#but I am foggy right now and I'm a little worried it might get worse and hhhh pleeeeease no

[butnobodycame627]

I feel like I never hear anyone talk about brain fog and maybe I just haven't interacted with enough chronically ill people but like seriously oh my god

brain fog is so fucking awful. I find it so fucking scary. Like yeah I know I just generally get really upset when I convince myself I'm stupid and brain fog makes me feel stupid sometimes but even outside of that like.. It makes me so fucking spacey and then everything starts to feel like fuzz and I can't think and I can't do anything and it's all! Fog! Like I've cried over this shit multiple times! And I've heard people talk about brain fog with just a casual "yeah it can make it kinda hard to think and kinda hard to remember stuff" as if that's the worse of it hhhh

[buckgasms]

Elskan Mín - Part I

Bucky Barnes x Reader

I said I wouldn't do a series... So here I am writing a series 🤦🏻‍♀️ it's got a kinda Viking/Medieval vibe but everyone has good dental 🤣

Would love to know what you guys think!!

You clutched the fabric of your skirt tightly between your hands just to stop them from shaking, whilst the carriage rattled its way along the rough roads. You glanced out at the scenery, feeling a sense of impending dread as the once green fields and blue skies had transformed into snow topped peaks, icy rivers and steel grey clouds.

A hard prod from your father's cane into your ribs made you gasp and brought you attention back into the stuffy carriage. "Are you even listening to me you stupid bitch?" You nodded and bowed your head, praying his cane was back at his side. He continued on, chatting to your brother and you exhaled a little.

"I don't understand why he wants to court her, very unusual, but what can you expect from these.....types." Your brother scoffed in agreement. "Well, whatever happens just so you understand, girl..." the cane banged by your feet and you jumped, eyes meeting your father's.

"....if you don't secure this marriage, I'll break your neck."

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Bucky paced in his tent, ignoring the amused look on his blonde friend's face as he stormed around the small space. He had been into war, fought men twice his size, fought forty men by himself. But today he was nervous.

"What are you so worried about Buck?” Steve asked, the smile still playing on his lips, "scared you might get some hag for a bride?"

Bucky scowled at him and wrung his wrists. "It's not his daughter I'm worried about. King Dolos is a nasty piece of work, I'm sure this will all come with some strings attached..."

Steve nodded in agreement and walked over to his friend, patting him on the shoulder. "We'll deal with him, it'll be fine. Besides, you don't have to marry the girl right?"

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It was dusk when you finally arrived, the imminent meeting of your betrothed just moments away. Your mind was foggy with possibilities and potentials.

What if he was as nasty as your father? What if he beat you? Or abused you? What if he didn't want to marry you? Which would be worse? A new monster or the old?

Your father linked his arm into yours and pulled you away from the carriage towards the large encampment where King James Barnes had travelled to meet you. This would be where your courtship would take place, you would meet each other, decide whether he was to marry you and here was where your fate would be decided.

The encampment was buzzing with energy, and even from a little distance away you could hear laughter, horses whinnying and see more beacons of warm fire, flags and the tops of lots of canvas tents. Had it been any other occasion you would have felt excited to be there. Instead, your heart thudded madly in your chest and the cold wind whipped through your thin cloak and made your bones ache with cold.

You were led by your father, surrounded by your brother and guards right into the centre of the little makeshift town, with lots of people clamouring to get a look at you. Finally you reached a halt, by now everyone had gathered around to see you and what this King James would think of you.

You edged as close as you could to the large fire pit that sat in the centre of this meeting place, trying to bring some feeling back into your body. The crowd cheered as their king approached, and that's when you first saw him.

A warm smile on his handsome face, as he waved to some of the bystanders. His long brown hair framed his face beautifully and his blue eyes, even in the glow of the firelight, were bluer than any sky you'd ever seen. Your heart lifted a little. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad?

You lost sight of him briefly as he moved towards your little group until suddenly he was standing right in front of you. Your father elbowed you and you winced, quickly curtseying, bowing your head low.

"Such an honour to finally meet you King Barnes" you father said silkily and Bucky bowed in what appeared to be mutual respect. "My I present my daughter, who I hope you are to be much better acquainted with soon enough..."

You were urged forward and curtsied again, finally looking at him, close up this time. His face was much sterner than it had been before, his eyes peirced you and seemed to be roving over you, taking everything in.

He finally took your cold hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. His rough beard and warm lips a pleasant contrast to the icyness you felt.

"A pleasure" he muttered, then abruptly, before anyone could react, he walked away, leaving you, along with many others, feeling quite confused.

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That evening, when you had retired to the tent that had been assembled for your use, you were still contemplating everything that had happened. And all that hadn't.

You were worriedly pacing around when there was an arrival at your door. "A gift for you my lady" said a soft voice and in came two women, carrying what looked like a bear!

Your eyes widened when they laid out a thick fur on your bed, and put a luxurious cloak on top of your clothing, that had yet to be unpacked.

"What? Who?" You stuttered out as they smiled warmly at you. "King James sent these for you" they giggled as they said "he didn't want his pretty princess to be cold!"

You blushed and couldn't help but smile as they laughed and you thanked them as they left. When you were sure they had left you launched yourself into the bed wrapping the fur around you, finally feeling some warmth come back to you.

"His pretty princess?"

Part 2

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[mochiable]

anonymous request: hi bub, i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i wanted to ask for a namjoon drabble or one shot about him and reader meeting on the bus and namjoon asking them out. a lot of fluff and cheesiness pleaseeee. thank you sm!

— rainy route.

pairing namjoon x gn!oc. genre fluff. wc 2.8k

The raindrops fell heavily, without stopping. They pounded the ground angrily, unleashing all their fury on the dark, wet pavement. People were running, looking for somewhere to take shelter from the rain. You just watched them, scrutinising them with your eyes and pondering why they would escape the rain, it was just water, just that, liquid falling from the sky.

You jumped into a puddle, splashing and getting mud on your shoes. You smiled sideways, wiggling your feet from side to side. Your father was going to kill you when he saw you.

As you got closer to the bus stop, the silhouette of a tall, hooded boy became clearer and clearer. As soon as you recognised him, your feet anchored themselves to the ground, forbidding you to walk any further and bringing you closer and closer to the boy. Now was the moment when you regretted not having taken an umbrella with you, the moment when you were ashamed of your soaked clothes, of your broken, craggy hair and above all of your muddy shoes. God, he must have seen you jump over that puddle.

Slowly your feet revived and you started walking towards the bus stop. Facing your fateful destiny you managed to get under the shelter of the roof, although nothing made sense anymore. You tried to ignore the male presence standing a few feet away from you, but you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His name is unknown information. You knew absolutely nothing about him, only that he was damned handsome and generous. You saw him every day when he came to take the bus home. For months you had the opportunity to watch him from a distance, trying to camouflage your curiosity, but not quite managing to disguise it. You tried to convince yourself that it was impossible for him to notice your constant glances, but deep inside you knew there was a possibility that every time he turned towards you it was because he felt your eyes on his profile.

In any case, even if you had never spoken to him, you felt more than fortunate every time he flashed you his cute smile as a greeting. You had the luxury of thinking that those smiles were only and exclusively for you, scattering from your mind the thoughts that that's what he did with everyone.

“It's turning into a downpour, isn't it?”, his voice brought you out of your reverie, startling you slightly. You turned your head slightly and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He had his eyes fixed on the sky, watching the raindrops over the top of his glasses.

You looked down slightly and with your right hand you pinched your thigh, trying to prove that the boy was really talking to you. You groaned at the pain you inflicted on yourself, causing the boy to turn his gaze towards you and look at you with curious eyes. Noticing this, you raised your head and looked straight ahead, watching the cars pass by and the water on the road being lifted by their wheels. “Yeah.”

And that's how you kill the only possible conversation you'll ever have with the guy you like.

“God, you're soaking wet. Did you fall in a puddle?”, fortunately I didn't notice any hint of mockery in his question, which somehow managed to make me relax. Just a little.

“No,” you let out a nasal laugh and tried to control your breathing, praying to God your voice wouldn't break. “It's just that I didn't bring an umbrella and I found it stupid to stand under some doorway.”

“Stupid?”, now it was his turn to laugh. Holly fuck, his laugh. You had just found your favourite sound. No doubt you could stay for hours listening to it. “You could have made yourself sick. In fact... yes, I think you already got sick”, in less than a second you found him in front of you, to see his face you had to look up. He brought his hand up to your face and with his index finger quickly touched the tip of your nose. "It's red," he informed you, smiling with sealed lips and raising his cheekbones.

The effort you made at that moment to keep from screaming was beyond any physical exercise you had been able to do so far. Your bones ached, and it wasn't especially because of the cold.

You stood still, the air catching in your throat and your pupils twitching as your eyes connected with his. You were about to say something, but were interrupted by the loud sound of a horn. You both turned your heads and both your eyes and mouth widened as you watched the bus swerve around a car and pass the bus stop. You closed your eyes tightly and leaned forward to keep all the standing water on the ground from caressing your back as little as possible.

However, the lashing of the water never came. That tall boy had been quick enough to roll you over yourself, grabbing your biceps and covering your body with his, as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a tight embrace. He groaned at the cold sensation of the water crashing against his back, at the same time as you gasped in astonishment, unable to see beyond the grey fabric of his hoodie.

Did he just do what I think he did?

After a few seconds he separated his body from mine and looked down at me with a worried expression. He tilted his head subtly to make sure I wasn't any wetter than I was before. Seeing how my clothes were safe from another dip, he turned and pulled off his hood, shaking out his hair and running his fingers through it.

I must have looked like a fool, but it was impossible for me not to open my mouth slightly at the sight. My eyes had decided to stop blinking just so I wouldn't miss a second of that beautiful sight.

“Why did you do that,” I asked once I had come out of my trance and approached him. I pawed a little at his sweatshirt, inevitably soaking my hand. He looked at me in confusion, as if what had just happened was hours ago. “You're completely wet! Have you lost your mind?”

Still with his head half-bent and with several strands of hair falling over his eyes, he turned to look at you and smiled. You felt yourself melt at that very moment - how could an already naturally attractive person be even more so? Was that even possible?

“You're worse off than I am. Don't worry, it'll dry,” he replied, repositioning his sweatshirt with one hand as he shook out his other hand to look at the time.

The bus we were both waiting for finally arrived and you both approached the curb to get on. He let you pass first, so you gave him a smile as a thank you. While you were looking for the bus card so you could pay for the trip, he went to find a seat. You finally managed to get your card and as soon as you had paid you made your way to your seat.

You had intended to sit in the front seats, but in the distance you saw the as-yet-unnamed boy raise his arm and wave to you, then point to the empty seat next to him. Not believing that he could be talking to you, you turned your head in case there was someone behind you, but obviously there wasn't. You turned again and pointed to yourself with your index finger touching your chest. You heard a soft chuckle from him and saw him nod his head repeatedly. Feeling your cheeks slowly turning pink, you walked towards him while trying to hide your face with the collar of your jacket.

“I hope you don't mind sitting with someone who looks like they've just had a shower,” he joked once you sat down next to him. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Sitting next to you is a dream come true, you thought.

“That's what I should be telling you. I don't think you're any worse off than I am,” you replied, looking down at your own clothes and wiggling your feet, making the wet soles squeak on the bus floor.

“What do you mean worse? A bus bathed me whole!”, his eyes widened as he shook his hands in exaggerated gestures to prove his point.

“I lied to you. I jumped over every puddle I came across on the way here. I'm worse, end of discussion,” you rebutted, glaring at him with challenging eyes and watching devotedly as two cute dimples formed on his cheeks. Oh, I’d do anything to see them every day.

“Well, look on the bright side. We won't need to shower for a long time,” he joked again pulling a laugh from your throat and getting irritated looks from the other passengers the second he did. You both inclined your heads towards them in apology and laughed softly again as soon as your eyes met.

It might seem strange, but even though you had only known him for five minutes, there was a peace and tranquillity in talking to him that you had rarely felt when meeting another person. As if everything was in its place, as if everything fitted together perfectly.

But the warm interaction was interrupted by the freezing air that forced its way through the doors of the bus. Making your skin crawl and causing a chill that went up your spine. You prayed that the boy sitting next to you hadn't noticed, but he did, and in less than a second he'd already offered you his seat, which was further from the doors, and from which his body could protect you.

“Kim Namjoon,” he said suddenly. You unconsciously turned your head and saw his eyes fixed where the driver was. You stood for a few seconds in silence waiting for an answer until he turned his gaze towards you and showed you his white, straight teeth. “My name is Kim Namjoon, what is your name?”

“I am Ahn Chungae,” you replied quietly, watching in awe as his eyes glistened in the direct light of the moon's rays.

“It's a pleasure, Ahn Chungae,” he repeated in a whisper. You didn't know if it was your imagination, but his face was getting closer and closer to yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what must be going through his mind.

At that moment you turned your head towards the window and stood quietly staring at the foggy glass in front of you. Trying to avoid his gaze at all costs, you drew a sad face on the window, keeping your fingers glued to the glass as you looked through it at the lights of the city. Seconds later Namjoon's hand came into contact with yours, causing you to stop breathing for a moment. He carefully wrapped his hand around your fingers and moved them, drawing what would have been two eyes on the opposite side of the ones you had previously drawn, now forming a smiley face. Then he released your hand, which you placed in your lap, and you watched as his fingers would make their way through the steam from the window, writing two letters: RM.

“RM?”, that question sprang to your lips. Namjoon put his arm in front of your face, resting his hand on the glass. You turned and raised your head, meeting his angelic face, looking at you with a curiosity that made your stomach churn.

“I'm in a rap group, that's what my friends call me,” he laughed as his arm returned to a normal position. He was quiet for a few seconds, staring at you and scanning your face patiently. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“I think the closest thing to a nickname I have is 'Peach'?” you replied after you had organised all your thoughts.

“Why 'Peach'?” he asked curiously, bringing the side of his body closer to yours, coming to brush against your shoulders in a subtle way.

You couldn't help but blush when that question came out of his mouth. “My father started calling me that because when I was little I used to climb on the kitchen chairs to reach the peaches so I could eat them,” you admitted, a little embarrassed, trying to erase the image of you with a completely smudged face from your memory.

“How old were you?” “Two,” you replied with a giggle, eliciting a laugh from him as well.

“You sure were a beautiful baby,” he said bumping his shoulder against yours in an effort to embarrass you further.

“Stop it,” you groaned with laughter bringing your hands up to your face and hiding it from his eyes. You heard his laughter again and felt his warm hands come to rest on yours, pulling them away from your face.

“Don't cover yourself, please. I like your eyes,” he complimented you, unaware that he was causing a whirlwind of emotions to run wild inside you. How could he say all those beautiful words to you as if they were nothing? Did he not have compassion?

With nothing more to say, an awkward silence formed between the two of you. He seemed to be calm, staring straight ahead and humming a song your ears were unfamiliar with. You watched him out of the corner of your eye and tried not to shout. Say something! Talk to him! But nothing came out of your mouth.

“Chungae?” he spoke suddenly, snapping you out of your self-destructive thoughts and making you turn to him. “How old are you?” he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers trying to slow his heart rate.

“Twenty-two, why?” you inquired back, furrowing your brows in confusion.

Namjoon sighed in what seemed like a sense of relief, which further fueled my doubts. “It's just that I wanted to make sure I wouldn't go to prison for asking you out.”

A smile settled on your face without warning giving away your answer in less than half a second.

“Don't worry, you could always say I made you think I'm of age,” you played along, suddenly feeling more confident.

“While I'm handcuffed and forced to keep quiet? Or better yet behind bars?” he joked, cupping his hand to his chin and leaning in your direction.

“I'd come visit you,” you assured him, leaning in his direction as well.

A smile formed on his lips and he moved closer to me, “Let's have a date, Chungae, tomorrow.”

Again you cursed being wet from head to toe, the shivering it gave you only made your nerves run high. You couldn't look him in the face from the embarrassment that suddenly hit you, so you decided to look over to where a man was sleeping with his mouth open, praying for strength.

“Why should I accept?” you asked in a whisper, rolling the laces of your sweatshirt with your fingers. “I don't know you at all, you could be any kind of freak,” you continued, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Well, I'm a little clueless... and clumsy. Very clumsy, I don't know how I haven't done anything stupid yet with how nervous I am,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “But we know each other. We've been on the same bus for months and I know perfectly well that you don't stop staring at me until I get off at my stop,” he argues, leaving you in a state of surprise, you definitely hadn't been anything but disguised.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, playing dumb. You couldn't believe he'd actually figured it out.

“Because I don't stop looking at you until I get off either,” he replied, making your heart skip a beat. What had he just said?

You rested your arms on the back of the empty seat in front of you and then put your head on them. He looked really cute with his cheeks slightly pink and avoiding your gaze. You were trying to look brave at the time, but the truth is that you were waiting to get home so you could scream with excitement.

“So...” as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, he looked at you and froze when he saw that you were also looking at him, and realising that you had already been doing it for a while, “since I'm legal, you can ask me out on a date.”

“I... Sorry about that, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all,” he spoke haltingly as he looked away again, action that brought a smile to your lips. Oh, how the table had turned.

“Alright,” you blurted out suddenly, facing him and bumping your back against the window. He looked back at you with a confused expression. “See you tomorrow at the usual stop.”

That's how you got a smile out of him, one that wouldn't be the last and which was the author of the future ones.

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a/n: hi guys! it’s been a long time. i’m sorry for being so inactive these last few months, but i’m in my last year of high school and i had to concentrate on my studies. anyway, as an apology i bring you this one shot i had unfinished in drafts. i hope you like it, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think, i love knowing your opinion about my work. also, thanks for the 300 notes in jaehyun's two posts, it means a lot to me, thanks for the support. see you soon!

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Comfort in a friend

As you can see I suck at titles

Anyway, I wrote a little bnha drabble inspired by beautiful art from the lovely @eeshalies I hope you like it.

PAIRINGS:

Platonic Shoto Todoroki/Eijiro Kirishima, suggested Shoto Todoroki/Izuku Midoria, Katsuki Bakugo/Eijiro Kirishima

SUMMARY:

This takes place right after Bakugo is kidnapped. Class 1-A is at the hospital and Todoroki can’t sleep. Neither can Kirishima. And so a chance meeting spawns Bakugo’s rescue plan.

And now, on to the story!

How did we get to Kirishima and Todoroki working together for Bakugo?

Like this.

Todoroki had been wandering the halls of the hospital for what felt like hours and simultaneously no time at all. The U.A. students and their teachers had arrived at the hospital sometime in the wee hours of that morning and those with injuries were immediately taken off to be assessed. At some point after that, Todoroki learned that Izuku had been rushed into emergency surgery to try and save his hands. After Todoroki had been determined relatively uninjured, cared for, and released to his room for the night, he’d laid down and attempted to get his exhausted body to sleep. That lasted for about 30 minutes before he woke up sweating to the image of Izuku’s screaming face wreathed in horrible blue fire.

After that, sleep wasn’t really an option anymore.

And so he’d taken to wandering. Pacing the halls of the labyrinthine hospital and going over the previous night’s events again and again in his head. Thinking about what could have gone better, trying not to think about what could have gone worse. Hunched shoulders and hands in pockets, worrying about Izuku and Momo and of course Bakugo, as annoying as he sometimes may be. Bakugo... where had the Leauge taken him? What might they do to him to try and convince him to join their side? Todoroki’s face hardened. Whatever they did, Bakugo wouldn’t budge. He was sure of that. Bakugo was the most unreasonably stubborn and prideful person Todoroki had ever met. And that included himself. Unfortunately, he was also sure that Bakugo would rather die than become a villain, and that’s what he was afraid of. Maybe-

“Todoroki?” Todoroki stopped, turning to look behind him. Kirishima stood about two yards away with surprised look on his face. His hair was down and hung in, unnaturally red, waves over his face, partially hiding his eyes and casting his face in shadow. He looked tired, and sad, and his brown cheeks were flushed red as though he might have just been crying. Todoroki turned fully around and regarded Kirishima inquisitively,

“Kirishima.” He said, nodding to the other boy, “What are you doing out here it’s...” he looked at his wrist before realizing he had taken his watch off for to bed and didn’t actually know what time it was. “...early. I think.” He finished, glancing to the side to look out the long windows that ran the length of the hall at chest level. Cold, foggy daylight lit the world in a bleak, soft sort of white, making Todoroki’s already pale skin look sallow and colorless. If he had to guess, it was probably around 5 am. Kirishima laughed, a humorless little chuckle, and looked at the floor. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and muttered,

“I could ask you the same question.” Todoroki shrugged and walked up to him so that they weren’t standing so awkwardly far apart,

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said by way of explanation. “And sitting still wasn’t getting me anywhere.” Kirishima scowled, still looking at the ground.

“Walking around like this isn’t getting me anywhere either.” He said as though to himself, “I can’t do anything and it’s making me sick.” Suddenly, he looked up at Todoroki, eyes glinting with an anger Todoroki’d never seen in the usually happy go lucky boy. He looked like he was burning up from the inside out. “I can’t do anything Todoroki. Nothing. I’m completely useless just waiting around here while-“ He broke off, and looked down again. Todoroki’s eyebrows furrowed in concern as his mind raced for the proper response. Kirishima was obviously upset but god damnit he didn’t know what to do. No one had ever talked to him like this before. Was comforting friends in pain something you were supposed to learn how to do in your childhood?

“They took him.” Kirishima’s whisper brought Todoroki’s train of thought to a screeching halt. “They- god Todoroki.” Kirishima’s voice broke and he dug a hand out of his pocket to wipe at his face. He was still staring determinedly at the floor but Todoroki could hear the thickness of tears in his trembling words. “Bakugo,” Kirishima whispered as his tears hit the wooden floorboards of the hospital hallway. “Katsuki. I lost him. He was out there fighting, you were out there fighting for him and I did nothing.” He spat the last word out of his mouth as if it were something nasty. “I sat there in that classroom and I did NOTHING!” He was yelling now, hands balled into fists at his sides. Not yelling at Todoroki exactly, but to him. “I could have fought harder to leave, I could have snuck out, I could have never come back to the building in the first place to hide like a fucking coward,” he sniffed and rubbed at his eyes with his clenched fist, “but I fucking didn’t. And now he’s gone and they’ve taken him from me to who knows where and they’re doing who knows what to him and-“ Kirishima pressed his palms to his eyes and let out a strangled sort of yell in frustration.

Gently, slowly, unsure if this was the right thing to do, Todoroki placed a comforting hand on Kirishima’s shoulder, attempting to rub soft little circles into it the way he remembered Izuku doing for him once. Kirishima stilled under his hand, and for a moment Todoroki was worried he’d done something wrong, before Kirishima launched himself forward, wrapping his arms haphazardly around Todoroki and pressing his tearstained face into Todoroki’s turtleneck. Carefully, Todoroki returned the impromptu embrace, pulling Kirishima closer and running a hand through his hair. The hand on Kirishima’s shoulder continued it gentle circles as Todoroki tried his best to soothe his aching friend. Quiet sobs wracked through the shorter boy and he clung to Todoroki with all of his considerable strength. Todoroki shushed quietly into Kirishima’s red hair, hoping against hope that he was doing this right.

“We’re gonna get him back Eijiro,” Todoroki promised, reasoning they were close enough to use first names by now, “It’s okay.” Todoroki felt Kirishima’s jaw move as he ground his sharp teeth together. Kirishima took a big breath and let it out slowly, deflating under Todoroki’s arms.

“But what if…” Kirishima’s voice was still choked with tears and he took a shaky breath to try and stabilize himself, “What if he hates me?” he whispered into the blue fabric of Todoroki’s turtleneck. “What if Katsuki won't speak to me anymore because I just left him? I wasn't there for him when he needed me and now he’s been kidnapped what if-”

“Stop.”

Kirishima looked up at Todoroki in surprise, silent tears still making tracks down his face. Todoroki smoothed over Kirishima’s head with the hand that was still in his hair and gave him a look. “Do you seriously think Bakugo could just stop talking to you?” Kirishima’s cheeks colored and he looked away but Todoroki wasn’t done. “You’re his best friend Eijiro, not to mention I'm pretty sure the two of you are soulmates or something.” Kirishima’s eyes widened as the tears began to stop and they darted over to stare at Todoroki in shock. Todoroki gave him his best comforting smile; the one he’d been practicing. “So don’t waste your time worrying about that. You know there’s no way Bakugo could really get mad at you anyway.” Slowly, Kirishima nodded, letting go of Todoroki to wipe the rest of the tears from his cheeks.

“Thanks Shoto.” He whispered. Todoroki squeezed his shoulder one last time before letting go, suddenly feeling awkward and out of place again. Kirishima sniffled one last time before lifting a smile onto his face.

“Sorry about your shirt man,” he laughed, blush still high on his cheeks, “That wasn’t very manly of me.” Todoroki shrugged it off saying simply,

“What are friends for?”

Together they walked back to the wing where the U.A. students had been assigned chambers, both feeling very tired and emotionally drained now. Just before Kirishima left to go to his room, Todoroki stopped him.

“Hey Kirishima?” He asked as Kirishima turned back around,

“What's up dude?” Todoroki gave a quick glance up and down the hallway before he said quietly,

“I think I have a plan to rescue Bakugo, but we’ll need Momo’s help. And bringing Izu- I mean Midoria would probably be a good idea too.” Kirishima’s expression hardened into one of fierce determination. That anger was back, like hellfire in his crimson irises.

“Okay.” he said, “I’m down. Let’s hear it.”

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I'd love to pick a fic quote, but I'm on my phone so I'll just ask about the whole thing, OK? Private property, when Foggy finds out and Matt crashes.

Fic is here!

Matt had known Foggy nearly a decade now. He’d never heard him this mad before.

“You ever stop to think what would happen if you went to jail? Or worse?” he demanded. Matt tried not to cringe visibly. Everything hurt and he was so tired. They’d been here so long. “You really think that anyone would believe that I didn’t know what you were doing? You’re my Companion, Matt. I’m responsible for you.”

This is one of those things, like “All this time I actually felt sorry for you,” that Foggy never meant to say out loud. It’s less that he feels like he’s legally or financially liable for Matt’s behavior (although he is) and more that he sees his role as Matt’s patron as protecting him from people who would abuse Matt’s Companion status and enabling Matt to get out of that status, and (part of) his role as Matt’s friend as loving this sad, self-loathing orphan as much as humanly possible. But Matt, of course, takes it in exactly the worst way because he hates himself, and reads it as a) him ruining everything for Foggy forever, b) Foggy sticking around Matt out of obligation rather than affection, and/or c) Foggy being so angry at Matt that they’re no longer friends, just Patron and Companion.

Now Matt really did cringe. Foggy never pulled the Companion card; most of the time he acted like they weren’t in the Program at all. Why was he bringing it up now?

But Matt had already made his choice. “The city needs me in that mask, Foggy.”

Salt in the air again. It wasn’t the first time Foggy had cried since Matt had woken up. That didn’t make it hurt any less. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it does. But I don’t,” Foggy said. Something raw and wild was clawing at Matt’s throat, working its way out. “I only ever needed my friend. I wouldn't have kept this from you, Matt. Not from you.”

“You don’t know that,” Matt stammered. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Foggy said, and the ring of finality chilled Matt to his core. “I do.”

Footsteps. Foggy was leaving. Foggy was leaving. Maybe he was going to call the Program right now to dismiss Matt, to end it, end everything they’d built together.

Matt couldn’t let him do it.

“Foggy, wait!”

Foggy didn’t stop. Matt tried to stand and fell back against the couch as pain shot through his abdomen.

Would Matt actually be able to stand when he couldn’t in canon? Eh.

But Foggy was still moving towards the door, and Matt’s terror was stronger than the pain.

“Foggy!”

He lurched off the couch, stumbled the few steps to Foggy and dropped to his knees in front of him, hands fisted in the hem of Foggy’s shirt. “Foggy, no, no, please, you have to stay.”

“Matt, get back on the couch.” Foggy sounded so tired.

I tend to emphasize how tired Foggy is when he and Matt fight in my fics because Foggy is normally such a peppy, high-energy character - and often the only source of pep in Matt’s life - and so making Foggy tired by his very existence makes Matt feel terrible. I like making Matt feel terrible. ;)

“Please.” Matt allowed himself the infinitesimal relief of pressing his forehead to Foggy’s hip, just for a second. “Don’t dismiss me, please, I’m sorry.” Everything hurt; his knees hurt, his side hurt, his head hurt. He didn’t care. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“Jesus, Matt, stop.” Foggy’s hands closed around Matt’s wrists and tried to tug them away from his shirt, but gently, carefully. “You’re getting back on that couch, and I’m leaving.”

Angry voice + gentle hands = A Thing for me, for sure.

“No.” Matt shook Foggy’s hands off and took a tighter grip. “Please, I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll…” He wasn’t going to stop fighting. He couldn’t stop. He had to offer something else. “Let me...please. I’ll show you I can be a good Companion. I know you want me, Foggy. I can...you can have me.”

Foggy made a noise like someone had let all the air out of him. “...What?”

“I can...here.” Matt let go of Foggy’s shirt and fumbled at his fly. “Let me...I’ll show you. Please, I’ll be so good for you.”

Yeah, so this sequence might be why I wrote the whole fic? I was just really hooked on the idea of Matt desperately offering himself up and Foggy being like what!! the fuck!!! and Matt being like why this no work??? :( Matt you are GOOD at seducing people when you want to be, stop bleeding and get your shit together.

Foggy didn’t move, apparently stunned, and Matt got the button open and the zipper down with trembling fingers. He nuzzled against Foggy and Foggy let out a sudden, sharp hiss. His heart was racing but he wasn’t hardening, and Matt didn’t smell the cocktail of body chemistry that meant arousal, just exhaustion and worry.

“Please,” he said again, and reached for the waistband of Foggy’s boxers to push them down, but Foggy grabbed his wrists again, more firmly this time.

“Matt, what the fuck?” he asked. He didn’t sound turned on at all. Why didn’t he want this?

Foggy is the most horrified, and Matt has no idea how fucked up this is.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Matt asked, aware that his voice was bordering on hysterical but unable to stop it. “Please, you can, I’ll do anything, just don’t dismiss me.”

Foggy recoiled, and Matt felt it like a slap in the face. “Jesus fucking Christ, Matt, no,” Foggy said. “Now get back on the fucking couch.”

Again, this is Foggy being like “What the hell, I’m not going to coerce you into sex while injured and terrified!” and Matt being like “That means you HATE me. :( :( :( “ Matt needs so much therapy.

Heart sinking, Matt let Foggy lift him to his feet and help him back to the couch. Foggy zipped up his pants and a wave of heat rolled off of him, a palpable blush, but no arousal. Matt didn’t understand. Did Foggy not want him anymore? Had he finally ruined it for good?

Yeah, among other things, this is excruciatingly embarrassing for Foggy.

He could sense Foggy standing over him - staring at him, probably, not that Matt could tell for sure.

“I’m not going to dismiss you, Matt,” Foggy said finally. “I would never do that to you. You’re as broke as I am, you’d default and end up in jail.” He shook his head. “Shit, maybe I should. Maybe you’d be safer in jail, where you couldn’t do any of this.”

Matt wasn’t broke - yet another secret, one he didn’t dare spill, not with Foggy so angry about all the others - but even if he had been, he didn’t care about defaulting. He didn’t care about jail. Didn’t Foggy know that?

He swallowed, and didn’t say anything. Foggy sighed.

“No, you’d probably come up with some way to get yourself half-killed even in solitary,” Foggy said. Matt heard the soft rustle of Foggy raking his fingers through his hair. “I don’t...God, Matt, I’m not going to dismiss you, okay? You don’t have to…” His voice was tight again. “Is that really what you think of me? That I would cut you loose unless you let me fuck you? Is that what you think we are?”

This is the moment that hurts Foggy the most. Matt is terrified of losing Foggy, not legal or financial consequences, but to Foggy this feels like Matt never trusted Foggy and never trusted the friendship between them. Now Foggy not only has to sort out how much of what Matt’s said over the years has been a lie, he has to sort out how much of what he thought was friendship was Matt sucking up to be a good Companion and not actually caring about Foggy.

Matt, of course, doesn’t consider his own friendship as something of much value, so his assumption that that wouldn’t be enough to keep Foggy around without sex at this point is about thinking very little of Matt, not of Foggy. But Foggy’s just entered a new level of Matt’s self-loathing and hasn’t quite figured out how it works yet.

And of course, Foggy would never in a million years dismiss Matt, even if they did stop being friends, because that would be an immensely shitty thing to do.

“I...no,” Matt said. He didn’t know what they were. They weren’t Patron and Companion, but they weren’t just friends either, not with this between them. “I’m sorry.”

Foggy sat down on the arm of the couch, the one by Matt’s feet. “I guess it was naive of me, hoping you didn’t know that I...how I felt about you,” he said after a long moment. “I always thought, you know, maybe someday when you’d settled your account, when we were on an even footing, if I told you, maybe you’d…I don’t know, maybe you’d trust me enough to know I meant it.” He paused. Matt wished he could see his expression. “But you were never going to trust me, were you? Not with your senses, not with the fighting. Not with anything.”

“I do trust you,” Matt protested, but it came out weak.

Foggy shook his head. “No,” he said. “If you did, you’d have told me. Like I’d have told you.” He stood up. “It’s fine. I guess it wasn’t fair of me to expect it, not with the Program and all. How can you trust someone when they have all the power?”

I tried here to hit a balance between Foggy being really, really angry and hurt, and also recognizing his own privilege in this dynamic. If he’d just stormed off like he did in canon, that would be hugely douchey - but understanding and forgiving immediately would be wildly unrealistic considering how upset he is. And even with the difference in privilege at play here, Matt has lied extensively to Foggy, put him in legal, physical, and financial peril, and said some extremely hurtful things, so it’s not like it’s unfair for Foggy to be upset. Foggy has a lot to work through, but this story is from Matt’s POV so we don’t get to see any of that. Sorry. :P

“Foggy, don’t…” Matt started as Foggy drifted towards the door.

“It’s okay, Matt,” Foggy said. “I’m not dismissing you. I’m not...we’re still Nelson and Murdock. It’s okay.” He gave a weary shrug. “But I need sleep, and so do you. I’ll...I’ll see you in a couple of days, buddy.”

And Matt listened to him leave.