#but I fear that’s too much for the regulars (wimps)

[gazeboarcade]

hmmmmm just some ideas

[viky2318]

Another story: the people!

Warning: Some of the characters have no reference sheet because I forgot to draw it (I'll work on it as soon as I can). the relationships could get updated if they interact with characters from other people or characters I may create in the future :3

Maddy

Description: she's one of a stubborn girl. If she wants something, she'll find a way to have it. She's the kind of person that first acts and then asks. sometimes (not too often and only between friends) she can get a little chaothic and silly. In contrast to this strong-willed attitude of hers, there's the fact that she has a slight sort of anxiety. Maddy has hard times interacting with new people out of the blue, and even if she can deal with them almost smoothly she could often feel really nervous and speak in a more "aggressive" way (see how she dealt with her first meeting with the others :D). She's a big fan of cuddles (she'll never admit it or ask for it tho) and sleeping (she's a cat after all). She always knows how her friends are feeling, no matter how good they are to hide it. Her body, which is made of wool, can stand a lot of physical stress (by this i mean putting her under a press, twisting her, etc) without getting broken. In combat she will mainly use her staff and magic attacks. to make her use the halberd you really need to make her hate you so much she can't stand your existence, and it won't be a first-sight thing. Don't hurt her friends. Never.

Relationships: Muffet: the two of them are besties. Despite the rough start, Maddy ended up really enjoying her company and that sort of weird way she has to talk to people sometimes. Grillby: Maddy really cares for him, even if he doesn't remember the time spent together. she sometimes comes visit him in his timeline, and ended up building again a nice friendship with him. Sam: She absolutely hates their guts. the only reason why they're still alive is Raehel's extreme patience and forgiveness. Flowey: She and the flower are nice friends. they have a similar vibe, and they share similar stories. Sometimes you could see them as partners in crime, but they're not really a pair of prankster or anything. Smiling man: Maddy's feelings towards both of his sides are really neutral. She knows he exists, she stands his presence, but that's it. she finds Seam a bit of an eexggerated and Gaster a bit of a wimp. Raehel: she's a little scary, but for the rest she's a really nice lady. Maddy respects her greatly, but with a little bit of fear (more or less in the same way Susie respects Toriel in Deltarune :D) and has a thing for her snail pie. Other: She has a solid relationship with Ezra, Grillby's brother, as she often chats with him when she goes visiting Grillby. She loves hanging out with The human Children, as they have all the cuteness of any child but they don't mistreat her poor tail.

Notes from the author: She's the last character I elaborated, but I think she became my favourite dude out of all. Originally I drew her palette based only on the standard Mad Mew Mew dress, but then took out her dark dress and messed around with the two of them. I like to think she's a big fan of Epictale Mad Mew Mew 'cause she's herself but badass.

Muffet

Description: she's a friendly girl with a bit of an attitude, a slight british accent and one of an unsettling glare. by being the head of her spider clan for over 40 years she knows how to bend people at her will, with the good ones or the bad ones. She likes to have a certain stability in her life, that being a regular routine and a place to come back to at the end of the day. she can easily strike a conversation with anyone, without being too overwhelming or annoying. sometimes, out of old bad habits, she has a weird way to cheer up and encourage people. she kinda threatens them while speaking, using a quiet and sweet tone of voice with a hint of something unsettling. you could be trying to find a way to propose to someone and she could come to you and say "C'mon dear, you can do this! and if you can't, I can always turn them into a muffin~". she likes baking, as many other Muffets, but she also enjoys making dreamcatchers and sewing. She can shapeshift into a normal looking spider, but she doesn't do that as she thinks she looks fat in that form. Instead, she often shapeshifts only her arms. to stab people.

Relationships: Maddy: Muffet is really close to her. the two of them sometimes go shopping together, often stopping by a nice clothing shop (they both like fancy stuff). she kinda admires how Maddy can go trough bad stuff more easily than her. Grillby: Muffet misses him. Maddy convinced her to come and visit him a few times, but seeing him feels bittersweet. Muffet doesn't see him as the fire man she knew, as not only he doesn't remember her but he also is a bit different. Muffet would like to accept the new Grillby as easily as Maddy did, but she's having a hard time doing so. Sam: She despise them. Muffet never fully understood what was going trough the human's mind, and the fact that they convinced her to kill people that easily made her more wary of humans in general. if she already wasn't a fan of humans, now she really has hard times trusting them. Flowey: The two of them get along. sometimes. Often Flowey is too chatty and insolent for our spider. they get along mainly when there are others around, but it doesn't mean they can't start discussing in such situations. Smiling man: there are some mixed feelings regarding this person. She doesn't mind Gaster as he never really tried to do anything wrong against anyone, but he also is the idiot that left Sam free when they first got warned by Raehel. Seam, by the other hand, sounds more firm but is also less trustworthy. Raehel: She and Muffet have a stable friendship, often hanging out in the kitchen or with the children. The only thing Muffet would criticize about her is her are her overprotective mom's instincts... Other: She sometimes enjoys chatting with Fresh, both being extremely chatty dudes. She sometimes visits her siblings, who are the only ones to know what happened her in the whole timeline.

Notes from the author: As i've always been a super-duper fan of Muffet, this gal was the one I elaborated first. The first time she was supposed to be a survivor from a Littletale genocidal run (I don't even know if that exists) that Sam adopted and grew up as a daughter and then decided to use to kill not Sanses, but popular characters in general. I even had a sketch of her going against the Bad time trio. On another try she was from Undertale and had a sister called Tuffet (truly an original name) who died on a genocide run (I had a thing for murdersprees) and Sam promised Muffet to bring her back if she did what they told her. There was a try somewhere where she teamed up with Error to kill Sam for a reason I honestly don't remember.

Grillby

Description: he's a quiet guy with an unreadable expression. He always looks the same (which is pretty much of a neutral expression) and his eyes are perfectly hidden behind a pair of thick lenses. without the glasses, he's almost blind. He doesn't mind speaking with people if asked, but he will rarely try to start a conversation. despite this almost cold facade (unintended pun), he's a caring guy who likes to see people happy and well. He has the habit of searching for every outcome to every situation, trying to go for the best one. this is sometimes a bit of a bad thing as he often ends up looking at the many negative possibilities and almost ignoring all the positive ones. He can sometimes be a little pessimistic, but all he's trying to do is to keep safe the ones he cares for. Grillby isn't the best fighter: his attacks are weak and limited. he though is one of a great defender, and you can be sure that as far as he has someone or something to defend, you WON'T go past his walls in ANY way. If you try, you'll probably get incinerated. After the events of "Another story", our fire friend got practically resetted and has no memory of what happened back then or who are the people that come to his and his brother's place.

Relationships: Muffet: A quiet lady. comes rarely, and always with Maddy. she looks like a toughtful lady. maybe a little sad. One day he should try talk to her. Maddy: An interesting girl. An almost regular costumer, comes twice or thrice a month. who knows where she's from. Grillby enjoys her strong attitude and doesn't mind conversating with her. Ezra: His one and only brother. He cares for him like nothing else in the world. They are almost always together, either in the restaurant or outside. Sam: A person. Grillby saw them only once, and they seemed a pretty normal guy. he though won't forget that feeling of nostalgia he had when he saw them. Flowey: One of Maddy's friends. he tags along sometimes, more frequently than Muffet. almost as chatty as Maddy, not as friendly as her but not annoying. he sometimes looks at Grillby with some sort of... hate? superiority? sorrow? something like that. he though always hides it as Maddy comes in. Smiling man: Two interesting men. they seem like brothers. Gaster is more of a emphathetic person, while Seam seems more cold. for some reason tho, he ended up speaking more with Seam than with Gaster. they don't come often, once every few months, and (curiously) it's always only one of them per time. Raehel: Maddy spoke about her a few times, but Grillby never met her in person. She sounds like a nice lady. Other: the usual relationships Undertale Grillby has with the other characters.

Notes from the author: I thought about making him shorter than the standard. Just for fun. But at that point he started to become too cute, and I wanted him to stay more one the "cool" side. second guy I elaborated of the trio, in a timeline he was Muffet's brother and in another he was a guy Sam tried to use to kill sanses. and in this last timeline he was supposed to be from Fellswap Gold and be a professional shooter.

Raehel

Description: An old lady who lives away from everyone in the farthest corner of the multiverse. she has eight loving children, seven humans and a flower. She's kind and patient, the loving mother everyone would like to have. She has some sort of aura, that feeling of wisdom and ancient coming from her. She knows how to make herself be respected without the need to be violent (she is a mother, after all). She has a thing for gardening since cooking slowly became almost a waste of materials (this almost godlike form doesn't need to sleep or eat), and after the events of "Another story" she started travelling more often out of curiosity. the Multiverse has changed since the last time she saw it... The books of her bookshelves aren't the only books she reads, as she sometimes visits other worlds' libraries (nobody knows when you'll find the ultimate butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe...). Despite the fact that she may look just a sweet and patient old lady, Raehel is capable to stand against almost everyone in battle (even if she tries to avoid fights). Remember that our goat lady is everyone's mom friend. yeah, even yours. She doesn't know you? it doesn't matter.

Relationships: Muffet: The two monsters get along easily, and Raehel tends to care a lot for her health as she always looks a little too thoughtful. There are times where she starts discussing with Asriel, but the old lady can clearly see they don't hate each other. Maddy: Truly a lovely little lady. She is polite, strong and friendly. one of the few people outside the family that gets along with Asriel. Sam: Raehel has a lot of patience for everyone, but Sam is one of a kind. Flowey: her first child. a little irrespectful from time to time, but it's something acceptable in a certain limit for someone of his age. Smiling man: She is slowly forgiving them. very slowly. the two left Sam use some innocent souls to murder hundreds, mistreat her child, and almost bring the multiverse to an end. Seam thinks he knows everything and Gaster has no strenght to say no to his child. This is not acceptable in a parent. Grillby: that poor creature. he got trough so much, only to forget about his few friends and be sent back to their small reality. at least now they look happy. Fresh: Fresh is a dear family friend. he has a very bright personality despite his lack of real feelings, and this is something Raehel respects. He often visits to chat, and sometimes brings guests. sadly, the latter aren't always really nice, and they are never there to simply conversate. Other: Raehel deeply loves all of her children and has the natural tendency to care for everyone.

Notes from the author: She is a character I first thought for another project I ended up scraping and then ripping apart to stick pieces of it all over "Another Story" and other things I'll post one day maybe. When TATATALE's Hopes and Dreams event came out I absolutely wanted her to partecipate, but I introduced her too late... TwT

Flowey

[REF SHEET COMING SOON]

Description: surely one of a stubborn, chatty flower. He has the bad habit to act as a know-it-all, thing that comes from when he still could reset and mess aroud in his timeline. He's a strong willed dude that knows too well how to read someone's expression and body language. he thinks a little too high of himself, seeing a lot of normal people as idiots. If you're able to get trough his shell of criticism against everyone and everything, he can become your best friend (in the real way). he'll support you in all your plans (not without some constructive criticism, of course) and he'll make sure nobody hurts you if you can't stand by yourself. He doesn't handle very good pblic demonstrations of affection (hug him in a crowd and he'll get all grumpy and go "the hell man" but will probably blush cutely UwU). he's real good at fighting, mainly using small seeds like bullets (the "friendliness pellets") and some dangerously spiky vines to cause as much damage as he can in the shortest amount of time. and remember! DO NOT. TOUCH. HIS SIBLINGS.

Relationships: Muffet: he says he hates her. She's stubborn, annoying, weak, and yet she's one of a smartass and most of the times she's right about what she says. the times the two of them speak there isn't much friendliness. despite all this, Muffet is allowed to get near his family. Maddy: They're practically partners in crime. She passed the check almost immediately, and even if Flowey will never admit it he really enjoys spending time with her. Sam: no comment because if comment then bad comment. Grillby: Flowey never met him before he lost the memory of the multiverse. Maddy said he was a bit of a depressed, pessimistic dude, but that now he looks way happier. In Flowey's opinion, he's too silent. Smiling man: Flowey doesn't hate the two of them, but they surely doesn't like them either. there isn't much that can be said for them. Raehel: His dear mother. he acts as an edgy teen sometimes, but he deeply cares for her. her cinnamon-butterscotch pie is the best. The Children: his beloved siblings. loves all of them, and no one will ever dare hurting them. Other: he has a particular hate towards Fresh.

Notes from the author: I wanna eat his face. he's a grumpy babyboi. skrunky lil' flower. a little cute pie. also (and I'm gonna eliminate this when I make his reference sheet) he's 52 cm and not 32.

Smiling man

[NO REFS (FOR NOW)]

Description: Smiling man is the general term for the two entities that live in the same body, one being Seam and the other being Gaster. the two both enjoy leaning new things, being curious about everything. they are patient and usually friendly, even if Seam surely is less friendly than Gaster. [You can find their story HERE]. - Seam: he is the rational side. the logical one, the one that created the CORE and that knew Sam was dangerous. he is more distant, more formal, more "elegant". he doesn't really care about others, but still will try to not sound like a jerk. - Gaster: he is the emotional side. the empathetic one, the one that cared deeply for the young human and that built a family for himself (only to see it forget about him). he is more friendly, more warm, more caring. he tries to make everyone happy, but is too scared to make the wrong thing to take serious decisions.

Relationships: Muffet: they think she has a lot of talent. she could be a really strong fighter, maybe even at the level of some multiverse travellers. she just doesn't realize it. or doesn't want to. Maddy: a particularly determined girl. Seam likes how stubborn and straightfoward she can be. Sam: It's almost considered their child. both Seam and Gaster treat him as such, one being more serious and strict while the other being more soft and loving. Flowey: they respect each other. Gaster cares for him, as he feels guilty for what he went trough because of Sam.

Grillby: the two find him a really good listener. Seam likes how he's able to do anything for his friends and family. Raehel: Their relationship is getting better. She's a little scary, to be honest, but they're learning to get along. Other: Jevil is their best friend since always. he sometimes comes by and visits the two, and they play Uno all together and chat about literally anything.

Notes from the author: I wanted Sam to have a guide of sort. Initially we had our friendly Template, but then I elaborated new plans for the human and decided to give them a father figure.

Sam

Description: the human. They are quite extroverted and friendly, as long as they want you to like them. he can be a little forgetful and clumsy at times, but only for things that aren't really important. They have the tendency to not care really about people and things as they are nothing but mere puppets in the hands of the creators. They are also very, very good at hiding it. They always try to not be too visible, not too noticeable, as neutral as they can. there is not much that can be said about them.

Relationships: the trio: they treat the three all in the same way and doesn't really care about them. they just don't wanna deal with the three anymore and will move on. Flowey: same for the trio. the only difference is that they don't trust Flowey. he knows way more than the trio. Smiling man: their father figure. they'll never admit they care for the two a little bit. Raehel: ... scary. Other: Fresh is annoying. Jevil is always tagging along with them and they honestly don't mind him.

Notes from the author: They originally were supposed to be called Someone. yeah. truly an original name. they also were supposed to be an entity outside the worlds, something like a player, with the powers of a creator and stuff, just having fun messing around. the human form was like a default skin, and he could turn into practically anything (his default monster appearance was an almost human-sized crow). despite being my second older character for this whole mess, i have no idea of how to describe them. it is all in my head, so intricated and cool, but it's pretty hard to put it into words.

[dabisqueen]

Falling in Love Ch.5

Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.8K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: You reconciled with Dabi, joining him on his tour. But are the other band members just as excited about it as Dabi is?

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, drug abuse, angst, alcohol consumption, mentions of domestic violence, kissing, consensual sex, creampie, multiple orgasms

Personal note: this took longer than expected (with a smal hiatus inbetween) so i apologize to all of you who have been waiting for this for weeks. Thanks to @/hunajan and @/crumbly-scrombly for beta reading.

Rockstar Dabi Masterlist

Icy cerulean orbs stared at him in annoyance, utter disgust laced in them. He wasn't even worth the fist coming down on him, nor the sharp pain shooting through his skull, chilling his bones to that of splintering ice. 

"You're so weak. Are you sure there's a dick between your legs? Or indeed just a pussy?" 

The taste of copper spread in his mouth as he bit his lips hard as not to cry. 

"You're a nothing." The low baritone of the man's voice echoed in his head. "Such a worthless wimp..."

Dabi jolted up, wet strands of hair stuck to his face, the covers of his bed soaked, clinging to his sweaty body.

He took several deep breaths, his heart thrashing wildly against his ribcage. He grabbed his chest, eyes wide with fear as he tried to even out the beating, trying to concentrate on getting his heart to slow down. His head was spinning and blood rushed through his ears as cold sweat mixed with hot one, the taste of blood real in his mouth.

Turning his head, his azure eyes fell on your peaceful sleeping figure lying next to him, soft hair like a halo around your head, the sheets gently rising and falling with each calm breath you took.

His heart seemed to slow, its beat becoming regular as his hand slid over the sheets, carding his fingers through your hair softly. They moved, over the silken skin of your face, tracing the shape of your cheekbones before lifting off. Your lips moved, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep, your body stirring lightly before coming to a rest again.

He slid out of bed, blood pumping through his veins as he stumbled through the door into the next room, teetering footsteps leading him towards the bar, random tremors reminding him of his nightmare.

Grabbing the closest bottle, he opened it, lifted it up to his lips, and started drinking with big gulps. The clear liquid burned, hunting away the visions of his dad that slowly turned blurry, fuzzy until there was nothing left but a few faint snippets of the dream.

Quietly setting the half-empty bottle back on the counter, he slumped forward, breathing heavily. His stomach stirred in the slightest at so much alcohol at once. 

Not quite able to control his hands anymore, he went for the bottle again but way too fast, making it topple over. Before it could fall to the ground, he slammed his hand on it, keeping it right at the edge. 

"Shit," Dabi mumbled, watching the clear liquid spill from the opening onto the floor, and quickly set it back up, tugging it closer to himself. 

Wrapping his fingers around the throat of the bottle, he pulled it up and took another big 

gulp. 

"Goddammit," he slammed it back on the counter before standing up on uneasy legs.

The room seemed to float so he closed his heavily-lidded eyes, trying to keep his vision from spinning. Opening them up again, he turned to head back to you, taking a moment to steady himself against the wall, closing his eyes in an attempt to collect his bearings.

Slowly making his way over to the bed, he slipped back under the covers next to you, the sweat-drenched fabric clinging uncomfortably to his still damp body.

Reaching out, he placed his hand onto yours, watching your face, memorizing every little detail. It gave the comfort he needed for his eyelids to grow heavy. Not letting go of your hand, he slipped back into a dreamless sleep.

Opening his eyes, he squinted them, slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight streaming in through the bay windows. 

He groaned, his vision still blurry as he tugged his hand up to cover his eyes. Where was he again?

There was a soft rustle next to him and a small humming sound as you murmured, "Morning Dabi–"

Memories of last evening resurfaced in his head and he groaned, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to forget. 

A soft warm hand trailed up his arm and gently tugged one hand away, careful not to touch his other bandaged one. 

"Dabi, are you OK?" You had propped yourself up and looked at him with sleepy eyes, a quiet yawn pulling from your lips.

“M fine—” His jaw tightened. 

"You don't seem like it," you cocked your head, doe eyes taking him in.

“Whatever,” he shifted his focus back toward the ceiling. 

“Don't you dare whatever me,” you warned, brows furrowing at him. 

He growled, sliding his forearm over his eyes, "Just forget about it–”

He felt the soft mattress dip as you moved to slide a leg over him, your hips settling on his crotch.

Feeling the turmoil inside of him, your fingers gently circled his wrist and pulled his arm away off his face. Dabi opened his eyes and your gazes met. Lingered.

"Touya," you leaned down, cupping his face with your hands. 

His eyes flitted toward the wall to avoid your gaze, each of the next words emphasized with a peck against his scowling lips, "You. Are. Perfect."

No one ever liked him for who he was. They all just wanted his body. His money. His fame. But you– you left him feeling vulnerable in a way he had never experienced before. It made him more anxious than anything and he felt something squeezing his chest tightly.

"I'm not perfect." He managed a desultory scowl, "I'm a fuck-up."

You leaned back, lacing your fingers with his as your brows narrowed to a deep frown, “Explain."

Taking a deep sigh, he paused before he choked out with self-hatred.

“I am trying. So. Fucking. Hard. To be better,” clenching his hands into fists, he continued “But I keep failing.”

Dabi pushed himself up on his arms, anger painted on his face as his sapphire blue eyes glared at you, “Can't you see? I'm worthless, a nothing!"

There was a long pause in which you both stared at each other, his eyes gleaming with frustration – and yours with something else, something softer, deeply genuine. You suddenly felt the urge to kiss every inch of his body. Getting lost in the perfect blue of his eyes, you just now noticed how they were like the ocean, glimmering clear and beautiful in the morning light.

"I don't think you are," breaking the silence, you moved forward, bridging the gap between you until your noses almost touched. "And you are not a failure."

Dabi swallowed and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

You let go of his hand to place your palm on his bare chest. Slowly increasing the pressure you gently forced him to drop back down onto the sheets, not before he gave you a roll of his eyes.

"Fine, whatever," his lips pressed into a thin and firm line.

You cocked your head, a soft smile breaking on your face. Bending down, Dabi’s eyes flew open as you started brushing your lips over his chest, moving over to his pink nipple. 

"Ahhh shit, babe what are you..." His head shot up to look at you, when your tongue dipped out, rolling around the small bud, tasting him, before latching your lips around it.

His breath hitched, a blush spreading from his neck to his cheekbones while you rolled your tongue around his nipple, stiffening your tongue to flick its tip over it in rapid succession, only pausing to suckle on it.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered against his skin, and his blush grew even deeper, painting his ears a deep red.

Your hands trailed up his sides to find the other bud, gently starting to roll it between your thumb and index finger.

His heart was beating hard against his ribcage as you released his nipple from your warm mouth, humming in approval as you saw his cute pink nub hard and his chest flushed a soft red. When you exhaled, he shuddered, goosebumps rippling across his body as your breath cooled your saliva on his sensitive skin.

He choked out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as you dipped down again to start suckling on the other nipple, his teeth digging into his lower lip to keep a desperate keen from leaving him. You let out a satisfied sigh, also releasing this little bud to pepper kisses up his chest towards his throat. 

His mouth opened for short shallow breaths. He’s never felt this vulnerable before, so exposed beneath your gentle ministrations. Dabi dug his palms to his eyes, pushing his head into the pillow. 

You ran your tongue right up the center of his throat to his chin. Kissing your way up his jawline, your lips brushed against the rim of his ear as you whispered, "You are perfect."

He wanted to come up with a snarky reply, something to retort, to tell you that you were wrong. But all rational thoughts left him when you licked along the outside of his ear, exhaling while doing so, his hands dropping powerlessly on the pillow.

"I'm not– aah–" The feeling of your warm breath fanning his skin drew a strangled groan from his throat. 

Trailing your tongue down, you sucked his earlobe into your mouth. His hips jerked up, a strained groan escaping his parted lips as you swirled your tongue around the metal stud pierced through it. 

Releasing it carefully, you breathed against his ear, "You are perfect."

"'M-m not–" his voice was trembling by now and he swallowed hard as your lips brushed along his temple to his closed eyelid.

Pressing soft and warm against it for a kiss, they moved on over the bridge of his nose to his other eyelid. He just laid there, his heart racing, the heat in his abdomen growing as his dick started to strain against the fabric of his pants as you continued your loving ministration.

Your soft lips followed down the bridge of his nose to kiss its tip before you straightened up again and he opened his eyes, dark and lust-blown, eyelids heavy.

“You're perfect,” you whispered again, persistent, looking at him with such a fucking sultry smile, he hardly could contain himself. 

Then you slowly started to push your hips down into his, grinding along his crotch. It made him shiver with pleasure, his head empty, lips slightly parted, the thought of you rocking back and forth on his dick dominating his mind. His tongue swiped over his lips, wetting them in anticipation, his breathing becoming faster when you bridged the gap between your faces, sighing into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, his cock flexing, his abdomen drawing taut.

You parted your lips and for a moment, there was only you, and him, and his heart raced in his ribcage. And then your tongue slid into his open, waiting mouth. The kiss went straight up his spine, clouding his thoughts, as your tongue started rolling against his. 

You kept rocking your hips against his, Dabi's hands finding purchase on your side, guiding your moves as you kept working your mouths against each other. There was something about your taste that was just you, and it was heavenly. He couldn't get enough, tilting his head to crush his mouth against yours. The kiss turned hungry, biting and nibbling on each other's lips. 

Your movements were frantic by now, your soaked panties rubbing along his stiff, clothed cock, a wet spot starting to form along its length. A particularly hard rock of your hips made him groan out loud, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hips. 

You jolted back, breathless, eyes drinking him in. It was just a moment and then you hurried to lift your hips, skimming your panties down your legs, a glistening string of your arousal clinging to it and breaking, exposing your needy cunt. 

Dabi's breathing hitched as he stared at your glistening folds, wordlessly lifting his hips when your fingers skimmed beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs to pull them off his body, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen, its tip covered in precum.

Lifting your leg to straddle him again, you stood on your knees, slipping your hand between your thighs to your folds, pulling them apart with two fingers. 

Your other hand circled his throbbing cock, earning a sharp hiss from him as you pulled it up. You moaned, feeling the head of his cock press against your slick folds, rubbing the pink head of his cock between them, your juices starting to drip down his length.

Dabi watched his cock disappear as you began to lower yourself onto his length, before letting out a broken groan, head falling back against the pillow.

"Fuck—” Dabi gasped as he was buried deeper inside your hot cunt, your walls trembling when the piercings rubbed along your sensitive walls. 

A dull pain seared through your lower half at the stretch, but you forced yourself further down on him until he bottomed out, his pierced tip pressing tightly against your cervix.

“Oh my God—” you couldn't finish the sentence, too caught up in the feeling of you being impaled on him, your entire core clenching around him repeatedly.

“Shit,” he panted, eyes still screwed shut, “Why are you always so fucking tight?” 

“Told you–” you muttered, “It's because you're perfect,” and with that, you lifted yourself from his length before slamming back down on his dick.

Dabi had to cross his arms over his eyes, his teeth digging into his lower lip not to cry out loud. You began to rock your hips against his, starting an even pace, feeling the ridges of his barbells slide along your inner walls.

Lifting his arm off his eyes he focused his gaze back on you, your breasts bouncing as you continued the quick pace. You lifted your hips and stalled, leaving only the tip inserted, starting to give short shallow pumps, the tip always just breaching your tight entrance. 

His jaw hung slack on his face, his breathing hard as he watched just his sensitive tip disappear inside of you, the rim of his gland catching at your tight right before it popped out again. It drove him crazy, the sudden, intense stimulation sending vibrations and goosebumps all over his skin. Then you unexpectedly slammed your hips back down, taking him to the hilt. 

"Jesus fucking—!" it knocked the air out of his lungs, goosebumps rippling all over his skin. 

Again, you pulled off him, teasing just the sensitive tip only to slam down on him, repeating it over and over again. Dabi started to lose it, the sensation too much as the muscles in his abdomen tightened, his dick becoming so hard, it almost hurt. 

The lewd sounds of flesh against flesh resonated through the room as your pelvis kept smacking against his, accompanied by his unabashed sinful groaning, causing your cunt to tighten around him at the sound.  

"M close..." a muffled moan tore from your lips as you felt the first wave of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Grinding against his crotch in a more messy way now, his hands guided you, his eyes closed, as you buried him deep inside of you, over and over again. Your walls started to flutter around him, and his balls tightened in response, painted nails digging into your sensitive flesh, leaving crescent marks in their wake.

His eyes cracked open, gazing up at your face. You were so blissed out, eyes half-lidded, mouth dropped open for little “ah ah ahs”, shamelessly clutching his hard pecs.

He couldn't say a word, just watched you from under heavy-lidded eyes as you rapidly pushed both of you towards your highs with that familiar tightness spreading through his abdomen, muscles clenching.

It had been so long since someone had been so into what they were doing; so into him. He dragged his lower lip between his teeth, as tears wet his lashes. Your whole body started to tremble while you continued to slam your hips down, giving hard, sharp thrusts by now, your face glistening with sweat from exhaustion. 

You looked so goddamn lewd, so indecent and he loved how you turned into this mess because of him.

"Oh shit—" Dabi muttered, all of this being too overwhelming and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. 

His cock started to twitch as his balls tightened – and he came. His head dropped back on the pillow in pleasure, his hips stuttering. His eyes closed shut, forcing the tears to trickle down his temples as he pumped rope after rope of hot white cum into you, your name spilling as breathless whimpers from his lips.  

You felt him twitch inside of you, his warmth spreading in your belly, oozing from your folds down his length as you kept bouncing up and down. His curved cock angled perfectly towards your g-spot and it kindled a heat that was all-consuming as it flared up. 

Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself come undone, your lower half shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed through you.

"Touyaah–"   as you cried out his name, pleasure clouding your mind. 

Dabi forced his eyes open, his cheeks flushed, heart aching at the sound of his name falling from your glossy lips.

Through half-lidded eyes, he watched you cum, your walls clenching repeatedly around him, and he reached down on instinct, finding your clit, starting to draw circles over it with his thumb.

"Hey, w-wait–" You gasped, trying to pull away his hand. 

But his grip on your hip became bruising as he rubbed with vigor now, making it impossible for you to come down from your bliss, rutting his still hard member in and out of you until it was too much. 

"Please, I can’t,” you whimpered, your overstimulated body tingling as yet another orgasm crept up on you, “'S too much–"

“Yes, you can.” There was a sudden fire behind his turquoise eyes and he pressed harder against your swollen nub, groaning as he felt you starting to squeeze his length again.

With your first orgasm still holding your body hostage, there was no way of escaping the second one. The pleasure became overwhelming before you pummeled over the edge without a warning. You clenched tightly around him again, head dropping back, eyes shut close as your body convulsed on top of him.

Dabi’s grip on your hips tightened to prevent you from keeling over, devouring the sight of you coming undone on his length. A clear stream of liquid gushed against his pelvis, dripping down his shaft and balls onto the sheets below. 

“Goddamn, baby…” he murmured, “Can never get enough of you cumming on me.”

He pulled you down impatiently for a kiss, sheathing himself inside of you and he felt his balls almost painfully tightening as he came again, groaning into your mouth as fresh cum seeped from his tip and mixed with the existing one inside of you.

You broke away to gasp for air, head falling against his shoulder. Your soft lips were on his neck, tongue darting out to lick at his pulse, taking in his body scent, the scent of clean sweat, of arousal– and sex.  

"See, told you you're perfect," you cooed, placing another warm kiss against his pulse.

Time seemed to disappear as you both lay flush against one another. Dabi drank up your softness, hugging you tightly to his hot body, not moving until both of your breathing had evened out. Eventually, you slid off of him and laid down next to him, teasing the fine line of white hairs that trailed from his belly down to his softening cock. 

"You're feeling better now?" You asked and he hummed in approval.

After a short pause to continue playing with the hair, not minding your combined release still clinging to it, you asked, "Touya, can I ask you something?" 

"Of course," his lips pressed against the crowd of your hair, his breath hot against your head.

"Keigo – what's the deal with him?" your hands trailed up to brush your warm palms over his chest.

"What about him?" His fingers hooked under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his.

"How did you both…" you could feel your cheeks burning up.

"Ah yes," his lips turned up into a soft smile, while his eyes focused on the ceiling. 

"We both were cast at the same time." pausing, he lifted a hand to scrape at his neck, "He wasn't like the other men I had met. He… honestly cared for me."

Taking a break and turning his head toward the nightstand, he reached out, grabbing the cigarette package. He shook it against his palm a few times before pulling out a cigarette. Lifting it to his mouth, he pressed the bud between his lips before dropping the package on the bed.

Reaching off to the side again, he snatched the lighter, turned the spark wheel in one quick, decisive motion and held the flame to the end of the cigarette, lighting it. Inhaling deeply, the sizzle of the cigarette filled the silence while you continued looking at him. Waiting. 

"He was my age and we bonded." He exhaled, blowing the smoke upwards, azures half-lidded. "Dunno, he was just there with me all the time. So I guess, that's that."

"I see…" an earnest smile spread across your face, "I'd like to get to know him better then."

"How much better?" Dabi’s eyes flicked to yours, his expression darkening. 

"You know what I mean, Dabi," you propped yourself on your elbow.

"Actually," he took another drag, his eyes lazily turning towards the window, "I don't."

"Are you seriously turning this on me?" You were in disbelief.

“I'm just asking how you want to get to know him better,” Dabi retorted in a way that indicated he was close to snapping, "You like him or something?”

“Ah…” The second you realized what was going on with him, a grin spread on your lips. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“No,” he choked, his gaze snapping back to yours. 

Rolling your eyes at him you giggled, "God, you're jealous."

“So what if I am?” His eyes still looked dark and he paused to take another drag from his cigarette.

“Damn, Dabi," you raised a questioning brow, "Are you seriously pulling this on me after all you did to me?"

He cringed, his expression softening as he hurried to put out the cigarette before cupping both of your cheeks with his palms, peering deep into your eyes.

"You're right," He kissed you once, twice, muttering, "M sorry. Just can't stand the idea of you being with someone else"

"It's alright, you big baby," your fingers trailed over the faint stubble on his face. 

“Listen," you grabbed his right hand, squeezing it between yours. “You’re the only one I want to be with– as long as you want as well."

"C'mere," he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, savoring the softness of your touch, the soothing warmth of your body pressed against his. He realized that he wanted you all for himself. Wanted your eyes to never look at anyone else. Wanted your heart to never admire anyone else.

"I only want you as well," he whispered into your skin, his hands following the curvature of your side to slide over your buttcheeks to your warm folds. You felt him starting to twitch against your abdomen, heat rising again in your lower belly.

"Dabi, no," giggling, your hand caught his and pulled it away.

He chuckled, his eyes seductive and lust-filled, "Oh, c'mon—"

"No, I feel gross," you playfully swatted his chest, slowly crawling off his lap, "And I stink."

“I think you smell amazing,” he noted, the smug grin on his face intensifying, as he started to palm his growing erection.

Moving to sit at the edge of the bed, you reached over to the nightstand and took your phone. Unlocking it, you selected your roommate’s number and handed the device off to him. 

"Ok, big boy, I'm going to take a shower," you stood up on wobbly legs, your entire body still weak from two mind-blowing orgasms, "Call my roommate."

"Oh," His expression turned strained as he hesitantly looked at the phone in his hand.

"You promised," you gave him a warning glare over your shoulders. 

"Yes ma'am!" he threw you a mocking glare, as he pressed the call button.

With a delightful snicker, you slipped into the bathroom, closing the door just in time for him to say, "Yes, hi! It's me, Dabi"

The rest of the heated conversation drowned in the sound of the rain shower running.

As you returned, hair still damp, Dabi was sitting on the bed, back resting against the leather headboard, the thin bedsheets hugging his body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“How was it?” you dropped down next to him on the mattress. 

"Peachy," he cringed, handing you back your cell phone, "She's— quite a handful."

“That bad?” You raised your brows in amusement.

He cleared his throat exaggeratedly before answering.

"She promised, and I repeat her exact same words, to personally fucking castrate me if I fucking screw this up again" he chuckled lowly.

"Yeah, figured," you couldn't contain a giggle, knowing your roommate too well.

"Ok," he pulled back the sheets, and stood up, "My turn."

Hanging heavily between his thighs, the sight of his impressive cock set your skin on fire. You tried to ignore the heat rising in your core when he climbed off the bed, not caring that he was still covered in a drying mixture of your juices as he grabbed his pants and strutted over to you.

He stopped right in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your hips, thumbs stroking tentatively at the smooth skin there, moving to press his lips against yours. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you stunned and speechless. 

After getting dressed you picked up your phone to call your work – and your roommate. 

After Dabi stepped out of the shower, droplets of water ran down the curves of his muscles, dripping onto the floor beneath. He stepped up to the sink counter, hands bracing himself on the counter to each side of his body, looking at himself in the mirror. 

Perfect. 

Your words still echoed through his mind as he stared at his own reflection. 

Perfect. 

His deep azures looked back at him. You are not him.

Still, the memories of last night's nightmare threatened to overtake and he reached for his pants, hastily sliding his fingers in the back pocket to retrieve another small pouch with white crystalline powder in it. 

Looking at it, he felt so torn. His eyes closed in frustration, he was so close to slamming his fist into the mirror again.

His head jerked up as he heard your voice, how softly you spoke on the phone. Faint laughter resonated through the door, making his heart ache inside his chest. 

Shit.

A need, a yearning arose deep inside of him, as if he was missing something that he wasn't aware of, wanted so badly. He wanted to change. He wanted to be able to love and to be loved. He deserved it. You deserved it. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Again, your soft voice permeated through the door, and he looked in the mirror, going through his hair wondering if he was making the right choices. He didn't want to lose you but he didn't know either how to accomplish that. 

Looking at the pouch in his palm, the demon inside him replied, reminding him that he was even just that, that he was Dabi. A rockstar. 

His hand curled into a fist, holding the drugs tightly. Turning to look towards his reflection in the mirror, brows furrowing, he lifted the package to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth, and proceeded to empty its content on the bathroom counter before forming two fine lines.

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When Dabi stepped through the door into the bedroom, dressed in a pair of casual jeans and a fitted black tee, you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.

He looked so breathtakingly handsome. Everything about him reeked of masculinity.

You just couldn't stop staring at how effortlessly perfect he looked. Your eyes wandered up and down his body, stopping at his beautiful face. His sharp jawlines, slender nose, his electric blue eyes, and— your thoughts trailed off when your eyes landed on his soft, thin lips.

“What are you looking at?” His voice was thick with seduction once he noticed you staring at him.

You chewed your lips when you glanced at him from behind thick lashes, “Ah, never mind…” You swallowed before glancing away, your cheeks dusted a deep pink.

After your luggage was picked up, you made your way towards the lobby, always framed by two men dressed in casual pants and shirts, only their in-ear headphones giving away their identity.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the hotel lobby, you had to stop a second to take in the sight of the stunning room. The design of the hotel was seamless – guest check-in, the bar, and the lounge all effortlessly flowing into each other without intruding each other's space. The foliage of the lobby rose in organic swirls toward the ceiling, relaxing to eye and soul. 

It had an ambiance that allowed one to process the transition from journey to arrival. 

A petite ash-blonde woman stepped up to you, cutting short your adoration and introduced herself as Dabi’s assistant, handing you a bag with the letters "DITA" embossed on it.

As you raised your questioning gaze to meet his, he just shrugged, "Might wanna put those on before going outside."

“But why?” You were still clueless while pulling out a sunglass case. Opening it you took out a pair of classic navigator-style sunglasses, subtly styled with external titanium lens rims - according to the letter accompanying the package.

"Just do it–" Dabi grinned, winking at you, "Unless you want your name plastered all over the tabloids by tonight."

Hastily, you unhinged the temples and put them on with nervously trembling fingers. 

Dabi bent down, his next words whispered directly into your ear, just for you to hear, “You look stunning, I wanna fuck you right here and now.” 

You jolted back, your face starting to burn, and he tilted his head, giving you a seductive smirk.

You fidgeted your fingers, not knowing how to react and he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips, "C'mon, let's go."

You swallowed down the growing knot in your throat, stepping closer to him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the exit and the waiting Mercedes Benz Van.

Outside, the bodyguards made sure that the crowd stayed back while you stepped towards the car. Nonetheless, you couldn't ignore the flashlights and shutter sounds of cameras erupting all around you, accompanied by a choir of screams from the fans.

You ducked down into Dabi’s chest, trying to hide your blushing face, afraid to have your picture taken and spread across the internet. Just a couple of more steps and you slid into the car, the sounds and lights disappearing when the door shut behind you.

Dabi sat down next to you, leaning over and sat your glasses up on your head. 

His lips met yours once, twice before he murmured against your lips, "You did perfectly."

The ride to the terminal went without interruptions, and as the door slid open, the driver helped you out, guiding you towards the private plane standing on the Tarmac, the sunlight reflecting off the metallic blue of the LoV logo.

Keigo and Tenko were already waiting as you both approached. Dabi nudged his chin up to greet the drummer, who then turned to you, a coy smile forming on his face hidden behind pale strands of hair. 

The blond man observed Dabi with hawk eyes and without so much as looking at you, he stepped up to Dabi and pulled him in for an embrace, his hand sliding down his side, coming to a rest on the round of his butt. 

You took a long slow deep breath, unable to react. All you could do is just stare at the scene in front of you. Turning his head the slightest, Keigo’s lips latched onto Dabi’s neck and gave it a suckle before leaning back and releasing him, his hand still lingering on his hips.

"Missed ya," Keigo purred, giving him seductive smile, his hand tightening around Dabi’s ass. 

As his gaze fell upon you, his expression darkened noticeably. Boredom thickly laced in his voice when he said, “What's she doing here?”

"She's coming with me." Dabi stepped back from him towards you, circling your waist with his arm as he looked Keigo up and down, “Got a problem with that?”

“You're taking a groupie with you?” Keigo's face was expressionless.

You flinched at his insult, immediately wanting to step aside in shame. But Dabi kept his tight grip around your waist, tugging you even closer to him.

"Keigo, watch it!" he growled, deep and guttural, the corner of his lips twitching up, revealing his canines. 

“No, you watch it!” Keigo stepped up to Dabi, golden eyes staring straight into bright blue ones. “Mark my words," he pointed his finger at you, golden eyes like daggers, "She's just another groupie!” 

And with that, he turned on his heels to saunter off toward the airstair, hands in his pockets, leaving you frozen and shocked. Taking a deep inhale, you realized why he might have responded the way he did.

Dabi glowered after him but then he felt you rock on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his cheek.

“Don't mind him,” the calm tone of your voice soothed his seething anger, "He's just confused. I think he likes you."

He sighed and hugged you close, pressing his lips to your warm forehead. Closing his eyes, he cherished the feeling of closeness, of intimacy. Pecking one last kiss on your skin, he turned towards the plane, Keigo already stepping through the door with Tenko trailing close behind as Dabi and you following right after.

[mrskurono]

title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k 

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube. 

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob. 

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan. 

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock. 

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads. 

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you. 

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~” 

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do. 

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue. 

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

[keijislove]

I’ll be there: Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: WARNING: Slight mention of PTSD, insecurity, basically Bucky not realising what a blessing to humanity he is.

Screams.

They erupted in an instant as the sound of glass shattering pierced the otherwise peaceful night. Screams were all he’d ever known. Screams sounded like music to his ears. It was just a small snippet of what people really deserved after they dared to show their faces in public, knowing the pain they had caused to this world.

Amidst the endless assassins, stood a certain soldier with eyes as dark as his name, hair long and unkempt about his face, and two arms – one regular, which clutched a gun that seemed to fire itself – and the other, made of vibranium, which was busy throttling a man.

The winter soldier.

That name commanded fear. Fear of being killed, knowing that the monster HYDRA had created didn’t have enough human in him to feel emotions like pity or regret.

Bloodlust.

That was all that James Buchanan Barnes had ever known.

“Please, please not my son!” a woman cried, watching tearfully as the winter soldier fought an urge to scoff.

Not caring in the least, he pointed the gun at a little boy of nearly seven years of age and smirked beneath his mask.

The trigger was pulled, deaf to the cries and bloodcurdling screams of the boy’s mother. A gunshot pierced through the hall filled with screams. A bullet shot towards the tiny, unsuspecting boy, reaching to hit him squarely in the head –

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bucky screamed, sitting up straight.

He looked around. Nobody was there, he was alone. Like he’d always been.

Panting slightly, he looked around, fumbling for the water jug and he poured himself a glass before taking a sip – his hands shaking so badly that the quantity of spilt water was greater than that he drank.

“Just a nightmare,” he feverishly muttered to himself, “No – no big deal, nightmare.”

His lies sounded so untruthful, even Bucky had to scoff at himself.

Just a nightmare.

If he didn’t understand himself at times, who could?

It was almost foolish to admit it, but Bucky felt something he had no way to overcome. Lonely.

His ‘friends’ were leading important lives, either with family or training at the Avengers compound, wanting to make a difference. Yet, here he sat, feeling useless.

He wanted a purpose in life – a gaping hole in his chest nothing seemed to be able to fill. Apparently, the gods had heard his prayer, for that day was one he treasured most in all of his memories.

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“This is the last time I’m working the night shift!” you furiously exclaimed to Leah who just shrugged, saying, “It’s not me who decides the shifts.”

“Meh, well,” you admitted guiltily, “You have a point. But you’re the only I can rant to about this prison.”

“Well, job’s a job, isn’t it?” Leah murmured.

“I guess so.”

The door of the restaurant flew open as somebody walked inside. You didn’t bother to look up, you had way to much experience and hate for this job to care who wanted to eat what.

“Welcome, I am Y/N L/N, just name whatever you want, I’m sure we have it in here and if we don’t, I’m sorry but that’s not my fault and I have been working long hours since weeks and would appreciate a little customer cooperation to ensure the safety of my mental health, okay? What do you want?” you had never talked this way to a customer before – you were known to be a polite employee, but today, you just lost your temper with life.

Receiving silence from the figure that had stopped in front of you, you looked up questioningly and your mind went blank for a second. Standing there was literal eye candy material who looked confused and slightly alarmed. You flushed – great job scaring away a finally nice guy, Y/N.

“Sorry,” you sighed after a while of staring, “Not in the greatest mood these days.”

“I can see that,” the stranger chuckled despite himself, “Rough day?”

“Month,” you corrected moodily, “What can I get you?”

“Meh, the usual, some beer please,” he said.

“Right,” you nodded, turning around, pulling faces at yourself for being so embarrassing. You blindly groped for a bottle and thrust it his way, saying, “Glass?”

“No thanks,” he waved off, uncorking the bottle and downing it, “I’m Bucky, by the way. Bucky Barnes.”

“Hey, I’ve heard of you,” you frowned.

Bucky’s heart dropped into the floors below. Of course you had heard of him. Of the countless, ruthless murders he had performed.

“You’re – that guy, right? Steve Rogers’ best friend?” you asked, “My condolences,” you added quickly.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, “That’s me.”

“I can see you’ve been through a rough life,” you remarked causally.

“You have no idea.”

And so, Bucky began visiting your bar regularly – a feat that made your shifts more enjoyable and something to look forward to in your mundane life. Bucky understood what a stressful job could be – he felt that if he couldn’t help himself, he’d at least try to help you.

After around a month of knowing him, you decided to do something you had been gathering the balls for for weeks

As soon as you finished your night shift, you spoke, “Can I walk home with you? It’s late – and the night sort of scares me. My house a few blocks away from yours.”

You crossed your fingers and toes behind your back.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Bucky said, “I wouldn’t want you to walk alone anyway.”

Your heart rose – this was a good sign.

You grabbed your coat and threw it on, shivering slightly as both of you made your way out. You locked the door behind you and placed the keys in your pocket as you resumed walking.

“So,” you began, “How’s life going on for you?”

“Crappy, mostly,” Bucky shrugged, “I mean – there’s nothing to do. I just sit around all day, come to your bar, go home, and sit around again.”

“Sounds like a nice life,” you sighed, “I wish I had some peace. I’d trade with you any day.”

This declaration made him laugh.

Now or never, Y/N, you wimp! Do it! Ask him out!

“Hey, listen, Bucky, I was wondering,” you began as he hummed in response, “Uh... we’ve known each other for some time now... don’t take this the wrong way, but I... really, really like you.”

Bucky felt his heart drop again – this was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

“Y/N...” he began.

“It’s okay, you might not feel the same,” you hurriedly said, swallowing back a few overcoming tears.

“No, Y/N, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky assured you, “I really like you too – but are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

“Thought what – what are you talking about?” you asked, nonplussed.

“I’m just saying – think about it,” Bucky began, “You – you’d be throwing away your future – I don’t want to do that to you. You’re a smart, beautiful woman, and you honestly deserve so much better! I can’t make you happy – I can’t make myself happy, I don’t know anything about commitment. I can’t give you children or a family – and the people who know of my past – almost everyone – will look down on you, I don’t want you to have that burden. I’m – a monster, Y/N, you can’t –”

“Stop,” you whispered, shaking your head, “Stop doing this to yourself. Who on Earth – Bucky, you are not a monster. I would never think like that – and it’s okay if you can’t give me a family – all I want is you. Just you.”

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting the most important part,” Bucky whispered, “I’m dangerous. I can’t trust my own mind. Trigger words, remember? Even if I’m not a killer anymore, I’ve made a lot of enemies – I don’t want anyone to use you to get to me.”

“What if I don’t care?” you asked angrily, “Let them try. And your trigger words – nice try, Bucky, you wanna be more careful what you tell others about your past. I know that that problem was taken care of years ago. You’re jut scared to open up.”

“I get nightmares....” Bucky’s voice trailed off in a feeble attempt to coax you to change your mind.

“And now you’ll have someone to calm you down next to you,” you firmly stated.

Bucky sighed, “Coffee shop down the street, tomorrow, noon.”

“Don’t you dare be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Okay, as the hours are ticking away, I might as well get something off my chest. I’m hoping just the sharing of my anxiety will be enough to make it easier to face.

And please, don’t feel obligated to reply. I’m not doing this to make people feel for me. I just need the release.

I return to work tomorrow after two weeks away. I had to apply for an Emergency Leave of Absence for ‘compelling reasons’ as outlined on the website of the third-party company that handles leave requests and payouts. My reasons were 100% valid (not health related, and I have paperwork to back up what I explained about my living situation, and will present it if anyone asks to see it) but my request was summarily denied by the Store Manager, who wants my ‘ole ass out of there ASAP. I’m sure they’d like to do it without being liable for unemployment. 

One of the front end supervisors texted me the day my request was rejected, and I replied that - well, I’m still losing my home with little notice AND I have no place to go, let alone any place to put a houseful of stuff to store. She wished me luck and I haven’t heard a word since.

If When they fire people, they wait until nearly the end of their shift, which mean 5-6 hours of torture waiting for the guillotine blade to fall. I should be glad--I’ve been needing to get away from that hellhole for years, and ever since December it has felt like I’ve been playing chicken with management to see which of us gives first. I wish I wasn’t such a wimp as to be dreading the actual visit to the office to get it done. I’ll probably cry because that’s how I deal with shit, even when I’m angry not sad, and in this case, it’ll be with a huge sense of relief. I am praying that I WILL be eligible for unemployment--I think they could just say I abandoned my job, but I’m still on the schedule, so going back tomorrow proves that I didn’t.

If you’re the praying kind, I would appreciate some at this point.

*whew*

I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I will miss, things that have made what I once truly enjoyed into a miserable experience. There’s so much I’m going to miss about the work itself and the customers I take care of. I’ve made some good friends with people I’ve met across the counter, over the years, and I’m really going to miss them. I’ll miss the relief I see on the faces of people who have difficulties dealing with my coworkers who lack patience and finesse--people who always tell me how glad they are that I’m the one waiting on them. I’ll miss helping people that are nervous or scared because they have to do an unfamiliar financial service, and I alleviate their fear by being kind, sympathetic and professional (professional is something my company doesn’t even look for when hiring anymore). I’ll miss helping people (usually Senior Citizens) by preventing them from being scammed out of thousands of dollars via wire transfer fraud--I rarely get recognized for it, and I’m the last of those where I work who pays the proper attention to those kind of details.

I’m going to miss meeting people of numerous cultures from all around the world, and the beautiful color of their accents (those of the Caribbean and African nations are my favorites - such beautiful, lilting music to those tongues!)  I’m going to miss my regulars (especially those from elsewhere in the globe) who I’ve chatted with and learned about their cultures and religions. And the way they treat me because they are glad to find a student of the world in such a humble setting.

I’ll miss the impeccable manners of gentlemen not born here, who always treat me with the utmost respect, making me envy the women of their cultures, especially when too many young man from here have come to my desk with harsh, foul language, and coarse behavior. I’ll miss the moments when a customer ‘gets’ that I am doing my very best to do the best for them--despite some difficult situations like severe understaffing. That I take each customer one at a time, and they get my full attention until the transaction is done. I’ll miss the terms of endearment they treat me with...Miss Vicki...Mama...’mam...because they feel the respect I treat them with.

One thing my employer, in it’s current state, plays lip service to but doesn’t know the first thing about seeing it done, is simple respect. Not just for the customers as unique individuals, but for their employees as individuals and as the assets we can be.

However it shakes out, I’m glad for my time of service. And for knowing on many specific occasions, I made a good difference in someone’s life, if only for an hour or a day. Gonna miss that too.

[burnedbyshoto]

missing you

— An explosive argument with you has Bakugou wondering just what this relationship means to him —

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, angst

word count: 1,299

a/n: this is for @heroheads​ 500 follower event!!! please enjoy!!! to rachel, well, tbh I chose bakugou cuz that was the first character under your face characters on the discord because I was too much of a wimp to try out obero without crying on such a short notice. I hope you still like bakugou and that you enjoy my love!!! congrats, im very proud of you sweetie

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The more that Bakugou sat in the living room alone, the more it irritated him. His legs spread out against the cushion, feet glued to the floor, and his anger shooting through the roof.

There were days where he knew that he was an asshole, that was never up to debate. He was cruel, bigheaded, and very opinionated. There was no doubt that these days were, in fact, a daily thing. It wasn't his fault entirely; he just always needed to have the last word in the effect of his childhood. 

Bakugou was a prodigy, a genius, and above all, a hard worker. He needed to have those last words. 

So when he met you, it was something similar to two universes converging into one. A battle to see which would destroy the other.

Without a doubt, you were someone that Bakugou admired.

Strong-willed, resilient, and knowledgeable.

Sure, in no way were you perfect, but by god were you someone who Bakugou loved.

He had to admit; he wasn't perfect. No matter what he did to try to prove that he was, you saw through it. You saw him for who he was -- good or bad. You accepted it all without a bat of an eye, and you held him to it.

When he was rude to someone who didn't quite deserve it, although most of the time, Bakugou was adamant about believing that they did deserve it, you calmed him down and made him reconsider. When he was ready to solve things with his fists instead of the easier option of solving it with words, you persuaded him to reconsider. You were changing him for good, and while that was something Bakugou strove for himself, he just hated that you were equally stubborn as he was. 

He had blown up earlier this week. A regular conversation that began with simple discussions revolving around your intensifying relationship had horrendously blown up. Bakugou had no idea what had happened, only that you were so confident about everything that spilled from your mouth, your eyes so naive, childlike, and hopeful, that it annoyed the narcissist in him.

Bakugou challenged every thought, trying to debunk this pure fantasy that you had constructed for the both of you. He wasn't proud of his behavior; after all, he was capable of admitting when he was wrong. But these dreams for his first and only romantic relationship just seemed too perfect.

Yes, he was a perfectionist, but he knew better than to believe that the first person to make him feel this way was the only person. So, like any cornered animal, he attacked viciously.

Two universes colliding together with only one winner, one person consuming the other.

It wasn't until your once hopeful eyes had turned stone cold did Bakugou stop. Your lips pressed into a thin line, a visible sign that you were doing everything in your power not to cry. He wishes he could say that he apologized after that, but Bakugou was not one to stop until he had a complete victory.

He stopped with a shaky breath, horrific venomous words pounding heavily in both your ears and tears were pouring from your eyes.  

"Y-You're sleeping on the couch," you uttered, rolling over in your bed and turning off the lights.

It had been two days, two days of eery silence in your shared apartment. 

Bakugou hated it.

You hadn't tried to say anything, and neither had he, and to be honest, he hated not hearing your annoyingly oblivious voice.

Grumbling, Bakugou rose from his feet. 

He walked to your shared room; his fists slammed in his pockets, lips pulled into a snarl.

He hated that he missed you.

He hated that despite the comfortable couch, he only wanted to be lying with you. He hated that he missed the gentle snoring that you claimed was him lying. He hated missing hearing your giggles turning into snorts when you showed him a meme that would garner a loud groan from him. He hated that he wanted your warm body to cling to him when he woke up, silent pleads to stay with you for five more minutes. He hated not hearing your dumb voice tease him for sleeping at nine at night. 

Above all, he hated that you were upset at him.

His hand stretched out to the doorknob, his pride strangling him slightly, but his need for things to be better with his relationship with you outweighed it all. 

His eyes widened when you opened the door with him, your eyes expanding when you nearly ran into his chest.

Both of you stared at each other, emotions running wild in your eyes. 

"I'm sorry--"

"I'm sorry--"

A small smile spread on your face at the interruption, and Bakugou felt his chest tighten with warmth. Fuck, he was so in love with you, wasn't he?

Threading his fingers through his hair, Bakugou stepped closer to you, his hand holding your waist, his forehead pressing against yours. He couldn't look at you, no not yet, but he could feel your big eyes staring at his while he kept his gaze down.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he apologizes. "I said a lot of bullshit, none of which you deserved."

"I kinda did," you defend him, your fingers pressing against the nape of his neck — forty-eight hours of no contact made up at this very moment. "You told me to stop, and I didn't. I may bitch about you being stubborn, but I'm equally stubborn."

A smirk spread across Bakugou's features, a snort like a laugh puffing from his mouth while he nodded, pulling you even closer. "You can't date me without being stubborn."

You nod in agreement, and Bakugou finally looks up at you. Your eyes are closed, absorbing this moment the two of you were having. His fingers feel sweatier than usual when his fingers tighten against your form, his heart in his throat. 

He was nervous.

"How can you talk about the future with me so confidently?" he finally musters the courage to ask, his initial fear long faded since the first night. "We've been dating for less than a fucking year, and we're only twenty, you seem to be a bit too confident in our future."

Your eyes flutter back open, and Bakugou watches the confusion in your eyes. It slowly fades from uncertainty in realization to love.

A chuckle leaves your lips, a sound he had missed.

"I'm not confident, to be honest," you admit, your cheeks flooding with heat. "But when stubborn virgin 'I-don't-care-about-my-romantic-feelings' Bakugou Katsuki -- OW!" Bakugou had pinched your side, and your fingers tugged at his hair in retaliation. "When you admitted your feelings to plain little me, I was... shocked. Maybe I hope that you're the one meant for me because I really hope you are."

Bakugou felt his stomach squeeze at your words, his breathing almost shallow while he felt trapped within your gaze. His mouth pursed before twisting to the side.

"Don't be stupid," he grumbled his grip around you tightening. "You already fucking know that you're the one meant for me."

"Oh yeah?" you snort, eyes full of hope and entertainment when he neared closer to you, your lips entirely too enticing to ignore.

"If I deserve the best, then there's nothing in the world that will be better than you."

Of course, the argument wasn't entirely patched up that night, and it took countless more conversations for Bakugou to finally admit that you were the person he needed most in his future, the person that he would one day sink to a knee to ask for your hand in marriage. Still, until that day came, he was content with the apologetic and hopeful loving kiss his mouth created with yours. 

[wtf-yoongi]

Flawless.

pairing | taehyung x reader

summary | you’ve lost count of how many notes you’ve left in between tae’s textbooks, from the silliest to the most profound, loving ones. and yet, even after all these months, taehyung doesn’t seem to have noticed any of them

genre/warnings | university fluff bc y’all whipped by university student!tae am i right

words | 3,070

note | this concept was inspired by a plot line in romance is a bonus book (which you can and should stream on netflix). also: for some reason i didn’t know but found out while writing this that i would do anything for kim taehyung and that’s just a fact

You don’t know how that even started.

It sounds like the kind of thing people who lose bets would be forced to do. If you lose, you’ll have to write a silly letter confessing your love to a friend. It would be funny, a story worthy of being shared with friends in between bottles of beer and other tales from college years.

But it really isn’t like that. Definitely not as funny or entertaining – just you being bored one day and then too into it to stop it.

You don’t know what had gotten into you the first time you did it. You arrived a little early at the apartment Taehyung shared with Jimin. Tae was still taking a shower. Jimin let you in and apologized for having to leave you alone because he was working on a paper due only a couple of days later. You sat down in the small living room area. Looked around for a while. Picked a thinning stack of sticky notes from your backpack. Wrote something silly on one of them. Added a little #1 to it. Entered Taehyung’s room. Picked a book out of his shelves. Opened it on a random page. Sticked the yellow note there. Closed the book. Left it alone. That was it.

After that, it was like an addiction. Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught someday – eventually, as you thought – and having a good laugh with your friends about it. You could actually picture it: Jimin and you cracking up in the kitchen after Taehyung shows up with a handful of notes you’ve written. You tell them you’ve been doing it for weeks and leaving them everywhere. Jimin jokes about Tae not even opening a textbook to pretend he’s studying. Tae eventually joins, giggling and shaking his head.

//

“Hey, what’s up?”

You blink quickly to focus your mind again, looking up to see Taehyung free his shoulder from the weight of his bag and place a bottle of water on the table you are now sharing. He looks relaxed despite the craziness of the end of the semester, smiling and waving at a known face two tables away before sitting down.

“You good?” He asks again and bumps his elbow against yours to coax an answer out of you. “You look too serious.”

“I was…” You start and look down at the scattered pieces of paper in front of you, trying to make any sense of them. You pile it all to at least appear a bit more put together – the papers and yourself. “I was in the library, but the tension was too much to handle, so I moved in here.”

“It’s noisy.”

Well, yes, it’s a common area filled with students doing anything but studying. You wish to feel at ease like these people. Are they done with the semester or what?

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit too noisy to study?”

“Yeah, but there’s a whole lot of people talking and I can’t tell them apart, so it doesn’t bother me,” you answer, maybe a little too quickly after a few beats of silence. You decide to add something else, something to not end it on a bad note. “It’s oddly calming.”

“Well, if you think so.” Taehyung raises his shoulders and flashes you a simple and toothless smile. 

You don’t know how that even started. Liking him like the way you do.

It sounds like the kind of thing you would hear from someone else. I think I’m in love with a friend, what should I do? It would be funny, giving them advice on this sort of thing, but it only happened in movies, right?

But it really isn’t like that. It’s real. And it’s not as funny or entertaining. It kind of hurts, actually, but you can’t stop feeling those feelings and it drives you crazy sometimes. 

More than often you had found yourself thinking about this before going to sleep at night – and sometimes losing sleep over it as well. It definitely wasn’t like a switch, but it sure felt like it. You gradually fell in love, but only realized it when Taehyung came running down the stairs at the Art Department to meet you. 

There was nothing special about him that day – it was just the same old Tae –, but it wasn’t the art that had changed. It was the artist’s eye. You knew the second he made eye contact that something was up, but didn’t immediately jump to any conclusions, no. Love was something that came to you much later. At first, you thought maybe he had his hair done differently or the sweater he was wearing just fitted him too perfectly, the color matching everything else flawlessly.

But you had never used the word flawless to describe Kim Taehyung up until then. That’s when you realized you were the one looking at him in a different way. And that’s also when you started to wonder if that would ever happen the other way around, too.

//

But, of course, that never happens. He never finds out. Maybe the books you were picking up were way too random or hiding the notes inside just made it too hard for him to find them, so you decided to stick a note to a cover for once. 

You could feel the adrenaline rush as you did it, almost as if you were committing a crime. What you wrote is far from incriminating, though. #19 this is a test to see if you’re truly that clueless about your own stuff. you tedious friend, you were supposed to find these. what’s the joke in me leaving them if you don’t?

After that audacious move, you were a little apprehensive for a few days. You couldn’t stop looking at your phone, waiting for it to light up with a new message. At any moment now, you thought to yourself – and it did come, the message, but it wasn’t what you were expecting. It was just a you up? I need help with an Impressionism piece and this is more your thing.

//

“This is your last one, right?” Taehyung asks after a few minutes. “Last test?”

You blow a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your eyes. “Yeah, this and a project due tomorrow, but I’m done with that already.”

“Oh, the one you were working on last week when I asked you to come over and you said you couldn’t?”

“Yup, exactly.”

When you disconnect your eyes from the words in front of you to look at him again, he’s calmly playing with the water bottle with a subtle smile on his lips.

“I wish you could’ve come that day.”

//

You had sticked a note on his only book on Impressionism just a few days before.

To be honest, you were disappointed. Over the months, you had found yourself wanting more and more for him to find the notes – and not just the ones that had jokes on them, but also the ones that ask about the weather, about how he’s feeling, apologizing for that day two years prior when you bought spicy snacks instead of the regular ones, praising his photography skills and everything else that was on your mind. 

Taehyung not noticing anything gave you a more whatever attitude to it, almost as if you knew for a fact that he would never ever find them. That’s when you started to write deeper ones that sounded a little bit too much like a confession. You were talking about your fear of the future, the pressure your parents put on you, the pain of being the second child after a perfect one, how you were scared of failing in life and all the stuff you were too much of a wimp to say out loud. So many you ended up losing count and they no longer had a tiny number written in the corner.

At this point, you were running out of books. Taehyung had a good collection on his desk and shelves, piled one on top of the other without any order – but not enough for the rate you were going at. You left a note every single time you were there and able to sneak into his bedroom and caught yourself finding reasons why you had to visit just to leave another one. It was the safest way to get something out of your chest. Tae wouldn’t see it and, honestly, if he ever did, it was also ok.

//

“Hey!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“What do you mean what’s up? You’re the one who called.”

Taehyung laughs.

 “Actually, you never call. What is up?”

“How did the test go?”

“Did you really call just to ask how I did?”

“I wanted to know if your semester’s finally over… And if you’re free.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.”

“I guess I am… I have some books to return, but that’s it.”

“Can you come over after that?”

“Sure. Do you need anything I can pick up on my way? I think I’m stopping at the convenience store for some much needed and deserved alcohol.”

He laughs again.

“You’re right, you deserve it. In that case, can you get those potato sticks I like?”

//

Only it wasn’t ok anymore if he saw it. Not after you wrote that one. 

A whole month had passed after that day at the Art Department. You thought you had had enough time to understand what was going on – what you felt. And even after that, it was still hard to comprehend how you could let yourself fall like that.

It wasn’t like Taehyung was paying any special attention to you. He really wasn’t. He treated you just like any other friend – maybe a closer one, yes, but not that much closer. It was hard to distinguish, though. He was friendly towards everyone, always looking for ways to help. 

You racked your brain. Had he ever offered to help you with something you didn’t think he would do for anyone else? Had he ever shown interest in any way? What the hell was it that made you feel this?

Maybe it was just him. Effortlessly. Just like that.

That day, instead of going with something that popped into your head right there and then, you had a plan for once. You had imagined something a little bit longer, organized the structure of it all inside your head – sentence after sentence –, but couldn’t bring yourself to write the right words even after your third try.

That was when you decided to settle for I think I’m in love with you, you idiot. You’re driving me insane. Stop that now.

//

“Your beloved potato,” you say to Taehyung, handing him the children’s snack as soon as he opens the door. “Can I get a thank you, you’re the best or what?”

“Thank you, you’re the best,” he repeats your words with a small smile on his lips. Inside, the butterflies want to start fluttering everywhere, but you beg them to keep quiet and still.

You smile back at him, soon entering the small living room and leaving your much lighter backpack on the floor. “Is Jimin home? I bought him some as well.”

“No, but you can leave it in the kitchen and I’ll…”

“I don’t trust you, traitor,” you interrupt, hand immediately raising to point a finger at him, eyes squeezed in suspicion as you pick the round package and start walking again. “I’ll take this to his room and hide it somewhere. Don’t you dare look for it!”

There’s a moment of silence after you move into Jimin’s slightly messy room, looking for a spot to hide the chips and soon picking up your phone from your back pocket to let him know exactly where to find them later. When you walk towards the living room again, Taehyung is seated on the sofa with his back to you, slowly moving his hand through his growing hair.

Nothing sounds out of place or any less than completely peaceful until he opens his mouth again. He waits for you – for you to be seated and comfortable and fully focused, phone forgotten inside of your back pocket.

“Why did you stop numbering them?”

You freeze.

“What?”

Your first reaction is almost immediate. Your whole body tenses, going into panic mode with the force and speed of an electric shock. Somehow, you can’t seem to disconnect your eyes from his serene ones – a complete opposite from yours. 

Your brain, on the other hand, is running a million miles per hour. It wants to know and it has so many questions. When did he find out? Did he read every single note? Did he notice you had left one inside almost every book – sometimes even two or three? Where were they now?

But, most of all, had he read that one?

“Why did you stop numbering them? The notes, I mean,” Taehyung calmly asks again. He’s so composed and gentle you start to wonder what he is thinking about you now and what conclusions he has jumped to from reading all of that. “I know the exact order you left them up to a point and then I’m lost. It kind of bothers me, you were telling a good story.”

He smiles again and an invisible hand clenches your heart.

“I just…” You struggle to find the words and, when they do come, your throat feels dry and tight and like it doesn’t want to make a sound at all. You can’t face him anymore. “I lost count one day.”

“Too bad,” he admits with the same tender tone. “I was really enjoying it, you know? Your story. There are sixty-four notes in total, so I’m guessing you’ve been doing this for a long time.”

So he has read all of them.

Your palms start to sweat and your whole body grows cold all of a sudden. You let out a small cough, but your words still come out a bit too raspy. “Kind of, yeah.”

“I’m really sorry to be this blunt, but I just got to know,” Taehyung’s voice loses its cool a little and you can see his whole body reflect that, agitated, while he turns to you. His hands reach out a little, but end up halfway, resting on the sofa. 

Then, his words come out like he has finally opened his brain’s tap. 

“I just have to know since when you’re feeling like this. Are you still feeling like this? You wrote me a note saying you’re in love with me and I don’t know when that happened. How could you not tell me that? God, I’m so selfish. You wrote a bunch of things about feeling like you’re not enough and being scared of the future and all I can focus on is this one thing.”

You swallow, but your mouth and throat don’t become any less tight. “It’s usually a one-time thing, I don’t always feel like that. We’re all worried about the future, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You nod. He lets out a long and staggered breath and shifts his hands impatiently. He wants to move them closer, but doesn’t know if the timing is right. “You didn’t answer my first question, though.”

You freeze again.

“It was a…” You take one deep breath, your voice as small as it has ever been, but still somewhat audible. “It was a few months ago.”

“A few months?” He repeats, voice escalating in tone, and you simply nod once again. “You should have said something. You know you should have said something, right? I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t reject you.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got scared.”

Wait. He said what?

“What did you just say?” You repeat the words screaming inside your head.

Taehyung laughs, his easy-going demeanor back again. “You should look at yourself right now, your face is priceless.”

You really have no words. If the circumstances were any sort of normal, this would be the time you would raise your hand to pinch or straight up hit Taehyung, striking wherever part of him was closest to you. But this isn’t anywhere close to normal, so you just let your jaw hang open, your brain struggling to process the information.

“I’m going to tell you a secret, I truly never told this to anyone,” Taehyung starts, smile still plastered on his silly and flawless face. “I had a crush on you a long time ago, I think it was when we first started talking. I got over that quickly, actually, because you seemed so dead focused on being the best student and showed no interest at all. I thought it was ok, you know? At least I had you as a friend, you were a nice person to have around and I wanted to keep your company.”

And I was fine about it. Really, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t your friend just because I wanted something more, I really love being your friend. And I was ok for a long time until I found a sticky note and then another and another and another. I couldn’t believe you left so many and I never noticed it, like, how stupid am I? I should get a prize for being this slow.”

And then there was that one note. The one you wrote about being in love with me. I swear, I… I didn’t know what to think and then it hit me like a thousand bricks and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was nervous around you again, I wanted to impress you so hard, I wanted to make you smile and happy. I honestly don’t even know how I’m still going at this without stopping, probably because I practiced. Yeah, I did.”

A few moments of silence pass before Taehyung is speaking again. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

Your dropped jaw turns into some sort of awkward smile. “Did you really practice?”

“Really?” Tae asks with an overdramatic expression. “I just said all of that and you’re asking me if I really practiced?”

You shrug. “I thought that was cute.”

“My God,” he overreacts, throwing his whole upper body towards you on the sofa. His voice comes out muffled now, but as playful as ever. “This thing only started and somehow I already know I’m doomed.”

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[kathyprior4200]

Haven Hotel characters

 Heaven’s Princess Coercia Egnam glanced down at her long list of meeting attendants and characters that she was about to address: (her handwritten notes included)

 Princess Coerciona (2P Charlie) *Most important*

Phalla (2P Vaggie) *Hopeless romantic butterfly*

Devil Grit (2P Angel Dust) *Serious stiff spider*

Stalaro the Techno Angel (2P Alastor the Radio Demon) *Sob story sissy*

Klutzy (2P Niffty) *Lazy maid*

Core (2P Husk) *Hyper fool*

Cherubs Pub and Chub (2P Razzle and Dazzle) *My loyal guards*

Lucius (2P Lucifer) *Dad*

Lilian (2P Lilith) *Mom*

Sivart (2P Travis) *Some guy*

Sir Anguis (2P Sir Pentious) *Stuttering scaredy-snake toy maker*

Berri Blossom (2P Cherri Bomb) *Modest mundane dame*

Catie Carejoy (2P Katie Killjoy) *Soft bitch*

Ron Wrench (2P Tom Trench) *WW1 news guy*

Baker the puffer fish (2P Baxter the anglerfish) *Mad scientist fishy fish*

Jazzy (2P Mimzy) *Chubby singer lady*

Joygrand the Heaven-cat (2P Crymini the deviant hellhound) *Who the fuck are you?*

Raa the Koala angel (2P Roo the kangaroo trash Aussie demon) *Who the fuck are you?*

Iris (2P Rosie) *Day of the Dead Barbie*

Valentine (2P Valentino) *Blueberry pimp wimp*

Nil (2P Vox) *TV guy*

Ashen (2P Velvet) *Harley Doll angel*

Nestlings (2P Egg Bois) *Meh*

Nathan (2P Seviathan) *Old friend*

Elsa (2P Helsa) *Meh*

Beth (2P Bethasa) *Meh*

Fred (2P Fredrick) *Meh*

Holly (2p Molly) *Devil Grit’s spider sister*

Ragno (2P Arackniss) *Devil Grit’s spider brother*

Henry (2P Henroin) *Devil Grit’s father*

Alliv the blue tough tabby cat (2P Villa pink girly poodle) *Don’t even fucking know*

Thin Tenders (2P Fat Nuggets) *Potential snack*

Archangels (2P Archdemons)

Anti-Exorcists: White demon beings who convert angels into demons each year. Great source of entertainment.

 E.L.F. (2P I.M.P.) not to be confused with C.H.E.R.U.B. the sheep love spreaders and revivers

D.E.V.I.L. (2P C.H.E.R.U.B.) murderers, hate-spreading black rams

Docile (2P Blitzo) *Some childish leader*

Tirred (2P Moxxie) *Serious one*

Timmid (2P Millie) *Wallflower*

Sunna (2P Loona) *High pussy*

Mia and Tia (2P Tilla and Barbie Wire) *Circus twins?*

Samael *Punishing BDSM angel*

Menadel (2P Stolas) *Swan prince, Quartet’s father*

Flora (2P Stella) *Quartet’s mother*

Quartet (2P Octavia) * Swan princess, bubbly teen*

Mayberry/Juneberry (2P Mrs. Mayberry) (Former Human)

Mary (2P Martha) (Former Human)

Ralph (2P Ralphie) (Former Human)

Ollie (2P Eddie) *Brat kid*

Bio Wizz (2P Robo Fizz) *Circus conspiracy?*

Kiva (2P Verosika Mayday) *Zealot*

Woo-Hoo Land Mascot (2P Loo-Loo Land Mascot) *What a creep*

 (More to be added)

(2P Zoophobia characters)

More characters to be added

 “Alright my subjects, tell me something,” Coceria began as she filed her sharp claws with a knife in a tall leather chair framed by black wrought iron. Her black spiky crown was on her head as usual. An angelic spear rested by the throne. Below her was a large crowd seated in comfortable chairs, many of them in shades of blue and green. “How the flying fuck am I supposed to remember all your names?! I bet half of you guys are insignificant background characters. And the majority of you haven’t even been featured in the show yet!”

 “You mean the Hazbin Hotel show? About our counterparts?” asked Stalaro, holding up a white rose for Coercia. Soft classical music played from his blue microphone staff. The pansexual blue man was occasionally stealing glances at Devil Grit’s fluff.

 “That’s irrelevant right now, you sad sack of stag shit!” Coercia yelled. Stalaro’s rose wilted in his hands and the music scratched to a stop. Tears were forming in his large blue eyes and his fluffy ear tuffs were drooping. “B-but I’m talking about my show: The Hazbin Ho…”

 “Haven Hotel,” Phalla corrected.

 “Right, Haven Hotel! And there’s also that spinoff show Helluva Boss.”

 “Heavenly Boss,” Docile corrected her. The elf sat with his colleagues next to a flyer which read, “Efficient Lifesaving Fellows: We revive and keep mortals alive! Sign up today, 33% off.”

 “Whatever,”Coercia brushed them aside. “Anyway, normally I wouldn’t care much about you guys, but now that I have formed the Haven Hotel, Phalla figured it should be a good time for us to introduce ourselves. Or more precisely, me to talk to you all.”

 “A practical first start,” Devil Grit mentioned with a nod. He was a dark gray faced spider with small green dots below his eyes. His suit was black with green stripes, along with a green bow tie. “Just make sure that everyone stays at least six feet away from me. Social distancing is a safe standard, and necessary precaution.”  

 “I do love making new friends!” Phalla smiled, fluffing her long black hair with teal ends. A glowing green X was over her right eye and a teal bow was perched don her head. “Don’t you, Klutzy?”

 The small blue cyclops angel narrowed her large eye. “Friends. Oh joy.”

 “I must say, Coerce dear,” said Lucius. “I don’t really approve of your hotel and your idea. If the council finds out about your attempt to promote rule-breaking activities…”

 “Banishment to Hell? Or to my room?” Coercia asked, hands on her hips. “Not the end of the world. And my name is Princess Coerciona. I prefer my full title.”

 Core, the friendly white cat, rolled his eyes. He shuffled a few cards in his furry paws. “She’s no fun.”

 “I heard that, cat!” she called, making him flinch back a bit.

 “We raised you better than this,” Lilian added.

 “Oh really?” The black haired princess stood up and turned toward her mother. “You’d rather I be some bubbly musical loving princess who wants to spread “joy and redemption” far across the land? Ha! No. A true ruler commands fear and respect in their subjects. I’m sure Hell’s king Lucifer would agree.”

 Pub and Chub, the naked flying babies grinned in agreement while fine tuning black electric guitars in the background.

 “We do not mention that name,” Lucius began but Coercia was ignoring them again.

 “Lucifer may be a traitor to Him but at least he had guts. If His teachings weren’t so flawed, I’d still be promoting them wholeheartedly. As for my position…maybe another princess may someday take my place, but that’s not gonna happen if I manage to be princess of both realms. But now I’m here, in this lovely, shiny…fake excuse of a paradise with wackos like you. Still, someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

 Phalla giggled while Core pat a sobbing Stalaro on his blue back. He wiped his face as his monocle glinted in the sunlight under his left eye.

 “Your uncle Metatron wouldn’t approve of your attitude,” Lucius added.

 “He wouldn’t even notice, considering he’s too engrossed in his record-keeping,” countered Coercia.

 Nearby on another part of the stage, the ocean-like angels Elsa and Nathan whispered to each other.

 “I don’t understand it,” Nathan said. “Here I was, promoting goodness for everyone, but Coercia laughed at my ideas and pushed me around. And we even went to Heaven High school prom together.”

 “Lucius wanted our two families united, so we could have a higher standing,” Elsa added. “You dating the princess would’ve helped. But sadly she broke up with you and now here we are, envious.”

 “Don’t remind me,” Nathan sighed. “It’s not like I was the one abusing her and mocking her ideas. At least she didn’t run off with a sinner girlfriend to further tarnish her family reputation. Ugh…restraining societal standards affect us even here.”

 “Or maybe…she’s not much of a romantic person to begin with,” Elsa suggested.

 “Not all aromantic and asexual people are cold-hearted,” Nathan said. “She’s just one bad apple.”

 Coercia seethed at them, briefly letting out her black feathery wings and white spiked halo over her head. She spoke in a high-pitched angelic language before retreating back to her regular form.

     “I hate it when she swears,” Elsa muttered.

  Coercia turned to the crowd. “Alright, let’s begin.”

[repo-net]

The Month of Nagisa (5/20)

December 13, 2008

Hope’s Peak Elementary, Hallway

Yet another day of breaktime for the school had arrived, children are chatting, teachers are working, janitors are sweeping, cooks are cooking, on days like these, kids like them, should be going to the cafeteria to eat their lunch.

Well, most of them did just that. But for a certain few people…

As amazing as the place may seem, and despite the rest of the country, hell, even the damn world thinking it’s just absolutely perfect from an outsider’s perspective, Hope’s Peak Elementary wasn’t very different from other schools, despite it trying to promote it as the most top notch program there is. It still had the same cons of any other regular school, which is quite ironic considering this is supposed to be a prestigious school. There were still rampant problems all over, such as bullying. Which in Nagisa’s case…

“Hahahaha! See ya, sucka!” A cackle came from behind the door, as two males could be heard chatting to themselves about how awesome their plan just was.

And on the other side where the blue haired boy was? Just a boy, stuck in a janitor’s closet because two older kids thought that locking the genius kid in a closet would be funny, and would make them “look badass” to the rest of the kids in that school. Why do they even know those words, anyways?

Unfortunately for Nagisa, those events weren’t a rarity. It was hard to go a single week without something happening to him in some way, and he was always a target because of his status among the kids because of his intelligence and family name. It happened so much that eventually, the boy stopped crying every time it did, because eventually he almost expects it to happen to hm. After all, there was no one else who he could go to.

Actually, didn’t that green haired girl yesterday talk to him about something about meeting her during breaktime in Room 109? Was she really serious about that? Or was that another false belief that the other kids had conjured for him to fall for?

“Heeeyy Masaru, there’s another kid in here…”

The blue haired boy quickly turned around in surprise, not expecting a voice. It was low and the voice talked in a dragging sort of way. Who in the hell was Masaru? And why did this other kid talk in such an odd and peculiar way? So slow, too.

“Who’s there? I-I’m warning you, I won’t hesitate to fight!” The blue boy replied, putting his hands up as he backed up against the door.

“Over here! On the ceiling, dummy!” There was a red haired boy hanging from the ceiling light, and another boy with a patchworked mask sitting on top of a closet. They both dropped down from where they were, and approached the other child in the room.

“W-What are you- Get away from me! Don’t come near me!” The boy would try to back up despite him already being cornered, and he’d put his hands up in front of him even more as he cowered in fear.

“Hey, stop being such a damn wimp! I was just gonna give you some of the ice cream we just stole!” The redhead pouted, crossing his arms with an unopened pack of an ice cream sandwich that he was holding. He and the other masked boy in the room seemed to have one each.

“W-What?” The blue boy replied, a suspicious and confused look on his face. What was going on?

“Yeeaahh… we got it from a bunch of big, mean adults… and we just sorta decided to take revenge… now we’re hiding in here, and it was going pretty smoothly, until you showed up…” The masked kid commented, holding his hands against each other.

“Hey, don’t say it like that! Besides! You’re Noogeesa Shingetsyu, right?” The redhead replied as he lightly bonked the masked boy on the back of his head.

“M-My name is Nagisa… Nagisa Shingetsu.” The blue haired boy corrected, an unimpressed and disappointed expression painted over his face.

“Oh, hahaha, right… sorry, Nagisa.” The redhead awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head while doing so.

“Awww... now he probably hates you, Masaru… just like how everyone else hates me…” The masked boy commented.

Before the blue haired boy could say anything, the door opened to reveal a pink-haired girl with an annoyed expression on her face.

“There you two are! Come on, Monaca’s been waiting for us to eat the sandwiches already! And hello, blue person! Your hair looks funny.” The pinkette told the other two, before laughing to herself and skipping away.

“Ah, right! Hey, Nagisa! Why don’t you come with us? We can go and eat ice cream and stuff, and it’d also mean we’d have more boys than girls in the group, hahahaha!” The boy laughed boisterously as he walked out of the room, the masked child following shortly after.

Come with them, huh? Sure, why not? The blue haired boy has been on quite a roll lately with meeting people. What’s the worst that could happen?

Oh, how little did poor Nagisa know that coming into that room would change his life.

[katemarley]

fanfiction: crossing the distance

Fandom: Hetalia Pairing: PruAus (Austria/Prussia) Characters: Austria, Prussia Rating: E

Summary: It’s 1938 and Austria is living at Germany’s place, if you can call that a life. Prussia and him have come closer to each other since, but there are still many obstacles to overcome on the path to a relationship … most of all, the difficult parts of their past and their own insecurities.

Happy Birthday, @damnprussia! This is for you, Steph! ❤︎

Also available on AO3 (see the link in my profile).

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Prussia was watching Austria over the rim of his newspaper. From his position on the couch, he could see him at the kitchen counter, pouring tea from Germany’s brass kettle into a mug. Austria was wearing a white shirt—no jabot—and grey, pin-striped trousers that showed the shape of his butt so very nicely.

Prussia could have written a hymn of praise to these trousers. They were elegant and conservative enough for Austria to wear them at least once a week, and whenever he did, Prussia couldn’t keep himself from staring.

Sometimes, he fantasised about stepping behind Austria while he made tea, rubbing his crotch against…

No.

He could feel his face flush and hid behind the newspaper.

No, he couldn’t allow himself to do something so crude. Not with Austria.

Prussia had been feeling confused ever since Austria had come to live with them. At first, he had thought: What a wimp, why does he give in just like that? Why doesn’t he fight, go underground—anything? Anything that would have shown Prussia that Austria hadn’t just given up or, worse, actually believed in the shit one of his own children was pulling.

Then he had started to notice how Austria acted around Germany—or, rather, how he didn’t react to some things Germany said. How he excused himself with being tired or unwell every single time he learned of some bigwig’s visit.

One day, he had followed Austria up to his room and had seen him with his ear at the flue. He hadn’t known what to do then—whether to walk away quietly or to announce his presence and risk scaring Austria. But then, Austria had straightened up, had locked eyes with him—and had leaned down in order to press his ear against the flue again.

That incident had shaken Prussia more than he had let on.

He trusts me. He trusts me not to betray him.

Not so wimpish then, eh? Or maybe just a good judge of character, because Prussia had indeed had no intention to betray Austria.

And then there had been the flute incident—the moment when Austria had caught him playing the flute and had said something about feelings.

He was glad he had hidden behind the newspaper. Talk—even thought—about feelings was something he couldn’t handle well, not in relation to Austria.

They had even made out after that—kissed and fumbled … until Prussia had ruined it.

He had seen Austria’s hand wrapped around his cock—Austria’s perfectly manicured hand, softened from regular use of hand lotion, around his crude, red thing—and suddenly, he had remembered how he had jerked off to the thought of subduing Austria for two centuries; to the thought of taking him down until he begged—as if Austria would ever beg for mercy; he knew that now.

And he had gone soft.

And Austria had blinked in surprise.

And he had been mortified.

He had fled after that, too embarrassed to stay in the room with Austria. To his surprise, Austria hadn’t come after him; hadn’t even raised the topic since then.

And now here he was, watching Austria out of the corner of his eye—and what a fine figure of a man he was!—but not daring to make another move. He didn’t even want to think what Austria might think of him now … and even if they tried again, what if he couldn’t stay hard for another time?

Austria sat down on an armchair opposite of him, cradling the mug in his arms and watching him over the rim of his glasses. Prussia raised the newspaper higher.

“I’m not stupid, Prussia. I see how you look at me.”

Yes, that’s what I feared.

Prussia said nothing.

He could hear Austria place the mug on the table and get up. He didn’t think he had ever been so nervous.

Austria sat down on the rim of the couch and pushed Prussia’s newspaper aside.

“I think it’s about time we talk about…”

“No!” Prussia yelped. He rumpled the paper in an attempt to build a defence with it again, but Austria could be surprisingly strong when he wanted to. Holding Prussia by the wrist, he pushed the newspaper out of the way.

Prussia looked down. He knew his face was flushed and he also knew what an ugly contrast it made with his pale skin.

“Prussia…” Austria eased his grip. “I’m confused. The way you look at me tells me you still want to sleep with me, but…”

“Look,” Prussia interrupted him hastily. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how that happened.”

“Really?” He didn’t even have to see Austria’s face to know he had raised an eyebrow. “Then why can’t you look into my eyes?”

Prussia said nothing.

Austria lifted his chin, giving him a piercing stare.

Prussia’s eyes flitted to the side.

“If this has anything to do with pushing me against a wall about a century ago…”

Prussia froze.

“I thought as much.” Austria sighed. “You see … did you really think I couldn’t have pushed you away if I hadn’t wanted to kiss you, too?”

“Well, maybe, but…” Prussia took a deep breath. “That’s not all there was. I had—”

“You don’t have to tell me this,” Austria interrupted him. “That was then, and now is different. I just don’t want our past to get in the way of what we might have now.”

“But I even—” Prussia didn’t know how to continue.

“Let me get this straight,” Austria said, taking his hand. “You remembered that you had fantasised about forcing yourself upon me—and suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for sex anymore?”

Prussia sat stiff and mute as a brick.

“So that means you were ashamed of yourself?”

More silence.

“You were horrified that you had ever thought that way?”

Unable to look anywhere that wasn’t Austria, Prussia closed his eyes.

The hand that had been under his chin moved to his cheek, and Austria gave him a quick kiss.

“Stop beating yourself up about this. It doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is how you think now.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Prussia whispered.

“And what about me?” Austria snorted. “Do I deserve not to be with you?” He gave a bitter laugh. “You know, I probably do. But I want to be with you, and if you do that, too…”

Prussia wrapped his arms around him, pulling Austria on top of him for a desperate hug.

“I do,” he choked out.

Austria hugged him back, letting his knees slip to either side of Prussia’s legs as he drew him in for a deeper kiss.

Prussia raked his hands over Austria’s shoulders and back—man, that shirt even felt nice, like silk or very soft cotton…

Austria locked his hands behind Prussia’s neck, stroking up to the soft hair at its nape with one hand before the other moved to Prussia’s collar, opening it with experienced fingers.

Prussia gasped. His whole body thrummed and he felt the heat pool in its middle. His hands found their way to Austria’s lower back almost on their own, holding Austria on top of him.

Austria kissed the corner of his mouth, peppered kisses from his chin to the dip beneath his Adam’s apple and further down to where he had opened Prussia’s collar. He rolled his hips against Prussia’s, making him realise that they were both achingly hard.

Prussia wanted to grab Austria’s perfect butt and thrust up; wanted to press a finger between those two perfect orbs of flesh … but that would be too much to ask, wouldn’t it? He didn’t dare to do more than arch into Austria’s movements, and he didn’t even know how much of that was a conscious action and how much of it was the doing of his body seeking pleasure.

Again, it was Austria who made the next step, kneeling on top of him as he unbuttoned Prussia’s trousers. When he wrapped his hand around Prussia’s cock this time, it remained hard.

Prussia thrust up into Austria’s hand, arching his back in a way he would probably regret later. He was suffering from occasional bouts of lower back pain ever since the Great War.

As soon as it had occurred to Prussia that he might as well come like this, Austria took his hand away and got up, stepping out of his boots and trousers. Prussia was staring at every inch of skin that was revealed, especially at the skin between Austria’s legs.

Austria watched him and raised an eyebrow.

Spell broken, Prussia stood as well, getting rid of his clothes as swiftly as he could. Then he stepped towards Austria, opening the buttons of his shirt until he could brush it off his shoulders. Austria helped him take off his undershirt as well, and Prussia gently placed his hands on Austria’s almost hairless chest, brushed down to where he was sure he would have found a pouch some thirty years ago. Now Austria’s frame was almost skinny, with jutting hip bones.

Prussia went to his knees, massaging the soft flesh to the sides of Austria’s legs before he leaned forward to take the tip of Austria’s cock in his mouth.

“Let me sit down,” Austria said in a surprisingly gentle tone, brushing strands of hair out of Prussia’s face. “I feel too old to do this standing.”

Then he leaned back on the couch, opening his legs so Prussia could sit between them.

Prussia licked from the underside of Austria’s cock to its base, brushing gently over Austria’s balls. They were shaved—who even did that?—but he had to admit that it felt nice.

Then he leaned forward, taking as much of Austria’s cock in his mouth as he could.

Austria gasped, tangling a hand in Prussia’s hair as he shuddered in the attempt not to thrust his hips.

Prussia held them down, bobbing his head as he continued to stroke between Austria’s legs with his fingers, covertly brushing a finger along Austria’s perineum.

Or perhaps not so covertly, for Austria gently pulled him back and said:

“Do you want to be inside of me?”

“What?” He blushed.

“You understood me perfectly well.”

Austria reached down to the crumpled heap of his trousers, pulled out a little flask and put it in Prussia’s hands.

Prussia stared at it.

“I don’t have to explain what this is or what I expect you to do with it, do I?” There was a hint of annoyance in Austria’s voice.

“No, but…” Prussia trailed off.

“But what?” Austria didn’t let him get away that easily. “‘But I thought you wouldn’t want this’, or ‘but I thought you wouldn’t let me’?”

“Both, I think,” Prussia said sheepishly.

“Well, both assumptions are wrong,” Austria said. “Maybe you should ask the next time you assume.”

“Sorry.”

“No worries.” Austria sighed and put a cushion under his loins before he turned on his stomach and laid back on the couch. “Before you make the next false assumption, allow me to point out that I was expecting for us to have sex ever since it didn’t work out the last time. I don’t think much preparation will be necessary.”

“…Oh.” If Prussia hadn’t been fully hard already, he would have been now. Then a nasty voice inside his head asked him, …but do you think it was you Austria was thinking about when he did that? He tried to push it to the back of his mind.

Prussia opened the bottle and spread the oil over his cock until it was slick. Then he took the globes of Austria’s arse in his hands and started to knead them. They weren’t as soft as he had imagined, but felt just as nice. When he squeezed them, Austria arched up with a groan.

Unable to wait any longer, Prussia held Austria’s thighs as he positioned himself behind him. After aligning his cock with Austria’s hole, he started to push gently … and the tip of his cock went inside. Austria hadn’t boasted when he had said he had prepared himself.

When he was about halfway in, the base of his cock started to tingle. Prussia needed to take a break, holding Austria down until the sensation of an impending orgasm passed. He really didn’t need to approach sex with Austria from both ends of the embarrassment spectrum.

Austria didn’t move. If he had realised what was going on, at least he didn’t comment on it. At this point, Prussia was grateful for small mercies.

After he had caught himself, Prussia pushed inside. He needed to hold still for a moment—not for Austria to accommodate him but rather for his own sake, for coming to terms with the fact that he was actually having sex with Austria who was also letting him top.

He ran his hands over Austria’s back, caressing the beautiful shape of his body and admiring the tiny moles on it with his fingertips.

Then he started to move—gently, carefully—not that Austria was fragile, but the moment was; something he wanted to hold and write about in his diary…

“Can you turn around?” he asked nervously. “I want to see your face.”

“What a soppy thing to say,” Austria teased, but when he turned on his back, Prussia saw he was smiling. “Good thing you said it, or I would have needed to do that myself.”

Prussia couldn’t help it. He kissed him.

Austria held him close and kissed back, caressing Prussia’s neck with his fingertips.

Their bodies joined again almost naturally, as if they weren’t doing this for the first time together. It was what Prussia would have described as “making love” in his diary—their bodies gently rocking together, almost an afterthought to their kisses and caresses.

Then Austria angled their bodies in a different way. When Prussia rocked into him this time, a tremor went through Austria’s whole body, and Prussia knew what he had done. It was a bit embarrassing that he hadn’t found Austria’s sweet spot on his own, but seeing Austria come undone under him more than made up for that. It didn’t leave him unaffected. Watching Austria in extasy scored pretty high on the sexiest things he had ever seen, and he felt his orgasm build up again, this time with the inevitability of a natural force.

Austria seemed to feel it too. He reached between them and touched himself, making sure he reached his climax at the very moment when Prussia couldn’t hold it together anymore. Prussia’s orgasm overtook him, making his body jerk until all energy left him and he slumped down.

“Right,” said Austria after a moment, sounding far less affected than Prussia felt. “It seems there is something we need to work on.” He pushed Prussia’s body to the side, which slid from Austria to the couch like a rag doll. “Try not to fall down on me with your full weight. It’s pretty uncomfortable.”

“Sorry,” murmured Prussia with closed eyes. “I didn’t mean to; it just—happened.”

“It’s alright.” Austria’s tone softened. “Just try not to do it the next time.”

Prussia felt him get up, but he couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes in order to see where he was going. When Austria returned, it was with a wet cloth and a towel. He cleaned them before dumping both towel and cloth next to his trousers. Then he came back on the couch, gently pulling Prussia into his arms.

Prussia hugged him back, burying his face in the crook of Austria’s neck.

“So there will be a next time?” he asked uncertainly.

“If you want to.” He could feel Austria’s smile in the way the skin on his cheek tensed.

“It’s just … I don’t feel very … adequate as a lover,” he confessed. “It’s not only how I used to think about you. It’s also … you know exactly what you want and how you want it, and I…” He trailed off. “I just don’t think I can satisfy you very well.”

“So you think it’s better for me not to get satisfied at all?” Austria’s tone was gentle. He cupped Prussia’s head in his hands and leaned his front against Prussia’s. It was a position that made it impossible for them not to look at each other—except if Prussia closed his eyes, and he had done that one too many times already.

“Obviously not, but … Well, I just don’t know what you want with me.” He heard it himself how snotty he sounded.

“Hey.” Austria caressed his hair. “Sex isn’t just about the physical act—well, at least for me, it isn’t. It’s about being with someone you care for and about making them feel good.” He kissed Prussia on the lips. “You make me feel good, and I want you to feel good as well.”

Prussia was still sceptical, but he decided not to harp on about it.

“Speaking of making you feel good…” Now it was Austria who sounded a little embarrassed. “You know, I’m actually not set in the position I take…”

“Oh.” Prussia blushed as he realised what Austria was implying. “I … don’t know…”

“I know there are a lot of assumptions about men who prefer to take the so-called ‘female position’…” 

“That you don’t seem to care about,” Prussia pointed out.

“That I manage to ignore for most of the time,” Austria corrected him. “In any case, I realise that it may be difficult for you to take this into consideration, especially with me.”

“Been there, done that?” It was a shot in the dark, but Prussia could tell from the contrite smile on Austria’s face that he had hit the mark.

“I believe,” Austria said thoughtfully, “that if we want to make this relationship work, the both of us will need to bite the proverbial bullet in some respects.”

“So you just decided you would do that first?” Prussia was confused. “As … I don’t know, a sign of goodwill?”

“Did the sex we just had feel like a sign of goodwill to you?” Austria’s tone was sharp again.

“No,” Prussia mumbled. “It was bloody amazing. At least for me.”

“Not just for you.” Austria hesitated. “It was the way I hoped it would be. Gentle … and loving.” He blushed. Prussia realised he wasn’t the only one for whom it was difficult to talk about feelings, only Austria seemed to have more practice.

Alright, he thought. Bite the bullet. How hard could it be?

“I … can’t promise anything…” His courage faltered. “ButImightwanttotry.”

“Hmm?” There was a sly, private smile on Austria’s face. Prussia just knew he was teasing him now.

“I said I’ll try,” he blurted out.

Austria smiled some more and kissed him.

[poppibranchlover]

Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 20

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 19. Now get ready for Part 20!:

Filled with shock, horror and grief, Branch ran around the village, desperately trying to get help and meowing. Thinking about Poppy saying that he was dead, he kept running like crazy, with the words still stung in his brain.

In fact, Branch didn’t know how long he’d been running. He frantically looked around the area for anyone to help him until his head began to spin, which made him stop and continue running.

In another part of the village, Poppy ran out of the same area where Branch is running, crying and making her way home. Overwhelmed by the result of her boyfriend’s whereabouts, she couldn’t stop thinking more about the incident. She passed by Smidge, who was walking by. The tiny Troll got startled by her sobs, turned around with concern and demanded “Poppy, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

But Poppy didn’t respond back to her. She just kept running and crying, wiping her tears with her arm along the way.

Soon, Branch made his way to the Troll Town’s main square, where it was crowded with lots of Trolls. The people were chatting about their day excitedly as they walked through town.

Unfortunately, Branch wasn’t really able to get through the crowd. Because of his small cat size, he had to back away as a Troll’s leg approached him. When Branch turned to another direction, another Troll towered over him, causing him to crouch back in fear. Branch was panicking as he can see that the crowd of Trolls was outnumbered. Being a cat was none other than one big challenge for him!

Panting hard, Branch tried to navigate his way through the town, shouting at the Trolls each time they passed by him. “Help! Can anyone hear me?!” he screamed to a Troll reading a newspaper. “I want to be a Troll again! HELP!!! Anyone, anybody?!”

But all that the Trolls can hear was “Meeeeoww!! Meeeeeeeoww!! Meeeeeeeeeeeoooowww!!! Meeeeeeow! Meow!” They just simply kept walking, too busy to notice the moaning cat. Branch even tried shouting for help louder, but some Trolls shuddered and ran off. Embarrassed, he managed to make his way out of the crowd and ran to the next area.

“Somebody help!” Branch cried as he continued running past some Trolls walking in the village. “Help me please! HELP!!!”

Alone, lost and worried in every part of the village, he had no idea how long he had been calling as he kept running down the streets, looking for some fellow Trolls to recognize him to no avail. Suddenly, during the middle of his search, Branch’s nose started twitching, just like a cat’s nose.

“Oh, what is that heavenly smell?” Branch asked curiously, sniffing around. However, he knew there was no time to stop for some food right now. He tried to resist so he can continue looking for help, but the delicious smell was pulling him away from his own senses, and he turned to another way, following his nose.

Branch can sniff a little breeze of butter and mayonnaise in the air. It had to be coming from somewhere. He sprinted to where the smell is coming from, just before he stopped in front of a red-striped box of spilled popcorn lying beside a bench. The scrumptious buttery smell was too overwhelming to his powerful cat nose that he is unable to pay attention to his surroundings.

Still attracted to the popcorn’s scent, Branch ran towards it and sniffed. Someone must have dropped his box of popcorn that it has been left behind here for a long time, and all Trolls should not be eating some wasted food on the ground. With as much dignity as he could muster, Branch tried to snap out of it and resume what he was doing, but his nose was too focused on the popcorn that he kept staring directly at it, preparing to take a bite on one of the kernels.

Branch moved his face closer, sniffing and licking at one piece of popcorn. It actually tasted pretty good! He opened his mouth and immediately began to eat the rest of the food, completely famished from his adventure.

Branch chomped down and gobbled up each piece of popcorn with as much greed as he could have. CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!! CHOMP!!!

“What’s happening to me? Why am I eating food off the ground?” he wondered as he focused on eating as much popcorn as possible. “Why does it taste amazing?” He was disgusted at what he had been eating, but he was forced to eat the leftover popcorn because of its coating of butter and mayo all over it that made it so tasty, which made him starving after all that running.

While Branch is eating, a male Troll with light green skin and purple-pinkish hair jogged his way to the bench, sitting on it and holding up a cupcake with blue cream frosting and lots of tiny white round candies. He was taking a break from his jogging exercise that he decided to sit, relax and eat his lovely dessert.

Beside the bench, Branch stopped eating the popcorn and looked up at the Troll with his cupcake in his hand. This was the perfect chance to get his attention! He walked towards him, eager to get this Troll to help him.

The Troll was about to take a big bite when he heard sad, complained meowing. “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooowwww!!! Meeeeeeeeeowww!!!”

He looked down and saw Branch, who was staring up at him, making his eyes as big as he could. His cat ears droop to capture the style of his cuteness, making him look lovably pathetic.

“Meow!” Branch begged the Troll, as if he was asking for the cupcake.

Horrified, the male Troll quickly shoved the whole cupcake in his mouth and walked away, finally refusing to give his precious sweet treat to a greedy stray.

“No, no, no! Wait!” Branch moaned as the Troll ran out of sight. He wanted this guy’s help, but he had thought that he was going to steal his food. 

Branch grunted with frustration, thinking that his plan is not working. Looking around, he soon spotted a Troll mother and her child walking nearby. Yes! There is more hope!

He quickly ran up to them, shouting “Hey, excuse me!”

The mother, whose name was Opal, and her daughter named Timpani were walking when they saw Branch stopping in front of them, meowing.

“Oh!” Opal exclaimed when she saw him below her feet.

Branch went on to tell the mother and child to recognize him. But the two Trolls only heard worried meowing. Opal stared at him while Timpani hid behind her mother’s back. “Mommy, what is that thing?” she asked, scared of the little creature.

“Meeeeeeeeeeeeoooooowww!!! Meow!” Branch tried to say. “Meeeeeeowww!! Meeeeeeeeowwww!!”

Opal comforted her daughter. “Oh, honey. It’s just a cat, and it seemed lost,” she told her. Then she turned to Branch and knelt down in front of him, doing what she can do to calm him down.

But Branch still kept meowing at the family, desperately wanting their help. “Meeeeeeeeeoooooowwww!! Meow, meow! Meow! Meeeeeoooowww!!!”

“Awwww,” Opal said. “Are you lost, sweetie?”

Branch shook his head and said sternly “Meeeeeooooowwww!!!” He couldn’t believe what she was telling him.

Opal reached out her arms to him, as if she wanted to lift him up. “Come here, kitty kitty,” she said in a gentle and kind voice. “I’ll help you find your owner.”

Instead of hopping into her arms, Branch cowered and backed away from her, unable to believe what she wanted to do with him. Then he turned and ran, refusing to agree with the idea. He just wanted to get help from anyone in the village, not going back home to Poppy!

“Hey, wait!” Opal called after Branch, but he was already out of sight. “We want to help you!”

“Mommy, what are we gonna do about that kitty?” Timpani asked her mother, peeking out from behind her.

“I think I have to call the Animal Control,” Opal told the little Troll. “They’ll help take it home.” She didn’t waste a second, and she pulled out her phone from her pocket to alert the Animal Control officers.

Branch ran as fast as he could, making his way to a nearby trash can, with lots of garbage scattered all over the ground. There, the same cat with black-and-white fur that Branch had encountered during his first experience as a cat from a few days ago was looking for dirty pieces of food, unaware that something is coming towards it.

Branch was running when he accidentally bumped to the stray cat.

BONK!!!

��MEEEEEEEEOWWWWRR!!!!” the cat screeched, startled at being bumped by something in its way. It dropped a steak it was trying to eat.

Staggering and brushing himself off, Branch got into his four paws. He gasped and crouched back as the cat prowled towards him, baring its sharp teeth and glaring at him with its green eyes.

“I’m sorry!” Branch apologized nervously. “I didn’t see you there!”

“Watch where you’re scurrying, wimp!” the black-and-white furred cat snarled angrily. “I’m trying to eat!” He hissed at Branch, scaring him even more.

“But I am not a wimp!” he protested, shrinking back in fear and bracing himself as the cat opened its mouth, showing its sharp teeth.

Branch closed his eyes. “So this is how it ends for me?” he thought, his four legs trembling.

However, when he opened his eyes, Branch grunted and turned himself feral once again! His wide cat-like eyes glared directly at the black-and-white cat as he snarled at the top of his lungs. “MEOOWRRRR!!!”

The cat screeched back at him. “MEEEOWWRR!!!” It began to pounce on Branch, but he slashed his claws at it, hissing and screeching angrily.

Soon the two cats were wrestling with each other, waving their paws at their own faces while they make constant angry noises at one another. As they fight, Branch glanced toward the steak that the other cat was eating and bit through it, viciously gnawing at the meat like a lion.

The cat screeched with uncontrolled anger and snatched the steak from Branch’s mouth. He hissed at the cat, greedily wanting his food back. “MEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWWRRRR!!!”

Branch lunged at the steak and grabbed it in his mouth. The stray cat held on to it as it tried to pull it away from him.

They hissed, snarled and meowed angrily at each other as they kept pulling one single steak that they want to devour, almost splitting it in half. It was now like a game of tug-of-war for the cats. Finally, Branch’s eyes snapped back to normal and he managed to yank the steak away from the other cat.

Shaking his head to recover himself, Branch stared down at the meat in his mouth. Then he spat it out to the ground, disgusted. “BLEGH!!!” PLOP!!!

“Ewww!!” Branch winced, stepping backwards at what he just did. To his horror, eating meat was just too gross for him.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, blinding at the two cats! Branch screamed and covered his eyes.

“It’s the po-po!” the cat shouted, meaning the police. “Scram!” Then it scrambled away and disappeared.

Branch blinked and squinted his eyes, trying to make out a figure who is blinding him with a flashlight. When his vision cleared, he can see a green-skinned Troll wearing a cap. The Animal Control had came back for him!

“There you are, cat!” Garth bellowed, whipping out an animal restrainer on a long metal handle.

“MEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWRRRR!!!” Branch screeched as his fur straightened up with fright. Terrified, he leapt up and made a run for the forest.

“Hey! Get back here!” Garth yelled, running after him with his metal restrainer.

Branch retreated into the woods, panting and running tirelessly. He couldn’t stop running away from the Animal Control officer behind him, and he doesn’t want to go back to the pound again. He looked back at the angry green Troll chasing him and continued looking towards the forest, sprinting on his four legs.

Branch raced forward across the grass, with Garth closing in on his tail. At one point, he tripped over a stone, making him lose his balance and fall on his chin. Struggling to get up, he gasped when he saw the Animal Control officer running straight towards him and continued running and looking around desperately for a place to hide.

He stopped near a bush, catching his breath for a moment. Then he turned towards it and quickly jumped into it before Garth approached the place, chasing the black-and-white stray cat, who was also running away from him in terror.

Now close to the cat, Garth slipped his net around the animal’s neck, restraining its ability to run away. The cat screeched like crazy after being caught by the Troll, but it was no use. It couldn’t escape the grip of the metal net.

“Gotcha, kitty!” Garth shouted triumphantly as he pulled the frightened cat closer to him. “You’re coming with me!”

“MEEEEEEOOOOW!!! MEEEEEOOOOOWWW!! MEEEEEOWW!!!” the stray cat cried out in pain, trying to escape to no avail.

As he was about to leave, Garth heard some rustling from the bushes that Branch is hiding in. The green Troll pricked his ears up and looked around for the source of the sound.

“Huh?” asked Garth. “Who’s there? I thought I heard something.” After hearing no sign of any other stray animal, he turned back to his attention on capturing the black-and-white cat.

Hidden from the dread of the Animal Control officer, Branch peeked from his bush. He watched, horrified, as Garth tightened his restrainer until the cat couldn’t speak. The stray tried to fight him off, but eventually the officer managed to subdue it and drag it away.

Branch quickly lowered his head back into the bush when Garth turned towards it. Then the officer walked away, carrying the stray cat in his arms. “Hmmph,” he grumbled. “I think I heard nothing.”

Hiding in his bush, Branch watched him go. He was trembling in fear at what he had gotten himself into. He had ran away from Wiggles’ burrow after listening to Poppy and Nigel’s talk regarding his disappearance, as well as information about the vanished Archaeo morphisis mushroom, and now he got himself into trouble by being chased by the Animal Control once again.

Panicked, Branch glanced at his cat body, blaming himself for his actions. He should have stayed in Wiggles’ burrow rather than listening to the Trolls’ serious conversation and running away with grief. It was all too much for him. He hated being a cat, and he wanted to be a regular hard-working survivalist again.

Sighing, he folded his tail around his hind legs, regretting what he had done. But it was too late to regret now. He broke down in sorrow as his cat ears drooped and his whiskers deflated to echo his moment.

This is my fault. How could I be so stupid?! Branch thought sadly. I don’t like to be a cat forever. I’ll be in danger if I stayed as one. No one will help me now. Even Poppy won’t hear me. My life is ruined by some magical mushroom I just picked up.

A tear rolled down his cheek, and Branch wiped it with one of his front legs, using it like an arm. Looking down at his front paws, he can’t bear the pain in his head anymore, and he was ashamed of lying to Poppy during the one night he had picked up the Archaeo morphisis. The lump in his throat made him suffer as he stood up in his four paws.

Branch turned toward his back and looked up to see if Garth is still there, patrolling for more stray animals. When he noticed that the Animal Control worker was nowhere to be seen for now, he knew it was the perfect time to walk away...because Branch fully deserved what is happening to him...

Slowly emerging from the bush, he knew it, deep down in his heart, he was a little monster.

                                              To Be Continued...

                                           Stay tuned for Part 21!

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

Negaduck Headcanons! (Pt.1)

This is probably the most ambitious that I will get with exploring a character like this. Not only because I really like Negaduck (More than I talk about him. I generally do this with a lot of characters because you guys got your thing, and I don’t want to damage that character for you because of my portrayal or showing you all with my love for them. Yeah, I hold my feelings back, but I have good reason for that.), but because with all of the weird fluidity his story and character has backing it up. 

This isn’t going to be like the definitive version of him, I’m not sure if there will ever be one, but this is just how I see him and want to explore some of the less thought about concepts with him. There’s been stuff about him doing things because of NegaGosalyn or NegaMorgana, but this one’s going to be different. Consider this just a rework to make him more... realistic? (Sounds like a terrible idea since he doesn’t seem to work well with that, but just give me a moment.) At this point, I just want to share or project some things that could work once given good thought and consistency to his background.

I might have to split this into parts like the others since this one’s gonna be preeety long.

The best place to start off is with the concept of the Negaverse in general, which is supposedly everything nearly turned upside down compared to the common universe (I guess Primeverse but it’s hard to say honestly?) we see, the Disney Afternoon universe. Given that, heroes are villains, villains are heroes, ordinary people are grunts or the street trash would actually be good people, or dead, that too. It’s a place where evil or bad prevails over good, and while the good does stay strong, so does the evil that maintains the universe. Maybe it’s a boring concept, but to me at least (Though that doesn’t instantly make it good because I like it.), it allows for more interesting debates on morality, what doing the right thing is, and how should consequences work. It’s a glimpse into a world dominated by bad and the good thing there is to be bad, do bad, instead of being good and to do good like it is over in the regular DA (Disney Afternoon) universe. I wanted to touch upon this with Nega Fenton and eventually other counterparts of the muses I have, but since this whole guy is that concept personified, might as well do it with the one that started the whole mess.

Granted, Negaduck’s first appearance in the show is Just Us Justice Ducks, it kind of just skimmed over who he was an just got to the point of him being a villain, something that can really confuse others as most villains usually have an origin story to them or are already pre-established in the world before the hero does. It does give some mystery as to who he was, but since his origin of becoming Negaduck, of even finding the cake that had a dimensional rift inside of it and allowing for him to traverse from dimension to dimension. However, since there never was an episode to explore that and the comics were close to getting to his origin, it seems like he does have some potential to explore several avenues depending on circumstances. 

It could be like a situation where he lost NegaGosalyn (And while that seems more likely for Darkwarrior Duck to happen and we see she’s alive in Life, The Negaverse, and Everything, you can chalk it up to this being the mallard that was in the Negaverse, not the common verse, he could turn this way, so that’s an option.), or where he loses NegaMorgana like it was going to be seen before the comic got cut (Similar circumstance to NegaGosalyn, but it also wouldn’t feel right given that he doesn’t seem to have an attachment to common universe’s Morgana, while Darkwing felt empathy to NegaGosalyn. Sure, you can say that when Negaduck was trying to get Gosalyn to be his little partner during the latest comic run of Darkwing Duck, the Jailbreak one [Orange is the New Purple?], but that could have been some remnant of Paddywhack, you know, that interdimensional demon that did show interest in her in the show?) 

Anyway, it just doesn’t seem likely for him to lash out at everyone when NegaMorgana dies or disappears, and the same for Gosalyn since in the show he knows she’s alive, and just doesn’t seem to bother with her much anymore. She’s like a gem that’s lost it’s luster, a used up toy, something that he barely comes back to anymore. And if it’s because he lost her due to a custody battle, it wouldn’t make sense since the Friendly Four explain it upfront that he is Gosalyn’s carefaker, her parental figure, her father. Not only that, but he had to have been doing this this for a while since Darkwing Duck was Darkwing for some time before he met Gosalyn. Of course, he was a minor vigilante, but after meeting Gosalyn, Launchpad, Taurus Bulba and his henchmen, he did get more recognition from there on. Given the idea of somewhat polar opposite universes, it would mean that Negaduck was Negaduck before meeting NegaLaunchpad and NegaGosalyn and ultimately his first encounter with NegaTaurus Bulba.

Another point to address is Negaduck’s real name. You can think of his name as just Negaduck or Jim Starling, Jim Sterling, but for me and this rp blog, the OG Negaduck is Drake Mallard. For everyone else in the Negaverse to go by the same name and respond to that name like their common universe counterpart, and for Negaduck to be the exception? Doesn’t really make sense, and given how he is an evil Darkwing Duck, it only makes sense for him to be Drake Mallard. There have been other series and franchises to do this sort of thing where the character would actually be different like Owlman to Batman from DC Comics. Owlman from Earth 3 isn’t Bruce Wayne, and some characters like Superwoman of Earth 3 is actually Lois Lane. It works there but that’s because it fits that franchise. To fit Disney’s, Negaduck would most likely be Drake Mallard. 

Given that, it is safe to say that his life obviously is not like Darkwing Duck Drake’s as his whole universe is built around the concept of being bad is actually good. So his experiences with his childhood of him being bullied, clowned on, getting wrecked in high school for the first half of it were out of him just being overall bad at being bad. He did some nice things here and there, got punished or bullied for it, and still somewhat had want to do it again. Though over time, and especially around his junior year of high school, the general consensus or the norm of being bad finally clicked. He’d done it before several times, yes. It was what he was being taught at school, besides other useful things that would be needed later on in life. Pretty much, he snapped after being ridiculed for his soft personality, and out of defiance, was willing to kill everyone there. He didn’t get to take out everyone, but he did for the first time fully embrace how good it was to be terrible, to kill, the satisfaction of getting what he wanted or most of it. That day, he was forever changed, and ready to create some mass carnage and despair for his own personal enjoyment.

Knowing that his little prototype outfit for the event where he was ridiculed from wasn’t exactly going to make him look menacing, he sketched up some drafts as to what he would really want for himself to be seen as. Some had overly large fedoras, others had torn clothing, and some had on so much black, belts, and zippers that it just seemed too silly. Eventually, he would come out with his well known attire, and also acquired some orange-scarlet contact lenses to complete his change from Drake Mallard, the one cerulean-eyed wimp that couldn’t do much and was seen as a nobody by society. Instead, he was going to be remembered, he was going to feared, and he was going to be the one thing people worry about most. After all, being remembered was the only thing of value in life, and those that were remembered were the nasty, vile, ruthless, terrible, and just plain malevolent people. They were great because they brought forth a force of fear and anxiety with them, and he was going to be the next one.

After that, Negaduck would out in the streets of St. Canard, terrorizing the people, stealing money and valuables away from banks, stores, and factories, all of the while trying not to get on the radar of some of the superheroes that would clearly want to stop a low level villain like him. After all, he had no powers, was considered barely above a common grunt, but that was to give them a false sense of security. Whenever he wasn’t constantly planning his heists, having “fun” with the civilians, or just doing evil, despicable stuff just for the fun of it, the thrill it gave him, he was furthering him study of different martial arts, techniques, and overall strategies. Sure, the opponents he managed to rack in against their own free will weren’t nothing much but living body bags for him to test out his moves on and not much else, but whatever he could memorize, the real test would come when he was out in the field. With that, he gained some more firepower and artillery so he could slowly increase his status to the well known criminal overworld. 

It wasn’t too long that his face became somewhat well know around St. Canard, and by this point, he was bathing in that recognition, that glory, of being noticed as a menace to society. Of course, he’d have to scram whenever some of the hero chumps like Megawatt (Mega Megavolt) and Harlequin ( Nega Quackerjack), but he was doing better, getting better at being such a blight on the planet. Though his feats before meeting a certain girl and guy on a fated day were small, they were elevated to new heights afterwards. On another casual routine of giving the police a hard time, he saw some goons trying to take some sweet looking young duckling. She just looked so perfect in the sense of the ways on how he could ruin her day, make her cry, the works, and with that in mind, he went and fetched her from those men, but not before dusting off his knuckles on them. Yet he could feel something unusual about this girl as she seemed to appreciate him “saving” her from the strangers. Whatever they planned to do with her wasn’t going ot be nearly as bad as what he had, but she seemed to be somewhat thrilled at how cool and badass he was taking those guys out. It was... kind of charming to see someone actually compliment him out of genuine interest instead of fear.

While driving the young girl back to his home on his customized motorcycle, he wondered if he should indulge himself by keeping this little one around, to show them the ropes, and eventually see them become about as bad as he was? No one was going to be worse than him, but he was fine with them being second place onward. He was only worthy of number one. But as he continued to think about it, it started to seem like he was getting soft. Some of those small traces of Drake Mallard were trying to crawl their way out of what he was, and he couldn’t let that happen. He was no longer that person and definitely didn’t want to be associated with that name. It was by now the girl had asked him his name, and he responded with only, “Negaduck.”. After all, she didn’t need to know much else about him, and certainly nothing of his past life. Once arriving at his home, he let her off of his vehicle and they entered the house and took a break from all of the action that waited outside. Negaduck then decided to ask this girl for her name in return, and learning that it was Gosalyn, he kept that in mind so he could call her by that name. 

For a while they talked about different subjects, like what the other was going to do, and for Negaduck his case was simple, just continue destroying and tearing stuff up, while Gosalyn, she seemed to not really have a set goal in life or after their meeting. This came as a good opportunity for him to propose making her his protege so she could actually get on by in the world, though she’d probably have to ditch the cutesy looking garments she had on. He was astounded to see how quickly she accepted, though it seemed to have been influenced by her not having any parents or adult figures to take care of her. It did tick him off with the potential idea that she might be just putting up with what she could get at the moment, but given how her innocence seemed, it could be that she was just relieved to have someone to take care of her. He’d file in some adoption papers in the morning, but he’d have to know what orphanage she was from. With some more talk to continue on that note, he got the answer he was looking for, and a little more, some information about someone trying to take her, but for what reason? She thought the guys that he knocked out earlier had something to do with this person, and it seemed like a time slot just opened up on his schedule to go ruin this person’s day, or perhaps their life. 

Now that he had some time to relax and get a better understanding of what happened to Gosalyn, Negaduck took her along with him since she would know who he was talking about. Zooming through the streets and past the other vehicles that were in the way, the villain was still assessing himself. Why was he doing all of this besides pleasure? It’s not like the guy Gosalyn knew was going to get him any more famous, but he was wrong, as there were some of the same guys he let live and more on motorcycles with guns, ready to fire and probably willing to kill too. Now this was some action he’d been waiting for, the cops wouldn’t give him this type of attention. Drifting a bit and holding his fedora with one hand to make sure it wouldn’t blow off of his head, Drake grinned out of excitement as he continued to drive, but now he could get some better information out of these goons. Pulling off some close quarters saves and near fatal stunts, the two were able to make it out of the chase with one or two fellas still in pursuit. That was good. It meant his competition would be rough.

(End of Part 1!)

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

like the movies

someone said tj gets scared at horror movies, i said y’all i hear sumn!!

(tyrus, a little muffy, and ambi if you squint, kippen sibs hc included)

word count: 1,044

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“I can’t believe I’m fifth wheeling,” Buffy groaned, stepping out of Cyrus’ mom’s car.

Cyrus looked to Buffy, saying, “Literally all five of us are single, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Buffy shut the car door and flashed Cyrus a look. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t even tell me that TJ doesn’t have a big fat crush on you, I hear those whiny lies every goddamn day.” Cyrus gave her a confused look, shutting his own car door, and was about to retaliate when Buffy interrupted, yelling out, “Hey, guys!!”

Andi and Amber waved back, while TJ stood and gave her a nod of acknowledgement, his face breaking into a smile when seeing Cyrus behind her.

Buffy turned to face Cyrus and whispered, “What did I tell you?” before running up to the rest of them, leaving a mildly annoyed Cyrus to slowly jog up behind her.

“Hey, Underdog,” TJ said, his grin unwavering. “And Buffy.”

“Nice to be acknowledged. Barely,” Buffy responded.

Andi interrupted, sticking her hands in her jacket pockets, “Hey, how about we go get our tickets and candy and stuff?”

TJ replied, “Why? We still have—“ he checked his watch— “half an hour until the movie starts.”

“She likes to watch the previews,” Amber explained, swinging an arm around Andi’s shoulder, causing a light blush to spread across her cheeks.

“I like to, too!” Buffy interjected. She grabbed Cyrus’ wrist and pushed open the door, stating, “Come on, let’s g—Oh.”

“Well, that’s new,” Cyrus said, ever the comic relief.

Standing behind the cash register was not the regular mildly creepy old guy manning the slushy machine, but the one and only Marty From The Party, complete with uniform button down and name tag.

“Marty? What are you doing here?” Buffy said, walking up to him.

“If it isn’t obvious enough, I work here,” Marty responded, a kind, teasing tone to his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“If it isn’t obvious enough, I’m fifth wheeling these idiots to that new horror movie,” Buffy mocked, a small smile present on her face.

“Oh, whoa, really? I didn’t know TJ and Andi or Cyrus and Amber were toge—“

“Not at all what I meant,” Buffy interrupted, laughing incredulously. “People are gay, Marty.”

“O-oh shit, sorry,” Marty laughed, watching Amber and Andi bicker behind them and TJ and Cyrus get the tickets. “You’d think I wouldn’t be heteronormative considering I have two dads.”

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows. “You do?”

“Yep,” Marty affirmed. “Hey, my shift is over in like a minute, could I join you all? You wouldn’t have to fifth wheel then.”

“Totally,” Buffy replied, the Reese’s Pieces under the counter catching her eye. She added, “If you can get me those Reese’s Pieces for free.”

Marty rolled his eyes, grabbing the bright orange box. “The things I do for you, Driscoll.”

The six of them head into the theater, opting for sitting in the far back, because Cyrus insisted, “That’s where you get the best view!”

The group had vastly varying reactions to the horror movie. Buffy, being the horror fanatic she is, almost jumped up and cheered every time a scare happened, while Marty tried to reel her in a bit, but was still internally being just as hyped up as she was. Amber and Andi had their heads rested on one another’s, seeming completely indifferent to the movie and just happy to be in each other’s company.

And then there was Cyrus.

Now, Cyrus knew he scared easily. He was usually the type to run in fear, the flight response overpowering the fight response in almost every situation. But, this wasn’t any ordinary movie outing where he could run and hide in the bathroom until Andi and Buffy come get him when it’s finished. No, this time, TJ was there. TJ, who helped him get that muffin. TJ, who pushed him to go higher on the swing. TJ, who taught him how to somersault. TJ, who showed him how to dirtbike (kind of). There was no way he could chicken out in front of him, especially since Cyrus has realized his ever-growing feelings for the boy. He didn’t want him to think of him as any wimpier than he already did.

That is, until a little over halfway through the movie, when he felt something brush his hand, and then grab it tightly.

Cyrus jumped in his seat and turned to look at the boy next to him, who was staring at the screen in front of them with fearful eyes, who’s hand was gripping Cyrus’ so hard that his knuckles turned white.

After a minute or so of sitting like that, Cyrus realized that TJ probably didn’t even know he was doing it, TJ was actually scared of the movie and was so absorbed in it that he didn’t realize much of what was going on around him (which was probably for the best, unless he wanted to watch Amber and Andi nuzzling each other and Marty yanking Buffy back down to her seat again). Cyrus decided to say nothing about the situation while the movie played, because holy shit my crush is holding my hand and I don’t want it to stop.

It wasn’t until the credits rolled that TJ blinked repeatedly and looked down to their two connected hands, blushing profusely. He let go and began rambling at the speed of light, “Oh my god, Cyrus, I’m so sorry. I’m a huge wimp when it comes to horror movies— please don’t tell Buffy— and I’m so, so sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all, I really didn’t mean to—“

“I didn’t mind it.”

TJ was taken aback for a moment. “What?”

Cyrus shrugged, getting some newfound confidence. “I didn’t mind you holding my hand.”

TJ stood there without responding for a moment too long, so Cyrus added, “Unless you did.”

TJ blushed again, reassuring him, “No, no, I didn’t either.”

Cyrus gave him a soft smile, holding his hand out slightly. “Do it again?”

TJ took his hand with a smile, and as the two made their way out of the theater, trailing behind the other two pairs, Amber turned to Andi, saying, “You owe me $10.”

[shittyfandomimagines]

Anxiety

Sad but fluff

Word count: 2,079

Shawn just seems like some bf material.

GIF creds to owner

You should be a better person, it wouldn’t kill you to be nicer. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that it probably made you sound stupid. You need to venture out some more and go out with friends more, it’s weird that you’re okay with staying home all the time.

Well, you’re not obligated to go out all the time. No one is going to remember what you said, it’s not that bad. You’ve got the biggest heart.

I have learned from years of therapy that I just needed to challenge my thoughts, I was letting my anxiety and irrational thoughts begin to interfere with my life again. I had a few years of easiness, I learned to push through it. Now, I’m just spiraling back into my old ways.

I spent a while in a day program that was like a mental hospital, it helped with the end of my teenage years, but apparently, I’m still the same fucking mess from 5 years ago. I was constantly looked down upon for my constant anxiety, it pulled me out of school for a while. My family didn’t believe in mental health issues, my friends made me feel like I disappeared just because I couldn’t hang out. You never realize who is truly there for you until you can’t mentally or physically be the person they wanted to be.

I met Shawn and it was easier to be with him. I don’t think I ever explained that I had anxiety but maybe I was just someone who liked to stay in. Which, in hindsight was good for him because of the press. I didn’t have to change myself for him and the more I stayed with him, the more I was able to open up and go back into the world.

“Babe, please come with me to the supper tonight.” He pleaded earlier today. I could tell that he was defeated or disappointed when I said no. I knew he wanted me there and I’d love the time we would spend together. It’s just my irrational side of me just knew I’d make a fool of myself and wish I was back at our home.

I’ve thought about how upset he had been all afternoon and here it is at 7:30, I’m still a worrying piece of shit. “One last call, are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” He asks as he walks back into the room as he exited the bathroom. He did look really fucking good in his Armani suit, I wanted to go just to stare at him.

“Sorry babe, no.” I wanted so bad to just get up and be in the present with him, I’m just not that person right now. He just sighed defeatedly and then stood in front of the mirror, he was trying to fix his tie.

I get up to stand behind him, I was staring at his reflection in the mirror, I just wish I was the right fit for this lifestyle. “You look great Shawn.” I smile from behind him and he turns around to face me. “Well, you could look even more amazing if you came with me.” He pouts and I get on my tippy toes, I kiss his lips gently.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel like it,” I say as I get back to my regular height. “You never want to go out with me anymore.” He puffs out air and I could tell he was upset, I didn’t know how to respond. I did feel like there was a blow to my chest because he never once was angry at me because I was a homebody.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want to socialize tonight,” I admit and take a small step back, I shouldn’t even have to apologize for my own valid feelings. “Well, then when will you ever? You haven’t really wanted to anything for like 2 months now! When will it change?” His tone started to change, I wanted to cry so bad.

“You’re going to be late.” I clear my throat and I took a bigger step back, I just needed him to leave so I could cry it out. “Whatever.” He rolls his eyes and I wait for him to walk out of the room before letting the tears start to fall.

I heard the front door close loudly, I flung myself on the bed. If the roles were reversed and it was his mental health on the line, I would’ve never made him feel like shit for not wanting to go out. Then again, I never was open about what was ‘wrong’ with me.

I have felt this torment for a long time from friends and family when I didn’t want to hang out, I was always known as the Debby Downer, the killjoy. I was never once asked why I didn’t want to, I was just labeled as the person to stop asking if they want to hang out.

I felt all the years of disappointment and pain start to make my chest tighten in panic; holy shit this is going to be a situation like my old friends who stopped trying. He will most likely break up with me, great.

God, you’re so fucking stupid and I never wanted to hurt Shawn. I really did love hanging out with him when I didn’t let my anxiety take over, just seems like I’ll never really win the fight with anxiety.

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I had already accidentally induced 2 panic attacks by 8:45, I mean I’m a whole fucking mess. I always seem to distance myself and hurt others. Great.

I heard the front door close and I jump slightly, I wasn’t expecting him to be back until at least 11. It wouldn’t be new for them to go to eat and then go get some drinks at the club.

I quickly rub the tears off my eyes and turn the bedside lamp off and flip over onto my stomach, shutting my eyes quickly. I let my hair fall over my puffy eyes, no need to concern him with my crying.

His footsteps get closer to the room and I feel my anxiety build in my chest, I was so afraid he’d come to my side and see my tearful eyes.

When I sense his body in front of me, I cuss in my mind for jinxing myself.

I feel his hand start to brush my hair out of my eyes, he stays quiet for a few seconds. “I know you’re awake.” He says and I sigh defeatedly. “Yeah, I am,” I say and keep my eyes closed still. He turns on the lamp and pushes my legs over so he could sit down.

“Sit up, I want to talk.” He softly demands and I sigh once more before sitting up, my eyes opening slowly. He sees my red eyes and I watched his face falter. “Why are you crying

baby?” He asks and I shake my head, I wave it off.

“Is it me? I’m so sorry.” He grabs my hand and I shrug. “It’s okay,” I mumble and he kisses my hand softly. “I came home early to apologize actually. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasn’t mad at you for not coming. I knew it came across like that, I was just sad that we haven’t gone out together in a while.” He explains even though I told him it was okay.

“It’s all forgiven.” I really was accepting his apology, but I felt a new wave of tears just overflow in me. I was sad because I knew I was letting him down, I wasn’t what he was hoping for in the past 2 months. He jumps up quickly to sit beside me, he pulled me into his arms.

I felt bad for even crying, I just wanted to disappear so I wouldn’t hurt him even more. “Baby, it’s okay. I’m sorry I upset you so much, I’m so sorry.” He whispers and I just felt like shit, now he’s worried that he was the initial part of my pain.

“It’s not just you babe.” I try to say but I was a choked up mess. “When you’re ready then I’m open ears.” He whispers and I nod, I just hide my body into his chest. I felt so safe in his arms and I hated it.

“I have really bad anxiety and I’m always letting people down. I’m so sorry that I’m one more person you have to deal with.” I sob and he rubs my back, I felt like a wimp. “You never mentioned your anxiety.” He whispers and I nod slightly. “I didn’t want to disappoint you with my problems,” I admit and he scoffs, mentally I knew it was so stupid when said aloud.

“I once made you leave work to come to the animal shelter with me, we’ve established that our problems will never be disappointing or silly.” He soothes and I nod.

“I was in a partial hospitalization program when I was 17, I had allowed my anxiety to get so bad when I was a teen. I avoided school and I stopped hanging out with all my friends or family. So when you said that I wasn’t going because I didn’t want it to be with you, I felt like all my reoccurring fears surfaced. I spent years in pity for myself because all my friends left me behind because they stopped caring about me once I became absent. I just felt like you would’ve left too.” I spoke so quickly and I let the tears roll down, I felt bad for crying on his suit.

“You need to change. I’m going to mess up your suit.” I push myself off of him and he sighs. “Well, I wouldn’t even care but since you won’t let me hold you, I’ll change.” He jokes as he walks into the closet. He came back with some gray sweatpants without a shirt on. “I don’t want to cry on your bare chest! You’ll be all wet!” I hated that he was so goofy and made me laugh when I’m in the middle of a breakdown.

“Fine!” He exclaims jokingly and went back into the closet, he came back out with a black shirt on. He jumps back to his spot and pulls me into his lap again. He was wiping off the tears and he messed with my hair.

“I would never leave you just because you didn’t want to go out. I wish you would’ve told me about your anxiety a long time ago, so I wouldn’t make you feel bad for it. I know what it’s like to struggle with it and I would never want you to feel like a burden that I have to carry around. You didn’t choose to have anxiety, I’m sorry that people made you feel bad for it all of your life.” He was rubbing my cheekbone gently and I felt more tears surface.

“I just feel stupid for even crying over this!” I sniffle and he just shushed me. “Hey, baby you have no reason to feel stupid over it. I’m glad you told me so we can face this together. I want you to get help and I want you to know I’m here for you every step of the way. I promise.” He puts feathery kisses my forehead.

“You promise that I’m not just something you have to deal with? I don’t want to sleaze you into trying to help me. I don’t need to be a burden or a nuisance.” I almost croaked it out, he just shakes his head.

“You’ve been the love of my life for two years, just because you didn’t tell me a long time ago doesn’t mean that you’re sleazing me into helping. I love you and I want to support you, I can’t magically heal you as the stories go. I just want to be your helping hand because I love you.” He kisses my cheek and I felt more tears surface, only because he was being so amazing and I never had anyone understand as he did.

“I love you so much.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a bear hug. “I love you more, we’ve got this.” He tells me and kisses my neck gently.

“I believe in you.”

[thundercracer]

“Family” Bakumomo Fic Part 7

Chapter 7 of my Bakumomo kid fic

Available on AO3~!

Katsuki was incredibly uncomfortable with the situation he found himself in. Wearing an uptight, perfectly tailored monkey suit with a tie that matched Momo’s light orange dress and trying his best not to scowl, he stood in front of Mr. and Mrs. Yaoyorozu for the first time in his life.

He thought he was nervous to have her meet his family.

The two heads of the Yaoyorozu family stood prim and proper, looking five times as dolled up and well groomed as Katsuki felt and infinitely more comfortable doing so. Momo’s mother was beautiful, smiling warmly at him in greeting. Her father appeared stoic and protective, scrutinizing every inch of this young man that he could.

Itsuki stayed behind with “Uncle Eiji” and “Uncle Deku” for the day. His two “parents” agreed wholeheartedly that it would be a rather terrible idea for the young boy to tag along to this particular event. Especially considering the older Yaoyorozu couple knew nothing of him in the first place.

He was rather upset with them for leaving him behind but was quickly and easily soothed with promises of going out to town the following weekend for movies and ice cream.

Momo’s mother had been very confused at the sudden shift in opinion from her daughter. Going from saying “I’ll find someone” to “I’m in a relationship” was jostling to say the least. Momo defended herself by saying the relationship had been so new and she hadn’t wanted put any sort of pressure on it in its budding stages. Which was something that the older woman ate right up.

“Welcome!” Momo’s mother took her daughter into her arms and offered a slim, delicate hand to Katsuki upon releasing her. He and Momo had trained for this. He had this in the bag. Katsuki grasped her hand - respectful yet firm - and placed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand. “Oh! What a gentleman!” her mother cooed as she retrieved her hand from him. “What a pleasure to meet you!”

“The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Yaoyorozu.”

“Oh! Call me Hanae, dear!”

“That will hardly be necessary, love,” her husband interjected.

He offered an extended hand as Katsuki turned to regard him properly. He grasped it and found a surprisingly firm grip from the businessman. Guess CEO isn’t as big of a wimp as I thought he’d be…

“Good to meet you, boy.” The words were spoken in a charismatic enough of a voice that Katsuki almost didn’t catch the steel-like sharpness in Momo’s father’s eyes. “I’m Yaoyorozu Akifumi.”

“Nice to meet you, sir,” he studied the man’s face. “I’m-”

“Bakugou Katsuki. Quirk being explosions. Coming from parents who own a skincare company, correct?”

Katsuki hesitated. Looks like he wasn’t the only one who had been preparing for this day. “Yes sir. That’s right.”

“Father,” Momo interjected, looking nervous. “May we carry on the conversation over tea? I find it… rather awkward simply standing about the foyer like this.”

Her mother smiled strongly, nodding her head along with her daughter. “Absolutely, my dear. Let’s go to the parlor then.”

The four of them settled into a sort of lounge sitting area as servants brought about tea and sandwiches and sweets. Momo’s mother sipped delicately and tittered excitedly while her father sat stoic, not touching any of the drink or food offered to him.

Katsuki opted not to take part in the food, copying Momo as she took what he assumed was a calming sip of her own tea. He was somewhat astonished, even after all this time, that she could make something like just drinking from a teacup look so graceful. And he remembered that this was a battlefield; she was the image of composure. They could do this.

“So, boy,” Momo’s father regarded him again, eyes narrowed. “What are your intentions with my daughter?”

He figured this was something that would come up, but Katsuki hadn’t been prepared for it to be so soon! Straightening his posture more than he previously thought possible, he raised his chin in subtle defiance.

“I want to court her.”

“Clearly,” Akifumi seemed unimpressed. “I’m asking your intentions. You’re not of wealth; do you hope to achieve something by pursuing my daughter? Is it the family name? Her quirk? Your quirks aren’t very compatible, you know.”

Katsuki fought not to snap at this fucker. As much as he wanted to rage - I’m not trying to breed with your daughter, fuckface! - Momo was counting on him to keep it together. And, while he previously wouldn’t have given a shit, he needed to do this for her. She was important.

“She’s important to me, sir.”

“How so? This is the first I’ve heard of you outside of regular classmate interactions.”

“Akifumi,” Hanae placed a gentle hand on her husband’s forearm. “Maybe that’s something we should ease into. I know!” She clapped her hands, excited. “How did you two start dating? Who confessed?” Her eyes glittered. It seemed Yaoyorozu Hanae was a hopeless romantic. Katsuki could play off of that.

“Well…” Momo trailed off, looking to him. They had come up their story.

“I’ve been interested in her since first year,” Katsuki “confessed”. He scratched the back of his neck, hoping to give off the impression of a shy adolescent boy. He even gave a sheepish smile. “She’s always been so smart, you know?”

And Hanae nodded along, agreeably. “Oh certainly! Pretty too, don’t you think?”

“Well of course,” he laughed, a low rumble from his chest. “But I know she prefers to be admired for how capable is, don’t you love?”

Momo wasn’t expecting this day to be so hard to deal with. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire from all the praise - fake or not - from Katsuki. “I… certainly appreciate it, yes.”

“All I’m hearing is about how capable my daughter is,” Akifumi shifted his crossed hands from his lap to the table. “How are you to prove that you’re worthy of her?”

“Father-”

“There are plenty of suitors lined up for someone like Momo, I’m sure you’re aware. Why should we allow someone like you to be with her? Compared to the other gentlemen we have lined up, you’re… well.”

“Father, that’s so rude of you-”

“I’m in love with her.”

Momo blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I, Bakugou Katsuki, am in love with your daughter. I believe that makes me more qualified than any of my competitors on how much we would value her alone.” He grinned, some of his cockiness showing through. “Besides, while I don’t come from a super fancy family with a lot of money, I’m going to be the number one hero one day. I won’t settle for anything less. I admire Momo as both a woman and as a hero. None of these other schmucks will make her happy like I can.”

Akifumi looked contemplative while his wife was practically glowing with glee. He offered his partner a cautious glance and felt his heart skip a beat with the look of wonder he received from Momo. He… wasn’t sure how much of that was a grandiose display of acting and how much of that came from a deep part within him. He wasn’t compared to come to terms with any of that quite yet.

Fighting a strong blush, he turned back to Momo’s parents. “And if you don’t like that, then you can deal with it. I don’t like sharing, so she’s mine.”

For the first time since arriving, Momo’s father smiled. He smirked, seemingly pleased. “Alright, son. You pass.”

“Oh good!” Hanae cheered. It seemed she was just happy with the entire situation from start to finish. “Oh, Katsuki!” He jolted somewhat at being addressed so directly. “You must come to an event we’re holding later this month!”

“Mother…”

“It’ll be a good opportunity, Momo!” she chided. “The gala will be a perfect place to show off your new beau! Oh dear, I’ll have to contact all the previous suitors about this… Oh well!”

A teeny tiny fraction of Katsuki felt bad that a bunch of guys were going to be rejected by the end of the day by this new, fake relationship. But a huge part of him was thrilled that they succeeded and that Momo wouldn’t be pressured anymore to get married to some random fucker.

“Of course we’d love to attend, Hanae,” he shook his head at Momo’s displeased expression. Later. And she nodded.

“Perfect! We’ll arrange for transportation and attire, so don’t even worry about it! We’re so happy to welcome you into the family!”

Glad to know my old folks aren’t the only ones too eager for us to get married…

“Ah!” Hanae looked like she just realized something. “I would love to meet with your parents as well, Katsuki!” Ah. Yeah…

“You’re right. We’ll be sure to arrange something with them, then,” Akifumi relented, curious to see where his daughter’s new boyfriend came from. “Perhaps lunch sometime soon?”

“Certainly…” And there went Katsuki’s hopes of keeping his parents entirely out of the situation. He’d have to have a strong, firm talk with them about how fake this relationship was supposed to be. Knowing them they’d be too on board with the prospect of marrying off their son, especially after having met Momo. She was irresistible and was perfect daughter-in-law material. If Mitsuki and Hanae got anywhere near each other… Katsuki feared the outcome.

After the initial tension was cleared, the afternoon with the Yaoyorozu’s was rather peaceful. They asked questions and he answered as best he could - as properly as he could. He was rather proud of himself for not having cussed out either of them. Especially when the conversation turned towards Momo’s own hero work.

“You must agree, Mr. Bakugou,” Akifumi had been saying. “A young woman as a working hero is much too dangerous. It would be better for her to settle down in order to care for the home and children, as it were.”

Hanae nodded along. “He’s right, dear,” she turned to her daughter, as if giving the young woman some sort of sage advice. “I’m sure Katsuki would prefer you staying at home and making sure dinner is prepared for him.”

Katsuki felt his eye twitch. It felt like these two were trying to advertise some sort of servant to them, not their daughter’s hand in marriage! He huffed and tried to keep the familiar, heavy scowl from his face.

“I definitely don’t want that.”

“Huh?” Both Momo’s parents looked confused. “Whatever do you mean?”

Katsuki shook his head and let out a breath of air. “She’s a great hero. I’m not tryin’ to take that away from her. She’s worked hard as hell to achieve her goals. Momo will never have to give up on her dreams to be with me. She shouldn’t have to do that to be with anyone. Respectfully speaking,” he added, seeing their incredulous looks. “I want Momo to be happy.”

“Being a hero makes me very happy…” Momo said in a quiet voice, while giving Katsuki a warm smile that made his stomach tie itself in knots. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

The older Yaoyorozu couple exchanged a sort of heavy, meaningful glance before returning to the conversation. After several hours, the two were seen off and driven back to UA with Katsuki ripping off his neck tie the moment the door to the limousine closed shut behind them.

Itsuki had already eaten dinner by the time the two of them returned home to the dorms. It seemed that he was being kept busy, at the current moment, by board games with Midoriya, Kirishima, and a couple of the others. Tsuyu waved languidly as they entered.

“Hey, you two. How did things go?”

“Good!” Momo answered, cheerful, as Katsuki sauntered past to try and join in on the game of Monopoly going on. She - and everyone else in the room - knew that wouldn’t end very well. “Everything’s going well, but they still haven’t found Itsuki’s records.”

They hadn’t told their friends or even Itsuki about their fake dating scheme. Katsuki had been avidly against it, not wanting to deal with even more teasing than the two already got from spending so much time together as of recently. And Momo had to agree; the girls had been increasingly aggressive with their questioning on Momo’s relationship status.

The rest of them all thought that they were going to meet with some of the officials about Itsuki’s status. Which they’d been keeping up with, of course, but was a suitable excuse for the occasion. They explained the fancy attire in that they decided to meet at a restaurant instead of the usual office this time around.

Momo felt somewhat bad lying to her friends and family like this, but she felt it a necessary evil. If it could even be considered that.

Itsuki jumped up and darted towards her with a cry of, “Mama!” as the boy seemed to just notice the arrival of his caretakers. He threw himself at her, wrapping arms around her waist.

“Hello, Itsuki. Did you have a fun evening?”

“Yeah!” He grinned up at her, ear to ear. “It was so fun! Uncle Denki showed me video games and Uncle Deku brought out this fun board game! I don’t know why they call it that because I’m not bored at all!”

Momo fought back a laugh at that. “I have to agree. They’re rather fun.”

“Is it bedtime?”

“It certainly can be,” Momo suddenly felt very tired.

Itsuki nodded. “Okay. It’s late and I’m sleepy, so let’s get papa and go to bed.”

“Sounds like a plan, little man.” She received another smile at the fun little rhyme as she gathered herself to head to her room. Katsuki grumbled but followed after, bidding the others a good night.

When they got up to her room, they quickly went into their nightly rituals and got Itsuki into bed quickly. They both decided that, despite having so much tea time earlier, it would be best for them to at least partake in their nightly discussions.

“Momo…”

“Katsuki,” she interrupted, out of character. “Thank you for today. I…” she blinked in surprise at the sudden swell in emotion she felt in her chest. “I’m very grateful.”

“Nah, Ponytail,” he waved her off lightly. “It wasn’t much… your parents are possessive people, though, huh?”

She tilted her thought, rolling the thought around in her head. “Not quite possessive… but certainly old fashioned and overprotective. But I didn’t mean getting them off of my back; though I am grateful for that as well.”

He quirked a brow at her, signaling for her to elaborate.

“I… Appreciate your praise, from before. I didn’t know you thought about me that way. Forgive me if it was all part of the act-”

“I think the world of you.”

She felt her cheeks flare with a sudden heat that spread through her entire face and neck. If the coloring mirrored on Katsuki’s face was any inclination, it was fair to say he was just as embarrassed.

“Don’t go overthinking shit, alright? You’re a badass hero and you’ve become a good friend of mine. I don’t let people push around or talk shit on my friends, alright?”

Then, suddenly, the warmth left. That reminded her of another conversation they’d never gotten around to having.

“Katsuki… what did your mother mean by… not letting Itsuki bully other children?”