardening hero only wore that expression when he was… 

Bakugo grabbed the monitor and twisted it to face him. 

“Hey, wait, no!” Kirishima tried to stop him, but it was too late. 

“You’re playing video games?” the explosive hero fumed, glaring down at the monitor. “Is that fucking pinball?” 

“Well, it was,” his partner grumbled as his re-straightened the computer screen. “I was about to get high score, too…” 

Bakugo stared down at him unblinkingly before he abruptly turned on heel. “That’s it, I’m going home.” 

“No, wai—” Kirishima’s shout was interrupted by the ding of the elevators. “Ahh, actually, we can go now! We’re all here.” 

We? 

Bakugo froze mid step before he glanced over his shoulder, and he saw you hesitantly making your way towards Kirishima at reception. The excitable redhead bounced out from behind the desk to meet you, and even though the blond couldn’t see his partner’s face, he could hear the grin in his voice when he addressed you. 

“Wow, you look great!” the hardening hero said when you came to a blushing stop in front of him. “I told you that you had something better than what I’m wearing. That color looks really nice on you, by the way.” 

“O-Oh, um, thank you,” you stuttered, fiddling nervously with your hair. “I— this was kinda the only semi nice thing I brought with me, so it was either this or go in nothing. Ahhh, uh, that’s not what I— you know what I meant.” 

Your blush reached from the roots of your hair down to your clavicle, but Kirishima just laughed it off and lavished you in more compliments. 

While that was happening, Bakugo couldn’t help but turn and take you in more fully. And he had to admit, you looked… nice. Really nice. Your makeup was light, and your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, but tendrils hung down around your face and framed it nicely. Small gold hoops glinted in your ears, a complement to the gold chain and pendant that hung past your collarbones, and a few rings dotted your fingers. The dress you wore was long and loose, draping down to your ankles and your elbows, and it was in a green hue he unfortunately knew was olive, thanks to his parents’ business. Buttons ran down the entire length of it, and several were left unbuttoned on the bottom so your shins and legs peeked out of the slit as you shifted uneasily on your feet, which were hidden by short, scuffed, brown boots. A thin brown belt around your waist tied the whole outfit together, and the blond very deliberately looked away from the hint of cleavage that was showing just below your golden pendant. 

Just in time, too, because now Kirishima was turning around with a shit-eating grin, which Bakugo answered with a scowl. 

“This is why you made me wait?” he demanded as you and the redhead approached him. 

“Oh, come on, fifteen minutes didn’t kill you,” his partner snorted. “Besides, Stitches said she was hungry, and we were about to go out and eat anyway, so what’s the problem?” 

He knew exactly what the problem was. The bastard. 

Bakugo just continued to glare at the hardening hero until you cleared your throat, which made his red eyes snap to you. 

“I’m, um, really sorry I made you guys wait,” you muttered without making eye contact, tugging on your belt and wrapping the end around your finger. “I told Kirishima that I was fine making myself dinner, I really don’t want to impose.” 

“And I told you that you can’t impose because I invited you.” Kirishima grinned and patted you on the head, which only came up to the middle of his chest. “Also, I already told the gang you’re coming, and they’re super excited to meet you.” 

“If— if you’re sure,” you murmured, and your eyes met Bakugo’s for half an instant before they darted away. 

“I am plus ultra sure!” the redhead said in an overly dramatic, All Might voice, which made you crack a faint smile. 

“Are we gonna stand here all night listening to you two run your mouths, or are we going?” Bakugo turned for the door again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket. 

“Don’t mind him, he gets hangry really easily,” Kirishima whisper-hissed, and the blond thought he heard you giggle under your breath. 

The sound made him remember what you looked like bathed in red light in his car, in moonlight while standing in the sea, and Bakugo knew this was going to be a really fucking long night. 

Thankfully, the bar the three of you were going to was within walking distance from the agency, so Bakugo didn’t have to be stuck in a car with you again. He just knew Shitty Hair would make him sit in the backseat with you… 

Instead, the blond stayed several yards behind you and the redhead, shuffling his feet along the sidewalk and glaring petulantly at his partner’s back. Kirishima was animatedly telling you some stupid story, using grand hand gestures and almost smacking you in the face a few times. You listened with a polite smile, but Bakugo could see how tense the line of your shoulders was, how stiffly you walked in your slightly heeled boots. You were nervous as fucking hell. He kept waiting for you to trip over your own damn feet, and the moment finally came when Kirishima bounded up the steps leading up to the bar and opened the door. 

You took the first two steps fine, but on the third you inevitably stumbled, stepping on the front of your dress before you tried to lean back, overcompensated, and began to tip over. 

Bakugo easily caught the back of your elbow as he stepped up behind you, your spine brushing his chest as you regained your balance. 

“You just really want to crack your damn head open, don’t ya, Stitches?” he grumbled. 

“Not on purpose,” you muttered as you grabbed the guardrail with your left hand, and when you glanced back at him, he realized you were almost at eyelevel since you were standing a few steps above him. He hadn’t realized it before, but you had some freckles dotted across the bridge of your nose and onto your cheeks… 

“Yeah, well, don’t need you meeting everyone covered in blood. It’ll make us look bad.” He released you and shoved his hands back into his jacket so they would stop betraying him. “So be careful. You only need to make it ten more damn feet.” 

“Right, um, thank you. For catching me. I’ll be more careful.” You blushed and started to slowly make your way up the stairs again, and Bakugo glanced toward the door to see Kirishima still holding it open with a Cheshire cat grin stretched across his face. 

The blond contemplated just turning around and marching home, but he knew his partner would just chase him down, so he might as well bite the bullet, make an appearance, and slip out in an hour when everyone was drunk. 

Maybe he could even find someone to spend the night with like he considered on the beach… 

“Bakubro, you comin’?” He looked up to see Kirishima still holding the door, but you had paused on the threshold, looking back at him with what he swore was a pleading expression… 

Fuck. 

“I’m comin’, shut up,” he said as he stalked his way up the stairs. 

Kirishima smirked and ushered you inside with a grand bow, and then he leaned toward Bakugo and lowered his voice. 

“Come on, bro, try to loosen up,” he muttered. “She’s nervous as it is, and you looking like someone pissed in your rice bowl isn’t helping things.” 

“Why the fuck would I care if she’s nervous?” Bakugo hissed, glaring at his partner. “You’re the one who invited her, you make sure she’s comfortable.” 

“Well, I’m trying my best, but something tells me she’ll relax more if it’s coming from you,” the redhead said with a nudge and a wink, and before Bakugo could retaliate, he was slipping into the bar and walking up to where you were standing a few feet away. 

Bakugo gritted his teeth, prayed for patience, and marched inside, wishing this night was already over. 

The blond could never remember the name of this place, but it had somehow turned into their place, as Dunceface called it, whenever the whole group of idiots were all in town and had some downtime. The bar served pretty decent food, and the whiskey and sake typically made the semi-loud atmosphere tolerable. Since tonight was a Saturday, the tables were more full than usual, and Bakugo wore his meanest scowl as he followed you and Kirishima through the crowd lining up at the bar for drinks. Thankfully, the tall redhead parted the people like a professional, and Bakugo was able to easily follow in his wake. 

Being a pro hero came with more than a few benefits, one of which was being able to reserve the same corner table in the back whenever they came in. That was where Kirishima led you with purpose, a hand hovering several inches above the small of your back, and Bakugo heard their friends long before he saw Kaminari’s bright yellow hair. 

“Guyyyys, I’m starving! When are we going to eat?” 

Bakugo came around the corner and up to the partial wooden screen that surrounded their party. Kaminari was sitting in the booth and dramatically slumped over the tabletop with a flush to his face that said he was already a few shots deep. Sero sat beside the blond and halfheartedly patted Denki’s back, and with his other hand he sipped from a mostly full glass of beer. Meanwhile, Mina was sitting at one end of the table, and she was leaning back on her chair’s rear legs with her own propped up on another seat, typing away at her phone. 

“Hey, guys!” Kirishima said from where he stood a few feet ahead of Bakugo. “Sorry we’re late. Happy birthday, Denks!” 

The redhead stepped past the partial screen to slap the electric hero on the back, but you hesitated on the threshold, rocking back onto your heels as you glanced at Bakugo with panic in your eyes. 

“It’s someone’s birthday?” you hissed. 

“Yeah, Dunceface’s,” Bakugo grunted and jerked his chin toward Kaminari. 

“Fucking Chargebolt?” you cursed under your breath in English before you switched back to Japanese. “I forgot Kirishima briefly mentioned that. I didn’t bring a gift.” 

“Why the fuck would you bring a gift?” Bakugo stared at you like you were crazy. “You don’t even know these idiots.” 

“I know, but it’s like, the polite thing to do,” you muttered as you wrung your hands, and the blond could tell you were apparently really upset about this. 

“Untwist your panties, Stitches,” he scoffed, just so you would stop looking like you were going to throw up on his shoes. “Dunceface always gets plastered on his birthday, so we’ve stopped giving him gifts at bars anyway. You don’t see Shitty Hair or I carrying crap, do you?” 

“No,” you said after your eyes darted to his hands, and some of the tension leeched out of your stiff shoulders. 

“So calm the fuck down,” he huffed, but his tone was much softer than he meant it to be. 

He needed a drink. 

You nodded, and Bakugo noticed that you inched a little closer to him right before Kirishima shouted your name. Then both you and Bakugo turned to find the hardening hero grinning, and the rest of the table behind him stood up and tried to peek around the redhead and partial wooden screen. 

“Bakuuuuuubro,” Kaminari cried out, and he made a drunken beckoning motion as he leaned forward and nearly toppled completely onto the tabletop. “Stop hiding in the shadows and introduce us to your new friend!” 

The explosive hero scowled and immediately felt defensive. 

“Shut up, Dunceface, Shitty Hair’s the one who invited her,” he said as he bumped you with his shoulder and herded you in front of him. He knew he was throwing you to the proverbial wolves, but it wasn’t like he cared, and he definitely couldn’t let these idiots think he cared, because then they would really turn into wolves. 

“Holy shit,” Kaminari blurted out and gaped at you when you came to a hesitant stop in front of the table. 

“Kiri! You didn’t tell us she was so pretty!” Mina skipped forward with a grin and immediately threw her arms around your stiff frame. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Mina Ashido.” 

“H-Hello, Ashido,” you stuttered, tacking on the -san honorific and awkwardly bowing once the pink-skinned hero released you. Then you quietly relayed your own name back, but Bakugo thought Stitches suited you better. 

“Aww! You’re so cute, but you can just call me Mina,” the acidic hero said with a wink. “We’re all friends here!” 

“Alright… Mina,” you relented, sans honorific. Bakugo could see the profile of your smile, and while it was still stiff, there was a little relief there, too. 

Why was he noticing this stupid shit? 

“Awesome! Now, come meet the guys.” Mina grabbed your hand without shame and tugged you the rest of the way to the table, over to where Kaminari and Sero were staring at you intently. 

Bakugo felt something prickle in his chest at the looks in their eyes, but he stomped it deep, deep down as he marched over to the opposite end of the table, threw himself into a chair, and helped himself to one of the several pitchers of beer that littered the tabletop. While he gulped down the cold amber liquid, he did his best to tune out the conversation happening a few feet away, but unfortunately, you wielded your quirk well, so he could hear every single word even if he didn’t want to. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Okie doke! So, this is tonight’s birthday boy, Denki Kaminari! But you might know him as the electrifying hero, Chargebolt!” 

Your new ‘friend’ Mina flourished a hand at the blond who was still practically gaping at you, and his mouth moved like he was trying to say something, but all that came out was a faint wheezing sound. 

You smiled stiffly and lifted a hand in a weak wave. “Hello. Happy birthday.” 

Chargebolt just continued to blink at you, so the tall and lanky man beside him stepped in. 

“Please forgive him,” the dark-haired man said as he slapped Chargebolt on the back and smiled at you. “He’s a lightweight and has had a few drinks already. And like Mina said, Kirishima didn’t tell us he was bringing such lovely company. I’m Hanta Sero, by the way.” 

Your cheeks burned at the casual compliment he threw your way, not to mention the smooth way he talked and his easy-going smile, which was a little toothy but suited his friendly face. You also recognized him as another pro, but his hero name was escaping you at the moment. 

“I-It’s nice to meet you, Sero,” you said, adding the -san honorific even though Mina had already told you it was unnecessary. It just felt wrong to talk to so many pro heroes so informally. “I, um, hope I’m not intruding on anything.” 

“Nonsense!” Mina cried out as she bumped her shoulder against yours. “Do you know how long I’ve been dying for another woman to be added to our group? When these guys get together, it can be testosterone central. Nights like these almost always end up with them challenging each other to some stupid dare or competition.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t participate in or at least encourage more than half of those dares, Mina,” Sero teased, and he took a sip off his beer before his dark eyes settled on you again. “But she’s right, it’s nice to meet someone new, so don’t feel like you’re intruding.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled uncertainly, still feeling awkward when everyone else seemed so comfortable and familiar with each other. 

How the hell did you end up here? Thirty minutes ago, you were in your pjs… 

“Soooo, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Mina suggested and drew you out of your inner lamenting, and she guided you into the chair she previously had her feet propped on. “Kiri said you were currently living at their agency?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, sweat beading on your brow when you looked up and realized three sets of eyes were glued to you. “It’s, um, well it’s kind of a long story…” 

“Then we’ll need some apps!” Mina grinned, turned to the other end of the table, and snapped her fingers. “Hey, Kats, can you grab a waiter and order the usual appetizers?” 

Your gaze trailed to the side and found Bakugo leaning back in a chair at the opposite end of the table, an almost empty beer glass half raised to his frowning mouth. 

“I told you to stop calling me that, Raccoon Eyes,” he grunted. “And I’m not getting shit. You’re lucky I even showed up.” 

“Yes, thank you for gracing us with your sparkling presence, Great Lord Explosion Dynamight,” Mina said as she rolled her black and gold eyes. 

“Actually, I think it was Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Sero chimed in with a smirk. 

“Shut the fuck up, Tapeface,” Bakugo growled. 

Cellophane, your mind abruptly supplied. That was Sero’s hero name. 

“Oh my god, I forgot Kacchan chose such a stupid name,” Kaminari suddenly snickered, and he seemed to have recomposed himself from earlier because he actually caught your eye and grinned. “Back at U.A., we had to choose our own hero names, and—” 

“Dunceface, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass,” Bakugo cut in as he bared his teeth, and you thought his cheeks might have been a little pink. 

Was pro hero Dynamight embarrassed by his friends? Maybe he was a little more human than you thought. 

“Always so mean, Kacchan,” Kaminari pouted, a bit of sunflower-yellow hair flopping into his eyes. “You can’t even be nice on my birthday?” 

“No,” Bakugo answered flatly, to which the still standing Kirishima leaned over and cuffed him over the head for. 

“Yes, he can,” the redhead said as he shot his partner a sharp look, and then he turned back to the table with his characteristic bright smile. “We’ll go get some food and a round of drinks. Just the usual?” 

“Yup! You’re a doll, Kiri, thanks!” Mina winked and blew the hardening hero a kiss, and now you thought his cheeks went a little pink. 

Interesting. 

Before you could think about this any further, Kirishima’s red eyes found yours. 

“Do you have any specific requests?” he asked. “Or any allergies?” 

“No allergies.” You shook your head and smiled at him. “And no requests. I’m fine with whatever you guys order.” 

“Are you sure?” Kirishima frowned. “You can have whatever you want. It’s our treat.” 

And your mother had taught you to never be picky or greedy when someone else was paying, but before you could politely refuse once more, Bakugo jumped in. 

“She said she was fine, Shitty Hair,” he grumbled. “Just go order already. I’m fuckin’ starving.” 

“Well, if you’re so hungry, then you’re coming with me,” Kirishima said as he narrowed his eyes at his partner, and then he leaned over, wrapped his hands around Bakugo’s bicep, and hauled him out of the chair as if he weighed as much as a sack of flour. 

“Wha— Shitty Hair, I said I wasn’t getting—” 

“You said you were starving,” the redhead corrected, and he started to shove the blond past the wooden partition surrounding the table. “So we need to get some food in you, STAT. Come on, stay with me, Bakubro. Don’t go into the light.” 

“You motherf—” Bakugo tried to dig his heels in, but Kirishima just kept shoving him forward like a petulant toddler, and the last thing you saw of the blond was his crimson eyes finding yours for a split instant over his shoulder. 

“We’ll be back in a minute, guys!” Kirishima called out behind him, and then he and Bakugo disappeared into the crowded bar. 

Which left you alone. With three professional heroes. That you didn’t know. 

You plastered on a smile and turned back to your new “friends.” 

“Things are never dull with those two around, huh?” you joked. 

“Ugh, try surviving a decade with all these knuckleheads,” Mina groaned as she leaned forward and ruffled Kaminari’s hair. 

“Why is everyone being so mean to me on my birthday?” the blond whined before his yellowish eyes found yours. “You’re not going to be mean to me, too, are you?” 

“N-No, of course not,” you stuttered. 

Kaminari immediately perked up, grinned, and started to shove Sero out of the booth beside him. “Did you hear that, Sero? I’ve got a new best friend, so you can move now.” 

“What did I do?” Sero laughed and planted his leg so he couldn’t be pushed onto the ground. “Besides, shouldn’t you at least learn her name before declaring her your new best friend?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you gasped and then quickly introduced yourself. “I, uh, completely forgot.” 

“No worries.” Sero smiled. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” 

“Yeah, and that’s such a pretty name, it suits you,” Kaminari quickly added as he gave up on trying to push Sero out of the booth. 

“Right? I thought so, too.” Mina winked at you. 

“Thank you.” You blushed and fidgeted, unused to being complimented at all let alone by beautiful pro heroes. 

Because they were all beautiful, even the men. Mina was obvious, with her pastel-pink skin showcased by her cut off denim shorts and cropped tank top. Silver sparkles glittered around her alluring two-toned eyes, and the tips of the yellow horns poking out of her hair were dyed silver as well. She was an explosion of color, and it was hard to tear your eyes off her. 

But the men were nothing to scoff at, either. Kaminari’s yellow hair was disheveled but in an endearing way, the black zig zag in his bangs matching the slim black choker around his neck. His smile was just as friendly and bright as Kiri’s, if a little more goofy, which contrasted with his all black outfit and faded band tee. 

Meanwhile, Sero was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with his raven-black hair just long enough to fall into his equally dark eyes. He wore a dark, short sleeved button up with a denim jacket thrown over the back of the booth behind him, and his long but muscular legs were stretched out and wrapped in light colored, distressed jeans. For the first time, you noticed the bulges around his elbows, and you couldn’t help but feel curious. Your quirk was invisible, so you always thought people with physical manifestations of their power were fascinating. 

Sero must have noticed your gaze because he stretched out his arm and flexed his elbow, the lithe muscles in his bicep rippling with the motion. 

“Tape comes out of them,” he chuckled. “If you didn’t know.” 

“N-No, I did,” you stammered. “I’ve, um, seen you on the news before. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just… didn’t think I would end this night by meeting pro heroes Cellophane, Chargebolt, and Pinky.” 

“Heyy, the night’s barely even started,” Sero said as a wide grin stretched across his mouth. “And seriously, we’re just regular people. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around us.” 

“Yeah,” Mina added and bumped your shoulder. “And I promise we’re all much nicer than Bakugo.” 

“Stop talkin’ shit about me behind my back, Raccoon Eyes.” 

You jumped when the blond’s voice suddenly came from behind you, and you craned your neck back to see him standing there with a scowl and tray of what looked like sake, shot glasses, and a bottle of… whisky? 

“I talk shit about you to your face, too, Kats, don’t worry,” Mina teased. 

Bakugo’s scowl only deepened as he stomped forward and set the tray on the table. Kirishima was on his heels carrying a similar tray, but this one was full of food. You saw some gyoza, calamari, edamame, and karaage, along with several other dishes, and your mouth immediately started to water as you remembered how hungry you were. 

“Sorry that took a minute,” Kirishima said as he set the food on the table. “They said the first round was on the house in honor of Denk’s birthday, but if we want refills, we just need to flag someone down.” 

“Awesome, let’s take shots!” Kaminari lunged forward, grabbed two shots of whisky, and held one out to you. 

“O-Oh, thank you,” you said and took the small glass, even though you didn’t usually drink, and when you did, it was almost never whisky. 

“To my birthday!” Kaminari cheered as everyone else picked up their glasses and raised them. Then his yellow eyes found yours, and he winked. “And to new friends. Kanpai!” 

“Kanpai,” you muttered timidly, and everyone clinked glasses. The back of your neck suddenly prickled as the others took their shots, and you looked up to see Bakugo staring at you over his now empty glass. You flushed under his scrutiny before tilting your head back and letting the liquor burn down your throat. 

“Woo!” Kaminari shook his head, and you swore you saw sparks dance off the ends of his hair. 

“Alright, now that we have food and drinks, I think we were promised a long story,” Mina said as she picked up a piece of calamari, popped it into her mouth, and turned to you expectantly. 

“Yeah, yeah!” Kaminari excitedly leaned forward. “Kiri said Bakubro blew up your neighborhood or something?” 

“Shitty Hair is dramatic,” Bakugo cut in, and he shot his partner a glare. “I didn’t blow up a whole fucking neighborhood.” 

“Wellllll,” Kirishima drawled as he poured himself a beer, “you tore up the street for almost a whole block. And we are having to fix up numerous buildings.” 

“The villain did most of that shit,” Bakugo sneered. “And he would have done worse if I didn’t stop him.” 

“Uh-huh, sureeee, Kats,” Mina said as she fought back a smile. 

Bakugo scowled and opened his mouth to retaliate, but you beat him to it. 

“No, he’s right,” you spoke up without meaning to, and then cursed yourself when every eye turned on you. “I-I mean, I saw the villain, and he was destroying the block. A few other heroes were trying to stop him, but they weren’t making much progress until Dynamight arrived.” 

“See?” Bakugo smirked as he leaned back and rocked his chair onto its rear legs. “Listen to Stitches.” 

“Stitches?” Kaminari and Mina echoed in unison, and the smirk immediately fell from Bakugo’s face. 

Your own flushed with heat, and you sank a little bit in your chair, hoping the ground would just swallow you up. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s Bakubro’s nickname for—” Kirishima cut himself off as he popped a gyoza into his mouth and gestured to you. His expression was innocent, but you could have sworn you saw a mischievous glint in his gaze. 

“Oh, reallllllly?” Mina asked with a sly grin, and her black and gold eyes flickered from you to Bakugo and back again. 

“She’s a fuckin’ seamstress,” Bakugo snapped defensively. “And you know I can’t be bothered to remember names.” 

“Mmmhmm, I’ve heard that one before,” the pink-skinned hero snickered before she turned her attention on you. “But you’re a seamstress? That’s so cool! Can you make clothes as well as do like touch ups?” 

“Well, I don’t know how cool it actually is, but yeah,” you laughed self-consciously and had to fight the urge to fiddle with your hair or necklace. “My grandparents were a tailor and seamstress, and my dad taught me the basics of sewing when I was young, so I took over the family shop about a year ago after my grandparents passed.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mina said with a momentary frown. “But I’m sure they would love the fact that you’re keeping their legacy going!” 

“Yeah, I like to think so, too.” You smiled softly and could feel the whisky working its way through your system, lowering your guard. “In any case, taking up their shop was better than anything I had going on back home in America, so I can’t complain much.” 

“Wait, you’re American?” Kaminari gasped as he slapped a hand against the table, rattling the dishes. He had a little dipping sauce smeared in the corner of his mouth, and it definitely helped to lower him a bit from the pedestal of pro hero. 

“Yes.” You blushed. “My parents moved to America before I was born, so I grew up there.” 

“Wow, I would have never guessed,” Sero said and smiled. “Your accent is perfect.” 

“It’s far from perfect.” You deflected the compliment with another nervous laugh. “But my family grew up speaking in Japanese, and I studied languages and linguistics in college, so I’m glad it all ended up being worth it.” 

“Can you say something in English?” Kaminari blurted out. 

“Um, sure?” you half-asked, half-stated. “What, uh, do you want me to say?” 

“She’s not a circus monkey, Denki,” Kirishima interjected, and he frowned as he turned to you. “You don’t have to.” 

“Aww, come on,” Kaminari pouted as his yellow eyes pleaded with yours. “We all studied English in high school, but none of us really kept up with it. I just think it sounds so cool! Especially the curse words. I kinda know some of those. Ooooh, can you say, ‘Chargebolt is fucking awesome?” 

“Denki…” Sero sighed, and he mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to you. 

“Fine, you don’t have to say that exactly,” Kaminari amended. “What about… ‘Chargebolt is the best fucking electric hero there is.’ Or ‘Chargebolt is the toughest bastard I’ve ever met!’” 

“Someone shut him up,” Bakugo grumbled as he poured himself some sake. 

“No, it’s fine, really,” you assured him, which caused Bakugo to frown at you. Then you faced the electric hero again as you summoned up your courage. “Um, okay, how about…” 

In the end, what came out of your mouth was not what you intended. 

“I don’t know how the hell I ended up here,” you said in English. “And I’m praying to every god I don’t believe in that I’m not making a complete fool of myself in front of all you really important people. But Chargebolt is fucking awesome.” 

“Hey, that’s me!” The blond grinned and pointed at himself. “I don’t know what else you said, but it sounded sweet. And you can call me Denki, by the way.” 

He winked at you, and you had to wonder if he asked you to call him Chargebolt just so he could use that line. 

You smiled politely and tried not to think about how you must be sweating through your dress. 

“So, you’re pretty, have a degree, speak multiple languages, sew, and own your own business?” Mina whistled as she sipped on some sake. “That’s impressive.” 

“She can cook really well, too!” Kirishima chimed in and shot you an encouraging smile. “I’ve stolen some of her dinner while she’s been staying at the agency, and it’s always delicious.” 

“Stoppp,” you said, well more like begged, as your whole body prickled with embarrassment. “I really just throw stuff into a pan and hope it tastes good.” 

“The mark of a true chef,” Kirishima said with a wink. 

“Well, maybe you could cook for us one day,” Sero suggested as his dark eyes studied you, but his smile was friendly and warm. “Bakugo does that for us sometimes when we he refuses to be dragged out to dinner.” 

“No, I just cook myself dinner, and somehow you leeches always show up,” the blond grunted and drew your attention to him. He was still leaning back in his chair, but now his arms were crossed over his thick chest, and he was glaring down the table. He didn’t seem like he was having fun, but these were his friends, and maybe this was just their dynamic. 

“So, how come there’s always enough food for all of us, Kats?” Mina teased over the rim of her beer. 

Bakugo didn’t seem to have an answer to that, and the table laughed. 

You smiled awkwardly and, with the attention off you momentarily, leaned forward to grab some of the finger foods. The pro heroes around you bantered with each other while you snacked on gyoza and edamame, and you sighed with relief as your snarling stomach was finally satiated. You tried each of the dishes, and they were all delicious, made better for the fact that you didn’t have to make or pay for them. 

“Stitches!” 

You snapped your head up, edamame skin still hanging from your mouth, to find the whole table staring at you. 

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled as your swallowed and discarded the edamame. “What?” 

“She’s not a dog, Bakugo,” Mina huffed and rolled her eyes. “I apologize for him.” 

“What’s there to apologize for?” the blond asked at the end of the table. “She wasn’t answering when you called her, so I got her attention for you.” 

“Interesting that you answered to Stitches instead of your name, though,” Kirishima said with a sly grin cast in your direction. 

“I’ve just… heard that more in the last few days,” you mumbled and fidgeted with the empty glass in front of you. 

“Oh, do you need some beer?” Kaminari blurted out before he leaned forward, grabbed one of the pitchers on the table, and filled your glass. “There you go.” 

“Thank you,” you said, and you picked up the glass just so you could have something to do with your hands. The beer was a little warm when you took a sip, but you didn’t even like beer that much anyway, so it made little difference to you. “Sorry, um, what were you all trying to ask me?” 

“I just wanted to know if these guys have been treating you alright. Well, besides Mr. Explosion Murder blowing up your shop.” Mina gestured at Bakugo and Kirishima, and the former scowled while the latter frowned. 

“O-Oh, no, they’ve— everyone’s been so nice this past week,” you fumbled out. “I’ve really wanted for nothing. And besides, like Dy— Bakugo said, the villain’s to blame for most of the damage anyway, so, um, no hard feelings there.” 

You internally cringed and cursed yourself for faltering over Bakugo’s name. You didn’t want to seem too informal with him, so you’d decided to use his hero name at first, but then you realized that might seem weird since you were sitting and eating with his friends. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything between the two of you besides an embarrassing, unrequited crush on your side. You needed to stop being so weird. 

“Yeah, see, Mina?” Kirishima puffed out his chest. “I can take care of people. Red Riot’s a hero of the people, after all.” 

The rest of the pros groaned at the sappy sentiment, but you flashed the redhead a small smile because it was true. The people did love Red Riot, and after spending time with him, you could clearly see why. He was kind and considerate, not to mention brave and strong. But, if the quick looks he kept shooting Mina when he thought no one was looking were any indication, you weren’t the only one at this table with a secret crush. 

But maybe you were reading into things. That shot of whisky could have gone straight to your head, you were such a lightweight. 

“I was less worried about you, Kiri,” Mina said with a wave of her hand. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bakugo growled. 

“I rest my case.” Mina raised a sake cup, downed the liquor, and turned to you. “Seriously, if you get sick of his attitude before your place is fixed up, you can come stay at my agency.” 

“Or mine!” Kaminari said as he tossed his hand up in the air like he was a particularly enthusiastic student dying to answer a question. 

“Well, if everyone’s throwing their hat in the ring, I will, too.” Sero grinned ad nodded at you. “My door is always open.” 

“Stop trying to glom onto my thing,” Mina pouted. “She’ll come stay at my agency. That way we can have girl’s night!” 

“No, that’s not fair!” Kaminari argued. “That’s… that’s sexist!” 

“What?” Mina arched an eyebrow as Sero snorted into his beer. 

“I don’t know,” the blond whined and immediately backtracked. “You know things just come out of my mouth sometimes. But you still can’t just claim Stitches. That’s not fair.” 

Now he was calling you Stitches, too? 

“I hate to second Denki, but he’s right,” Sero chimed in as he downed his own sake glass. “The fairest thing would be for Stitches to have equally long stays at each of our agencies.” 

“Uh, since when—” Kirishima started to interject. 

“Okay, but I get Stitches first,” Mina asserted and popped a piece of calamari in her mouth. 

You might as well change the name on your passport at this point. 

“Um, can ‘Stitches’ say something?” you asked as you tentatively raised a hand. 

“No,” Bakugo suddenly snapped and drew every eye to him. He was scowling, which wasn’t unusual, but the fire in his red eyes was incongruous with the conversation. “She’s staying at our agency until her shit’s fixed. End of fucking story.” 

The rest of the table blinked at him in surprise, you included, and a long stretch of silence descended on the lot of you. Bakugo continued to glare defiantly at his friends, like he was daring them to challenge him, and finally the silence became too much for you. 

“I, uh, was actually going to say that I’m honestly fine with where I am right now,” you spoke up, but you shrank back a little in your seat when Bakugo’s crimson eyes shot to you. “I just— it’s only going to be a few weeks anyway. The room I’m in is really nice, and I don’t want to have to move again until I’m going home. Besides, Kirishima and Bakugo really have taken care of everything for me, and I don’t want to be any more of a bother than I have been.” 

“And I’ve repeatedly told you that you aren’t a bother,” Kirishima countered before he smiled at you. “But I’m glad to know you’ve enjoyed your stay.” 

“Butttttttt if Kacchan is ever too mean to you…” Kaminari drawled and flashed you a wink. 

“I’m the Number Two hero, I’m perfectly fucking nice,” Bakugo spat. 

“Might be Number One if you learned now to smile, Kats,” Mina giggled. 

“Fuck all of you,” the blond growled, and then he slammed his chair down on all four legs, grabbed one of the sake carafes, and ignored the cups entirely as he took a swig straight from the bottle. 

His friends laughed again before Sero suddenly straightened up in the booth like he was peeking over the wooden divide around them, and a grin split his mouth in half. 

“Speaking of Number One…” he said. 

“Oh, is Izu finally here?” Mina gasped and whirled around. 

Izu? You frowned in confusion and dismay. You didn’t know they were expecting more people to show up, and while you couldn’t place the name, it was safe to assume this new person was another pro hero. 

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bakugo grunted as he slammed the sake bottle onto the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Who invited the nerd?” 

Whoever this person was, Bakugo didn’t seem to be a fan, but Mina’s voice pulled you from your musings. 

“I did, Kats, calm down,” she said with another eye roll. “A few weeks ago, he helped Denki and I with a case that our agencies ended up working together on.” 

“Yeah, it had been a while since I’d seen him, maybe before his last America trip, but it was actually hella fun getting to work with him,” Kaminari added before his eyes lit up, and he lifted an arm to wave over his head. “Yo, Midoriya!” 

“Denki!” everyone hissed in unison, and Sero used his long arm to pull the blond’s down. 

“Do you want us getting mobbed?” Mina chided and leaned forward to bop Kaminari on the head like a disobedient puppy. Then she saw you blinking around in confusion, and she flashed you an apologetic smile. “Sorry. It’s just, while we might all be pros, Izuku’s on another level. If people figure out he’s here, we’ll be swarmed with fans asking for pics and autographs. And he’s so nice, he’ll talk to every single person who approaches him.” 

“That’s cuz he enjoys all the hot air people blow up his ass,” Bakugo grumbled as he slumped in his seat, and you could have sworn he was hiding a pout behind the rim of his full beer. 

Wait a second… Mina had said Izuku, but Kaminari called him Midoriya… Izuku Midoriya. Where had you heard that name before? 

“Sorry I’m late guys!” a voice said from behind you. “I actually can’t stay long, either, one of my sidekicks needed his shift covered, but I just wanted to drop by and say happy birthday, Denki!” 

Why did he sound familiar? 

“Hey, thanks, man.” Kaminari grinned as he pushed to his feet and clambered over Sero, exiting the booth and walking around the table to embrace the man behind you. 

You chanced a glance over your shoulder and then had to crane your neck up to fully take in the newcomer. He was tall, taller than Kaminari but not quite as tall as Kirishima, and his frame was incredibly broad, nearly enveloping Denki’s slighter form as they hugged. When they pulled apart, you saw the man was dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, and a baseball cap was pulled low over his face. But it didn’t quite hide the mess of green curls spilling out from under the rim, and when he lifted his head and smiled at the table with a face full of freckles and white teeth, you felt like the breath had been punched out of you. 

Because standing in front of you was Izuku Midoriya, hero name Deku, the top hero in Japan and most of the world, the Symbol of Peace. 

You definitely needed a sinkhole to open up directly beneath you now. Right now. 

Your body amped up its sweat production even more, and the blood roaring in your ears blocked out the sound of Mina and the others greeting Deku. You cast your eyes around in the futile hopes of an escape route, and when none were forthcoming, you decided you at least needed some sake for courage. Your hands shook as you hurriedly poured the liquid, but the burn seemed to take the razor-sharp edge off your panic, so at least you didn’t start hyperventilating. As you were contemplating a second sake, you felt eyes on you, and you looked over to find Bakugo still seated, still sulking behind his beer, but now he was almost… glaring at you? His upper lip also seemed to be curled in disgust, and you had just a split second to wonder if you’d spilled something on yourself before someone called your name. 

“Y-Yes?” You half-turned in your chair, but when you realized numerous eyes were locked on you, you hastily rushed to your feet. 

“We just wanted to introduce you,” Mina said as she gestured at Deku. 

“Hello.” The tall, green-haired man smiled with the same friendly smile you’d seen on TV, and he held out a large, scarred hand for you to shake. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You blanky muttered your name and watched as if from a distance as his hand enveloped yours completely, scars and callouses rough against your skin for an instant before he pulled away. 

“Eijiro says you’re a guest at his agency,” Deku went on, and his emerald eyes seemed to study you with genuine interest. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, your throat suddenly dry. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, even as an awkward silence descended upon the table, so you just continued to smile forcefully until Kirishima came to the rescue. 

“Her shop and apartment were destroyed by… a villain Bakugo stopped about a week ago,” the redhead explained. 

“Oh, no, that must have been very hard on you,” Deku said with a sympathetic frown. His voice was very light and gentle, like he was talking to a frightened child, but your brain continued to rattle around your skull like a rogue pinball. 

“It’s good,” you muttered, but when the Symbol of Peace frowned at you, the words registered in your head, and you rushed to clarify. “I-I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine. Sorry, Japanese isn’t my first language. But, um, I’m… fine. Kirishima and Bakugo have taken very good care of me while my apartment is repaired. Bakugo even gave me his own credit card. W-Well, I mean it’s an agency card, not like his own personal one, um…” 

You let you a nervous giggle that was only a touch hysterical, but in your mind you were screaming for yourself to shut up. You even went so far as to bite the inside of your cheek, and the metallic taste of blood shocked enough sense back into you that you finally, blissfully, lapsed into silence. 

“Well,” Deku said, and his smile was amused now, but not in a mean way, “I’m glad Kacchan is being so accommodating.” 

“Shut the hell up, nerd,” Bakugo finally spoke up from the end of the table. “I can be nice when I fucking want to.” 

“I know. That’s why you’re nipping at my heels in the rankings.” The Symbol of Peace turned his smile on the blond now, and you almost sagged in relief to not be pinned under his gaze anymore. 

“Damn straight.” Bakugo scowled and narrowed his scarlet eyes. “I’m coming for your throne next time, Deku.” 

“It’s good to see you, too, Kacchan.” Deku’s smile turned fond. 

“Whatever.” Bakugo rolled his eyes and reached out to pour himself another beer. “Are you going to fuckin’ sit down or just hover? Your looming shadow is pissing me off.” 

Deku winced and rolled up his sleeve to look at his watch. “I really can’t stay long. The shift I’m covering starts in about two hours…” 

“Awww, come on, Izu,” Mina pouted and wrapped herself around his massive bicep. “Just have one drink with us.” 

“I don’t know…” he said, and his brow furrowed as he bit his lip. 

“Dude, just one drink,” Kaminari cajoled. “For my birthday. Your quirk will burn it off before your shift even starts.” 

“If you leave now, Denki’s just going to pout and sulk all night,” Sero chimed in. 

“Well, I don’t want to ruin your birthday, Denki.” The Number One hero smiled ruefully. “I’ll stay for one drink. But just one!” 

Everyone cheered, save you and Bakugo. Bakugo just rolled his eyes again and refocused on his beer. Meanwhile, you plastered on a bright, fake smile and wondered if this night would ever end. 

The group reshuffled to make room for Deku. Sero, Mina, and Kaminari squeezed back into the booth, with Mina in the middle. Kirishima took the chair closest to Bakugo at the end of the table, which left Deku to take the chair on the opposite end, sandwiching you between him and the hardening hero. 

“Is this alright? Do you have enough room?” Deku asked as he shifted his chair an inch away from you. 

Given how both he and Kirishima were over six feet, and as wide as the broad side of a barn, you were admittedly feeling a little claustrophobic, but you would never admit it. 

“I’m fine,” you said with the same fake smile that hadn’t left your face in so long that your cheeks were starting to hurt. “Do you have enough room?” 

“Yup!” Deku grinned as Mina took it upon herself to dole out a second round of whisky shots. Everyone clinked glasses, shouted ‘kanpai!’ and downed the liquor, and then the green-haired hero turned back to you. “So, what kind of shop do you run?” 

You knew he was just being polite and trying to include you, and he did look genuinely interested, but you wished you could fade out of existence rather than be the focal point of his attention. 

“O-Oh, nothing exciting I’m afraid,” you chuckled with the taste of whisky still burning a hole through your tongue. “I just do alterations. On clothes. You know, patching school uniforms and taking suits in or out.” 

“Wow, that must require a lot of precision,” Deku said, and he didn’t sound condescending. Then he laughed as he lifted his large hands and flexed his scarred fingers. “Dexterity like that isn’t one of my strong suits.” 

“Says the top hero in the world,” Kaminari scoffed. 

“I don’t know about that.” Deku smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, and he suddenly looked a little younger, less imposing. 

“Oh, come on, dude. What about that thing you just did on our joint mission a few weeks ago? Mina was there!” 

“Are you talking about him shooting Black Whip through a hole the size of a quarter, in between falling debris?” Mina tapped her chin with a thoughtful look. 

“Nooo,” Kaminari groaned. “Though that was awesome, too. I’m talking about…” 

The conversation devolved into hero exploits from there, which you could not be more grateful for. It was kind of like listening to gods talk about their adventures, so you just continued to smile politely and nod while sipping on sake and silently sneaking snacks. Your surroundings and hearing started to feel a little fuzzy, which was a sign you should probably stop drinking, but it was the only think keeping you calm while you were literally pinned in by gigantic, larger-than-life heroes. 

Unfortunately, you weren’t completely invisible, because the conversation eventually turned back to you when Deku was talking about his last America trip, and Kaminari oh so helpfully pointed out that you were American. 

Then everyone had a million questions for you about the United States. Deku wanted to know where you grew up, and it turned out that he’d actually been one city over from your hometown at some point. Then he wanted to know if you’d visited some of the other places he’d been to, and you had to inform him that you unfortunately weren’t very well traveled before you came to Japan, which Deku said was a shame. 

Meanwhile, Mina wanted to know what the fashion trends were like in America. And, again, you had to sadly inform her how you weren’t very up to date on fashion. You liked what you liked and what felt comfortable, and you never really paid attention to the five-minute fads that came and went on social media. But you did show her a few outfits that you had made for yourself, and she gushed about how good they looked, how she loved the colors, and if you could make something for her. Which caused Kirishima to snicker and mouth, “Told you so,” at you. 

From there, Sero actually asked about your quirk, which made you immediately tense up, and you swore you saw both Kirishima and Bakugo shift in your peripherals. But you just said you had a minor healing quirk that was all but useless, which was why you had turned to academic studies, particularly languages, for your degree. You hurried the conversation on from there, and thankfully no one seemed to notice the way your hands shook around your almost empty beer glass. 

Then Kaminari butted in and bluntly asked what the dating scene was like back home and if you had a boyfriend waiting for you in the States. 

“Denki,” Sero sighed as he shoved the blond’s head to the side. “Stop being rude, or we’ll have to cut you off.” 

“It was just a question,” Kaminari defended, and his yellowish eyes were a little bloodshot, probably due to the several shots he’d take off the whisky bottle. 

“A rude question,” Sero said as he casually sipped his beer, but his dark eyes wandered over to yours and glinted with their own curiosity. 

“I-It’s okay,” you muttered, cheeks and ears hot with alcohol and embarrassment. “I, uh, don’t have anyone waiting for me back in America.” 

“Whaaaaaaa?” Kaminari gaped. “Then you found a boyfriend here in Japan?” 

Every eye was suddenly trained on you, even Bakugo’s at the end of the table, and you downed your countless sake cup for courage. 

“No,” you said after you swallowed, and you refused to lift your gaze off the table. “I’m… single.” 

“Impossible.” Kaminari rapidly shook his head, sending sparks flying off the ends of his hair. “I mean, just look at you!” 

You face flared with so much heat you thought you were going to burst a blood vessel. 

“Have you ever had a partner before?” Mina suddenly jumped in. 

“Mina, not you, too,” Kirishima groaned. “Leave her alone. I didn’t bring her so you guys could gang up on her.” 

“Yeah, when did this fuckin’ turn into a sleepover game?” Bakugo interjected. It was the first time he’d spoken since Deku arrived, and when you glanced at his end of the table, you saw an empty pitcher of beer sitting in front of his slightly pink, scowling face. 

“Oh my god, that’s a great idea!” Mina gasped and clapped her hands. “We should play Never Have I Ever! I’ll go first. Never have I ever had a partner before.” 

“I know that’s a damn lie,” Kaminari snorted, which earned him a soft slap to the head. “Owwww. Why’re you hitting me? You’re the one trying to trick Stitches into answering.” 

“I don’t think it’s fair if you’re targeting one person with your questions, Mina,” Deku laughed. 

“Umm, we really don’t need this song and dance,” you said as you tried not to spontaneously combust. “I’ve, uh, had partners before. A few boyfriends in college, but nothing serious, and nothing in several years.” 

Why were you talking about this? Why did the universe hate you so furiously? 

“Man, American guys must be fucking blind and dumb, because you’re sooo hot,” Kaminari muttered and then ducked when Sero and Mina both tried to headslap him. “Ha! Denki for the win.” 

“Ignore him.” Mina rolled her two-toned eyes before she grinned at you. “But if you’re single, are you looking to settle down here in Japan? Because I know a few guys at my agency who would make great husband material!” 

Your polite smile fractured like glacial ice. Husband? 

“Um, excuse me?” Kaminari frowned and gestured around the table. “What about the husband material sitting right in front of you?” 

Mina wrinkled her nose as she glanced at each of the men in turn, and then she shook her head. “Deku and Kiri are the only viable options, and Kiri’s taken.” 

“Uhhh, no I’m not,” Kirishima interjected. 

“Aren’t you seeing that girl from the tea shop downtown?” Mina furrowed her brow. 

“No, she just gave me her number. I never called her.” 

“Why not?” Mina asked, and she cocked her head. “She was cute.” 

“W-Weren’t we asking Stitches questions?” Kirishima suddenly deflected as his cheeks went a little red. 

The bastard. 

“Oh, yeah.” Mina turned back to you. “Where was I?” 

“You were saying apparently only Deku and Kiri are viable husbands,” Sero helpfully supplied, but his tone was playfully bitter. 

“Come on, Han, you and I both know you’re at least five years from settling down,” Mina teased. “You love going out too much.” 

“And what about me?” Kaminari protested. 

Mina shifted in the booth to give the blond a long once over. “You still need about ten years to finish maturing, Denks.” 

“Rude.” The electric hero pouted. “What about Kacchan? No way he gets married before me.” 

A flame licked down your spine as you suddenly imagined Bakugo in a suit, standing at the end of a flower-strewn aisle… 

No. Stop it. Bad alcohol. Yet you still reached for your remaining flat and tepid beer and chugged the rest of it in one go. 

“I don’t know,” Deku suddenly interjected with a sly smile. “There was this girl in our preschool class that Kacchan gave flowers to…” 

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, nerd,” Bakugo spat. “She lived next door, and her dog died. The old hag made me bring her flowers.” 

“Ooooh, how is Mitsuki doing, by the way?” Kaminari asked. “Still a MILF?” 

A gyoza suddenly rocketed across the table and smacked Kaminari right in the face, leaving behind a smear of dipping sauce. 

“Say that about the old hag again,” Bakugo said with narrowed eyes, and his voice was deathly quiet. 

Kaminari whimpered and ducked behind Mina. “Kacchannnn, it’s my birthday, don’t hurt me. All I’m saying is your mom is and has always been very beautiful. It’s a compliment!” 

Deku snickered behind his hand, which drew Bakugo’s attention and his ire. 

“What are you laughing at, Deku?” he sneered. 

“Yeah, Inko’s just as hot,” Kaminari said as he peeked his head out from behind Mina. “But in a more matronly kinda way. Plus, her cooking is amazing!” 

“Hey.” Deku’s smirk suddenly turned into a frown. 

“Ugh, as you can see,” Mina chimed in and turned back to you. “They’re all a little hopeless.” 

“I’ve at least had a girlfriend,” Kaminari said with a haughty sniff. “Bakugo can’t say that.” 

What? That couldn’t be right. Pro Hero Dynamight had never had a girlfriend? 

Another gyoza— no, edamame this time— slapped into Kaminari’s forehead, even though he was still partially hiding behind Mina. 

“Dunceface, I swear to fuckin’ god…” Bakugo growled as he glowered at the other blond. 

“What? It’s true!” Kaminari said and ducked completely behind Mina again. 

Bakugo stood up so fast the table full of glasses and dishes rattled precariously. Crimson eyes glared down furiously at the gathered heroes but for some reason avoided you entirely, and meanwhile Kaminari was trying to go boneless and slide onto the floor for better cover. 

You gaped up at the explosive hero, and a silence that was equal parts angry on Bakugo’s part and awkward on everyone else’s descended over the table until Deku spoke up. 

“Kacchan, you know he was just kidding around,” he said in that gentle, soothing voice you internally dubbed his ‘hero voice.’ 

Bakugo snapped open his mouth like he was going to spit fire, but then he paused, with his eyes glaring at Deku over your head but not drifting toward you for even a second. 

Finally, he shoved his chair back completely with another rough scrape but kept it from hitting the wooden divide. 

“I’m going to get another drink,” he grunted before he stalked off into the bar, the tense line of his shoulders the last thing you see of him. 

Everyone glanced at the still quarter full whisky bottle that was sitting in front of Bakugo’s now empty seat, and another beat of silence passed. 

Then the faint sound of a phone alarm shattered the awkward quiet like brittle glass. 

“Oops, sorry, that’s me,” Deku said as he fished around in his jacket pocket and silenced his phone. “Not to go out on a sour note, but I have to get going. My shift starts in an hour, and I still have to get back to the agency, change, and do some paperwork I’ve been putting off.” 

“Boo,” Mina pouted before she sighed. “But we understand. Being Number One is hard work. But you do it well, Izu. All Might would be proud.” 

Tears suddenly glistened in Deku’s emerald eyes, and you tried to hide the shock on your face. You didn’t expect the Symbol of Peace to cry so easily… but it kind of made you like him more. 

“Thanks, Mina,” he rasped, and then he cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet. “It was so great to see all of you guys, and Denki, your gift should arrive at your apartment in the next few days.” 

“Aww, you shouldn’t have, man, thanks.” Kaminari also slid to his feet, and then the two heroes leaned over the table and gave each other a one armed embrace, which left you leaning off to the side and trying not to look up Deku’s shirt. 

Eventually, Kaminari sat down, and Deku shared another half embrace with Mina and a fist bump with Sero. Then the looming green-haired man pulled back and smiled down at you. 

“And it was really nice to meet you, um, Stitches?” He said it like a question. 

Now you really had to change your passport. 

Suddenly remembering your manners, you rushed to your feet and bowed your head slightly. 

“The pleasure was all mine, uh, Midoriya,” you replied and then immediately started second guessing yourself. Should you have called him Deku? Used the -sama honorific instead of -san? 

Thankfully, Deku just smiled and dipped his head back at you. 

“I hope we meet again, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you before my next trip to America,” he said with a twinkle in his green eyes. 

“Um, well, I’ll, uh, be at Kirishima’s agency for the next few weeks, and after that, um, well, he could tell you where my shop is, or give you my number, he has that, too,” you rambled before you bit the already raw spot on the inside of your cheek. 

What were you doing? Japan’s Number One Hero didn’t want your number, he was just being polite. 

“Oh, awesome!” Deku grinned. “I’ll be sure to get that from him.” 

There was no way that was true, but it was nice of him to keep up the façade. 

“Actually, just sent you her number, dude,” Kirishima jumped in, and when your gaze snapped to the redhead, you found him smiling and holding up his phone. 

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. He didn’t just share your number with Japan’s Number One hero… 

“Got it!” Said hero held up his phone in return, and now you had to wonder if you had actually slipped and cracked your head on the steps leading up to the bar and were now just languishing in some kind of torturous coma. 

“Ooh, shoot that over to me, too, Kiri,” Mina said as she took out her phone. 

“No, put it in the group chat!” Kaminari argued. 

You just stared around in shock until Deku’s low, quiet laughter caught your attention. When you shifted to look at him, you found him smiling at you. 

“Popularity can be a little overwhelming, huh?” he asked. 

You nodded mutely. 

“Well, whenever it gets a little much for me, I just like to remind myself that if so many people are liking me, I must be doing something right,” he chuckled before he pulled his cap a little further onto his curls and popped the collar of his jacket. “But also, you can tell them no sometimes. You’re entitled to that, even if they are heroes.” 

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” you said as you nervously twisted the rings on your fingers. 

“Good.” Deku nodded with another smile before he lifted his hand in a wave. “Have a good night, you guys! And happy birthday again, Denki!” 

“Thanks, man, have a good shift!” Kaminari waved back, echoed by the others with similar sentiments. 

“Be safe,” you muttered as you also waved goodbye, and soon Deku was ducking his head and ducking back into the crowd of the bar. Now, you were the only one left awkwardly standing, but thankfully Kirishima spoke up and grabbed everyone’s attention. 

“Well,” he sighed, “I better find Bakubro and make sure he’s alright.” 

“He probably left,” Sero snorted and downed another cup of sake. 

Kirishima frowned but didn’t argue, and he didn’t get up, which meant he most likely agreed with Sero. 

“His loss,” Kaminari scoffed. “I’m just about to order the second round. And maybe a few entrées for the table to share.” 

“I am still a little hungry,” Kirishima said before his eyes found yours. “Are you okay with sticking around a little longer? Sero’s right, Bakugo probably split, but we can just hang for another hour.” 

“Wooow, are we so terrible?” Mina smirked. 

“Yes, but I promised Stitches dinner, and appetizers just aren’t going to cut it,” Kirishima shot back playfully, but his gaze flicked to yours again. “If that’s alright with you?” 

“Of course.” You smiled and hoped it didn’t come off as strained as you felt. “I’m having a great time, you don’t have to worry about me. But, um, I actually wanted to run to the bathroom real quick if that’s okay.” 

“Sure—” Kirishima started. 

“I’ll take you!” Mina cut him off as she started to rise from the table. 

“No!” you said, a little more sharply than you intended, and Mina froze half out of the booth. “Sorry, I mean, if you need to, of course you can come with me, but don’t get up on my account. I-I saw the bathrooms on the way in, so I know the way.” 

“Are you sure?” Mina asked with a frown. 

“Positive.” You nodded. “You guys just order another round of drinks and food, and I’ll be back in a minute.” 

“Any requests?” Kirishima asked as you started to turn away. 

“Surprise me!” you said over your shoulder, and then you slipped off into the bar. 

You had lied to Mina. You hadn’t seen the bathrooms on the way in, so you stumbled blindly through the crowd, simultaneously keeping your head down so you wouldn’t meet anyone’s eye, and darting quick glances around at the walls for any signage. 

After bumping into half a dozen drunk people— or maybe you were the drunk one, you did feel a little more unsteady than usual in your boots—  you finally found the women’s bathroom. There was a line of course, but it wasn’t very long, and you were immensely grateful to not be the object of anyone’s attention for a minute. Unfortunately, you hadn’t lied about needing to use the bathroom, so you were practically dancing on your tiptoes by the time you stumbled into the stall. 

Damn alcohol always went right through you. 

Once you’d relieved yourself, you shuffled over to the sink to wash your hands. Several women were fixing their hair and makeup in the mirror, and you winced when you caught sight of your reflection. You hadn’t worn much makeup to begin with, so most of that was still intact, but your hair was frizzy from the humidity in the bar, and the clip keeping your bun in place was starting to hurt your head. You sighed as you took it out, running you damp fingers over your hair to try and tame the worst of it. In the end, there wasn’t much difference, but the headache just starting up in your temples had receded a bit, so you took that as a win. 

Slipping the hair clip into your pocket, you gave your reflection one last tired glance— trying to ignore how you swayed on your feet— before you summoned up your courage again and walked back out of the bathroom. 

Your feet were a little slow and reluctant, but you were making your way back to the table when a sudden blast of cooler air made you stop. You glanced to the right to see a glass door swinging closed and leading out onto a patio, strung with lights. It was a little too cold tonight, so all of the outside tables that you could see were empty, only a few smokers hovering as close as they could to the bar door. 

But beyond them, you could see a silhouette topped with familiar ash-blond hair, leaning against the railing overlooking the street… 

You hesitated there in the doorway. You knew that you should return to the table because Kirishima and the others would worry about you if you were gone too long, and it was Kaminari’s birthday, but… you recalled the look on Bakugo’s face when he stormed off. He seemed genuinely angry, upset. Had Kaminari’s joke really dug that deep under his skin? Or… was it a joke? Something about Bakugo’s reaction told you it wasn’t, but the fact that he hadn’t had a significant other seemed… ludicrous. Katsuki Bakugo was too handsome for his own good, bordering on beautiful, with his pale, sharp features and piercing red eyes. And that was not to mention his strength and prowess as a pro hero. Every woman, and more than a few men, in Japan wanted to be with him. Had he really never taken anyone up on the offer? 

A sudden cold breeze slapping you in the face yanked you from your thoughts, and you discovered that you had somehow walked over to the door, opened it, and stepped outside without your conscious permission. 

You panicked, about to turn and go back in, but then red eyes glanced over a broad shoulder and stabbed right into you, and you knew it was too late to go back now. 

~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Bakugo couldn’t understand why he hadn’t gone home already. He should have. He’d already stormed off from the table, and Shitty Hair would probably assume he’d left already, which he should have. 

Instead, for some inexplicable reason, he was standing in the cold night air, glaring off the patio and down onto the shadowed street about six feet below. He still felt warmer than he should have, which told him he’d drank more than he intended, but fuck it. The idiots inside had been getting on his last goddamn nerve. 

First, it was Dunceface and Tapeface drooling all over you. Sero was less obvious, but Bakugo had seen the glint of interest in his eyes when he stared at you, asked you questions. And Kaminari had been just a step below popping a fucking boner all night. Bakugo saw the way his eyes kept trailing toward your cleavage. 

Not that he was staring at your cleavage. Well… maybe a little, but only when you leaned over the table to refill your glass or grab some food… 

“Fuck,” Bakugo snarled under his breath, shaking his head. 

He had spent the whole night convincing himself he didn’t care about you or what you thought, doing his best to just drink and ignore you, but his eyes kept trailing back to you no matter how much he fought it. He’d clocked how your stiff and awkward posture had gradually relaxed with more alcohol, how you blushed so fiercely every time Dunce or Tapeface threw a compliment your way. Then fucking Deku had to go and show up, and you went all starry-eyed, fumbling over your words more than you had been all night, staring at the nerd like everyone else did, like he hung the goddamn moon. 

Listening to the two of you talk about America, something Bakugo had no context for, had gotten under his skin, dug deep and writhing through his bones. You’d been smiling as you described your hometown, and Deku had been his usual ray of fucking sunshine self as he listed all the places he’d traveled to in your country. 

That would have been the worst of it, and something Bakugo could have handled, but then Kaminari had to go and open his fucking mouth. 

He had tried not to listen, tried not to be interested, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t absently wondered some of the same questions Kaminari asked. And though he would never say so out loud, he had to agree with Denki on one thing. American men must be stupid. You were… far from ugly and obviously intelligent, but the latter might have been a turn off from what Bakugo knew of Americans. Either way, your single status surprised him, and a kernel of… something had unfurled in his chest at the revelation. Bakugo refused to acknowledge it as excitement. 

He’d attempted to drown out the sensation with whisky, but between Mina trying to pimp you out, everyone suddenly calling you Stitches when that was his name for you, and goddamn Dunceface calling him out on his lack of relationship history, the alcohol had just turned that not-excitement into anger. 

He hadn’t meant to react, but the fire in his veins had propelled him to his feet, and he could still hear the clattering dishes in his mind. He’d fully intended to tell the whole table to just go to hell, but then he’d seen you staring up at him with wide, surprised eyes, and his anger had quickly twisted into embarrassment. He’d stomped off to save some face, but he wasn’t sure he had succeeded. 

Now, here he was, standing alone on a bar patio and hunching against the wind. When he’d initially stormed out here, there had been almost a dozen smokers scattered across the deck, but one look at Bakugo’s scowling face had sent most scurrying back inside. The few who remained had retreated near the bar door, but Bakugo could feel them glancing at him every now and then. He didn’t know if they recognized him or just sensed the enraged aura rolling off him, but Bakugo didn’t give a shit either way. 

A high-pitched laugh on the street below drew the blond’s attention, and he glanced down from where he was leaning against the railing. A woman had staggered drunkenly into the street, teetering on her too high heels. A man was stumbling behind her, and although Bakugo could hear the murmur of their voices, he couldn’t hear the actual words they were saying. Then the woman laughed again, twirling in circles like a ballerina as she threw her arms out to the side. She faltered on the uneven asphalt and lost her balance, but the man suddenly swooped her up into his arms and spun her around into a dramatic dip. The woman giggled as she wound her arms around the man’s neck and kissed him, and the two of them swayed in the middle of the street like they were the only people in the world. 

Bakugo sneered at them with the disgust he typically regarded overly affectionate couples with, but then, unbidden, he had the thought that you had a much nicer laugh than the woman on the street. You were just as clumsy, even when you were sober, but Bakugo suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have you in his arms, to dance with you and dip you like the man below had done. He imagined you would probably step on his foot at every turn, but it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if you were giggling in his ear like you had in his car last night… 

The blond slammed his eyes closed and vigorously shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about you. The drinking hadn’t worked, but maybe if he found someone else to occupy his thoughts for the night… 

Bakugo pushed off the railing and half turned to reenter the bar, but then he paused. The idea of going back inside, ordering another drink, and trying to find a one-night stand was suddenly very unappealing to him. His friends would probably spot him before long and call him out, poke fun at his attempt to get laid, which even just the thought of that happening irritated him. Then there was just the whole song and dance that he hated. Walking up to a woman or waiting for one to approach him. Buying them a drink. Engaging in useless small talk. It all sounded… terrible. 

He really should just go home. 

But then, inevitably, his thoughts drifted back to you. Was he really going to just leave you with his idiot friends? God knows what shit they were spouting now. They could be doing irreputable damage to Dynamight’s reputation. 

And why do you care so much about what Stitches thinks? a voice that sounded annoyingly like Kirishima taunted in his head. 

Bakugo gritted his teeth, but before he could even reprimand himself, he heard the bar door opening behind him. His hero training made him glance back, as he had every other time the door had opened, but this time, it wasn’t another smoker standing in the threshold. 

No, it was you, of course it was you, standing there like the blond’s thoughts had summoned you. Your eyes were wide in your alcohol-flushed face, and even from a distance, he could see the panic in your gaze. He expected you to turn around and retreat back inside, but you surprised him by letting the door close behind you. Then you just stood there, shifting awkwardly on your feet, like you were waiting for permission to join him. 

Unfortunately, the smokers got to you first. 

“Hey, baby, need to bum a cig?” a man with short black hair asked. He dug around in his leather jacket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes and then extended them to you, and the two other men he was with shared an excited smirk before they aimed their leers back at you. 

Bakugo immediately tensed. 

“O-Oh, no, thank you,” you stammered, fidgeting with the slim brown belt around your waist. 

“What, not your brand?” The man smirked but didn’t withdraw his hand. 

“No, I-I just don’t smoke,” you murmured. 

“Ever tried?” one of the other men asked. His buzzed hair was short against his scalp and dyed blond with patterns zigzagging through the stubble. 

“Yeah, don’t knock it till you tried it,” the third man said. He was shorter than the others, with blood red hair thrown up into a knot at the top of his head, giving him a few extra inches. 

“I have, um, back in college, but I quit.” You shifted from side to side on your feet, and Bakugo noticed you were subtly inching away from the men. 

Part of him absently wondered if you were lying or not about the smoking, but the majority of him was laser focused on the three assholes that apparently couldn’t take a fucking hint. 

“Wooow, a woman of discipline, how rare,” the first man drawled as his filthy eyes flicked up and down your body, and then he jostled the pack of cigarettes in his hand again. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you?” 

“I’m sure, but I appreciate the offer,” you said with a nervous smile. 

Bakugo had already turned fully to face you and the men, palms slowly starting to heat up with his quirk, but you hadn’t glanced at him at all since this interaction started. Did you not want his help? 

“Alright.” The dark-haired man shrugged and pocketed the cigarettes before taking a drag off the lit one he still held in his other hand. “You don’t have to smoke to hang with us. What’s your name? Mine’s Yoshida.” 

“Nice to meet you, Yoshida,” you said, emphasizing the -san honorific and being disgustingly, perfectly polite. “But, um, I can’t stay, I actually have to—” 

“Aww, no, come on,” the guy with the buzzcut cajoled, smiling slyly around the cigarette hanging from his lips. “Just chill with us for a bit. You’re much prettier company than Yosh, here.” 

“Shut up, Kyo,” Yoshida scoffed, but then his eyes dragged over you again, and Bakugo felt something ignite in his chest. “He’s right, though. You are very pretty. Much prettier than my last girlfriend. Sure you can’t stay?” 

“I-I’m sure.” 

“At least tell us your name before you go,” the redhead with the topknot said. Then he took a step to the side, blocking your path forward, and suddenly the three men had almost surrounded you, closing in like a pack of wild dogs. 

“I…” You faltered, panic clear on your face, before your eyes finally flicked to Bakugo’s. 

The message in them was clear. Help me. 

Bakugo crossed the patio in three long strides. 

“There a fuckin’ problem here?” he grunted as he shouldered past Topknot to stand beside and a little in front of you. 

Topknot stumbled into his friends, and the three of them teetered, off balance. It was then that Bakugo smelled the alcohol practically seeping from the bastards’ pores, and he wrinkled his nose at the stench. 

“Woah, what the fuck, dude?” The man named Yoshida righted himself first and then threw a glare at Bakugo. “You made me drop my cig.” 

“Sounds like it’s time for you to get the fuck back inside then,” Bakugo sneered. 

“Hey, we’re just talking to our new friend here, you’re the one with the problem, asshole.” Topknot puffed himself up to his full height, which still barely put him above Bakugo’s shoulder, and the blond smirked down at him maliciously. 

“The grownups are talking, why don’t you go find a booster seat and then come and find me?” he taunted. 

Topknot’s face went as red as his hair, and Bakugo let more of his quirk trickle into his hands, his fingertips starting to glow. The other two men shifted on their feet, and he saw Buzzcut dropping his cigarette butt and putting it out under his heel. All three men widened their stances like they were getting ready for a fight, and all Bakugo could think was good. 

His blood had been roiling all night. It would feel good to let off a little steam. 

“Bakugo,” you muttered in a tight voice, your hand finding his elbow, but the moment you said his name, all three men paled. 

“W-Wait…” Yoshida blinked and then squinted at the blond, trying to see through the shadows of the patio and the haze of the liquor. “Bakugo as in… Bakugo Katsuki?” 

“Holy shit,” Buzzcut breathed, eyes widening. “I thought I recognized him, but… i-it’s fucking Dynamight.” 

Bakugo bared his teeth, angry at the sudden cowardice in their gazes. “So what? Didn’t you have something to say to me a second ago?” 

Topknot sneered at the condescension in the blond’s tone and opened his mouth to retort, but Yoshida abruptly elbowed him in the gut. 

“N-No, Dynamight,” Yoshida then stuttered, bowing his head and practically simpering as he added the -sama at the end. “We apologize. We… didn’t realize she was with you.” 

“Y-Yeah, if we knew she was yours, we would have never bothered her.” Buzzcut nodded vigorously in agreement, and while Topknot continued to glower, he didn’t say anything else. 

Bakugo narrowed his eyes in a red-hot glare, but his rage was quickly being displaced by your hand tightening on his elbow and the words she and yours cycling through his head and searing through his already blazing veins. 

Still, he couldn’t let them get away without any punishment. 

Humiliation would have to do in lieu of his fists. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he growled. 

The men blinked in confusion before they seemed to realizing you were still standing behind him, and when Bakugo curled his upper lip and flicked his gaze to the ground, Yoshida and Buzzcut instantly dropped to their knees, yanking Topknot down with them. 

“We are deeply sorry for bothering you, ma’am,” Yoshida said with his forehead pressed to the deck of the patio. “W-We’ve maybe had too much to drink tonight.” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes at the pathetic excuse, but then you cleared your throat. 

“It’s al— I forgive you,” you amended yourself midsentence, and Bakugo could feel you shaking slightly as you pressed into his side. “But, um, next time, when a woman tells you she’s not interested, you should listen to her.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Yoshida intoned, his head still resting against the patio floor. 

A beat of awkward silence passed as Bakugo glared down at the men in contempt. 

“Well?” he finally snapped when the bastards didn’t move. “Are you waiting to be fucking dismissed?” 

The three men scrambled to their feet and shoved each other out of the way to reach the door first. Yoshida and Buzzcut practically fell into the bar, but Topknot cast one more glare over his shoulder before the door closed behind him. 

For a moment, the only sound on the patio was the whistling breeze and the murmur of music and voices from inside the bar. 

“Seem to be making this a habit, Stitches,” Bakugo finally grunted as he turned to look down at you. 

Your face was still pink—whether from adrenaline or alcohol now, he couldn’t tell— and he realized that your hair was no longer up in a bun. Instead, it hung loose around your shoulders, framing your face, and he had to fight the sudden urge to catch a lock and run it between his fingers. 

He told himself to take a step back, put some distance between the two of you, but his boots stayed rooted to the deck. He blamed the fact that his blood still felt more like whisky, sluggishly pumping through his blood vessels. 

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, drawing his attention. “Some men seem to take breathing as an open visitation. Hopefully, those guys will think twice about it next time, but…” 

Bakugo frowned at the resignation in your tone. “Does this shit happen to you all the time?” 

“I-I mean, not all the time,” you stuttered and averted your gaze. “I don’t go out enough for it to be a real problem. But it’s not… uncommon for a man to say something to me or brush up against me on the train.” 

The fading embers in his chest roared back to life at the thought of men accosting you regularly, and Bakugo found himself wishing he had drawn some blood from those bastards. 

“Fuckers,” he spat instead, glowering at the bar door like he could still pierce them with his gaze. 

“I-It’s fine, Bakugo. It’s really not something to get too upset over.” 

“Fuck yeah, it is.” He scowled. “You should be pissed. Assholes aren’t entitled to speak to you, let alone touch you.” 

Pot calling the kettle black, a voice whispered in his head, but this one sounded more like his own than Kirishima’s. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but if I did that, I would be pissed all the time.” You shook your head, gold earrings glinting in the string lights and distracting him for a moment. 

“So what?” he asked when he got back on track. “Then be pissed all the time.” 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but being angry for that long would just be exhausting to me.” You smiled faintly, a teasing hint to your expression. 

Bakugo huffed but couldn’t hold onto his full anger. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. My stamina must just be better than yours.” 

“I don’t doubt it,” you laughed, and it was the first time all night that he had heard the sound without a nervous undertone. 

He didn’t know what to say in the wake of his evaporating anger, didn’t know what to say with you smiling up at him while still close enough that your arm brushed his. 

“Good,” was what he settled on, and he injected as much cockiness as he could into the word in the hopes of covering up how unbalanced he suddenly felt. 

Silence settled over the pair of you again, and you shivered in the brisk wind as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Well, um, I’m sorry for disturbing your peace and quiet out here,” you muttered, averting your gaze to the far railing. “I just… saw you through the door and, uh, wanted…” 

“Wanted what?” he asked when you trailed off into silence. 

“To… make sure you were alright,” you finished, and your cheeks grew a little more pink. “You, um, just seemed… upset when you left, so I wanted to… apologize.” 

“What the fuck are you apologizing for now?” Bakugo scoffed. You were seriously ridiculous with that shit. 

“I don’t know,” you muttered and dropped your gaze to your feet. “My presence? You didn’t seem… excited about the idea of me joining you guys earlier, and then I kinda felt like the others were… poking fun at you on my behalf, so… I’m sorry for ruining your night or whatever.” 

You kicked the toe of your boot into the wooden deck, scuffing the already worn brown leather. Bakugo couldn’t see your face since your were ducking your head, but he could read your cowed body language, and he was speaking before he even knew what he was going to say. 

“You didn’t ruin shit,” he muttered, but now he suddenly couldn’t look at you, so he turned to stare out toward the railing again. “Those idiots are always like that. Just don’t listen to half the shit they say. That’s what I do.” 

“Duly noted,” you said, and when he glanced back at you, he found a slight smirk tugging at your lips. 

He stared at them for a moment and recalled the dancing couple in the street, and he wondered what would happen if he pulled you in right now and— 

“Shit,” you cursed in English at a stronger gust of wind, fighting back a full body shiver. Bakugo could see goosebumps rising on your forearms, your collarbones, and he clicked his tongue. 

“Let’s get back inside before you fuckin’ freeze to death,” he muttered and stepped toward the bar door, but you caught the sleeve of his jacket and stopped him. 

“Wait,” you said, biting your lip and hesitating for a moment before you continued. “Can we just… say out here for one more minute? It’s a little cold, but it’s kind of refreshing. Plus, it’s helping me sober up.” 

“How much did you drink?” Bakugo frowned. 

“Enough.” You blushed. “What else was I supposed to do when I was suddenly meeting four of the most famous people in the country?” 

Something ugly squirmed beneath his ribcage, pushing the next words out of his mouth without his permission. 

“Don’t worry, you impressed fuckin’ Deku, so you can unclench,” he scoffed before he turned and stomped back to the patio railing. 

“Do you think?” you asked as you trailed after him, sounding so hopeful, oblivious to the way he gritted his teeth. “I just… wanted to make a good impression on your friends.” 

That gave him pause, and he stared down at you as he leaned against the railing. 

“Why?” he couldn’t help but ask. 

“Why what?” You blinked up at him, suddenly too close again as you used him as a shield against the wind. 

“You said you wanted to impress my friends, not ‘pro heroes.’ Why do you give a shit if my ‘friends’ like you?” 

“I—” Your eyes widened, cheeks darkening with a fresh blush, and you quickly averted your gaze as you started to fiddle with the pendant resting against your chest. “I just, um…” 

You trailed off, unable to come up with the words, and Bakugo felt that thing that definitely wasn’t excitement unfurl in his chest again. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, Stitches.” He smirked. 

“Shut up, Dynamight,” you muttered, shooting him a glare that was more of a pout, and fuck. Fuck. 

He wanted to kiss you. He fucking admitted it. He wanted to goddamn kiss you. 

Bakugo tried to recall every reason why he shouldn’t, why he couldn’t, but his train of thought derailed and exploded when you shivered again, crossing your arms under your breasts and pushing them up as you huddled into yourself. 

“I can hear your fuckin’ teeth clacking,” he said distantly, fighting to bring his gaze up to your face. 

“S-Sorry,” you chattered. “I, um, didn’t have a jacket that went with this outfit.” 

“Tch.” Bakugo clicked his tongue and was shedding his bomber jacket in one motion. “Here, before your lips turn blue.” 

“O-Oh, no, I— ohhhhhhh,” you sighed as he stepped forward and flung the jacket over your shoulders. “That’s so warm.” 

“No, you’re just becoming hypothermic,” he grumbled, tugging his bomber more securely over you. Then he realized the two of you are standing chest to chest, with his arms basically wrapped around you. You were so small, tucked into the hollow of his torso, and he suddenly got a whiff of the shampoo in your hair, recognizing it as the one they always kept stocked at the agency. 

Something about the sight of you in his jacket, smelling like his agency, riled him up, and his eyes were drifting to your lips again. 

No, fuck. What was he doing? He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. 

He was the Number Two hero in Japan. He had his career to focus on. He still needed to usurp Deku, and that wouldn’t happen if he was distracted. Plus, as the Number Two hero, he had his fair share of enemies, and you were a goddamn seamstress, you didn’t need that kind of heat. 

Furthermore, he didn’t do relationships. As Dunceface had so gleefully pointed out, Bakugo had never had a significant other. He didn’t have the time, energy, or even the fucking motivation to try with that bullshit. He’d had several one-night stands, but that was the extent of what he wanted. 

Except, with you, it would be different. He could tell. He had thought about bedding you, just to get it out of his system, but now, after seeing how Kaminari and Sero salivated over you, the notion of letting you go after, pushing you away like he had with the others, rubbed him the wrong way. No, if he had you, he wanted you. He remembered the way Yoshida and Buzzcut had called you his, and something dark and possessive purred inside him, clawing to make those words truth. 

And Bakugo didn’t like that, didn’t like feeling out of control. He was a grown man and a goddamn pro hero. He should be in control of himself. 

So he couldn’t kiss you, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed to keep his distance, remind himself that you were just supposed to be his healer until he found a more permanent solution for his hearing. It didn’t matter how pretty you were, how interesting he found the tidbits of your life that you had shared with his friends tonight. It didn’t matter that he thought you were ridiculously stubborn, idiotically kind, and stupidly brave. 

None of it mattered because he couldn’t do this. Wasn’t doing this. You were drunk and better off without him anyway, even fucking Raccoon Eyes said so without knowing. You deserved someone nice, someone who complimented you and took you dancing in the middle of the street. Hell, from the look in Dunceface’s eyes earlier, he was already halfway in love with you, and even though he was a fucking moron, he was a good guy. He would treat you right. 

The image of Kaminari pulling you in close suddenly jumped to the forefront of Bakugo’s mind. He imagined the other blond tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like Bakugo had wanted to do on several occasions, envisioned the electric hero smiling, dipping you with a dramatic flourish, and then leaning in to kiss you… 

Black rage reared its head in Bakugo’s mind. 

No, mine, that should be me. 

Without realizing it, Bakugo had stepped even closer to you, and he only snapped back to himself when he felt your shaky breath skating across his collarbone. His red eyes flicked down to find yours, wide and shocked, and he watched as your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. 

“Um, B-Bakugo,” you whispered, and he noticed your hands were shaking where they were clenched against your chest, cinching his jacket around your shoulders. 

That logical, practical voice was screaming in the back of his head, but it sounded distant and tiny, drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears. He ignored it entirely as he reached up and finally, finally, caught a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. 

Your breath whooshed out of you all at once, and Bakugo could see your pulse stutter in the hollow of your throat. 

“Stitches,” he murmured. “Tell me to fuck off.” 

It was a last-ditch effort and a cowardly one, pawning the responsibility off on you. But the blond couldn’t even find it in himself to care as you parted your lips and met his gaze dead on. 

“What… what if I don’t want to?” you whispered, leaning into him until the two of you were sharing the same air. 

“Assholes aren’t entitled to touch you, remember?” he rasped. 

“But what if I give permission?” 

“You’re drunk.” 

“Tipsy,” you corrected in a breathless voice. “And so are you.” 

“Doesn’t make it better.” 

You frowned, and before he could stop you, you reached up and placed your hands on either side of his head. The cool, tingling sensation of your quirk rushed through him a moment later, and then clear, startling sobriety took its place. It was like he’d been dunked in the Arctic Ocean, and Bakugo inhaled sharply. 

Because now the logical side of him was loud, shouting at the forefront of his mind. Suddenly, all those reasons why he shouldn’t kiss you came roaring back, and the blond knew he needed to step away. 

But your voice made him hesitate. 

“There,” you said, still close enough that your breath brushed his chin. “Now, neither of us is drunk.” 

Yeah, that was the problem. 

Bakugo opened his mouth to say as such, but you were abruptly raising up onto your tiptoes, your lips brushing his in the most innocent peck. You dropped back onto your heels before he could even process anything, and then you blinked up at him with eyes full of hope and uncertainty. As the seconds passed, the hope started to fade, replaced by fear, and you tugged your lower lip between your teeth, worrying it until it was cherry red. 

Fuck. Bakugo felt the last of his resolve splintering into nothing, and he lifted a hand to cup your face. Your cheek was crimson but somehow cold beneath his hot palm, and it was oh so very soft. 

“You’re making a mistake, Stitches,” he warned, but before you could come back to your senses, he dove down and slanted his mouth across yours.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

of I may offer some additions to 🌟✨ anon's bby manager hcs~

-bby managers first time at an official match being hit on by some weirdo old man that finds 16 year olds attractive and then having dad/big bro brigade stepping in to protect the little one...

Even better if it's a tournament and the Adler's help shoo the creep away

Gen z anon

Nobody and I meam NOBODY messes wirh bby manager

"Oh hello there"- bby

"Hey there cutie"- gross creep

You 👉🏻 sir I'm a minor 😐

Never fear YN, the trees are here!

"HEY- HEY BACK THE FUCK OFF BRO"- Bokuto

"Hey don't say the f word in front of YN"- Hinata adds

"Oh shit- I mean, crap"- Bokuto

"What the hell- who are you?"- Meian says as he approaches with Hirugami

"Hes a creepy guy who called me cute"- you say shrugging

Thomas, Inunaki, Barnes, Ushijima, Kageyama, Romero, Tatsuto, Heiwajima, Atsumu and Sakusa all pull up

"You said what"- Romero says, face like stone

"Ahh nothing- I didn't- I uh"- creepy gross man

"She's a child"- Ushijima 😠

You 👉🏻 well gotta go ✌🏻

You literally skip away knowing your boys have your back 🥰

[soul-music-is-life]

PLL: OS thoughts on episode 7 (SPOILERS)

Spoilers below cut, cuz I’m not a monster who wants to spoil shit.

I assumed this would be the episode where Elodie’s secret came out. Here we go…gearing up to hate Elodie, which is going to hurt my heart because I love Lea Salonga.

Hmm, so…this funhouse mirror scene is like…a reverse-uno Alison where Elodie is coming on to Angela. In PLL it was Emily being interested in Alison and Alison going along with it only to hold it against her, whereas Elodie led Angela right into it because FEELINGS. *sigh* I get that Elodie was freaking out about hiding her sexuality, but…c’mon. What she did was shitty, but I don’t hate her near as much as the other moms…yet. Maybe it’s Lea bias. Maybe I just hate it when LGBTQ characters are villains. Or maybe it’s because I don’t think Elodie planned that. She just freaked out. The other girls intentionally planned to hurt Angela. Doesn’t make it right. But I’m analyzing this...and Elodie was probably the least bitchy to Angela given what the other girls did to her. The others physically and mentally abused her on purpose.

Bro, the way Corey is icing Faran out like it’s her fault. Girl, bye. She is the worst mother. Marjorie ties with her. Woman, this child did not make you get in that car and start driving. Fuck this bitch. She deserves the Davie treatment.

Noa out here spilling the tea on Sheriff Beasley. MY GIRL!!! She is definitely my favorite. *standing ovation*

I like the sensitive spot that Faran has for Kelly. She may be hot and cold with the girl, but she does care.

Calling it now. Mouse was kidnapped on Halloween night at the carnival.

*almost kidnapped. Close enough.

Ash is the best. Love him. Supportive, kind, empathetic. On that note, I know something about Ash that is not common knowledge yet. HOWEVER, it changes absolutely nothing. He is perfect.

Why are all the teachers at this school so creepy? Only adult figure I like is the nurse. And I’m still kind of pissed that she didn’t refer Imogen to a Doctor when Imogen was freaking out and talking about an abortion. I get why this is so problematic and controversial, but she was 15 years old and raped. So...the least she deserved was a conversation with someone who had a PhD

I don’t know anything about ballet, so someone tell me how Faran is doing.

Get creepy Wes off my screen THIS instant! And of course he likes movies with rape in them. I hate him.

That fake out pen scene with Tabby is probably the corniest thing I have seen on this show thus far. So I will give it a pass.

This Steve/Mouse shit is getting to be too much. I am really unnerved by it. This full-ass adult freaks my adult ass out.

I can’t tell if Tabby’s mom is actually trying to help Imogen or not. I do not trust her.

Imogen lost her fake child. I am not supposed to be laughing at this. And the fact that the baby’s name is a fucking nod to Hannibal…dead.

I understand Tabby facing her demons. I do. But honey…going into the middle of the woods when a psycho is out there?!

Why is this Sheriff not dead yet? You are slacking, Masked Creeper. Get on that.

How is Corey going to straight up pretend she wasn’t an absolute See You Next Tuesday that morning? Good on Faran for giving her the metaphorical finger.

I wanted to leap through the screen and punch Steve for grabbing Mouse like that.

Ohhhh, Mouse’s dad is gonna be the one who tried to snatch her!!! I just feel it!

I don’t know how I feel about Chip/Imogen

Noa is a badass. That girl was about to take on a whole football team.

Shawn is back on my shitlist. Fucking testosterone hyena hiveminded bitch.

That house of mirrors scene was as intense as Noa’s apartment scene. Poor Mouse.

Bruh…what Elodie did to that man trying to start a family was MESSED UP. I figured it was her dad, but Elodie fucking ran off with the child when she was a surrogate?!

Oh shit. Ohohohoh…hold up. MOUSE USING BURNERS. What in the actual -A?

Ahh, I feel bad that Mouse’s family is breaking up. But understandable.

THAT ENDING!!!!!!! Epic. Do not RIP, Tyler.

So I feel like I have to speak on something. One thing that really annoys me: I feel like Elodie has had way less screen time than the other mothers and that bothers me for some reason. It’s not because I like Lea. It’s because I’m annoyed that the only LGBTQ couple doesn’t get the same treatment as the other moms. And what we see is always toxic. There was not one loving scene with Elodie and Mouse and I don’t like that. I understand that the other mothers are toxic, but we’ve also seen scenes of them with their children that were really sweet (Davie/Imogen and Tabby and her mother as well). Faran’s mom can choke. But her dad is wonderful. I guess I could probably say the same thing for Noa/Marjorie that I can for Elodie/Mouse. Both of them have been nothing but poison. I’m uncomfortable with that.

Last thoughts: what I thought was going to be spoiled in this episode (fucking asshole people on reddit) was not spoiled, so I’ll go into that particular thing I know when it happens.

I can’t wait until next week!! I was pretty dead on about my theories (I swear these are things that I did not know going into this show), so I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Anyway, ranking the Liars for fun:

1) Noa. Call me a sucker for a girl with a tough outer-shell, but is loyal AF and vulnerable inside.

2) This is tough, because Imogen and Mouse are tied for me. Imogen, because she is so fleshed out, but Mouse’s storyline constantly has me on the edge of my seat and I’ve enjoyed seeing her develop from meek to “don’t fuck with me.” So on that alone, I think I have to give this slot to Mouse.

3) Imogen. One of the most fleshed out characters and fantastically acted. Can I make her 2.5 instead of 3? It was a tough choice for me. I do love Imogen and I’m engulfed in her story…and Bailee is absolutely crushing it. But the storylines for Noa and Mouse have been more gripping…and frankly, terrifying.

4) Faran. It actually kind of pains me to put her this low because I love her and her storyline has been so amazing. Her one-liners are fabulous and her growth and the fact that she’s shedding herself of her mother’s shadow is such an incredible arc. I just seem to be grabbed more by the others right now. *subject to change.

5) I like Tabby. I do. I see a lot of hate for her on reddit. But I do like her. I think she’s going to be key to solving the entire mystery (her and Imogen), but the others have held my attention more often than not and I find myself so engulfed in what is happening to them that sometimes I forget about Tabby (ie: Noa in her apartment running from the Masked Creeper, Imogen and her grief during the Ouija board scene…fuck that cut me deep and I am traumatized, and Mouse with Steve the creep and in the house of mirrors. I just don’t have that kind of connection with Tabby yet. There has been no ‘it’ moment…except when she punched Tyler, which was awesome).

[gaarasgirlfriend]

beach day with the bnha boys

oh to go to the beach with a cute anime boy😔 hope you guys enjoy!!

midoriya izuku

this boy is so excited to spend some time with you at the beach!! he double checked that he packed sunscreen, a towel, and an umbrella!!

when you guys finally get to the beach he’s literally smiling so much because it’s so nice outside and he’s so excited to have a nice beach day with you!!

so after picking your spot and settling down, he’s watching the water

“y/n-chan look at how blue the wa-“ his voice suddenly dies down when he looks over to see you taking off your shirt and shorts

his face immediately erupts in red and he finds himself gulping

the way you look in that bikini has him so embarrassed!! he thinks you look so beautiful and he whimpers a bit when his eyes trail down to see your curves. how’d he score a s/o as beautiful as you??

“c’mon izuku!! let’s go!!” you’d say, dragging him forward before he cried out, “w-what about s-sunscreen?”

“oh yeah! i almost forgot about that, good thing you remembered!”

his face would get even more red as he saw you put the sunscreen all over your body, averted his eyes when you put some on your chest

“hey could you get my back?” you smiled sweetly to him

he gulped but nodded, “o-of course!”

and so, with trembling hands, he put sunscreen on your back and relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused, rough hands.

if you have a small groan because of the way he was massaging you this poor boy would probably combust

“huh? izuku are you alright?”

covering up his nosebleed, he would give you a thumbs up sign, “y-yes, lets get in the w-water now y/n-chan.”

todoroki shouto

todoroki is excited to spend some time with you!! it was an exceptionally hot day and when you begged him to go to the beach with you, he was more than glad

of course, he offered to cool you down with his ice powers but you had pouted and said, “where’s the fun in that? c’mon, let’s go to the beach shouto!!”

and who was he to deny a person as cute as you?

anyways, you guys make it to the beach

he’s very unaware of all the girls checking him out, especially while he’s shirtless

finally finding a secluded area, you guys set up your things

he sees a couple having some ice cream and decides to get you some as well

“wait right here y/n, i’ll be back.”

he comes back balancing two cones, double scooped of course because he knows how to treat you like a queen.

“i got you cookies and cream, that was the ice cream you got on our second date.”

“thanks so much shouto! you’re the best!” you say before hugging him, careful as to not make him drop the ice cream

while hugging, he suddenly notices that you’re not wearing a shirt

and that he can very much feel your skin against his

specifically your chest

he slightly blushes at the physical contact but clears his throat once you let go of him. giving you your ice cream, he silently takes you in, admiring how beautiful you look in your swimsuit.

his eyes linger on your chest before he drags them up to meet your eyes

with a small smile he grabs your hand, “you look wonderful y/n, now let’s finish these so we can go in the water.”

tbh his ice cream melts in his hand because his eyes are fixating one the way your tongue is lapping at your frozen treat

he can’t really take it anymore and drags you to the water, making you drop the ice cream

“shouto~ you made me drop my ice cream!” you pouted

“i brought my dad’s credit card, i’ll just get you another one.”

kaminari denki

he’s the one who begs you to go to the beach

it had been an extremely hot day, and he just wanted to swim

of course he thinks about asking his bro todoroki to use his ice on him before he thinks of something better

going to the beach with you!!

he totally didn’t decide to go to the beach because of the thought of you in a bathing suit. totally not.

‘i wonder if she’s gonna wear a one-piece or two-piece?’ his mind is racing with thoughts of you half-naked

but he can’t help it!! he just thinks you’re so beautiful!!

when you guys are finally at the beach, he’s literally emitting little sparks of electricity because he’s so excited

“calm down there babe, before you electrify everyone in the water.” you chuckled as you guys picked out your spot

“heheh~” he doesn’t say anything to you bc he doesn’t want you to think he’s being creepy

he sucks in his breath when you finally pull your shirt over your head

he jaw drops a bit when he sees that you have on a bikini

you only giggled at his reaction while taking off your shirts, watching his adam’s apple bob as he gulped

“like what you see babe?” you playfully winked at him

he could only dumbly nod, “i really do...”

okay so you decide to bathe in the sun for a bit, lying on your stomach trying to get a nice tan

it would’ve been so peaceful if you didn’t feel your boyfriend’s piercing stare trained on you

“denki, i can feel your stare.” you mumbled, your eyes still closed as you layed your head on your arms

he didn’t say anything, continuing to marvel at your beautiful backside

you peaked at him with one eyes and slowly got up, “what’s wrong? why are you staring at me?”

he met your eyes and solemnly said, “your butt is nice.”

your face heated up at his words, “denki!” you smacked his arm playfully as he just shrugged with a grin

“just speaking facts! anyways are you gonna head in the water or are you just gonna continue lying down like that? because believe me, i have no problem watching you like this.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, “let’s go swim you dork.”

“i’m your dork.” he dumbly smiled at you

you shook your head, “that, you are.”

kirishima eijirou

he was so excited!! a beach day, with you?? sign him up!!

it had been such a hot day and when you mentioned that you were going to the beach, he immediately asked if he could tag along

“can i come with you babe? it’s soo hot outside!”

and now the two of you are at the beach, putting down the beach towels and umbrella

“look y/n-chan! a volleyball court! let’s play later!”

“okay! be prepared to lose to me though.” you laughed while taking your shirt off

kirishima didn’t respond, instead watching you as you took off your loose shirt and shorts

he felt his face flush as he admired your body, his eyes trailing up and down, stopping when they met with your ass

he gulped

“c’mon babe, let’s go in the water!” you said as you dragged him.

with you in front of him, his eyes were glued to your lower half. he felt bad, but he couldn’t help it! your body was so perfect!

finally in the water, you sighed in bliss as you felt the small waves licking your calves, walking a bit more until the water reached your abdomen

dropping your body in the water, you emerged while throwing your hair back, careful to not get it in your face

kirishima was of course, staring in awe as you did that, comparing you to a mermaid in his mind

“it’s so nice! going to the beach was seriously a good idea!”

“yeah, it really was.” he whispered

“why am i the only one wet right now? let’s get you in some water mister!” you said before latching your arms around his shoulders, causing your poor boyfriend to sputter as he felt you so close to him

that of course all stopped when you dragged him underwater with him, causing him to emerge with his hair down

“babe! your hair is down! you look so cute!”

“thanks y/n-chan, you look quite beautiful yourself.” he said with a bashful smile, hugging your body

bakugou katsuki

“oi, i’m heading to the beach. come with me.” he says.

you oblige because hell, it was hot as hell outside

and so after packing everything you would need, the two of you venture outside and hop on one of the buses

while on the bus, he thinks about what he would do at the beach with you. but his mind also drifts to you in a swimsuit and that has him blushing and scowling, facing away from you while you can only stare at him confused

finally arriving at the beach, bakugou grins manically while he takes his shirt off

“hurry up idiot!! if you take any longer, i’m going to go in the water without you!” he exclaimed while waiting impatiently

“slow down! i haven’t even put any sunscreen on! much less, even take my shirt off!” you mumbled before grabbing the end of your t-shirt to peel it off your body

cue a blushing bakugou as an embarrassed expression came across his face

“what’s wrong bakugou? your face is really hot.” you said, looking up at the taller boy with concern in your eyes

he didn’t say anything and just looked away, scowling a bit as his face heated up even more

he then noticed some dudes walking guy were checking you out

his eyebrow twitched in anger as he yelled at them, “OI!! stop staring you dumbasses, something wrong with your eyes?!?”

they squeaked and ran away

you suddenly put two and two together, “ahh, so that’s what this is all about.”

he whipped his head to you, “what do you mean dumbass?”

you shrugged with a playful grin, “damn, i didn’t realize i looked this good in this bikini.”

his face flushed once again as he furrowed his brows, “dumb girl i don’t-“

he froze when he was suddenly hugged, he could feel your chest against his and that had bakugou’s mind in a frenzy

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUMBASS?! GET OFF ME YOU PERVERTED GIRL!” he said while embarrassed, making no real attempt at escaping your hold

your lips found his ear and whispered, “i think you look pretty good yourself.”

pulling away with a wink, you giggled as you made your way to the water

bakugou’s eyes followed your figure and admired your behind before he realized, “OI! GET BACK HERE!”

and dashed towards you, picking you up with his hands supporting your knees and back

rushing in the water and throwing you in, he cackled

when you finally emerged from the water he whispered in your ear, “that’ll teach you for teasing me.”

he smirked at your red face

oh today was going to be a fun day for him