#chatting with my friend and this happened

[nerdycheol]

Love, On Air || Choi Seungcheol (valentine's special)

♡ Pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

♡ Genre: best friends to lovers, romance, fluff, slice of life

♡ Word Count: 7.8k

note: Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖 This is a special Valentine’s edition based on the poll results(so if you voted—congrats, you manifested this 👀). A massive shoutout to @facethesunflower for proofreading and making sure this didn’t turn into a total disaster. 😆 Hope you enjoy this fluffy, slightly dramatic, finally-they-confess moment.

Remember: if your best friend is acting suspiciously like Cherry… maybe it’s time to connect the dots. 👀💕

The clock hits 9 PM. You take a deep breath, adjusting the headphones on your ears as the familiar hum of the radio booth wraps around you. The room is small, dimly lit by the soft glow of the equipment and the neon sign flashing LIVE on the wall. 

"Alright, we’re live in 3... 2... 1..."

Your hand hovers over the soundboard as you smile into the mic. 

"Good evening, lovely listeners, and welcome back to The Heartbeat Hour, your go-to late-night show where we talk all things love, relationships, and everything in between," you say, your voice smooth and warm, like a cozy blanket on a cold night. "I’m your host, __ , and tonight is extra special because we’re in the heart of Valentine’s week. So, buckle up, folks—this week’s all about confessions, crushes, and, of course, giving you some advice to help you sort through your feelings."

You press the button for the first song request, the soft strains of a romantic ballad filling the room. As the music plays in the background, your eyes scan the requests that have been flooding in. The chat box is constantly ticking with messages—listeners asking for advice, sharing their love stories, or seeking songs that speak to their hearts. You feel that rush, the adrenaline of knowing you’re connected to so many people in real time.

"Now, I’ve got a message here from a listener who needs a little help," you say, pulling up the request. "This one’s from 'Cherry,' who writes in: ‘I’ve been crushing on someone for a while, but I’m not sure how to confess. Any advice?’"

You let out a small breath, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as you think. This one’s a classic. You've seen it all before, but every confession still feels fresh. You smile softly into the mic.

"Ah, 'Cherry,' I get it. Confessing your feelings can be scary, but it’s also one of the most real things you can do. Here’s my advice: Keep it simple. No need for grand gestures, no elaborate speeches. Sometimes, the best way to let someone know how you feel is through a small, sincere gesture. Maybe write a note or give them a little gift that shows you’ve been thinking about them. And when you tell them how you feel, just be honest—there’s no such thing as a perfect confession. Just be you."

You pause, feeling the warmth of the words settle into your heart. The music swells in the background, adding to the ambiance of the moment.

"Remember, 'Cherry,' it’s not about getting it perfect—it’s about being brave enough to say it. And hey, the worst that can happen is they don’t feel the same way. But you know what? You’ve still won because you were true to yourself. So take a deep breath and go for it. You got this.”

You let the silence linger for a moment, Cherry’s words still hanging in the air. Then, with a small smile, you reached for the controls.

"Alright, Cherry, and everyone out there holding onto feelings they haven’t found the words for—this one’s for you. Maybe it’ll give you the courage to say what’s in your heart, or at the very least, remind you that you’re not alone."

With a soft click, the studio filled with the delicate, wistful melody of "From the start" by Laufey—a song that is the ultimate friends to lovers song for all delusional daydreams.

Leaning back in your chair, you glanced out at the city lights reflecting against the glass. Somewhere, maybe Cherry was listening, hesitating over a letter they weren’t sure they’d ever send. Or maybe, just maybe, they had already begun writing.

After an hour of song requests, confessions, and quiet laughter shared through the airwaves, the LIVE sign dims. You take off your headphones, stretching your neck as the studio falls into silence. Another night, another show wrapped up.

Gathering your notes, you stack them neatly before grabbing your now-lukewarm latte from the desk. The faint chatter of coworkers drifts through the halls—other RJs wrapping up, producers discussing schedules.

"Great show tonight, ___," someone calls out in passing.

"Thanks! See you tomorrow!" you reply with a small smile, pulling on your coat.

Near the exit, your producer glances up. "Don’t forget—tomorrow’s segment is longer for the Valentine’s special. Get some rest!"

"Got it. Night, everyone!"

Pushing open the station doors, you step into the cool night air. The city hums in the distance, but here, it’s quiet—still. You take a slow sip of your latte, savoring the warmth against the crisp breeze.

And then, just a few steps away, you see him.

Leaning against his car, hands tucked into his coat pockets, Seungcheol watches you. The street lamp casts a soft glow over him, catching the faint curve of his lips.

You stop in front of Seungcheol, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

He tilts his head, acting like it’s the most casual thing in the world. "I was just passing through."

You narrow your eyes. "Passing through? Your workplace is nowhere near here."

"Okay, fine," he chuckles, pushing himself off the car. "I thought I’d pick you up. It’s been a while since we had dinner together."

"Ah, I see. You missed me." You smirk, taking another sip of your latte.

"Don’t flatter yourself, " he scoffs, but the amusement in his eyes gives him away.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head before walking around the car. "Alright, alright. Let’s go before you start crying about how I never have time for you."

He pulls open the passenger door for you with a teasing bow. "Your chariot awaits, my lady."

Rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you slip inside, and he shuts the door before making his way to the driver’s seat.

As he starts the engine, Seungcheol glances at you. "Nice show today."

You blink. "Oh? What’s up, Choiseung? You’re complimenting me?" You raise an eyebrow, grinning.

He scoffs, shaking his head. "Forget it. Should’ve just let you believe no one listens to your rambling at night."

"Too late. I’m taking this to heart forever," you joke, leaning back in your seat.

A few minutes into the drive, Seungcheol reaches into his coat pocket and hands you a neatly folded envelope.

"Here."

You glance at it, then at him. "What’s this?"

"Just open it."

Curious, you unfold the letter inside. His familiar handwriting stretches across the page, carefully written, filled with warmth. It’s a simple note—thanking you for being in his life, for always listening, for just being you.

Your heart softens as you read.

"Ohh, Cheol... this is so sweet. Thank you so much, friend." You smile, touched by the gesture.

The moment the word leaves your lips, he freezes—just for a second.

Then, with a short nod, he looks away, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

"Yeah… friend." His voice is light, but something about it feels off.

You don’t notice. Or maybe, you just don’t understand.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"Nothing," he clears his throat, turning into a street. "We should hurry before the restaurant gets packed."

You let it go, tucking the letter safely into your bag as the city lights blur past.

Dinner is simple—warm bowls of stew and easy conversation. You catch up on each other’s lives, laugh over childhood memories, and argue over who should pay the bill (which Seungcheol wins, as always). It’s comfortable, familiar—just like it’s always been.

But every now and then, Seungcheol watches you with something unreadable in his gaze. Something just beneath the surface.

Later, he pulls up in front of your place.

"Thanks for dinner, Choiseung." You grin, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"Yeah, yeah. You can pay next time."

"I’ll believe that when it happens." You laugh, stepping out of the car. "Goodnight!"

He waits until you disappear inside, only driving off once your lights flicker on.

And then he waits.

Seated in his car, he watches as your silhouette moves around the room. It’s only when your lights finally turn off that he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck before driving away into the quiet night.

The next day passes in a blur of work, coffee, and the usual routine. You go through meetings, reply to emails, and try not to fall asleep at your desk. It’s just another regular day—until night falls, and you’re back in the studio, headphones on, mic live, slipping into the comfort of your show.

"And that was 'Moonlight' to set the mood for tonight," you say, adjusting the volume on the console. "Now, let’s see what’s on your mind, listeners. Late-night confessions, random thoughts, love letters—I'm here for it all."

A familiar name pops up in the chat, and you smile.

"Ah, a message from ‘Cherry’ again," you muse, skimming through it.

"So, Cherry says: ‘I wrote them my feelings, but I feel like they didn't get the hint. Any advice?’”

You lean back, thoughtful.

"Confessions are tricky, aren’t they? But if words feel too heavy, why not try something else?"

You pause, then smile.

"Here’s an idea—make a playlist. Fill it with songs that subtly express your feelings, and share it with them. You can name it something meaningful, like ‘For You’ or ‘Songs That Remind Me of You.’ Maybe they’ll get the hint, maybe they won’t, but either way… music has a way of saying what we can’t."

A soft melody plays as you set up the next song, your voice lowering.

"Speaking of confessions… Cherry, this one’s for you."

___

After the show, you gather your things, stretching as the familiar hum of the studio fades into the quiet of the night. Stepping outside, the cool air brushes against your skin—and there he is, leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting.

"You again?" You arch a brow, teasing.

Seungcheol smirks. "What can I say? Madam needs her personal chauffeur." He pushes off the car, opening the door for you with a playful grin.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you slide in. "More like my chauffeur needs his daily dose of validation."

He chuckles, shutting the door before rounding the car. "Can you blame me? Gotta make sure my most important passenger gets home safe."

You shake your head, biting back a smile as he starts the engine. The familiar warmth of routine settles between you, comfortable and unspoken.

As you drive, soft music fills the space—a melody unfamiliar yet strangely intimate. You pause, listening. It’s not his usual sound. Gone are the heavy beats and sharp rhythms he prefers. Instead, the speakers hum with gentle tunes, lyrics drenched in longing.

You glance at him, amusement flickering in your gaze. "Since when did your taste in music change this much?"

His fingers flex over the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road. "Dunno. Just felt like switching things up."

You hum along absentmindedly, letting the melody wrap around you, comforting in ways you don’t fully understand.

Seungcheol exhales quietly, gripping the wheel a little tighter, sneaking a glance your way. Because this playlist isn’t just a mix of songs—it’s a confession. One he can only hope you’ll hear.

As Seungcheol pulls up in front of your place, he shifts the car into park but doesn’t make a move to unlock the doors just yet. Instead, he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, stealing a glance your way.

"__, since tomorrow’s the weekend... you wanna hang out?" His voice is casual, but there’s something just a little hesitant in the way he says it.

You turn to him, brows raised. "Sure. Where?"

Seungcheol clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away. "Nothing much… just the amusement park. Maybe a café after, y’know."

You blink before breaking into a small smile. "Huh, it’s been a while since we’ve gone there."

He nods, still avoiding your eyes. "Yeah. Thought it might be fun."

You tilt your head, watching him for a second before nudging his arm. "Well, if you’re paying, I’m definitely in."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes but grinning nonetheless. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go overboard with the snacks."

You laugh, reaching for the door handle. "No promises. See you tomorrow, Choiseung."

As you step out, he waits, watching until your lights flicker on inside. Only then does he drive off, the soft hum of the playlist still playing in the background.

The next day, the weekend air carries a hint of excitement as you step outside, spotting Seungcheol waiting by his car. Dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, he looks effortlessly relaxed—except for the way he keeps checking his phone, as if trying to act nonchalant.

"Wow, you’re actually on time today," you tease, walking up to him.

He scoffs, sliding his phone into his pocket. "Please, I was born punctual."

You snort. "Sure, if 'punctual' means making me wait at least ten minutes every time."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes but opens the car door for you anyway, his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Just get in, before I make you walk to the amusement park."

You laugh, sliding in as he rounds the car. Soon, you're both on the road, the soft hum of music playing in the background.

"So, what’s the plan, tour guide?" you ask, glancing at him.

He shrugs, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Nothing fancy. Just rides, food, and you trying not to chicken out on the roller coasters."

You gasp dramatically. "Excuse you, I do not chicken out—"

"You literally backed out last time," he deadpans, making you groan in protest.

The banter continues, filling the car with laughter as the amusement park comes into view, the vibrant lights and distant screams of thrill-seekers setting the perfect scene for the day ahead.

As Seungcheol parks the car, you glance at the towering rides ahead, the excited chatter of parkgoers filling the air.

"Alright, where to first?" he asks, stretching as he steps out of the car.

You scan the park, lips pursed in thought before pointing towards the roller coasters with a challenging grin. "Since you’re so confident, let’s start with that."

His eyes widen for a split second before he huffs. "I wasn’t the one who backed out last time, remember?"

You laugh, linking your arm with his and pulling him along. "Exactly. Time to redeem myself."

The line moves faster than expected, and soon, you're seated, the bar locking in place. You grip the handles tightly, sneaking a glance at Seungcheol. He looks relaxed, but the way he exhales deeply before the ride starts doesn’t go unnoticed.

The moment the coaster shoots forward, your screams mix with laughter, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you grip the bar for dear life. When it finally slows, you glance at Seungcheol, only to see him looking at you instead of the ride’s descent.

"What?" you ask, breathless.

He shakes his head, a small, fond smile on his lips. "Nothing. Just glad you didn’t chicken out this time."

You roll your eyes, nudging him playfully as you both step off the ride, your legs slightly wobbly from the rush.

The day continues with more rides, playful bets on who can win the most arcade games (he cheats, you swear), and an unnecessary but hilarious attempt at a claw machine.

"Face it, I'm just naturally gifted," he boasts, tossing you a small stuffed bear.

"Naturally full of it, maybe," you grumble, but take the bear anyway, hugging it to your chest.

Finally, as the night settles, you both find yourselves on the Ferris wheel, the gentle hum of the ride filling the comfortable silence. The city sprawls below, glowing under the streetlights, and in the distance, fireworks begin to bloom in the sky.

"Didn’t think today would be this fun," you admit, leaning back against the seat, the cool glass behind you a contrast to the warmth in your chest.

Seungcheol glances at you, something unreadable in his expression. He exhales softly, his fingers tapping against his knee.

"Yeah... I, uh—" He hesitates, licking his lips, his voice quieter now. "There's actually something I—"

But before he can finish, a particularly loud firework crackles in the sky, painting the cabin in flickering colors. You turn quickly, eyes lighting up as you take in the view.

"Oh, look at that one! It’s so pretty" you say, completely missing the way Seungcheol sighs, his half-spoken words swallowed by the moment.

He leans back, running a hand through his hair, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah," he murmurs, gaze lingering on you instead of the fireworks. "It is pretty."

Eventually, you both find yourselves at a cozy café just outside the park, the scent of coffee and pastries filling the air.

After placing your order, Seungcheol suddenly pushes back his chair. “Be right back,” he says, flashing a quick smile before heading toward the counter.

You don’t think much of it, scrolling through your phone until the waiter returns with your drinks. As they set your cup down, you notice the delicate heart design floating atop the foam.

You tilt your head, stirring it slightly with your spoon. “Oh? Is this some kind of Valentine’s special?” you ask, amused. “Did you get one too?”

Seungcheol, who’s just returned to his seat, glances at his own plain coffee and shrugs. “Yeah… no.”

You raise a brow. “Huh. Guess they just like me more.”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink, but you don’t notice the way he hides his small, satisfied smile. Because the truth is, he had asked for that heart—just for you.

//

The next evening, the soft glow of the studio lights casts a warm hue as you settle into your seat, adjusting your headphones. Outside, the city hums with life, but a sudden downpour has turned the streets into shimmering reflections of neon signs.

"Looks like we’re in for an unexpected downpour tonight," you say, adjusting your headphones with a small chuckle. "So if you're heading home, grab an umbrella—or better yet, find someone who’ll share theirs with you—if not, maybe this is your chance for a classic movie moment. You know, the whole ‘one umbrella, two people’ thing."

With a quick tap, you queue up a slow, dreamy melody.

"Wherever you are tonight—rushing through the rain or just watching it fall—I hope this keeps you warm. Stay safe out there." As the song plays, you sit back, stretching your arms with a sigh. 

As the show wraps up, you take off your headphones, letting out a small sigh as the last song fades into silence. The studio, once filled with the hum of voices and music, now feels still. Gathering your things, you push open the door, stepping into the quiet hallway.

Outside, the rain still falls in soft sheets, blurring the glow of streetlights. You pause near the entrance, rummaging through your bag. No umbrella. Right. You meant to bring one this morning, but in the rush, it completely slipped your mind.

 You pause at the entrance, contemplating making a run for it, when a familiar voice calls out.

"Figured you’d forget yours."

You blink as Seungcheol steps forward, holding out an umbrella, his usual smirk in place. His hair is slightly damp, his coat dusted with droplets, like he had hurried here without much thought.

A small flutter, barely noticeable, stirs in your chest. You shake it off with a teasing smile. "What, no chauffeur duty today?"

He chuckles, tucking a hand into his pocket. "Uhh, not tonight. I have to stay late for that project."

You tilt your head, a little surprised. "So you came all the way here just to give me this?" You motion toward the umbrella in your hand.

"Yeah," he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, sighs, then looks back at you. "I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"

You nod, watching as he jogs toward his car, the red taillights fading into the rain.

For a moment, you just stand there, gripping the umbrella a little tighter. You don’t know why, but the weight of it in your hands feels different.

Then, shaking off the thought, you open it and step into the rain, heading home.

//

As morning arrives, the first thing that comes to mind is Seungcheol. You blink at your phone, thumb hovering over his contact.

Texting him isn’t anything new—you’ve done it countless times before. But for some reason, tonight, it feels… different. Maybe it’s your coworker’s words still echoing in your head, or maybe it’s the way he’s been occupying your thoughts more than usual.

Before you can overthink it, you start typing.

You: Did you get home okay?

A second passes. Then another. You bite your lip, debating whether to add something else.

You: And did you even sleep well? Don’t tell me you stayed up all night working.

You press send before hesitation can creep in. Almost instantly, the dots appear.

Seungcheol: Wow, checking up on me? I must be special.

You roll your eyes, already imagining the smug grin on his face.

You: Forget I asked.

Seungcheol: Wait, wait— I did sleep. Kinda. Had a long day, but I’m home now.

You: Good. Don’t overwork yourself.

Your fingers hover over the screen for a beat before you add one last message.

This time, he takes a little longer to respond.

Seungcheol: You too.

You lock your phone, exhaling softly as you sink into your pillow.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe you’re just overthinking. But the warmth unfurling in your chest suggests otherwise.

At work, the usual hum of chatter fills the office. You’re halfway through your emails when a coworker slides into the seat beside you, a teasing grin already in place.

"I saw you yesterday," they start, leaning in slightly. "With a guy. Was he your boyfriend?"

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard.

"What? No!" The denial is immediate, instinctive. Too quick. You clear your throat, forcing a casual shrug. "Just a friend."

Your coworker chuckles, clearly amused. "Mmm, sure. You should’ve seen your face just now."

You scoff, shaking your head. "Oh, please. It’s not like that."

They raise an eyebrow, smirking as they lean against your desk. "Right. Just a friend, huh?"

You roll your eyes, waving them off, but as they walk away, their words linger.

Just a friend. 

You’ve said it a hundred times before. So why does it feel different now?

The soft glow of the studio lights wraps around you like a familiar embrace as you settle in for another night on air. The playlist hums in the background, filling the quiet spaces between your thoughts as you scroll through messages from listeners.

One catches your eye.

“I think I’ve fallen for my best friend. It wasn’t sudden—more like a slow, creeping realization. One day, I caught myself smiling at my phone just because they texted me. I don’t know if they feel the same, and I’m scared to lose what we have. What do I do?"

You hesitate for a moment, the words settling heavier than they should. There’s a flicker of something familiar in them, something that makes you sit up a little straighter.

You take a breath and lean toward the mic. “That’s… complicated,” you begin, your voice even, steady. “Falling for a best friend is tricky. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. One day, they’re just… them. The same person they’ve always been. And then suddenly, everything feels different.”

Your breath catches slightly. A part of you wants to laugh at the timing, but instead, you clear your throat and lean into the mic.

You exhale softly, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of your notes. "I think the scariest part isn’t even confessing—it’s the thought of what happens after. What if they don’t feel the same? What if things change? But… at the same time, isn’t it worth knowing? Isn’t it better than wondering ‘what if’ forever?"

The words come naturally, maybe a little too naturally, and you catch yourself mid-sentence, blinking at the realization. Your fingers tighten slightly around the papers in front of you.

You shake it off with a light laugh. "Anyway, I’m not a love expert. But if you’re listening… maybe ask yourself this—would you rather take the risk or live with the regret?"

As the segment transitions, you queue up the next song, the soft melody of Can't Help Falling in Love by Kina Grannis filling the airwaves. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling.

//

The idea of a team dinner had been floating around the office for weeks, but it wasn’t until today that your producer finally put his foot down.

“We’re going,” he declared, arms crossed as he leaned against your desk. “No more excuses, no more ‘let’s do it next week.’ Tonight, we eat.”

Your coworker snickered, spinning lazily in their chair. “You just don’t want to go home and cook.”

“Exactly,” he admitted shamelessly. “Besides, it’s been a while since we all hung out outside of work. You in?”

You hesitated for a beat, glancing at your screen before sighing. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do. “Yeah, I’m in.”

And that was that. A few hours later, you found yourself walking toward the restaurant with the rest of your team, the air buzzing with conversation. Your producer was still arguing about food, insisting that this place was “decent at best” while another team member defended it with an almost personal level of passion.

You laughed at their banter, falling into step behind them—until something made you slow down.

A familiar figure stood just outside the restaurant, hands tucked into his coat pockets. Even before he turned, you knew who it was.

Seungcheol.

Your brows lifted slightly in amusement. “Are you a stalker?” you teased as you approached. “You’re literally everywhere I go.”

He turned toward you, chuckling under his breath. “No, I’m here with someone. My cli—”

“Shall we go?”

The voice belonged to a woman who stepped up beside him, her posture poised, her tone polite. She looked… elegant. The kind of effortless elegance that didn’t even need to try.

Your gaze flickered between them, something unreadable tightening in your chest before you smoothed your expression. “Who…”

The woman met your eyes and smiled. “Oh, I’m Lee Hana. I’m working with Seungcheol on a project.”

You nodded, lips curving into something light, something easy, even as something else tugged inside you. “Right. Nice to meet you.”

Seungcheol’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh,” you blinked, shifting slightly. “Our team is having dinner.” You motioned toward the restaurant behind you. “You know, bonding and all that.”

He nodded, but before he could say anything else, Hana touched his arm lightly. “Shall we?”

There was a pause—brief, barely there—before he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah.” Then he glanced at you again. “Bye, then. Have fun.”

And then he was gone, walking away with her at his side.

You watched them leave, something unspoken pressing against your ribs. It’s not jealousy, you told yourself. Not really. But the feeling stayed anyway.

A voice broke through your thoughts. “Oh, isn’t he the umbrella guy?”

You turned to see your coworker standing beside you, glancing after Seungcheol with mild curiosity before their gaze shifted back to you. “Did he come here with a woman?”

You said nothing, but that seemed to be enough of an answer.

They hummed knowingly. “You really must be just friends.” And with that, they walked inside.

You stayed there a second longer, staring at the spot where Seungcheol had just been, before shaking yourself out of it and following them in.

The night air is crisp as you walk back home, the sounds of the city buzzing softly in the background. Your team dinner had ended a while ago, but instead of feeling full and satisfied, there’s a strange heaviness in your chest—a weight you don’t quite understand.  

As you turn the corner to your apartment complex, you slow down, your steps faltering.  

There, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, is Seungcheol.  

Your brows knit together. “What are you doing here?”  

At your voice, he straightens, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You didn’t look well back at the restaurant,” he says, his tone light but laced with something else—concern, maybe. “So, I thought I’d check on you.”  

You blink at him. “You drove all the way here for that?”  

He shrugs. “It’s not far.”  

Liar. His office is nowhere near your place.  

There’s a brief pause. The usual banter is on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason, the words don’t come out as easily tonight. Maybe it’s because he actually showed up. Maybe it’s because you don’t know what to do with the way your heart stutters at the sight of him standing there, waiting for you.  

You shift your weight. “Do you… want to come in for coffee?”  

At that, he chuckles, shaking his head. “Coffee? At this time?” He tilts his head at you, amused. “You must really hate me if you don’t want me to sleep tonight.”  

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Then I’ll give you plain water. Just come in.”  

His lips twitch into a smirk before he pushes himself off the car. “If you insist.”  

And just like that, he follows you inside.  

The door clicks shut behind you as you step inside, flipping on the lights. The familiar warmth of your home settles around you, but with Seungcheol standing in your living room, it suddenly feels… different.

“You can sit,” you say, gesturing vaguely to the couch as you move toward the kitchen.

He hums in response, wandering over but not immediately sitting down. Instead, he looks around, eyes flickering to the small details of your space—the stack of books on the coffee table, the blanket draped lazily over the couch, the half-full cup on the counter from this morning.

“By the way,” you start, keeping your voice casual as you pour warm milk, “who was that woman earlier?”

Seungcheol hums in acknowledgment, but when he answers, it’s after a slight pause. “Just a client. I’m handling a project for her company.”

“Ah.” You nod, stirring the coffee a little too forcefully. “Looked like you guys were close.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Are you interrogating me right now?”

You scoff, bringing the mugs over to the table and handing him one. “No. Just making conversation.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, curling your legs under you. He’s been here so many times before, and yet tonight, the usual comfort feels a little different—like you’re hyper-aware of the way he leans back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, the way he watches you over the rim of his mug.

“You seemed off earlier,” he says after a beat. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you lie, but even you don’t sound convinced.

Seungcheol doesn’t press, just tilts his head slightly, studying you like he’s figuring out a puzzle. “If you say so.”

After a while, he stretches, glancing at the time. “I should go.”

You nod, following him to the door. He lingers for a second, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Text me when you wake up, yeah?”

You frown. “Why?”

He shrugs. “Just ‘cause.”

You roll your eyes, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes your chest tighten. “Fine.”

He smirks. “Good.”

And then, with a small wave, he’s gone.

You stand there for a second, staring at the closed door, fingers curling tightly around your cup.

The theater is dim, the soft glow from the screen casting flickering lights across Seungcheol’s face. The film has barely begun, but the hum of quiet conversations and the rustling of popcorn bags fill the space around you.

You’re not sure who suggested this movie. Maybe he did. Maybe you did. Maybe it was just one of those things—where he casually texted, "Movie?" and you didn’t even think before replying, "Sure."

The movie plays, but your focus wavers. You’re aware of him. Of the way his shoulder is just barely brushing yours. The way his fingers drum lazily against his knee. The way he shifts slightly every now and then, getting comfortable.

And then, his hand moves to the popcorn bag between you.

Your fingers accidentally graze his. Just for a second.

You don’t think much of it—until it happens again.

The second time, neither of you pull away immediately. It’s not intentional, not deliberate. Just… a pause. A moment that lingers for a beat too long before he finally retracts his hand.

Your pulse stutters, but you keep your expression neutral.

A few more scenes pass. You’re getting lost in the film when suddenly—

A jump scare.

It’s sudden enough that your breath catches, and before you can stop yourself, your hand darts out, grasping the closest thing—his arm.

Seungcheol doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t say a word. Just glances down at your fingers curled around his sleeve.

You realize what you’ve done a second too late. Heat creeps up your neck as you start to pull away.

But then—

His arm shifts just slightly, just enough that your hand slides from his sleeve to his wrist, fingertips brushing against his skin.

You don’t move. Neither does he.

The moment stretches, unspoken, unacknowledged. Not quite intentional. But not exactly not intentional, either.

And suddenly, the movie is the least interesting thing in the room.

The movie ends, and the crowd slowly shuffles toward the exits. You stretch your arms as you step out of the dimly lit theater, the cool night air greeting you.

"That wasn’t as scary as I thought," you say, glancing at Seungcheol.

He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Sure. That explains why you nearly ripped my sleeve off."

You roll your eyes, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "That was one time."

He smirks. "Uh-huh. And what about the other time? And the time after that?"

You narrow your eyes at him, but there’s no real bite behind it. He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Okay, whatever. Where are we eating?" You change the subject swiftly, and Seungcheol hums, pretending to think.

"Ramen?" he suggests.

Your stomach growls at the mention of food, and you nod. "Sounds good."

It’s a short walk to the small ramen shop tucked away on a quieter street. The place is cozy, warm, and familiar—one of those late-night spots you’ve both ended up in more times than you can count. The moment you step inside, the comforting aroma of broth and spices fills the air.

Seungcheol orders for both of you, as he always does, rattling off your usual without even asking. The cashier doesn’t even blink, already used to it by now.

You shake your head with a small smile. "One day, I’m going to switch things up just to mess with you."

He leans against the counter, grinning. "No, you won’t."

He’s right, and you hate that he knows it.

The two of you settle into a booth, the conversation flowing easily between bites of food. Seungcheol steals a piece of your fish cake without asking. You retaliate by swiping a sip of his drink. It's effortless, familiar.

By the time you step back outside, the streets are quieter. The late hour drapes the city in a peaceful hush, the occasional headlights casting long shadows on the pavement.

Neither of you say much as you walk, but it isn’t an awkward silence. Just the kind that lingers when words aren’t needed.

At some point, Seungcheol slows his pace, falling into step beside you instead of slightly ahead.

The street lights flicker above, the air crisp but not too cold. You rub your hands together out of habit.

A beat passes before Seungcheol exhales through his nose and, without a word, reaches out.

His hand brushes yours, just barely.

You think it might be an accident until he does it again.

This time, he doesn’t move away.

And neither do you.

The apartment is quiet when you step inside, the familiar space wrapping around you like a well-worn blanket. You toe off your shoes, set your bag down, and exhale, as if the night still clings to your skin. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound filling the air, but your mind is anything but quiet.

You wander into the kitchen on autopilot, reaching for a glass, but your fingers hesitate over the cabinet handle. The thought slips in, uninvited.

What if he already knows?

The question lingers, settling into the corners of your mind like an echo. You shake your head as if that alone could shove it away, but it doesn’t work.

Maybe it’s the way he laughed tonight—soft, genuine, like the sound itself belonged to you. Or the way he leaned in closer, just enough that his warmth almost touched you. Maybe it’s nothing at all, just the way he exists around you—familiar, steady, yet suddenly… different.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to chase the feeling away, but it’s stubborn. Because now that you’ve noticed it, you can’t unsee it. Every teasing remark, every lingering glance, every small, meaningless moment—it’s all been leading to this.

And the worst part?

You don’t even know when it started.

You sink onto the couch, pressing the cool glass against your palm, grounding yourself. You try to convince yourself it’s nothing. You’ve always been close. He’s always been there.

But tonight, when his hand brushed yours and he didn’t pull away… when he said goodnight like he meant something else…

Your heart had stuttered.

You bite your lip, staring at the ceiling, willing your heartbeat to settle.

...What if he already knows?

//

The studio is quiet except for the soft hum of the equipment. The city lights flicker through the window, casting faint shadows against the booth. You scroll through the messages, eyes landing on a familiar name.

Cherry.

“I tried everything you said—gave them a letter, took them out, spent so much time together. And honestly? I swear they like me too. But… nothing. What do I do?"

You let out a breath, tapping your fingers lightly against the desk.

"Okay, first of all—don’t give up. I know it’s frustrating when someone doesn’t read between the lines, but sometimes, people need things to be said plainly. No metaphors, no subtlety. Just… real words."

You lean back slightly, eyes flickering toward the dim window of the booth, where the city blurs in the distance.

"Because here’s the thing—what if they do feel the same way? What if they’re just as scared as you are? Wouldn’t you rather know than spend your days wondering?"

The words come easily, almost too easily, and for a split second, you wonder if you’re really just talking to Cherry anymore.

You exhale and push forward.

"So here’s my advice, Cherry. Tell them. No hints, no half-confessions. Just look them in the eyes and say, ‘I like you.’ And if they don’t feel the same? At least you’ll know. At least you won’t have to live with ‘what if.’"

Your hand hovers over the controls for a moment longer than necessary before finally pressing the next song cue.

The melody flows through the studio, soft and steady. And yet, your heart is thudding slightly faster than it should.

The night air is cool against your skin as you step out of the building, the faint hum of the city filling the quiet. Work is done for the day, your coworkers already heading their separate ways after a few lingering goodbyes.

You stretch your arms slightly, exhaling as you adjust the strap of your bag—only to freeze mid-motion.

He’s there.

Standing just outside the entrance, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket—except for one, which lingers behind his back, hiding something.

Your heart stirs, something instinctive. “Seungcheol?”

His lips twitch in a small, almost nervous smile. “Hey.”

“You’re waiting for me?” You shift your bag on your shoulder, stepping toward him.

“Yeah.” A soft exhale. “I had to.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Why?”

Seungcheol hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Then, with a slow exhale, he pulls his hand from behind his back—revealing a bouquet of flowers, delicate and vibrant under the streetlights.

Your breath catches.

Your fingers brush against his as you take it, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

“Seungcheol…” Your voice is softer now, unsure. The gesture feels too deliberate, too thoughtful. It makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

He watches you for a second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve said this sooner. A long time ago, actually.” His voice drops slightly. “I think—no, I know—I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Your breath catches.

He holds it out to you, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. “I know it’s kind of cheesy, but... I saw this and thought of you.”

Your fingers brush against his as you take it, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

“Seungcheol…” Your voice is softer now, unsure. The gesture feels too deliberate, too thoughtful. It makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

He watches you for a second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve said this sooner. A long time ago, actually.” His voice drops slightly. “I think—no, I know—I’ve liked you for a while now.”

The world feels like it slows down.

His eyes flicker with something—uncertainty, vulnerability, an honesty so raw it makes your chest tighten.

“I tried not to,” he continues, voice steadier now. “I thought maybe it would pass, that maybe we were just friends and I was misreading things. But then you started showing up in my thoughts at the most random times. I’d hear a song and think of you. I’d pass a café and wonder if you’d like their coffee. And no matter how much I tried to ignore it… it was always you.”

Your fingers tighten around the flower.

“So I’m done pretending.” His voice is quiet but firm. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

You swallow, fingers tightening around the flower as your heart stumbles over itself. The weight of his words settles over you—not heavy, not suffocating, but something warm, something undeniable.

For a long moment, you don’t speak. You don’t know if you can.

Seungcheol watches you carefully, his usual confidence laced with something softer, something uncertain. You can tell he’s waiting, bracing himself for whatever comes next.

So you inhale slowly, steadying yourself.

“You—” Your voice falters slightly before you clear your throat. “You’ve liked me for a long time?”

He nods, lips curving into a self-deprecating smile. “Yeah.” A beat. “I thought you knew.”

Your breath catches.

Did you?

You think back—to the lingering glances, the easy laughter, the way he’s always been there, steady and constant. The way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. The way your heart has been shifting, your feelings unraveling into something you weren’t ready to name.

“I…” You pause, lips parting, your heart beating so fast it’s dizzying. And then you laugh, a little breathless, shaking your head. “God, I feel so stupid.”

Seungcheol blinks, caught off guard. “Huh?”

You meet his eyes, and this time, there’s no doubt, no hesitation.

“I like you too, you idiot.”

For a second, everything is still.

Then Seungcheol lets out a sharp breath—a laugh, almost disbelieving—and suddenly, that teasing smile you know so well is back, but there’s something else in his expression now. Something real. Something unshakable.

“Yeah?” His voice is quieter, laced with something warm.

You nod, lips pressing together. “Yeah.”

And then, he pulls you in—his hand resting at the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair.

His lips press against yours, gentle at first, then firmer, like he’s been holding this in for too long. His other hand stays over yours, the bouquet still between you, petals brushing against your skin.

The city buzzes in the background, but all you can hear is the quiet rush of your own heartbeat. And in that moment, with his warmth, his touch, his everything—

It just feels right.

You pull away just enough to look at him, breathless, your forehead still resting against his. His hands remain on your waist, warm and grounding, as if neither of you wants to let go just yet.

And honestly? You don’t think you ever want to.

A soft laugh escapes you, light and airy. “You know… a listener of mine also loves their best friend,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly. “They tried everything—subtle hints, letters, taking them out—but their best friend was too dense to get it.”

Seungcheol chuckles, his thumb brushing over your wrist. “Sounds familiar.”

“Right?” You sigh dramatically. “So, I told them to just confess. No hints, no half-confessions, just… real words.”

He hums, nodding thoughtfully. “Good advice.”

“Yeah,” you grin, looking up at him. “I wonder how it went for them.”

Seungcheol pauses for a second, then leans in just a little, his voice playful yet quiet. “I’d say pretty well.”

You blink. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up, and suddenly, the way he’s looking at you feels a little too knowing.

And then, before you can process it, he says it—just two words, but they hit you like a ton of bricks.

“I know.”

You stare. “What?”

He grins, tapping a finger against your forehead lightly. “Your listener. Cherry.”

Your brows furrow. The pieces are there, but your brain refuses to connect them. “What about them?”

He hesitates, as if savoring the moment, before finally confessing, “It’s me.”

Silence.

You tilt your head, processing his words. “...You’re Cherry?”

Seungcheol nods, clearly holding back a laugh at your expression.

For a second, you just stand there, staring at him.

Then, with a dramatic gasp, you lightly smack him with the bouquet in your hands.

“Ow—hey!” He feigns pain, stumbling back slightly, but the wide grin on his face betrays him.

“You idiot!” You hit him again, though there’s no real force behind it. “You made me give love advice for your own confession?”

He catches your wrist, still laughing. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

You narrow your eyes at him, but before you can retaliate, he tugs you forward, pulling you into another hug.

This time, it feels different.

Familiar, warm, but with something new. Something neither of you have to question anymore.

You sigh against his shoulder, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.”

He grins. “Believe it, Baby.”

[oscinhaslandito]

BALLET, BETRAYAL AND A HOSE

disclaimer: this is for pure entertainment please do not send hate. all hate messages are and will be left unacknowledged.

pairing: oscar piastri x norris!reader

word count: 3.8k

Lando and Oscar leaned against the wall outside her classroom in the ballet studio, waiting for Y/N to finish her class. Lando was scrolling through his phone while Oscar stood with his arms crossed, only half-listening to whatever nonsense his best friend was muttering about.

The classroom door opened, and a group of girls in tights and leotards exited, chatting amongst themselves. Oscar barely glanced up—until the last girl walked out.

Y/N, flushed from practice, hair still in a neat bun, leotard hugging her figure way too well, ways Oscar had never even considered before.

He freezes. Brain malfunctions. Thoughts he should not be having about his best friend’s little sister infiltrated his mind at lightning speed. Unholy thoughts, unholy thoughts, unholy thoughts— Nope, stop that, that’s your best friend’s little sister, act normal, mate.

He blinked rapidly, forcing himself back to reality just in time for Y/N to shoot an annoyed glare at Lando.

"Why are you inside? I told you to wait outside."

Lando shrugged, looking completely unbothered. "It's been fifteen minutes. Thought you fell and broke your leg or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Give me five more minutes. I need to shower and change. Then we can leave."

Oscar, still trying to process, nodded too quickly. "Yeah, yeah! Take your time! No rush at all!"

Lando shot him a look. "Why are you being weird?"

"I—I am not weird," Oscar said, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat. "Totally normal. Super normal. Completely—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Y/N’s ballet instructor exited the classroom.

She was gorgeous. Elegance personified. Every step she took was fluid, like she was floating. She’s got the grace of a goddess. Her hips swayed with effortless grace, her posture straight, and her sharp features gave her an intimidating yet magnetic presence. She walked past them, completely unaware of the chaos she was about to cause.

And then.

Lando wolf-whistles.

The second it leaves his mouth, Y/N’s soul leaves her body. She stares at him, absolutely mortified.

Oscar nearly choked on air, eyes widening in disbelief.

And Lando? The menace? He just grinned.

Not even ashamed. Just shrugs, and mutters, "What? She’s fine as hell."

Lando fully commits to flirting—flashes his most charming grin, smooths out his hoodie like he’s in a tux, and leans against the nearest wall like he’s James Bond.

"So… do you give private lessons? Asking for a friend."

Y/N dies on the spot. Oscar is wheezing, but also still trying to act normal after his own 'crisis'.

And then the teacher? She just chuckles, totally unbothered, and WINKS at Lando before saying, "You aren’t the first guy." Then, with the most graceful sway of her hips, she struts away like a queen.

Lando? Completely entranced. His brain is off. His eyes are GLUED to her until she starts to disappear in the distance. "I think I’m in love."

Y/N groaned, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him away. "I am so sorry, Miss Lillian. Please ignore him. He is not house-trained." While, the woman in return just laughs???

Oscar is just standing there, still recovering from seeing Y/N in a leotard, and now he has to process this madness too. What the actual fuck is happening today? He needed help.

As they walked outside, Y/N was still dragging Lando by the ear, furious while he laughed like an idiot.

"I swear to GOD, if you ever embarrass me like that again, I will revoke your brother privileges. You will no longer be my sibling. You will be just ‘some guy I know’!"

Lando, still rubbing his ear, just grinned. "Worth it."

Meanwhile, Oscar was still awkwardly quiet—which Y/N finally noticed. She frowned. "What’s wrong with you?"

Oscar, still desperately trying not to think about her in a leotard, blurted out, "Nothing! I mean—uh—great weather today, huh? Love the sky. Big fan of clouds."

Just as she was about to interrogate him further, Lando sighed dreamily. "Do you think Miss Lillian likes younger guys?"

Y/N groaned. "Please shut up."

Lando, completely ignoring her: "Like, I’m not saying she wants me, but I am saying I could make her want me, you know?"

Oscar lost it. "YOU WERE STARING AT HER LIKE A LOST PUPPY."

Just as Y/N thinks the nightmare is over, they turn the corner and—BOOM—Miss Lillian is also leaving the building at the same time. She notices them and gives Lando a knowing smile.

Lando panics for one second but then fully commits to the bit. "Hey, fancy seeing you here. Wanna grab a drink?"

Miss Lillian just chuckles, winks, and walks away again, hips swaying. Lando? Mesmerized.

Y/N? Absolutely done with this entire day.

Lando’s driving, humming to himself, and then suddenly notices Oscar glancing at Y/N way too much. He narrows his eyes at first, watching Oscar physically struggle not to look. Then it clicks—and Lando SLAMS the brakes.

Y/N yelps, "WHAT THE HELL?!" while Oscar nearly flies forward. Lando turns in his seat, slowly, dramatically narrows his eyes and gives his best mate the filthiest glare known to mankind like he just witnessed a crime.

"Mate. I consider you one of my best mates. And you… you just stab me in the back like this? IN FRONT OF ME? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?"

Oscar is malfunctioning. "I don’t—I wasn’t—I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Y/N is clueless. "What is happening right now?"

Lando doesn’t even acknowledge her. He’s still burning a hole into Oscar’s soul. "You were staring like she’s a Michelin-star meal, mate. DO NOT DENY IT."

Oscar is fighting for his life. "I WASN’T—"

Lando gasps, clutching his chest. "YOU WERE. YOU ABSOLUTELY WERE."

Y/N is just sitting there, confused as hell.

Y/N, exasperated, "Lando, can we go home??"

Lando, ignoring her, "Oh, we’re going home. But Oscar is not sitting next to you."

Oscar is BANISHED to the front seat while Lando makes Y/N sit in the back, like that somehow prevents romance.

But it gets worse.

Oscar is already suffering, but Lando DOES NOT LET IT GO.

The whole ride home, Lando keeps throwing shots at Oscar.

"So, Oscar, what’s your type? Ballet dancers, perhaps?"

"You ever think about dating someone’s younger sister before?"

"OH WAIT, YOU ALREADY DO, DON’T YOU?"

Oscar wants to die.

And then, when they finally get home, Lando makes it his life mission to ensure Oscar and Y/N DO NOT get a single moment alone.

He follows them around. If Oscar tries to speak to Y/N, Lando INTERRUPTS. If Oscar so much as looks in her direction, Lando gives him a death stare. If Y/N tries to talk to Oscar, Lando physically stands between them.

Later that night, Lando forces Oscar to sleep on an air mattress on the floor of his room, because "We’re not sharing a bed, that’s weird, mate."

And THEN, before they all go to bed, Lando grabs Oscar by the collar and whispers:

"If I even THINK you’re looking at my sister again, I will personally make sure you never drive a car again. Sleep well, mate."

Oscar does not, in fact, sleep well.

Lando is officially in full-overprotective mode, and Oscar is now public enemy #1 in his eyes.

Lando is finally asleep, snoring like a damn freight train. Oscar is wide awake on the air mattress, traumatized from the day’s events. And then—Y/N sneaks in.Like a ninja. Silent. Stealthy. Dangerous. She tiptoes across the room, carefully dodging Lando’s discarded hoodie (gross). Oscar notices way too late. He turns his head and BAM—Y/N IS CRAWLING INTO HIS AIR MATTRESS.

Oscar's in deep shock, "What the—Y/N?!"

Y/N, smirks, feigning innocence, "Shhh. You’ll wake Lando up."

Oscar, panicked whispers "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Y/N just grins, fully curling herself against his side, spoons him like an absolute MENACE. Oscar.exe has stopped working. His brain is fighting for its life. His crush—Lando’s little sister—is just… THERE. ALL CUDDLED UP. CASUALLY. LIKE IT’S NORMAL. Oscar, internally screaming, Be a gentleman. Be a gentleman. BE A GENTLEMAN.

Y/N, cheekily whispers "Can’t sleep. Thought I’d try a different spot."

Oscar, whisper yells at her, "YOUR BROTHER IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE."

Y/N casually says, "Yeah, but he sleeps like a rock."

Oscar groans, "This is a terrible idea."

Y/N smirks, "So you want me to leave?"

Oscar doesn’t answer. Because no, actually, he does not want her to leave. His heart is slamming against his ribs.

Y/N smirks, "That’s what I thought."

She just settles in, fully comfortable, head on his chest, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Oscar is fighting for his life. His arms are just hovering midair like WHAT DO I DO WITH THESE??? And then? Y/N grabs his hand and puts it around her waist. Oscar dies. Right there. On the spot. He just stares at the ceiling, his soul leaving his body. Meanwhile, Lando snores in the background, completely unaware that his best mate is currently living his worst (best??) nightmare.

Oscar is suffering.

Y/N is fully comfortable, head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, not a care in the world. Meanwhile, Oscar is staring at the ceiling like a man facing the gates of hell. He. Cannot. Move. His entire body is rigid, arms awkwardly hovering in the air like a glitching video game character. If he breathes too hard, will Lando wake up? If he shifts even an inch, will Y/N notice? IF HE LOOKS DOWN, WILL HE SELF-DESTRUCT?? He is trapped. A hostage. A prisoner.

Y/N notices.

She lifts her head slightly, eyes glinting in the dark, "Why are you so stiff?"

Oscar is having an internal crisis. "I—uh—I don’t know what you mean."

Y/N wiggles closer.

Oscar stops breathing. Lando SNORES. Pure. Nightmare. Fuel.

Y/N, all cheeky, "Oh my God. You’re nervous."

Oscar wants to disappear. "I AM NOT." He absolutely is.

Y/N grins against his chest, "You totally are. Your heart is beating so fast."

Oscar, fully malfunctioning, "That's just because I had too much caffeine"

Y/N raises a brow playfully, "At 11 PM?"

"YES."

At this point, Oscar is just praying Lando doesn’t wake up.

But oh, it gets worse.

Y/N? She’s having the time of her life. She traces small circles on his chest, just to see what happens. Oscar freaking glitches. Whole body JOLTS.

Y/N is now grinning like a gremlin. "Ohhh, you are STRUGGLING."

Oscar, on the verge of dying, "Y/N. PLEASE."

Y/N smirks, "Please what?"

Oscar groans, in a 'crisis', "Have mercy."

Y/N pretends to think for brief second, "Mmm... nah."

And THEN.

Lando shifts in his bed.

Oscar freezes completely. Y/N? She doesn’t even flinch. Lando just mumbles something about ‘papaya rules’ in his sleep before turning over. Oscar EXHALES so hard he nearly passes out.

Y/N, casually goes, "Relax. He’s not waking up."

Oscar physically cannot relax.

It starts small. He sighs. Internally accepts his fate. Then, he relaxes—just a little. Then a little more. And then…

HE PULLS Y/N FULLY ONTO HIS CHEST.

Y/N yelps softly, but then grins like an absolute menace. Oscar? His brain is fighting demons, but he commits. One arm wraps around her waist. The other rests lazily on her back. His hand strokes slow, lazy circles on her spine.

Y/N, all smug, "Oh. So now you’re comfortable?"

Oscar, voice all deep and raspy, "Go to sleep, menace."

And then… Y/N falls asleep.

Just fully PASSES OUT. Peaceful. Happy. Cozy. Doing something so brain itchy to Oscar's heart.

For the first time all night, he actually enjoys this.

UNTIL.

The sun rises. Lando wakes up groggy, rubbing his eyes.

He turns his head.

Sees something.

Leans in closer.

Squints.

Blinks.

Blinks again.

And then—

It hits.

Lando SCREAMS. "WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK."

Oscar jerks awake in full-blown panic. Y/N mumbles something about ‘five more minutes’ and nuzzles closer. OH, THIS IS WAR.

Lando launches forward, shoving Y/N off Oscar. She yelps, hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes.

HE JUMPS ON TOP OF OSCAR.

GRABS A PILLOW.

ATTEMPTS MURDER.

WHAM.

Oscar, disoriented, panicking, "WHAT THE HELL, MATE?!"

Lando, fuming, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘WHAT THE HELL’?! YOU’RE CUDDLING MY SISTER, YOU ABSOLUTE TRAITOR!!"

"YOU DIRTY, BACKSTABBING, DISLOYAL PIECE. OF. SHIT." WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

Oscar is fighting for his life, arms flailing, legs kicking, whole air mattress bouncing. "GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHO—"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" WHACK

"I DIDN’T EVEN MOVE ALL NIGHT—"

"DIDN’T MOVE?! YOU LET MY SISTER CUDDLE YOU, YOU BACKSTABBING SNAKE." WHACK WHACK WHACK

"IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE."

"OH, REALLY? BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE MY BABY SISTER WAS ALL OVER YOU."

Y/N, from the floor, "…It was mutual, actually."

"I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH." Lando yells, stll not getting off of Oscar.

"YOU BETRAYED ME. YOU BETRAYED OUR BROTHERHOOD." "I LET YOU INTO MY HOME." "I SHARED MY FOOD WITH YOU." "AND YOU DO THIS TO ME?"

Oscar is gasping for air.

It’s a full WWE match.

Meanwhile, Y/N is just watching from the floor, completely unfazed. She stretches. Yawns. Checks her nails.

She slowly stands up, dusts herself off. Then, casually walks to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. She fills a glass with cold water, casually walks back.

And then—

SHE DUMPS THE ENTIRE GLASS ON LANDO’S HEAD.

Lando FREEZES. Oscar GASPS for air like a drowning man. The pillow falls.

And Y/N, completely deadpan, "Okay. That’s enough murder for today."

Lando BLINKS. Dripping wet. Absolutely stunned. Oscar wheezes. Y/N sips the last few drops from the glass.

Then, as if nothing just happened, she pats Lando’s head like a child.

“There. Now go take a shower and cool off before you have a stroke.”

Lando? Hair dripping. Hoodie sticking to his skin. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Visibly contemplating whether he should actually commit murder. Oscar? Still in shock. Barely survived an attempted homicide. Heart still racing because Y/N was ON HIS CHEST last night. But now his biggest concern is whether he’ll make it out of this house alive. Y/N? Already grabbing her phone, scrolling through Instagram like this was just another Tuesday.

Unbothered. Hydrated. Thriving.

AND THEN—

Lando, finally wiping water off his face, turns to Y/N with pure betrayal. “You were supposed to be on MY side.”

And Y/N, sipping from her now-empty glass like the menace she is, "I am on your side. I just don’t want you to go to jail."

Oscar, whispers weakly "Thank you."

AT BREAKFAST TABLE.

Y/N's just spreading Nutella on her toast, living her best life.

Oscar looks visibly like he's regretting every decision in his life, contemplating booking a one-way flight back to Melbourne.

Lando is still fuming, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at Oscar like he’s planning the next murder attempt. He's still ranting.

"I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU. YOU’RE A TRAITOR. A WEASEL. A FILTHY—" "AND DON’T THINK I WON’T REPLACE YOUR TOOTHPASTE WITH GLUE, PIASTRI." "I’M GONNA MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL."

Oscar, exhausted:, "Mate, I think you already have."

Lando slams his fork down. Oscar flinches. Visibly bracing for another attack. But then—

Y/N STRIKES.

In the middle of Lando’s rant, she grabs Oscar by the collar, yanks him forward and crashes her lips against his.

OSCAR? Gone. MIND? Blank. SOUL? Exited his body. SYSTEM? Full Malfunction.

Lando? Oh he's silent as a graveyard, staring at them, the fork still mid air. Not a single sound. Just. Pure. Utter. Horror.

Y/N pulls away, smug as hell, looking Lando straight in the eye, "This is happening. Me and him. Whether you like it or not."

Oscar? Still frozen. Mouth slightly open. No thoughts. Just static noise.

Lando? Blinking. Processing. Spiraling. Opens his mouth—closes it—opens it again. Grips his glass of juice so hard it nearly explodes.

"I’M GONNA THROW UP."

Lando dramatically pushes his chair back, stomps out of the kitchen like a scorned Victorian widow, muttering something about betrayal, disownment, and needing therapy.

Meanwhile, Y/N? Picks up her toast like nothing happened. Oscar? Still buffering.

Y/N, all casual, "Want some Nutella, babe?"

Oscar's mouth still open, can’t even compute.

She picks up her toast, takes the smallest, most casual bite, and then in the most nonchalant, sweet-as-sugar voice, "Well, now that he’s gone…" smirk "…we can properly make out."

OSCAR.EXE HAS COMPLETELY SHUT DOWN.

His head whips toward her so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash, jaw dropping, words nowhere to be found. A full-body malfunction.

"Wha-? Huh? You can't just say things like that."

Y/N, picks up her glass of juice, sipping innocently, "Why not? Scared, Piastri?"

Oscar's completely struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"I—you—wha—?" His face is redder than a Ferrari, hands gripping the table like he’s on a rollercoaster.

And then—THE KILL SHOT.

Y/N leans in, placing a hand on his knee, a slow smirk on her lips, her eyes playful, her voice, the epitome of chaos, "Oh, c'mon, Lando was the only thing holding you back."

OSCAR HAS OFFICIALLY DIED.

Head in hands. Breathing? NONEXISTENT.

AND THEN—

Lando storms back in, clearly remembering he left his phone behind.

He pauses at the scene in front of his eyes. He blinks. Y/N was practically draped over Oscar who looked like he’s having a full spiritual crisis, while Y/N just Looked as smug as a cat that just knocked over a glass.

Lando’s left eye twitches.

"I—FOR FUCK'S SAKE, CAN I NOT LEAVE YOU TWO ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES???"

Y/N bites into her toast, still grinning, "Nope."

Lando? DISGUSTED. TRAUMATIZED. ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE.

He grabs his phone, shoots them one last glare, and storms out.

The door slams.

Y/N, watching the door like a true menace: "…Think he’s gone for good this time?"

Oscar is still recovering from the first attack, face still red, he still hasn’t blinked, looking like he just got hit by a truck.

Y/N grinning like the absolute devil she is, grabs Oscar by the collar again and pulls him in. This time, no teasing, no games, straight up full-on, deep, mind-numbing make-out session.

Oscar? Oh, the man is gone. His hands find her waist. Brain? No longer functional. Thinking? Never heard of it. He’s officially entered the 'Fuck it we ball' phase.

Just when things are getting properly heated—

DOOR FLIES OPEN.

Lando stands there, hose in hand. A BACKYARD GARDEN HOSE.

Oscar and Y/N both freeze mid-makeout turn their heads in slow motion, realizing what’s happening a second too late.

AND THEN IT HITS. FULL BLAST. ICE COLD WATER.

Oscar yells.

Y/N screams.

Lando? MANIACAL.FULL VILLAIN ARC.

"YEAH, NAH, THIS IS MUCH BETTER. I’M GOOD NOW." Lando says in a breath of relief, literally waterboarding them.

They're both drenched to the bone. The kitchen was a literal flood zone. Y/N looked like a drowned cat, Oscar was fully contemplating his life choices. Lando, on the other hand looked the definition of job well done.

Oscar was already planning murder, while Y/N was on the verge of actual murder.

Lando, casually turns off the hose, tossing it over his shoulder, "Right. Who’s hungry?"

Y/N is fuming, pushing her wet hair back, "You’re DEAD, Lando. Done. Finished. Over."

Lando, grins, arms crossed like an evil genius, "Oh, am I? Cause you two looked pretty comfortable before I SAVED YOU FROM YOURSELVES."

Oscar, shaking out his wet curls, still processing, "This—this is assault."

Lando all unbothered goes, "No, mate. This is JUSTICE."

BUT THEN—

Y/N LUNGES.

She slips on the wet floor, grabs onto Oscar to stabilize, taking the poor guy down with her as they both crash to the floor in a heap.

Lando was bent over, laughing, "OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED." The guy was legit struggling to breathe.

Oscar, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, "…This is my villain origin story."

Y/N, lying on top of him, glaring at Lando, "You have SECONDS to live, Norris."

Lando was still wheezing, holding up his hands, "Okay, okay, truce! I’ll make it up to you. I'll buy you McDonald’s."

Y/N, narrowing her eyes, "I want nuggets, a big mac, and a McFlurry."

Oscar, still recovering, "And I want a new best friend."

"Yeah, well, can’t help you there, mate."

IN THE CAR.

Lando's driving like nothing ever happened. Y/N, still slightly dripping, but happily eating her nuggets while Oscar was staring out the window like he just came back from war.

Lando, sipping his Coke, grinning, "So… was it worth it?"

Oscar turns his head slowly, "I’m sleeping with one eye open tonight."

Y/N, still chewing, completely deadpans, "No, you’re sleeping with me tonight."

OSCAR.EXE HAS CRASHED AGAIN.

The rest of the day is again filled with lots and lots of banter, finally night dawns.

Oscar is half dead, thinking the madness is finally over. He yawns, heading toward Lando's room, "Right. Goodnight. I’m sleeping forever."

Y/N grins like she’s got a plan, "Yeah, about that…"

Oscar, gives her a suspicious look, "…what?"

Y/N, casually linking her arm through his, "I thought we’d cuddle."

Lando? FROM ACROSS THE ROOM?? HE HEARS IT.

"OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY."

Lando full-on sprints after them. Oscar panics while, Y/N cackles as she drags Oscar toward the bedroom.

Lando, grabbing Oscar’s hoodie to stop him, "TRAITOR. ABSOLUTE TRAITOR."

Oscar, helplessly dragged by Y/N, looking at Lando in despair, "I’m not even doing anything."

Y/N dives onto the bed, pulling Oscar with her. Lando launches himself like a flying squirrel, wrestling Oscar away. Y/N? Clinging onto Oscar for dear life. Oscar? GETTING TORN APART.

THEN. A MOMENT OF CHAOS.

Lando accidentally pulls too hard— Oscar accidentally pulls back— Y/N, stuck in the middle, gets yeeted off the bed.

THE ROOM GOES SILENT.

Y/N was now lying on the floor, groaning. Oscar was horrified. Lando. Oh. He messed up.

Y/N, slowly sitting up, cracking her knuckles, "I’m going to end you, Lando."

LANDO JUMPS UP, RUNS FOR HIS LIFE. "GOODNIGHT BYEEEE."

CUT TO: THE NEXT MORNING.

Lando wakes up to something terrifying.

A polaroid taped to his forehead, a picture of Y/N and Oscar, snuggled up in bed, Oscar’s arm wrapped around Y/N, both looking all cozy.

Lando looked MURDEROUS.

"NOOOOOOOOOO."

[elllisaaa]

OOPS - C. YEONJUN

KINKTOBER DAY 23 - SEXTING

SUMMARY : when your best friend receives a nude from you on a random tuesday, he feels the need to seek some clarification, and maybe that it is his chance to finally fuck you like he's been wanting to for years.

-> pairing : bff!yeonjun x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sexting (obviously), sending nudes and videos, masturbation (f. and m.), dirty talk, teasing, begging, praising, phone sex

+ the way i'm depicting yeonjun does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | txt masterlist | kinktober 2024

You had always been a clumsy person, and sending a text to the wrong person had already happened to you countless times, leading sometimes to awkward situations, but never as embarrassing as the one you were in right now. You groaned as you looked down at your phone screen, the chat with your best friend still opened. And there, a picture of you wearing pretty much nothing took centre stage. 

you :  [1 attachement] i could use some company tonight… junnie :  ??? wtf y/n ???

Your cheeks were burning, and all you wanted to do was to bury yourself six feet under but sadly you couldn’t. And you didn’t even know what to say because obviously, you hadn’t sent that to the right person. Truthfully, these nudes were just meant to some guy you met through a common friend. You had gone on a few dates together, and even though he wasn’t exactly your type, nor was he really interesting, you were a woman with needs, and a lonely woman at that. Hence why you were about to send him this mirror photo, with you posing in nothing but black lacy panties and your oversized shirt lifted up to show part of your boobs. 

you :  fuck don’t look at that delete delete delete it wasn’t mean for you junnie :  yeah could’ve guessed who were you going to send that to anyway ? you’re bitchless you :  first of all fuck you i’ve got plenty of bitches second and even though that’s none of your business, i’m seeing someone lately

The way Yeonjun seemed to care that much helped you relax a bit. His first reaction only seemed to be out of surprise, and you would have reacted the same way if you had received a sudden half-naked pic from your best friend too. Though, you would’ve probably not deleted it right away. 

junnie :  you mean that lame guy who couldn’t even pay for his own meal the three times you went out ? he’s an ass you :  well maybe but he’s my only option and i’m in need junnie :  doesn’t matter you can do way better than this jerk you’re too smoking hot to be sending that to him

Your cheeks took an even darker shade of red as you read his compliments, but it was not out of shame this time. It wasn’t unusual for Yeonjun to praise your looks actually, but never in such a bold way. And the fact that he was not referring to your pretty face but most likely to your body made some feelings swirl inside of your stomach - some feelings that shouldn’t even be there in the first place but that you couldn’t stop. 

junnie :  cat got your tongue darling ? you :  no gotta go  junnie :  to send him your nudes ? you :  and so what ? you jealous ? junnie :  maybe bet that loser couldn’t even make you cum anyway you :  and you could ?

This conversation was taking a turn you hadn’t expected, but a turn you liked very much, a turn you maybe liked a bit too much. You bit down on your lips as you waited for Yeonjun’s answer, though nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to read. 

junnie :  oh darling i would ruin you if you asked make you cum on my fingers first, until you’re dripping everywhere make you come on my tongue next, until you’re crying out my name and then i’ll give you my cock and i’ll fuck you better than any other guy you had before so, still need that jerk ?

You stayed speechless for a good minute that felt like an hour. There had always been some kind of tension between you and Yeonjun, always had been something underlying feelings that you didn’t want to misinterpret. He always looked at you and talked to you and flirted with you in a way that was way more than friendly, and you had always wanted him too - because let’s be real, who wouldn’t ?

you :  i’d let you do all that [1 attachment]

On the receiving end of your texts, Yeonjun couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe that this wasn’t just another one of his wet dreams, with you taking the first role and making him crave you and your body even more. He had wanted you for such a long time that it was hard for him to acknowledge that you had sent him another nude, another shot of your now naked tits, and that this time, you had done it while being absolutely conscious of who you were sending it to.

junnie :  fuck, you’re so beautiful darling tell me this isn’t a joke tell me you’re going to let me put my hands on you you :  i’m not one to joke about something like that, you know that are you touching yourself too ? [1 attachment]

His heart was racing in his chest as he opened the next photo - this time, a closer pic of your drenched panties, your fingers pressing against your clit through the material. He had been palming his cock over his sweatpants ever since he had received the first photo from you, and even if you had told him to delete it, he would’ve probably kept it for a while, because he couldn’t just forget about it just like that, because he needed you. And now, he needed you to see how bad he wanted you. He took a quick pic of the obvious bulge deforming his sweats before sending it to you without any shame. 

junnie :  [1 attachment] what do you think ? you :  show me more junnie :  [1 attachment] enough ? you :  shit i knew you were big you would fill me up so good [1 attachment]  wish it was your cock instead of my fingers

Yeonjun’s head was spinning with want, with all the fantasies he ever had about you and the new ones you were stirring inside of him with your little game. Every photo you sent became more and more revealing, and with each new one, his hand only sped up his rhythm. He didn’t care about how late at night it was, he didn’t care if one of the other guys could hear him, he just couldn’t stop when you kept sending him shots of your glistening folds and videos of your fingers covered in slick, spreading it across your hardened nipples.

junnie :  you’re driving me crazy look what you’re doing to me [1 attachment] wish you were here to sit down on my cock i know you would take it so well make the prettiest sounds for me too

The video of Yeonjun quickly getting himself off, paired with his airy moans and low grunts you could hear in the background made you even wetter if that was possible, your own fingers speeding up and rubbing against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge already. Your texts were starting to have more and more typos but you didn’t care, it felt too good to stop now. 

you :  i wpuld  frck junnie i nzed you so bad i’m so clode  [1 attachment]

This last video of you moaning his name was all Yeonjun needed to finally call you. The game had been fun, but he wanted to hear you as you came for him, wanted to hear through the phone how wet you were. Within a second, you answered the call and your needy whimpers immediately ringing through his ears felt like the greatest music he had ever heard. 

“- Fuck darling, you sound so good. 

- Junnie… Need you so bad…

- Me too, shit, you’re making me go crazy.”

Another one of your moans was the only answer he got, but it was more than enough for him to feel the knot in his stomach tightening as well. Your high-pitched voice was heavenly, and with his eyes closed and his imagination working overtime with all the photos you had sent to him, it was easy for Yeonjun to picture you touching yourself, all wet and ready for him.

“- I’m so close Junnie…

- Me too, darling… Cum with me, let me hear you.”

Your sounds of pleasure only elevated as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a hurricane, and Yeonjun let go too, covering his own hand in loads of cum as he moaned your name. For a while, the only sound that either of you could hear was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some sense of consciousness after what had just happened. 

“- Are you still there darling ?”

You hummed absentmindedly, your mind still clouded with the intensity of your release. You rolled over your stomach to take some tissue and wipe your fingers from your slick, and then you took a hold of your phone again. You didn’t really know what to say now, but you didn’t want things to become awkward between the two of you, so you tried to crack a joke to break the ice. 

“- I thought you were a gentleman, but you’re here giving orgasms to girls when you’re not even with them.”

Yeonjun chuckled on the other end of the line, cleaning himself up a little too. 

“- I can be a gentleman. All you have to do is ask Y/N. Say the words and I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow. 

- And if I want you to come over and fuck me ?

- I’ll be there in ten.”

A smirk spread out on your lips as Yeonjun immediately hung up, but you had heard him rushing in the background before he ended the call. Sometimes, sending the wrong text to the wrong person wasn’t such a bad thing.

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[capquinn]

can we get a fic about cub biting the other kid 😭

finally more cub requests!!!! i love my lil pookie cub sm

The park hums with the easy chaos of playgroup — toddlers stumbling over their own feet, parents chatting over takeaway coffees, the occasional squeal of excitement when someone finds a particularly good stick. You’re settled comfortably on the picnic blanket, Bug tucked against your side, plucking grapes from her snack container as she debates with her little best friend over the superior jellybean colour. A few feet away, Quinn lounges in the grass, rolling a ball back and forth with Cub, who’s perched on his chubby little knees, still figuring out the mechanics of crawling but determined as ever, his tiny hands smacking against the blanket with every shift forward.

Everything is easy. Relaxed. And then, everything changes.

It happens so casually you don’t even think twice about it.

A little boy around Cub’s age — just a little steadier on his feet, a little quicker — toddles over, big, curious eyes blinking up at you. And you? You don’t hesitate. You scoop him up the way you always do, the way you’ve done a million times before with Bug, with Cub, with any baby who reaches for you. He giggles, tiny hands gripping at your shirt as you bounce him gently on your lap, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before turning back to his mum, slipping seamlessly back into conversation.

And Cub notices.

One second, he’s happily rolling the ball back and forth with Quinn, his babbles mixing in with the hum of the park. The next, he’s staring. Still. Quiet.

Quinn sees it before you do.

The way Cub’s little fingers tighten against the grass. The way his brows knit, his lips press into a pout, his round cheeks heating. The way his whole body tenses with something Quinn immediately recognises.

Possessiveness.

His lips twitch, already bracing for impact.

Bug, blissfully unaware, claps her hands together. “Aw, Cubby wants a cuddle too!”

And for a moment, it looks like she’s right.

Cub moves forward slowly, deliberately. A little wobbly, a little unsteady, but determined. He stops in front of you, wide-eyed and silent, taking in the way your arms are wrapped securely around his little friend.

And then — he leans in.

It looks sweet.

It looks like he’s just joining in on the hug.

Bug gasps at the sight, grinning. “Look, daddy! He’s giving hugs!”

Even you don’t think twice about it, still rubbing a gentle hand over his back, too distracted by your conversation to notice anything suspicious.

But Quinn? Quinn knows.

Quinn exhales through his nose, shifting forward slightly, already anticipating trouble before he even knows what kind of trouble it is. A father’s instinct. His hand is halfway to reaching out, prepared to intervene —

And then there's a sharp, startled cry.

You jolt, looking down just in time to see the damp, slobbery mark glistening on the baby’s sleeve.

Cub leans back, blinking up at you, expression mostly guilty. But not that guilty.

Bug gasps dramatically. You gape, mouth falling open.

Quinn sighs, already shifting forward to scoop Cub up before he can commit a second offense. And when Cub meets his dad’s gaze, his tiny brows furrow, his lips pressing into something that almost looks like a pout.

See? Look what she made me do.

Quinn huffs, bouncing Cub gently as he immediately buries his face into his dad’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Cubby,” he murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand over his son’s back. “We get it. You’re her baby.”

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 14 Push & Pull (Jihyo, Feat. Sana, Dahyun)

You put a penguin doll in Mina's arm before you leave quietly, you see Mina smiles again when she gets something in her arms again.

You get in your car and check your phone to see did anyone find you, Nayeon is not on the list. There are messages from Dahyun, Momo and Jihyo.

Dahyun 'Oppa, I am coming over tonight, remember pick me up!'

Jihyo 'Y/N, are you ok? I saw Nayeon cries when she back home last night, and she leaves again this morning.'

Momo 'Y/N, why would Nayeon know our relationship, you told her? She send me this' Momo's message and attached with a photo of Nayeon's selfie when you are fucking in doggy style just two nights before with a message 'Leave my boyfriend alone.'

You finally understand why she will stop moving for a while suddenly that time, she was taking photos.

I check how long ago the message from Dahyun was and respond accordingly. I tell Jihyo that things have changed and she doesn't have to worry about it. I tell Momo that I didn't tell Nayeon anything and that I just told her that I still went to you as a personal trainer. After all that I go home quickly to change.

You reply to Dahyun that you are going to pick her up tonight and reply to others accordingly.

You arrived home and see Jihyo resting on the sofa, 'Welcome back, Y/N. What happened yesterday, Nayeon leaves in the morning before I wake up.' You did not reply but immediately check your wardrobe, Nayeon did not bring her belongings back to her home, is it means there is still a chance for you?

"It’s nothing Jihyo, don't worry about it. My relationship status may have changed, so sex might be off the table now." I tell Jihyo as I poke my head out from my room. I start to pack Nayeon's clothes in a bag or suitcase before I have to pick up Dahyun.

'I'm definitely not asking for sex now, Y/N. But did Nayeon just find out that you have friends with benefits, I can feel it from her reactions. It's just like me before.' Jihyo comes in and helps you pack Nayeon's belongings.

"It was one person particularly. Nayeon sent a message to them about staying away from me. That being said that doesn't change anything with you staying here that way Daniel doesn't find you. Also my sisters are staying for a while." After I finish packing, I check the time.

Seeing still have some time left before you going to pick up Dahyun, you and Jihyo back to living room for some coffee.

Jihyo and you just chit-chat while waiting, 'I'm curious Y/N, if you have one more chance, will you still hook up with other girls and then break up with Nayeon? She's definitely not like me that can tolerate so much time.'

"There are two paths, if it's relationship over I'm just going to be single for a while. If she chooses to stay with me for some reason, I'll won't do it again. I've learned my lesson. If you don't kind my asking, why did you deal with it for so long?"

Jihyo looks at the ground when she hears your question, 'I once believed he will change for me, I innocently thought the marriage could make him tied to me, but I was wrong.'

'So you and Nayeon have officially broken up? Maybe we two injured souls can try to be together?' Jihyo teases you.

I chuckle before looking away "I don't know if we are broken up, if we are I wouldn't mind trying with you. But would you really be willing to try again with someone like me?"

'You know you are playboy too huh, Y/N?' Jihyo spanks your shoulder and giggles. 'I don't know, my heart always comes before my mind. But I guess I have a lot of competitors, your colleague, your friend with benefits, and also your little secretary. Mina is so obvious you know?'

"Mina does make it obvious, she'd be your biggest challenge. She's always so helpful and willing to put me first. She should really find someone better." I say with a laugh.

'Maybe She thinks you are the best for her.' Jihyo smirks and looks at the clock, '30 minutes before you got to go, a quick one?' Jihyo comes closer to you and sits on your lap.

"I don't know, what if Nayeon comes back?"

'OK, so you gonna abstinence until you know the results? Can you do it, haha? Jihyo catches your cock before she backs to her room, 'I will miss you, big guy.'

'Hey, Y/N, better finish dinner with your sister before coming back, don't wanna act like your new girlfriend when we first meet, so awkward.'

"Yeah, I will." I walk out of the apartment and head to my car to get to the airport early.

You waiting for Dahyun at the terminal while playing your phone, and you receive Momo's message that she wants to see you tonight. When you wanna reply to her, you see Dahyun rushing to you, 'Oppa!'

'Hey, Dubu, still so tiny huh.' 'Yah, Oppa.' Dahyun wants to hit your head but she's too short to reach it, so she just hit your chest.'

'Where is Nayeon eooni, I thought she is with you already.' Dahyun turns around and try to search for Nayeon.

"She won't be around Dahyun. Let's get you something to eat. What do you want to eat?" I ask to distract her.

You help Dahyun get the suitcase and guide her to your car. 'I miss the food you cook, Oppa. How about you cook for me.'

Remember what Jihyo told you, you only can reject Dahyun's request. 'Sorry, Dubu, not many ingredients left at home, maybe next time? We will just casually eat tonight.'

'Ok... I forgot how long did we last meet each other, you are much thinner, so much stress on work?'

'Nah, Dubu, just as usual, I'm fine. Did you start finding jobs, you have graduated for half a year already.'

'Ummm, I am trying, just give me sometime, oppa. I am working on it.'

"Ah Dubu, you need to look harder. And if you don't choose a place to eat I'll choose." I say as I start driving.

You drive to a random restaurant and have dinner with Dahyun, you two talk about all the things that happened from last time you meet.

'OH, Oppa, I guess I don't need to share a room with Chaeyoung, right? if Nayeon eooni is not here.' Dahyun smirks.

Your home has 3 rooms, usually, Chaeyoung and Dahyun need to sleep together when Nayeon is staying, as you don't want to cause any embarrassment to your sisters, although Nayeon is not here, now Jihyo has occupied 1 of them, maybe it's time that you should tell Dahyun you have a guest.

I explain to Dahyun the situation Jihyo is going through and that she will have to share a room with Chaeyoung.

'OH, come on, Oppa, I have expected I can have my own room at your home.' Dahyun shows a sad face. You caress Dahyun's head, 'Dubu is a good girl, right? You should understand what situation Jihyo is facing, you won't be happy too right?  And you can occupy the room until Chae arrives, don't be sad!'

'Yes, but does Nayeon eooni knows you bring a girl home?' You are a little bit frustrated that Dahyun is keep mentioning Nayeon.

"Dahyun, Nayeon and I are going through a rough patch right now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention her." We finish the meals and begin our ride home.

Dahyun's emotions are hard to describe, but you can catch her happiness before it disappears when she hear Nayeon and you have some arguments. You two did not talk about Nayeon again through the dinner.

You two finished the dinner and ready to back home. 'Oppa, what if we buy some snacks and watch movie together tonight?' In the meantime, you remember Momo wants to see you tonight either.

I quickly send Momo a message and ask if we could meet another time for the reason that I'm picking up Dahyun from the airport.

'Y/N, I am just so afraid that why Nayeon will know what happens, if you can't come today, how about tomorrow.' Momo replies immediately. You then drive to some snacks before back to home.

Jihyo is sitting on the sofa again when you arrive, 'OH hi Y/N, and little sister, your brother should have mentioned about me, Nice to meet you, sorry for disturbing your family day.'

I send Momo another message to say I'll meet her tomorrow, then I introduce Dahyun to Jihyo. I ask Dahyun "Dahyun would it be alright if Jihyo joined us for the movie?"

'Sure Oppa, your friend is my friend too.' Then you three sit on the sofa and start watching the movie.

You sit between Jihyo and Dahyun, each of you covering a blanket or pillow while enjoying the movie. You suddenly feel Jihyo 's chest pressing on your arm, you turn around to check Dahyun, she is too focusing on the movie and not paying attention to you.

Jihyo put a finger on her lips, tell you to keep quiet, and start caressing your cock under the blanket.

I keep quiet recognizing that if I said anything it would give it all away.

Jihyo is happy that you are so obedience and not making any noise, she put your hands into your pants and start stroking you slowly.

Seeing your body shivers from the sensation, Jihyo blows hot winds into your ear and whispers to you, 'You seems so excited when I am stroking you next to your baby sister, enjoying it?'

I whisper back "stop it, you're going to get us in trouble."

'Relax, Y/N. Let me handle it, Dahyun won't know what's happening, she loves the movie so much.' Jihyo starts stroking you faster.

You try your best to not release any moans, but Jihyo's hand is really good, and you wanna cum. Jihyo feels your cock pulsing in her hands, 'Cum for me, I am ready.' Jihyo then kisses you to cover your moan.

I cum in Jihyo’s hand, I'm grateful for the kiss as I'd otherwise release a huge moan. Once we break it off, I whisper to her "I'm going to get you back for this."

'Wow so many, you are really so excited, don't you?' Jihyo pulls out her hand and start licking it. 'You know where to find me if you want to thank me.' Jihyo whispers again before she moves to bathroom to clean her hands.

You notice Dahyun is still focusing on the movie and doesn't know Jihyo has left for bathroom.

As much as I want to get Jihyo back at this moment, I keep myself in my seat for a time before going to the bathroom.

You wait for Jihyo's return before you go to the bathroom to tidy up yourself, Dahyun finally out of her concentration and wanna sit closer to you.

'Oppa, that part is so good, isn't it? The tension is so strong.' Dahyun tries to talk about the film, but actually you are totally into Jihyo's handjob at that moment, so you could just simply answer her yes.

'Oppa, the smell is so strange suddenly, what is it?' Dahyun turning around to check what smelling strange in the living room.

"I'm not sure, did you fart Dahyun?" I joke to her, as I make sure she shouldn't see anything.

'Ya, Oppa!' Dahyun spanks you and then move back to her seat. You just giggle and start watching the movie. Finally, Jihyo has come out from the bathroom, you rush inside immediately before Dahyun could find out anything.

The rest of the night just spend normally, all of you are going to bed after movie has ended. You see Jihyo winks at you before she enters her room.

I help Dahyun get set up in her room before going back to my own.

You help Dahyun unpack her luggage, and you see some formal dressing in her suitcase, Dahyun pushes you out before you ask any questions. 'Now get out, let my enjoy my own room.'

'Aren't you have whole of the house when Chae is living in dorm, huh?'

'That's different, Oppa. Goodnight.'

You go back to your room, laying on your bed, ready to end the day. Your phone buzzes, and it's Sana message.

'I heard you have some fun with Mina alone today huh? On sick leave together and she applies it for you. The office is talking about you two again, I wish I was there too.' Sana attached a photo of her opening her clits for you.

"I was hungover from the night before Sana. I was in no condition to come in." After I respond, I just lay back and relax for a minute.

'Oh, sex after drunk? I wanna try with you too.' Sana attaches a video this time, a self cam in a high angle, she is not wearing bra in the pajamas, you can see her nipples clearly while she is playing with her tits.

"Sana just get some sleep." I delete the conversation logs after keeping things safe for myself.

'It's Friday night, why can't I have some fun before I sleep?' Sana sends you another video where she is sucking her finger while looking at the camera seductively.

You back up the video to the locked folder and prepare to clear the message log again, Sana's text comes again, 'Maybe we can try phone sex tonight? If Mina or your girlfriend is not beside you😏😏'

"Not interested Sana. You enjoy yourself." I respond before I head to the kitchen to make myself a snack.

You head to Kitchen and grab some chocolate for night snacks, you check your conversation logs with Nayeon, she still hasn’t online since last night.

You sigh and return to your room, you see Jihyo slightly opens the door of her room, enough for you to peek inside.

I look at the door debating if I should go, but first I check on Dahyun. Putting my ear to her door to see if she's awake or not.

You hear no sound from Dahyun's room, she should be asleep already. You back to the corridor and your phone buzzes again, It's Sana again.

This time the video is she masturbating with a dildo and moaning your name, 'having a dildo in my pussy, but it's nothing when comparing with you.'

"Sana, nothing is going to compare to me" and then emoji with the tongue sticking out is what I respond with. I put my phone to vibrate only and then I head back to Jihyo’s room.

You slowly enter Jihyo's room and lock the door. Jihyo is sleeping on her bed, with a sexy lace pajamas, you can see her got body inside the pajamas. You don't understand why Daniel would still hook up with others even he has a such needy and hot wife at home.

I get beside Jihyo and pull down her pajama bottoms before I start teasing her pussy. I get my other hand ready to cover her mouth, so she doesn't make noise.

Jihyo wakes up from your assault, she grabs your hand on her mouth in her pajamas to play with her tits and turns around to make out with you. You can see the lust burning in her eyes, seems she is really needy as her husband ignores her for a long time.

"Seems like you really want this Jihyo." I say as my fingers go under her panties and inside if her.

'Stop teasing me, Y/N! Put it In!' Jihyo bites your lips and row over you, wanting to ride you.

Her tits keep bouncing as she breathes heavily, you put your hand on it and start playing with it.

I roll her over so I'm on top again. Covering her mouth again, and thrusting my fingers into her pussy. "Oh no, Jihyo. You teased me earlier, it's my turn."

Jihyo's tits till bouncing, her body twists due to the sensation, 'Ah, faster Y/N, please put it in. At least I let you cum.' Jihyo starts to moan louder to contest your teasing.

"Don't worry I'll let you cum." I say as I kiss her. "Get any louder and I'll stop right now." I continue kissing Jihyo to make her be quiet.

Jihyo cannot hide her moan so she just grab your head to kiss harder, you are feeling her become tighter, you thrust your finger faster until she reaches her orgasm.

'Ummm....' Jihyo moans in your mouth when she reaches her orgasm, you finally let go of her lips and let her catch her breath, but still slowly thrust your finger in her pussy.

Her bouncing tits are so eye-catching, so you just can't wait to suck her nipples.

As much as I want to continue this I continue, i pull my fingers out and have Jihyo suck them clean before I leave.

You let Jihyo clean your fingers before you leave, 'What? That's all?' Jihyo looks in disbelief when she sees you leaving her room.

"Yep, I just wanted to get back at you." I walk back over to her, rub her pussy again. "Don't you worry, I'll make sure to fill you up next time." I kiss her cheek and then leave.

'I wear this pajama for you, Y/N. Even Daniel hasn't seen me wearing it.' Jihyo said with a sad face. You comeback and give her one more kiss and leave eventually.

You back to your room and finally start to sleep, it's already midnight. You think about tomorrow's date with Momo before you fall asleep.

I'll wake the next morning well rested and ready for the day.

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haiiii i really like your writing and i was wondering if i could request a fic for the batfam and a he/they reader who has chronic pain and is going through a pretty not fun flare up and feels bad bc they haven't been able to patrol or help the others for a while, and can you make it really comforting

-🔆🦈(so i can find this later)

Hi sweetie, thank you for this request! I tried my best for it to be a gentle and comforting short oneshot.

This is my first platonic!batfamilly story, it was really fun to write. Hope you'll enjoy too!

FRIENDS ARE THE BEST PAINKILLERS (GN!reader x platonic!batfamilly)

Warnings: no proof reading, chronically ill!reader, reader!vigilante, mentions of pain, self pity and guilt, fluff and comfort

You wish the pain would go away now. 

You wish your body and mind would work together, instead of fighting each other. Weren’t they supposed to play on the same team?

Speaking of a team, you were watching the news. The Batfamily was all out tonight as some villains escaped Arkham. You were worried about them. You knew they were well trained people, but anything could happen to them.

And more than anything you were feeling guilty because you couldn't help them for another emergency. You were supposed to be one of them, you were supposed to be a vigilante too, and yet you couldn’t count how many patrols you skipped by then. 

You hated yourself for not being able to help. You couldn’t wait for the chronic pain to go away so you would be back on the field. You promised yourself you would work twice as hard to compensate. Yeah, you needed to prove to everyone that you were still worth it, that you were still part of the team.

You kept watching the news, your eyes glued to your phone.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the Batfamily brought everyone back to Arkham after a couple of hours.

You were proud of your people. You knew they were the best, and once again they showed it. 

Without thinking about it, you opened the group chat you had with them. You hadn’t sent messages in there for days now, too ashamed to reply. You wanted them to forget about you. But at the same time you missed your friends. 

“Hey guys, great job tonight! Hopefully I'll be by your side next time you'll need help” you sent while biting on your lips. 

You were such a loser, you thought. They clearly didn't need your help. You were about to put your phone down when you received a notification from Dick

“That would be great! We've been missing you. And you're truly the only one who appreciate my jokes here” you smiled as you read the messages

“Where have you been?” Jason asked you as he was away with Artemis and Bizarro when your illness had resurfaced again

“Home. Chronic pain and all. Life sucks” you replied

“It's okay, don't beat yourself up and come back when you'll be ready” Bruce sent you and you had to admit you had to read over and over again his message, feeling giddy.

Batman wasn't often messaging you, especially such encouraging words. You felt warmth blossoming inside your chest.

“Thanks a lot” you could only typed away

“You hungry? We were about to go to Batburgers. We could eat over at your place if you're not too tired?” Stephanie offered and it made you smile even more.

“I'd love that” you instantly replied

You told them what you would like and then waited for them. 

You slowly but surely clean up a little bit around even if it wasn't something they wouldn't have seen at their own place before. But you wanted them to feel good in your home, like you were feeling good around them.

A few instants later, you heard laughter echoing in your building corridors and you went to open the door. It was smelling fried food and it was also bringing you quite a lot of comfort. It might be a better night than you anticipated. 

When you saw them, you felt so grateful to have them.

Cassandra was the first one to reach for you and she gently hugged you, careful not to hurt you. You hugged her back before greeting everyone else. They all softly hugged you or embraced your shoulders. You leaned down to peck at Barbara’s cheek as she also came. The only one missing was Bruce but you didn’t really think he would be part of the improvised party. 

Tim, Jason and Damian started to gather seats around your table that was way too small for that many people, but as always, you all found a way to make room for everyone. 

Soon enough you were eating fries and chuckling at Jason's annoying remarks thrown at Dick. Barbara made a sarcastic comment about Tim who huffed and turned towards you.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that under your roof?” He asked you and you tried not to smile at that

“Yeah, no. Barbara, please stop. Can't you attack someone of your size for once?” you said to which Jason and Stephanie loudly laughed as Damian grinned

“Hey, Y/N” Tim huffed, faking offense “I thought you were on my side” 

“Oh no, I'm always on the side of the strongest” you shrugged “And Babs can too easily kick my ass or fry my phone, so yeah sticking by her side” you replied

“Smart move” Barbara hummed in approval

You continued to chat around, realising that for once the pain was bearable. Maybe it was because you were surrounded by people who loved you and made you happy. Cassandra put a hand on yours so your attention would be on her.

“You good?” She signed to you and you shrugged

“Right now yes, but this was truly a bad flare up and I don’t see the end of it” you admitted

“I'm sorry about that. We should have come over sooner” she said and you shook your head

“You guys are busy, it's okay” you smiled

“L/N have you eaten enough lately? You seem like you haven't got all your much needed nutritions" Damian's voice interrupted your discussion with Cassandra. 

You arched an eyebrow at that, surprised the grumpy boy seemed to care about you.

“Oh well, it's true I haven't been the best with food lately” you sheepishly admitted and Stephanie gently stroked your arm to comfort you. “But it's okay” you quickly added as everyone’s attention was now on you, and it was making you feel a little bit shy.

“Of course it is not. A warrior needs food to properly function. I will ask Alfred to cook for you and to send you the meals” Damian said and you had to admit you were half embarrassed, half exploding with joy to be under everyone's care.

“You don't have to bother him for me” you tried to refuse but Damian tutted you

“Nonsense”

“Good idea, Dami!” Dick nodded “it's true you need food and we'll deliver it to you so we'll be sure you'll eat it all” he added

“I take the first delivery” Jason said and instantly everyone started to argue over it. 

You leaned onto your seat and smiled to yourself. 

Life wasn’t that bad after all.

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 9

Previous Chapter: Part 8 | Next Chapter: Part 10 Coming Soon!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Smut

🚫🔞THIS IS AN ADULT BLOG CONTAINING EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, A18+ ONLY.🔞🚫

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes

Ten minutes later, you rejoin the party feeling refreshed. It seems that you haven’t missed much in the half hour that you were gone – everyone is munching on sweets and chatting animatedly. The vibe is happy and your peers are still buzzing with delight from the spin the bottle game.

You cruise through the common area where classmates are lounging with friends on the couches and across the floor. You see a few couples necking in the corners, and one in particular catches your eye. Tucked under the window towards the back are Hitoshi Shinsou and Nieto Monoma, locked in an amorous embrace.

Hitoshi is sitting with his back against the wall, Monoma in his lap. They’re making out lazily, blissed out and wrapped up in their own world. The purple haired hero has one hand at the nape of Monoma’s neck, the other creeping up under the hem of his shirt. Nieto has his hands cupping Shinsou’s delicate face. The blonde’s eyes glued shut as he presses his mouth to Hitoshi’s lips again and again and again. It looks as if he can’t believe his luck – he kisses Hitoshi as if they’re locked in a dream and he might wake up at any moment.

You smile quietly; glad to see that the night is going well in the romance department for others aside from you. With a start, you think of Mina and scan the crowd in search of a pink head of hair. You don’t see her on any of the couches or in the hallway. Instead, you find Toru in the kitchen chatting with Tsu and Ochaco, still giggling over her kiss with Oiiro.

“Y/N!” She squeals as she grabs your arm and pulls you into the little group of girls. “Did you see it happen? Oh my GOD wasn’t it romantic!?” She gushes. You grin and nod as she rates the softness of Ojiro’s lips (a solid 8 out of 10) and wonders how defined his abs are under his simple grey t-shirt (since the guy spends most of his off time training in a dojo, you all guess that his abs are likely a 10 out of 10).

Someone passes you a slice of cake on a neat blue All Might plate. You suspect that Midoriya was tasked with the party supply-shopping list. You take a look around the kitchen and sure enough…All Might branded party wear as far as the eye can see. Your teacher’s beefy figure adorns every paper cup, napkin and plate within a ten-foot radius. Note to self – for the next party, put someone cool in charge of party supplies (Jirou is the obvious future choice).

As you munch on the cake and listen to Toru analyze Ojiro’s body language during their kiss, you glance around the rest of the room. Members of Classes A and B are chilling around the space chatting and laughing. It looks like this party will go well into the night. You’re proud of all that you’ve accomplished with your friends – your dream party has finally gotten off the ground! Then you remember why you were scouting out the kitchen in the first place.

You interrupt Toru’s gushing. “Have you seen Mina?”

Toru turns to you, her invisible hands gesturing towards the hallway. “She went off with Kirishima.” She says slyly. “I wonder what they’re up to…I bet it’s more kissing.” She makes a bunch of smoochy noises and Ochaco and Tsu laugh good-naturedly.

“It’s true – we saw them walk off a half hour ago, I think they were going for a walk along the grounds, ribbit.” Tsu says in her usual warbley tone.

“Thanks guys – I’m gonna go look for her!” You call over your shoulder as you move swiftly towards the exit.

As you walk back into the common room, a familiar flash of red and white catches your eye. You see Shoto standing in the corner chatting with Tokoyami and Midoriya. He’s wearing a freshly laundered set of black joggers with a white t-shirt. The joggers fit his trim frame so well you almost salivate at the way they hang off his hips. He feels your gaze and glances your way, and your eyes lock. For a moment, the air between you feels like pure heat. You suck in a slow breath, willing your pussy to chill the fuck out for a minute – you need to go check on your friend! You shoot Shoto a grin before breezing out into the hall and towards Mina’s room. You feel the heat of his eyes on your back as you leave, sending goose bumps up your spine. You hope the other guys don’t notice the way he’s watching your ass as you turn the corner.

Mina’s dorm room is on the fourth floor, so you need to jog up a few flights of stairs to get to her. When you finally knock on her colorful, magnet-covered door, you get no response.

“Mina, it’s me! Open up!” You pound a little harder on the door with your fist. You hear a light sniffle come from the other side of the wall.  “I know you’re in there!”

Finally, after a few minutes of begging and cajoling, Mina opens up the door to pull you inside. She looks a mess – tear-streaked makeup runs down her cheeks and there are mascara stains on her cute crop top. Her hair is rumpled and her dark eyes aren’t as bright as usual.

“Mina – are you alright!?” You’re shocked at her disheveled appearance. Mina has always been the type of person who stays upbeat no matter the circumstance. You’ve seen her fight villains and fail math tests and still keep the good vibes going. She’s never looked so utterly defeated.

Your friend locks the door behind you and sinks into a fuzzy pink beanbag near her desk. “I think I messed up big time, Y/N.” She chokes out as she starts to cry. Thinking quickly, you grab a tissue box off of her bedside table and toss a few tissues in her direction. She catches them gratefully and blows her nose thickly into one of the squares.

You pretend you have no idea what happened. How would you even explain to her that you overheard her argument with Kirishima while you were holed up in a utility closet with Shoto? No way are you ready to have that conversation with your friend. You aren’t ready to talk about your whole Shoto situation with anyone. Maybe someday, but not right now. You decide the best thing to do is to play dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Kirishima…he’s r-really pissed at me. I shouldn’t have pulled a stunt and kissed him like that. It’s not what he w-w-wanted!” She stifles a sob with her hand. “I think I crossed a major boundary with him and fucked up absolutely everything.”

You pat her back as she cries and offer her another tissue. She gratefully accepts as you mull over what you want to say to her. “I’m sure that everything is fine! You know Kirishima! He’s a ball of sunshine I’m sure he’s already over it. How could he be mad – he got to kiss the coolest girl in our year!” You try to sound upbeat. You’re fairly certain that after Kirishima cools down he’ll get over this and want to reconcile with Mina. Holding a grudge just isn’t in his nature.

“You don’t get it Y/N – you didn’t see his face when we were talking. He looked devastated.” She blows her nose again. “He wanted his first kiss – our first kiss – to be special. And I blew it by making a big scene, as per usual.” She wipes at her eyes pathetically. “I don’t think there’s a way to come back from this.”

You wrap your arm around Mina, letting her cry for a few minutes before you propose a solution. “I think that what Kirishima needs is some time alone to process his feelings. Once he’s ready – I think you give him a sincere apology. Tell him you understand where he’s coming from, and you should have taken his feelings into consideration. Don’t be flirty about it, just be honest. And then if he accepts your apology, you ask for a do-over.”

“A do-over?” Mina asks, mascara still smudged across her bright pink cheeks.

“A do-over. Ask him for every single detail of what he envisioned for your first kiss together. Then, you bring it to life for him. You plan the perfect first do-over kiss and you make it the most romantic, manly kiss he could ever dream of. Do everything exactly the way he wants. Tell him the first kiss was a fluke since everyone was watching – tell him that the kiss that matters is the one that only the two of you know about.”

Mina is silent for a moment as she contemplates this, fat tears still rolling down her bright cheeks.

“Oh wow. You’re good.” Mina says in disbelief, wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. “That might actually work!?” She peers up at you as if seeing you for the first time. “Are you some kind of secret romance expert?”

You laugh loudly at this. “No way! Have you ever known me to get involved with romance? All I got out of spin the bottle was a kiss on the cheek.” You lie, hoping to cover your butt. You start to worry that all of these lies are going to catch up to you soon. If your friends find out about you and Shoto…they are going to be royally pissed off.

“I don’t know…” Mina says suspiciously. “There’s been something off about you lately.”

“W-what?” Oh crap.

“Yeah – ever since you started texting with Honenuki you’ve been a little flustered. You must really like him.” She waggles her eyebrows, already coming back to her usual teasing self. You sigh, exasperated. You take a measured breath, thinking through what you’re about to say.

“Listen, Mina. If I tell you something private – will you clean yourself up and get back to having fun at the party?” You say slowly, trying to keep your face arranged in a serious expression.

Mina practically hits the ceiling she jumps up off of the beanbag chair so fast.

“Absolutely!! What juicy secrets have you been keeping from me, girl!?”

“Nothing juicy! It’s just that…I don’t like Honenuki that way. Sure, he’s very sweet and friendly and he’s kinda cute – but I’m not interested in him like that. Actually…I have a crush on someone in the hero course. Someone else. But that’s all that you’re getting out of me right now!” You wave your hands dismissively. You’ve told her all she needs to know for now. You can’t reveal anything about Shoto just yet – not until you both are on the same page about other people knowing.

Mina squeals something unintelligible and hops around you. “A crush! A crush! A crush! We should make vision boards about this!” You laugh at her enthusiasm, marveling at the way nothing can keep Mina down for long. You’ll tell her about Shoto eventually. You’ll have to – she and Toru are your best friends in the world. How could you keep such a massive secret from them!?

Mina is a good friend. Despite her overenthusiastic approach to, well, everything, she respects your wish not to divulge any additional information about your crush. You refocus back to Mina’s needs. You help Mina clean herself up – she removes her runny makeup with a washcloth and reapplies a fresh coat of mascara to her lashes. Once she dawns a final swipe of cherry lip smackers, you know she’s mostly back to normal.

“You ready to get back out there?” You ask her, checking your own reflection in the mirror and making sure your hair isn’t rumbled from your romp in the closet with Shoto.

She looks at you through the reflection of the mirror and makes a simpering face. “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”

You both laugh. “But yeah – I’m ready. Let’s get back to it. I’m dying to see how Hitoshi is acting around Neito now that they’ve publically sucked face.” She says enthusiastically. You open the door and usher her through.

“Oh just you wait.” You say conspiratorially, a giggle rising up in  your throat. “Hitoshi can’t keep his hands off of Neito. He’s like an octopus.”

“No. Fuckin’. Way.” Mina says, breathless. “I love it when a ship works out.”

“Yeah Monoma is so lucky!” You close her dorm door behind you. “Wow, what a night!” The lock clicks into place and you start to make your way down the hall, following in Mina’s springy footsteps. “This party business is truly exhausting.”

“Yeah…I think we’ve done enough spin the bottle for one night.” She concedes, fluffing up her hair as the two of you stroll down the hallway and back towards the common area.

“Oh! Speaking of which, I have a question for you.” You reach out and grab her arm to pull her back lightly. She comes to a stop and looks back at you, her dark eyes sparkling curiously in the fluorescent hall light.

“What’s up?”

“How did you rig ‘Spin The Bottle’ to ensure that all of your ships had to kiss? And don’t lie to me, I know you set the whole thing up somehow. Shinsou and Monoma. Toru and Ojiro. Kaminari and Jirou. You and Kirishima and all the rest – there’s no possible way that those match ups all happened by chance.” You give her an appraising look, still not comprehending how she pulled the whole thing off.

Mina grins, eyes glinting. “Oh, that. Yeah, you got me. So listen to this - you know that girl I invited from the General Studies Course? The one who kissed Shoto?”

You nod, feeling a bit of a sting in your heart as you recall the sweet little kiss Shoto bestowed on the pretty General Studies girl.

“Well…” Mina continues, really drawing out the reveal. “Her quirk is light telekinesis. She can control inanimate objects that weigh a few pounds. Not a super heroic quirk, but a pretty useful power when it comes down to it. She was the one making sure that the bottle landed on the right person each time. I gave her a list of all of the potential Spin The Bottle pairings I wanted to make happen, and she made sure every single one came to fruition. Any time someone spun the bottle, she used her quirk to have it land on specific people.”

Your jaw drops.  The two of you stare at each other for a moment – Mina preening while you stand in stunned silence.

“Oh my goodness. Mina…that’s insane. Genius, but insane. How did you even think of this? How did you meet her? And why didn’t you tell me and Toru!?” So many questions are swirling around your head. Usually the three of you share everything. Mina is a notorious gossip – so how did she manage to pull this off without letting any info slip to you and Toru? It looks like you’re not the only friend in this group with secrets

“Okay, don’t be mad.” Mina holds up her hands as if in surrender. She can see your brain working overtime to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. “I had to keep it a secret – she didn’t want anyone else to know she was involved beforehand and run the risk of getting in trouble if we got caught during the planning stages of the party. Apparently Fujita is in talks for a prestigious internship program and she’s trying to be extra careful so that she doesn’t jeopardize her chance to get chosen. In fact, I think she dipped as soon as the game was done.”

“As for how I met her…well, remember how I’ve been working on a new Ultimate Move lately? A few weeks ago, I realized that I needed better Support Items in order to execute the new move. I really wanted a more supportive sneaker that would allow me to shoot out acid and glide around, you know? So I went to the Support workshop looking for some help and that’s where I met her. We immediately hit it off – she’s super friendly and cool! She was doing some research on how to market Support gear and was asking Hatsume some questions about her work. We all started chatting about our quirks and stuff pretty naturally…and then the three of us started saying hello in the hallways and becoming friendlier. I was thinking about our Spin The Bottle plan during class one day, and wondering how on Earth I would make sure that I got to kiss Kirishima and his gorgeous face. And the idea just came to me. I asked her a few days later and she said she’d do it, but for a price.” Mina raises her eyebrows and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to piece things together.

“She wanted a kiss from Shoto.” You breathe out.

“Bingo!” Mina says, pointing your way. She starts to walk down the hall again, pulling you along with her. “Ever since the Sports Festival, she’s had a huge crush on our Icy Hot classmate. I guess he went to the Support Lab, too, asking for some items and they chatted a bit. She’s, like, head over heels for his ass. So I told her that I would set up the situation at the party where she’d get a shot at kissing Shoto. And, obviously, she agreed!”

“Huh. Wow. Um…just curious, what specifically does she like about Todoroki?” You try to sound casual but you feel yourself starting to sweat. Don’t be to obvious!

“What isn’t there to like about Shoto!?” Mina practically squeals. “I did ask her, though. She likes his intensity and his attention to detail. Also his hands.”

“His hands!?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah.” Mina holds out her own hands before her face thoughtfully. “She was really embarrassed about it, but she said she likes how big his hands are. Said it was Hot with a capital H. And that got me thinking…Kirishima’s hands are pretty fuckin’ hot too. Like, he’s just so strong. Imagine what he could do with those bulky hands of his in bed.” She cackles.

“MINA!” You say, scandalized.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She says, dropping her arms to her sides as she giggles, seemingly back to normal. You have a feeling she’s not kidding though.

“As for why I didn’t tell you and Toru…I wanted it to be a surprise. Toru’s been dying to kiss Ojiro and I wanted to give you a shot at something fun with Honenuki since he seemed really interested in you lately. But my bad for pushing you towards him since you’re obviously into someone else. Maybe I should have told you guys upfront.” She’s quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. “This is like what Kirishima was upset about, isn’t it? Maybe…maybe sometimes I just move forward with things without thinking about how it will impact others. I need to consider that everyone’s feelings are just as important, if not more important than my own. Especially when it comes to people I care about. That’s a lesson I really need to take to heart.”

“We all have things we need to work on.” You say kindly. “We are just high schoolers. We’re all changing and learning every day. Isn’t that the whole point of growing up?”

Mina smiles at you, all teeth. “You know, you’re pretty wise Y/N. For a dumbass.”

“I could say the same about you, Pinky.”

The two of you laugh as you turn the corner back into the common area.

“In any case…I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position. I was too excited for my own good about the whole Spin The Bottle shipping thing. Can you forgive me?” She looks at you pleadingly with her wide, black eyes.

“Of course.” You say. And it’s true – you do forgive her. “I’m thinking maybe we don’t tell the rest of the class about the way you rigged Spin the Bottle. Apologizing for that might cause a lot more harm than good.”

Mina frowns. “I feel guilty now, though. Did I trick everyone?”

“Hmm…I think that if we stop the game here, we’re fine. A few of our friends definitely weren’t thrilled about participating…Tokoyami, Momo and Shoto all come to mind. Maybe you can just give them each a quick apology and tell them you’re sorry you pushed things so far.”

“Hmmm…yeah.” Mina’s face flushes with embarrassment as she recalls the way that she essentially forced your classmates to participate in the game. “That was so dumb of me, I really shouldn’t have made everyone uncomfortable. What kind of hero does something like that?”

“Hey. Hey, it’s fine Mina! You’re fine! Remember what I said…we’re learning and growing. We’re allowed to make mistakes as long as we own up to them and try to be better next time. It’s alright.” You reach out and wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze. She sighs and glances over at you, her face still pinker than normal.

“Ugh I just feel so guilty. And poor Kirishima…he’s so mad.” Mina groans, leaning into your hug.

“I have confidence you’ll find a way to make things right.” You give her a squeeze and then let go. “Honestly…I think you did put some great couples together. A lot of people were thrilled with how the game went. I bet Kaminari is walking on air right now.”

“Oh god. Yeah I forgot about that.” Mina lets out a rough laugh. “Do you think we should we tell Toru?”

“Yeah, let’s fill her in later. I think she’d want to know. And I don’t think she’ll be mad about it.” You start walking again towards the common room. “A few minutes ago she was rating the softness of Ojiro’s lips, so I think she’s pretty pleased with how the whole thing shook out.”

“Ha…yeah, I knew she’d be excited about Tailman.” Mina grins as you round the corner and re-enter the party. You look around the common area and see that everyone is gathered around Ochaco who is proudly holding a brightly colored box aloft.

“Who want’s to play Twister!?” She calls out and everyone cheers. It’s a good night.

A large group of your friends flock over to Monoma who starts laying out the Twister mat. You watch from a far, smirking as Izuku grabs the spinner and starts calling out instructions to the others. Everyone’s scrambling across the slick plastic, laughing and slipping and having fun.

You and Mina wade through the rest of the crowd on the hunt for Toru. Mina veers off towards the kitchen to grab a coke while you scan the common area. On your trek across the room, you see your phone lying abandoned on the ground next to one of the couches.

“Oh, shit – there’s my phone!” You hadn’t realized that you’d left it on the floor during the game. You bend down to scoop it up, clicking open the lock screen and see a series of frantic texts.

Hatsume: Time’s up!

Hatsume: That was a lot of fun, let’s do it again sometime! I learned so much from Mr. King and can’t wait to make some modifications to my drone babies.

Hatsume: Are you seeing these? Mr. King will probably be at the dorms in 5 minutes.

Hatsume: No one else is answering their phones. Remind me to give you all smart watches next time we do something like this – I have a brand new design I’ve been working on that would be absolutely perfect for a situation like this. Here, I’m attaching the schematics in case you want to take a look!

Hatsume: I hope that you were able to break up the party before Mr. King arrived. Thanks again for the awesome testing opportunity for my babies!

Your eyes grow wider with each text you read. You feel panic rising in your chest – you have to say something. You need to tell everyone to leave! But you’re so overwhelmed and you didn’t come up with a party evacuation plan (how stupid of you!!) and now you can’t seem to get a sound past your lips.

At some point Toru has arrived and come to stand next to you.

“Y/N?” Toru says slowly, reaching out to shake your shoulder with an invisible hand.

“Toru – where’s your phone!?” Is the first thing your brain and mouth can agree on saying. The words fly from your lips so quickly it comes out as a garbled mess. Toru stands silently, her invisible face likely sporting a gob smacked expression.

“What?”

“Your. Phone.” You try to stay calm and annunciate, but your mind is flying. Everywhere you look there’s evidence that a party is taking place – there’s decorations and bowls of chips and riotous partying UA students. It would be impossible to clean up everything in under a minute.

“Oh! I think I left it on the charger in the kitchen. Remember you plugged it in and admonished me for now having charged it? I bet if I had left it be it would still be in my pocket with a decent charge.” You realize she’s absolutely right – you had taken her phone away from her to charge. You curse yourself silently, looking around desperately for Mina in the crowd.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Toru grabs your phone out of your hands and her eyes fly across the messages.

“Oh, shit.” She says frantically, waving her arms around in that characteristic frenzied way of hers. “Um. Um! Everybody! Mr. King is on his way! We gotta get out of here - !”

But no one can hear her over Hitoshi and Neito’s Cloak and Dagger Melodies party playlist. The music is bumping and everyone is chatting and having a great time. You desperately search for a hint of glossy blonde hair – where the hell is Neito? You need to pause this goddamn playlist ASAP and get everyone’s attention.

You scan the crowd frantically, and your heart leaps when you see a tuft of purple gelled hair off to your right.

“Toru – go find Mina! Tell her what’s going on! And tell people to go and hide in Class A’s dorm rooms!” You quickly shove her away.

You march your way through the dancing crowd, pushing friends and classmates aside as you stomp towards a slim, purple haired figure. As you get closer, you’re exasperated to see that Neito and Hitoshi have resumed their make out session. They’re standing in the center of the makeshift dance floor; swaying softly to the beat of whatever 80s New Wave song is playing. Hitoshi’s large hands are gripping Neito’s cute waist as he lavishes slow, deliberate kisses on your friend. For his part, Neito has his fingers wrapped up in Hitoshi’s thick hair. He looks like he’s ascending to heaven.

“Oh my GOD – guys! Cut it out!” You screech, reaching to grab at Neito’s shoulders so you can pull him away from Hitoshi.

“Y/N…?” Neito gasps as he shakes his head and comes back to himself. He looks absolutely punch drunk with glazed eyes and a blissful expression.

Hitoshi glares at you, annoyance dancing in his dark irises. “Homophobic, much?” He says sarcastically, hands angling to grab Neito’s face so he can get back to work kissing the blonde senseless.

“Guys. Guys!” You throw up your hands in a fine impression of Toru. “Cut the music. Mr. King is on his way over!”

Neito and Hitoshi stare at you as your words register. It only takes a moment for Neito to start panicking. He pushes Hitoshi away from him with a flourish, the purple haired boy stumbling backwards as he scrambles to pull his phone from his tight jeans pocket.

“What do you mean Mr. King is on his way over!?” Neito shrieks, grabbing you by the shoulders and giving you a haphazard shake. “I thought Hatsume had this covered!”

“You know as well as I do that she was only going to be able to buy us a bit of time.” You say, flustered. “Now we need to focus on party evacuation!”

Hitoshi finally fishes his phone out of his tight jeans pocket and hits pause on the Spotify playlist. His expression matches Neito’s – eyes wide with panic. You can almost read his mind here – he worked so hard to get into the Hero Course. Was he going to be caught and kicked out for attending this little shindig? You feel guilt flood your stomach at the thought.

The speaker across the room goes silent, but no one seems to notice. Classes A and B are all babbling and laughing and chatting across the common area and kitchen. Not good. You had been hoping that turning off the music would get everyone’s attention.

Okay okay okay…you can do this! You’re a hero in training! You can come up with a plan!

Your eyes search the crowded room wildly and land on Momo. She’s chatting animatedly to Kendo a few feet to your left. An idea crackles into your brain – you scurry over to her.

“Momo!” You grab her arm and yank her away from Kendo. “I need you to make something really fast. Mr. King is on his way and we need a way to get everyone’s attention.”

Momo stares at you for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She opens and closes her mouth quickly, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Come on, Momo!” You grab her bare, muscled arm and give it a tiny shake. “It’s go time!”

“Right!” She says more to herself than to you. She raises her arm above her head and a small cannon noise fills the room as confetti explodes from her bare elbow. Okay! This is good! You can work with this! Thank God for Momo and her quick thinking.

The entire room goes silent and heads turn to look at you and Momo.

“The teachers are on their way! Everyone choose a buddy from Class A and go hide in their dorm for a bit. We’ll send out a text once the coast is clear.” Momo calls out, ever the strategist.

No one moves. It’s so quiet; you could hear a limited edition mini All Might action figure drop to the ground. Your nerves are absolutely fried.

“Why isn’t everyone moving!?” You call out at them desperately. Everyone looks at you with blank expressions. You search their faces – Neito’s eyes are wide with panic, he looks like he may faint. When your eyes lock, he raises a shaky hand to point behind you.

Slowly, you turn around to face the doorway, following his sightline.

Mr. Vlad King stands tall in the door, a hulking figure casting a shadow across the party. In one massive hand he holds the crushed remains of one of Hatsume’s drones. In the other, he’s holding up a cowering Mineta by one of his purple head balls.

Oh no.

“Hello, class.” He says in that signature growl of his. “I’m going to need someone to explain what’s going on here.”

He drops the drone and it hits the hardwood floor with a tiny “clang!”

You’re all in deep shit.

The room is absolutely silent. Mr. King places Mineta on the ground softly and your classmate scampers into the crowd to stand next to Shoji. The little guy looks fine – he’s completely unscathed from Hatsume’s distraction.

Mr. King looks around slowly, his eyes trained on each of his students as he waits for an answer. He lets his gaze linger on Kendo – as the class rep; she would typically be the first to speak up in a situation like this. But even her bright eyes are downcast and her mouth is clamped shut in a thin, guilty line.

“Well?”

No one says anything. The silence is deafening. 

There’s a beat, then Neito steps forward.

“I’m sorry, King Sensei. I organized this illegal party and I asked Hatsume to help distract you. I’ve been incredibly dishonest and I fully accept responsibility and punishment for this.”

Vlad King’s jaw practically drops in shock. Classes A and B look on and a general air of astonishment washes over the room. Neito Monoma is not one to take on the blame for anything, let alone an illegal party involving his peers.

“Neito…you did this? And you’re…taking responsibility?” Mr. King looks downright proud.

Neito smiles softly, nervously. “Yeah.”

Mr. King blinks and then looks around at the room, taking in the faces of his and Aizawa’s students. Everyone looks uncomfortable and guilty. He looks back at Neito thoughtfully. “We’re going to have a long talk about this.”

Neito nods, accepting his fate. His expression is surprisingly serene. He doesn’t try to defend his actions or distract Mr. King by waxing poetic about how superior Class B is. He just stands there, willing to accept whatever punishment or disappointment Mr. King is going to waylay him with.

But Mr. King doesn’t press any harsh words onto Monoma or the rest of his students. He just looks out at the class a bit sadly and says: “Alright. Let’s clean this place up – everyone pitch in.” He doesn’t sound angry, just very tired. The deep lines of his face are creased from exhaustion. You see a light scratch across his left cheek – did Hatsume’s drones do that? Suddenly you feel a deep sense of remorse. It was unfair of you to think of Mr. King as just an authority figure to avoid and trick. You look at the tired teacher and realize with a jolt that you had forgotten his humanity, and you weren’t feeling very heroic about it. Perhaps you and your friends had gone too far in pursuit of a silly party.

Classes A and B are silent as they take down the decorations and clean the floor, tossing plastic plates and cutlery in the trash. There are so many people crowded into the space – it only takes a few minutes to return the room to its former UA glory. Shoji and Tokoyami remove all of the dark tablecloths from the windows, and Tsu uses her tongue to take down the streamers and hanging decorations.

Without all of the décor, you can see the stars winking brightly through the tall windows. You feel a deep sense of regret as you think back to how just a few hours earlier you and your friends were running and laughing, carefree, under that same night sky. You’d give anything to turn back the clock and go back to that moment.

“Alright. Class A – go to your dorm rooms. I’ll be back to check on everyone – I do not want anyone back in the common area until morning. Class B, walk with me. We’re headed back to your dorm building.” Mr. King waits for Class A to disperse – you all trudge towards your rooms, heads hung low with guilt.

As you pass Honenuki, he reaches out lightly to grab your hand and give it the tiniest of squeezes. Your eyes lock with his for a moment, you’re surprised at the warmth in his expression. It’s like being hugged.

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When you finally reach your room, you’re grateful to be alone. You close the door soundly behind you and turn the lock before you let the tears come. You’re embarrassed and ashamed and…well, honestly you’re pretty scared. You have no idea what Mr. Aizawa will do or say when he returns and hears about the horrible mess of a party you and your friends have organized. It was kind of Neito to take the blame, but the truth will come out eventually. There’s no way you’ll let him take the fall for all of this. You wonder if what you’ve done is grounds for expulsion. Mr. Aizawa has expelled students for far less…

You shake your head and try to breathe deeply as the tears roll down your face. Your phone starts to buzz – it’s a FaceTime request from Mina. You quickly click it open and see that Toru is on the line as well. Mina’s face is pale with shock, Toru (as per usual) hovers invisibly in the tiny video square, and you are the only one crying.

Mina breaks the silence immediately.

“WOW WOW WOW OKAY!” Mina practically screams into the phone. “We need to get our stories straight, like, now.”

“How did we not see that coming? How did we not think of an escape plan!?” Toru cries out into the phone, all emotion. Huh, maybe she’s crying too. It’s hard to tell since she’s invisible.

“I know. I feel like we screwed up big time, y’all.” You sniffle, whipping your nose with the back of your hand.

“I left my phone in my room like an idiot!” Mina pulls at her curly hair in irritation.

“And I left mine in the kitchen on the charger! I can’t believe I didn’t have it on me during the party. I’m an idiot” Toru shakes her phone for good measure, and her tiny image on your screen vibrates with the motion.

“I just got too distracted by the party. I didn’t even think to check my phone once the party was in full swing. Y’all…as heroes, we lost focus during the mission. We let ourselves get sidetracked and caught up in the action.” You grumble guiltily. “We didn’t spend time thinking through the big picture.”

“Ugh, you’re so right Y/N.” Toru whimpers. “We should have treated this like a full class mission and planned out our exit/extraction.”

“Well. I guess that’s another lesson learned for tonight.” Mina sighs out. “Now let’s get our stories together.Just what are we going to tell Mr. King and Mr. Aizawa when they start asking questions? It was nice of Neito to take the fall initially, but eventually the teachers are going to want the full story.”

“Ugh. You’re right.” You groan, face palming. “We’ll really need to think this through.”

You hear a knock at your door and you stiffen. Has Vlad King really returned from the Class B dorms this quickly?

“Hold on guys.” You place your phone down and rise to answer the door. When you turn the knob and wrench it open, you’re surprised to find Hitoshi Shinsou standing in your doorway.

“I have a plan.” He says simply, pushing past you and into your room. From the ground, you can hear Mina and Toru arguing loudly over FaceTime. Shinsou bends down and scoops up the phone, holding it so that his pale face is on camera. “I know how we can potentially get out of this. We need to get Neito on the line as soon as he’s back in his room.”

Shinsou sends a hasty text to Neito from his own phone, and the four of you wait in silence for a few minutes. Finally, after what seems like ages, Neito requests to join the FaceTime.

His tiny face pops up on the screen. His blonde hair is still neatly gelled, but it’s clear that he’s changed into his pajamas since you saw him ten minutes ago.

“Great job, Neito.” You praise and he beams. Who would have guessed that he’d be so ready to take the fall for the party?

“Yeah – I can’t believe you did that!” Toru squeals out in admiration. “That was so cool of you!”

“Alright – quit stroking his ego.” Hitoshi smirks, crowding next to you so that your faces are squished together on camera.

“Shinsou said that he has a plan.” You fill in Neito as Mina and Toru go on mute. You pass your phone to your purple haired classmate and duck out of the frame. “It’s all you, Mind Jack.”

Shinsou rolls his eyes at the use of his hero name and holds the phone at eye level.

“So here’s what I think we need to say…”

As it turns out, Mr. Aizawa and Mr. King had been trying to figure out a way to bring both of the classes together for a long while. They hated the growing division between Classes A and B. In past years, the classes had never been so at odds. But, the events of the year had lead to Class A being thrown in the spotlight, and Class B feeling some sort of way about it. Mr. Aizawa had brought this up on occasion to Shinsou during their extra training sessions. Apparently, he often liked to pick Hitoshi’s brain and get his opinions on lesson planning and class issues. It was good to have a teen on the inside.

“Hitoshi…you’re a genius.” Mina’s voice crackles over the phone as she unmutes herself. “Alright, so we’re all on the same page here? As long as we don’t mention the alcohol I don’t think we should get in too much trouble.”

Since you had all so meticulously removed the brand label from the bottle, there really isn’t a way to prove that alcohol had been involved. Plus, no one had imbibed enough to actually get drunk, sick or sloppy.

“But what about Hatsume’s involvement?” Neito chimes in.

“We don’t know how much Mr. King knows yet. He might not have even seen her. And maybe they won’t be able to trace those drones back to her?” You say hopefully, looking over at Hitoshi for input.

“Let’s try to get the teachers to do most of the talking tomorrow so we can deduce how much they’ve put together. Then we lean into the whole ‘building inter-class camaraderie” theme hard. Maybe Mr. Aizawa will be proud of Mineta stepping up and taking one for the team as the distraction.” Hitoshi shrugs. “To be honest, Aizawa doesn’t care much for Mineta so maybe he’d be impressed by his ‘act of selflessness.’”

“Well…” Toru says nervously into the phone.

“What?” Hitoshi says blankly, turning to you for an explanation about your friend’s uneasiness with that piece of the plan.

“So. Um. Mineta didn’t volunteer to be our distraction out of the kindness of his heart.” You say awkwardly as Hitoshi’s tired eyes bore into your own. “We promised him that he’d get to kiss me in exchange for his services as bait for Mr. Vlad.”

“Damn. Offering sexual favors in exchange for services rendered? You guys are way more hardcore than I thought.” Hitoshi actually looks impressed. “So hopefully Mineta didn’t say anything about that fun little bargain to Mr. King after he got caught. Sexual Quid Pro Quo is definitely grounds for some kind of legal action or punishment.”

The blood in your veins goes cold. Shit.

“But it was his idea!” Mina shrieks through the phone’s tiny speakers. You wince at the sound. You feel shaky like you might start crying again.

“Yeah but you all agreed to it. And Mineta held up his end of the bargain. This could be really bad if the school found out about it.”

Neito mouths something angrily on the screen and the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth quirks upwards fondly.

“Neito…you’re on mute, babe.” He says in that gravely voice of his.

Monoma quickly unmutes himself and repeats what he was saying:

“But it’s only a kiss! It’s not like we promised Y/N would sleep with him or anything!” He says, gesturing wildly. His face is a bit pink in response to Hitoshi’s using such an unexpected term of endearment.

“It doesn’t matter…you still made a trade of a physical favor for a service. I don’t know what kind of punishment they’d slap you with, but this sort of thing would definitely rub the UA administration the wrong way if they found out about it. Let’s just hope Mineta didn’t say anything too incriminating. I can stop by his dorm and ask him before I got to bed, if you’d like.” Hitoshi smirks. “I think he’s afraid of me, so I’d probably be the best person to do it.”

“Could you, please?” You say in a strained voice. Hitoshi looks over and sees how pale you’ve gone, he awkwardly pats your shoulder in what he must think is a reassuring way.

“Yeah, for sure. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.” He retracts his hand from your shoulder and gives you a thumbs up.

“Alright. I think we’ve mostly got our story straight. Don’t mention the alcohol. Don’t mention me needing to kiss Mineta. Don’t mention Hatsume. Don’t mention Spin The Bottle. Say we wanted to throw a game night to promote unity and bonding between Classes A and B. We good?” You quickly recap, counting off your fingers as you make each statement. “Dang, that’s a lot to keep track of.”

Everyone nods to confirm that they’re aligned (Toru doesn’t say anything to indicate that she’s not aligned, so you assume she’s invisibly nodding).

A message appears at the top of your phone screen from Shoto, a tiny preview of his text reads out in a bubble:

Shoto: You doing alright?

You quickly move to swipe the bubble away, hyperaware that Hitoshi can see any message that flashes across your screen. You remind yourself that it’s not weird for your classmates to check up on you -  you’re one of the party ringmasters, after all! And the message Shoto had sent was completely innocent, so…

Another message from Shoto scrolls across the screen as Toru rattles off a list of questions for Hitoshi to ask Mineta. You try to swipe the message away but you accidentally pull up the text screen over your friend’s FaceTime faces.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it.  

You swipe desperately to get the text screen to disappear and after a moment succeed. Toru is still speaking, saying something about Hatsume’s drones. You throw a terrified glance at Hitoshi’s direction. He’s looking at you, violet eyes wide with shock. His eyebrows are comically far up his forehead.

Oh yeah, he definitely just got a glance at Shoto’s text.

Oh God.

He knows.

“Alright, Hagakure.” Hitoshi quickly turns back to the screen and nods in agreement at whatever your friend is saying. His facial expression instantly falls back to neutral – his eyebrows relaxing and his eyes narrowing back to their usual lazy squint. You stare straight ahead and try to keep all of your blood from rushing to your face. You feel hot all over but in a bad way. You don’t know Hitoshi super well, but you know he’s a good person. He wouldn’t spill your biggest secret to the world, right?

Hitoshi seemingly ignores you as he continues talking into the FaceTime. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Alright, I’ll ask him all of that. I think we’re all on the same page – get a good night’s sleep everyone.”

Good nights are exchanged, and one by one your friends drop off the call. Hitoshi clicks off your phone so that the screen goes back. He slowly turns to you, his expression flips back to one of uncharacteristic surprise. But his voice is as even and measured as ever when he says:

“Holy shit, Y/N. How long have you been fucking Shoto Todoroki?”

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You stare at Hitoshi, frozen in horror.

He stares back at you, thick purple eyebrows raised as he waits for your reply.

Finally, you manage to wrap your tongue around a sentence.

“I am not hooking up with Todoroki.” Your voice quavers at the end of the sentence and you know you don’t sound at all convincing.

Hitoshi crosses his arms in front of him, a smile pulling at his lips. He’s going to enjoy pulling this information out of you. Suddenly you realize something about Hitoshi Shinsou – he loves drama. He’s got to – he has the hots for Neito Monoma of all people. He must eat up theatrics for breakfast.

“Come to think of it, you and Todoroki did disappear around the same time tonight. I was looking for him earlier. I wanted to ask him to train. No one seemed to know where he’d disappeared. Kendo said the last time she’d seen him, he was hanging back from dessert to talk to you.” Hitoshi barks a low laugh. It’s not an unkind sound, but you flinch nonetheless.

“You can’t tell anyone.” The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them. You look up at him, fear etched across every inch of your face. You must look terrified, because he starts to look worried.

“What’s wrong?” He drops his arms to his sides and leans forward, his face painted in concern. “Is something bad happening? Are you alright? Take a deep breath, Y/N. It’s okay.” He reaches out a hand and plants it on your shoulder. You didn’t realize that you were starting to hyperventilate, and his touch anchors you.

You suck in a deep, rattling breath and force yourself to match his slow and even breathing pattern. The two of you sit like that for a few minutes, eyes locked and breathing deeply. He guides you through it, extending his breaths in and out and prompting you to follow his lead. After a few minutes, you start to feel better and the adrenaline of being caught fizzles away.

Hitoshi lightly kneads at your shoulder with his hand before drawing it back. “You’re okay.” He reassures you. He slowly gets to his feet. “Where do you keep your pajamas?” You point wordlessly at your dresser, indicating the second drawer. Hitoshi walks over and slowly opens the drawer, pulling out a pair of cozy sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt.

“You like My Chemical Romance?” He asks, his dimple showing as he grins down at the black skeleton covered t-shirt and walks back to you. “Here, put these on. I’ll turn around.”

You do so. You’re absolutely exhausted and coming down off of the adrenaline of the night. You’ve been through seemingly a thousand trials this evening – setting up the diversion for Mr. King. The party. Spin The Bottle. Shoto kissing Fujita. Honenuki kissing you. Having feelings about all of it.Shoto getting jealous and finger fucking you in the closet. Helping Mina sort through her feelings and her attention issues. T majority of Classes A & B being caught having an illegal party. And then, to top it all off, Hitoshi Shinsou discovering that you’ve been hooking up with UA’s most eligible bachelor. It’s far too much, and you’re starting to shut down.

You pull on your MCR t-shirt and look gratefully at the back of Hitoshi’s head as he stands chivalrously in the corner of the room while you change. He seems to understand that you’re in the middle of an adrenaline crash combined with a freak out. And he’s being…surprisingly cool about it!? He’s extending you the grace and understanding that you’d given Mina earlier that night. You feel a small glow form in your chest as you realize that Hitoshi may be a new friend, but he is a friend nonetheless.

“Hitoshi.” You say once you’ve climbed into your fluffy sweatpants and cast your party outfit to the side. “You can turn around now. I’m sorry I freaked out. Please  - you can’t tell anyone. We cannot get caught.”

Hitoshi turns around slowly, and once he confirms you’re decent he steps across the room and back towards you. He points to the bed and says simply: “Sit.” You do.

He scoops your water bottle off of your nightstand and shakes it once to ensure that it’s full of liquid. He holds it out to you and issues another command: “Drink.” You grab the bottle and untwist the top, tipping it back to take a deep gulp of the cool water inside. You didn’t realize how thirsty you’ve been. You haven’t had something to drink since you were in the kitchen setting up the party with your friends, and that was hours ago. You gratefully suck down a few more gulps.

While you’re drinking, you feel the mattress dip as Hitoshi climbs up next to you. He scoots backwards so that he can lean back against the wall.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He says simply. And you do – you tell him everything. Well, almost everything. You spare the gory, sexy details. Hitoshi Shinsou does not need to know about the way Shoto’s hands feel on your tits, nor does he need to hear about how hot Shoto’s hard cock can be when you’re stroking him through an orgasm. Obviously you leave those juicy pornographic details out of your story.

But you do tell him about how Shoto initially approached you in the library, how he had been distracted and thought the solution was a quick smooch in his dorm room. For his part, Hitoshi is an excellent listener. Your earlier theory is reinforced – the purple haired bastard loves some good drama.

“I’m sorry, back up.” Hitoshi lets out a laugh and holds up his hands to stop you as you narrate the story. “Todoroki just approached you in the library one day and straight up said ‘I think we should kiss’ in that serious fucking tone of his…and you just…agreed?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You say, grinning weakly. “I didn’t see any downsides.”

“And then he told you that he did ‘research?’ That’s too much.” Hitoshi is loving this, and you can’t help but start to laugh too.

“Yeah he watched some romantic comedies to get an idea of what kissing techniques were in style.”

“I should be taking notes. He’s a true master.” Hitoshi says almost seriously. “When I had my first kiss last year I completely panicked and we ended up knocking our teeth together.”

You hold in a peal of laughter. “Oh crap, that’s happened to Shoto and I too a few times. Wait! Who was your first kiss with!?” You whack his leg with your hand a few times excitedly and he bites his lip, debating if he should share. “I’m spilling my guts here about my illicit affair with the Number Two Heroes’ son – the very least you can do is tell me who you kissed for the first time.” You say slyly.

Hitoshi shrugs. “I don’t think this day can get much crazier, so why not?” He takes a deep breath then turns so he can look you directly in the eyes. “It was Sero.”

“Sero!?” You gasp out, hands over your mouth. Talk about hot gossip! “I thought Sero was straight?”

“Well, he could be. We weren’t exactly discussing the finer points of sexual identity when he stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“Fair.” You say, nodding. “How did it happen?”

“I had just transferred into Class A and we were hanging out, playing video games. He asked if I wanted to make out and of course I said yes. Dude’s hot as fuck.”

“I mean…I guess?” You make a face, having never had thought about Hanta Sero in a sexual context. “Hold on…Sero and Neito both have that slim pretty boy look. Oh my God Hitoshi, you have a type!”

Hitoshi furrows his eyebrows. “Oh shit. You’re right. Fuck.” Hitoshi sticks his hands in his messy hair as he processes this revelation.

“You didn’t realize this!?”

“I guess I love twinks! Sue me!” Hitoshi says, but he’s cracking up again. “He sort of leaned forward and I panicked and didn’t know what to do and I kind of jumped on him and our teeth just, like….clang!”

“Ugh.” You wince at the thought. “I mean, to be fair Hanta has great teeth. I bet that kid didn’t need braces in middle school like the rest of us. But that sounds so awkward.”

“It’s fine, we laughed it out and figured it out after a minute. We ended up making out for like two hours and by the end I had stripped him down to his underwear. It was super hot.”

“And what happened between you two?”

“We hooked up a few times. But eventually when the thrill of hooking up kind of faded we realized we’d rather just stay friends. I didn’t really feel anything for Sero aside from physically attracted to him, you know?” Hitoshi looks at you thoughtfully. “So tell me more about you and Shoto. How’d the first kiss go?”

You tell him. You explain that Shoto thought that one kiss would cure him and that he’d be able to move on from you. In the end, he had become insatiable. You tell him about how you had snuck out of Shoto’s room by climbing down the side of the building, and Hitoshi had looked fairly impressed. You mentioned meeting Endeavor in the common room as well.

“What was he like?” Hitoshi asks, intrigued to hear about Japan’s Number Two Hero.

“Why, are you a fan?”

Hitoshi shakes his head. “He was never a favorite of mine growing up. I liked the underground heroes more than anything. I like a scrappy hero who relies on their wits instead of a flashy quirk.”

“That tracks. Well…Endeavor is kind of the worst.” You say, thinking back to that awkward encounter with Shoto’s dad. “I get the impression that he’s not a very good dad.” You try to keep things vague, it’s really none of Hitoshi’s business and you don’t want to betray Shoto’s trust by giving away the finer details of his upbringing. You don’t have enough evidence to fully say that Shoto has been abused by his father, and you don’t want to go around gossiping about it. Shoto barely understands his family dynamic, the last thing you need is for someone else to get involved and confuse him even more with unsolicited advice.

“That sucks. I didn’t really have a solid father figure growing up either.” Hitoshi says, empathizing. “But that makes sense. Shoto is so damn formal all the time and he has strange reactions sometimes. He seems to have had an extremely sheltered upbringing that lacked socialization with kids his age.”

“Well Endeavor tried to keep Shoto from meeting up with me again later to study. But in the end, Shoto found me and we hooked up again. And we decided we’d keep seeing each other in private. Then the next day…Aizawa announces the school’s stance on dating and relationships.”

“That’s really odd timing.” Hitoshi muses, zoning out a bit. “But I think the whole dating ban was mostly for Class B. They’re horny motherfuckers and it’s causing a ton of drama in their class.”

“That’s what I heard!” You say excitedly. “Okay, it’s good to have a second source confirm that. I was so paranoid that Aizawa somehow knew that I was making out with Shoto when he knocked on the door? He just seems to have a sixth sense about shit like that!?”

“I mean you’re not wrong. Aizawa is perceptive as fuck.” Hitoshi snorts, mocking his mentor. “But Neito told me that Mr. King is fed up with all the hooking up that goes on in Class B. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to the Principal himself and had the rule instated.”

“Wow. That’s a god damn relief.”

“Heh. So is that why you’re hiding your thing with Todoroki from everyone? The school’s dumb rule?” Hitoshi points at you with a lazy finger before grabbing one of your plushies. He wraps his arms around a round squishmallow with bright blue eyes and squeezes it to his chest. Cute.

“Well…” It’s more complicated than that, isn’t it? “Yeah. I don’t want us to get in trouble or get told we need to stop.”

“And I’m assuming based on the horrified look you gave me when I saw that text earlier that you haven’t told your friends about this?”

“You’re very perceptive.” You groan. “I’ve been meaning to tell them, but…I don’t know! I want to keep this for myself a little bit longer. Why does anyone else need to know?”

“You were bound to get caught eventually.” Hitoshi says, continuing to squish the plush this way and that. “There is close to zero privacy here, everyone is gossipy and dramatic, and the walls are thin.”

“You’re right. Of course you’re right…I just like having this one private, special thing. And sneaking around has been so goddamn hot…and…and…”

“And you’re not ready to admit to others how much you like Todoroki?” Hitoshi cuts in. You stop dead and look at him, your mouth hanging open in surprise. “I get it. Why do you think it took me so long to admit my feelings for Neito?”

“Excuse me! What do you mean? How long have you had a crush on Monoma!?” You scramble closer to your purple haired classmate, plushies flying off the bed with abandon. Hitoshi winces and scoots out of your reach, holding his plush defensively.

“Since I met him.”

“What!? And you only just kissed him tonight!?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been real busy training to get into the hero course lately! I didn’t exactly have extra time to dedicate towards dating and courting Neito’s dramatic ass.”

“Okay. You’ve got a point there. But tonight…you were so confident when you kissed him. You didn’t give a crap about what everyone else was thinking!”

Hitoshi shrugs and doesn’t meet your gaze. “I’ve been sorting through how I feel for Neito for so damn long, I came to the conclusion that I’d rather have all of him all the time than just a little in the shadows. When I heard about the Spin The Bottle thing, I made a deal with myself. If I somehow were to get the opportunity to kiss Neito – I would take it without being afraid.”

“Also – screw anyone who judges me for liking him. I want people to know he’s mine. I’m tired of hiding parts of me away because I feel like I’m not good enough. Neito deserves to be loved loudly and in daylight. I don’t give a crap about the school’s rules. What are they gonna do, stop me from talking to Neito between classes? Stop us from training together? Let’s be realistic. They have no power over us.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it that way.” You say slowly as you realize that he’s right. What would be the consequences of having a relationship with a classmate? It’s not like they would expel the top hero course students. Especially not when villains are running rampant around Japan. At most, you’d get a slap on the wrist in public while continuing your shenanigans in private.

“So I think that the real question here…” Hitoshi says, snapping his fingers to get your attention once more. “Is how do you really feel about Shoto? Do you want a relationship with him? Or is this just a hot secret hookup?”

Huh. How do you feel about Shoto? You certainly feel possessive of him – you’ve established that you don’t want him hooking up with other people. You’re definitely attracted to him (your clit twitches just at the thought of him touching you below the belt). And you like being around him – he’s so easy to talk to, his quiet steady presence brings you a sense of calm that you can never quite tap into with other people. He’s so charming and precious and sheltered - you want to make him smile and help him explore the world around him. You want to continue to watch him bloom in private and in public. And earlier, when he was kissing that other girl…you wished he was kissing you in front of the entirety of Classes A and B. You wanted everyone to know that he belonged with you.

Oh God.

That sounds like you want a relationship doesn’t it?

You suck in a harsh breath and Hitoshi chuckles.

“You want to date him for real, don’t you?”

“Oh my God. I think that I do.” You gasp out, and Hitoshi reaches across you to grab your water bottle once more. He shoves it towards you in a clear command to take a sip. You do, gulping down a fresh stream of water as you process this new revelation.

You want Shoto Todoroki to be your goddamn boyfriend. In the back of your mind, you always knew this to be true.

“Do you know why I like Neito so much?” Hitoshi’s steady voice pulls you from your crazy brain spiral. You look up at him with wild eyes and screw the cap back onto your water bottle as you finish your last gulp. Hitoshi shifts the plush into his lap and stretches his arms high over his head towards the ceiling. What an interesting question – you’re honestly not sure. There are so many likeable things about Neito once you get to know him – he’s smart and crafty and makes lunchtime ten times funnier with that theatrical flair of his.

“Is it because he’s dramatic?” You say bluntly, but you snort at the end so that Shinsou knows you’re joking. He doesn’t immediately answer. He looks at you thoughtfully, his mouth shifting into an easy grin of straight white teeth.

“Nah. But I do appreciate his theatricality. I love seeing him rile people up with his spectacle in battle. He’s gonna be unstoppable when we all go Pro. The public will eat him up.” Hitoshi’s eyes shine warmly and damn is this man whipped for your friend. You make a mental note to text Neito about this later.

You’ve never heard Hitoshi talk so openly, so fondly. You’re a bit uncomfortable exploring this new territory with a classmate with which you previously did not spend a lot of time interacting. But it’s been a weird as hell day, so fuck it! Let’s continue this unexpected deep convo with Hitoshi Shinsou!

“What is it then?” You prompt, interested to see how much Hitoshi is comfortable with revealing to you.

“It’s his confidence. The way he takes what he deserves. He knows he has a quirk that some may see as “impractical,” yet he keeps forging a path for himself in the Hero Course all the while proving people wrong about him. He’s stronger than me that way. He identifies what he wants, and he takes it. He makes things happen by sheer force of will.” Hitoshi sighs. “And I’ve admired these things about him for so long. He’s proven that there’s no such thing as an impractical quirk…it’s all how you apply it.”

“I even like him for his flaws. Yes he’s insecure and that can cause him to be a little mean. But we talk about it, and he’s working on that. He wants to be better. He makes an effort to be better. He’s always leveling himself up. And Y/N - I am so in to him that I want everyone to know about it. I want everyone to see him the way that I see him. That’s why I didn’t hide my enthusiasm him during the game tonight. That’s why I’m talking to you about him right now. I’ve spent all of middle school and most of high school being afraid to be my true self – but when I’m with Neito, I can just be.”

“If Shoto makes you feel that way, then I think you should tell him. You should ask him to take things public with you. Hiding is only going to make things difficult for you two. And, inevitably, you’re going to get caught by someone else who can’t keep a secret. Wouldn’t it be better to do things on your own terms?”

Hitoshi is right.

You know he’s right. But what he’s saying sounds next to impossible. There are so many things you’d need to do to get things out in the open.

Firstly, you’d need to talk to Shoto. Does he even want a relationship? Sure, he wants to hookup with you exclusively and he likes spending time with you. But those two things do not a relationship make. There’s also the fact that neither of you have ever been in a relationship – so how would you even go about it? All you have to work off of are RomCom tropes.

Secondly, you’d need to tell your friends. And oh boy are they gonna be pissed when they find out that you’ve been keeping this massive juicy secret from them! What if they never forgive you? What if they hold a grudge the size of All Might’s biceps over your head for the rest of time!? How would you even approach that conversation. “Hey guys! Guess what? I’ve been hooking up with the hottest guy in school in secret and we are maybe in a relationship so I thought it might be time to tell you!” Hmmm. Yeah that’s sure to go over well!

Thirdly, everyone else will eventually find out. And that’s fine I guess. That’s part of dating…but everyone in the class finding out means that Mr. Aizawa will eventually find out and that is a whole can of worms that you don’t want to open up with the world’s sharpest can opener. Sure, the school can’t technically do anything terrible to you for dating Shoto Todoroki. But they can make your life awkward as all hell.

You think over this list, your brain wandering the pros and cons of asking Shoto to be your boyfriend. In all honesty, you’re probably going to just go for it. And everything here sounds extremely figureoutable, just awkward and uncomfortable.

“Hello? You still with me Y/N?” Histoshi baps you with the plush he’s holding and you come back to Earth.

“Jeez, Hitoshi. I think I want to be in a relationship with Todoroki.” You stumble over the words. Your eyes are wide as saucers as you look up at him. “You can’t tell anyone!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Hitoshi says, booping your nose with the plush’s tiny paw.

“I’m fairly certain that Todoroki wants to date you just as badly. When you’re in the same room, he can’t stop staring at you with that dead ass intense gaze of his.” You laugh as Hitoshi does a near-perfect mimic Shoto’s penetrating stare.

“You really think he’s into me that way?” You ask hopefully as you ignore the Hitoshi’s continued poking with the plush.

“Oh yeah. He’s whipped AF.” Hitoshi laughs, finally abandoning the plush and getting to his feet. “Alright, that’s enough drama for today. Get some sleep. Text me if you ever wanna talk through more of this bullshit.”

“Thanks Hitoshi. You’re a good friend. And Neito is lucky to have you as more than a friend.”

This makes Hitoshi’s cheeks glow with a tinge of pink. He can’t suppress the little smile that blooms in response to your offer of friendship. “Thanks, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Good night.” He leaves – checking that the coast is clear in the hallway before he slips out into the corridor. Your dorm door shuts lightly behind him.

You reach for the phone and type out a reply to Shoto.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it. 

Y/N: Oh yeah, definitely worth it. Goodnight Sho.

Shoto: Goodnight.

He adds a string of whale emojis and you smile to yourself as you set your alarm and turn out the light. Shoto Todoroki is such boyfriend material.

Maybe that’s what you’ll tell him.

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After a brief stop to chat with Mineta down the hall, Hitoshi slouches his way back to his own room.

He’s bone tired. Hitoshi is an introvert. Everyone knows this. Hallmarks of his introversion include a notoriously short social battery and an even shorter tolerance for nonsense. Understandably, this whole party business has him at his absolute limit.

He quietly unlocks his dorm door and slips inside, hoping that Mr. King is still patrolling the Class B dorm building. He clicks the lock gratefully and sighs, thrilled to be back in the gentle quiet of his room. He looks around at the space and feels his chest fill with warmth. Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is to have his own room in the Hero Course dorms – the four walls surrounding him are completely his own.

He wants to slip under the covers, put in his ear buds and quietly jam until he falls asleep. There are so many things he needs to process and think about – Aizawa is going to absolutely go ballistic tomorrow when he hears about the party. Hitoshi isn’t really sure how they’re going to get away with this, but he’s hopeful that the whole “class unity” suggestion will hold some merit with their cranky, sleep deprived teacher.

But that’s not what his brain wants to focus on right now. No, right now all he wants to think about is Neito Monoma and his perfect hair and lips and body. God, Hitoshi wants to absolutely destroy him.

He thinks back to his long talk with Y/N. Talking to Y/N about Neito, finally getting his feelings out in the open and sharing them with someone else had felt so good, so freeing. And Y/N had really cared. She had seemed to want to hear all about his feelings and thoughts and desires. This is all still so new to him – having friends. Being cared for.

It’s funny…he never planned on making friends in the Hero Course. In fact, he had been hoping to keep his head down and focus on his studies and training. His dream of being a hero finally feels within his grasp. It’s all he’s ever wanted, really.

That is…until he started making friends. It started with Izuku at the Sport’s Festival. Despite being in General Studies, Izuku had treated Hitoshi like an equal. He had even claimed to understand the pain that Hitoshi felt in his heart – pursuing a heroic path despite being told he shouldn’t. He had tried to ignore the way Izuku’s acknowledgement had felt…the way it had warmed him inside and made him feel like he was understood. Like he wasn’t alone.

Then Mr. Aizawa had offered to mentor him. It was strange – now there was a second person seemed to believe in Hitoshi and understand how he felt. As Aizawa began to ready Hitoshi for the hero course and bring him into joint training sessions with Classes A and B, things began to snowball. Denki was suddenly texting him memes, Sero inviting him to game online, and Eijirou offering to spot him in the gym. Neito would seek him out at lunchtime to chat or to study. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an enthusiastic group of friends and mentors who could not be deterred. And shockingly, they genuinely seemed to enjoy his company. No one had ever paid much attention to him before. And now he has friends who enjoy his jokes and actively cheer him on. He never could have imagined how good it would feel to be so…loved.

And now, with this whole party situation, suddenly his circle of friends has expanded yet again to include Y/N, Mina and Toru. A year ago, Hitoshi never would have predicted that he would be having a relationship heart to heart with a girl from the hero course in the early hours of the morning. He’s still wrapping his brain around the fact that he really, genuinely likes being a good friend. And he seems to excel at it?

He marvels at it all, confused at how the universe ended up putting him in such a great spot with so many wonderful things: UA. The Hero Course. A Mentor. A Group of Close Friends. Neito.

He strips down, grabbing a pair of comfy sweatpants off of his bed to change into. Before he drops his shirt into the hamper, he holds it to his nose and inhales deeply.

It smells like Neito - a sweet, sharp scent like cinnamon.

Neito is truly something else. He’s the person Hitoshi feels most comfortable around at UA. And he drives Hitoshi absolutely insane – Hitoshi has been insanely attracted to the goofy, dramatic blonde for quite some time now. Being able to finally kiss him, to claim him in front of everyone with his lips…

Hitoshi feels a wave of heat course through him at the thought of Neito’s smooth lips pressed against his own. He replays their spin-the-bottle-kiss in his head over and over. The way he had leaned forward and slipped his hand under Neito’s chin to bring their lips together. He had felt so smooth and suave like some rom com character. He could hear their classmates wolf whistling and cheering as he kissed Neito again and again and again – but at the same time, it felt like the world had gone quiet. All that had mattered in that moment was Hitoshi and Neito and their boundless enthusiasm for each other’s mouths. When Hitoshi had pulled away, Neito had looked up at him with those big indigo eyes and Hitoshi thought that his heart might explode into a million tiny fireworks. He screenshots the moment in his mind – he never wants to forget how goddamn pretty Neito is when he’s freshly kissed.

God he wishes that Neito were here with him now. Better yet – he wishes Neito were in his bed. There are so many things he wants to do with Neito. To try together. He wants to take Monoma apart with deliberate kisses and licks and bites…he wants to absolutely devour him.

He grabs his phone and before he can lose his nerve he hits Monoma’s contact. The phone rings twice before Neito picks up.

“Hitoshi?” The voice is surprised and sleepy, he was probably just drifting off to bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Hitoshi says, feeling dumb. He really should have thought this through.

“What’s up? Did you have another idea for our cover story?” Neito asks, muffling a yawn with his hand.

“No, I…I just wanted to tell you that I had fun tonight.”

“Oh, me too! That was certainly a wild party.” Even through the phone, he can hear Neito’s smile.

“Yeah the party was great. But I had fun spending it with you.” Hitoshi feels the need to convey to Neito just how much he likes him, just how much their kissing really meant. God, is he being cringe right now? He honestly can’t tell. Maybe he’s gotta clarify? “I know you get in your head about things sometimes, so I just wanted to let you know that…the kiss. It meant something. For me.”

“Oh I knew that.” Neito laughs.

“What?”

“You think you’re so smooth and mysterious, don’t you Mr. Cloak and Dagger Melodies?” Neito laughs and there’s a rustling noise as if he’s turning over to the more comfortable side of his pillow. “You don’t just kiss a person like that and have it mean nothing.”

“Are you serious.”

“Listen, Hitoshi. I think we should kiss again. Maybe we should kiss all the time, I don’t know.” His voice drops to a whisper. “If Mr. King wasn’t patrolling the area right now, I’d tell you to come over here and finish what you started.”

Hitoshi’s heart drops into his stomach, and he’s instantly hard. He moves his hand down over his boxers, drawing his hand along the outline of his dick. Fuck.

He needs to gulp and compose himself before he replies. “Is that so? Guess we’ll need a rain check, then.”

“Guess we will.” Neito hums into the phone receiver sounding infuriatingly cocky. He’s a lot braver when he’s hidden behind his cell phone. “I was thinking…”

Jesus.

“Thinking about…?” Hitoshi supplies, loving the sly tone of Neito’s sweet voice.

“I was thinking about how it might feel to have you kiss down my neck.” Neito’s smiling. Hitoshi can hear him goddamn smiling through the phone. He slides his hand down his boxers and fumbles the base of his dick. Is it wrong to jerk off  like this? Neito has got to know what he’s doing right now, right!?

“I could do that.” Hitoshi says too quickly. Fuck it – he’s horny and talking to the object of his horniness. With Neito, there’s never been any reason to hide who he truly is. Might as well be upfront about it. “Fuck, Neito. You’re turning me on.”

Neito laughs, delighted. His cackle crackles through the receiver of Hitoshi’s cell. The purple haired hero in training shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably, desperate to hear more.

“Of course you like dirty talk.” Neito breathes quietly into his phone. “If I were with you right now…what would you want to do to me?”

Hitoshi starts to work at himself, hand jumping up and down his hard cock with a fervor even he’s surprised by.

“I’d take off your shirt. Throw you on my bed. Run my tongue across that infuriatingly chatty mouth of yours.” The words spill out of Hitoshi so quickly that they’re running together. The thrill of speaking to Neito like this – so illicit and dirty – it’s going to make him cum before he can even truly get started.

“Mmm I’d like that.” Neito hums, his voice dripping with honey. “I want to feel your bare chest against me, Hitoshi. I want you to absolutely take me apart.”

Hitoshi can’t respond, his mind is going blank. His cock throbs in one palm as he struggles to keep a grip on his phone with the other. He presses the device into the cool curve of his cheek as he continues to furiously jack himself off. 

Neito seems to realize he has a captive audience, because he just keeps going. “I want to touch you, Hitoshi. I want to feel all of you. I want to copy your quirk and ask you a fucking question.”

Hotoshi nearly stops breathing. Why is that is the single hottest thing anyone has ever said to him?

God. He wants to get off so badly…but at the same time, he wants Neito here with him when he does it.

Reluctantly, he releases his dick and moves so he can flop backwards onto his bed.

“I like you.” He says flatly into the phone. “I really, really like you.”

Neito notices the tonal shift and moves easily with him.

“I like you, too. I have for a while.”

“I know.”

“Then why did it take us this long to do something about it?” Neito asks thoughtfully. Hitoshi can hear him drumming his fingers against his bedside table. He grunts noncommittally into the phone and stares up at his ceiling, his dick still pulsing with need. He ignores it.

“So are we going to do this?” Neito asks, his voice a bit uncertain. “I love our friendship. I want more than friendship, obviously. But we’re so busy with the Hero Course and there’s that stupid school rule about dating and…if it’s all too much right now, we can wait. Stay friends. Sort it all out later on.”

He’s rambling. He does that when he’s nervous. He also does that when he’s confident. Neito is a yapper through and through.

“Neito.” Hitoshi smiles softly as he cuts off the blonde. “I want to explore this. With you. Not in the future - in the present.”

“Alright. Good. Me too.” Neito sighs out a breath of relief. “I just know how much the Hero Course means to both of us. I would never ask you to divide your attention between working to become a hero and…well, romance, I guess.” He lets out a chuckle and Hitoshi’s heart goes all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh, god, he’s got a metaphorical boner now, too. Neito wants to prove he can be a hero just as badly as Hitoshi does. They both have odd quirks – quirks that wouldn’t typically put someone on the Pro Hero track. And yet, here they are. They’ve found a school and peers that accept and support them. And now…they’ve found each other.

 Hitoshi lets out a loud laugh, unable to contain the rare spitfire spark of joy that’s welling up in his chest. He must sound insane. He wonders briefly if he’s woken up his dorm neighbors with the sudden outburst.

“Hitoshiiiii.” Neito squeaks out in surprise at the noise, but Hitoshi can’t stop laughing. He’s just so goddman happy for once. He must look like an absolute maniac – naked and hard and laughing alone in his dark room.

He takes a breath. Screw calm, cool and collected.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, his voice still tinged with mirth. “I’m just…I’m really happy right now, Neito. I never thought I’d be blessed enough to in the UA Hero Course and to find someone who I like so much who likes me back.”

“You idiot.” Neito says, but his voice is laced with affection. “Go the fuck to bed.”

“Alright.” Hitoshi concedes, finally coming down from his giggle fest. “I’ll text you in the morning?”

“You better.” Neito says warmly before clicking off the phone.

Hitoshi sits in the cool darkness of the room for a moment, basking in the glow of liking a boy who likes you back. After a beat, he places his phone on his bedside charger. He then opens his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small tube of lotion. It doesn’t take long for him to cum – he replays his conversation with Neito over and over in his head until he gets off to Neito’s smooth and unexpected dirty talk. Fuck he can’t wait to get the blonde alone.

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The Next Day

In the morning, the sun rises per usual. It’s warm glow radiates warmth across your face as you drowsily blink awake. The day feels new and golden and you’ve slept about 7 hours so your body is humming peacefully. You stretch out your muscles and sit up, blinking sleepily at the room around you. Everything is neatly in its place, your desk is clean and your floor is tidy.

What a wonderful way to start the - Ughhhh crap!

Suddenly all of the previous day’s events come rushing into your mind like lightening striking a cell phone tower pole. It’s a sharp clang! in your head as you rapid-fire remember the party, Spin The Bottle the kisses, the hookup, the missed texts, Mr. Vlad King, the FaceTime, and The Big Emotional Feelings Talk with Hitoshi.

And on top of all of that…you want a full-blown relationship with Shoto Todoroki.

Fuck what a weekend! You slump back down into your warm bed and are instantly grateful to be hidden away and comfy for a moment. You tuck yourself in beneath the covers and turn your phone over so that it rests face down on the bed beside you. Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad has happened just yet. You probably have a full hour of snuggling into your bed before a teacher summons you to their office for the talking to of the century. You wonder what fresh horrors the day will hold since Mr. Vlad King caught Classes A and B having a little shindig in the common room.

You’re right – an hour later your phone buzzes with an email. Your heart sinks like a stone when you see that it’s a message from Mr. Aizawa to the entire class. He’s come back to campus early, abandoning his mission to come home and punish his class. His message is short and to the point:

Common Room. Noon.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhok!

Within seconds, your phone is going absolutely wild in your hand. Texts and pings come in from all directions.

Class 1A Group Chat:

Kaminari: Oh Shit! DadZawa is gonna ground us for all eternity!

Iida: And rightfully so! We broke many rules last night and deserve just punishment!

Tsu: Calm down Iida.

Sero: Maybe it will all be fine! It’s not like we all got wasted last night. If you really think about it, we basically just had a board game night with Class 1B.

Kaminari: Love the way you casually left out all of the horny kissing

Iida: Please have some decorum in the group chat and refrain from using perverse terms!!

Kaminari: Horny isn’t perverse. I’ll even site my sources, Class Rep.

Denki sends a screenshot from an online dictionary to the group chat. It says:

horn·y

/ˈhôrnē/

adjective

1. of or resembling horn.

"a horny beak"

Kaminari: Also…I know someone who had a horny beak last night…

Kirishima: Jesus Christ.

Tokoyami: …

Tokoyami has left the chat.

Jiro: Omg you guys are so immature I can’t

Iida: Kaminari you are a disgrace to the hero course and I will remove you from this group chat if you continue to behave in this manner. Please go apologize to Tokoyami.

Kaminari: L

Kaminari: Ugh FINE. I’m going I’m going

Midoriya: Hey guys! Just catching up here – are we all talking about Mr. Aizawa’s email? Or are we talking about horny toads for that upcoming biology assignment…? Sorry, I haven’t fully read through the chat yet.

Sero: HORNY. TOADS.

Kaminari: Omg I’m crashing out Izuku HORNY TOADS!?

Bakugo: Learn to read your fuckin’ texts you damn nerd

Kirishima: My man Bakugo has entered the chat!!! Hey best buddy! Hey BakuBro!

Kaminari: Omg that’s a cute nickname can I use it too!?

Bakugo: Die.

Kaminari: Bakubroooooo

Iida: Kaminari.

Kaminari: ALRIGHT IM WALKING TO TOKOYAMIS ROOM RN SHEESH MOM

Iida: I’m not your mother.

Sero: You do got those mommy milkers thoooo

Iida: ?

Kirishima: Excuse me

Midoriya: I’m so confused

Sero: Am I the only one who saw Iida shirtless in the gym last week!? Iida you’re literally so beefy like your chest is INSANE. Pls send your workout routine!

Iida: Thank you Hanta. That is a very kind compliment. I can show you my routine next time we are at the gym.

Midoriya: …what’s a mommy milker tho

Sero: I’ll tell you when you’re older.

Uraraka: Ok. Moving on.

Uraraka: So are we all just wearing pajamas for this meeting or should I put on actual clothes?

Iida: Given the severity of our crimes against UA, I would recommend the latter.

Uraraka: Alright, leggings and a hoodie it is!

Kaminari: I’m with Tokoyami rn – we’re all good!

Tokoyami has been added to the chat.

Kaminari: Sorry for being a dumbass

Uraraka: Welcome back Tokoyami! We missed youuuu

Sero: It was a tough 5 minutes surviving in this chat without our coolest classmate

Tokoyami: 🖤

Midoriya: I JUST GOOGLED MOMMY MILKERS AND ITS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT

Kirishima: WHAT DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE…!?

Shoto: Why is everyone yelling

A new group chat has emerged on your phone as well. One encompassing Mina, Toru, Neito, Hitoshi and, to your surprise…Mineta.

Mina: Alright fam. Everyone better keep their stories straight.

Toru: Class unity. We LOVE class unity!

Neito: We are now SO unified, it HURTS!!!

Mineta: As long as I get my kiss, I’ll say whatever you need me to say 😉

Hitoshi: No.

Mineta: ??? You weren’t involved with our deal?

Hitoshi: We talked about this last night. If Aizawa asks, you VOLUNTEERED to be the distraction out of the goodness of your heart.

Toru: FOR CLASS UNITY.

Mineta: Ugh.

Hitoshi: Is this really a game you want to play.

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: I volunteered to be the distraction because I love class unity.

Hitoshi: There we go.

Neito: God you’re hot when you’re intimidating people

Mina: PUBLIC CHAT NEITO

Neito: Oh I know 😉

Toru: You guys are so CUUUUUTE

Neito: 💕💕💕

Hitoshi: ty

UM EXCUSE ME!?!

Does that mean what you think it means!?

Did Hitoshi Shinsou get you out of that goddamn kiss pact with Mineta!?

Wow. You scroll back up and heart every message Hitoshi has sent to the group chat.

Becoming BFFs with Neito and Hitoshi was definitely not on this year’s bingo card. What an unexpectedly wonderful surprise. You pull out your phone and type a quick thank you directly to Hitoshi. He gives you a thumbs up emoji and leaves it at that – the guy is the definition simple, but effective.

A moment later, Hitoshi starts another group chat with all of your friends – Mineta is noticeably absent from this one.

Hitoshi: Alright. I had a chat with Mineta last night.

Y/N: ?????

Mina: ???!?!????

Toru: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Neito: Am I the only one capable of text in this group

Neito: How did it go?

Hitoshi: You guys saw in the other group chat – he agreed to say that he volunteered to be bait. He dropped the whole kiss thing. Y/N should be fine now.

Y/N: THANKUTHANKUTHANKU 🙏 🙏 🙏

Toru: Our chivalrous hero!!

Neito: A hero. A hunk. A hero hunk. 🤤

Hitoshi: np

Hitoshi: Just don’t go making a deal like that again, guys. You could literally get expelled.

Mina: 👽👍

Toru: We’ll be good! No kissing in exchange for goods or services!

Hitoshi: Also. I asked him what went down with Mr. King and Hatsume last night.

Y/N: Oh!? 👀

Hitoshi: From what I’ve gathered – Mr. King showed up and fought off Hatsume’s drones for quite some time. It sounds like the booby traps she loaded into those things were quite…effective. She got a few scratches on Mr. King, but nothing terrible. Once he flattened most of them and was able to get Mineta down, Hatsume retreated. Mr. King never saw her, but he’s smart enough to put all of the pieces together and figure out who rigged all of those drones. And once Mr. King saw the safety harness Hatsume had rigged up for Mineta, it became clear pretty quickly that Mineta was in on the whole thing.

Mina: Shit. Well, Hatsume def kept her promise and bought us time.

Toru: I can’t believe she managed to hurt Mr. King – I hope he’s ok!!!

Neito: What happened next? What did Mineta tell Mr. King?

Hitoshi: So apparently...

Hitoshi: Mr. King asks Mineta what he’s doing strapped to the pole surrounded by drones and the little shit says

Hitoshi: It’s for a school project.

Neito: Excuse me. 👁👄👁

Toru: What

Hitoshi: Yeah.

Hitoshi: Mineta told Mr. King that he was trying to train and see how sticky his…balls…could be and if he could use them to hold himself up on the pole for an extended amount of time. He wanted to see how altitude, stress levels, etc. impacted his quirk. He said he had borrowed the drones from a friend in order to film the project, but they had gone haywire and started attacking him an hour into the experiment.

Y/N: You want me to believe that Mineta of all people made up that alibi on the fly!?

Mina: I’m so confused.

Y/N: What did Mr. King say?????

Hitoshi: So Mr. King obviously sees through all of that bullshit and a minute later Mineta is confessing that he’s just the distraction for a big Class A and Class B party in Heights Alliance.

Hitoshi: Mr. King didn’t bother investigating the drones further. He grabbed Mineta and hauled ass to the Class A dorm. Where, of course, he found the party. And shut it down.

Y/N: So Mineta didn’t spill anything major?

Hitoshi: It would seem not.

Mina: I’m almost insulted!

Y/N: Shut up this is a good thing!!

Toru: Ok so now we just need see what Mr. Aizawa says…

Y/N: I think the only thing that could truly get us in trouble is the alcohol. But we made sure to clean the bottle and remove the label and I THINK that someone hid it when the party got busted.

Neito: Can confirm. I saw Todoroki roll it under the couch. It’s probably still there?

Mina: Oh, word? Todoroki doing us a solid!?

Hitoshi: He’s a good egg.

Hitoshi: 🥚

Toru: HAHAHA

Y/N: Do you think we could get in trouble for playing Spin The Bottle?

Neito: Not if Aizawa never finds out about it!

Mina: We’d better get to the common area for this big convo…

Neito: LMK what happens, okay!!?!???

Y/N: Ofc! 🤞

You close out the chat, only for the OG group chat that you have going with Neito, Mina and Toru to light up. Dang everyone is chatty today!

Neito: I just want to let everyone know that Hitoshi Shinsou is a sex god and that I worship at his feet.

Toru: OMG

Mina: Did you go and fuck him after we all FaceTimed!?!?!?

Neito: NO I JUST WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW HOW HOT HE IS AND THAT AT THE FIRST POSSIBLE CHANCE YEAH 🔥🤤

Neito: ILL FUCK ‘EM RAW

Neito: ITS WHAT HE DESERVES. AS THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE.

Toru: Jesus

Neito: Yeah and I’ll make him see God, too. 😏

Mina: Neito I am thrilled for you! Hitoshi is hot AF!!!! It looks like he’s a good kisser too!!!

Mina: But you better not spend all of your free time humping Hitoshi. We have more chaos to inflict on the Hero Course together and we demand at least some of your attention as friends.

Toru: Mina we need to handle the fallout from one party before we plan another!!!

Y/N: CLASS. FUCKIN. UNITY!!!!!

Neito: I love you guys 💕

Mina texts you seperatly a minute later.

Mina: After this Aizawa meeting goes down…I’m going to talk to Eijirou.

Y/N: Oh yeah? Do you feel ready for that?

Y/N: Do you think he might need more time and space?

Mina: IDK, I’ll ask him when I see him. And if he’s not ready to talk I’ll leave him alone.

Mina: But I’m going to try to really listen and see what he needs from me rn.

Y/N: Proud of you ❤️

Y/N: lmk how it goes?

Mina: ofc 💕

Lastly, you have a text from Shoto. Your heart does a little dance in your chest when you see his name pop up on your screen. You hastily click open the tiny message window.

Shoto: Are you ready for this meeting with Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: No. Absolutely not. Not in a thousand years!!!

Y/N: Also heard you hid the alcohol bottle when Mr. King busted up the party?

Shoto: Yes. I slid it under the middle couch while everyone was taking down the decorations.

Y/N: Shoto you are a LIFESAVER.

Shoto: Well I do want to be a hero someday.

Y/N: You’re my hero rn

Shoto: ❤️

Shoto: What are you most worried about regarding Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: I’m worried he’s going to punish the entire class. Last time he imposed a curfew. This time he’ll probably make our lives even worse and the whole class will blame me, Mina and Toru!

Shoto: And Monoma.

Y/N: SHOTO THAT IS NOT HELPFUL !!!

Shoto: Okay.

Shoto: A more helpful thought – everyone willingly participated in the party last night. They’ll need to accept the consequences that come with that.

Y/N: I know, but…

Shoto: It will all work out, Y/N. Mr. Aizawa likes everyone in our class. He will probably be very annoyed, but remember what you told me last night – we are just kids figuring things out. It’s alright for us to make mistakes every once and a while.

Shoto: No one got hurt or in terrible trouble.

Y/N: I think that one of Hatsume’s drones may have cut Mr. King…

Shoto: Okay no one got seriously hurt, then. I think it will all be fine.

Y/N: I really hope you’re right.

Y/N: Oh, wait I have something to tell you. You’ll really like this.

Y/N: Hitoshi talked to Mineta and got me out of the whole kiss thing.

Shoto: Really?

Y/N: Yeah! I guess Mineta is afraid of him!? It sounds like Hitoshi told him the deal was off!!! I’M A FREE WOMAN! 🙏

Shoto: Oh

Y/N: What???

Shoto: Well. Of course I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But I liked being able to…

Shoto: This is embarrassing to type

Y/N: YOU GOTTA TELL ME NOW

Shoto: Why are you yelling

Y/N: TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

Shoto: …

Y/N: Shoto Todoroki – do you WANT me to kiss goddamn MINETA!?

Y/N: You made it VERY clear yesterday that you didn’t want me to while you were FINGERBANGING ME IN A FUCKIN CLOSET!!!

Shoto: Firstly

Shoto: What is fingerbanging?

Y/N: !!!!

Y/N: I think you’re smart enough to figure out what that means.

Shoto: Fair.

Shoto: Secondly. No, I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But.

Y/N: BUT!?!?!?

Shoto: You’re yelling at me again.

Y/N: Ok. Jeez. Sorry. But!?

Shoto: But…I enjoyed being a little jealous and getting to…

Shoto: Punish you?

Oh. Oh wow. Okay. So Shoto was a hell of a lot kinkier than the two of you had ever thought? He did seem super into it last night.

Y/N: Oh, really?

Shoto: Yes.

Shoto: But when I say punish. You know I mean it in a fun, consensual way?

Y/N: Yes Shoto I understand that you mean it in a fun consensual sexy way and not in a scary controlling way. Dude. At this point, I know you pretty well.

Shoto: Okay I was just making sure.

Y/N: We can def explore that Sho 😏

Shoto: I’d like that.

Y/N: See you in the common room for Aizawa’s scary meeting?

He gives your message a thumbs up react and you will yourself to roll out of bed so you can make yourself look presentable.

You grab a protein bar and scarf it down haphazardly as you pull out a clean pair of black leggings from your closet. You chew the sticky oat bar thoughtfully as you grab a basic tee and a cute hoodie as well. Might as well be comfy as Aizawa verbally tears you apart in front of your peers!

Once you’re dressed you head out to the common room. It’s 11:45am, and Hitoshi Shinsou has been the first one to arrive. He gives you a lazy wave from a couch under the windows, and you pad across the room to join him.

“Thanks for talking to Mineta. And for talking with me last night. It was…really helpful.”

Hitoshi shrugs and turns to stare out the window. “It’s no big deal. I like helping people. Especially…my friends.”

You smile as the two of you sit in silence. Friends. Your tiny group of close friends has certainly expanded a lot lately, hasn’t it?

Members of the class start to trickle in – Midoriya, Iida, Ochaco, Momo, Tsu and Sato make their way in nervously, all grabbing spots on the couches around you. Other students drift in as the clock ticks closer to noon.  Everyone knows how strict Mr. Aizawa can be…and so everyone is punctual.

You bounce your leg nervously as you all wait in silence. The tension in the room is only broken when Kaminari and Jirou enter the room – holding hands.

“OMG OMG OMG!” Ochaco gasps out, looking frantically between the two. “Are you two, like, together!?” She’s hopping up and down, on the verge of crashing out over this.

Kaminari beams. Jirou drops his hand and stomps across the room to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the couch.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal!” She says under her breath, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Yes!” Kaminari ignores her and gushes to Ochaco. He grabs her hands in his own and huddles his head towards her conspiratorially. “We’re together! We’re officially a couple!” He drops Ochaco’s stunned hands and points across the room at Jirou and shouts loudly. “That’s my GIRLFRIEND and she’s AMAZING!”

Jirou groans and covers her blushing face with her hands, mortified.

The tone of the room lightens – everyone is thrilled for them. Immediately, most members of the class are buzzing with a mix of questions and congratulations. You’re thrilled for them, of course! But also a little jealous. Now that you know you want Shoto to be your significant other, seeing the happy couple makes you question if you and Shoto could ever be like that. Public. Unafraid. You wonder what Mr. Aizawa will do when he finds out about Kaminari and Jirou (it’s only a matter of time before he finds out – the man knows absolutely everything and Kaminari is not a subtle person the way that Shoto is). Will he punish them? Make them break up? You worry for them, stressed about the whole “no dating, no sex” policy.

Your eyes scan the room quickly for any remnants of the party from the night before. Your class was, of course, meticulous with their Mr. King-supervised-Party-clean up. Aside from Kaminari and Jirou’s newly established relationship, no trace of the party seems to exist. You stare at the couch across the room that you know is concealing the abandoned alcohol bottle Shoto stashed the night before. Should you dash over and try and grab it now? You check your phone. 11:50am. Nah, you’d be cutting it too close. Best not to be seen near the scene of the crime with a mysterious empty bottle.

A moment later, Kirishima shuffles into the room alongside Bakugo. Eijirou’s usual positive vibe is off – his face looks drawn and tired, and he looks kind of pissy. Actually…his expression practically mirror’s Bakugo’s default expression. They both look incredibly unhappy to be present in the common room.

“Hey, Bakubro – where were you last night? You missed my big moment with Jirou!” Kaminari calls out as Bakugo and Kirishima slump onto one of the other couches.

“I was goddamn sleeping, you idiot. Unlike the rest of you losers, I got up to train this morning.” Katsuki practically spits out, his eyebrows drawn angrily. “I didn’t participate in your stupid excuse for a party, so I don’t see why I even need to be here.”

Oh, that’s right…Katsuki was nowhere to be found last night. Your stomach sinks a little bit – Katsuki’s a jerk, but you’d feel bad if he got punished alongside the rest of the class for a party he didn’t even participate in.

“You’re so dedicated to your training, Kacchan.” Midoriya pipes up, looking at Katsuki admiringly. “I hope we didn’t keep you up with all of the noise from the party.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I better not get in trouble because of you idiots.”

The room dips back into a nervous silence. Mina arrives a moment later with Toru and the two of them cram onto the couch with you, Jirou and Hitoshi. Everyone is squished but it’s not horrible. Mina glances over at Eijirou hopefully, but he pointedly ignores her. He scowls down at his phone as he scrolls through Instagram.

After a few more minutes, the rest of the class has drifted into the room and taken seats. Shoto strolls in at 11:58 and seats himself next to Midoriya. He flashes a gentle grin in your direction before turning to quietly chat with Izuku. You glance around to make sure no one else has noticed – but Hitoshi catches your eye and gives you a perceptive look. You roll your eyes at him. Luckily, everyone else seems preoccupied as they wonder allowed what Aizawa’s punishment will be.

The clock strikes noon and nothing happens.

You and your classmates all exchange nervous looks with one another as you wait. When you hear heavy footsteps from up the hall, you start to panic a bit. Ugh, crap, you really hope that you haven’t gotten your class into too much trouble. The anticipation of this whole Aizawa ordeal is just killing you – your stomach is churning and you’re adrenaline is already pumping.

A moment later, Mr. Aizawa appears, sweeping around the corner in his dark uniform, his capture weapon wrapped around his neck. He strides into the room with purpose and stops to stand before his class.

“Class.” He acknowledges you all quietly, eyes darting around the room to quickly count heads.

He looks absolutely exhausted with those tired, red eyes. You remember with a start that he’s been out on a mission and likely hasn’t slept in quite some time. A few days’ worth of stubble dots his pale chin, and his hair is as unkempt as usual. It’s funny – you and your friends have often discussed how Shota Aizawa would be drop dead gorgeous if he just took better care of himself. His raven hair is thick and long and if he just brushed if every once and a while he would be an absolute smoke show. But – he’s an underground hero and a teacher. His appearance obviously isn’t a priority. You’ve often wondered if Mr. Aizawa has someone special in his life. You assume that if this were the case, he’d clean himself up a little more. Most people didn’t go for that scruffy, dirty, exhausted look – right?

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.” The class intones nervously. He nods absentmindedly in response.

“We have a few important things to discuss today.” He says briskly, rubbing at his temples like he has a deep headache. “Mr. King called me this morning and filled me in on what’s been going on.” He glances around the room, searching everyone’s faces carefully. You sit up straight between Hitoshi and Jirou, trying not to look too guilty. “Luckily for all of you, my mission ended early and I was already back on campus last night when Mr. King called me at 3 am. There would have been hell to pay had I been called away in the middle of a job.”

He pauses as the class takes in that information. Part of you is relieved that your shenanigans didn’t ruin Mr. Aizawa’s mission. Maybe that’s something you should have thought more about during the party planning process…if you had gotten caught you might have jeopardized your teacher’s mission (and jeopardized the lives of any people depending on him during said mission). In retrospect…the party was much more selfish than you had intended.

“So here’s what I know. There was a party in this room last night involving most of Classes A and B. The party was pre-planned because there were decorations and baked goods. Neito Monoma apparently took credit for the whole thing. And Mineta aided him as a distraction on the quad.” He rattles off the list, unblinking. His tone is even, not necessarily accusatory.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, eyes darting around to take in the guilty looks of your fellow classmates. Mineta sits towards the back of the room, looking absolutely terrified. You feel a little pity for him. Sure, he’s shitty most of the time, but he did help pull off the greatest party distraction ever known to Heights Alliance. He probably deserves a little bit of credit for that, right? Then you remember the way he talked you into promising to kiss him in exchange for his help. Eh, fuck the credit. He’s still scummy as hell. You refocus on Aizawa.

“Here are a few things I put together on my own. It looks like some kind of tech was used to distract Vlad. So I’m assuming that Hatsume from the Support Course was involved. The drone he brought back with him seems to be her style. The rest of the tech she was using seemed to have disappeared when Vlad went back to investigate. I’m also fairly certain that the ring leaders of the party were from our class.” His eyes hover on you before slowly moving to rest on Mina and Toru in turn. “I can’t even begin to say how disappointed I am in you all. I explicitly banned any kind of social gathering from happening while I was away, and I instated a curfew after the last ‘party’ incident.”

The entire class sits in an uncomfortable silence, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. Mr. Aizawa’s words weigh heavily on you all, and his quiet, matter-of-fact dissatisfaction is almost worse than him yelling. His sunken eyes continue to wander the room, bestowing each student with an individual dose of disappointment. Katsuki is the only one who holds Aizawa’s steely gaze. That’s right, he didn’t participate in the party. There’s no reason for him to shoulder the weight of Aizawa’s displeasure.

“But as disappointed as I am that you all blatantly disobeyed my rules…I’m actually a little impressed by what you managed to accomplish.” Aizawa sighs, slowly unwinding his capture weapon from his shoulders and wrapping it neatly around his elbow. It looks like he’s taking it off for the day.

“Wait. What.” Kaminari blurts out stupidly. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Yeah we’re gonna need some further explanation here.” Sero pipes up, sounding equally surprised. Mina glances at you hopefully, her dark eyes wide with astonishment. All around you, your classmates start to babble and mutter to each other – everyone wondering what the hell Mr. Aizawa is talking about.

“Everyone quiet down!” Iida calls out, ever the class rep. “Mr. Aizawa! Please continue!” The engine hero chops the air with his hand and gestures for Mr. Aizawa to keep talking.

Aizawa presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep, steadying breath before his eyelids flutter open around those dry, red eyes. He stares out at you all and seems to be willing himself to stay awake.

“I took some time this morning to review video footage from around campus. Ashido. Hagakure. Y/N. The three of you collaborated with Monoma, Mineta, and Hatsume on the quad and developed a fairly successful plan to delay Vlad King while you threw the party.”

Your stomach drops. You didn’t realize that UA was crawling with surveillance cameras – but in retrospect, it totally makes sense. The UA campus is one of the best-protected institutions in Japan – of course they have a state of the art security system in place. You feel foolish for not thinking there would be some method of surveillance observing your every move.

“Answer this for me…how long did you take to plan this distraction?” Aizawa looks directly at you. No sense in lying now, not when he’s caught you red handed on camera.

“Maybe a week?” You say uncertainly, avoiding his gaze.

“You seemed to have missed a few key factors in your planning process – you neglected to circumvent the security cameras, one of your teammates managed to get caught, and Vlad managed to get ahold of a piece of your equipment as well. Let’s use this as a learning experience.” He pauses; making sure everyone in the class is listening. All mumbling has ceased – all eyes are now concentrated intensely on Aizawa. “When you go on a covert mission, you need to ensure that no team member is left behind. You need to account for every possible scenario – always assume that you are being recorded or filmed somehow, especially these days when cameras are everywhere. And lastly, if you need to leave a mission in a hurry, at least try to destroy any hero support gear rather than leave it behind. You don’t want powerful or proprietary technology to get into enemy hands.”

You all stare at Aizawa in disbelief. Of course this man would find some way to turn this into a lecture. All of a sudden the party was turning into a weird learning experience. You can practically hear Iida’s voice in your mind saying “I’d expect nothing less from a top educational institution like UA!”

Aizawa continues on, leaving his capture weapon wrapped around his arm and tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “This is a great example of how, despite your best attempts at preparation, fieldwork missions rarely go to plan. Remember this phrase we discussed in strategy class – “no plan survives first contact with the enemy.” That means that things will rarely go as we intended, despite our best efforts.” He pauses there, taking in the class’s shocked expressions. You can see the ghost of a smile on his face. No one was really expecting Aizawa to turn this situation into a teachable moment.

“Now, what was another blind spot in your plan?” His gaze lingers again on you, Toru and Mina. Mina slowly raises her manicured pink hand, looking uncertain.

“Yes, Ashido.” Aizawa calls on her as if you’re all just sitting through a normal class lecture.

“We didn’t have a contingency plan. Or a way to shut down the party quickly if Mr. King was on his way to the dorm.” Mina says in a small voice, looking anywhere but Aizawa’s face. “We also didn’t have a reliable stream of communication set up with Mineta and Hatsume. We should have been communicating with both of them throughout the party, but we all got distracted.”

“Right. When planning a mission, you need to think through all possible scenarios. And you need to make sure that every member of your team has support. In this situation, Hatsume and Mineta didn’t have backup, and you didn’t have an exit strategy for the rest of the class. Let’s pretend that Mr. King was a villain and the rest of Classes A and B were civilians that you were protecting. Hatsume and Mineta were holding off the villain the best they could while you tended to the civilians. In this instance, you weren’t able to evacuate the civilians quickly enough and chaos ensued. The villain won.”

“You need to have a plan but also learn to be flexible and think quickly on your feet. I’m disappointed that Vlad caught you all. I’m assuming that Hatsume gave you ample warning to clear out the party? She doesn’t seem like one to leave loose ends.”

“She did.” You say guiltily, hanging your head. “She texted us, but we all managed to get caught up and miss the message.”

“There’s another lesson – stay focused on the mission. You can’t afford to get distracted in the field.” Mr. Aizawa surveys the class with shrewd eyes. “Alright, so we’ve reviewed what you can improve on. Next I want to commend you all for something…”

“Mr. King was deeply impressed with the way that Monoma took responsibility for the party. He was willing to take the fall for the entire operation, and that is no small feat. We all know that Monoma has been…difficult…since the first year Sports Festival. Last time you tried to throw a get together he’s went out of his way to get it shut down. But this time - it seems like Classes A and B were finally able to find some common ground. And that is something Vlad and I have been hoping would happen. Your peers in Class B will be your colleagues in the field someday. You need them. It’s important that you form a rapport with them now while you’re students. We want you to learn from each other, to trust one another.”

Hot damn, Aizawa is the one who’s bringing up CLASS UNITY!!!! You give Hitoshi a sidelong glance, but he ignores you. He keeps his gaze trained on Aizawa.

What your teacher says next is truly shocking.

“I think that perhaps we’ve been training you all so hard that we forgot to give you some time to decompress with your peers. So moving forward…I’m lifting the curfew.”

The entire class cheers at the unexpected news.

“Sensei that’s sick! Thank you!” Kaminari calls out, pumping his fist into the air.

“So manly!” Kirishima calls out, his sour mood lifted.

“Isn’t this amazing, Kacchan? We can all play video games together again!” Izuku says happily, and Katsuki smirks.

“It’ll be good to put you nerds in your place again when we play Mario Kart.”

“That’s the spirit, Bakugo.” Sero laughs, clapping him on the back.

“This is wonderful, ribbit!” Tsu croaks out and Ochaco cheers alongside her.

Aizawa’s eyes flash red as his quirk activates, and everyone goes quiet again to hear what he’ll say next.

“You can choose one night a month to organize a gathering in the common rooms with Class B and any other members of your Year. The school will provide some board games and snacks; Class reps Iida and Yaoyorozu can work on forming a social committee to take the lead with these events.” Mr. Aizawa rattles off the rules (of course there are terms and conditions to this – he’s a real stickler for order!). “Now remember – this is a perk and you’ll all need to show me you’re doing your best in classes and in training for these gatherings to continue. If I catch anyone slipping, I will take away this privilege.”

It’s all too good to be true! Aizawa actually wants you to have parties!?

“It’s important for you to take care of your bodies and your minds as we continue our intense training this year. Your social development is key to that as well. You’ll be encouraged to continue hanging out and forming relationships with students in other classmates. After all, like I said earlier - they’ll be your co-workers, support techs and marketing managers someday when you’re all Pro Heroes. It’s basic networking.”

He pauses, kneading at his temples again with the pads of his fingers. Wow, he must really not be feeling great. “And speaking of networking…this week in class we’ll start to discuss this year’s internship program. It’s an important step in your training and development, so please use the rest of the day to prepare for the big week ahead.”

He stops there, looking around at the class to make sure everyone has absorbed all that he’s shared. He looks dead tired, and you almost wish he were in his yellow sleeping back right now so he could just keel over into a nap. He shifts on his feet unsteadily, like he’s getting ready to leave.

“Whoa, what are internships!?” Kaminari calls out loudly and everyone turns to look at him. “You’re just gonna mic drop and head out without giving us more details?”

“He has a point. This sounds like something we should know more about.” Tsu says thoughtfully, finger to her chin as she stares at Mr. Aizawa with those wide, froggy eyes of hers.

“Sounds exciting!” Toru calls out, shimmying on the couch with enthusiasm. The couch cushion bounces under her, rattling Hitoshi and Jirou alongside you.

“You’ll need to wait until we get back to class tomorrow for more information. I’m too tired to get into this right now.” Aizawa intones as he brings up his hand to shield his eyes from the florescent lights.

“Alright, go and enjoy the rest of the weekend. Get out of my sight.” Mr. Aizawa says, turning away from you all. You can’t help but hear the fondness in his voice as he dismisses the group. “I’m going to sleep for the next twelve hours, so don’t do anything stupid that I’ll need to wake up for.”

“Understood, sir!” Kaminari calls out as Aizawa makes a hasty exit. “Sleep well!”

“Dude, don’t say that to our teacher that’s weird!” Kirishima admonishes.

Aizawa disappears into the hallway and you look around at your classmates in awe. Everyone is absolutely buzzing – high on excitement now that Aizawa has promised a future filled with parties and social breaks. You all can’t believe that you got away with the previous night’s debaucherous shindig.

“Oh my GOD! You’re all idiots!” Bakugo stomps into the hallway and back towards his dorm room. “What a waste of fuckin’ time. I could be halfway done with my English homework by now.”

“Wait for me, Bakugo! I need help with my homework!” Kaminari calls out, scrambling after him.

“Ask pony tail girl for help! I’m not some charity tutor!” You hear Bakugo yell down the hall.

Mina and Toru jump up and down in front of your couch, beaming (well, you assume Toru is beaming. Invisibly.).

“We did it, Y/N! We’re freeeee!” Toru squeals, spinning around in a circle.

Mina bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. “He practically congratulated us for pulling off the party! CLASS UNITY!”

You and Toru chant a rousing chorus of “Class Unity!” as well, and Jirou cackles as Toru does a little pirouette around the couch. Hitoshi’s smiling down at his phone, no doubt giving Neito an update on the whole situation.

“How’s everyone’s favorite Phantom Thief?” You ask the purple haired boy, tilting your head with interest.

“Oh he’s just thrilled that the teachers suddenly think so highly of him for ‘going through a major character growth moment.’ He’s preening.”

“Of course he is.” Mina rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Wow, wow, wow I cannot believe we actually managed to get away with this. I thought we were cooked for sure.”

“I know!” You say, feeling giddy with relief. “What are the odds of this happening!?”

“I told you.” Hitoshi says smugly. “This is something Aizawa and King have wanted since the beginning. He’s taking his wins where he can with our class.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You say, batting at him with your hands. “And now I guess this means you’ll get more unfettered face sucking time with a certain blonde member of Class B.”

“Shut up.” Hitoshi says, cheeks glowing a tiny bit pink. But he’s smiling.

Mina looks down at you, hands on her hips. She’s got a nervous, frenetic energy about her. “Alright well now that that’s over…I’ve got a few last loose ends to tie up.” You know she’s talking about apologizing to Eijirou. You flash her a thumbs up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, girl. Let us know if you need anything!” Toru calls out after her as she exits the common room. Clearly she has been filled in on the Kirishima situation via text.

“I can’t believe you guys actually pulled that off.” Jirou says in amazement as she gets to her feet. “That was punk rock as all hell.”

“We just got lucky, honestly.” Toru says humbly. “Mr. Aizawa would have had every right to punish us. But I’m sure glad he didn’t!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Shoto and Izuku exit the common room, chatting.

“Hey, guys? I gotta go, um, take care of something, too. I’ll catch up with y’all later?” You wave to your friends as you follow Shoto and Izuku out into the hall.

“Something’s up with her.” Toru says once you’re out of earshot. “She’s been acting really weird lately.”

“Maybe she has a crush on someone.” Jirou says. “She’s been a little flighty lately, hasn’t she?”

“Since when are you an expert on dating?” Hitoshi quirks an eyebrow at her, making her blush and look away.

“Well I have a boyfriend now, don’t I?” She says defensively, her mouth in a flat line.

“Fair enough.” Hitoshi laughs, but Toru seems flabbergasted.

“What!?” She says, hopping up and down before flopping back n the couch. “You think our Y/N has a crush? On who!? OMG I bet it’s Honenuki!?”

“It’s not Honenuki.” Hitoshi snorts, rolling his eyes. Toru turns slowly to look at Hitoshi.

“You know something about this…don’t you?” She says accusingly.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen a fraction before he masters himself. His expression instantly bounces back to neutral.

“What are you talking about?”

“You just said ‘it’s not Honenuki’ way too confidentially. You know who Y/N has a crush on, don’t you? Jirou, help me out!!” Toru cries out, waving an invisible arm at Jirou to include her in the conversation.

“Yeah. It did sound a little suspicious.” Jirou says, leveling Hitoshi with a distrustful look.

“Guys, chill out.” Hitoshi says, his brain grasping at straws as he tries to come up with a plausible excuse for why you wouldn’t be interested in Honenuki. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Don’t gaslight us!” Toru shrieks, thwacking him lightly with her transparent hands while Jirou laughs.

“Look. All I’m saying is that…Y/N probably isn’t into Honenuki because (a) he can’t really kiss with his current facial set up. And (b) she doesn’t even know him that well. I just can’t see someone like Y/N going for a guy she’s barely talked to.”

“They’ve been texting, though!” Toru says, waving her own phone in Hitoshi’s face. He grimaces and shifts away from her. He doesn’t really love his personal space being invaded so aggressively. But he supposes that’s a part of friendship. “I saw it! They send music back and forth to each other.”

“Also not everyone is as obsessed with kissing as you are.” Jirou grins teasingly. “We all saw you playing tonsil hockey with Monoma last night like some kind of heathen.”

“Then maybe I’m wrong, alright? Jeez, lay off guys. I’m sorry.” Hitoshi grumbles, getting to his feet and ambling away from the girls. Jirou and Toru laugh at his discomfort as he makes his exit from the common area.

“I wonder if it Y/N does have a crush onHonenuki, though. She’s been kinda distant since she started texting him more. And that kiss last night that he gave her…well it was sort of intimate despite the fact that he doesn’t have lips.” Toru wonders aloud, looking to Jirou for additional insight.

“Listen, I’ve barely had a boyfriend for twelve hours. I am not the one to talk to about romance.”

The two laugh and go get to get a snack from the kitchen, where some of your classmates are celebrating Aizawa’s leniency.

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Meanwhile, you’ve followed Izuku and Shoto back towards the boy’s side of the dorm at a relatively safe distance. When the two say their goodbyes and go to their separate rooms, you dash up to Shoto’s dorm door.

You knock on the door and don’t wait for his reply, bursting into his room jubilantly. He gives you a look of surprise, his bright eyes wide as he opens his mouth to greet you. You fly to him, throwing your arms around his neck and sealing your lips together with a sound smek!

Shoto doesn’t question his good fortune; he just closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Within minutes he’s rolled out his palette bed and has you straddling him, his hands squeezing your solid hips.

“I can’t believe Aizawa let us get away with the party.” Shoto says between kisses. He lets his hands travel up your body and under your shirt, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His palms settle around your breasts, his fingertips squeezing and massaging.

“Fuck.” You say as he pinches at one of your nipples over the padding of your bra. “I know, I’m like riding a high right now. I can’t believe we didn’t get into trouble.”

Shoto presses your lips together again to shut you up and you all but melt into him. You feel giddy and relieved as you kiss and kiss and kiss, glad that you don’t have detention or another terrible punishment hanging over your head. Wow, you really pulled it off!

“I wasn’t expecting that at all from our teacher.” Shoto says as you pause to take a breath. His mouth quirks up into a gentle smile. “I’m glad you didn’t get the class in trouble. I didn’t really enjoy having a curfew.”

“Hey – you participated in that party just as much as the rest of the class. In fact, you hid the liquor bottle under the couch. You’re an accomplice.” You protest. “If we would have been punished it wouldn’t have been all my fault.”

“You’re right.” Shoto says, sliding his hands under your bra so he can play with your bare breasts. “I’m your party crime accomplice.”

“And don’t you forget it.” You sigh in contentment as he rolls a nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It’s only been a few minutes of sitting on top of Shoto and your panties are thoroughly soaked. You grind against him, trying to line up his hardness with your aching core despite the layers of clothing between you. After a moment of repositioning, you find a great angle and settle in. You roll your hips slowly, feeling the hard line of Shoto’s cock flex against your leggings.

Shoto groans lightly at the contact, pulling his hands back down from your breasts so he can guide your hips. He looks up at you with heavily lidded, lusty eyes as he helps you to grind on his hardness.

You reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt. “This needs to come off right now.”

He grins up at you and holds up his arms so that you can strip him of his expensive name brand t-shirt. You pull it up and over his head, messing up his two toned hair in the process. You toss the shirt over your shoulder and hear it quietly hit the floor behind you.

“God I love to just look at you.” You sigh, taking in Shoto’s perfect muscular form. You smooth your palms over the pale skin of his chest, allowing yourself to appreciate the hard muscle he’s gained over the past year of training with the Hero Course. Shoto glimmers under the contact, clearly appreciating your appreciation. You smile down at him before leaning in for another kiss.

You make out lazily for a while, working each other up with your lips and hands. Finally, Shoto breaks away to gaze up at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“Y/N.” Shoto whispers, his voice husky in your ear as he reaches for your waist. “Y/N, I want to touch you again. Can I?” He sounds almost desperate for it. And who are you to deny Shoto Todoroki the pleasure of touching your pussy?

“Yes. Literally any time.” You say excitedly, letting him reposition you for easier access. He helps you off of him, pulling you down onto the bedroll beside him so that he can wrap his arms around you. And that’s how Shoto ends up behind you, your back flush against his chest as he spoons you.

His fingers slide down your stomach, easily slipping beneath the thick band of your leggings that covers your stomach. He brushes against the waistline of your underwear with his fingertips, playing with it. Ghosting along the thick waistband. Your pussy is sopping wet, dripping with anticipation. He snaps the elastic against the delicate skin of your stomach and you whimper.

“Did you like that?” He whispers, letting his fingers slip a bit lower over the soft fabric of your underwear. Heat pools in between your legs at the tinge of excitement in his voice as he teases you. Suddenly you recall his texts from the night before and you’re struck with an idea. You bite your lip for a moment as you think through what you want to say.

“Shoto, I’ve been such a bad girl. Maybe you should punish me?” You say in a simpering little voice. You’re not sure if this will do it for him, but when he snaps the elastic again you know you’ve gotten his attention.

“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He says, his voice almost harsh in your ear as he drifts his finger lightly over your underwear, your clit throbbing underneath. “Did you make a deal to kiss another one of our classmates in exchange for a favor?”

Okay, Shoto, go off!?

You flex your hips in an attempt to grind into his fingers, but he pulls his hand away.

“Answer the question, Y/N.” He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow beneath your ear and you flush. He continues to lavish your neck with hot kisses as your tongue works itself around an answer.

“Yeah.” You invent wildly. “I told Mr. Aizawa that I’d kiss him if he let us off without any punishment.”

Shoto’s kisses still. He absolutely knows that you’re making this up for the sake of fantasy, but he’s a bit shocked that this fictional hookup involves your teacher of all people. He quickly gets his head back in the game and resumes kissing his way across the sensitive skin of your neck, bringing his fingers back down to ghost across your clothed pussy. You’ve seen him refocus himself similarly in battle when he’s caught off guard – he’s adaptable.

“…and did he accept the kiss?” He asks slowly, driving you crazy with his barely-there touches.

“Well, we got away with the party, didn’t we?” You bite back, grinning as his fingers flutter over your clit again. You raise your hips to chase his touch, but he pulls his hand away again. He’s really making you earn it.

“You’re right.” Shoto says as he continues to plant hot kisses along your collarbone. “You’ve been so,” kiss. “Terribly.” Another kiss. “bad.” Shoto says, his voice deep and breathless. “Letting your teacher kiss you to avoid detention? Heroes don’t trade sexual favors in order to get what they want.”

“Well maybe this hero does.” You say, straining to get closer to him. You feel like your body is on fire with need, and Shoto is a bucket of satisfying water. You want him to absolutely drench you.

“Not on my watch.” He finally slips his hand underneath your underwear, his pointer finger sweeping across your soft pussy to gather up your arousal.

“Oh, Shoto!” Shoto slides the pads of his fingers down into your folds, wasting no time in finding your swollen clit. He circles it greedily, slipping and sliding in your wetness.

“Fuck.” Shoto curses under his breath and your heart sings at the swear. It’s so rare that he uses foul language, but your pussy always seems to draw that roughness out of him. He closes his eyes as he continues to move his fingers around your wetness, getting a feel for you. He’s concentrating hard, trying to get a handle on the terrain. He’s only done this once the night before and it was so rushed and hot and quick. This time, he wants to spend a little more time getting a lay of the land before he takes you apart. He smooths his fingers around your clit and then slowly down your dripping slit, taking care to ensure that you’re comfortable as he does so. He drops the dirty talk so he can focus on your pleasure.

“How’s this?” He asks curiously, drawing the pads of his fingers across your entrance questioningly. You scoot a back a bit and part your legs to give him better access.

“It’s nice. You can go inside if you want.” You say, your breath catching in your throat as he begins to softly pulse his pointer finger against your hole. The steady rhythm feels good and intoxicating. Your core pulses with need - with each gentle thrum of his finger against your wetness, your body is craves to be filled, to have him move inside.

“That would be alright?” He asks softly, in awe of your body. When you nod enthusiastically, he gently pulses the tip of his pointer finger inside. He takes it slowly, allowing your body to adjust and pull him in a few centimeters at a time. This is much more gentle and deliberate than last night in the janitor’s closet. You let out a soft moan as he manages to slide most of his finger inside of you. He begins to pulse it, trying to gauge what feels good for you.

“I’ve been wondering how this would feel if I used my penis instead of my fingers.” He says thoughtfully, sliding his finger into you more fully and twisting. You gasp at the motion, dripping wet. Once he feels you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, he layers in a bit more dirty talk. Your body and brain fizzle with appreciation. “Do you think you’d be able to handle it? It is a bit larger than my fingers, after all…”

Your pussy pulses at his words. Oh god. What would it be like to be filled up with Shoto Todoroki’s thick cock? It would probably feel just like heaven, right?

You’ve definitely thought about it. After all, how could a girl jerk off Shoto Todoroki’s hot dick and not fantasize about how it would feel inside of her!?

“Ah.” You sigh out as he continues to pleasure you, bringing his free hand around to slide down your leggings and play with your clit as his other penetrates you deeply. “You’re right. Your cock is just so big. I don’t know if it would fit right away.”

“We can work our way up to it, then.” He says in a strained voice, fingers moving faster in time with his rapidly beating heart.

“How would you want to fuck me, Sho?” You ask, voice strangled as he continues to do wonderful things with his fingertips. “Would you want me on top? Or maybe you’d want to take me from behind?”

This is new territory for you both – unabashed dirty talk. Discussing the possibility of straight up fucking. It’s intoxicating to be speaking so openly about how badly your body wants and needs Shoto.

Shoto lets out a harsh breath as he presses further into you, your bodies intertwined deliciously. “Oh my God Y/N. I don’t know…I’d let you have me any way you’d want. I bet I could make you feel so good. I’d fill you up so well. I don’t think you’d be able to keep quiet. Everyone would know that we’re fucking.”

He’s talking nonsense. You awkwardly bend your arm behind your back to palm at his cock through his pants. He’s hard as all hell. You wonder if he’ll cum in his underwear again.

“You know, I had a sex dream about you recently.” He repositions himself to be a bit more comfortable, dragging his left hand away from your clit so he can use it to better prop himself up. Your brain is fuzzy with horny-ness, but somehow you’re able to process his words. You’re a bit shocked about two things – (a) Shoto has had a sex dream about you and (b) he’s so willing to talk about it.

“You did?” You gasp out as he gains momentum and hits a particularly good spot deep inside of you. His words are driving you just as crazy as his hands at this point.

“Yeah.” He breathes. You buck your hips backwards and grind against his hardness.

“Tell me about it?”

“Alright.” Shoto says, slowly drawing his finger out from inside of you so that he can zigzagging his fingers around your pussy lips. Your core shudders at the loss of him inside of you, but you try to concentrate on what he’s saying instead. He teases you – running his finger slowly around the rim of your hole, dragging it softly up and around your clit.

Finally, he presses back into you and you make a small noise of pleasure as he settles himself inside. “We were at my family’s vacation home. We woke up in bed together in the sun…and we made love.”

“Oh!” Your breath catches in your chest, your heart pounding in time with the drag of Shoto’s finger deep inside of you. “Can you tell me more?”

“Yes.” Shoto says shortly, his breath a bit labored as he tries to concentrate on your pussy while you grind against him. “You felt so good, so soft. You were wearing a t-shirt. No underwear. It was so easy to just lift it up and…and I woke up wishing I was inside of you for real.”

“God that’s so hot, Shoto.” You say as he increases his pace, flexing his finger against your gummy walls. “God I want you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you.” He teases, flexing his finger to remind you.

“You know what I mean.”

You’re so wet you’re certain your pants are soaked through. All of this hooking up with Shoto has you going through detergent and laundry supplies like crazy – it’s becoming an expensive habit. Clearly you just need to start getting naked off the bat to avoid soaking through your panties and jeans in the future…

You grind back into Shoto again, butt cheeks bouncing against his cock. He lets out a whine.

“Y/N…I’m gonna…I can’t help myself…I need to…” He says, sounding completely undone. You love the way he starts babbling when he’s close to cumming.

“It’s alright, Sho. you can cum.” You throw your head back into his chest and grind your ass back against him as he continues to finger you. He lets out a strangled moan as he cums in his underwear for the second time in 24 hours. Man this guy is an absolute freak for your wet pussy.

“Next time I’ll make you cum with my fingers, how ‘bout?” You promise as his breathing evens out.

“I’ll cum however you’ll let me.” Shoto sighs into your ear, continuing to finger fuck your pussy with vigor. There’s something about the desperate way he says that, all strung out and woozy that just about drives you over the edge. You feel the orgasm swell in your core, ballooning out and expanding to encompass your entire body…

“Shoto…Shoto, I’m gonna - !”

Shoto melds against you, pulling you into him with one hand as his other continues to fuck into you enthusiastically with the other. Holy fucking shit the room is spinning and you’re on the precipice of falling into paradise.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Out of nowhere, a rapid staccato of a knock hits Shoto’s dorm door, causing you both still.

Blood is rushing in your ears and you can’t help at the way your hips automatically buck up in an attempt to get Shoto to move again. You’re so fucking close – filled up with golden ichor and a pulsing need to finish around Shoto’s sweet fucking fingers.

Shoto remains frozen, his gaze flickering uncertainly towards the door.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. After all, you’ve had this happen a few times before. Remember that time early on when Mina and Toru were at the door while you got Shoto off? And you just kind of lied and told them you didn’t feel well until they eventually left? Or when Aizawa was behind the door, telling Shoto his father was visiting in the common room?

You’ll just keep quiet and ignore the door - whoever’s trying to see Shoto will eventually give up move on. Soon they’ll realize that Shoto isn’t coming to answer the door and they’ll leave, simple as that.

For some reason, though, this time is different.

The knocker doesn’t wait for Shoto to reply, and they don’t leave either.

The doorknob rattles briefly as the intruder PUSHES THE DOOR WIDE OPEN. The door flies out of the doorjamb, hinges squeaking in the stunned silence of the dorm room.

With a wave of sickening panic – you realize that you both forgot to lock the door!!!!

There’s no time to think or move or pull away from Shoto. Your back is flush against him, your limbs tangled up – and his hand is firmly, immovably down the front of your leggings. His fingers tucked inside your tight heat.

“Todoroki – I found that All Might Silver Age manga we were talking about earlier and I wanted to bring it over. You can borrow it, if you’d like! Of course, you can probably find an illegally uploaded copy online but I really like to support the artists who work so hard to draw everything out! And the only real way to do that is to buy the manga directly from the artist or from an indie manga store and –

Izuku Fucking Midoriya throws open the door wide and stands in the threshold of the dorm room, babbling incessantly about manga. In his hand, he holds a short stack of red white and gold comic books plastered with images of a younger, hotter All Might.

What happens next seems to occur in slow motion – Izuku slowly looks up from his pile of manga and locks eyes with you and Shoto. His facial expression changes from one of cheerful excitement to absolute horror, his jaw dropping and his eyes bulging in complete shock as he takes in the scene.

“Holy Whoa!”

Shoto is shirtless – his expensive branded t-shirt laying abandoned on the floor somewhere by your shoes. His hair is mussed and standing on end, his perfect part is fucked up – red hair blending with white. And somehow in the span of five minutes, he’s already hard again. So incredibly hard in his jeans – you can feel his rigid cock pressed against your butt even through the layers of underwear and pants. He’s laying on his side on the plush bedroll, supporting himself on his left elbow, while his right arm is draped around your waist, his left hand dipped low into your leggings. His fingers are still firmly lodged in your throbbing fucking pussy.

Izuku lets out a low, frantic sound. Something akin to an animal being cornered by a predator. His hands fly up to cover his eyes and the stack of All Might manga hits the ground with a firm “flump!” The individual issues of glossy manga fan out across the ground, pages fluttering as the booklets scatter across Shoto’s usually immaculately clean floor.

Izuku holds his hands flush to his face so he can’t see and he tries to turn to leave the room. He walks squarely into the door with a squeak. He lets his hands fall so he can feel his way out of the room with his eyes still shut.

“I, um, didn’t see anything! Okay! Bye Todoroki! Bye Y/N! I mean! Bye no one! Enjoy the manga!” Midoriya turns on his heel and stiffly closes the door behind him; you can hear him bumping into something in the hallway (he probably forgot to open his eyes). After a moment, his footsteps fade.

You push away from Shoto, both of you lock eyes in the silence. He hastily pulls his fingers out of you with a soft squelch!

Fuck.

Izuku fucking Midoriya caught you getting goddamn fingerbanged by Shoto Todoroki. Who, you think with a pang, is very much publically not your boyfriend.

And now Izuku Midoriya knows.

Within the span of a few hours, the circle of people who know about you and Shoto has increased to 4.

Ughhhhh what the hell are you gonna do!?

You turn to Shoto with wide, terror filled eyes. He looks back up at you with that classic Shoto stare of his from where he’s still laying on his bedroll, stunned.

The two of you sit like that for a few moments, eyes locked in a panicked sort of silence.

“Well…” He says quietly, gulping to clear the nervous lump in his throat. “It was nice of him to leave the manga.”

End of Chapter 9

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Author's Notes:

wow ok that was wild I'm gonna go sleep for a hundred years now

Okayyyy so this is the largest single chapter I've ever written EVER!! I thought about breaking it up into 3 parts but honestly I also just wanted it out in the world because I'm very excited about how the story is progressing!!! The next update will probably be a quarter of the size of this - I need to set more manageable chapter expectations! But at the same time...writing this doesn't stress me out. It thrills me. So we'll see what the next month of writing brings for Shoto's First Kiss!

I hope y'all enjoyed the different directions the fic is taking! I feel like if it were just Shoto x Reader all the time it would get boring (and be soooo much shorter!). I'm liking the different character interactions and growth and my absolute favorite arc here is the way the Reader's friend group is expanding and growing. Also - can you tell I've been consuming hella MHA SMAUs lately!? I wanted to include a few silly text convos for the fun of it. The horny toad / mommy milkers texts had me rolling. I re-read them during editing and was like...what was I thinking when I wrote this!? It's so silly. And if you've been following me for a bit you know I love silly!

Anyways, I really hope that this chapter was worth the almost 2 month wait. I've been really thoughtful with my approach to writing Shoto's First Kiss, but I've also been trying to blow off steam with shorter one shot fics in between. I hope to publish some fun smutty one shots in the next few weeks involving Best Jeanist/EdgeShot and Izuku/Katsuki :) And maybe eventually I'll get back around to writing some Kirishima nonsense (the original goal of this freakin' blog). Idk, now I'm just rambling!

Thanks for reading and for joining me on this journey. All of your comments, requests, and votes on my stupid polls mean the world to me and bring me a lot of freakin' joy. I love writing and I really feel like I'm growing and developing my style through these fics. Maybe one day I'll write an original novel of my own or something. But at least for now...well, it was nice of him to leave the manga :)

XOXO,

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Valentine's Day (2025)

It wasn’t that Bakugou Katsuki hated Valentine’s Day. He just hated how stupidly obvious his feelings were on it.

For months, he’d been struggling with this.... thing. A crush. On you. And as much as he wanted to deny it, his body refused to cooperate. His eyes always searched for you first in a crowded room, his heartbeat picked up when you smiled, and—damn it—he actually cared about what you thought of him.

Today was especially awful because everywhere he looked, people were handing out chocolates, writing dumb love letters, and whispering about confessions. Worse, his stupid friends kept teasing him about his feelings. Kirishima elbowed him during class, wiggling his eyebrows. Mina kept giving him these ridiculous knowing looks.

And you? You were as infuriating as ever, laughing and chatting, completely unaware that you were wrecking him.

What he didn’t know was that you were suffering just as much.

You had been crushing on Bakugou for months, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the courage to tell him. He was intimidating, loud, and way toogood-looking for your sanity. Even worse, when he wasn’t yelling, he was doing things that made your heart race—like carrying your books without being asked or standing just a little too close.

And today? Today was hell.

You’d spent the entire morning overthinking. Should you confess? Should you just give him chocolates and run? Or should you pretend like this was just a normal day and suffer in silence?

Neither of you were prepared for what actually happened.

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It started when you both reached for the last bottle of your favorite drink in the vending machine.

“Oh,” you said, blinking up at him.

His eyes flicked to you, then to the bottle. “Tch. I was here first.”

You raised an eyebrow. “We got here at the same time.”

He scowled. “Yeah, well—”

And then, like an idiot, he just... handed it to you.

Your breath caught. “You—are you sure?”

He grumbled something under his breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Just take the damn thing.”

Your heart thumped painfully. He didn’t have to do that. He could’ve taken it for himself.

You hesitated for half a second before blurting out, “I like you!”

A beat of silence.

His head snapped up so fast you worried he’d get whiplash. His face turned red in record time.

“What?!”

Your hands flew to your mouth. Oh, no.

Oh no oh no oh no—

Bakugou gawked at you, brain short-circuiting. His body moved before his thoughts could catch up, and the next thing he knew, he was yelling, “Well, I like you too, dumbass!”

A second, heavier silence.

Your hands were still clamped over your mouth. His eyes were impossibly wide. You both stood frozen, staring at each other in complete shock.

Had you seriously just confessed at the same time?!

It took all of two seconds for the reality to sink in before the both of you absolutely lost it.

Your brain shut down, your entire body heating up. You turned on your heel, about to flee, but Bakugou grabbed your wrist before you could escape.

“Oh, no you don’t!” He barked, face still red. “You don’t get to drop that bomb and run!”

“I didn’t mean to say it!” you wailed, covering your face with your hands.

He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “You think I meant to?! It just—fuck! This is your fault!”

“My fault?! How is it my fault?!”

“You—you were just standing there, looking at me with your stupid face—”

“My stupid face?!”

“I meant—you always look stupidly cute and it pissed me off, okay?!”

You swore your soul left your body. Bakugou’s eyes went wide when he realized what he said, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to explode on the spot.

And then, because neither of you had control over your emotions, you started laughing.

You doubled over, holding your stomach, while he groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbled. “This is the worst confession ever.”

You gasped between laughs. “You—you just called me cute while yelling at me.”

His glare was weak at best. “I’ll kill you.”

“You won’t.”

He huffed, looking away. “...I won’t.”

The laughter eventually died down, leaving a strange sort of warmth between you. Your hands fidgeted around the drink bottle. “So... now what?”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “....Wanna go out with me?”

Your breath caught. “You’re actually asking me?”

“Obviously!” He scowled. “I just yelled at you about liking you, dumbass.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“...Good.”

Neither of you moved at first, still a little stunned. But then, hesitantly, Bakugou reached for your hand. His palm was warm, rough but careful. Your fingers intertwined naturally.

“...I’m still taking you on a proper date,” he muttered.

Your heart swelled. “Looking forward to it, boyfriend Katsuki. Happy Valentine's Day.”

His face turned red all over again. “Shut up.”

But he didn’t let go.

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percy jackson x aphrodite! reader

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happy valentine’s day everyone! hope you guys enjoy this. could possibly make this a series if it’s liked enough. love ya!!!

walking around camp half blood at this time of year seemed to mock you. the fellow aphrodite’s kids seemed to be focused on finding a valentine. now, dot get it twisted. you wanted a valentine. bad. the only problem with this was, well, your intense and completely obvious crush on percy jackson. something about his confidence and charismatic aura drew you in and ruined you for anyone and everyone else.

there was another problem with this. percy jackson happened to be your best friend. you had tried everything to get these feelings to go away. dating other camp members, having different flings, setting percy up with other people, and tartarus, you even had people give you love potions. nothing worked. it was getting unbearable for everyone surrounding the two of you. in particular, annabeth and grover seemed the most annoyed.

the pair had also tried to help you guys understand how perfect you two would be together. however, you and him both refused any sort of insinuation of romance. it’s not that you didn’t want to be with him. quite the opposite, actually. you just didn’t see the point of wasting your friendship by risking him not feeling the same way. keeping him close as a friend was better than loosing him.

infact, you had encouraged him to ask another camp member out. this led you to your current predicament, watching him as he walked with kailey ( a girl from cabin five ). this had been his choice—he insisted she was ‘interesting enough’. you could see by the look on his face that he didn’t truly enjoy her company all that much.

“ya know, this could all be avoided if you just told him how you feel.” annabeth said from next to you, throwing a pointed look in your direction. you chose to ignore the sarcastic tone of her voice as she spoke.

“how i feel? i feel like he’s my best friend and i can’t jeopardize that. they look to be having fun.” the second sentence came out as if you were trying to convince yourself as well.

as if the universe wanted to mock you more, percy and kailey made their way over to you. annabeth looked at you, praying that you noticed the bored look on percy’s face. you gave her a look as to say ‘stop it’ before turning to shoot a smile in the direction of the approaching pair. kailey seemed to have a permanent scowl on her face while percy’s expression shifted upon seeing you. his uninterested features changed to those of contentment when your smile entered his vision.

“hey, y/n!” percy’s pace increased the closer he got to you, leaving kailey slightly behind him.

“hey, perce. kailey.” you nodded in her direction, warranting an eye-roll from the girl. “what’re you guys up to?”

“just, ya know. walking around. sat at the dock for a little bit.” percy responded. him and kailey stood an unusual distance away from eachother.

“percy, im gonna go. come fine me when you’re done with. . . this.” kailey rolled her eyes for what seemed like tenth time in the short period that she stood there. she brushed his arm slightly before turning and walking away.

“well isn’t she just a ray of sunshine.” annabeth snorted, laughing slightly.

percy agreed quickly, “she’s. . . something. that’s for sure.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“not feeling it?” you asked. he shook his head no, moving to sit next to you. his arm quickly fell over your shoulders.

this made annabeth abruptly stand up. “well, as much as i would love so stay and chat, i have shit to do. see you two later?”

“mhm. later!” percy said.

“bye, annie!” you added. as the girl walked away, you turned in percy’s direction. “is she really that terrible?” you asked.

“she’s . . . okay, i guess. not really my type.” his arm fell from your shoulders, hand moving to hold your own instead. this was something percy had developed on the numerous quests you two had gone on together. his need for physical closeness was something that many found annoying, but you found endearing.

“oh yeah? and what might your type be classified as?” you laughed.

“oh, ya know. i like a girl who’s smart, kind, funny, caring. all the usual things. i also like a girl who sets me up on dates with other people because she doesn’t realize i’m hopelessly in love with her. that’s my ideal woman.” he shrugged as if it were nothing.

your jaw had officially found the floor. “i—i’m sorry. . . what?” you were sure you had heard him wrong.

“you know what i said, y/n.” percy’s face turned serious as he turned his entire boy towards you.

“do i? because it sounds a lot like a confession.” you tried to lighten the situation, laughing slightly before halting.

“y/n, you’re making this extremely hard for me.” percy’s face had begun to turn a shade of crimson.

“how so?” you kept a serious face, struggling not to crack a smile.

“y/n. . . i’m completely and utterly in love with you. the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you laugh again because, dam, i love that sound, the way you twirl the strand of hair by your ear when you’re nervous, the way you stick your tongue out slightly when you’re focused. i love the way that you talk about your niche interests and the way that you always put up with my bullshit. i love how deeply you care about everyone, even the people who don’t deserve it. i love the contentment in your eyes when we’re sitting at the beach. i love you because you’re you, and that’s the best person you can be.” percy didn’t once break eye contact through his speech.

it was official. this was the first time in your like that you had been rendered completely speechless. your palms became sweaty and your heart was racing. being a child of aphrodite normally meant you reacted better to love situations. this didn’t help you much now, though. instead, the only thing you could think of doing in that moment was leaning forward to connect your lips.

it wasn’t beautiful or a ‘sparks fly’ moment. it was quick and chaste, you moving away as quickly as you moved forward. once you pulled away, you looked percy in the eyes. his expression had shifted from one of fear to hunger. his hand came up, finding the back of your neck and pulling you into him again. his lips were warm and soft against yours. he tasted of sea salt and blue pancakes, a combination that only percy jackson could pull off. his free hand found it way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

once the two of you could no longer breathe, you both pulled away at a slow pace. he kept his forehead against yours.

“gods, i have been waiting a millennia to do that.” percy laughed, kissing your cheek. his head moved from yours to the crook of your neck.

“me too, perseus.” your hand reached up, lacing itself into his hair.

“fucking finally! gods, i was starting to loose hope!” grover said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“me too, honestly.” percy spoke, lifting his head to look at grover.

“you too?” you asked, confused.

“y/n, you’re literally the only person who didn’t know about percy’s massive crush.” grover explained.

you averted your gaze towards percy, who shrugged in confirmation. your face heated up. safe to say that you had managed to find yourself a valentine, though kailey from cabin five wasn’t too happy.

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i'm not sure if this falls under chat/suggestion or request so if this feels more like a request feel free to ignore and delete! but which asl brother do you think is the most romantic?

don't worry, this falls under chat/suggestion for me \^o^/! sorry for taking so long getting back to it, i was focusing on wrapping up my vday event and a few gifts for my friends

hmm the most romantic asl brother... taking away my extreme personal bias, i think i'd rank it sabo, ace and then luffy in terms of being intentionally romantic but there's something uniquely them that makes them romantic in their own way

sabo is your classic gentleman; no doubt some of that is in part of ivankov making sure the boy knows how to treat a partner. flowers, little notes to find at your desk, all the works. being the no. 2 of the revolutionary army doesn't leave much time at hand for dates, so sabo makes dates happen where he can especially if your schedules collide. he's stubborn, after all. if he can shoehorn a brunch, lunch or dinner date with you while assignment, he'll do it

he keeps a photo of you on his person when he's away on missions you're not a part of. it's a nice physical reminder of why he fights for what he does and he tells you the photo grants him luck. expect souvenirs from each place sabo has gone to as well. he never leaves a place without a gift for you if he can help it. a dried sunflower from dressrosa, a copy of a well-known epic from the taya kingdom or shimmering maple leaves from an autumn island

second in the lineup is ace. he often worries his sleep attacks will put you off, (and he has admittedly fallen asleep at inopportune moments like the middle of dates, right before a date, or in the middle of other activities) but he does his best to compensate for any incidents that may occur because of it. you'll find his efforts endearing, though. he is happy doing the corny thing of pulling your chair out before you sit at the table and ordering all your favorites off the menu (you'll likely be dashing the moment you finish eating though)

he's also easy to fluster when you flirt, but he will have his uno reverse card moments where he has the upper hand. while not one for extreme bouts of pda, he has been known to use his hat as a shield to kiss you if he can't resist the urge. he also gets invested in your hobbies and interests. if you enjoy reading a good book, he will happily listen to your read it (even if he may fall asleep from time to time). it makes him happy sharing that part of your life with you

meanwhile luffy is all about spontaneity, freedom and you'll never find a more supportive boyfriend than him. he supports your dream with as much vigor as he does his own. but he'd probably be slow on the uptake; you have to be direct with him about stuff you want or he won't feel inclined to do it himself since he doesn't know it's something you're expecting. you'll likely not want for presents though! luffy is inclined to grab things that remind him of you to gift you later. another bright side, luffy is more about experiential dates rather than traditional

fishing together, sneaking into the kitchen to try cooking one of sanji's recipes together or trying out some town's local-typical activities for the first time. moments that build long-lasting memories for the two of you are his preference. but if a traditional dinner date is what you're hankering for, just let luffy know. he has no problem telling sanji to whip up a romantic dinner for the two of you!

and if there is one thing all three brothers have in common, they will yap off anyone's ear off about you if given the chance

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Too bad Lucifer couldn't sleep. He's tried everything.

He has his most comfy pyjamas on, had a cup of tea, and has his fluffiest blankets wrapped around him. But he was too stressed.

With everything going on, he just couldn't shut his brain off.

So, when someone knocked softly on his door, he jumped up right away and ran over to open it. He probably should have been more mindful before swinging the door open.

Adam: Hey, uh- woah. Those uh... those are cute~.

Adam chuckled at how flushed Lucifer became the moment he realised Adam was talking about his pyjamas.

Lucifer: A-Aaaadam... w-what do you need- what can I do for you?

Adam smiled softly: I uh... I was wondering if we could chat... about something less heavy than all the past bullshit.

Lucifer: I- really? You want to talk...?

Adam: Yeah! I saw you at dinner... and I hated seeing you look... small. No pun intended.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes as Adam continued talking.

Adam: And plus, you talked to Bambi, which is apparently a... really weird thing to happen. According to Angel, anyway.

Lucifer: Yeah, that was... awkward.

Adam: I could tell... so... you gonna invite me in?

Lucifer's eyes widened and opened the door fully: Y-Yes, sorry-! Come in, please!

Adam laughed and walked in, sitting on the edge on Lucifer's bed. He looked around and noticed just how... sad, Lucifer is. He had photos of Lilith and Charlie everywhere, even a huge portrait of all three of them. It was... creepy, but Adam couldn't blame him.

Shutting the door, Lucifer stared at Adam for a moment. He really took him in for the first time since he found him in his dressing room. He looked at the changes and how different Adam looked, but somehow, he seemed the same. Like Lucifer could pick him out of a crowd.

Lucifer: S-So... uh- talk? Talk. Yeah, talk.

Snapping his fingers, he summoned a chair in front of Adam. Sitting down, he smiled widely at Adam.

Staring at the king for a moment, Adam shifted, fixing his outfit: So... Charlie said that you've been depressed.

Lucifer: Depressed?! Ha! N-No, no. Not... depressed... I'm... more- okay, I'm depressed... it's pathetic...

Adam: ...It's not pathetic. You're allowed to feel things. I know what it's like to just... suffer in silence. And, I think you know what that's like to. And... fuck, I... wanted to stay away. From all of this. From Pride. From the hotel. From your daughter- from you. But... I'm done. I'm done running. I'm done being angry all the fucking time... I want to move on from this. I want my friend back. It'll take a long time... but even after all of these years, you're still the most influential relation I've ever had.

Lucifer: ...I ...I am?

Adam nodded: Yeah. You are.

Lucifer: More than Eve?

Adam laughed: Fuck yes! Are you kidding?! She's... great. But... you... you were my first... everything. I've never had a friendship like ours ever again after Eden and... fuck, I crave that. So badly. I tried so hard to find someone to fill that void. Lute, Sera, Emily- some winners here or there... but you're a hard hole to fill.

Lucifer blushed: I- h-hole?

Adam sighed: Sorry, sex demon thing. But I want to try with you, Lucifer. Assuming you want to try to...?

Lucifer: I-I do. So badly.

Adam smiled: Good. Let's uh... start again, huh?

Lucifer smiled widely. He couldn't believe this: Y-Yes! Start again- start over. I... thank you for this, Adam. It means more than you know.

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The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

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Hear me out babes (may I call you babes?)

Declan x reader who is Taggie's friend and has a secret daddy kink..it almost slips out while teasing so Declan makes sure it fully comes out later ;) and maybe some more of that "be the sweet thing we both know you are and take it like a good girl" type shit if ya feel like it? Love you and your writing so much!

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summary: you're mocking the way declan's daughter is always calling him daddy, but the teasing only has the two of you discovering something new about your preferences in the bedroom

content: nsfw, 18+, literally just porn with a sprinkle of plot, cursing, daddy kink, risky quickie, teasing, penetration, praise kink, him calling the reader good girl [duh], him calling reader babygirl [idk i blacked out], hair pulling, slightly degrading, kinda rough sex, pull out game strong on this one!

author’s note: you can call me whatever you want when you’re dropping requests like this in my inbox, god damn! i’ve had tons of taggie’s best friend x declan requests lately so i hope this can feed you all– i’m looking directly at the anon who said “what if reader was taggie’s best friend and declan bent her over the closest platform and fucked her brains out.” [fucked her brains out had me on the floor]

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You were having dinner at the O’hara’s for the second time this week. You'd like to say you helped taggie cook, but really you just watched her stride around the kitchen and handed her different ingredients as you talked her ear off. Now, after all her hard work and little boasts of encouragement from you, you were both sat at the kitchen table finishing dinner and laughing. Her father was sat across from you shaking his head at the cackling going on between you and Taggie. You were having a hard time keeping your composure with him only being a few feet away. It was hard to focus- hard to act normal when you knew you’d be sneaking into his room later.

It wasn’t your fault Taggie’s dad was so hot, and it also wasn’t your fault that you'd been hooking up with him.

You weren’t proud of it- in fact you felt guilty for doing something as blatantly wrong as having sex with your best friends dad. But it was Declan. You'd had a massive crush on him since the first time you walked through Taggie's front door. Not to mention his wife recently left and he was walking around all sad and lonely, practically begging you to fuck him out of his sorrowful daze. It wasn't like you were some home wrecker, Declan was the one who had initiated it weeks ago. Pulling you aside after taggie had fallen asleep one night and practically ambushing you with dirty whispers and not so innocent touches. In retrospect you had been doing everything within your power to break him down; so it didn't come as a surprise when he finally gave in to temptation and took you against his bedroom door.

Regardless of who tempted who first, you were now in some kind of relationship. You weren't really sure what it was exactly, all you knew was that you couldn't keep your hands off each other which made things complicated seeing as though his daughter- your best friend- was always right there next to you.

Like right now, she was sitting next to you and chatting with her dad about something that happened earlier and you couldn't be bothered to pay attention. Instead, you were fixated on the man in front of you. Declan was leaned back in his chair, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and all you could do was stare at the exposed skin beneath it.

"You done?" His voice was breaking you out of your trance.

He was leaning forward and reaching for the empty plate in front of you. The grin on his lips told you he knew exactly what had you so zoned-out. In fact, he had probably unbuttoned his shirt on purpose just to tease you.

“It’s alright daddy, i’ve got it” Taggie was chiming in as she stood to her feet, stacking your plates on top of one another and carrying them across the room to the sink.

Daddy, a term of endearment for her father. The word sounded so sweet and innocent coming from her mouth. It was a name she called him frequently and each time she did, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to say it yourself. To use it as so many people often did, in the bedroom.

Now that Taggie was away from the table, you and declan were left sitting across from each other, just staring. An amused smile had taken over your face at Taggie's recently spoken words.

He raised an eyebrow mouthing “what?” in curiosity to the look on your face.

“Nothing… daddy” You were sing-songing almost silently underneath your breath, careful not to let taggie hear.

Declan's brows furrowed and his mouth fell open slightly as if he were about to respond when you abruptly stood from your seat and grabbed the remaining dishes off the table, striding over to join your best friend across the room.

Then, Declan was sitting alone, his mind reeling from hearing you call him that. A name exclusively reserved for his children. He never even thought about what it would sound like to hear it from your lips. But now, it took on an entirely different meaning, the way you said it with your eyes all wide and challenging. It was as if you needed him to put you in your place. declan was accustomed to being in control in the bedroom but that word, “daddy” had him craving the authority that hid beneath its meaning and your submission that came along with it. He needed to hear you say it again. Wanted to hear it as he railed into you from behind with your hair wrapped around his fist.

You were standing with Taggie at the sink and stealing the sponge out of her hand, demanding to do the dishes since she cooked. Then Declan was behind you muttering something about “You’re our guest you’re not doing the dishes” and ushering you both out of the way. This was followed by you retorting, “Guest? I’m here practically every night.” determined to do the chore at hand.

After you and declan argued a bit more over who would do the washing up, taggie gave in, leaving you both to take care of the mess.

She was grabbing a tinfoil covered plate off the counter and waltzing out the front door before either of you could protest. She had promised Lizzie left over bread pudding and told the two of you she would be right back as she walked out the door to their neighbors house.

In taggie’s mind she just left her best friend and her dad to clean up the kitchen while she ran a quick errand– harmless. But the reality of it was much less innocent. In fact, the second taggie was down the driveway declan was pawing at your waist.

“You think it’s funny teasin’ me in front of Tag like that? you’re gonna get us both in trouble.”

You turned slightly so that you were facing each other.

“I’m not the one with my entire chest out.” you were accusing him, finding the third button from his collar and popping it open to match the two preceding it.

“Wish you were” He was chiding playfully as he molded to your touch.

You let your hands explore his exposed chest, gliding over the smooth curls hiding underneath the undone material of his shirt.

“Say it again.” His eyes were burning into you as you traced his collarbones.

His voice was deep and gruff, skipping over the playful tone you had introduced moments before.

“Say wha-“ Your brows were furrowed at his command, confused as to what he wanted you to repeat, and then it hit you.

“Daddy?”

You looked up at him with a devious sparkle in your eye. You were completely joking earlier, just mocking his daughter when you had said it the first time at the dinner table. Never in a million years did you think he would be into that sort of thing. You’d had a lot of sex over the past few weeks, all of it hot and dirty and at times a bit kinky, but the word daddy had never once come up.

“Oh you like that? You filthy old man.” You were giggling, every word fell from your lips in a joking tone, but the look in declan's eyes was far from playful.

You'd seen him wearing that expression before. In fact, the last time he had that unchecked feral look in his eyes, he had three fingers in you, telling you to "take it like a good girl." while your eyes were watering from pleasure.

"Bend over." His words were simply spoken and his eyes were blown wide as he peered down at you.

"Declan-" you were ready to tell him no, that you couldn't, that the risk of getting caught was far grater than the reward of a quick fuck against his kitchen sink.

"I wasn't askin'."

His rough hands slid to your hips, his strong hold on you forcing you to pivot until the front of your body was pushed against the kitchen counter.

"Declan, Taggie-" you were beginning to express your worry of getting caught when he interrupted you, his breath hot on your neck.

"She’ll be gone for at least twenty minutes." He was roaming the expanse of your torso with his big hands, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched.

"We've got plenty of time." His whispers were in your ear as he stood behind you and the invitation of his warm embrace had you falling back into his touch.

"You gonna take it while I bend you over the counter sweetheart?"

This time his voice was taunting as he spoke against your neck. One of his hands was coming down to the hem of your dress, hiking it up to your waist in one quick movement.

"Yes"

You were giving in. You had to. Everything about his hands on your body and his words swimming in your brain made you willing to do anything he wanted– a slave to his touch.

"Yes, what?" The teasing tone was back in his words as he coerced you into saying the one word he desperately needed to hear. His fingertips were pushing between your legs running over the embarrassingly damp material of your underwear.

"Yes daddy."

As soon as you said it, the gentle touch of his fingertips against your clothed core turned into a firm grip. His palm was flat on your cunt as he cupped your heat, and the friction of it had you biting back a squeal.

"There you go."

He was so satisfied by the feeling of having your body in his grasp- all bent over for him, that he let you have a little taste of your own satisfaction. He was hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, replacing the lace material with the pads of his fingertips as they played in the mess of arousal gathering there.

"This all for me sweet girl?"

He was cooing in your ear, with his fingers painstakingly gliding over your opening.

You were whispering out a hushed, "yes" in hopes that he would finally fill you with something. You were desperate for relief and knew Taggie would be back soon.

"What’s that? Couldn’t here ya."

He was enjoying himself, teasing as you were submitting to his every whim.

"Declan, we have to hurry." You were mumbling through a moan as your back arched, reminding the man behind you that you were meant to be racing against the clock of his daughter's inevitable return.

“What happened to my pretty little obedient girl huh? Not very nice to rush me.” As he spoke you felt his touch vanish from between your bodies.

A pitiful noise erupted from your mouth at the loss of his touch on you.

"Declan..." You meant for this name to come out as a stern warning but instead it was just another deplorable whine, and he still wasn't touching you. It was as if he were waiting for something. Waiting for you to be compliant with his need for dominance.

"Please daddy, I'll be good for you." You were mustering up the sweetest little voice you could manage and pushing your ass into his crotch.

"I promise." you were purring out a vow of compliance as you looked over your shoulder at Declan.

The second your eyes found his all filled with innocence, it was a wrap.

He was working at his pants in a frenzy, quick to get them off so he could line himself up with your center that was exposed and ready– all for him.

Your gaze was once again fixed forward but you could feel Declan's length at your backside threatening to finally push into you.

You were getting ready to say something– anything– when a surprised yelp escaped your lips.

He had plunged his cock all the way into you in one swift movement. The wetness already drowning your core was enough to let his member slip right in and slide deep inside, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Yeah? Gonna be good?" He was huffing out as his hands gripped onto your hips, hard.

"My good fuckin' girl." His voice was a groan as he pulled your hips back to meet his over and over again, his cock diving into you with each movement.

One of his hands was letting go of your hips and sliding up your body until you felt him intertwining his fingers in your hair and gently pulling at it as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. The slight yank of your hair causing a perverse moan to seep from your mouth.

Your lewd noise made Declan's pace quicken as he bottomed out with every thrust.

"You like it when daddy pulls your hair like that huh baby?"

He was relishing in the pleasure of your walls wrapped tightly around his cock and the power he had over you in this position. The surge of control was bringing out the most unholy parts of him, causing filthy words to fall from his tongue.

And with each word off his lips you could feel your walls clenching harder around him and your body tensing in anticipation.

"Fuck- are you gonna come already?" Declan could feel the way you were squeezing and squirming against him, he knew exactly how your body reacted to him when you were on the verge of release.

"That's pathetic baby."

His voice was jeering as he reached around your body and placed the smallest amount of pressure over your clit with the pad of his index finger. The careful touch was especially surprising to you given the way he was currently pounding into you from behind. Everything about the contrasting sensations had your abdomen burning with pleasure.

"Gonna give it to me sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl for me?" His voice was spilling out of him in the most sinful groan.

you were whining out a "yes daddy" as he continued driving into you, simultaneously pushing your hips back to meet each of his relentless thrusts.

it was all too much; his attentive strokes to your clit, his tight grip in your hair, his unyielding pace as he filled you with every inch of him. You could feel the tension building in your body ready to snap, and your legs threatened to give out underneath you.

Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you pressed your forearms against the cool surface.

"That's it babygirl." Declan's sinful chants were filling your ears as you allowed your release to wash over you. White hot pleasure shot through your entire body as you folded even further over the kitchen sink.

"There's my good girl."

His praise was a low murmur as he took in the way you were melting into him with relief. Your body gave into him completely as your grip around his cock tightened.

"Fuck look at you."

The astonishment in his voice made yet another pitiful whine slip past your lips. You were still trembling as he continued thrusting into you, his movements much slower than before.

"Came so fast. Ya needed me that bad babygirl?"

You couldn't bring yourself to speak, instead you just nodded your head pathetically as you remained slumped against the countertop.

"So fuckin' tight sweetheart." He was marveling at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him like a warm perverted hug.

He was picking the pace of his thrusts back up, unable to keep himself from giving in to how good it felt to have you bent over for him with your mind all dazed and your cunt pulsing.

With one hand pulling at your hair and the other grabbing at your waist, Declan was practically slamming himself into you, the breathy groans leaving his throat made your head spin.

"Feels so good daddy." You were mewling out a statement of flattery for the man currently ruining you, hoping your words held the same power of his.

Judging by the way his thrusts ceased and the fact that he was pulling out of you in mere seconds, your use of his new favorite nickname must've pushed him right over the edge.

He was using the hand at your waist to gather your dress higher on your body, ensuring that his eventual mess wouldn't ruin the material.

Thick, hot strands of come came pulsing out of him, covering his own fist and the exposed skin of your lower back. He fought to keep his eyes open as his orgasm pushed through him, watching the way his load spilled over your body.

You were both regulating your nervous systems and sharing a few smitten chuckles as Declan grabbed a nearby dishtowel to wipe away the evidence of your shared debauchery.

After a few minutes of normality and washing dishes, you watched through the kitchen window as Taggie made her way back up the driveway.

You and Declan shared one last brazen smile before going back to being nothing more than acquaintances.

"I'm back!" Taggie's voice filled the Priory like a song as she came bounding in the front door.

She entered the kitchen with a smile on her face as she took in the cleanliness of her surroundings, somehow you and Declan had managed to finish washing up after he fucked you over the kitchen counter.

"Look at that! My heroes." Taggie was exclaiming as she pulled you both into a loose embrace, you on her left and Declan on her right.

She proceeded to grab you by the forearm pulling you away from her father and toward the doorway of the kitchen; taking you back for herself so the two of you could go gossip and listen to music in her room.

"Oh daddy, Lizzie says hi by the way!" She was speaking to her father right as you were about to exit the room, and you couldn't help the smirk that found its way to your lips.

Declan's eyes found yours at the sound of the word and both of you were fighting back a laugh as Taggie hauled you to the stairs.

my masterlist

[midnight-mourning]

Only Place Worth Being

Little something for one of my Secret Valentine's! Hope you enjoy Ben, one of my fav love songs is a bit angsty, but I promise is all works out in the end <3

Song rec: Cold Cold Man - Saints Motel

Word Count: 2302

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You sigh, feeling defeated as you set the vase back down on the desk. All day, you'd waited for any kind of acknowledgement. A thank you, a nod, even just a passing glance. 

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Another gift, another failed attempt. 

And on Valentine's, at that. 

You take one of the flowers out, twisting it between your fingers. 

Maybe flowers weren't their thing? Though, that implied that neither were cards, stuffed animals, art supplies, and—okay yeah maybe this was a pattern. 

Maybe gift-giving wasn't their love language? They always accepted gifts from the children without hesitation, fawning over them and the likes. Proudly announcing their joy at receiving something so lovely, and displaying it for all to see somewhere in the Daycare. Could it really just be all an act? 

You try to reason with yourself more and more as you set the flower back. You felt bad that they'd go to waste, and almost considered taking them home with you, but that just felt… pathetic. And rude. 

You need to face the facts; they just didn't love you like you did them. 

They didn't love you at all, for that matter.

You've tried everything to tell them when it came to your side. Hinted at it, joked about it, did everything except outright say the words. And the only reason you hadn't done that was because you felt almost certain of the rejection that would occur. 

So, you tried for the most part to keep your feelings to yourself, only letting slip ups like this happen once in a blue moon. A moment of weakness, a moment of 'what if'. Though you've yet to have that happen. 

You know they tolerated you, you think you were friends at the very least. 

They would tease you, make you laugh, and so on. You worked well together, be that keeping the kids corralled for arts and crafts, or for naptime. You'd spent many a night working late cleaning up, chatting, flirting. Or at least, you'd thought so.

"Sunshine, could you help me clean this table please?" Sun would ask, more than capable of doing it on his own. 

But you'd oblige with a smile and a nod, heart racing every time your hands brushed against each other. Seemingly too many times to just be 'incidental'. 

"Starlight, sit and read this with me, I want to make sure it's something the children will enjoy." Moon insisted, pulling you into his lap where you'd stay until he deemed otherwise. 

But during the day it was almost the complete opposite. They were professional, to the point. Conversational, but brief. Their laughter at your jokes not quite as full, more nervous, or hollow. 

It almost made you feel like you were going crazy, getting the most mixed signals of your life. Maybe that's why you hadn't given up until this point. You always somehow managed to get drawn back in. 

A bout of excited yelling from further in the Daycare interrupts your melancholic thought process. You see Sun is busy with several of the remaining kids, acting out some sort of scene with them as a distractor while they wait to be picked up. 

You lean back against the security desk, sad smile on your lips as you observe. They'd make someone very happy one day, you think. It just wasn't going to be you. 

You needed to finally accept that. 

Sometime a bit later, as you're packing up your bag, your phone rings. Taking a glance you see it's your manager. You answer, not thinking as you're digging in your bag for your keys. 

"Hey." She says. 

"Hey." You reply. 

She sighs, you can hear the tap of a pen. "I got your file pulled up here. Talked to the manager over in rockstar row and they said they're happy to have an extra set of hands if I've got 'em. I just wanted to double check with you before I make any changes."

You cringe at her words, as if you hadn't been expecting them, or this call. You wanted this. You asked for it. You couldn't seriously be upset that you'd gotten exactly what you had asked for. Deal with it now or suffer the consequences later.

It had been the only way, you'd argued. Your little crush was affecting your day to day, and theirs. It wasn't fair to keep pushing when they weren't going to give. And if you stayed here you'd just feel like a burden, and that's the last thing you wanted. You decided that you'd still do your best to remain friends, maybe hang around and offer guidance and the likes to whoever took your place.

"I, yeah, give me a second,"—you still can't find your keys, now confused and frustrated—"I can't seem to find my—"

A jingling sound from behind you stops you in your tracks. And just as you turn around to find yourself face to chest with a yellow torso do you hear the 'call ended' noise go through your phone. 

Only then do you realize you'd been on speaker. 

Your eyes slowly move up, meeting Sun's gaze after a moment. 

His smile is as static as always but his eyes are narrow slits that sear into you. You shift your focus slightly to the left to see your keys spinning around his finger. He clears his nonexistent throat and your focus goes back to him. 

No point in beating around the bush. "Um, I was… going to tell you guys. Once it was for sure going to happen. Didn't think you'd take my keys as punishment." The joke is a bust and you know it, especially given his entirely unwavering gaze. 

"Oh, Sunbeam. We took your keys much earlier today, for a different reason entirely." He suddenly bends to your level, rays ticking to the side. "But now, I think I'll be keeping them. Because an explanation is in order."

You think you'd find him intimidating in that moment, but building off your earlier feelings—and all the others you've kept in for so long—all you find is anger and frustration pouring forth. 

"I'm the one who owes an explanation? What about you? What about the both of you and this… game you've been playing with me?" You stand straight, poking a finger into his chest as he jumps back from the touch. It only fuels your fire. "I just, I can't get you. Can't wrap my head around how you can just go from being all over me to flinching at my touch. I think you like me, think you care, and then snap! It's like we're back to square one again. Do you know how much that hurts? Besides the fact that I love you, even if it was just as a friend, being this hot and cold with someone is just cruel, you know. So I was just trying to save all three of us the trouble and finally take myself out of the picture. Because lord knows you two have probably been dying for that to happen."

You take a gasping breath, hand coming up to your hair as you breath heavy, tears pricking your eyes. You dare to spare a glance over to the Attendant. If he didn't hate you before, well, he probably does now. And you're sure it'll be the same with Moon. 

You cough into the silence, cheeks starting to burn. "Now. Can I have my keys back, please?"

Sun doesn't answer you, and you suddenly hear a loud thump. You jump, whipping to look at him and find that he's dropped to his knees. 

He looks nowhere in particular as he speaks, voice barely a whisper. "No, surely... is that, what have I—" He grips his rays tight, they squeak under the force. His words become unintelligible to you, and it's then you realize he's switched to binary. It's garbled, grating, and it worries you. 

You rush over, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but hesitate. "Sun, is everything okay?"

No response, the binary grows in volume, worse, harsher. 

You finally have no choice and have to put your hands on his shoulders. "Sun! Talk to me, Pretty bot."

He snaps to attention, eyes meeting yours as you rub soothing circles into his shoulders. Slowly, his hands release his rays, dropping to his sides. He leans into your touch, head drooping and dropping onto your shoulder. You ignore anything this action stirs in you, especially when he lets out a quiet sigh. 

"Pretty bot?" He asks after a moment.

You can't help the laugh that slips out. "You act like I've never called you that before."

"I took it for granted, then." His hands travel up to rest on your own shoulders, squeezing. "If I'd realized how high the chances were of never hearing it again, I would have treasured it more than I do."

You freeze at this, and he notices, pulling back to look at you, rays spinning a couple times. 

"I'm so, so sorry love, give me, us, a chance to explain, would you?" His hand cups your cheek. "We don't deserve it, but it would mean everything if you did."

You swallow, nodding slowly. "Okay."

Sun rises to his feet again, and extends a hand to you. You pause for a moment, then take it. He suddenly pulls you into a spin, and the Daycare music stops, switching to something else, modern, pop. A piano riff begins to play and Sun guides you into dancing along. 

Sun chuckles softly. "The concept of love, and feelings, it's... exceedingly difficult for us to express properly in words of our own. But, we both think this song puts it near perfectly."

The singer starts then, and you recognize the tune. It's an old favorite of yours, and you know the lyrics well. 

'Oh, my love. I know, I am a cold, cold man. Quite slow to pay you compliments, or public displayed affections...'

You snicker to yourself. That one hit you right in the chest, you won't deny. But the direct acknowledgement right off the bat was a start. 

At the chorus, Sun's hands grip yours tightly. You realize then that he's trembling slightly. 

'You're the only one worth seeing, the only place worth being, the only bed worth sleeping is the one right next to you...'

"Sun—" You start, concerned.

He shakes his head. "We're okay. Please, keep listening."

You frown, but nod. 

The two of you continue to sway and spin, and you listen, really listen. It may be an old favorite, but they've given you an entirely different context to hear it in now. Feel it in now. Appreciate it, now. 

If it's truly a representation of how they feel, for you, then it's finally happened. They've broken you. You keep your feelings inside, waiting until the song is over to say anything. 

As the music fades out, Sun stops your movements, but keeps your hands held in his. 

He speaks before you can. "This is all, so new, to us. And we simply find it terrifying. We don't know how to act, what to do. It's all…  so much. But we were so focused on our own feelings towards you that we neglected you." He looks up to you then, even with that unmoving face of his he's still able to convey a look of genuine distraught and remorse. "We're so, so sorry, love."

"I—"

In that moment, the lights cut, the Daycare—and the Attendant momentarily—powering down.  

Still holding your hands, Moon appears, faceplate spinning once or twice as he meets your gaze. 

Again, you don't get your chance to speak first. "You can hate us if you must. If that does anything to ease the pain we've caused." The naptime attendant rasps out. "To be truthful, I almost wish you would. It's been more than earned." He lets you go then, stepping back. 

"Was it true?" You ask. "About the song being an accurate representation of… how you feel?" You glance down, biting your lip. 

"Stars, Moonbeam. It wasn't even the half of it. It's so much more than that. But yes, to a point, yes."

You shake your head, stepping forward. After a moment, you hold out your arms wide. Moon gets the idea, enveloping you in a hug soon thereafter. 

"I was hurting, a lot." You say against his shoulder.

"I know."

"I was so close to leaving."

Moon makes a rumbling noise, holding you tighter. "We know."

"If this is gonna work, we have to talk more. Okay?"

"As much as you want. Whenever you want. Anything, anything that you'll let us have." You find that he, too, is trembling now. 

You chuckle, petting his hat in an attempt to soothe him. "If that's the case, I guess I can let go of some of the anguish the two of you have put me through."

"We'll do whatever it takes to take that away. To make up for it. Promise. Promise. Promise." It occurs to you then that he's lifting and pressing his faceplate, specifically his smile, into your shoulder. Kissing, he's kissing you.

Oh.

You gently push him back, cupping his faceplate. "Hey, why settle for the alternatives when you can have the real deal?" 

Moon stares at you a moment, so still you'd think he powered down. Then, you're being peppered with kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and your lips, especially your lips. 

You laugh, trying half-heartedly to push him away. "Quit it! I'm serious! So greedy."

"Yes." Moon hisses in between kisses. "Absolutely. Always."

You finally give in and succumb to the love being bestowed upon you then. You think you liked the sound of that. 

Always.

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Gahhh this was a lot of fun, a bit angsty but I think it got cute and sweet by the end, I was really channeling the song and like the vibes, Happy Valentine's Bensus!!!

Adding the tag list since it's writing stuff

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[demon-at-peace]

DP + DC Danny/Damian

hi another rambling about DC + DP, this time it's a Damian/Danny so basically it's them repeatedly meeting and reacting violently, do I know how that turns into romance? nah. also if you saw this in a community that was me, it's not copied it's just me posting it in both, yep,

Anyhow the first time they meet is when Danny is feeding the cats and Damian is Robin, Damian thinks he's hurting the cats (cause i'll betcha scarecrow uses animals as lab rats) so he comes in sword first ready to stab. Danny thinks it's a ghost and he doesn't have anything but a shitty swiss army knife, so he also stabs first, Damian comes out with a deep gash on his side and Danny wins the match. 0-1

The second time is at Gotham academy, Danny sits by Damian at lunch and Damian judo flips him, what happens after that is the most violent and bloody fight GA has ever seen, and they had 3 robins at GA. Clockwork comes and picks Danny up and Bruce picks Danny up. Damian wins though. 1-1

The third time is when Danny is Phantom and Damian is normal, Damian cuts the line not realizing Danny, (you can not tell me after the acts got repealed he didn't go about his day as Phantom) and Danny loses his shit, another brawl that results in clockwork dragging him away again. Damian wins this one to. 2-1

the fourth time is when both are in costume, they try to stop the same mugging, the mugger proceeds to watch the most brutal beat down of his life, as these two heroes almost kill each other, knives to the necks, it's war. Danny wins. 2-2.

They both know too, it's so obvious to Damian that Fenton is Phantom, and obvious to Danny (he can see souls) that Damian is Robin. And they know the other knows, and they don't care they fucking hate each other regardless.

So these fights keep happening, and eventually Danny starts to enjoy them, he misses fighting his rouges and all the muggers and people are weak, so he's having fun, and starts considering Damian as a friend. Damian has fun too, Danny is already dead so he doesn't need to double check his style and make sure it's safe.

After fights now they chat, whoever wins helps the other up and gets treated to bat burger, they laugh and compare fighting styles. They pet the cats in the ally's together, and when Robin patrols alone Phantom tends to join him. No big confession either just Danny gives Damian a kiss on the cheek, and starts calling him Dami. And Damian brings him flowers and Alfred's cooking.

But the bats don't see the quiet times in allies or at bat burger, they see the massive sparring matches and they think it's war still, till Damian is like "Can I bring my boyfriend over?" and they lose their fucking shit,

also the score counts keep happening, I think it;s funny and they keep count, whoever wins has to do something for the other, hence why they start bringing each other stuff. And both are rich as fuck so the gifts will either be flowers or a palace who knows?

Yep bye, thanks for reading, :)

edit: I just realized in the third one "cut the line" sounds like grapples, but in my minds they are waiting for food at bat burger and Damian cuts inforunt, not noticing Danny

[npookie0]

can u do kc x mc who's unbearably afraid of death/dying :3

KC x mc scared of dying!

Headcanons!

The headers were made by my friend Ellie, she deleted her social media so I can't credit her but she was known as Elysiaheaven before!

He finds it amusing, a person who's scared of dying who's also in love with a serial killer? Heck, you're really weird in your fears.

He will taunt you, sometimes poke fun at you, but he will always make sure that it's not too much for you.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't need to fear death with me, it won't come to you. Unless I am the one serving it to you." He would whisper into your ear every time you would speak of your fears. He would cradle you in his arms and whisper his promises to keep you alive.

If you're afraid of him when he comes back home after a kill, he won't approach you until he's clean from all the blood. Maybe he's a cold blooded killer but he'll make sure that you're comfortable around him.

When he first noticed how unbearably afraid you were of his death threats, he was quick to realise how deep your fear ran, how anxious it made you feel. His death threats were gone, or they simply softened to something that you could easily recognise as not actually threatening.

"Maybe if you'd taken someone's life you wouldn't be so scared of death?" He asked, while the two of you were chatting. He shared these ideas with you many times, but they never went any further than suggestions or persuasions.

"Aww love, don't worry nothing can harm you with me." She hugs you tightly, keeps you close, makes sure you feel safe with her, safe and alive.

Angel is anxious about you fearing her sometimes, after all she's the one serving death, death that you fear so deeply. You reassured her that you aren't afraid of her and don't associate death with her.

Whenever Ronin is trying to tease you or threaten you for fun, Angel will reassure you that he's just joking and will explain your problem to him - may get angry if he acts like an asshole about it.

Angel will do everything in her power to make you feel comfortable, especially when you're surrounded by death in the serial killer server, if she notices that chatting with them stresses you out or that feel endangered in any way she will move you to her dms so you will focus only on her.

If you're paranoid about someone or something being a possible cause for your death, Angel will erase it, you're hers nothing and no one will fuck around with her partner or friends if they care about their own lives.

If you were in a near death experience before and it caused your strong fear, she will listen to your story, show care and deep understanding. Cuddle up with you and kiss your knuckles.

He's a protector, it's in his nature to make sure you're save and sound. He will never let anything harm you, his safety is one of his priorities.

He finds your deep fear as something natural, primal, it sits well with his morals.

He won't push you to ravish in death, nor will he treat you like you're a little child, keeping you hidden from the world because of your fear. V will slowly try to help you get adjusted to the idea of death if your fear is making your life harder than it should be.

He will let you keep one of his dogs, one of the bigger ones, so it can protect or at least make you feel safer when he's not around.

"Please fear not, my dear, nothing dangerous will happen to you." He'd whisper while he holds your hand, squeezing it gently, a gesture meant to calm your nerves.

V will offer to teach you self defence, it''s a skill not only usable, but also grounding for you. If you can defend yourself your chances to avoid death in case you're attacked are much bigger.

Misaki has a similar fear, their anxiety while performing their assassinations is close to your fear of death. They can understand you well and you can give them the same understanding and care they'd give you.

She tries to take away your attention from death by making silly jokes, spending time with you in calls and just being a big goof. It's helping, a lot actually.

If you're scared of Misaki dying and not coming back alive from the job, they will always call you right after they finished the job; "hey there pretty silly person, I'm heading home now. Oh, how am I? My hands are shaking as hell but other than that I'm better, now that I can hear your cute voice."

If they're in your area, you will wait at the door for them, you don't care if they're soaked in blood, you just want to see your partner coming back alive and well, especially if the target is dangerous,

Misaki isn't the best with words, they don't know how to give you reassurance, but they will try their best to just show you that being afraid is okay and they will always be there to ease your anxiety.

They will get you out of the server if they see how uncomfortable talking about death might be to you, be it spending time in real life or online, they'd do anything to ease your mind.

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Bless My Soul (DARK SMUT)

Summary: Logan hits a wall when he feels he can't learn more about you from a distance.

Warnings: Dark yandere! Logan, Stranger! reader, PwP, PnV, Rape, Talk of reader being property, Stalking and mention of stalking, Kidnapping?, Ally-way sex, Semi-public sex, Being talked into it, Worship, Cumming inside, No protection, Slight praise. Let me know if I missed and anything and READ AT YOU OWN CAUTION

Word Count: 5.9k

Logan was always a mysterious man, known for his rugged charm and fierce loyalty. But, he had a dark secret. He was a yandere, a man who was obsessed and possessive to the point of madness when it came to the one he loved. He had been watching his darling for weeks. He knew everything about you - your daily routine, your favorite haunts, your deepest secrets. He had watched you with a mixture of love and jealousy. He wanted you all to himself, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen.

Logan sat in the darkened corner of the coffee shop, sipping his coffee and watching you intently. He could feel the fire of obsession burning inside him as he watched you laugh and chat with your friend. He had been following you for weeks, obsessively taking notes on your daily habits, studying your likes and dislikes. He had even broken into your apartment a few nights ago and touched everything you owned, feeling a perverse sense of intimacy with you. You were sitting at your favorite coffee shop with your best friend, enjoying a cup of your favorite coffee, when you suddenly felt a shiver go down your spine. You couldn't explain it, but you had a terrible feeling that you were being watched. You looked around the busy café, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to you. Still, the feeling of being watched persisted, and you couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over you.

Logan was sitting in a booth in the corner of the shop. To anyone else, he looked like just another customer, sipping coffee and reading the paper. But really, he was watching you. Observing you. He was mesmerized by every little thing about you. The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you held your coffee cup. He studied every move you made, taking in every single detail. He was becoming even more obsessed. As you continued chatting with your friend, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the feeling of being watched intensified. You discreetly looked around, and your eyes landed on Logan sitting in the corner booth. His gaze was fixed on you, intense and unblinking. You tried to ignore him and continue your conversation, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was studying you, analyzing you like a predator watching its prey. Logan couldn't keep his eyes off you. He watched every little movement you made, every gesture, every expression on your face. He was drawn to you like a magnet, unable to look away. He knew he was being too obvious, but he didn't care. He wanted you to notice him. He wanted you to know that he was watching you, stalking you. He needed you to know that you were his. You and your friend said your goodbyes, and you headed out into the busy street. The feeling of being watched was still there, and you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that you were being followed. You glanced over your shoulder, but there was no sign of Logan anywhere. You quickened your pace, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that was building inside you. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to find Logan standing behind you, a small, almost sinister smile on his lips.

"Hello, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice low and rough. He leaned in closer, his gaze fixed intently on you. "You're even more beautiful up close." Logan's smile widened as he saw the look of surprise on your face. He stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. "You really thought you could get away from me that easily, huh?" he said, his voice was low and raspy. You took a step back, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion at Logan's sudden appearance. You tried to keep your composure, but you couldn't hide the shiver that ran down your spine as he moved closer to you. "Who are you?" you asked, trying to sound authoritative, but your voice came out shaky and uncertain. "Oh, don't play coy with me, sweetheart," Logan said, his smile growing wider. He took another step forward, closing the distance between you even further. "You don't recognize me? I'm hurt." He reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, but the look in his eyes was anything but. You shivered as Logan touched your hair, his touch was possessive and invasive. You tried to back away from him, but he grabbed your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you closer to him. "Let go of me," you said, trying to sound brave, but your voice betrayed the fear that was coursing through you. "Now why would I do that?" Logan said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, sweetheart, and I'm not going to let you go anytime soon." His grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you even closer, his body pressing against yours. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as if he was committing you to memory. Logan's eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement as he leaned in even closer to you. "You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "And you're never getting away from me." Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You tried to struggle, but his grip was strong and unyielding. He began walking briskly through the crowd, dragging you along behind him.

You could feel panic rising in your chest as Logan pulled you through the busy streets. People parted to let him pass, and some even took notice of him dragging you along like a prized possession. You tried to call for help, but he placed a hand over your mouth, silencing you instantly. "Don't even think about it, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine now, and no one can save you from me." Logan led you down an alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. Once he was sure no one could see you, he pushed you against the wall, pinning you there with his body. His eyes bore into yours with a possessive intensity, and his grip on your wrists was unyielding. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice rough. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here with me, sweetheart." You could feel the cold, hard wall pressing against your back, and the hot breath of Logan against your face. He was so close that you could smell the hint of cologne and cigarettes on him, and it was making you nauseous. You tried to squirm away from him, but his body was like a wall of muscle trapping you in place. Your mind began to race with thoughts of escape, but his iron grip on your wrists only tightened more. Logan leaned closer to you, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "There's no point in fighting me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now, and I'm never letting you go." He moved even closer, his body pressed completely against yours, trapping you against the wall. "You're mine," he repeated, as if trying to drill the idea into your head.

Your heart hammered loudly in your chest, and you could feel sweat beginning to form on your brow. You tried to struggle, to push him away, but his body was too strong, too close. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from yours. "Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "You have to let me go. This isn't right." "Oh, but it is right," Logan said, his voice gruff. "You're mine now, sweetheart, and you're going to learn to accept that." He leaned in even closer, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your face. "You're never going to leave me, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me, now and forever… but maybe I should prove it to you." You shivered as he spoke, the cold intensity in his voice sending chills down your spine. You didn't know what he meant by "proving" it, but you had a sinking feeling that you weren't going to like it. You tried once more to push him away, but his grip on your wrists was unyielding, and he pressed you even harder against the wall. Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, and he leaned in even closer, his face scant inches from yours. His eyes were fixed on you, their intensity sending chills down your spine. "You don't know it yet, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and rough. "But you're going to love me, whether you like it or not…" He moved even closer, so close that you could almost taste his breath on your lips. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with fear and uncertainty. You could feel his breath on your face, hot and uneven, and his body was so close to yours that you were practically melded together. You tried to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out. All you could do was stare into his gaze, trying to keep your composure. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that was so palpable in his eyes. His grip on your chin was firm, almost painful, and he was holding you in place with such intensity that you couldn't look away. You tried to keep your composure, to keep the fear and panic from showing on your face, but every muscle in your body was tense and trembling.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice rough. "Are you scared?" he asked, but there was no hint of mockery in his tone. He leaned in even closer, so close that his lips were mere millimeters from yours. "There's no need to be scared," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't hurt you… much." His words sent chills down your spine, but there was something oddly convincing about them. You knew you should be terrified, but there was a small part of you that wanted to believe him, even if it was just for a moment. You could feel his breath on your face, his body pressed against yours, and it was all you could do to keep from collapsing in fear. His words sent chills down your spine, but there was something oddly convincing about them. You knew you should be terrified, but there was a small part of you that wanted to believe him, even if it was just for a moment. You could feel his breath on your face, his body pressed against yours, and it was all you could do to keep from collapsing in fear. Logan noticed the way your body trembled beneath his touch, and a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "Don't be scared, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just let me taste you…" You could feel your resolve beginning to crack, and you were fighting every instinct in your body to keep from giving in to his demand. His words were like a spell, weaving their way into your mind, and you could feel yourself being pulled in by his intensity. You wanted to resist, to fight him off, but something about his tone made you hesitate.

Logan's eyes were like a predator's as he leaned in closer, his gaze intensely fixated on you. His grip on your wrists grew tighter, almost to the point of pain, but he didn't seem to care. He was entirely focused on you, his mind consumed by his desire to claim you as his own. Logan's eyes were wild with excitement as he leaned in closer, his lips just barely touching yours. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Mine and no one else's." He cupped your face in his hands, his touch firm and unyielding. "No one else is ever going to touch you, ever again. You belong to me, and I'm never letting you go." You could feel the intensity in his touch, in his gaze, and it was making it hard for you to think straight. You wanted to say something, to fight back against him, but the words were caught in your throat. You were so close to him, so close to his body, that you could feel his heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You could feel the power of his words, the possessive desire that radiated off him like a tangible force. It was overwhelming, and you were quickly coming to the realization that there was no escaping him. He was too strong, too fixated on you, and there was nowhere for you to run. You were trapped, and he had no intention of ever letting you go. Your mind was racing with thoughts of escape, but every plan you came up with was quickly dismissed as impossible. You were helpless, completely at the mercy of this man who was obsessed with you to the point of madness.

Logan could feel the fear radiating off of you, and he reveled in it. He loved the way your body trembled in his grip, the way your heart raced in your chest, the way your eyes widened with fear. It all fed his obsession, his possessive desire, and it only made him want you more. As he felt your body tremble in his arms, Logan could no longer resist the urge to make his move. He lunged forward, pulling you against him with a force that took your breath away. His lips crashed against yours in a messy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with a possessive fervor. He held you in place, his body pressed against yours, his grip on you so tight that it was almost painful. He kissed you with a hunger that was almost animalistic, his mind completely consumed by the need to claim you. You were powerless against his strength, your body crushed against his as he kissed you with a frenzy that was both terrifying and thrilling. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, exploring every inch of it with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the heat of his desire, and it was almost overwhelming. You tried to struggle, to push him away, but his grip on you was unyielding. You had never experienced something like this before, and you were completely unprepared for the intensity of his desire. His tongue explored your mouth with a possessive fervor. His body was pressed against you so tightly that it was almost suffocating. You tried to pull away, to stop him, but his grip only tightened, and his kiss only deepened. It was as if he was trying to consume you, to claim you as his own in every possible way.

As Logan deepened the kiss, he also became more aggressive and dominant, his teeth grazing against your lips in a way that was almost sadistic. He pulled your body even closer to his, his grip so tight that it was painful, and his kiss became more forceful, more demanding. It was as if he was trying to break you, to make you submit to him completely. His tongue forced its way into your mouth with an intensity that felt almost like an invasion, and he held you in place with an almost brutal strength. The kiss that Logan was laying on you was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was not gentle, not loving, but possessive and dominating. Your whole body was on fire, and you were having trouble focusing on anything except for him. His tongue invading your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips, the way he was holding you so tightly, it all felt like a violent assault on your senses. You tried to protest, to push him away, but your words were muffled by the intensity of the kiss, and his grip on you was uncompromising. As Logan's kiss became even more intense, he finally broke away, his breath ragged and uneven. His eyes were wild with desire, and there was a mad gleam in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn't give you time to catch your breath before he roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the wall. In one fluid motion, he spun you around and slammed you onto the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you hit the ground hard. You gasped for breath as your body slammed against the ground, the impact leaving you dazed and disoriented. You tried to catch your bearings, but Logan was already on top of you, his body pinning you to the ground. His hands were already at your wrists, holding them tightly on either side of your head. He leaned down so that his face was mere inches from yours, his eyes fixed intensely on you.

Logan's face was so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He loomed over you, his body pinning you to the ground, his grip on your wrists so tight that it was almost painful. His eyes were fixated on you like a predator eyeing its prey. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were mine. We were meant to be together, destiny brought you to me, and nothing can change that. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go. You belong to me forever" You could feel the fear gripping you again as he spoke, his words more like a declaration of ownership than a promise of love. He was so obsessed with you, so fixated on possessing you in every possible way, that it was almost impossible to escape. You tried to rationalize with him, to tell him that this was madness, but his eyes were wild with feverish zeal, and there was no reasoning with him. His words echoed in your ears like a prophecy, and you were beginning to feel like there was no way out of this nightmare. Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, and his body pressed even harder against yours. You could feel the hardness of his muscles through his clothing, and his body was so close to yours that you could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned in even closer, his face only a few inches above yours. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice almost a snarl. "No one else is ever going to touch you, ever again. You're my possession, my property, and I'm not letting you go." He looked at you with savage intensity, as if trying to tear your soul itself out of your body. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable, and you were beginning to feel like you were drowning in his desire. You couldn't escape, you couldn't fight back, you were completely at his mercy. His hold on you was unyielding, his body crushing yours into the ground. "Please," you managed to choke out, your voice a strangled whisper. "Please, let me go."

Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, his body pressing even harder against yours. You felt like you were losing control, unable to escape. Your words fell on deaf ears as his only focus was on you. "Never!" he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'll never let you go. You're mine, forever." He looked at you with a crazed intensity, his eyes glittering with a hint of madness. His body pressed harder against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath his clothing. "I guess I just need to claim you in a more physical way, sweetheart," he said, his voice low. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew what was about to happen. You tried to struggle, to fight him off, but it was no use. His grip on you was ruthless, and his body was much stronger than yours. "Please," you begged, your voice shaking. "Please, don't do this." "Stop acting like you don't want this," he said, his voice almost a purr. "I know you do. You want me as much as I want you." His body was pressed so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. "I've seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. You're just as obsessed with me as I am with you." "No," you protested weakly, but your words sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. You tried to deny it, to push away the fact that there was a tiny, traitorous part of you that wanted this, but everything he had said was true. He had seen through you, he had seen the way you had looked at him, he knew the truth. Logan was a mutant, with heightened senses. He could smell the desire emanating from your body, even as you tried to deny it. "Don't bother denying it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I can smell it on you, sweetheart. You want me just as much as I want you."

You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you as you realized that your body had betrayed you. He was right, you did want him, even if you didn't want to admit it. You had tried to ignore it, to push it deep down inside, but he had seen through you. His heightened senses had picked up on your desire, and it was impossible to deny. "I…no," you said weakly, but your body was already a dead giveaway. "Don't bother denying it," he repeated, his words a soft, low growl. "I can smell your desire, sweetheart. It's intoxicating, and I want to taste every bit of you." He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his grip on your wrists becoming even more intense. "You can't hide it from me," he said, his voice becoming deeper and more possessive. "Your body betrays you, and I know what you really want." You felt a shiver run down your spine, your body responding to his every touch and word. He was right, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, and there was no escaping it. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. "Please," you whispered, but it was more like a plea of surrender than a request for mercy. Logan's eyes darkened with desire, his body becoming rigid with anticipation. "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Say it." Your mind was reeling, your thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to resist, to fight back and deny him. But another part, a part that was growing louder with each passing moment, wanted to give in, to submit to him completely. Your body trembled beneath his gaze, and the words spilled out before you could stop them. "I…I want you," you whispered, your voice almost a whimper. A predatory smile crossed Logan's face, and he leaned in even closer, his grip on your wrists becoming almost painful. "Good pet," he growled, his voice low and approving. "That's what I wanted to hear." He pressed his body against yours, his every touch and gesture possessive and dominant. "You're mine now, sweetheart. Completely and undeniably mine."

Your body was responding to his every touch, every word, each one sending a shiver through your body. You knew you were completely at his mercy, vulnerable and exposed to him in every possible way. The fear and desire coiled together in your gut, leaving you powerless to resist his advances. You tried to focus on something, anything other than the intensity of his presence, but it was impossible. You were helpless against his possessive desire. His lips traced a path along your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and little nibbles. "I can taste your desire on your skin," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's intoxicating, and I want more of it." He moved his hands from your wrists to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "You're mine, sweetheart. And I'm going to take what's mine." You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his desire consuming every part of him. You could hear his ragged breathing, his lips grazing your skin, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it was almost painful. You could feel your own desire growing, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist him. "Please," you whispered, your voice a mix of fear and desire. "Please don't-" He silenced your plea with a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth, claiming every inch of you. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with lust. "Shh, baby. Don't fight this. We both know you want this just as much as I do." His hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach before moving higher to cup your breasts. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Your body is betraying you, sweetheart. It's telling me how much it craves my touch." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Just give in to me. Let me make you feel things you've never felt before. I promise I'll take good care of you." It was getting harder and harder to resist him, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You knew you should resist, that this was wrong, but the desire was overwhelming. His words and touch were like a siren's song, pulling you in and making it impossible to think straight. "Please," you whispered again, but it was more of a plea than a protest.

He smiled wickedly at your weak protest, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. "That's it, baby. Just let go and surrender yourself to me completely." His hands made quick work of removing your shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. He drank in the sight of your exposed skin hungrily. "Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I imagined." Leaning down, he captured one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling and biting gently as his hand continued its exploration of your curves. He could feel your body trembling beneath him, could hear the hitches in your breath. It only spurred him on, his own arousal growing with each passing second. "I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promised darkly, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone. His hands roamed your body possessively, mapping out every dip and curve. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, tugging them down slowly. "Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. Let me get these off you." As soon as there was enough room, he yanked them fully off, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him. The cool night air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. But then his large hands were back on you, caressing your thighs, your hips, your stomach. "So fucking perfect," he groaned appreciatively. He settled himself between your legs, his clothed erection pressing insistently against your core. "Can you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me?" He rocked his hips, grinding against you teasingly. "Tell me you want this." His touch was overwhelming, his words sending shivers down your spine. He was so big and powerful, and it made you feel small and vulnerable. But it also made you feel safe, like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. You could feel his excitement, his desire for you, and it was almost too much to bear. "I…I want this," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I want you, Logan."

A triumphant grin spread across his face at your admission. "That's my good pet," he purred, rewarding you with a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you thoroughly. When he finally broke away, his eyes were blazing with hunger. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. Better than anyone ever has." He reached down, unbuckling his belt and freeing his impressive length. It bobbed heavily between his legs, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Positioning himself at your entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock teasingly along your slit, coating himself in your slick arousal. "Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you." Your body trembled with anticipation, aching to be filled by him. You could feel the heat of his cock pressing against your most intimate place, stoking the flames of your desire. "Please, Logan," you whimpered, arching your hips up desperately. "Please, I need you so badly. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. Please, fuck me! Make me yours!" The filthy words spilled from your lips, your inhibitions lowered by lust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you tried to pull him closer. "I'm yours, all yours. Claim me, ruin me for anyone else. Fuck me until I can't walk straight!" "Fuck yes, that's what I like to hear," he growled approvingly, his eyes darkening with lust at your desperate pleas. With no further hesitation, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation. "Ohhh fuck, you feel incredible. So goddamn tight around my cock." He set a hard, fast pace right from the start, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the alleyway, mixing with your wanton moans and his grunts of pleasure. One of his hands gripped your hip bruisingly tight while the other snaked up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there - a dominant reminder of who you belonged to now.

Your mind went blank as he entered you, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. He was so big, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building the coil of tension in your core. Your inner walls fluttered and clenched around his thick shaft, trying to draw him even deeper. "Yes, yes, YES!" you cried out shamelessly, too lost in bliss to care about being quiet anymore. The feeling of his strong hand wrapped around your throat, not choking but simply claiming, only heightened your arousal. You could feel yourself hurtling towards an earth-shattering climax already, your body wound tighter than a bowstring. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" you begged, meeting his brutal thrusts as best you could. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close. Determined to push you over the edge, he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, making sure to hit that special spot inside you with every stroke. "That's it, baby. Come for me," he commanded huskily, his voice rough with exertion and pleasure. "I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock as you cum on it." His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. At the same time, he leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he bit down just shy of pain. The dual stimulation combined with his relentless pounding quickly became too much to bear. "Cum for me," he demanded, his hips snapping forward sharply. "Let go and give me everything." The combination of his words, his skilled touches, and the relentless pounding of his cock pushed you past the point of no return. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out from the intensity of it. "Ahhn, L-logan," you screamed, your voice echoing off the alley walls. Your pussy clamped down HARD on his pistoning cock, rippling and squeezing as it milked him for all he was worth. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed through you, your whole body convulsing with the force of it. Tears streamed down your face from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, drool leaking from the corner of your slack mouth. You were completely lost to the sensations, your mind blown to bits, reduced to nothing but a quivering, cumming mess. "S-so good…"

Feeling your pussy clamp down on him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth, was almost too much for him to handle. Your screams of ecstasy, the way your body shook apart beneath him, the lewd sounds of your juices squelching obscenely with each thrust - it all drove him wild with lust. "Fuck, just like that! Milk my cock, baby. Take every last drop," he grunted, his rhythm faltering as his own release rapidly approached. With a few more erratic thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and let go, painting your insides white with his hot seed. "Ohhhh fuuuck," he groaned long and low, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside you. You could feel the heat of his release flooding your insides, marking you as his. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt of his potent cum pumping into your spasming cunt. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely filled with his essence, sent aftershocks of pleasure zinging through your nerves. You went limp beneath him, utterly spent and satisfied, a dopey smile on your face. "Mmmm…so good," you mumbled dazedly, still floating in the aftermath of your intense high. Your body felt heavy and tingly all over, muscles loose and relaxed. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your respective highs. He nuzzled into your neck, placing soft kisses along your sweat-dampened skin. "You did so well, baby. Took my cock like you were made for it," he praised, his voice a low rumble against your ear. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out of you with a soft groan. A trickle of his cum leaked out of your used hole, and he smirked at the sight. "Look at the mess we made. Such a good pet, taking my load so deep."

He pulled away from you, looking at you with that possessive gleam in his eyes. "You're really mine now," he said gruffly. "And don't you forget it." He ran a hand through your hair, almost tenderly, but the gesture was still possessive and dominating. "I'm gonna mark you as mine, sweetheart again and again until the end of time," he said, his voice gruff again. "I want everyone else to know you belong to me." He was so intense, so possessive, it was almost scary. But there was a small part of you that felt a thrill at the way he claimed you, like you were something special and precious to him. But you tried to push that feeling away, knowing that this was all wrong and you should be fighting against him. "I'm not your possession," you said, your voice a mixture of defiance and fear. He just chuckled, his grip on you not relaxing. "Oh sweetheart, you are very much my possession. You belong to me now, and I plan on keeping you."

"Forever."