#checks the menu and finds ‘hey that memory you start with? it’s still there- but completely changed and unrecognizable beyond it’s title’

[aquamarinebling]

isat au where everything is the same except, as the game goes on, the “memory of self” slowly decreases the amount of stat points it gives until it reaches the negatives & takes points instead

[kingkatsuki]

Ready Player One | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is my submission to the BNHArem Valentines Day collab! The prompt was romance tropes so I decided to do my own spin on long distance relationships. I hope you enjoy it and please check out the other amazing creators here.

Once again a massive thank you to @katsukikitten​ for reading through more of my shit and being so supportive (as always!), and also a special thank you to @mindninjax​ for being so sweet when I was talking about this idea to them and to @tiphandoms​ for giving me the incredible idea for one of the naughty Bakugou scenes in the middle!

Summary: You’d moved to Musutafu to get a fresh start, hoping to create fresh memories to repair the past. What you didn’t expect was for it to be so lonely and isolating, finding it difficult to make new friends in a new city. Deciding to pick up a copy of the latest gaming craze ‘Equilibrium’ in the hopes that you might find some people to help you through the lonely nights or at the very least distract you from feeling so alone. What you don’t expect, however, is to fall in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings: 18+, m!masturbation (Bakugou has a lot of dirty thoughts about you), f!masturbation, phone sex, sending nudes, cockblocking, sex with feelings, cunnilingus, fingering, praise praise praise, spanking (only a few taps), Bakugou picks us up (we think we’re too heavy, but he’s a pro hero), cumshots, creampie, sweat, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. 

Word Count: 34.4k

It had been daunting moving to a completely new city where you knew no one, a feeble attempt at starting afresh and hopefully gaining a source of independence. Convincing yourself that you’d try harder to put yourself out there and meet new people, but instead, you found yourself staring out into the coastline each evening. The view from your apartment really was the best part about it, picking it solely for the location. You’d decided to move to the Takoba region of Musutafu, hoping that it would give you the serenity of the coast while still remaining close to the busy hustle and bustle of city life. It helped that the apartments were more than half the price here, although that could also be because your new home was quite literally falling apart.

Your friends from your small hometown kept asking whether you’d met new friends or even found love but you brushed them off each time, telling them that you were talking to a lot of people and enjoying your time here. When in reality the only people you spoke to during your week were the unsociable colleagues at your new office job or the sweet man who ran the Yakitori restaurant downstairs.

The one thing you were glad to have in your new apartment was your gaming setup. A large custom tower computer, paired with your comfortable gaming chair and over-ear headphones. You’d seen numerous advertisements for the new craze online when looking up cheat codes for Legend of Zelda, noticing players everywhere raving about this new MMORPG called Equilibrium. You’d managed to pick up a copy on your way home from work as you placed the disc inside the CD drive, much preferring this method of gaming to digital copies as you began to download the important parts of the game onto your desktop. “Equilibrium” flashed up on the screen as the software booted up, immediately shifting your mouse to select the female avatar as you picked your cosmetics. Choosing a hairstyle not far off from the one you currently had, matching your eye colour and moving on to choosing the perfect outfit.

Once your avatar was created and you joined the home city, you were surprised to see so many players for such a new game. Quickly scrolling the menu to find a team of people to play with as you submerged yourself into this new world. Finding out quickly that the large majority of people playing this game were men, and they’d decided to slide straight into your inbox unprompted.

Vegetasama: Hey, sexy. Are you looking for a good time?

Was he serious? On an MMORPG game? You thought that shit died out in the early 00s, rolling your eyes as you immediately moved to click the ‘block’ button, his avatar instantly vanishing from the city lobby.

Lighteningbolt: I bet you’re even prettier than your avatar.

This is what you hated about these games, the social chat once you’d formed a team made it so easy for these guys to try and chat you up when you just wanted to unwind. It had been fun at first, but your avatar seemed to garner you too much unwanted attention. Sure, you were lonely and could do with the company, but why did they all have to be so crass?

You decided to ignore him as the countdown ran down to sixty seconds, waiting patiently for the game to begin as you gripped your mouse. Hoping that the guy would give up and just play the game with you so you could at least beat the floor boss at this level and make it to the next stage.

Lighteningbolt: Hello? Are you there?

You weren’t expecting the guy to be the best player, one look at his stats board showed him as an average player at best— but you definitely didn’t expect him to die in the first two minutes. Groaning as his avatar disappeared and left you alone to try and beat the boss. Almost impossible now you’d lost your teammate. You sat back in frustration as you watched the large creature loom forward, giving a swing of its axe as it sliced you open.

Lighteningbolt: I’m sorry, I’m not usually that bad.

Lighteningbolt: Let's go again? I’ll do better this time.

Lighteningbolt: Please.

Lighteningbolt: Hello?

You moved the cursor to block him too, debating on whether to just do some training floors alone before closing the game for the night when you noticed a male avatar standing in the corner of the large cityscape. Hovering your mouse over him to see his level.

Level 20.

A pretty low level for him to have custom content already, the sword he was wielding was larger than his avatar, holding it against his back in a similar fashion to a Final Fantasy character. Checking his information to see extremely high stats, the number of hours clocked was also high considering how long the game had been out. It seemed strange that someone with that level was still on the lower floors with you though, looking over at your level 5 indicator. Maybe he was just practising in the meantime to rack up items and points.

You were almost too shy to message him, nervous that he’d brush you away instantly when he looked at your stats- but it wasn’t your fault you were stuck with players that cared more about jacking off than playing the actual game. And it helped that he seemed to be one of the only active players on this level that hadn’t tried to chat you up. Chancing your luck as you clicked onto his avatar-

You: Hey, are you looking for a teammate for the raid boss? :)

LordExplosion: Can you keep up?

You furrowed your brows at his response, this prick really thought he was better than you. Probably yet another guy that took one look at your avatar and assumed you were here for aesthetics and not the actual gameplay.

You: Can you?

LordExplosion: Rich from someone that just lost their last battle.

You groaned, remembering Lighteningbolt that had ended up dying in the first round.

You: That was because of the guy on my team, not me.

LordExplosion: If you think I’m just going to help you coast time the higher floors you’d be wrong.

You: Just one fight, if I’m shit you can drop me.

LordExplosion: Damn right if you’re shit I’m dropping you.

Most of the guys online were trying to start convos with you because of how your avatar looks. Joining a team with other people and the only person that hasn’t tried to chat you up is this guy, in fact, he’d done the opposite. Pretty much insulting you as you joined the lobby with him as your teammate.

LordExplosion: Just keep your eyes on the boss

You: I know how to play.

LordExplosion: Do you?

The clock slowly counted down to zero as the smoke began to clear and the floor boss was revealed once more, noticing the way he stepped forward almost to protect you while you held your scythe. Managing to kill any of the smaller monsters that tried to attack him while he focused on hitting the floor boss with his sword. The length made it easier to hit with long-distance attacks whilst avoiding the arms that reached out to swipe at him.

You watched the health bar continue to fall as your fingers repeatedly pressed the “s” key, rolling the cursor to select a potion as you offered it to LordExplosion, boosting his health when his bar went below thirty. His avatar was huge in comparison to your own, the male character over double your size as he completely towered over you. Trying to stop your imagination from running wild as you continue healing him, your eyes skim the screen to check the countdown before looking back to see other characters already knocked out by the villain.

Pure adrenaline coursed through your veins at the sight of the villain's bar nearing zero, this was the closest you’d ever come to defeating any floor boss, continuing to try your hardest to protect your teammate, finally killing all of the smaller monsters so you could help attack the main boss. Watching as you both landed a strike that had the health bar going to nothing, the villain breaking into a million glittery pieces as he disappeared from your screen. The reward splash page showed up to reveal your rewards as you grinned at your bounty.

LordExplosion: Alright, I’ll give it to you extra, you’re not bad.

You: I practically saved your ass in there. If I hadn’t have healed you, you woulda died!

LordExplosion: I fucking had it.

You: I’m sure you did :)

LordExplosion: Piss off. You’re probably just button smashing anyway.

He was crude and cocky, but at least he wasn’t flirting with you the same way the other guys were. It was almost humorous the way he bit back at you with his own petty comments.

You: So have I done enough to form a team with you, LordExplosion sir?

LordExplosion: Whatever. Just make sure that wasn’t a fluke.

You were excited to discover a new area as you both began to run through the basic trials on this floor, collecting supplies as you continued to both increase in level.

LordExplosion: What the fuck is up with your avatar anyway?

You: What’s wrong with it?

You glared at the screen in confusion, you’d spent so long creating your avatar you wanted it to be perfect and you thought it was- the little extension of you was really cute.

LordExplosion: It’s usually fat single old losers that have avatars like that.

I mean, he did have a point. The few people you’d talked to in-game with female avatars had all turned out to be creeps that tried to flirt with your avatar and you.

You: Yeah, well I picked it because I thought it looked cute.

LordExplosion: Course you did.

You could hear the condescension through the keyboard as you watched him continue to type.

LordExplosion: Surprised you didn’t pick the bikini too.

You remembered seeing that outfit in the custom shop, part of the premium content that made up the game. The outfit made for female avatars consisted of a black one-piece suit and a hefty utility belt that held grenades, guns and knives, paired with a thigh-high pair of boots that actually looked like something you’d want to wear- if you could pull them off. Scoffing when you’d noticed the price for it was around 1500¥, a ridiculous amount to spend on something that wouldn’t enhance gameplay much outside aesthetics and thinking about the number of men that probably purchased it without a second thought just to see their avatar wearing it. There was no way you’d ever pay that for a custom outfit, no matter how empowered it would make you feel.

You: I would’ve if it was free content.

LordExplosion: You sure you’re not a guy?

You: Piss off.

LordExplosion: Whatever.

LordExplosion: You better upgrade your weapons if you’re gonna fight with me, a scythe will only get you so far.

You: It’s got me this far.

You scoffed, he was the one fighting with an over the top sword like this was Final Fantasy and he wanted to make fun of your scythe.

LordExplosion: I think you’ll find I got you this far, sweetheart.

You: I would’ve got here without you, asshole.

LordExplosion: Oh yeah? With who?

He had a point, you’d been struggling to find someone competent enough to reach this level for days, becoming tired of the game when you realised how heavily it relied on having friends that played with you or purchasing custom content.

LordExplosion: Bet you watched one episode of Soul Eater and decided on that hah? No wonder you couldn’t find a partner.

You: I found you didn’t I?

You smirked in satisfaction when he didn’t reply for a moment, clearly lost for words as you navigated back to the game to scroll through the available lobbies again, trying to find one that you could both do in this new unexplored area.

LordExplosion: Felt sorry for you.

You: Yeah, right. I’m the best you’ve had, don't lie.

LordExplosion: Tch, whatever princess. Hurry the fuck up and heal yourself there’s a new raid starting in five.

You couldn’t help the elation inside you when he’d call you princess, your eyes rereading the message as you felt a heat begin to rise inside you. Forgetting to click the room link he’d sent on the screen as you committed the words to memory.

LordExplosion: Oi, hurry the fuck up.

You: Sorry.

You quickly clicked into the room as you watched the timer beginning to decrease, looking at the other teams that sat in there with you. Noticing even these players were still lower levels than LordExplosion was, even though some of them also wielded custom content. Taking a chance before the raid began you moved back to your chat to ask him one final question.

You: Why we’re you still on the lower floors? Your level is way higher than everyone else’s.

LordExplosion: Hadn’t found the right person to play with yet.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that?

You: What do you mean?

LordExplosion: You nearly got taken out by an NPC and you’re asking me what do I mean? You know what I fucking mean.

You’d learned early on playing with Bakugou that he got quite heated during gameplay, often ignoring any messages you tried to send in your chat in favour of what you assumed was button smashing on the other side of the screen. His character doing moves you weren’t even sure how to execute, even after playing for the few weeks you had together. Although you had learned to tell the difference between when he was annoyed and when he was angry, his uppercase rants a clear indication of the latter. He’d even ragequit the game one evening after he’d accidentally sent his character hurdling off a cliff when he jumped to avoid the swing of an axe by an NPC.

You: I didn’t see him coming, it’s not my fault he was disguised as a tree.

LordExplosion: You've gotta be fucking joking.

You: Are we not even going to talk about you dropping the sword? I didn’t even think that was possible in these games.

LordExplosion: SHUT THE FUCK UP

You: Oh upper case, I’m so scared.

LordExplosion: Maybe if you weren’t so shit at the game I wouldn’t have done it.

You: Why don’t you find another partner then?

You know he wouldn’t, not after the number of floors you’d managed to pass together in the last few weeks. You genuinely enjoyed playing with LordExplosion, it was refreshing to find someone just as invested in the storyline as you, as well as being completely reliable. He was always online, no matter what time of the day you logged on. Often asking him what he’d been doing in terms of gameplay when you hadn’t been online and he’d always reply the same “training”. Often giving you extra items he’d managed to find on his side quests so you could add them to your inventory just in case.

The more time you spent online with him, the more you managed to forget the crippling loneliness moving to this city had brought you. No longer trying to think of ways to find new friends in your area, or spending nights feeling alone. You were more than content spending every evening with LordExplosion, and you’d become genuinely grateful for his friendship- even if he was blunt, crass and frankly irritating at times. He’d made you feel less alone when no one else had. Maybe it was the fact that you’d made absolutely no progress on making friends in the city, maybe it was the loneliness and isolation you felt in the moment but you wanted to know more about him.

You’d created this idealised picture of him in your mind over the last few weeks, the lack of information about him affording you the luxury to fantasise about what he looked like or how he sounded. Thinking up romanticised scenarios in your mind about what it would be like to meet him in real life and actually go out together, or maybe even just play the game side by side so you could see how he looked when he played. Whether he had a gaming set up like you, or he just lounged on the couch using a laptop. It was silly really, thinking up these scenarios in your mind because none of it really mattered if you were never going to meet him. Just another stranger online to help you feel a little less lonely and isolated, but thinking up these scenarios made you feel warm inside.

Convinced he was probably located on the other side of the world to you since his schedule seemed to be so erratic. No matter what time of the day you logged on he was there, and he had to sleep at some time right? But either way, you’d still wanted to know more about him… What he did for work, how old he was, his favourite foods. Things that friends should know, and he was your friend now right?

You: Where do you live?

LordExplosion: Why? You being a creep now? Are you sure you ain’t one of the pervy old fuckers you were trying so hard to avoid?

You: I was just trying to find out more about you since we’re friends now.

LordExplosion: Who said we were friends?

You: Don’t try and lie, you know you enjoy my company. Why else would you be indoors on a Saturday night?

LordExplosion: Maybe I just like my own company, princess.

You: Then why talk to me?

You waited for him to respond but after a few minutes, you began to feel guilty. You could understand his trepidation in not wanting to disclose too much information to you. After all, even though it had been a few weeks since you’d started communicating, you were still very much a stranger online. He knew next to nothing about you, and you knew nothing about him.

You: Sorry for being too personal :(

You sat up from your gaming chair as you stretched your arms above your head, trying to help the blood flow through to your stiff joints as you made your way into your kitchen to grab a drink. If LordExplosion didn’t want to disclose any information about himself to you, you supposed it was okay. You were still grateful to have him to talk to, helping you feel a lot less alone. And it was like having someone you could talk to about anything and it didn’t matter because he didn’t know who you were. Complaining to him about your job, your recent move, how hard it had been to try and make friends. And he’d listened to everything.

Coming back to your desktop to sit back down you were happy to see that he’d replied, taking a sip of your drink as you read across the screen.

LordExplosion: I know you only wanna know so you can stalk me, ya little creep.

You: Trust me, I have way better things to be doing than stalking you.

LordExplosion: Like playing games online?

You: You’re doing the exact same thing before you start thinking you’re cooler than me!

You sent the message back to him paired with an angry emoji.

LordExplosion: Oh, I know I’m way cooler than you princess, just look at me.

You could see him twirling his avatar in the game as the character brandished his sword back and forth, rolling your eyes as you grinned.

You: Oh yeah, SO cool.

LordExplosion: That’s right, sweetheart.

You: If I ask you something else are you going to reply?

LordExplosion: Depends what it is.

You: What about your favourite food?

LordExplosion: Why?

You: Well we’re friends now. I'm just trying to ask more about you, get to know each other better since we’ve teamed up a lot.

LordExplosion: Found a raid lobby.

A splash screen appeared with a team battle against an NPC, clicking into it as it immediately added your avatar into the lobby along with his as you moved back to the chatbox.

You: You’re not going to try and ignore me asking your favourite food now, are you? I’m hardly going to show up to your house to kill you with takoyaki balls.

LordExplosion: Get your head in the game, the lobby closes in 30 seconds.

You smiled at his response, it was okay if he didn’t want to tell you anything about himself. He didn’t know anything about you either, to him you were probably another stranger on the internet and he was only interested in teaming up for the game. And if that was all it was then you supposed it was fine, you still appreciated the contact each night. Being able to talk to someone that wasn’t trying to grab your socials or dirty talk through an online game. You prepared the cursor to start the battle when you noticed a final notification ping, signalling a new message.

LordExplosion: Mapo tofu, extra spicy.

You grinned at his response as the countdown ticked down to zero, the screen slowly opening up as the fog cleared and your avatar sat beside his on the world map. Noticing the way he stepped in front of you as he always did when the battles commenced, as though he was trying to protect you with his life. Even though he knew exactly what you were capable of in battle, you’d shown him time and time again.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Fucks sake.

LordExplosion: I swear to god.

LordExplosion: FUCKING MOVE DUMBASS.

You panicked as you let your focus go back to the game, just in time to have a giant swing its bat towards your avatar, blocking it with your scythe as you jumped back.

You: Shit sorry.

You tried to type a response at the same time as fighting.

LordExplosion: Just fucking focus.

You tore your attention from the chat box to try and redeem yourself in battle, wincing when you realised your health bar was already halved. Managing to dodge an attack from a rabid looking goblin as you swung your scythe, hitting it in the side as it fell to the ground. Glancing back up to see your health bar now back at one hundred, realising that LordExplosion must have stopped to help you heal yourself.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that? You decide to paint your nails halfway through?

You: I’m sorry, I was thinking about something.

LordExplosion: Like what?

You: It’s nothing.

LordExplosion: Yeah, well nothing almost cost us. It would be a lot easier to talk on mic while we play.

Was he asking you to voice chat?

You: You want to voice chat with me?

LordExplosion: That’s what I said, dumbass. For the game.

You couldn’t deny hearing him say that it was just because of gameplay hurt, wishing that he wanted to talk to you just as much as you wanted to talk to him.

LordExplosion: At least that way I can make sure you’re paying attention.

During the day you found yourself missing him, spending hours at your desk hoping the clock would move faster so you could get home to log into the game, just to chat to him again. It became less about playing and more about him, giving you something to look forward to instead of the mundane reality of life. There wasn’t an app or mobile version of the game yet so it meant the only times that you could talk to LordExplosion was when you were both online. Wondering if this was how he felt about you when you were at work if he missed you the same way.

Noticing a soft melody began to chime out from your speakers as he initiated the call, both your avatars were now on the screen as it showed a bright green button for ‘accept’ or a dark crimson for ‘decline’. Hovering your cursor over the green for a moment before you clicked, listening as the sweet jingle turned to a soft rustle.

“Bout fuckin’ time,” The voice on the other end rasped, “I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“H-hey,” You couldn’t believe you were stuttering, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, even though he couldn’t see you. Nervously worrying that he didn’t like the tone of your voice, or that you’d say something stupid.

“Finally I’ll be able to tell you what to do and make sure you ain’t slacking.”

“I wasn’t even slacking, Lo-” You were about to call him by his gaming handle and it made you feel so stupid, “Can I ask what I should call you? I feel stupid referring to you as LordExplosion every time.”

“I dunno, sweetheart. Kinda like the sound of it coming from you,” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice through the speakers, “Makes me feel important.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, easing back against your chair as you lay your head back against the headrest, “Lucky you didn’t make your handle LordExplosion-sama.”

“That was my next choice,”

“Stop it,” You scoffed, unable to hide the smile on your face as you took another sip of your drink, “There’s no way I would’ve called you that.”

“That’s what you think, princess.” He scoffed.

“It’d take some real convincing,” You let out an airy laugh as you heard him ‘tch’ on the other side of the line.

“There’s still time.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” You were surprised how easily he’d managed to steal your nerves and pack them away, freeing you from the aching swirl of trepidation in your stomach.

“Bakugou.”

“What?” He’d spoken so softly you weren’t sure you’d even heard him. The word caught you off guard as you suddenly found yourself sitting forward in your seat, moving closer to the screen as though that would help you hear him better.

“You can call me Bakugou.”

“Bakugou.” You repeated, testing the name on your tongue. Was that his name? You felt so silly that finding out this little piece of information made your heart speed up, quickly giving your name in return, but of course, he didn’t use it.

“Yeah okay, dumbass. Can we get back to the game now? There’s another lobby open.” You could hear him typing on the other side of the line and he’d already sent you the invitation that you were quick to click on.

“Oh, yeah sure!” Watching as your avatar was teleported into the waiting room beside his avatar.

“Are you watchin’ the clock this time, sweetheart?” Bakugou grunted, “You know what you’re doing? You gotta get the big, bad monster over there.”

“Shut up,” A laugh left your body in the form of an embarrassing snort, cringing at how unattractive you probably sounded to him.

Why were you even worried about sounding unattractive? It’s not as though it mattered, he knew absolutely nothing about you save for the limited information you’d given him over the last few weeks.

“If that fuckin’ prick with the shuriken comes in again I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ shit,” He growled, watching as the raid lobby began to fill up with other teams, “Last time he threw them at a tree and nearly took me out from behind.”

“I didn’t know he was gonna be so terrible,” You smiled, remembering the way Bakugou had shouted at you that you should’ve helped to protect him, “I don’t even know how he got this high up.”

“Probably leaching off other players,” Bakugou scoffed, “Or spending mummy and daddy’s money. Fuckin’ kids.”

“It’s alright, if I see him again, I’ll accidentally knock him with my scythe.” You laughed, watching as the clock began the familiar countdown to zero.

“If I don’t get him first, stupid prick.” He sneered.

“Alright, let's go.” You smiled when the arena opened up for you, immediately falling in line behind Bakugou’s character as you made your way towards the edge of the board.

“The guide said there’d be some chests to collect in the cave, so we better get ‘em before anyone else.” Bakugou’s avatar gave a fast swing to a tree that tried to reach out to grab him, breaking its foliage as he led the way.

“You actually read a guide for this?” You laughed, “I didn’t realise you were such a nerd.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, “You should be grateful I am so I can level us up faster.”

“For us?!” You replied sarcastically, laughing when you heard him groan on the other side, “I’m so thankful, LordExplosion. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Pay attention, I don’t wanna have to waste any potions on your dumb ass.”

“It’s just through here,” Bakugou made a beeline for the cave that sat in the centre of the screen, quickly moving behind him as you noticed a hoard of bats begin to tumble from the darkness.

“Oh, shit- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” You heard Bakugou scream on the other side of the line, the scared high-pitched tone to his voice had you breaking out into roaring laughter.

“B-Ba-akugou,” You managed to get out between fits of giggles as you heard him begin to grumble on the other side of the line as you tried to catch your breath back, your vision blurry with wet tears as you kept your hands on the keyboard. Trying hard to pay attention, but it was difficult when you heard the man muttering on the other side of the screen.

“I didn’t know that was gonna happen, shut the fuck up-” He grunted, noticing movement as trolls begin to run towards the pair of you, “Oi, pay fuckin’ attention- heads up.”

You tried to calm yourself down to focus on the game, your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling as you swung your weapon towards the creatures. Each of them were low level so relatively easy to defeat as Bakugou slipped by and went towards the chests, your scythe still swinging in motion as you protected him from any more possible ambushes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He grinned as he began to collect the bounty, packing it into his inventory to share with you later as you kept an eye on your health.

“Have you almost got it all, the timer is running down?” You noticed the clock turn red as it began to countdown the final sixty seconds on this raid.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m goin’, I’m goin’, princess.” He opened the final chest just in time for the clock to hit zero. Your rewards flashed up on the screen as you looked at the volume of gold you’d managed to amass from such a simple task.

“Oh my god, that was so fun.” You had tears in your eyes as you wiped at them with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie, “I can’t believe you screamed when the bats flew out of the cave.”

“They just caught me off guard okay. It didn’t say anywhere there was gonna be fuckin’ bats.” He grumbled, and you were certain if you could see him on the other side of the screen he would be pouting.

“It’s a cave, what did you think there would be? Butterflies?” You laughed even harder when you heard him tell you to ‘fuck off’ on the other side of the line.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy. Bakugou seemed to be able to elicit these feelings inside of you without even trying, your face ached from smiling so much and you almost felt sick from the sheer number of butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

“Bet you like having this as an option, hah? So you can talk back to me in real-time.”

“You love it though.” You hummed.

“Love what? Shouting at you? Yeah, I do.” His voice softened, lowering an octave as he left a comfortable silence on the line. The gentle sound of him click-clacking against his keyboard filled your headphones and you let it soothe you as you sat back in your computer chair.

You glanced up at the clock as you were shocked to find out it was already two in the morning, groaning internally when you realised you had to be up for work in less than four hours. You didn’t want to leave, debating whether you should stick around for one more game, but your body was screaming for rest.

“I’ve gotta go, it’s getting kinda late.” You spoke into the mic softly, hearing Bakugou exhale on the other side of the screen as though he’d realised how late it was but hoped that you wouldn’t.

“I get it, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He rasped, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You repeated.

You had to do a double-take as you replayed his last words in your mind— he’d actually called you by your name. Smiling softly as you shut down your computer, padding across the room to climb into bed. Snuggling beneath your duvet you wrapped it tightly around you, falling asleep to thoughts of him.

“Behind you.”

“Shit,” You squealed, smashing the buttons on your keyboard as you were hit with the swing of a troll’s club.

“I thought you knew how to play.” Bakugou scoffed as he continued slashing his sword in front of him, “This fuckers a sponge, can’t kill ‘im.”

“Aim for the eyes,” You swung your scythe, trying to hit but missing the mark.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He growled, “Remember who’s the higher fuckin’ level.”

“Aww, is LordExplosion sad? You gonna ragequit again?” You laughed as you dodged the swing from his sword as it flew by the troll, “Oi, watch it!”

“Oh, sorry about that, sweetheart.” He replied sarcastically, “My bad.”

You’d been lucky to find Bakugou- In the weeks since you’d first voice chatted for the first time, you’d learned a lot more about him, the comfort of hearing a voice on the other side of the screen made it easier to reveal more information to each other about yourselves. Like another layer had been peeled to help you become that much closer, finding out things about him that he hadn’t wanted to share before. He told you that he lived alone, although his friends would often come round to pester him frequently. Completely removing the thought that he was still a forty-year-old man living at home with his parents, although you wondered how he could afford his apartment and all the extra paid in-game content without a job. Sharing more about his favourite movies, favourite games, the things he enjoyed doing outside playing with you and more importantly he listened. It felt good to finally have someone that you could be yourself around, someone that didn’t know you in real life so you didn’t have to try and put up a facade to make yourself sound more interesting than you actually were. And you’d levelled up. Clocking so many hours of the game, you’d both managed to hit the higher floors, unlocking more of the free content as you began to increase your inventory.

It was honestly comforting to have him to talk to, you would’ve called him a friendly voice if half his time wasn’t spent shouting during gameplay. But it was still a comfort to you, someone actually acknowledging you when you felt so alone in this new town.

“Do you wanna do one more?” You smiled, already scrolling the lobbies to find another suitable one for you both.

He’d helped you upgrade your scythe, complaining that “if you’re going to keep using that fuckin’ scythe you might as well make sure it’s the best one.” Gifting you the item one night so it sat in your inventory when you woke up one morning. Immediately sending a message to him in-game that he shouldn’t have spent money on you, that you were playing just fine with the equipment you had. “Don’t fuckin’ fuss, princess. I had a gift card.” You rolled your eyes at the response but still felt your heart warm at the sentiment.

“You know it’s four your time, sweetheart. Don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Oh shit,” You picked up your phone to check the time, noticing the screen illuminated at 4.05am. You hadn’t realised it had got so late so quickly.

“Don’t you have to go to bed too?” You coaxed, hoping he might give some indication on where in bed world he was based. You’d told him your timezone quite quickly, explaining why you were always online outside work. But of course, you tried to make it sound better than it actually was- telling him you didn’t really like partying and much preferred to stay in during the cold winter months. Musutafu amassed a lot of snow in the winter, and paired with the coastal breeze you weren’t exactly lying. You’d found out Bakugou also fiercely hated the cold too, much preferring warmer climates as you tried to guess where he lived. Time Zones usually the easiest way to guess someone's location- but he always seemed to be online. Whenever you logged in he was there, leading you to believe he was probably another one of those nerdy gamers that lived with his parents and played constantly. But you almost liked that about him? It meant he was always there when you needed him, when you felt lonely.

“Nah, I’m okay.” He hummed.

“I realise I never asked you what you do for work?” Maybe he was one of those entrepreneurs that had their own business from their bedroom, or maybe he worked from home as call centre staff or support techs. He definitely knew a lot about computers, and he typed at an obscene pace. Either way, you still felt guilty that he was spending money on you because the salary for those jobs couldn’t be the greatest.

“I’m just takin’ some time off.” He went quiet, and you felt like you’d hit a sore spot for him, wondering if he didn’t have a job at all and he was just trying to cover it up.

“Oh, like a holiday?” You played off, suddenly feeling even worse that he was continuing to purchase in-game content for you.

“Something like that.” You heard the pause before he answered, obviously debating the right thing to say.

“What did you do for work before?” You were curious what kind of fields he worked in, hoping that it may give you an indication of what he was actually like.

“Before?” He growled, “Are you tryin’ to call me a bum? I’ve got a fuckin’ job.”

“I didn’t mean that-” You mumbled, “I just meant like what were you doing before your time off-”

“I told you, I’m just takin’ leave.”

“Okay, but what do you do?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to make sure that he wasn’t making himself financially unstable in order to buy things for you.

“What is this? A fuckin’ interrogation?” He snarled, “You sure you ain’t a cop?”

“No, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I didn’t mean to get too personal.”

“Tch, whatever.” He went silent on the other side of the line, but you could hear his fingers angrily jabbing at his keyboard and mouse as you both sat in silence.

“I just like spending time with you a lot, Bakugou.” You murmured, “It was real hard moving here alone, but you’ve made it so much better.”

“You should go out more, try and meet people-”

“But I did meet people, I met you.”

“You ain’t got a clue where I live, or what I do sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be a mass murderer for all you know.”

“I doubt that,” You smiled, “You spend all your time online with me.”

“You don’t know, could have my victims here with me right now.” He smirked.

“Is that why you don’t wanna talk about your job? Because you’re a murderer?”

“You got me.” You could hear the teasing tone to his voice as static played through your headphones, a subtle rustling on the other side as you heard him adjust in his chair.

“So we can play one more game?” You moved your focus back to your game as you began to look for a raid to do together.

“Go to sleep,” You heard a tired exhale of breath on the other side of the phone.

“But you’re not going to sleep are you? I can do one more game-”

“Don’t you have work in the mornin’?” He questioned.

“It’s okay, if I’m late, I’m late.” You were convinced the office manager didn’t even know you were there most of the time anyway, but you didn’t want to pull yourself away from him.

“Don’t be losing your job because of me, princess.” He scoffed, “You’ll make me feel like an asshole.”

“I thought you said you were an asshole anyway.” You teased.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ am.” He scoffed, a laugh suddenly filling your earphones and you felt your heart tighten. He sounded so fucking good.

“So one more game?”

“Nah, go to bed,” He rumbled, “I should probably take a nap too anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice.

“Anyway, I’ll be home when you’re finished with work tomorrow if you wanna get a few early games in?”

Your heart picked back up in excitement, that sounded perfect.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Alright, night.” He spoke softly.

“Night, Bakugou.”

You’d spent your entire day clock watching, managing to stumble into the office on time after getting two hours sleep. Your entire body aching from being shoved into the corner of a train carriage as it journeyed into the city, doing your best to find some space in the overcapacity carriage. The commute was the worst part about living out by the coast, no matter what time you ventured to work you were always sandwiched against the multitude of people following you into the city for work or school.

The clock had tortured you the entire day, seemingly ticking a fraction slower as though it knew you were especially excited to leave work on time today. Trying to distract yourself with the tower of paperwork that had been left on your desk overnight, thumbing through it to try and organise the pile in order to make your day a fraction easier. There was no denying that working at Manual’s agency was exciting, being able to say you worked for the old Pro who was very much still in the top 50 rankings was exciting. But his and his sidekicks' ability to do paperwork left much to the imagination, grimacing when you lifted up a piece of paper with the tips of your fingers. The surface was stained in a green shade of mucus as it stuck to the pages below it, heaving a sigh as you set it to the floor to the side of your desk– you’d deal with that one later. Taking a sip of water before you chanced another look at the clock, only ten minutes had passed by since you last checked. It was going to be a long day.

Trying to focus on the paperwork in front of you as you glared at the date, two months ago and it had just appeared on your desk today. It was an old report from the building collapse in Gifu prefecture, the event so catastrophic that it had made national news. Manual and his team had been sent in to assist with the cleanup and rescue of civilians since it was one of the closest to the implosion, reading through the report as you read through the events that took place that day from the point of view of one of Manual’s heroes.

Pro-Hero Red Riot managed to hold the building off as long as possible while backup and emergency services made their way to the scene. Dynamight was present but managed to get hit by falling debris that caught his leg, rendering him immobile. We managed to use our quirks in order to extinguish the fires that had been set due to Dynamight’s quirk and help Red Riot to apprehend the villain who was taken into custody-

You stopped reading as your eyes widened in surprise. You’d moved into the city recently, but you already knew how popular Dynamight was as a Pro-Hero. It was impossible to avoid the news that he’d been taken out of action by this attack on the city, the news plastered on every available tabloid and magazine, as well as page after page of information online. It felt surreal to be in such a position to read up on what had actually happened at a crime scene instead of reading second-hand accounts from people that weren’t even there. Those keyboard warriors trying to elaborate on every story in order to sell more papers, but this was so real.

Thankful to those heroes that were keeping the city safe for people like you.

Red Riot left the villain with the local police department as he accompanied Dynamight to the local hospital. Medical files updated with injuries for Ba-

“Hey,” Your colleague called out to you as they stepped back inside the office, “I’m back so you can head for lunch now if you want.”

“Oh, great. Thanks.” You smiled, piling the paperwork up again as you moved to file it away, grabbing your bag as you made your way towards the gardens outside the agency building to eat your lunch.

You: Bakugou?

You: Are you on?

You: Is your status just set to offline to fuck with me, asshole?

You: Very funny.

You: Hello???

You glanced at the clock, you were home a little later than usual thanks to the excessive crowds at the train station, but you weren’t that late. Bakugou had told you that he’d be home the entire day today, so maybe he was just messing about.

You: Come on Bakugou, stop being a dick.

You: Are you scared of losing? ;)

But the more messages you sent him, the more you began to worry, he was always online when he said he would be. That was the one thing that drew you to Bakugou, and that he said drew him to you. That you were both reliable.

You: Bakugou, are you okay? You’re always online and now I’m worried.

You: Look, I’m sorry I asked too many personal questions last night.

You: I didn’t mean to upset you.

You: Please don’t stop talking to me. I promise I won’t ask anything about you ever again.

You: Bakugou?

You: I’m sorry.

You felt so embarrassed over the sheer number of messages you’d sent a stranger online, but after all these weeks he felt like more than that. You’d found so much comfort in him when it felt like you were ready to break down and head back to your hometown, a disappointment to your friends and family. Yet another thing you’d tried to do and failed, but you’d felt so much comfort with Bakugou. He’d made you feel a little less alone, and far more empowered than you thought you could ever be. He was the reason that you got yourself out of bed in the morning and began your day, the reason you were smiling in the evening when you weren’t just sitting there alone watching reruns of trashy reality TV shows. It felt ridiculous to be upset over this, because to him you were probably just another player two online, someone that he could replace in a couple of minutes just by scrolling the city map. Leaving the game running as you moved to a more comfortable seat, switching the television on as you flopped back against your couch. Snuggling against the fabric as you felt your eyes get heavy, the lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up with you as you fell into slumber.

LordExplosion: 20 messages? Jesus christ, sweetheart. What the fuck is going on?

LordExplosion: I know you’re there, it shows you online.

LordExplosion: You better not be playing with someone else.

LordExplosion: For fucks sake.

The ring to indicate an incoming call from the game woke you up, blinking blearily as you squinted at your phone screen, thinking it was the source of the noise. The time showing 1.23am, turning your head towards your desktop computer as the screen illuminated with an incoming game call invitation from LordExplosion. Scrambling out of bed to answer it as you let his voice ring out over the speakers, your headphones lay forgotten beside the computer as you used the desktop microphone.

“Bakugou?”

“Yeah ‘m here, sweetheart.” His familiar voice rasped through your ears, glad to hear him after you’d begun to think the worst.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes as you thought about the chance that he may not want to talk to you again after prying too much.

“I can fuckin’ see that. So many messages.” He scoffed before going silent for a moment, hearing your sniffles on the other end of the line, “Are you crying?”

“No,” You mumbled shyly.

“You fuckin’ are-” He rasped, “What you fuckin’ cryin’ for?”

“It’s just good to hear from you, I was worried.” You sniffled, using the sleeve of your oversized sweater to rub the moisture from your eyes.

“Yeah, I got called back into work today. Last minute.” He heaves a sigh, rubbing his face.

“Oh, it’s good they asked you back in.” You smiled, trying to hide the sadness in your voice that this meant that you might not be seeing as much of him as usual, “Did they give you a schedule?”

“I don’t get a schedule like most people, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be called in at any time, and I work days and nights.”

“Oh, that’s a lot.” You worried your lip between your bottom lip as you tried to work out what kind of job would require that. Maybe he was a nurse or something similar in the medical profession? Or a cop-

“Yeah, it can be.” He shrugged, “But I’ll be glad to get out of the house. It’s been a long fuckin’ time coming.”

“I’m happy for you,” You smiled, “Whatever your job is, I hope you enjoy it.”

You both sat in silence for a few minutes after this, bouncing your knee slightly as you tried to think of something else to say to fill the quiet.

“I’m a Pro-Hero.”

“What?” You raised a brow, confusion evident in your tone as you had to repeat what he’d said in your head. A Pro-Hero? There was no way.

“I know you been askin’ me over and over what my job is,” He sighed, “Been putting off telling you for a while.”

You smiled that he’d felt comfortable enough to open up to you and tell you his profession now, imagining how draining a job like that must be.

“I was off sick with an injury,” Bakugou rasped, “Someone bought me this game to help take my mind off it,”

He’d been recovering from an injury at work, which is why he was always online- you weren’t even sure if you believed him at this point. You’d seen the sheer number of hours Manual clocked at his agency, there was no way he’d find the time to play so many hours of an online game. Even when he’d been taken out of action for a few weeks, you’d seen him constantly on his phone at the office, trying to micromanage everyone. But you wondered why he’d lie to you.

“Wasn’t even gonna fuckin’ play,” He said to himself more than you, “The people in the game are annoying as fuck.”

“So why did you?” You held your breath as you waited for his answer.

“Had nothin’ else to do,” He chewed the inside of his mouth.

He’d been feeling lonely and useless, just like you.

“I was literally gonna quit until you messaged me in the lobby.” He scoffed, “Was sick of playing with shit people, thought I could roast you before leaving.”

“Hey, I told you I was good-”

“Yeah, you were.” He smirked, “You were the reason I kept playing.”

You were the reason he kept playing the game?

“Why?” Your heart sped up as you asked the question, hoping desperately the answer would be the one you wanted to hear.

“I like spending time with you.” He spoke so softly, a stark contrast to his usual rasp that you blinked softly before replying. The swirling in your stomach ached as it flittered against your ribcage, flowing through your body as static electricity as you felt the heat beginning to rise within you.

“I like spending time with you too,” You smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know ya do.” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice returning as his seat creaked from beneath him, adjusting himself as his voice became louder, “Even bought the fuckin’ user guide because of you.”

“You did?” That put a smile on your face, no wonder he knew the best ways to reach the higher levels, “Who’s the nerd now?”

“Fuck off,” He scoffed on the other end of the line.

“Do you wanna play a game?” You asked hopefully.

“It’s late, sweetheart. I shouldn’ta even called you, but you seemed worried.”

“I was,” You admitted, “I’m glad you called.”

“You fuckin’ worried me.” He had a slight lilt to his voice that made you smile, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“So did I,” You spoke softly.

“Get some sleep, okay?” He replied, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“What if you don’t?” You sounded so childish, here was this stranger online, that didn’t owe you anything, and yet you expected so much from him.

“I didn’t leave you this time, did I?”

“Well, no-”

“So get some sleep.” He cut you off, “Can’t keep stayin’ up late for me.”

“Okay, night Bakugou.” You hummed softly, not reaching for the end call button in hopes of spending a few more seconds in the call with him.

“Night, sweetheart.” He ended the call for you, the screen disappearing as you sat back in your desk chair, smiling at his avatar on the screen as it turned from online to offline.

LordExplosion: Hey, princess.

LordExplosion: You online? There’s a raid starting in five.

LordExplosion: Are you trying to get me back for the other week? Cause I said I was sorry, dumbass. I ain’t saying it again.

LordExplosion: Sweetheart?

LordExplosion: I swear to fucking god if this is a prank I’ll-

LordExplosion: Please just message me if you’re there. You got me acting like a fucking creep over here.

LordExplosion: Shitty woman.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Hello?

Bakugou shoved his keyboard back as he slammed a closed fist onto the desk, growling in frustration as the scent of his quirk began to fill the room, subtle sparks flared from his palms as he began to worry that something had happened to you.

Shit, if he’d just been more open with you before he might know where you lived, that way he could search if there had been any accidents or incidents in the area. Trying to rub his sweaty palms on his thighs as his knee bounced in frustration, chewing the inside of his gum as he tried to stay calm. The worst part about being a Pro-Hero was not knowing what to do, and in this situation, he didn’t have a clue. Hoping that maybe you’d just stopped for food on your way home from work, or maybe you’d met up with someone for drinks. But you’d told him before you didn’t have any friends in the area, recently moving had meant your friends all lived miles away. Unless you weren’t out with friends, you were out with a boyfriend-

Bakugou stilled, the idea alone filling him with a fit of dark green jealousy that permeated his body, weighing him down with irritation and resentment as he tried to block out the possibility of you with someone else. No one deserved you, you were far too good for any guy. Far too good for him-

Bakugou hated the way you made him feel, bringing out all these emotions inside him that he’d never truly experienced before. Emotions that he would often try and conceal to other people, things that he would so freely reveal to you. It seemed to be a certain gift of yours, to make him feel completely at ease with just a few words. It was embarrassing really, just how much he missed you when you were gone even if it was just for a few hours. This is what you’d done to him, what you’d turned him into.

LordExplosion: Look, if you’re there can you just let me know you’re okay?

Heaving a sigh he took his headset off, throwing it down onto the desk roughly as he glared at the screen. It was so out of character for you not to show up on time in the evening, the only times you’d ever been late to gameplay had only been less than an hour later than usual. Pushing his chair back from the desk as he got up to make dinner, pots loudly clanged in his kitchen as he tried to distract himself from the thought of you.

Three hours later he heard the familiar ring of an incoming call from his desktop computer, standing up from his couch as he made his way towards his setup, sighing in relief when he saw it was your name flashing against the screen as he picked up his headset.

“Fuckin’ hell, shitty woman,” He growled, “I thought something happened to you.”

“I’m fine,” You sounded out of breath, the slightest pant to your voice that had Bakugou’s cheeks turning pink as he imagined what you might look like making those sounds beneath him. He was such a creep, thinking about this when minutes earlier he’d been worried you could’ve died, “I was just late to work so I had to stay late.”

“Late because you overslept?” Bakugou felt so guilty finding out that he’d been the reason why you were late to work.

“Well yeah, but the trains were fucked up too. That wasn’t my fault, I had to wait until the third train to even get on to get into the city.” You groaned.

“You need to get more sleep,” He shook his head, “You’re fuckin’ your body up.”

“I sleep plenty.” You rebutted.

“Yeah, right.” That’s why you’re stumbling in late to work after a few hours.

“I said it wasn’t my fault!”

“I was fuckin’ worried about you, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“Well it’s okay, I’m sure a big strong Pro-Hero would’ve come to save me.” You were only teasing, but the words stung. Bakugou hated thinking about anyone else coming to your aid, protecting you. It should be his job. The reality of the distance between you was becoming more apparent the more he spoke to you, the more he longed for you-

“Hey, if we were in the same city, maybe you’d be the one coming to save me one day.” You mused.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’tcha?” He scoffed, finally relaxing enough to actually speak to you.

“What? A big strong Pro-Hero coming to save me? Course I would.” You teased back.

“How’d you know I’m big and strong?” He flexed his arms at the subtle compliment you’d inadvertently given him, trying to coax more words out of you.

“You’re a Pro-Hero, you gotta be strong.”

“Tch, I promise sweetheart. There are some weak-ass Pro-Heroes.”

“But not you right?”

“Not me.” He smirked.

“Did you wanna play a game? I’m sorry I kept you waiting-”

“Have you eaten?” Bakugou ignored your question completely.

“No, but-”

“Go and fuckin’ eat.” Bakugou growled, “Stop ruining your body.”

“I’m fine, I can eat in a bit-”

“I’ve gotta get ready for work, sweetheart.” Bakugou sighed, “Got the graveyard shift.”

“Oh,” He could hear the sad tone to your voice, and it had his chest aching. Wishing he could stay at home and talk to you for a bit longer.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Please eat something for me?”

“I will,” You smiled, “Stay safe, Bakugou.”

Bakugou ended the call with a sigh, swaying side to side in his desktop chair as he debated sending you a final message.

You moved to shut your desktop off when you noticed a notification in your chat with Bakugou, navigating the mouse to open it as you raised a brow in confusion.

LordExplosion: LordExplosion#0420

You: What is that?

LordExplosion: My discord. In case you wanna message me next time instead of getting your panties in a twist- plus the audio is way fuckin’ better on there anyway.

You: Weren’t you the one getting your panties in a twist, thinking I died?

LordExplosion: I’m sorry for not wanting to see you six feet under, sweetheart. How horrible of me.

You laughed at his words before rereading the username he’d given you, remembering the numbers as you picked up your phone. You couldn’t believe he was giving you his discord, your heart so full it was ready to burst as you immediately opened the app on your phone so you could input his ID to send him a friend request, something he quickly accepted.

You: See, I can annoy you on here too now.

You added a silly emoji at the end of it before hitting send, smiling when it showed him typing back almost immediately.

LordExplosion: Yeah, good luck with that dumbass. What the fuck is that?

You: He’s cute, right? You added another cute frog emoji with wide eyes for emphasis as you smiled at his reaction- he must have had your chat window open because he replied again almost immediately.

LordExplosion: I regret this already.

You: You love me, don’t lie!!

It was then you noticed his discord profile picture, clicking onto it as you noticed it was a picture of Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy. Of course, this had to be why he’d chosen one of the largest swords available in Equilibrium. An attempt to try and replicate the buster sword that Cloud used in the game, grinning as you typed a message.

You: Your pfp!! I knew you liked FF, that's why you’ve got the huge sword.

LordExplosion: Shut up, dumbass. Stop being nosy.

You: I’m not being nosy, it's your profile pic, dummy!

LordExplosion: Yeah? Well look at yours, I knew there’d be a shitty fucking reason you picked the scythe.

You: The scythe is an elite weapon, you’re just jealous.

LordExplosion: Yeah, that’s it. I’m jealous, sweetheart.

You: You think I can’t read your sarcasm over text by now, but I can :((

LordExplosion: I wasn’t being sarcastic.

You: You’re such a liar!

LordExplosion: Weren’t you going to bed?

You: Yeah, I’m going :( talk to you tomorrow?

LordExplosion: Yeah. Goodnight.

You: Night :)

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Waking up to a message from him on your phone put the biggest smile on your face, grateful that you no longer had to log into the online game to talk to him. It felt like with this you could carry around with him in your pocket and talk to him about your day, you wouldn’t have to worry about either of you being late or something coming up. Grinning at the screen as you sent him your own message back.

You[6.05AM]: Morning, Bakugou :)

You left your phone on the bedside table after a few minutes with no response from him, assuming that he was finally getting some rest as you made your way towards your bathroom to get ready for work.

You’d become used to waking up to texts from him in the morning, whether he was just getting home from work or on one of his breaks he always managed to leave you something to wake up to. The more you began to message each other, the more you found him beginning to open up to you. Telling you more about his work, his friends, his family. You really felt like you were beginning to learn about the man behind the screen, the real Bakugou.

You[1.01PM]: I’m about to go on lunch, today is dragging! :(

You[1.02PM]: I think this is the worst day I’ve had at work in forever.

You placed your tupperware box into the microwave as you set the timer, moving to fill your water bottle as your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.

“Bakugou?” You asked in surprise, wondering if something was wrong.

“Hey, princess.” He hummed.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Yeah, but you said you were having a bad day, so I thought I’d give ya a call.” Your heart melted at his words, he’d taken a moment out of his busy day to make you feel better?

Hearing the faint sound of police sirens in the background as you deduced that he must be on one of his patrols of the city.

“Are you on patrol?” You moved to retrieve your food from the microwave as you sat it on the table in front of you, grabbing your chopsticks as you lay them flat against the top of the container.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet out here today, though.” Bakugou continued, “Kiri’s keeping an eye so we’ve got a few minutes.”

“Say thank you to Kiri from me,” You grinned, from what Bakugou had told you about his best friend Kirishima seemed like a really good guy.

“Well, you know about my job now, princess. What’s yours?” Bakugou asked curiously.

“I actually work for a Pro-Hero too.” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, which one?” You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure you could sense an underlying tone of jealousy to his voice, the slightest increase of pitch in his questioning tone.

“I dunno if you would’ve heard of him-” You murmured.

“Try me.” Bakugou was almost on the edge of his seat as he waited with bated breath for you to tell him your boss.

“Normal Hero: Manual.” You smiled.

“Wait? You work for that old man?” Bakugou raised a brow at your answer, “That must mean you live in Musutafu.”

“Oh, so you know who he is?” You felt slightly vulnerable that he now knew your location, but you’d been asking him where he lived for weeks so you supposed it was only fair, “Have you worked with him before?”

“Tch, yeah.” His boots kicked at the dirt on the ground, “A few times.”

“Wait, so are you in the same city?” You widened your eyes in surprise as your heart began to race.

If he was in the same city- that meant the potential of possibly meeting him someday. You couldn’t believe your luck, instantly imagining what it would feel like to see him face to face for the first time, maybe he lived in the exact same area as you. Although he probably earned far more than you did, so he could afford to live in the centre of the city, right where the action was. His commute was probably a couple of blocks, without having to take the packed train each day.

“Yeah, princess. Looks like we do-”

You hadn’t even turned your desktop computer on this evening, starting a voice call on discord instead with the Pro-Hero. Your earbuds in and connected via bluetooth as you made yourself dinner, laughing when he criticised your cooking even over the phone.

“You can’t cook for shit, can you?” He laughed as he heard you chopping ingredients.

“Hey, I’m not bad,” You smiled, picking them up as you placed them into the warm pan, “I haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“Yet.” He scoffed, “You ain’t fillin’ me with confidence, sweetheart.”

“What did you grab for lunch?” You smiled as you heard him rustling on the other side of the line, the sound of tupperware opening filling your ears.

“Just gyuudon from a little place down the street, it’s pretty good.” He hummed as you heard him break his chopsticks.

“That sounds good,” You agreed, your stomach growling as you imagined sharing a meal with the Pro.

“Hold on, I’m gonna switch to my desktop.” You ended the call for a moment on your phone before taking out your earbuds, placing them into the charging case as you pulled on your pink headphones, opening discord on your computer as you rejoined the call again, “I’m back, did you miss me?”

“Oh thank god,” He replied sarcastically, “I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you,”

Making you laugh into your bowl of ramen as you began to blow at the broth to cool the temperature down.

“You don’t sit down to eat at a table?” Bakugou raised his brow as he shovelled his gyuudon into his mouth.

“I don’t actually have one, you glanced around your tiny apartment,” lifting some noodles up to your lips as you slurped on them softly, “But my gaming chair is actually super comfy.”

“Bet you have the pink gaming chair and everything.” He scoffed.

“Duh.” You grinned, “And pink kitten headphones.”

“Of course you fuckin’ do.” He laughed on the other side of the phone, “Typical princess needs her pink headphones and gaming chair.”

“Kitten headphones, get it right.” You joked.

“I’m sorry, kitten headphones.” He corrected himself, “Because, of course, you do.”

“Am I too stereotypical e-girl for you?” You laughed.

“You might be” He smirked, “Thin fuckin’ ice.”

“You love it really, don’t lie.” You smiled.

“Since you’re on desktop check your inventory, I got ya something-”

“Oh, yeah. What?” You raised a brow as you sat forward in your chair, moving your attention to the game as you opened your ‘gifts’

“Just look for yourself, princess.” He hummed cryptically.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you noticed the new addition to your inventory. The black bikini set that you’d mentioned to him during one of your first conversations together, the outfit that you swore you’d never purchase for yourself because it was just unnecessarily expensive. Especially when it held absolutely no benefit towards levelling up or gameplay, it was just pure aesthetics.

“Bakugou, you didn’t have to get this for me.” You shook your head, “I told you you don’t need to spend money on me. It costs too much-”

“Tch, I wanted to.” He shrugged, “I’ve been picturing what it would look like on your avatar.”

“Hey, have you been perving over me?” You joked, moving towards your wardrobe to customise your avatar so he could see the outfit on you.

“Not you, shitty woman. Your avatar.” He joked back, “And if you didn’t want me to perv over it, you shouldn’ta made it hot.”

“When I made my avatar I tried to make it look a bit like me.” You replied, remembering when you’d first started the game as you tried to pick qualities as close to your appearance as possible.

“Oh yeah?” His ears perked up, “Shit,” He muttered beneath his breath.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m quite so pretty though.” And definitely not as skinny, you thought to yourself.

“I fuckin’ doubt that.” He scoffed, “Hurry up and put it on then.”

“You’re not even online to see it.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re actin’ like you can’t screenshot it and send me a picture.”

“Fine,” You laughed, changing your avatar into the outfit as you took a picture. Sending it across to him via discord as you heard him reach for his phone, unlocking it to see the picture.

“See, I knew you’d look fuckin’ hot in it.” He smirked.

“Oh, god.” You groaned, “I already have some creep in my inbox trying to talk to me about it, you moved to block the guy immediately.

“Tell ‘em to fuck off, you’re mine.” The possessive tone to his voice had your cunt throbbing as you squirmed in your chair, “Give me their handle.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Give me the handle.” He repeated as you typed it out to him, hearing him mutter under his breath about some men having “no fuckin’ respect.”

“I just blocked him,” You laughed.

“Good.” He growled, “Fuckin’ prick. I’m gonna message him later. He won’t bother you anymore.”

“My hero,” You pretended to swoon as you picked your bowl of ramen up again.

“So what about you, huh? Why don’t you tell me what you look like.”

“What do you think I look like, sweetheart?”

“I dunno-” You hummed, feeling your face flush as you thought back to all the fantasies you’d had about him before.

He had to be just as attractive as his voice, dreaming up a fantasy version of him in your mind. Big, strong hands moving over your body as he held you in his arms, soft lips pressing against yours as he trailed a path down towards your neck. Trying to imagine him towering over you as he caged your body against his own, a subtle possession with his actions as you longed for someone to treat you like that, to love you like that- His large palms moving lower to press against the heat between your thighs as you felt your heart begin to race, your lips parting in a silent moan until-

“Oi,” Bakugou’s loud tone broke you from your fantasy, “You still there sweetheart?”

“Oh, sorry.” You replied sheepishly, realising you’d zoned out. Embarrassment quickly flowed through you as you realised how close you’d been to moaning on call to thoughts of him.

“I was just about to tell you how pretty I think you are,” Bakugou smirked, feeling a heat rise in your cheek at the words, “Until you started ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” You pouted.

“Yeah, yeah princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “You weren't the one calling your name for five minutes.”

“It was not that long,” You shot back.

“Well, I think you’re really pretty.” He replied and you had to stop yourself from squealing on the call. Even though he’d never seen a picture of you so he couldn’t say for sure it still made your lips curl into a big smile.

“I mean, you still don’t know,” You teased back, “I could be an old man.”

“Tch, don’t sound like an old man with your pink gaming chair, pink kitten headphones.” Bakugou laughed.

“Oh, and not the fact that I don’t talk like an old man?”

“Could still be a guy with that voice-” He teased.

“Oi, are you saying my voice sounds manly?” You feigned a gasp.

“Well-” He pretended to trail off.

“You’re such a dick, oh my god.” You pouted.

“I’m only messin’ with ya, sweetheart.” He grinned, “I meant what I said, I think you sound real pretty.”

“Yeah, and what about you?” You tried to hide your elation, glad he couldn’t see you grinning like a madman.

“What about me, hm?” He replied coyly.

“What do you look like?” You were genuinely curious to know what he looked like, the thought constantly plaguing your mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” He shrugged.

“It does, I wanna know!” You wanted desperately to know what he looked like after speaking to him over the last few weeks, to put a face to the name, “Do you think you’d ever send me a picture?”

“Pfft, more than enough pictures out there of me already, Princess.” He scoffed, “I’m surprised you haven’t googled me yet.”

“Why?”

“Well you know I’m a Pro-Hero, and you know my name.”

“How do I know that's your real name?” You hummed, “Could’ve given me a fake name to throw me off the scent.”

“Tch, it’s real.” He shrugged, “Got no reason to lie to you.”

“Okay fine, I’m googling you right now.” You put your bowl down on the side of your desk as you opened up your web browser, typing in ‘Pro-Hero Bakugou’ to see what came up.

“Dynamight?” Your eyes widened as page after page of photographs of the explosive hero came up.

There was no way that you were currently talking to not only a Pro-Hero but one of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on. Unable to stop yourself from scrolling through picture after picture, shamelessly stopping on the few images that were clearly from advertising campaigns that showed off his physique. A particular photograph from the front of Men’s Fitness that had him completely topless as he gave his signature glare towards the camera, your eyes drinking in the exposed skin as you began to feel self-conscious all over again because he was so attractive and you were just, you.

“You finally got it, dumbass.” He chuckled, “Can stop pestering me about it now.”

“But how do I know you’re not lying.” You pressed, there was no way you were talking to one of the Pro-Heroes in the top ten. Thinking that he was a smaller, local hero that just happened to enjoy online games in his free time.

He scoffed in response, your eyes widening in surprise when the familiar tone of discord sounded in your headphones, he was trying to initiate a video call.

Swallowing thickly as you looked at the outfit you were wearing, an oversized sweatshirt and baggy pyjama pants. Your hair was a complete mess, and you were certain you had bags under your eyes. Paired with the ridiculously difficult lighting discord video calls had to purposely make you look bad, and the terrible angles that would make it look like you had six chins you suddenly felt so insecure.

“I can’t video chat right now,” You panicked.

“Why not? It’ll only be for a few minutes, my break is almost over.” He shrugged.

“S’okay,” You mumbled, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Why you gone all quiet?” He hummed, “You was so desperate to see me a second ago, what was it you said? Prove that I’m real-”

“Yeah, it's okay. I believe you.”

“Shitty woman,” He muttered beneath his breath, and you were almost certain you’d upset him from the tone of his voice before a notification popped up on your screen with one new message in the chat.

A picture that was hidden behind a spoiler blur, clicking onto it gently as you let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding in. Behind the blur was a picture, one that looked like it could’ve been taken moments earlier- an angry bright fluorescent light above his head as it almost obscured the entire top of the photograph, his phone obviously held below him peering up. A black hood pulled up over his messy mop of blond hair as a few stray spikes peeked out of the fabric, Vibrant red eyes peering down at the camera, the corner of his lip raised into the slightest hint of a smile as you took in the picture. Did he just take this for you now while he was at work?

He was gorgeous.

“You still there, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. I’m here.” You felt your face flush with heat, “Did you just take that for me now?”

“Yeah,” He replied simply.

“You look really pretty,” You murmured, saying the first word that came to mind when you looked at him.

Really you could’ve gone for gorgeous, handsome, ethereal- any word could’ve tried to describe just how much you liked how he looked but somehow none were quite enough to explain how perfect he was.

“Pretty?” He teased, “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah,” You breathed.

“Ain’t ever had someone call me pretty before, princess.”

You wanted to take a picture for him like he just had for you, an up to date look of exactly how you looked right now. So he could get the same picture in his head of you that you had right now, but that dark cloud loomed over you as it always did. The devil on your shoulders telling you that you weren’t good enough, you weren’t pretty enough. You’d never be enough. The insecurities pelting you from all angles when you imagined the type of women that he was probably used to being around, the type of women that would often flirt with him or try to court him, the type of women he’d probably dated before. Certain that none of them looked anything like you. You were just– you.

You’d felt so comfortable on the phone with him before you’d discovered what he looked like, who he was. But you suddenly felt so insecure now you realised that the man on the other side of the line wasn’t a sleazy, desperate guy twice your age- but an attractive Pro-Hero. And not just any Pro-Hero, the explosion hero Dynamight. The current number eight.

Looking through your camera roll to try and find the most attractive picture of you that you could find, stopping on one you remembered uploading to Instagram just before you’d left your hometown for Musutafu. The lighting hit you just right as you smiled at the camera, clicking onto it as you paused to assess it once more, debating whether this was a worthy picture to send Bakugou for his first real look at you. Ignoring the fear that brewed in the pit of your stomach as you scrunched your nose and hit send, letting the picture appear in your chat with him free of any spoiler blurs.

“What the fuck.” He muttered, and the words had you recoiling in fear, did he think you were ugly?

“What?” You felt yourself begin to panic at his reaction, instantly wishing you could take back the picture. Maybe you should’ve tried to put a filter on it to smooth your skin or lessen the bags beneath your eyes. What if he thought you were ugly? What if he stopped talking to you? What if-

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He hummed, “And you said I was the pretty one.”

Did he just call you pretty?

“You do kinda look like your avatar, you know?” He mused, was he still staring at your picture?

“I tried to pick something similar,” You mumbled self-consciously. Remembering back to when you’d first joined the game as you deliberately picked something that looked similar enough to you.

“That’s cute.”

“Bakugou-” You heard someone shouting his name in the distance, the voice muffled slightly as Bakugou swore beneath his breath.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He grumbled, “Gotta get back to work.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice, “Text me when you finish?”

“You’ll be fast asleep,” He rasped, “Or you better fuckin’ be.”

“I know,” You smiled, “I don’t mind.”

“Okay, I’ll text ya.” You could hear the grin in his tone, “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s entire body ached when he finally gets home from patrol, shouldering through the door into his high rise apartment in the early hours of the morning. The sun began to rise over the skyline as he toed his boots off at the door, dropping his gauntlets beside them before padding along the hallway. His muscles ached from the strenuous shift, having to chase down a petty villain with a laughter quirk. The irritating sound still rang in his ears as he made his way towards his bedroom, unbuckling his belts before letting his pants pooled around his feet. The heavy utility belt still lined with his grenades dropped to the floor as he moved to tug his vest up and over his head. His bones cracked from the movement as he allowed himself to flop down onto his bed for a few moments before he knew he’d have to shower. The scent of ash which was a side effect of his quirk stuck to his sweaty skin as he felt for his smartphone, unlocking it to send a quick message to you.

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Pausing on the app once he’d pressed send as he noticed your picture peeking out at the bottom of the message thread. He’d already saved it in his phone gallery, but he opened the file on discord as he took in your features again.

You really had no idea how beautiful you were, did you?

His fingers pinch the screen to zoom in on your face, your pretty eyes gazing into the camera as you gave him a small smile. The pink kitten headphones sat on top of your head as you sat back in your gaming chair, giving him a small insight into your life, what it looked like on your side of the screen.

He couldn’t help but move the image lower, focusing on the slight pout to your lips as he immediately began to think of how much he’d love to kiss you. Wondering how soft they’d feel against his own, thinking about how they’d feel on other parts of his body too-

“Fuck,” Bakugou rasped beneath his breath, feet planted on the floor as he rolled his hips, trying to give his twitching cock some slight relief as his thoughts began to wander.

If you knew this was what he was thinking about you probably would call him a pervert or a creep, getting off to the photograph you’d sent him, and such an innocent one at that. His hand slid down his chest as calloused fingers mussed the blond hairs that scattered along the scarred surface, leading a trail that disappeared beneath the hem of his boxer briefs. Palming his semi-hard cock through the thin fabric as he let out a soft groan. Thinking about what your hands would feel like wrapped around him, how pretty you’d look on your knees for him as you sat between his parted thighs. Those lips pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him inside your wet heat-

Shit, a deep growl reverberated from deep in his chest, feeling the wet stain beginning to form on his underwear as he thought about you. Raising his hips just enough to tug the fabric down his thick thighs, kicking them off carelessly as he lay back against the mattress completely naked. His free cock now lay flat against his pelvis, the weight of it making it impossible for it to stand up as it pointed towards his hip. Fresh pre oozing from his tip as one of his large hands moved lower to palm his balls, feeling the heavy weight beneath his touch as he tried to imagine you instead.

Bakugou’s gaze slipped lower, coming to rest on the curve of your neck and your oversized sweater, even though the item of clothing shouldn’t have been provocative it had his cock twitching desperately. His thoughts immediately navigated to what lay beneath the fabric, imagining his palms holding your breasts as your nipples hardened beneath his touch, the sweet sounds you’d make as he wrapped his lips around one to suckle at it. Hissing as he wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a teasing pump before running his hand along the length until he got to the engorged head. Pressing his thumb against his slit to gather the pre that collected at the tip as he smoothed it along his girth. Lubricating himself as he began stroking himself languidly, trying to imagine that it was your hand around his cock instead, imagining how much better you would feel.

His red eyes still focused on your picture, half-lidded as he imagined pushing his cock inside your saccharine lips, thinking about how good your tongue would feel pressed against the underside of his cock while the thick tip hit the back of your throat. Wondering how much of his length you’d be able to take inside that sweet mouth. His breath hitching in his throat at the image, his hips canting off the bed as he fucked his fist to the thought of you.

“Fuck, princess.” He groaned as his mind went to the panties that you were wearing beneath that sweater, what colour they might have been, what style. How wet your needy little pussy would be for his thick cock, thinking about how wet he could make you as he delved his fingers between your thighs. Parting your folds like the red sea as his calloused pads brushed through your slick, catching against your clit as he tried to imagine what you would sound like moaning his name.

Tightening his grip around his thick cock as he began to pump himself with more fevour, feeling the familiar tension beginning to build in his abdomen as he tried to think of the last time he’d actually done this. Bakugou couldn’t even recall- it was as though you had specifically done something to him, ignited a fire within him that made him hungry for you. An insatiable desire inside him that he couldn’t quite recall he’d ever felt before, twisting his wrist each time it reached the tip of his cock as he smeared fresh pre along his length. Tightening his grip to try and recreate the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped around him, imagining how much more you’d be squeezing him once he sunk himself into your slick wet heat.

“God,” Bakugou grunted, your name tumbling from his lips like a dull prayer as he increased his speed, the crude sound filling his bedroom as his balls began to tighten between his thighs. Dropping his phone to the side as his eyes clamped shut, trying to imagine you sitting on top of him as you shamelessly used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips in a circular motion as you splayed your hands on his pectorals.

“Good girl,” He mumbled under his breath as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, wishing you were here so he could have a taste of you. Holding your thighs apart as he feasted on your angel cunt, holding you down until you screamed for a moment's respite. Burying his tongue between your silky folds to have every single inch of you.

His other hand moved down to squeeze his balls, fondling them roughly as he began to rock himself into his own touch, imagining that he was holding your hips steady as he fucked himself up into your eager cunt. Bakugou’s thick cock began to throb in the telltale signs of his release as he let out a sharp groan, jerking himself sloppily as he teetered on the edge of his climax. Now all he could think about was where he wanted to cum- imagining how pretty you’d look covered in his release, showing everyone that you belonged to him. Thinking about how much prettier you’d look if you were filled to the brim with his cum, holding your thighs apart so he could watch it spill out of your fluttering hole as he slowly pushed it back into you- completely stuffed with his release.

“Katsuki,” He tried to imagine how you’d sound uttering his name like he was the only person on this earth that mattered, cursing himself that he hadn’t told you his given name yet just so he could hear how it sounded coming from your lips.

His mouth parted in a deep, guttural groan as he felt himself coming undone. Calling out your name as his hips jerked against the mattress, emptying his balls all over his stomach and pelvis as his thick cock shot hot, white spurts of cum in ropes against his skin. His chest heaving as he tried to come down from his high, his cock still hard as he gave himself a few more teasing pumps to try and bring himself down from euphoria. Looking down at the mess he’d made all over himself as he sighed deeply, slipping straight back into reality when he glanced around his empty bedroom.

God, he wanted you so fucking badly.

Grabbing his fallen shirt on the floor to wipe off some of the cum residue against his skin to prevent it from falling to the hardwood as he stood from the bed, pattering into the bathroom to have a shower. Cursing beneath his breath as he felt his cock twitch at the thought of you wet and soapy in the shower with him. Heaving a deep intake of breath as he tried to calm himself down, turning the water a little colder than usual to help ease the ache between his thighs.

Stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist as he used another to dry his hair, making his way back into his bedroom to pick up a fresh pair of underwear, slipping them on before dumping his towel and his dirty clothes into his laundry basket. Slipping beneath the sheets of his bed as he finally allowed himself to relax, his head resting against his plush pillows as he felt himself falling into slumber. Taking the chance to send you one final message before he went to sleep.

He held his phone up above his head, ensuring to get his body in it as you could see the defined muscles and just the hint of his boxers peeking out from the bottom of the frame, giving a subtle smirk to the camera as he snapped a photograph. Sending it to you as he attached a message.

Bakugou[5.41AM]: Been thinking about you a lot this morning, princess.

You woke up feeling refreshed as you felt the sun shining through the window in your bedroom, the warmth radiating against your skin as you stretched, reaching across to your bedside table as you checked the time.

8.43am.

You were glad you’d finally managed to have a lie-in after the long work week, but you were disappointed you’d seemingly missed Bakugou. His messages flashed across the screen to show he’d messaged you just like he said he would when he got home. Unlocking your phone as you opened up discord, not even able to read any of his messages when you were suddenly struck with the photograph of him, completely different from anything he’d ever sent you before.  

Holding your phone tighter as you clicked on the photo to increase the size, taking in the sight of his completely bare torso as he lay down in tousled sheets, his vermilion eyes staring directly into the camera had your clit throbbing needily between your thighs as you shamelessly ogled his naked skin. There were plenty of topless pictures of Dynamight online, from the photoshoots to the times where his shirt was completely disintegrated in battle- but this? This was completely different.

Your eyes drank in every single inch of pure muscle, flitting down to the prominent veins that scattered across his bicep and forearm to the scars that littered his body. Each one probably had a completely different story to tell as you zoomed in closer, thankful that the morning sunrise shining into his bedroom gave the perfect lighting to see everything. From his darkened areolas to the messy blond hair that trailed along his torso, disappearing beneath the grey pair of Calvins he wore. Disappointed that the camera wasn’t angled just a little lower so you could see everything, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued to shamelessly stare at the photograph.

You then began to think about whether he’d expected you to send one back- of course, you wanted to. There was nothing more you would enjoy than Bakugou finding you attractive, complimenting you and reacting the same way that you had to his picture. But the doubt and insecurity continued to grow inside you, what if you sent him a picture and he didn’t like what he saw? What if he found you ugly-

You tried to push your insecurities to the side as you got up from your bed, opening your underwear drawer as you began to rummage for the perfect thing to wear in return. It was a simple black lace one-piece suit, something that covered your stomach but opened in a v-shape at the chest to expose your chest, and the back made your ass look perfect. The colour is flattering enough to make you feel slimmer than you really were and focus on all your positives, certain you’d be able to find an angle where you didn’t look completely awful. Pulling your pyjamas off as you changed into the outfit, checking yourself out in your full-length mirror as you began to try to find an angle you thought would bring out the best parts of you. Angling your phone in the same way that Bakugou had as you held it slightly higher, hoping to hide your face from the photographs as you began to take a few in quick succession. Slowly changing the angles so you had a variety to select from, moving to the floor on your knees as you pointed the camera at your reflection in the mirror, trying to find that perfect pose.

You sat there as you rifled through them, deleting the ones that were absolute nos and putting a little heart beside the ones that had become maybes. Narrowing it down until you found a couple that you thought you looked okay in, your favourite had been one where you were standing with your back facing the mirror, showcasing your ass and the side of your breasts beneath the lingerie. Taking a deep breath as you attached the photograph to the discord chat you had with Bakugou, hovering your finger over the send button as you tried to work up the courage to send it to him.

You[9.36AM]: Morning to you too Bakugou ;)

You hit send and watched the message appear in your conversation, trying to avoid deleting it as you locked your phone. Throwing it onto your bed as you made your way into your bathroom to take a shower, hoping that he would like what he saw when he finally woke up.

Bakugou[1.51PM]: Good afternoon princess. I definitely wasn’t expecting to wake up to that.

You were nervous when you checked his message, he hadn’t really said anything about the photograph aside from not expecting it. You began to panic that he truly didn't like it and was trying to be polite, that you’d overstepped a line you didn’t even realise was there.

You[1:53PM]: I thought I’d return the favour.

You paused for a second when he didn’t reply right away, taking a deep breath before sending another message.

You[1:54PM]: Did you like it?

The dots below appeared to indicate that he was replying almost instantly, your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited his response.

Bakugou[1:54PM]: Did I like it? You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?

You felt warm at his words, was he talking about what you thought he was? The thought had you woozy as you tried to type back with shaky fingers.

You[1:55PM]: Why don’t you tell me.

You goaded him on, trying to get him to explain to you exactly what he had meant by his words.

Bakugou[1:55PM]: Let me show you.

You sucked in a breath as you reread his message, what did he mean he was going to show you?

A moment later your phone buzzed with another incoming message, it was another picture from Bakugou. But this one was different. The camera was angled towards his lower half this time, his legs concealed beneath the plain white sheets as he pulled them down just enough for you to see his grey boxers and the hint of his muscular thighs. His hand wrapped around his thick girth that was concealed beneath the fabric to indicate what lay beneath. You paused for a moment to take it in, he looked huge.

Bakugou[1.59PM]: You still there, princess?

You[1.59PM]: You’re so hot.

You found yourself rubbing your thighs together to try and create some much-needed friction, instantly saving that image to join the first one in a special album on your phone.

Bakugou[2:00PM]: Says you, you’re the reason it's like that. I woke up to your picture and couldn’t help myself.

His words ignited a fire within you, feeling your clit throb as you reread his words. He was like that because of you. It was a unique sense of power that suddenly filled you from the thought of bringing such a strong, powerful man down to his knees with just one picture. His words making you feel pretty, confident, desired, wanted. Giving you this new sense of confidence as you found yourself typing back to him.

You[2.01PM]: Do you wanna see some more?

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Fuck.

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Of course I do, princess.

You opened your gallery and went back to select more of the pictures you’d taken this morning, attaching them to the discord message as you watched them load into the conversation. Nervously biting your lip as you waited with bated breath for the notification at the bottom of the screen that he’s typing a response... But it doesn’t come.

Instead, you almost jump when the familiar tone to signal a discord call begins to play, flustered as you grab for your headphones, the bluetooth connecting as you press ‘accept’.

“Hey,” You whisper, releasing the breath you hadn’t realised that you’d been holding in.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now, sweetheart?” Your heart was racing from his words, the familiar heat flowing through your core as you recognised the subtle rasp in his tone, “I’m fuckin’ hard as a rock.”

“Oh,” You gasped at his blunt words, squeezing your legs together to try and satiate the desperate ache between your thighs.

“If you get on video chat with me I’ll show you.” He rasped.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you took in his request, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to. You did, so desperately. But the thought of him seeing you like this terrified you, looking down at the baggy oversized band shirt you were wearing that was faded from the number of times it had been through the wash, worn holes scattered through the fabric and there were still stains from when you’d experimented with box dye. Not to mention trying to hold the camera so he got a good angle of your face whilst attempting to maintain your composure when he was talking to you like this?

You couldn’t.

“Maybe another time,” You hummed, “I look terrible.”

“Impossible,” He scoffed, “I’ve seen what you look like, ain’t a single part of you that looks bad.”

“I haven’t done my make-up or anything-” You rambled.

“You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me,” You sighed.

“You got nothin’ to be scared about, princess.” He pressed, you could hear him shuffling on the other side of the phone as he settled himself against his sheets, “I bet you’re perfect.”

“Another time, please.” You begged, hoping that he’d drop the subject, “Just not now.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He groaned, “But you still wanna talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated breathlessly.

“Are you going to show me what’s underneath that pretty set in the pictures?” You could hear his smirk in his tone, obviously imagining you were still wearing the same lingerie.

“Are you?” You countered.

“Tch, you’re such a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned, the line went silent for a moment as you could hear his gentle breathing on the other side. Your heart beating in your chest as you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at the screen to see another picture.

One of his large veiny palms wrapped around the base of his hard cock, holding it upright. You’d expected him to be big, but nothing had prepared you for the sight of him for the first time. The tip of his cock a blush pink colour as you managed to make out the slightest glisten of pre leaking from the slit, your eyes following the length of it as you recognised the hint of it bulging in the middle, moving lower until you met his hand holding the base. The hairs around it were neatly trimmed as you suddenly imagined what it would be like to see it in the flesh, wondering if your hand would even be able to wrap around it. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless moan at the sight, moving your hand between your thighs to cup your clothed heat to try and quell the ache.

“Did you just moan?” You heard his smug voice on the other side of the line, “You like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” You whispered breathlessly.

“I’m thinking about what it would be like to put it inside you right now,’” He grunted, “You gonna show me what you look like right now?”

“What do you want to see?” You hummed, you weren’t even sure what he was asking for, what kinds of pictures did he want you to send him?

“How about you show me those pretty tits?” He goaded, “Wanna imagine my hands coverin’ ‘em.”

You took a deep breath before you raised your shirt up, pushing your breasts together with your arms to try and make them seem rounder than you thought they were are you took a few pictures. Sending one through to Bakugou who cursed just as the image finished loading.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” He groans when you send the picture across, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, “God, you’re perfect.”

“Says you,” You hum, he literally had a body that was carved by the gods, you completely paled in comparison.

“I wish I was there.” You heard his breath hitch and you wondered whether he was touching himself to your pictures, “I’d make you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” You murmured, turning the volume up on your headphones to try and catch the breaths that left his lips.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, “I’d start with those pretty tits, wanna suck on ‘em so badly. Would you let me, princess?”

“Yes,” You mewled, moving your fingers down to your breasts as you massaged them in your palm, catching your nipple between your thumb and forefinger as it stiffened to a hardened peak. Trying to imagine it was his hands on you instead of your own, slightly rougher with your actions in a feeble attempt to mimic his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” He rasped, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up as he caught you red-handed.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” He growled, “Shit.”

His crude words on the other side of the line had your entire body convulsing, your hips rolling in a circular motion as the sound sent a throb directly to your clit, clenching your cunt as it begged for your attention.

“Wanna leave my mark on them, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He continued, his voice pure sin as pressed further, “What are you thinkin’ about, sweet girl?”

“I-” You were embarrassed to tell him, you’d never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure exactly what you were supposed to say.

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“You touching my pussy,” You groaned, cupping your hand harder against your clothed heat as you felt the dampness against the crotch of your panties.

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned, “You’re gonna make me cum in seconds if you’re not fuckin’ careful.”

You gasped at his words, floored that you had such an effect on a guy that surely had far more experience and stamina than you ever thought you could possess.

“I wish I could be there with you to do that, princess.” He continued, “Are you touching that pretty pussy for me?”

“Yeah,” You murmured, tugging your panties to the side so your fingers dragged through the creamy slick that was now gathered between your folds, gasping when you brushed against your sensitive clit.

“I wish I could see,” He groaned, your fingers beginning to tease your tight entrance as you slipped one inside to the first knuckle as you began to languidly pump it in and out of you.

“How many fingers are you using right now?”

“One,”

“Shit,” He rasped, “Good lord, I want to fuckin’ ruin you. Think you can add another one for me, princess? Stretch yourself out for me-”

You whined at his words, pushing your forefinger in to join your middle finger as you felt the slight ache from the stretch as you began pumping them in tandem, pulling more pretty sounds from your lips that had Bakugou groaning on the other side of the line.

“Good girl. “He continued, “Gonna let me stretch you out on my cock, yeah?” You heard him spit crudely on the other side of the phone and it had your walls throbbing around your fingers, the lewd noise filling your headphones as he began to move his fist along his cock, “Fuck you into the shape of me.”

Your eyes clenched shut as you imagined how he looked on the other side of the phone, fisting his cock because of you. Trying to imagine those same vermilion eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he used his own fingers to split you open, how much better they would feel being able to find all the spots inside you that you couldn’t quite reach. Curling your fingers to try and replicate how he’d touch you, the palm of your hand now pressed snugly to your clit as you began to grind against it.

“You sound so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” He continued, “Keep that up I ain’t gonna fuckin’ last.”

“Oh,” You gasped when you pressed against the spongy spot inside you, feeling your walls quiver around your digits as you brought yourself closer to your release.

“What you thinkin’ about now, sweet girl?” He continued between a deep moan, “Tell me.”

“You fucking me,” You whined truthfully, picturing how his fat cock would look disappearing inside your tight walls, doing exactly what he said and moulding you to the shape of him. Claiming you as his.

“Oh, fuck- I can’t,” He grunted, “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

His tone had you moaning in return, increasing your pace as the soft sounds of your fingers pumping inside your slick heat filled the room, wondering if he could hear the crude noises as you hovered on the edge of your release.

“Wish I was there right now,” He continued, rambling in a hazy sea of lust that clouded his mind, “Would make you feel so good, burying my fat cock inside that pretty little angel cunt, fuck you into the shape of my cock.”

His words did nothing to ease the tension between your thighs, the coil tightening as you hovered on the cusp of your bliss, grinding yourself harder against your palm as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge, “Bakugou, I’m gonna cum-”

“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He rasped desperately, the sound of him pumping his cock furiously filled your ears as you felt yourself falling-

“Oh fuck, Katsuki-” You moaned breathlessly, the tightness inside you finally snapping as you found yourself tumbling into your bliss. Your mouth parted in a loud whine as your walls began to clench around your fingers, your orgasm flowing through you in harsh waves.

“Fuck, shit, princess-” Bakugou rasped at the sound of his name leaving your lips so needily, convulsing against his sheets as he jerked his cock through his release, joining you in euphoria.

“You got no clue how much I loved hearin’ my name coming from your lips, do you?” He groaned, breathing heavily on the other side of the line as you both began to come down from your highs, “So fuckin’ good.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated it again, feeling how the name sounded on your tongue as you heard him curse.

“Fuck, don’t. You’ll make me hard again.” He grumbled, “Already came all over myself.”

“Can I see?” You’d surprised yourself by even asking, immediately feeling self-conscious at how weird you probably sounded to him.

“Fuckin’ perv,” He rumbled and you were about to play it off when your phone vibrated with another attachment.

His torso was covered in glistening globs of cum that trailed almost as high as his pectorals, imagining what it would have felt like for him to cover you in the same way. Your walls still fluttered around your fingers in the aftershocks of your climax as you reluctantly pulled them out of your quivering cunt.

“Like what you see, hah?” You could tell from his tone that he was smirking on the other side of the line.

“Maybe,” You teased back.

“Maybe?” He growled, “Just maybe? Looks like I’m gonna have to step my game up.”

“I need to shower again because of you,” You pouted, already feeling messy between your thighs as your fingers still glistened with your slick.

“Me too, clearly.” He scoffed, “I’ll talk to you in a few?”

Your heart panged at the hopeful tone to his voice as it made you feel so wanted, unable to hide the grin on your face as you replied.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

“I mean, if you wanted to send me a few more pictures of you in the shower I wouldn’t complain-” He trailed off.

“Who’s the perv now?” You grinned, hearing his own raspy laugh fill your headphones.

“What can I say, sweetheart?” He groaned, “This is what you do to me.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon?”

“Me too, talk soon.” He smiled, neither of you wanting to hang up as eventually he pressed the ‘end call’ button.

Just as you’d grabbed a towel ready to hop in the shower you heard your phone vibrating against your bedside table, unable to resist checking it before you went into your bathroom you looked at the new notifications from discord that flashed against the screen.

Bakugou[3.15PM]: My phone number. Just in case.

You couldn’t believe he’d finally entrusted you with his number, the digits clear on the screen as you quickly saved him as a new contact before sending him a text back with your own.

A simple ‘x’ in reply to show that he’d received your message as you grinned at the response. Reluctantly putting your phone down as you moved to climb into the shower.

Bakugou[5.25PM]: I’m sorry princess, I won’t be around much tonight. Shitty hair is dragging me out for drinks and I probably won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.

You[5.26PM]: That’s okay, I might have to stay late at the office. There’s been a mix-up with paperwork that I’m currently trying to fix, wish me luck.

Bakugou[5.27PM]: You better not stay too late for that prick, or I’ll be giving him a call.

You[5.28PM]: Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I’ll text you so you know I’m okay?

Bakugou[5.29PM]: Good.

Bakugou[5.30PM]: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I’ve got the entire day off. Maybe we can try the new forest level?

You[5.31PM]: I’d really like that :)

You[5.32PM]: Have fun! <3

“Hurry up, Bakubro, we’re late already.” Kirishima poked his head inside Bakugou’s office, noticing the way he instinctively shielded his phone from his prying eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shitty hair. ‘m comin’.”

Stepping into the bar to find the gang already there with beers, placing his phone down onto the table in favour of snatching a bottle from the bucket in the middle as he took a large swig.

“Hey, slow down, Kacchan. We got the whole night ahead of us.” Kaminari smirked as he took a drink from his own bottle.

“Yeah, you never hang out with us anymore, you know.” Mina shoved his shoulder playfully, “It’s been ages.”

“Got better things to do than to be seen with you dumbasses.”

“Aw, you know you love us.” Mina swung an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him into her side, “We love you too.”

“Get off,” Bakugou growled, wrestling himself from her grip as she moved a hand into the messy, grown out hairs of his undercut as he took another drink of beer.

“Who is that?” Kaminari looked down onto the table to find the source of the buzzing, his eyes focused in on Bakugou’s phone that now illuminated with a new text message from you.

You[7:02PM]: Hope you’re having fun! Just heading home! <3

Bakugou’s swift reflexes were no match for two friends working in tandem, as he was so distracted by Kaminari’s quick hands, almost knocking over Mina’s cocktail in his haste, Kirishima grabbing the glass to keep it upright as Sero managed to slip beneath the pair to seize the phone.

“Oh, she’s real pretty.” Sero grinned like a cheshire cat as he looked at the screen, the first selfie you’d ever sent Bakugou sitting pride of place, “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Ooh, ooh, let me see-” Kaminari made grabby hands for the phone as Sero turned it to face the table, giving everyone a view of Bakugou’s lock screen. The angry blond’s palms sparking in fury.

“Give me the fuckin’ phone or I’ll blow your face off-” Bakugou snarled as Kirishima tried to calm the situation down, but even he couldn’t deny he was curious who this mystery woman was. Noticing that his best friend was spending a lot more time on his smartphone for someone who vehemently spoke about his distaste for the devices, much preferring the brick phone he carried around in his pocket on patrol.

“Did you meet her on that game I got you?” Kirishima asked, the new information now opening the floodgates even more to his nosy friends, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

“Wait- you met her online?” Sero’s eyes widened, “Come on man, the first rule of the internet.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s a catfish.” Kaminari deadpanned.

“A what?” Bakugou ran a hand down his face in frustration as his hand tightened around the beer bottle, the heat from his palm warming the liquid as he glared across the table.

“A catfish, man.” Sero shook his head, “Where did you meet her?”

“He met her on that new online game he’s been playing,” Kirishima answered for him, causing Bakugou to grind his teeth, fucking shitty hair.

“Oh god, dude. Tell me you didn’t-” Kaminari shook his head, “And I bet her avatar was a pretty girl too, right?”

It was, but what did that have to do with anything-

“I got talking to someone on that game a few weeks ago, thought it was a hot ass chick and it turned out to be a fifty year old from California.”

“Yeah, but you’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Bakugou scoffed, drinking his beer.

“No, Bakubro. I mean it! That-” Kaminari pointed at the phone, “Is a catfish.”

Bakugou made a final swipe for his phone, managing to get it out of Kaminari’s grip as he shoved the device back into his jeans pocket, hunching over the table as he finished off his beer.

“Have you seen any of her social media?” Sero asked as Bakugou thought about the question. He hadn’t, aside from your discord. But he also had never asked, he was barely on social media himself anyway. Apart from his main Pro-Hero accounts that ended up being controlled by his PR team after he lost access to them.

“No,” He scoffed, “Don’t use social media anyway.”

“Okay, what about her friends?” Kaiminari continued, “Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Has she spoken to any of you?” Bakugou rebutted.

“Fine, fine. What about money?” Kaminari pressed, “Has she ever asked you for money?”

“Never.” Bakugou scoffed, this was one question they couldn’t have on him. In all the months you’d been talking to each other you’d never once asked for a single yen from him.

“But have you bought her anything, dude?” Sero asked.

Bakugou thought about it for a moment, prepared to reply with a harsh ‘no’, but he remembered the things he’d gifted to you. It was nothing to him really, short change in comparison to the hero salary that he was bringing in now that he was ranked in the top ten. Although the number was leaps and bounds from the wage he was used to as an up and coming sidekick- and even further away from the money that the average person would make in a year.

“Gems and shit,” He mumbled, “It’s whatever.”

“Gems?” Mina raised a brow, “Like jewellery? I thought you didn’t know where she lived?”

“No,” He grunted, “Like in the fuckin’ game.”

It sounded so stupid talking about it now, embarrassing even that he was explaining to his friends about buying you fictional gifts, things that wouldn’t help a single person on the outside world. But it meant something to him, and it obviously meant something to you too. It was the feeling he got whenever he spoiled you, the appreciation in your voice when he was able to surprise you with these random gifts. It was his way of trying to show you that he cared about you on a deeper level, to show that he loved you. Fuck, did he love you?

“How much have you spent?” Kirishima asked curiously.

“None of your fuckin’ business.” Bakugou’s shoulders slumped over protectively, a subtle way to try and shield himself from the incoming questions flying towards him like bullets.

“That much, huh?” Kaminari scoffed, “Bet she’s enjoying the ride.”

“It ain’t like that,” Bakugou snarled.

“How many other guys do you think she’s doing this too as well, dude.” Sero sighed, “You know it happens.”

“She isn’t.” Bakugou knew you couldn’t be talking to more people, you spent virtually all your free time talking to him, you didn’t have a single second to talk to anyone else.

“What do you think she’s doing when you’re at work?” Kaminari deadpanned, “You think she’s sleeping?”

“She’s got a job,” Bakugou scoffed, “She works with finhead.”

“You mean Manual?” Kirishima asked.

“Oh, how convenient. She works for one of the biggest agencies in the city.” Kaminari continues, “I’m telling you Kacchan, she’s saying that to give herself time to talk to other guys.”

“She ain’t fuckin’ doing that,” Bakugou grunted, wondering why he was even listening to them anymore.

“I mean she could be talking to other guys, you just might not know?” Mina shrugged, “I had four guys at the same time when I downloaded that dating app one time, you just gotta pick the best option.” She took a sip of her cocktail as Kirishima tried to give his friend a reassuring look.

“We told you, man, catfish.” Kaminari persisted.

“We just care about you,” Mina gave him a sympathetic look.

“Mina’s right, Kats. We just don’t want the same thing that happened to you last time happening again.” Kirishima placed a palm on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

Shrugging Kirishima’s hand off his shoulder as he shoved his chair back roughly, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. Bakugou made his way to the bar for something stronger, bulldozing through the crowd. Teeth grinding together to try and stop himself from exploding inside the dive bar, his palms sweating with irritation as he rubbed them against his jeans. They didn’t have a clue, they didn’t know you like he did. They knew absolutely nothing about you.

There’s no way you were a fucking catfish after everything he’d found out about you, how long he’d spent talking to you each evening even during work. He wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for someone who was deceiving him like that, he was a Pro-Hero for fucks sake. He’d spent years of his life training himself to understand when people were being deceptive, and he had never felt that way around you.

But he began to think back to all the times he had asked you to video chat with him and you’d refused. Replaying the different excuses that you’d given him each time, each one slightly different than the last. Something that never really bothered him until now, wondering if this was the reason why you didn’t- because you couldn’t. If you were really who you said you were, why wouldn’t you video call with him?

Holding his palm out as he waved down the bartender, trying to distract himself from thoughts of you as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

“Whisky, neat.”

Bakugou grunted as the door to his apartment swung open, seconds away from falling face forward onto the gangway as he steadied himself on the doorframe. Stumbling into his apartment as he closed the door behind him with far more force than necessary. The loud bang reverberated into his quiet apartment as he kicked his shoes off, already fuelled by spite from the night out with his friends.

They didn’t know what they were talking about, they knew nothing about you.

Pulling his phone out from his jeans pocket as the screen illuminated in the dark apartment, your photograph flashing on his lock screen as his expression calmed. The deep lines from his frown softened as he felt his heart begin to speed up at the sight of you. Even if they didn’t believe you were real, he did. He knew that there was no way to fake the interactions you’d both had together, even if he’d never been able to meet you before. Fake people were so easy to spot, easy to catch- and that wasn’t you.

Squinting as he tried to unlock his phone, the face ID not working due to the darkness in the room as he haphazardly typed in his passcode, swiping against the screen until he found your phone number, uncaring that it was almost two in the morning in his drunken haze as he pressed call. The familiar sound ringing as he waited for you to pick up, grumbling beneath his breath as he continued to navigate through his apartment, making his way towards his bedroom.

Fuck, he grunted, shouldering the doorframe to his room as he stumbled inside. Flopping back onto his bed as the call went through to voicemail.

“Pick the fuck up, baby. Wanna speak to you-” He spoke into the phone, leaving the message before he went back to redial.

Trying a voice call this time, the different ringtone played out as he squinted at his phone in the darkness. Barely able to see his face as the camera filled the screen, the slightest hint of his eyes and nose visible as he waited for you to pick up. The call ringing out as he grumbled beneath his breath.

“Katsu?” You murmured groggily, not even realising that it was a video call until you huddled back beneath your duvet. Using it to conceal your face as you saw the angry blond on the other side.

Bakugou’s eyes tried to focus on the screen to get a better look at you, his gaze meeting yours as his heart began to throb in his chest, an uncharacteristically big smile appearing on his face as he heard his name coming from your lips.

“Baby,” He breathed, “I fuckin’ missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You smiled on the other side of the phone, realising that he was clearly intoxicated, “Did you have fun?”

“Tch, was fine.” He slurred, “Woulda rather been with you.”

“Me too,” You smiled, “You gonna get some sleep now?”

“Wanted to talk to you first,” He rasped, “Wanted to hear your voice.”

“Drink some water before you go to sleep,” You cooed, “Can you do that for me?”

“Course I fuckin’ can. I’m a Pro-Hero,” He puffed out his chest as you saw him drop the phone to the side, leaving you staring at darkness as you heard him shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“You okay, Katsuki?” You asked as he held the phone back to his face a few moments later.

“Took my clothes off.” He slurred, “Too hot.”

“You are too hot,” You laughed, cuddling back against your sheets as you watched him flop back down onto the bed.

“I love you, you know.”

“What?” Did he really just say what you thought he’d said, even in his drunken state there must be some kind of truth to the words or something that had prompted the admission. Liquid courage was often a blessing and a curse.

“I said I love you, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, “And I really fuckin’ do. You’re so perfect. Too good f’ me.”

“I’m really not,” You smiled softly, watching as his eyes began to droop in the low light.

“Just needed to tell ya-” You listened closely as he became quieter on the other side of the line, his breathing flattening as he’d clearly fallen asleep on the other side of the line.

He was definitely not about to drink some water, you mused as you continued to watch him. Soft snores began to spill from his lips that brought a sense of comfort to you, your heart racing in your chest as you watched him. Placing your phone on the bed beside you as you snuggled into your pillow.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to fall asleep to the sound of him.

You hadn’t expected Bakugou to come online quite so early the next day, waking up to see the phone call disconnected as you felt a slight twinge of sadness in your chest. Hoping that you might have been able to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face in the early hours of the morning as the sun began to rise.

Making yourself a cup of coffee as you settled into your gaming chair, hoping to occupy yourself on your day off work until he was up and ready to join you. Sending him a good morning text message before logging into the game.

You’d managed to clear one of the forest areas by yourself, using the Scythe’s that Bakugou had helped you upgrade, the levels improving its stability and power as you collected the achievements at the end. Excited to show him the new content that you’d managed to snag as you took a sip of your drink.

A few hours later you saw the familiar notification that Bakugou had logged into the game, the status symbol turning green as you moved to send him a text message. Not wanting to pull him into a voice call as you could only imagine how much his head throbbed after last night, wondering if he remembered anything from the early morning events. Bakugou, however, beat you to it when you saw the familiar call screen appear, immediately accepting with a smile on your face.

“Morning, Katsuki.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He groans, his voice husky from sleep and the previous night's activities.

“How you feeling?” You hummed.

“Fine,” He grunted, “Drank too fuckin’ much.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You wondered if he did-

“Got home and tried to call you fifty fuckin’ times, apparently.” He scoffed, “I woke up at like five and the call was still connected, sorry about that-”

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” You smiled, “It was cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, “Ain’t nothin’ about me cute, princess.”

“Well, you were last night.” You did feel slightly forlorn that he didn’t seem to remember his confession during the phone call, wondering if it had just been him drunk and nothing else.

“Hope you didn’t lose too much sleep because of me.”

“Nah, I actually liked it,” You hummed, “Made me feel like you were thinking about me.”

“I was,” He shrugged.

“I was thinking about you too.” You smiled, “And at least I found out something new about you last night.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He replied curiously.”

“That you can’t hold your drink,” You laughed, hearing him tell you to "piss off” on the other side of the line as you scrolled your cursor to the world map, “Are you sure you’re okay to play this morning? You can take a nap or grab some food first?”

“‘m fine, got some water.” He brushed you off, “Did you find a lobby for us?”

“Yeah, this one- it’s closing in a few minutes.” You dropped the link as you watched his avatar appear beside your own, “It feels like ages since we’ve played together.”

“Aww, you miss me?” You can hear the cocky tone to his voice as you check your inventory, making sure you’re still stocked up on potions as the timer continues to count down.

You end up playing three more raids with Bakugou in a row, making up for lost time as your busy lives have kept you away from the game. Trying to maintain your level as you prepare yourself for the next floor boss.

“I need to go and take a bath, I’ve got a few errands to run but I’ll be back in a few hours?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head, “That way we’ll have the entire evening to try and beat the boss together with no distractions.”

“A bath?” Bakugou groans, the only words he’s picked up on in the entire sentence, “You tryin’ to turn me on, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t,” You hummed, “But are you?”

“Fuck,” He rasped, feeling his cock begin to stir between his thighs, “Just thinkin’ about you like that’s gonna have me hard.” He groaned.

“Maybe I’ll take some pictures for you,” You smirked.

“Better not be teasin’ me, woman.” He goaded you.

“Would I do that to you?” You cheekily replied.

“I think you would, gonna prove me wrong?” He teased.

“I’ll speak to you in a bit, Katsuki.” You smiled, moving to end the call.

“Course, sweetheart.”

Bakugou groaned as he moved his focus back to the game, hoping to try and clear some levels in return for you by the time you returned from your bath. But now all he could think about was you completely naked and covered by the warm, soapy water. Imagining how your body would look covered in that wet sheen as you ran your hands all over yourself, cleaning every single inch of yourself.

“Fuck,” He rasped, glancing down at the now visible hardness beneath his grey sweatpants.

Leaning back in his computer chair as he reached for his phone to take a picture for you, hitting send before moving a hand down to palm himself in order to grant some sweet relief.

Bakugou[11:45AM]: Fuck, princess. Look what you do to me. Got me so hard for you.

He squeezed his cock, feeling it throb beneath the fabric as he raised his hips enough to pull it down his thighs, letting it hang slack around his calves as he wrapped his fingers around his drooling length. Sucking a hiss through his teeth at the sensation as he moved to open the risque nudes that you’d sent him before, holding his phone in a palm as he began to work his cock with the other. Leaning forward to spit down onto the tip as some of it landed on his fist, using it as lubrication as he began to languidly pump himself.

Crude thoughts of you flooded his mind as he imagined the look you would give him as you sat on your knees for him, those pretty tits in perfect view as he’d move to press the fat tip of his cock against your pouty lips. Groaning as your tongue would slip out to lap at the slit, tasting him before slowly taking him inside your wet heat. Tightening his grip on himself as he tried to replicate how it would feel, your tongue brushing against the prominent veins that forked along his length as the head hit the back of your throat, imagining how much of him you’d be able to take before you were gagging around him. Spluttering as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbled down your chin, making you look so debauched for him.

“Shit,” He continued, closing his eyes as he began to imagine what your pretty pussy would look like wrapped around his cock. The bulging tip bullying its way between your folds to nudge your clit as he made you cry out for him, imagining how desperate you’d sound as you called his name. The sound of it spilling from your lips now ingrained in his memory, though he wished he’d recorded you saying it so he could play it whenever he pleased.

Speeding up as he found himself getting closer and closer to his climax, teeth grinding together as more grunts reverberated from deep in his chest, the crude sound of his hand working his cock filling the quiet room.

But then his mind began to wander further, replaying the words that Sero and Kaminari had said to him the night before, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose as he tried to ignore the sound of Kaminari’s voice playing in his mind, instead opening his eyes to glance back at the photograph you’d sent him of you in the pretty lingerie for him, focused on the curve of your ass as he began to imagine how it would look when you were bouncing on his cock-

“We told you, man, catfish.”

Snarling in frustration as he felt his cock begin to soften at the words, his mind now plagued with scepticism and disbelief as he felt his climax slip away from him. His heavy balls aching with the desire to empty his seed, but now all he could think about was the fact that you may not be who you said you were.

What if they were right? He’d only ever seen photographs of you, and what if you’d sent these photographs to everyone you were speaking to online? What if you’d been sent them from a friend who was in on it too, and you were only after his money. What if they were pictures of a victim that didn’t even know her pictures were being used, and he was being a disgusting pervert getting off to them.

Fuck, he felt so confused. Letting his head fall back against his gaming chair as he moved to text you one-handed.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

You wrapped a warm, fluffy towel around you as you climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly swirl down the drain as you made your way back into your bedroom. Almost embarrassed by how quickly you found yourself missing Bakugou as you moved to send him a text, surprised to find however a slew of texts from him first.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

Bakugou[12.12PM]: Can you just text me when you’re back so we can talk.

Bakugou[12.15PM]: I’ll be waiting.

His tone made you feel nervous as you read through the messages he’d left you, nervously raising the phone to your ear to call him but you were left with no response. The call forwarding to his voicemail as though he’d let it ring out.

You[12.17PM]: I’m here, can you pick the phone up please I’m trying to call you?

Nervously trying to call him again, but being left with the exact same voicemail message as you cut the call before the familiar beep.

You[12.19PM]: Katsuki?

You remembered that he had promised to wait online for you so you moved towards your desktop computer, noticing that his avatar still showed that it was online and in green, so you chanced leaving him a message on there too.

You: Katsuki? You wanted to talk?

When you looked closer you noticed that his character was currently in play, clicking onto it to look up the stat as it showed what lobby he’d entered. He was taking part in one of the one-on-one fights, battling another opponent, someone that you didn’t recognise. Moving your character to the lobby of the fight where spectators could watch you noticed the level of stamina he was using was completely unnecessary for the opponent he was up against, his sword slashing forward in rapid succession as he set out a frenzied attack on the other player.

Waiting as he threw the final hit towards the other avatar as ‘VICTORY’ flashed up on the screen in a bright blue font, hoping now that he would notice your messages and call you back as you waited with your phone in hand.

Picking up on the first ring as you saw him finally call you, the phone going straight to your ear as you didn’t bother with headphones.

“Katsuki, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He grunted, you could hear his chest heaving on the other side of the phone.

“What did you want to talk about?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know.

“Are you real?” He asked.

“Wait, what?” You were caught off guard by the question, what did he mean were you real?

“It’s a simple fuckin’ question.” He spat back, the rage slowly building inside him, “Are you who you fuckin’ said you are.”

“Yes, of course I am.” You were so confused, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“So why are you sending me fake fuckin’ pictures?” You were at a loss for words, wondering what had led him to think you were sending him pictures that weren’t of you. Wondering if you’d accidentally sent him a picture of one of your friends instead, or something random from your camera roll.

“I’m not though, Katsuki.” You replied, wondering if you should go back through your conversations to try and find out what he meant.

“Don’t lie to me,” He growled, “How many other guys are you doin’ this to?”

“Can you just tell me what you’re talking about?” You huffed, “What other guys?”

“Answer the fuckin’ question.” He sneered, “Do I have to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? How many guys are you talking to?”

“Just you?” You answered as though it was the most obvious question in the world, of course he was the only guy you were talking to. You spent almost every free minute you had with him outside of work and sleep.

“Oh, so I’m the lucky one this time, hah?” He jeered, “Lucky me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Katsuki.” You’d heard of Dynamight’s volatile temper, the media portraying this side of him frequently. But you never expected to hear it firsthand.

“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me that.” He growled, “You’re the one out here whoring yourself out and for what? A few extra gems in the game?”

“I’m what?”

Did he just call you a whore?

“Wastin’ your fuckin’ time for a game that doesn’t even exist, pathetic.” He continued.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugou.” You felt tears pooling in your eyes at his harsh tone.

“Who’s the girl in the pictures?” He pressed.

“Me?” You’d scrolled back through your conversations, the only pictures you’d sent him were pictures of you.

“Tell me the fuckin’ truth.” He snarled, “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“What bullshit, Katsuki.” You shouted back in exasperation, “If I was a catfish, don’t you think I’d find better pictures to send you?”

“What are you fuckin’ talking about?” He spat scornfully.

“Prettier pictures.” You mumbled, thick tears began to fall down the apples of your cheeks as you tried to brush them away with the palm of your hand.

“Okay, if you’re not lying, video chat with me right now.” He deadpanned.

“W-what?”

“It’s that simple.” He growled, “If you’re really who you said you are, you'd do it.”

“I can’t-” You pleaded, it wasn’t that simple-

“It’s a fuckin’ video call, why won’t you do it with me?” He barked, his tone dark.

Your ex-boyfriend's words repeated in your mind at the request, reminding yourself why you could never allow yourself to be comfortable enough to accept the video call. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to look that bad on video,” the words were like a stake to the heart when he’d said them to you, every single insecurity you had now slowly piling up. You hated your skin, especially when you’d just got out of the shower. Not to mention the tears that were beginning to pool in your thick lashes, giving you puffy skin around your eyes as you tried desperately to keep them inside. You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t handle that kind of rejection again. Especially from someone who you were so deeply in love with.

“I just can’t right now-” You mumble, “If you give me time-”

You were going to try and put makeup on and find somewhere in your house with better lighting, preparing yourself to be vulnerable for him.

“What?” He grunted, “So you can come up with more excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse.” You mumbled, even though it was. Your insecurities were always your biggest downfall when it came to relationships or even just life in general. The thing that always seemed to hold you back the most.

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you were only talking to me because of my money.” He scoffed, “You’re like all the rest.”

“Wait, what?” Now you were confused, the money?

“You can’t even do this one thing for me.” He continued, “One simple fuckin’ thing.”

“Look, plea-”

“Fucking bitch.” He snarled, cutting you off, “Delete my number now.”

“Wait, Katsuki. What?” Tears continued to spill down your cheeks.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, I didn’t want to believe them, but you proved it.” He continued on, his voice getting louder the more enraged he became, “Fuckin’ dunceface was right, you’re just another bitch tryin’ to get my fuckin’ money.”

“I wasn’t-” Is that really how little he thought of you?

“What was it gonna be next- A bag? A car?” He scoffed, “Or maybe you were just lookin’ to sell your story to the papers, hah? Another fuckin’ whore tryin’ to get rich off my back, well I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“I really fucking liked you Bakugou Katsuki,” You sniffed, tears now dropping onto the towel you were still wrapped in as you shivered silently, soaking into the damp fabric as you stopped trying to rub them away, “I really thought I was falling in love with you.”

“Falling in love with me or my money?” He sneered.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” Your voice was so quiet when you spoke, barely a whisper as you ended the call.

Blocking his number first as you moved to discord to block his profile, tears dripping from your cheeks and onto your chest as you sat there wrapped in a fluffy towel, uncaring that you were still slightly damp as you climbed back into your bed. Pulling the duvet over your shaking body as you let the tears flow freely, soaking your pillow as you tried to process what had just happened, what Bakugou had accused you of.

You didn’t expect it to end like this.

It had been three weeks since Bakugou had talked to you last, and everyone at the agency was experiencing the aftermath. Bakugou’s temper reached a contentious boiling point, one that threatened to erupt like hot burning lava from a volcano each time he stepped into the office. Even petty crime had decreased in the area, villains terrified of being at the end of one of Bakugou’s explosive outbursts. The Dynamight agency now a volatile battleground as he picked up as many shifts as possible, completely surrounding himself with his work in a feeble attempt to take his mind off you, if only just for a few moments.

You’d done this to him, turned him into this bitter creature that was still full of so much love for you even after everything. He couldn’t take away the bitter taste in his mouth when he reminded himself what you’d done to deceive him, the lies you told. Bile thick in his throat as he remembered the way he’d opened up to you, just to have you throw it back in his face.

He had to stop himself unblocking you after the first night, whether it was to throw more insults at you or to tell you he was sorry he was unsure. Either way, he missed your voice. The only thing that dulled the ache slightly was work, even sleep only brought him memories of you.

Bakugou hadn’t touched the game since he stopped speaking to you, not even wanting to go online to see more memories of the times with you, the old snapshots and messages of the nights you’d spent together, the moments he’d spent falling in love with you.

He’d been foolish, he’d let his guard down and allowed himself to fall for you, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

His heart was already a fortress, guarded with gates so high that no one could break through, or so he thought. The gates opening with a key that you seemed to hold as you broke through, stealing his heart as you held it in your hands. Taking everything until the fortress was completely barren.

“I fuckin’ told you what enhancements I wanted on the gauntlets, why isn’t it ready?” He snarled on the phone to a poor member of his technology department, “I don’t fuckin’ care what excuses you have, just get it done-”

Bakugou slammed the phone down in fury as Kirishima loitered near the entrance to his office, giving him a soft smile as he closed the door behind him, watching his friend card a hand through his messy blond hair, heaving a sigh.

“I know you miss her, Bakubro.” Kirishima started before he was cut off by his best friend.

“I don’t miss shit,” Bakugou grunted.

‘You don’t have to lie to me.” Kirishima continued, “She was a big part of your life. I know how you felt about her.”

“You don’t know shit,” Bakugou growled, the more he thought about you, the fierier he became.

“Well, I remembered you telling me that she worked for a hero agency,” Kirishima began, choosing his words carefully.

“Yeah, another fuckin’ lie,” Bakugou grunted, sitting back in his chair as his leg bounced beneath the desk to try and stop himself from exploding.

“Well, man.” Kirishima came around the desk to stand beside Bakugou, holding his phone out to his best friend, “I thought you might want to see this-”

Bakugou’s eyes roamed the screen as he saw your name in the middle, your job title below it along with the agency you worked at and your contact number. The exact same digits and area code as the number you’d given to him-

“It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I know the database has information for all Pro-Hero Agency employees in the country in case of emergency, and I figured I’d take a quick look. There’s one, in particular, that has information on employees for shared missions. And she came up-”

“This don’t prove shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Just means she’s pretending to be whoever this is.”

“I thought that could be a possibility too, so I searched her name online and found this-” Kirishima’s fingers slid against his screen clumsily as he closed the photo he’d shown Bakugou, moving it to Instagram to show him the page, “This was her right?”

Bakugou snatched the phone from Kirishima’s hands as he began to scroll through your feed, clicking on certain photographs where you were the main focus. A few candid ones where you were laughing at something, and some were where you were sitting in the same gaming chair with the pink headphones he recognised.

“Has she sent you any of these pictures before, man?” Kirishima asked as he continued looking over Bakugou’s shoulder, “Some of them are tagged by friends too, it looks legit.”

He felt like an asshole.

Bakugou continued scrolling through the phone, his finger stroking over your cheek on the screen as he read through some of the captions. A lot of them seemed to be about you missing home, missing your friends. Some of the photographs he’d seen before, remembering when you’d showed them to him and the stories behind them. Others he’d never seen until now, looking through pictures where you looked so happy, so free. But he’d also seen some that you hadn’t posted on here at all, remembering your words when you’d told him that they’d been for his eyes only.

“See, man.” Kirishima gave him a small smile, “She’s real.”

“Fuck.”

It was probably too late to fix it, he’d already ruined any chance he had of being with you. Dumping the phone onto his desk as he sat back in his chair, brows set into a firm glare.

“Are you not gonna go and find her, Kats?” Kirishima asked, he hadn’t seen his friend look this defeated since high school.

“No fuckin’ point, I already fucked it.”

“Just go and tell her how you feel, man.” Kirishima squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, “At least then you can say you tried.”

Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head as he continued staring forward. He didn’t deserve you anyway, people like him didn’t deserve happiness.

“Sometimes it isn’t just about you.” Kirishima continued, “What about her feelings?”

“She’s better off without me.”

“That isn’t your decision to make.” Kirishima pushed, “You can’t keep being a coward-”

“I ain’t a fuckin’ coward.” Bakugou sneered.

“Then tell her how you feel.”

Bakugou stood from his chair, deliberately shouldering Kirishima out of the way as he stormed out of his office. It was probably too late, but Kirishima was right. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, so he had to fucking try.

“There’s someone here at reception for you.” You looked from the paperwork on your desk to see one of your colleagues calling for you from across the room.

“For me?” You wondered if they’d got you confused with someone else, you didn’t know anyone in the city. And even if your friends had come to visit you here, there’s no way they’d turn up at the agency unannounced.

“You can’t just come in here Dynamight, sir—” Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the Pro-Hero standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over the office through his black mask as he sought you out. Immediately stilling when his gaze met your own as if it was your look alone that calmed the hurricane that blustered towards you.

“Bakugou,” You mumbled beneath your breath.

You’d spent so long and tried so hard to push him to the back of your mind that now he was finally here the emotions threatened to come bubbling back to the surface. Your throat seized up as you felt tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, watching him as he made a beeline for you. The entire office was silent as they watched the interaction with absolutely no subtlety, the realisation causing you to feel even more uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” You felt so self-conscious beneath his gaze for the first time, unsure where to look as you focused on the bright orange ‘x’ that sat across his chest. He was so much taller than you, making you feel so small in comparison. No longer having the screen separating the both of you which gave you the confidence to talk to him, instead of feeling so nervous in his company. Especially when he was clad in his signature hero outfit, everything apart from the large gauntlets he usually carried. As though he’d made it over to Manuals Agency in a rush, forgetting them in his haste.

What made it worse was the fact that you were still struggling to sleep even though it had been weeks since you’d blocked him, the pain of your last conversation with him still weighed heavy on your mind as you willed the ground to swallow you whole. The silence was deafening as you could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of you, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so hideous.

Wishing that you’d had some sort of divine intervention this morning when you’d woken up for work and put some make-up on to try and hide the darkened bags beneath your eyes or your slight uneven skin tone.

“I needed to talk to you,” Bakugou spoke simply, his gaze unwavering.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me for weeks and suddenly you show up at my office?” You crossed your hands over your chest, trying to grant yourself some comfort as you held your own.

“I-” He paused, as though trying to think of the words first.

“You can’t just show up at my job unannounced after what you did,” You raise your voice in a mock whisper as you look around the agency at your colleagues, feeling sets of eyes on you as the Number Seven hero Dynamight stood tall in their office, looming over everyone with that same domineering energy he conducted each time he entered a room.

“I needed to talk to you, please,” He continued, “Will you come outside with me?”

“No,” You shake your head, trying to push back the tears that threaten to fall, “You don’t get to come in trying to control things when you’re the one that fucked this up.”

“I know I fucked up, I know.” He sighed, “Please will you at least talk to me in private?”

You chewed the inside of your lip, wishing that you’re resolve was stronger. If there was one thing you knew about Dynamight from the media it was that he didn’t beg, but the pleading look that you saw on his face now said otherwise.

“Wait here,” You heaved a sigh as you moved back to your desk to pick up your bag, switching your monitor off before walking towards your boss' table to let him know you were taking lunch.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” You turned your head to the side slightly as you watched his gaze meet Dynamight’s stoic stare as he glanced back towards you with wide eyes, “Oh, I see- take as long as you need.”

Moving back through your office as you walked straight past Bakugou, leaving the same way he came in as you took him around the Manual Agency building, coming to a small square with an understated water fountain outside. A mock version of the Normal Hero stood in the middle as it shot out streams of water in various directions, a simple ode to his quirk.

“I eat my lunch out here sometimes,” You mumbled softly, moving to sit on one of the vacant benches around the fountain as you smiled softly at the water feature.

“S’nice.” Bakugou whispered, standing awkwardly beside your seated figure before he dropped down beside you. Pulling his black mask up over his face until it lay against the top of his forehead, pushing some of the blond messy spikes from his face. Hating the way your body betrayed you as you looked at how attractive it made him, your eyes flitting towards his lips and the stubble that shadowed his jawline before averting your gaze.

“Why are you really here, Bakugou?” You asked, chancing a glance at the blond, “You made your feelings pretty clear already.”

“Why wouldn’t you video chat with me?” He murmured softly.

Biting your lip as you tried to work out how to explain to him why you couldn’t, why you didn’t. Suddenly feeling the vulnerability of not having a screen to hide behind or a keyboard to use. This time face to face with the object of your affections, your heart felt like it was caught in your throat as you took a deep breath.

“I was scared, okay.” You exhaled softly, “I’ve never looked good on video, and I didn’t want you to think I was ugly.”

“You- what?” Bakugou couldn’t believe what you were saying, why would he think you were ugly?

“I was with my ex for a while,” You smiled bitterly, “Used to think he was the love of my life.”

You almost laughed looking back at the memory, it felt like worlds away from where you were now.

“We used to video chat a lot, especially when he had to work late or I picked up extra shifts,” You continued, “But he used to say I looked horrible on video, that the camera picked up all my worst angles.”

You could feel the tears beginning to build up again, and you sniffed, looking up at the sky as you tried to stop them from falling. Trying desperately not to cry in front of Bakugou, exhaling softly as you continued.

“And then I found out who you were, and how attractive you were, and how many beautiful girls you’ve probably been with and I couldn’t do it.” You shook your head, “I just kept hearing those same words from my ex, and I couldn’t bear hearing them from you.”

“Wouldn’t have called you ugly,” He scoffed, “There’s no way.”

“No, but you would’ve thought it- and that’s almost just as bad.” You sniffed, tears clinging to your lashes as they blurred your vision.

“Ain’t an ugly part of you.” He mumbled, chewing his lip. The words causing you to scoff as you shook your head in disagreement.

“I saw your Instagram,” He continued.

“Oh god, there are some horrible tagged photos of me on there,” You groaned, willing the ground to swallow you whole as you pictured Bakugou’s face as he went through your page. A look of pure disgust on his features as he found the ones where you were making silly faces with your friends, or coming home from a long night out.

“I didn’t see a single ugly photo.” His eyes met yours, tugging one of his gloves off as he dropped it onto the bench beside him. Raising his thumb to brush the tears from your cheek.

“You believe me now?” You smiled woefully, moving away from his touch. Certain that if you leaned into it you’d melt back into him.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that.” Bakugou shook his head.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You could feel the anger building inside you. “We could’ve just spoke about it like adults, but instead you decided to come in on the defensive-”

“I-” He began, but you cut him off.

“You fucking thought I was the one lying to you, when you’re the one that said he was a Pro-Hero.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you’d heard it.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t just talk to me.” You mumbled.

“My ex,” Bakugou began, shifting on the bench to stare at the water that danced across the fountain, sparkling in the bright afternoon sunlight, “Ended up leaving me and selling a story to the papers.”

He raised his thumb up to his lips, biting down on the pad as he continued to avoid your gaze, staying quiet beside him as you allowed him the time to continue his story.

“Turned out she was only with me for the money, not because she actually wanted to be with me,” He lamented.

“But you’re Dynamight, why wouldn’t she wanna be with just you?” You raised a brow, there were thousands of women out there who would’ve killed to be in her position.

“‘m just an asshole, I guess.” He shrugged, “When she left me she actually said that no one would love someone as cold as me.”

He scoffed as he shook his head, letting his palms drop back onto his lap, “She was probably right.”

“I mean, you are an asshole.” You smiled softly, “But I still like you.”

“Yeah?” He replied, a small smile on his face as he turned his head to face you.

Returning the gesture as you slipped your hand into his upturned palm, lacing your fingers together as you squeezed softly, feeling the palm slick with sweat as you took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.

“I should’ve been the one thinking you were a catfish,” You laughed, “You’re a fucking Pro-Hero.”

“I know,” He groaned, hesitating for a moment before he continued, “Please just let me make it up to you?”

“It’s gonna take a lot of making up,” You gave his palm another squeeze, “And Mapo Tofu.”

Bakugou smiled at the words, “You got a deal, princess.”

You shyly met his gaze as you leaned forward, keeping your grip on his hand as you met his lips in a gentle kiss. His gloved palm moved up to cup your cheek as he deepened it, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before delving forward. Brushing against your own as you melted into him, tilting your head to the side as he deepened the kiss. This was exactly what you’d been fantasising about ever since you’d first met him all those weeks ago online and you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening here and now. Wondering if you were going to wake up and it would all be a dream. Reluctantly breaking the kiss as he lay his forehead against your own, his gloved thumb stroking your cheek as you both basked in the intimacy of the moment for a little longer.

“Come to my house for dinner,” He asks gruffly, noticing the hesitation on your face as he chews his lip.

“What, now?” You raised a brow.

“Tch, yeah.” He shrugs, “Lemme make it up to you.”

“I’ve gotta get back to work, Bakugou. I just walked out-” You began but he cut you off.

“Manual owes me so many fuckin’ favours I’m cashin’ in on this one right now.”

Jumping up to sit on his kitchen counter as you watched him begin to gather the ingredients he needed to cook for you, a soft smile on your face when you noticed how comfortable he looked. A completely different face to the usually bold and brash Pro-Hero Dynamignt.

“What you statin’ at?” He rasped, looking over his shoulder at you as he placed a pan onto his stove.

“You.” You replied with a grin, your legs gently swaying from side to side as he turned to face you.

“Be careful, princess.” He rasped.

“It’s just nice getting to watch you cook,” You hummed, “I’m so used to just hearing it over voice chat.”

It felt so surreal that you’d not only met the man you’d been talking to for weeks but you were currently sitting in his huge apartment in one of the tallest high rises in the city. You’d expected the inside to be lavish and overstated if the ride up in the elevator was anything to go by. You were afraid to touch anything because everything looked expensive, terrified of leaving a mark on the perfect building. It almost made you feel out of place like you weren’t supposed to be here, that people like you didn’t belong in places like this.

Relieved when you’d stepped inside Bakugou’s apartment to find it looked relatively homely. The large, lavish furniture that you’d been expecting to fill the huge space was instead understated pieces that you could see yourself purchasing. Immediately giving a humble quality to the top ten Pro, although there were still a few examples of wealth that sat around the apartment. Multiple gaming consoles beneath a lavish television, his gaming setup looked custom-built and held his signature colours, and the subtle All Might merchandise that sat in key places around the room— all signed. He was still worlds away from your life, and the thought scared you slightly as you tried to push it to the back of your mind.

“Well,” Breaking you out of your thoughts as he came over to you, resting his large palms on your waist as he looked into your eyes, “If someone had video chatted with me, they would’ve seen me cook a long time ago.”

Even from your position on the island, your head was still lower than his own, your eyeline meeting his collarbones as he squeezed your hips softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” You pouted, Bakugou unable to resist as he leaned forward to steal a kiss, “But I was scared.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d think you were ugly,” He shook his head in disbelief, “Ain’t a single part of you that’s ugly.”

“You have to say that,” You sighed.

“You callin’ me a liar?” He raised a brow, if there was one thing Bakugou wasn't, it was a liar.

“No,” You shook your head, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Spreading your thighs slightly to create more space so he could slip between them, bringing him closer to you.

“Good.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss, smirking when your head tried to follow his lips when he pulled back, “Better not be.”

“I still can’t believe you came into my office,” You smiled, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “I’m pretty sure you gave my boss a heart attack.”

“I just knew I fucked up,” He grunted, “Had to fix it.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” You mumbled.

“I swear to you,” He raised one of his large palms to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch as he met your gaze, “I gotcha now, ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

“You promise?” You felt your heart begin to speed up at his words.

“I promise,” He stroked his thumb over your cheek.

“But what if you find someone better?” You mumbled.

“Whatcha mean ‘better’?” He scoffed.

“I dunno, like nicer, prettier-” You continued feebly.

Bakugou grabbed your wrist in one of his large palms, bringing your hand between your bodies as he pushed it against his crotch. Opening your hand as you lay it flat on top of the fabric, feeling the prominent bulge beneath as your lashes fluttered at the sensation.

“Do ya feel that?” He rasps, “That’s what you fuckin’ do to me, princess.”

Your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt his hips languidly roll into your touch, giving himself some needed friction as he pecked the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

“So don’t ever convince yourself that you’re ugly, or that I don’t want you because I really fuckin’ do.” He groaned, his warm breath fanning your face as you became bolder.

Using your grip on his shoulders to bring him down into a soft kiss, your fingers carding through the short hairs at the base of his undercut as you became bolder, pressing down harder on the bulge between his thighs to add to the friction. Your fingers tried to curl around his length through the fabric as he shamelessly began to rut his hips into your touch.

“You’re irresistible.” He growled against your lips, his warm palms sliding along your thighs as he found the curve of your ass. Squeezing your cheeks roughly as he pulled your ass to the edge of the island, moving your hand from his crotch to his shoulder to steady yourself as you gasped in surprise. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you felt his crotch pressed snug against yours.

“Fuck,” He groaned, feeling the heat radiating from your core, your skirt riding higher up your thighs as all that was between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your panties.

“Katsuki,” You hummed when you felt him begin to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. Stopping at your pulse point as his teeth latched on, biting down as he felt moans vibrating in your throat. His tongue slipped out to salve at the mark that was certain to darken as he continued lower, pressing his lips into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he repeated the action. Feeling your body grind against his in response as he began to stroke the apex of your thighs. Dipping his thumbs between them as he massaged the soft skin, moving dangerously close to your outer labia as listened to the way your breath hitched in your throat each time he neared your heat.

Dragging the back of his knuckle against the crotch of your panties as he heard you gasp in surprise, a cocky grin on his lips as he sought out your clit beneath the thin fabric, feeling your body throb from his ministrations.

“Don’t tease me,” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his touch as he pressed his thumb against your slit, pressing down on your panties as he pushed them between your folds, dragging the digit lower as he moved towards your tight entrance. Deliberately pressing against it through the fabric, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to slip inside you. The tip of his thumb barely pressed against your walls as he felt them flutter around him in anticipation.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Your slick now soaking your panties as he watches your reaction, continuing to circle your needy hole.

“Don’t tease me,” You almost whined, glancing up at your face to see your lashes fluttering as your pupils dilated, his cock twitching beneath his pants as he swore under his breath, “Please, Katsu.”

“Fuck,” He groaned, it was so damn hard to resist you.

Bakugou moved his fingers to the hem of your panties, tugging them down your hips as he helped ease you off the island just enough to pull them down your thighs. Almost ripping the fabric in his haste as he let them fall forgotten to the kitchen floor, dropping to his knees between your thighs as he brought you towards the edge of the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks at the way his vermilion eyes were staring between your thighs.

His thumbs slipping up to spread your outer labia as he took in the creamy lines of slick that were glistening against your folds, gazing towards your entrance where your essence was pooling from. Inhaling thickly as you found yourself becoming more self-conscious beneath his gaze, trying to close your thighs to hide your intimacy.

“Stop,” He murmured, dilated pupils looking up at you as he held you open, “You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve thought about how perfect you’d look here-”

His thumb moved forward to brush a line along your slit, deliberately pressing against your clit to pull a sweet whine from your lips as he playfully tapped it.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of your pretty little pussy.” His words were like liquid sin, flowing through your veins and evoking the desire that brewed deep inside you, making every inch of you feel like you were on fire.

“Katsuki,” You whispered his name, feeling his breath ghosting your slit as he brought his lips closer to where you wanted them most, “Please-”

“I can’t resist you when you say my name like that,” He rasped, nostrils flaring before he moved forward. Laying his tongue flat as he licked a stripe along your slit, the sensation causing your body to jerk as he immediately held your thighs to stop you from moving away. Repeating the motion as he shamelessly slurped at your slick, tasting you on his tongue as he began to delve deeper. The tip of his tongue catching your tight entrance as his nose nudged your clit, bullying his way inside your quivering walls as you moved your hand to the messy spikes on the top of his head as your nails scratched at his scalp. Pushing the hair back from his forehead so you could get a better look at him feasting on your cunt like a man starved, the crude slurping that filled the kitchen had you throbbing. The sound should’ve been depraved, embarrassing but it had you intoxicated on him as you listened to how desperate he was for you.

His tongue lashing against your inner walls, pushing it as deep as he could inside you as you continued to cry out for him, one of your thighs over his shoulder as you pressed the heel of your foot into his back. Bakugou dragged his tongue higher to focus on your clit as a thick finger pressed against your needy hole, slipping inside you as he curled it towards the spongy spot inside you. His tongue flicking your clit as his lips wrapped around it, feeling just how tight you were on his finger— how much tighter you’d feel stretched around his cock. The thought alone had him throbbing between his thighs, rutting his hips to try and create some friction against his pants as he added a second finger inside your dripping heat. The subtle stretch had you calling out his name, tightening your grip in his messy hair as you pushed his head harder into your cunt.

“Kats- oh, fuck.” You trailed off, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers focused on the same spot inside you as he gave quick, deliberate flicks of his wrist, “I’m gonna-”

“Come on, baby.” He goaded you, his voice rumbling against your clit. Eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he wanted to watch when he made you come undone, “Cum for me.”

You felt your release surge through your body in harsh waves, your lips parting in a squeal as your body jerked. Your toes curling as you pressed harder against his back, his tongue unrelenting on your clit as he continued flicking the sensitive nub helping you to ride out your release.

“Oh my god,” You mumbled, your chest heaving as you felt tremours continue to ebb through you, your tight walls clenching around nothing as Bakugou pulled his soaked fingers from your dripping folds. Shamelessly bringing them to his lips to clean your slick from them as he slipped his tongue between them. The sight alone was lewd, erotic as it had your clit throbbing for more.

“You are pure sin,” He groaned, pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs as he watched you come down from your high. Moving back to wipe the mixture of your slick and his spit from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

Your hands grabbing for him, trying to pull him back up to you as you pulled his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you clung to him for some semblance of reality, unable to truly believe that this was really happening right now.

“C‘mere.” He slurred, giving a rut of his hips to your soaking core, uncaring that your slick left a wet mark against his pants as he gripped your ass. Lifting you from the counter as you squealed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Please, Katsuki.” You squealed, “I’m too heavy.”

“Shut up, woman.” He scoffed, “You think I can’t carry ya?”

He deliberately squeezed your thighs, using them as leverage to push your body into the air. A scream left your lips as you felt yourself leave his grip for a moment, gravity bringing you back down into his arms as he bounced you in the air. Your hands scrambling for his shoulders as you held him tightly, ensuring he didn’t try and repeat the action as he let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re so damn cute,” He stole a kiss as he carried you through his apartment towards his bedroom, keeping you in his arms as he lay you on the soft sheets beneath him.

Your legs still wrapped around him as he brought you into another sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth, no sense of urgency as he languidly rolled his hips into you, leaving more lines of your slick against the material, the movement causing delicious friction as he kept pressing himself against you.

You caged his face with both palms, fingers brushing against the stubble that decorated his jawline as you brought him into another sloppy kiss. Languidly lapping your tongue against his lips with no real sense of urgency, just enjoying the moment with him.

The slow, sensual movement was not enough for the man above you as you felt him growl deep in his chest, capturing the sound with your mouth as he pulled back. Fingers slipping down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head, leaving you in your basic black bra. The fabric caged your breasts as he raised a large palm up to massage the soft mounds, looking at the size difference between them and his palm.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about these a lot too,” He groaned, pressing hot, searing kisses along your sternum. His hands pushed their way between you and the mattress as he felt for the clasp, roughly pinching and tugging at it until he felt it go lax, “They’re even prettier than the pictures.”

Smirking as he pulled back from your chest to remove the unnecessary obstacle as he threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“My pretty girl,” He hummed, his hands skirting up your sides as calloused thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, teasing the supple skin as his eyes continued to drink in the newly revealed territory. Circling the pads of his thumbs around your darkened areolas as he heard the breath hitch in your throat, grazing your nipples as he watched them stiffen to hardened peaks beneath his ministrations.

Moving down to engulf one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue rolling over the surface as his teeth bit down slightly. Groaning around it as he tugged, pulling more sweet sounds from between your lips as your fingers found purchase back in his hair. Holding him against your chest as your nails grazed his scalp, pressing kisses between the junction of your breasts as he moved to give the other one more of the same attention.

“Katsuki,” You whined, shifting your hips as you tried to push your crotch against his, “I wanna touch you too,”

“Yeah?” He smirked, pulling away from your nipple now soaked with his spit as he playfully blew cool air on the sensitive peak. Watching the way your lashes fluttered for him as he kissed it softly.

“Please,” You reached out to grab his belt, the utility belt sat forgotten in his kitchen as he was left with the one holding up his pants as he helped you to unbuckle it. Sliding off the bed to tug the fabric down his thick, muscular thighs.

You shamelessly sat up on your forearms to watch the display as he kicked the forgotten garment off carelessly, your eyes instantly zoning in on the darkened stain against his boxer briefs. His pre soaking through the fabric as the thick length of him lay flat against his pelvis. Moving onto your knees as you came to the edge of the bed, watching him pull his vest up over his head as you saw his bare chest face to face for the first time.

You’d always known he had a body carved by the gods, every inch of him pure muscle as a result of the constant training for his job. Scars and marks gracing his torso as signs of the downfall of his career, things that should’ve made him look less appealing but somehow those imperfections only served to make him more perfect.

Reaching out to run your hands against the exposed skin, allowing your fingers to press into every dip and curve of his torso as you navigated towards his bulging pectorals. Watching his eyes flutter as you brushed your thumbs against his stiff nipples, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek. Moving lower as you did everything you’d imagined doing to him when he’d first sent you those naked pictures, running your hands through the blond, silvery wisps of hair that scattered his chest as you followed them towards the hem of his boxers. Your hand reaching out to palm him through the fabric, fingers barely able to wrap around him before he had your wrist caged in his large palm.

“Don’t,” He growled low in his throat, holding your hand away from his cock.

“I want to make you feel good too.” Uncertainty in your tone as you worried that it was something he didn’t want you to do, the insecurities beginning to form in the back of your mind as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Another time, princess.” He rasped, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “You touch me like that I won’t fuckin’ last.”

He leaned forward to press his thumb against your pouty lips, holding your chin in his hand as he dragged down.

“Especially with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Your lips parting for him as he pressed his thumb inside your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue wrap around it. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it hard, glancing up as you watched his eyes roll. Pressing down on the flat of your tongue as he eased your jaw open, his cock throbbing at the thought of slipping inside your mouth, but it would have to be saved for another time. Already feeling himself close to his limit just by being this near to you, your scent intoxicating as it overwhelmed his senses. Unable to remember the last time he’d been with another person, the tension that had built up since he’d first met you still swelling inside him as he tried to calm his racing heart.

You moved your hands to your skirt as you unzipped the fabric, easing it down your hips to leave you naked in front of him for the first time. His hands moved to lay you flat against the bed before you stopped him, pulling him down onto the bed beside you as you straddled his torso.

“At least let me make you feel good like this,” You whispered, placing soft kisses against his collarbone as he felt your slick soaking the hairs along his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He groaned, reaching back to grab a pillow to prop his head up so he could get the perfect view of you on top of him.

His thick cock lay flat against his abdomen as you watched fresh pre leaking from the slit, oozing onto his skin as you moved yourself on top of him to sit on it, your folds parting as you felt the warmth of his length against your most intimate place. Your wetness soaking his length as you began to languidly roll your hips on top of him, shamelessly grinding yourself against his thick cock. Your clit caught against the underside of his tip with each roll of your hips as you used him for your own pleasure.

Your hands trailed over his torso as your fingers began to follow the lines of scars that littered his skin, some of them darker than others. An indication of which ones were new and which he’d had for a while, fading over time but still leaving rough skin in their wake. Your fingers brushing one that sat dangerously close to his heart, wanting to ask the story behind it as you stored the sight for later. A time and a place for everything, your hands trailing lower as you began to brush your fingers through the light blond hair that scattered against his chest, following it on its path until it went to his pelvis. Your fingers brushed against the tip of his cock as he let out a sharp gasp, his chest caving slightly from the sensation as goosebumps began to appear on his skin.

“You’re determined to make me cum all over myself, aren’tcha sweetheart?” He groaned, running his hands along your thighs as he watched you grinding against his cock, “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moved to sit back on his thighs before moving to wrap your hands around his cock now slick with you, causing Bakugou to hiss before his hand moved down to hood the base of his cock. He watched as you slowly moved to sink down on his length, the first roll of your hips had the blunt tip of his cock missing your hole as it caught against your clit, causing you to groan in surprise.

“Shit,” The erotic sight had Bakugou groaning as you repositioned yourself, his other hand holding your hip tightly as he helped you sink down on his length.

“Oh, fuck Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the fat head of his cock slip past the first ring of muscle as he began to stretch you out around him. Unable to recall the last time you’d ever had something so big inside you, if ever.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his thumb moving to rub messy circles against your clit to help ease the ache as you began to rock your hips against his cock. Slowly taking more of him inside your eager walls as you felt the dull burn slowly morphing into pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt the fatness of the middle of his length stretching you out. The prominent veins dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you finally buried him inside you to the hilt. Sitting flat on his pelvis as you adjusted to the intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as he moved both hands to your thighs, “Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

You splayed your hands against his stomach for leverage as you slowly began to move your hips, lifting yourself up before dropping yourself back down on his length.

“You like that?“ He hummed, smirking at the euphoric look on your face as you let out a shameless moan, “Yeah, you do.”

Admiring the way your body looked above him as you used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips to have your clit catching against the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Only adding to the friction as you set a steady pace, biting down on your bottom lip as you sought your own pleasure.

There was something about the way that Bakugou was looking at you in this position, like you were some sort of ethereal goddess. Eyes full of lust and adoration as he stared at you like you were the only thing on this earth that mattered.

Even though you were on top it was clear that Bakugou still maintained all control, a domineering force through every aspect of his life.

“So messy, sweetheart.” He groaned as his thumbs moved to the dip of your pelvis, pushing your body back slightly to the creamy rings of slick that you left around the base of his cock, matting into his pubic hair.

“‘m close,” You mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you tried to angle your hips so his cock hit the same spot inside you each time. You looked so debauched like this for him, your bruised lips parted in a moan as you gazed down at him through glassy eyes.

Bakugou’s hands moving to the curve of your ass as he squeezed the cheeks roughly, his fingers digging in the supple skin as he pulled back to spank you hard. Feeling the way you spasmed around him as he repeated the motion, causing you to cry out for him as he alternated cheeks, holding you steady as he spread your cheeks, adding to the stretch as he felt you becoming restless on top of him.

“Are you tired, pretty girl?” He cooed softly as you nodded your head pathetically, a pout on your lips as you teetered so close to your release. Moving your body so you were pressed chest to chest, burying your head into the curve of his neck as you continued to feebly roll your hips. You just needed something to help you over the edge-

Bakugou smoothed his hands along your spine, feeling your soft skin before holding your hips steady, fingers dipping into the plush as he set a steady pace. A sheer display of strength as he began to rut his hips up into you, your breath fanning his skin as you moaned into his neck.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” You cried out, feeling the coil inside you so close to breaking as Bakugou moved his thick thighs behind you, feeling then press against the curve of your ass as he planted his feet flat on the mattress. Using the new position to add more force to his movements as he fucked up into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the air as you found yourself tumbling into your climax. The power behind his thrusts, even though he was beneath you. Crying out his name as the noise was muffled by his neck as your walls began to quiver around him, milking his cock as you rode out your release.

“Good girl,” He groaned, messily rutting his hips up into you as he felt you continue to tremble around him.

“Katsuki,” You whispered shyly, tilting your head to the side to catch his gaze, “You didn’t cum.”

“I know, baby.” He continued stroking his hands along your back, warmth from his quirk radiating from his palms as he held you.

“I wanna make you cum too,” You whined, planting your hands on either side of his head as you pushed yourself up. Your breasts hung in his face as he couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them, squeezing gently as he felt you throb around his cock.

Whining when he moved his grip to your hips to lift you off his cock, moving your body to lay beside his as he settled himself between your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest as he glanced down at your stretched hole, still fluttering in the aftershocks of your release.

“Gonna let me use your sweet pussy to make me cum?” He tapped his cock covered in your slick against your slit, watching you nod your head as he slowly began to push himself inside you.

“You have no idea how perfect you are.” He groaned as your walls greedily sucked him back in, “It’s like you were made for me.”

Your walls clinging to him, even tighter after your release as he selfishly used you for his own pleasure.

“God, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He rasped, trying to contain himself to focus on your pleasure. But you had to make it so hard, with the way you were squeezing around his cock, convinced if he met your gaze you’d have him coming undone in an instant.

“Think you’ve got one more in there for me, sweetheart?” He grunted, slipping his fingers between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles against your overstimulated clit.

“I can’t,” You cried out, the sensation causing your body to shake, “S’too much.”

“Shh, I know you can, sweetheart.” He cooed softly, his voice a gentle rasp, “Be a good girl for me.”

“Shit, I can feel you squeezin’ me, I know you’re close-” Bakugou tore a guttural whine from your lips as he stole another climax from you, your release rippling through you in harsh waves as you cried out his name.

“That’s it, baby.” Moving his hand from your clit to reposition it on the back of your thigh as he began thrusting into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own end as he felt you continuing to clench around him, “So good for me.”

Your breasts bounced with the ferocity of his movements, feeling the blunt head of his cock deep inside your tight cunt as it kissed your cervix with each forward motion, creating a delicious ache inside you. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as the lewd sound of him fucking into your stretched heat filled the room.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” He groaned, adjusting his hips as he prepared to pull out, ready to paint a pretty picture against your skin the way he’d fantasised about more times than he could count.

“Cum inside me,” You manage to rasp breathlessly, Bakugou’s vermilion eyes meeting your gaze as he felt himself falling over the edge. Your nails left crescent-shaped moons against his shoulder blades as you held him to you, not wanting him to leave your slick heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Bakugou rasps, the words have his cock throbbing as he cums inside you with a grunt. His hips snug against yours as his heavy balls press against the curve of your ass, his thighs quivering as he shoots white, hot ropes of cum inside your eager walls as you continue clenching around him.

Bakugou leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it had you sticking to him comfortably, pushing the sweaty hair from his brow as you cupped his cheeks. Basking in the afterglow together as your tight cunt continued to clench around his cock. Shifting his hips as he felt himself begin to soften inside you.

“No,” You whined with a pout as you felt him slowly start to pull himself from your tightness, his eyes immediately focusing on the mess between your thighs as his cum began to seep out of your trembling walls.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned when he slipped his fingers towards your folds to press his drooling cum back inside your fluttering hole, the action causing you to cry out as he teased your overstimulated sex, “‘m sorry, you just look so pretty like this.”

He flopped down beside you as you felt his cock soft against your thigh, leaving lines of your slick against your skin as he pulled your body against his.

“Shall I run you a bath?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, in a little.” You gave him a small smile, “Can we just lie here for a bit?”

“Course, baby.” He held you against his firm body as his fingers continued drawing absentminded patterns on your skin.

“Did you think we’d ever meet?” You asked softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wanted to,” He rasped, stroking your hair gently as you lay together basking in the afterglow, “But I wasn’t sure if we ever would.”

“I’m glad we did,” You smiled softly, leaning into his touch as he pressed warm lips against your temple.

“Me too, princess.” He whispered against your skin, “Me too.”

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the man beside you becoming drowsy as his breath became shallow.

“Hmm,” He replied softly, exhaling through his nose.

“What are we?” You tried to find the right words to use, “You know- after everything.”

“What do ya mean, princess?” He raised a brow in question as you paused.

“I mean-” You took a deep breath before answering, “What would you call our relationship right now?”

“You’re my girlfriend,” He replied as though it was the most simple question in the world.

“Girlfriend?” Butterflies fluttered around your heart at his admission, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“Yeah, unless you don’t wanna be?” He opened his eyes slightly to see your reaction.

“No, I wanna be.” You smiled softly, “I was just worried that-”

“What? That we’d do this and I’d let things go back to how they were before?” You smiled as he took your cheek in one of his large palms, meeting your gaze, “I just got ya, you think I’m letting you go that easy?”

You smiled at his reaction, leaning forward to place a soft kiss against his lips as you felt his grip around you tighten.

“I mean someone’s gotta look after you,” He pulled you tighter into his arms, “Your weapon of choice is a scythe.”

“Hey,” You tried to move out of his grip, but his hold was too strong as you struggled beneath him. Both muscular arms locking you in place as he let out a husky laugh, “I could beat your ass any day.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it, you wait.” He snuggled back against his pillow, “I’m no match for you.”

“You talk the big talk, Dynamight.” You laughed when he shot you a glare, “Promising me dinner and instead you took me to bed.”

“Hey, if someone hadn’t jumped me in the kitchen we would’ve been enjoying my food right now.”

“I didn’t jump you.” Your mouth opened in mock offence, gasping at him, “You were the one that started it.”

“I was just trying to make you dinner,” He shook his head, “Anyway, we already know I’m the one that’s gonna be cooking since you can’t cook for shit, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” You furrowed your brows as you poked his side, “I can too.”

“Ramen packets don’t count,” He scrunched his nose, moving a hand to squeeze your hip.

“Pfft, after I beat your ass in Equilibrium, I’m gonna make you the best meal you’ve ever eaten.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, princess.”

“To your right,” Bakugou’s voice cried out from your headset as you squealed in surprise, button smashing as you tried to avoid the mountain troll that was coming towards you, “Fuck-”

“A bit more warning next time, maybe?” You shouted back, your character ducking as the troll swung his bat towards you. Brandishing your scythe as you lunged forward, chancing a swipe at it.

“Oi, I fuckin’ told ya, didn’t I?” He rasped, “What more do you want from me?”

“Maybe some support?” You yelled back.

“I can’t save your ass every fuckin’ time sweetheart.” He took out a potion to refill his own stamina, just as he saw your avatar run straight by him brandishing your scythe, “What the fuck are you doin’?!”

He watched as your avatar jumped directly towards the troll, spinning in a circle as the blade of your scythe flew out. Barely able to move his own avatar back in time before the force of your swing hit its target. Knocking directly into its middle as the beast fell backwards.

The blue ‘VICTORY’ splash screen illuminated as you pumped a fist in the air, dancing in your chair as the game showed your rewards and achievements unlocked.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Bakugou pulled his headphones off as he dumped them onto his desk, swivelling his chair to face you, “I thought you were gonna get us both killed-”

“I just like keeping you on your toes,” You spoke back, keeping your headphones on as you kept your focus on the game.

“Think it’s about time I found a new gaming partner,” He shook his head, “One that doesn’t have a death wish.”

“You’d never replace me,” You smiled, swirling in your chair to face him as he stood, walking towards you.

Your own gaming set-up now takes pride of place inside his apartment, not long after meeting Bakugou had asked you to move in with him. One look around your apartment by the coast he’d already decided the best part about it was the view, and there was no way he was allowing you to stay there a moment longer.

“I dunno, maybe I could find someone that picks a better weapon than a fuckin’ scythe.” He sneered playfully.

“My boyfriends so mean,” You pouted as he pulled your pink kitten headphones down off your ears, letting them sit around your neck as he held the handles of your gaming chair, unable to resist stealing a kiss as he bent down to your level.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, “You love me, don’t lie.”

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at him, “I really do.”

“Tch, I love you too. Shitty woman.”

After moving to Musutafu, Equilibrium had been a great distraction from your less than perfect reality. Helping you to avoid those lonely, isolating moments of life that you despised. Creating your own online world where you could be yourself without the doubts and insecurities that life would often throw at you, giving you a moment to be yourself and find happiness in this virtual world.

It had also helped you find the love of your life, the man who was now the reason you no longer needed the same distractions. Spending more time in the real world with him now instead of world-building online with your avatars. You both still enjoyed the time when you could log into the game together, those moments online together were a welcome distraction from the stresses of life. But you much preferred your new reality— Because now you’d found your happiness in Bakugou Katsuki.

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Mikey x gn!reader

Angst

Part 2

@imshittingforyelena

@tamkislover

(I hope y'all got tagged because I was having some trouble tagging y'all😭)

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You woke up in the middle of your room. For a second you were confused until the memories from yesterday hit you.

Ah, him and Sora got together…

You thought. You went to grab your phone and saw that it was around 2am. 

"Ugh I feel like shit. Sleeping on the floor is not comfortable." You said before getting up from the floor and stretching. You made your way outside your room and decided to check if your mom was back. Slowly making your way to her room you opened the door quietly only to see your mom peacefully sleeping. You closed the door and made your way downstairs quietly.

"Didn't eat anything when I came back, my stomach hurts now." You said to yourself. Opening the fridge to see the food your mother made for you, you decided to take it out and heat it up for you to eat.

Taking a seat you started scrolling through your phone while waiting for your food to heat up.

You saw messages that hina and takemichi sent you. 

*I heard the news:( 

*I hope you're okay y/n, just know that you will find someone better!

You chuckle to yourself. At least you have good friends who care about you.

"Yeah I'll find someone better…" you whispered to yourself. But the thing is..how? You have liked mikey since you guys were 9 so how will you move on so quickly? You sighed before you heard the beep of the microwave making you get up and get your food.

After you finish you wash your plate before going upstairs. You decided to go back to sleep for a few hours since you still had some time.

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"Hey y/n!" Hina yelled while making her way towards you.

"Hi hina." You said while smiling at her.

"So um how do you feel?" She asks quietly. "Oh...um I feel okay." "Don't lie to me y/n! I'm your best friend so I wanna know do you feel okay?" She asks with concern. Honestly you don't feel good at all. I mean you cried yourself to sleep and still feel your heart arching when mikey and sora name are mentioned. 

"No...I don't feel okay." You said. Tears are threatening to fall but you manage to hold it in. Hina could see you in pain so she decided to think of something to make you feel better. Until she got an idea.

"Let's get out of here, I wanna treat you to some lunch! I don't like seeing you sad and in pain so I wanna help you get your mind off of it." She said before grabbing your hand. You looked at her in shock.

"Y-you wanna ditch school? Like now?!" You said. She only looked at you with a smile.

"Yeah! And we only have like 1 hour left until classes are over anyway..so let's go!" She said with excitement before successfully dragging you out of the school building.

"Wait but my motorcycle!" You said, she looked at you and then at your motorcycle before looking at you again.

"You think we're going walking? No hun you're driving us there" she said with a smile on her face. You rolled your eyes playfully before telling her to follow you. You got on first before hina got on behind you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

"Hold on tight." You said before heading off and on to the road. You could hear hina yell in excitement.

"WOAH This is cool!" You heard her say which only made you laugh. 

You guys finally made it to your destination and got off.

"I'll pay for our food since it was my idea." She said,

"Wait hina you don't-" "no I will pay." She said before walking inside the restaurant. You just signed and followed behind.

"You can get whatever you want and don't worry I have enough money on me." She said and then looked at the menu to decide what to get for herself.

"Fine. But next time I'll pay." You said before looking at the menu, you could hear her giggled before a waiter came to take both your orders.

Once the waiter was done taking both your orders and left, Hina began talking.

"So...what do you want to do after this? Wait, we can have a sleep over at Emma's house!" She said with excitement before she realizes who else lives at Emma's.

"O-oh well at my place!" She said with an awkward smile on her face. Which made you laugh.

"Sure." You said.

"Alright then it's settled! I'll text Emma later and also invite takemichi!" You nodded before the waiter came back with both of your guy's orders.

You drop hina off at her apartment before going back to your place to get some things and also tell your mom that you're going over to a friend's house. 

Making your way to your room to get out of your school uniform and put on some comfortable clothes before grabbing a bag to put some stuff you'll need for the sleep over. Once you were done you went downstairs with your stuff and saw your mom watching tv in the living room.

"Oh where are you going?" She ask

"Oh I'm sleeping over at a friend's house." You told her with a small smile. She nodded before telling you to be careful and stay safe.

It only took you 8 minutes to get to Hinata's apartment since it wasn't too far from your house.

"Ah! Y/n your here!" Emma said when she opened the door for you. She quickly grabbed your hand and took you to hina room.

"Y/n here!" She said while slamming the door open. "Great! Now we can start the movie!" Hina said.

"What are we watching?" Takemichi curiously asked.

"We're watching a horror movie! One of y/n favorites." She said while getting everything ready. You could see both Emma's and Takemichi's faces go pale.

"O-oh..that's nice" he said nervously. Which made you chuckle and you decided to tease him.

"What? Don't tell me you're scared michi." You said in a teasing tone.

"Me scared? No!" He said but you can literally see him shaking a bit. After hina was done setting everything up you all sat on her bed and began watching the movie.

The whole night was filled with Emma and Takemichi screams and laughter from both you and hina.

This totally helped me take my mind off mikey.

You were scrolling through your phone before you got a notification. You saw that it was smiley.

*hey y/n! My brother and I want to hang out so come meet us at our usual hideout*

The text read. You decided to go since you were getting a little bored. You got up and put on your shoes before quietly making your way downstairs hoping your mom doesn't wake up. Successfully getting downstairs without the stairs creaking you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You walked towards the door and quickly but quietly opened the door before stepping foot outside and locking it. You have a spare key so you don't have to worry about getting back in when you're back. You looked at your phone and saw that it was 1am. 

"Why the hell are the twins up at this hour?" You asked yourself before walking to where they said they would be. 

It was only a 20 minute walk but you didn't mind. It was honestly peaceful just taking in the beautiful night sky and stars. Finally arriving you saw the twins sitting down on some boxes. Souya noticed you walking towards them before telling Nahoya that you were here. 

"Oh y/n!" Nahoya said with his usual big smile on his face. You smiled and waved back.

"The hell are you two doing up at this hour." You said before taking a seat next to nahoya.

"Eh we weren't tired so me and souya decided to go out!" He said cheerfully which caused his brother to scoff.

"More like you weren't tired and decided to drag me out here." Souya said. This made you giggle before they both turned to look at you.

"You too, what are you doing up this late?" 

"Eh, I wasn't that tired either." 

You three just spend the rest of the night talking and joking around mostly nahoya teasing his brother.

You and the twins were friends but after that night it made you three closer then before. 

5 months have passed and Mikey and Sora are still together. You moved on with the help of hina, takemichi and Emma and you and the twins started hanging out more and getting closer.

During these 5 months you could feel yourself starting to gain some feelings for an orange head male. Your heart would flutter when he would grab your hand to run away when you both would end up in some trouble with another gang. Or when that one time he said he liked your outfit you wore when you and your other friends hung out. Heck even when his name is mentioned! 

"/n y/n!" Someone yelled which made you snap out of your thoughts.

"Oh sorry." you told emma. 

"Something on your mind?" Hina ask. You thought about the orange head male which made you go red.

"Ohhh someone has a crush." Emma said in a teasing tone. That made you look away and out the window.

"No I don't." You said while looking at the people walking the streets. Emma and hina both looked at each other smirking before turning to look at you.

"Spill." The only thing Emma said before you sigh knowing that you can't escape this one.

"Woah! Nahoya?! How cute!" They both said which made you look away from them both.

"Please don't tell anyone." You said while looking at them both. They nodded their heads while pretending to zip their mouths shut and throw the imagery key away which caused you to laugh.

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"Hey Sora I bought some-" entering his girlfriend's room only to see the horrible sight of her on another man's lap. Mikey felt his heart drop.

Sora and the mysterious male both quickly got up from their position they were just in a couple of seconds ago.

"I thought you said you were single?!" The boy yelled in a panic thinking he just now ruined a relationship. 

"I- well.." she was completely in a panic. Hurrying up to quickly button up her shirt she ran to Mikey who was just staring at them with a blank face.

"Mikey...um look-" before she could say anything else he left her room and left the house. 

He was walking for some time. Just thoughts go all over his head. He looked around and recognized the street that he was in.

Y/n neighborhood is close by

He thought to himself, he continued walking before your house came into view.

He knocked on your door and waited until someone would answer. He was about to knock again before the door opened.

"Oh mikey? What are you doing here?" You ask confused.

"Can I stay here for a bit? I have some taiyaki." He said while raising the bad from his hands. You nodded still confused but didn't mind.

"I'm sorry to hear that mikey." You said after he told you why he was here. It was horrible that she did that and also lied that she was single!

"It's fine." He said while taking a bite of his taiyaki. "Is your mom home?" "No, she had to run some errands." You said while eating. He only hums and continues eating. 

"I've seen that you and the twins are close..especially you and nahoya." He said while looking at you. "Oh yeah we've been hanging out more you could say." You both started chatting for a bit and mikey then later left.

"That meeting was long." You said to the twins while walking down the stairs.

 

"It kinda made me hungry." Smiley said to you both. He dragged you and Souya with him to get some food and you only agreed when you told him to pay for his own food and to promise not to run off like last time and make you and Souya pay for his food.

"You almost ran off again and if it wasn't for y/n we would have had to pay for you." Souya said to his brother.

"And the amount of food you order would make my wallet cry."

"Stop being dramatic, it wasn't that much." He said before you and his brother looked at him like he was crazy.

They both drop you off at your house. But before going nahoya said he had to tell you something.

"What is it?" You ask confused. 

"I like you." He said. You were in shock. Heart beating very fast and palms already sweating. All thought it didn't look like it you could see nahoya getting a little nervous when you didn't respond.

"It's not funny joking like that nahoya." You told him. "I'm not joking though." He said, and you stared at him for a little before you realized that he wasn't joking. 

"You actually do?" You asked again. He nodded and grabbed your hand.

"I like you..I really do and I hope you do too." He said while staring at you. You pulled him in a tight hug before saying.

"I like you too nahoya!"

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"Wait wait! So you and nahoya are together now?!" Takemichi said while staring at you to see if you were joking or not.

"Yep! He asked me out last night." 

"Oh how cute!" Emma screamed

"I'm so happy for you y/n!" Hina said before pulling you into a hug.

While you four were talking you heard someone yelling your names from a distance. You all turn around to see Mikey and draken. 

"Well you guys look extra cheerful, what happened?" Draken asked.

"Of course we will! Y/n has a boyfriend now!" Emma screamed which caused you to go red in embarrassment.

"Boyfriend?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah!"

"Who is the boyfriend?" Draken asked you.

"It's nahoya." You told him and avoided making eye contact with anyone. He laughed while also patting your back and saying congratulations. While everyone else was asking questions and other stuff about you and nahoya, mikey was quiet.

Boyfriend?

Y/n and nahoya?

Was all he was thinking. He didn't know why but his heart felt broken for some reason. His heart aches knowing you're in a relationship now. With someone who isn't him. 

Why do I feel like this?

He asked himself

[frenchpuppycormier]

fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 💞

"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."

—

Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.

Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.

The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.

Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.

Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.

As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.

"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"

"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.

Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.

Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"

"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."

"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."

Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. “I still don’t understand how you can eat that stuff.”

“Who knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.”

“More like your eyes,” Kara mumbles.

“What was that?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “N-nothing,” she rubs the back of her neck. “Um, so….do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.”

“I’d love nothing more,” Lena replies, smiling brightly.

—

“Oooh, look! A food truck!” Kara points.

Lena laughs at her zeal. “Let’s see what they have.”

Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena’s stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn’t notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.

Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena’s heart, but Kara doesn’t say anything.

Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, “What do you want?”

“Um,” Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, “I’ll have the Avo Smash, please.” She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."

Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.

When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.

“What’s that?” Kara asks.

“Oh, it’s a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,” Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, “What’d you get?”

"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.

"Sweet food for a sweet girl."

Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.

When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.

"Hi, there," she smiles at him.

"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."

"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."

Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"

"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."

"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.

When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.

"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.

"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.

"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.

Kara completely stops breathing.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.

Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."

"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.

They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.

—

"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.

Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"

"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."

"Well? How was it?"

"Y'know, I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fucking delicious."

"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."

"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.

Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"

"Don't ask."

"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."

"I aim to confuse," she jokes.

Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.

—

“Oh Rao, you didn’t,” Kara gasps.

Lena turns around and frowns at her. “What?” Kara gestures to Lena’s bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she’s talking about. “In my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I’m drunk; I buy things I don’t need.”

“Hmmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,” Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what happened,” Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.

“I think so,” Kara steps closer and smiles.

“Oh, really?” Lena raises her eyebrows.

“Yep,” she ends with an extra pop of the ‘p’ and boops her on the nose.

Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.

“You two are such a lovely couple,” the vendor gushes.

Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they’re standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she’s smiled her whole life.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you,” Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, “I’ll take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.”

“Coming right up,” the woman replies.

Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.

“Thank you two, have a wonderful day.”

“Of course, you too!” Kara places her hand on the small of Lena’s back and guides her forward.

As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, “I can’t believe you bought that bag. You’re such a giant dork.”

Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara’s hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena’s eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"

"I thought—”

"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I—”

Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."

"Really?"

Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.

"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.

Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No—I am in love with you."

Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.

Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.

Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.

"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: this may be my favorite chapter yet. i originally was going to delay this chapter a day but the wonderful comments gave me motivation to write. i beg of you to play the song when i write it starts playing...enjoy!

Masterlist

Chapter 12

“Yes, yes, yes!” Spencer excitedly left the hospital, immediately calling you.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you answered, having not checked the caller ID first.

“Guess what?” Spencer smiled.

“Hi Spence. What?” your tone instantly became lighter across the phone.

“The doctor cleared me. I don’t need crutches anymore!” Spencer exclaimed.

“Oh my god, that’s great! I know how much you hated them,” you responded.

“Yes, I did not like not being able to help you with Jo as much. But do you know what this also means…” he prompted.

“What?” you asked.

“I will actually be able to walk around and

take you on a real date ,” he beamed.

“Looking forward to it,” you grinned.

“How about tonight?” he asked excitedly.

“What about Jo?”

“JJ’s,” he replied quickly.

Clearly, he had already thought this through completely.

“Okay. I’d ask you what time you’re picking me up but we are both living in the same place right now so I’ll see you at home,” you giggled.

“See you at home,” he repeated with a massive smile plastered on his face.

-

“Mommy, why can’t I come?” Jo pouted, clinging on to your neck as you brought her out to the car.

“Me and Daddy are going to do BORING adult things,” you pretended to snore, “You don’t want to come, Baby J. You get to go have a fun playdate with Henry. I’m so jealous.”

You buckled her in and closed the car door, feeling arms wrap around your waist.

“Boring?” Spencer asked, feigning hurt.

“So boring,” you teased, giving him a kiss.

“You look beautiful by the way,” Spencer earnestly looked into your eyes.

You opened your mouth to respond but there was a faint knock on the car window.

“The princess is getting impatient,” he chuckled, climbing into the driver’s seat.

-

“Hi!” JJ greeted the three of you at the door as you set Jo down who immediately ran inside in search of her best friend.

“Thank you for watching her,” you said.

“Oh, of course. Don’t worry about it! Now, go! Don’t waste any more of your night off talking to me,” she ushered you away.

“Bye! I’ll text you when we’re on our way back to get her,” Spencer waved.

Spencer then grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you back towards the car as your head fell back in delightful laughter.

-

“You know it’s funny,” JJ said to Will as they were watching you two out the window, “Before I even knew that they had a history together, I was considering setting them up together.”

“What made you think that?” Will questioned, “I mean they’re both very nice people but I wouldn’t have thought about that.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like there could be something between them...turns out there already was,” she smiled.

-

Spencer pulled the car up to a beautiful patio dining area overlooking a lake. It was dusk and the sun was setting so stringed lights were hung up all around the tables.

“Spence, I heard it takes like a year to get a reservation here,” you looked at him incredulously.

“I have my ways,” he kissed your hand, “Come on.”

You walked up to the hostess with your hands interlocked.

“Dr. Spencer Reid for two,” he politely said to her.

“Right this way,” she guided you to your table with menus in her hand.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, pulled out your chair for you. You thanked the hostess but your eyes never left Spencer.

Once Spencer was seated, a silence fell over the two of you.

“This is kind of an awkward first date because we already know everything about each other,” you admitted.

“Yes, we are doing things a little backwards but at least I know I already love every single thing about you,” Spencer smiled.

You blushed, “Ditto.”

“Hey there,” the waitress approached your table, “What can I get started for you both?”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine please,” you said.

“I’ll just have water, thanks. Also, can we get spring rolls as an appetizer,” Spencer asked.

“Sure thing, I’ll be right back with those,” she wrote your order down in her notepad and left the table.

“Why am I surprised you remembered my affinity for spring rolls?” you laughed.

“I know it’s technically impossible for me to forget anything but even if I didn’t have an eidetic memory, I still wouldn’t forget a single thing about you,” he spoke.

You felt your cheeks heat up yet again.

“You have always had a way with words, Dr. Reid,” you took a sip from the wine glass that the waitress placed in front of you to hide your bashful grin.

-

You were headed back to JJ’s after a wonderful dinner. You were on a backroad and it was starting to drizzle. The radio was playing softly as you played with Spencer’s fingers in your hand.

Signed, Signed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder began to play through the radio. Spencer excitedly turned to look at you.

“This is our song, remember?” he beamed.

“Yeah, I remember,” you giggled.

Before you know what was happening, Spencer had pulled the car over and turned the radio up loudly.

He let go of your hand and exited the car.

“Spence, it’s raining!” you laughed.

“Good thing we have a dryer at home. Come on!” he walked around to your side, opening your car door and offering his hand.

You accepted and he pulled you out of the car, twirling you around. You danced around hand in hand, splashing in puddles without a care in the world.

You and Spencer were both singing at the top of your lungs, occasionally breaking from the lyrics to let out a joyous laugh. As the song faded out, he dipped you down, smiling widely. You slicked his wet hair back as he pulled you in for a kiss.

You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted but you finally pulled apart when there was a loud honk in front of you. A car was stopped in the road, waiting for you to finish your makeout session in the middle of the street.

“Sorry!” Spencer called out to the driver as you both giddily ran back to your car.

You kissed him once more once you were back inside the safety of the car.

-

You were grinning like fools when Will opened the door.

“Do I want to know?” Will chuckled, gesturing at your soaked clothes.

“I think it’s better if we keep it to ourselves,” you smiled.

JJ came around the corner with a sleepy Jo in her arms.

“Well it looks like you two had fun,” she said as she handed Jo to Spencer.

“Thank you again. If you guys ever want to go out, we can watch Henry,” you offered.

“It’s really not a problem but we may take you up on that some time. Have a good night, guys,” JJ smiled.

“Daddy, why are you wet?” Jo asked curiously.

“Mommy and Daddy had to walk in the rain back to their car after the long meeting,” Spencer pretended to sound unamused as to not let the child know about your fun night without her.

“Me and Henry had mac and cheese for dinner and then we played dinosaurs and then we watched Finding Nemo,” Jo informed you both on the drive home.

“Well it sounds like you had an exciting night,” you smiled.

Once you got home, Spencer offered to tuck Jo into bed while you changed out of your damp clothes.

You peeked into the room just as Spencer was giving her a kiss on the forehead and getting up from the bed.

“I should go,” Spencer spoke softly.

“Or...you could stay,” you offered quietly.

Spencer smiled, “The latter sounds much better.”

“Now go change into sweats from my closet before you catch a cold,” you ushered him into your room.

You went downstairs to give Spencer some privacy, turning the kettle on to heat up and taking out two mugs.

You slowly made your way back upstairs with two warm mugs of chamomile tea. You tapped slightly at the door before entering.

“Thank you,” Spencer accepted the mug into his hands, giving you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to put our clothes in the dryer and then I’ll be right back,” he said, taking a sip of the tea before setting it down on the nightstand.

Spencer returned a few minutes later, getting in under the comforters and wrapping one arm around you. You both sipped your tea in a comfortable silence as the rain continued to pour down outside.

“Chamomile tea’s health benefits include protecting against diarrhea, nausea, stomach ulcers, and gas,” Spencer stated.

“Ever the romantic, Dr. Reid,” you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

[works-of-fanfiction]

“He’s the Best.” - 90s!Graham Coxon x Reader

Summary: Graham struggles with his self-esteem within the band and the reader tries to cheer him up.

Requested by: Anon. I hope you like this <3

Warnings: Swearing (literally once).

Word Count: 3.3k - a bit of a longer oneshot from me! I didn’t mean for it to be this long.

A/N: I’ve been writing this and putting it off for days because I just don’t know if I like it, but I don’t want to restart it. Argh… I hope someone enjoys this cheese fest.

* Gif credits to the linked creator

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No one in this life is born ‘better’ than anybody else. It’s not a competition or a game of comparison. Every single human on this planet has their own unique qualities that make them interesting and most importantly, worthy. However, humans sadly aren’t wired to see those qualities in themselves. They spend the majority of their lives obsessing over others; wondering if they’re as talented as the next man, or if they’ll ever look as good as whatshername. Sometimes, it gets to a point where even the deepest of friendships can become strained due to one or more parties comparing themselves to another’s achievements.

And seeing Graham go through exactly that, has been killing me. There was a time when everything Graham and Damon did together, was truly that - together. Every single melody, riff, lyric - it was theirs. Neither one did more work than the other, neither was more musically talented. They were both kids crammed inside a Portakabin with their very first instruments, strumming and plucking and making probably rather bothersome noise. They had no idea what was to become of their lunchtime jam sessions and after school practices. Both were just excited to have a friend that liked the same things as them, and enjoyed the noise the other was making.

But Graham has since become a shadow of who he once was around Damon - he’s become Damon’s shadow. Or so he thinks.

Being in a band with a boisterous frontman like Damon was bound to become hard work for the other members at one point or another, but I never thought it would affect Graham like this. It’s getting harder to communicate with him, and I know it’s not his fault but I’m running out of things to say to fill the silences. There’s only so many times I can ask if he wants a cup of tea, or tell him about the encounter I had at the bus stop earlier that day. I’m sick of hearing my own voice, so I can’t imagine how he must feel. The silence seems to be the only thing he wants; he doesn’t write anymore, he hardly plays guitar outside of work commitments, and he hasn’t picked up his sketchbook in weeks. He just seems to stare at the TV or sit on the sofa with his head buried in a book that’s stuck on the first chapter. I watched him the other day and in forty-five minutes, he turned the page once. I bet if I asked him about the story he wouldn’t be able to recall a single character’s name, never mind the plot.

Watching him struggle with his self-esteem is crushing, and I don’t want him to live another second feeling the way he does. I know it may take a while for him to find himself again, but if I can do anything to help move things along, it’s worth a try. I’d drop everything for Graham in a heartbeat.

“I dropped those music stands off today. Did you get them?” Dave asks, his voice a little crackly on the other end of the phone.

“I did, thank you!” I chime, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I assemble the very same stands.

“Oh, good. I was a little worried about leaving them outside. I thought somebody would take them… What do you need them for anyway?”

“That’s something for me to know and you to find out, Dave.” I laugh, tightening one last knob on the second stand and straightening it out. I stand back and admire my handy work, smiling at the prospect of what they are to become.

“Alright, alright. Well, I hope they come in handy! I’ll see you later.”

“Thanks again. See you next week!”

We both hang up and I grab the stands, climbing up the stairs and into the spare room, placing them in their desired places. Grabbing two pieces of sheet music, I slot them onto the stands neatly and adjust them until they’re perfect. With one last thing to check, I turn on the projector I borrowed from an old university friend and let the film play out on the blank wall opposite. I mess with the sound a little, making sure it’s loud enough before rewinding the footage to the beginning and turning it off until later.

Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around and admire everything on the walls. Everything from lyrics to old album art concepts, to still life paintings from Graham’s time at Goldsmith’s. Beside the music stands, there’s crates filled with records, decorated with lyrics scribbled onto scraps of paper, some in Graham’s handwriting and others in mine. I of course, couldn’t resist writing them out in various colours and covering them in star-shaped stickers. The finishing touch is a large beanbag against the wall for us to sit and watch the projector from. I fluff up the beanbag for the thousandth time before heading downstairs to wait for Graham to get back.

It takes around two hours for Graham to arrive home. As soon as I hear his taxi pull up outside, I jump up from the sofa and head into the kitchen to flick the kettle on. Nerves bubble through me as I anticipate his entry. It’s impossible to predict how Graham’s going to be feeling on any given day. He could come through the door and speak to me as normal, or he could disappear into his studio until he’s tired enough to head to bed. Through the rumbling of the kettle I listen out for the door, fingers impatiently tapping on the counter as my gaze fixates on a magpie outside, shakily balancing on the washing line. A second joins it and I smile, muscle memory taking over as I pour the boiled water into two cups, not taking my eyes off of the birds.

“Hi.” Graham’s voice peeps behind me. Putting the kettle down, I turn around with a warm smile on my face. Despite everything Graham has been going through, seeing him come through that door every day is still my favourite sight. Having him come home to me will simply never get old. I don’t know what I’ll do when he has to go out on tour again in a few months.

“Hey.” I breathe, the sides of my face already beginning to feel sore from the ridiculous grin stuck on it. He smiles back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes but I know he means well. He’s trying. “You go and sit down. I’ll bring these in.” I gesture to the brewing teas on the counter and he nods, hanging his bag on the nearest kitchen chair and leaving the room without another word. I finish the drinks as quickly as possible, grabbing the stack of takeaway menus from the junk drawer and bringing them with me, the pieces of paper clamped between my teeth as I concentrate on carrying the two steaming hot cups in my hands.

Setting the cups down on the coffee table, I toss the menus onto the sofa next to where Graham is very aggressively, trying to pull his Docs off. “Need a little help?” I ask, laughing as I kneel down and bat his hands out of the way. “It would help if you untied them.”

“It’s easier to leave them tied.”

“Oh, really?” I scoff, gesturing to his feet still stuck in the cherry red boots. The laces are a complete mess with three bulky knots in them. I sit down cross-legged on the carpet, carefully plucking and unravelling each knot whilst Graham buries his head in the takeaway menus. “How do you even - “ I struggle, pulling at the frayed shoelace whilst trying not to damage it further, “- get these things on?” With one last tug, the first lace loosens and I’m able to slide the boot off with ease. Graham’s face pops out from behind the menu, a side-smile plastered onto his lips and a cheeky glint in his eyes. I know he wants to laugh.

“Shall we get Indian tonight?” He changes the subject, flipping over the tatty piece of bright orange paper as he squints at the options. He always orders the same thing, yet still insists on reading the whole menu front to back. He does it for every restaurant.

“Indian sounds good.” I nod, pulling the second boot off and shoving them to the side. “I’ll call them now.” Jumping up to grab the phone, I type the number in from memory and hold it up to my ear.

“What’s the rush?” Graham mouths and I hush him when somebody answers. I order the usual along with some extras and give them our address, despite them not even really needing it anymore. The phone call is no longer than a minute and Graham sits staring at me, nose scrunched in confusion. “Are you going to tell me what’s going - “

“Follow me.” I blurt out, stretching my arm towards him and rising onto my tiptoes out of excitement. He stands slowly, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the sofa. “I was going to wait until we’d had our food, but I have to show you now.”

“Show me what?” He asks as I grab his wrist and drag him up the stairs. We squeeze up the narrow staircase, almost tripping each other over a couple times until we stop on the landing, feet overlapping one another’s on the small square of carpet.

“I know you haven’t really been yourself lately.” I start, my fingers slipping from Graham’s wrist to entwine with his. He looks down, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes watch our hands as I lightly stroke the back of his thumb in an attempt to relax him. He has a habit of tensing up whenever I broach the subject. “So I wanted to remind you just how great you are.”

I watch his face intently, the corners of his mouth twitching and trying to smile. With my free hand, I open the door and flick the light on, pulling Graham into the room with me. His hand slips from my grasp and I back up to stand against the wall, watching as he takes in the room around him and everything in it.

He walks to the music stands first, fingers tracing the notes on the pages, flipping them over then back again. He walks towards the canvas on the back wall - a woodland painting he’d won a prize for back in college - running his hand over the textured patch of paint that forms the trees. I nervously bite the back of my thumb as he kneels down to sift through the records in the large black case below, flicking through every Blur album and single released to this day. My favourite lyrics are scattered on sheets of paper all over the ground, and he picks up the second verse from Coffee & TV. “You’ve always loved this one.” He says, turning to me and smiling.

“I happen to really like the guy who sings it.”

“He must be pretty good then.”

“Oh, he’s the best.” Resting my foot against the wall, I kick my body forward and stand straight, joining Graham beside the projector.

“What’s this for?” He asks, hands hovering near the buttons but not daring to touch anything. I take his hands in mine and give them a loving squeeze.

“Sit down and I’ll show you.” I chirp and he sinks down onto the beanbag. I mess with the projector until the sound starts to creep in, stretching over to switch off the light. Graham shuffles to the side to make some room for me on the beanbag and I flop down beside him, nestling into his side.

The image from the projector is surprisingly clear against the wall, although could’ve been improved had I borrowed a screen from somewhere. A variety of different clips play out in front of us, ranging from Graham performing onstage to snippets of his band members talking and praising their guitarist. I try my hardest to focus on the film in front of me, but I can’t help glancing over at Graham to see his reactions. His brows are furrowed, but not necessarily in a bad way - he’s focused, fully concentrating on everything he’s seeing and hearing.

I fidget with my hands, twiddling my thumbs and quietly cracking my knuckles. Graham notices this and grabs my left hand, squeezing it tightly and bringing it over to rest in his lap. Laying my head on his shoulder, I press a kiss onto his sleeve, rubbing my head against him and breathing in his familiar scent. He lays his head on top of mine, but never looks away from the video playing on the wall. Absentmindedly, his fingertips dance on the back of my hand, the drumming following the beat of Song 2 as it plays from the projector. I too can’t help bopping along to the beat, my foot tapping softly on the carpet.

The video closes with one final clip, a message I recorded for Graham. Too embarrassed to watch myself, my focus stays on him as I squeeze his hand a little tighter and snuggle up as close as possible. The picture begins to fade and the sound plays out until there’s no footage left, and the whirring of the projector becomes background noise in the room. Graham doesn’t say anything at first, but as I try to stand to turn the projector off, he pulls me back down onto the beanbag and rotates his body to face mine.

“Hey.” I whisper, my right hand supporting his cheek as he leans into me, his eyes closed and lips pressed into a line. Our bodies slot into one another’s on the beanbag, the very little space between us growing warmer by the second.

Graham releases a deep breath, his eyes slowly opening again with a small smile spreading across his face. It’s hard to see him properly in the dimly lit room, but I could never mistake those big brown eyes staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” He says, his voice low as he leans in close to speak like we’re the only two people who matter inside a crowded room.

“I wanted to show you how incredible you are. You’ve been so hard on yourself and I just - “ As I speak, tears start to well up in my eyes and I look up to the ceiling to try and stop them from falling. I’d already told myself earlier that I wouldn’t cry, because I don’t want Graham to think he’s upset me. I press at my eyes lightly with my fingertips in an attempt to push the tears away. “I can’t stand seeing you this way because you don’t deserve to feel like this. If it wasn’t for you, Blur wouldn’t exist! Everything you’ve all achieved wouldn’t have happened.” My voice begins to shake and I feel Graham’s hand on my arm, rubbing it gently to try and calm me down.

“Y/N.” He starts, before reaching up to turn on the light. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust, before my gaze falls to the ground to avoid his. If I look at him properly, I know I’ll start bawling. “Look at me. Please.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I’ll cry, and then you’ll get upset and I don’t want to make you feel any worse than wha - “

“You won’t upset me. Y/N, I’m sorry I’ve - “

“No, Graham. Don’t apologise.” I grip onto his shirt tightly, my fingers tangling in the fabric. Graham bows his head and nudges it against mine, edging closer until he pushes my head up with his and our noses are almost touching. We both open our eyes, our faces too close that my vision is distorted and I’m seeing double. I pull back, sniffling once and dabbing at my eyes again, still not allowing any tears to actually emerge.

“I’m sorry,“ he starts and I sigh at his words, but he hushes me by holding his finger up to my face, “for putting you through this. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t realise how it was making you feel.”

“Graham, this isn’t about me.”

“But it affects you. Bloody hell, if I had to live with this miserable twat - “ he points to himself and I scoff, slapping the back of his hand playfully. “ - I’d have given up by now.”

“I would never give up on you.” My voice is barely above a whisper, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. Graham goes silent again, staring down at our joined hands and moving his thumbs around. I nudge his head with mine in the same way he did previously and he sniffles, his chest rising and immediately falling again. “Graham?” I bring my hand to his chin and push his face up to find his eyes watery, and cheeks significantly more red compared to a moment ago.

“God, look at me. What the hell are you still doing with me, ay? I’m a bleeding mess.” He sniffs, roughly wiping tears off of his cheeks with the backs of his hands.

“Because I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.”

“Not even - “

“Ah! Stop right there. There’ll be no more of that.” I take his hands away from his face, holding onto them loosely. “Graham Coxon, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. And I’ll give you a free pass to slap me silly for being so cheesy.” I laugh, his grip on my hands tightening as he awkwardly slides closer on the beanbag, his body sinking into it at a strange angle and pulling me with him. “I love you.”

Within a second, Graham’s hands are on both sides of my face, pulling me in for a kiss; the kind of kiss that feels like the person is pouring their entire heart out to you. Like the kiss between the main characters of a movie, when they’ve just ran across a field or a busy road to collide with another at the centre. His lips messily press against mine and I can feel the stray tears running down his face as they dampen my cheeks. My hands rest on his legs, holding on firmly as his thumbs dig into my face a little. It doesn’t hurt, but he soon pulls away and swipes at my face softly as if to apologise for it. He uses his sleeve to dry my face and I do the same for him, small gasps of laughter exchanging between us.

“Thank you for doing this. If you can’t tell, I really love it.” He says sincerely with a genuine smile, the biggest smile I’ve seen from him in weeks. The expression is infectious and I can’t help mimicking him as I grin back like the Cheshire Cat. The faint sound of knocking from downstairs pulls us out of our romance film-esque daydream and we both clamber to our feet.

As we approach the stairs, Graham stops and spins me around, pulling me into him. I land against his chest with a huff, before adjusting my hair and looking up at him. “After we eat, can you show me the film again?” He asks, his hand meeting mine to help me fix the loose hairs falling in my eyes.

“We can watch it as many times as you like.”

[malachaiparkerimagines]

do-over

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, sad kai :(, sappy sex

summary: seeing your old partner in crime in a diner was enough for both of you to yearn for each other once again.

The diner that Bonnie had chosen for dinner was quaint, a little way outside of town but the journey there had been a familiar one. Bonnie spent the drive over talking about a new grimoire she’d acquired, you'd been listening a majority of the time but as you pulled into the diner, your attention shifted.

Damon’s car was one you would recognise anywhere but for a second you failed to register that his car was parked just outside the diner you were about to enter. It shouldn’t have mattered but curiosity got the better of you and you couldn’t help but wonder.

“What’s Damon doing here?” you mumbled cutting off Bonnie’s rambling. She quickly spotted Damon’s car but didn't share the same concern, simply shrugging her shoulders and getting out of the parked car, immediately heading for the entrance.

The warm smell of waffles and bacon wafted out of the glass door Bonnie had held open for you and the soft murmur of conversations filtered into your ears.  

Any previous worries you had about Damon invading yours and Bonnie’s free time dissipated the moment you felt a low rumble emanate from your stomach. A waitress, a teenage girl with a warm smile, promptly seated you both at a table just by the window and handed you menus with a smile before briskly walking off to serve another table.

“I’m starving” you breathed as you looked over the choices on the tattered menu, your eyes flicking over a few that you knew you would enjoy. “What are you getting?”

Bonnie seemed too preoccupied staring at the stools at the front of the diner to acknowledge you, repeating the question seemed to catch her attention but now you were far too interested to find out what she’d been looking at.

“I-, um,” she stumbled, fumbling with the menu as she tried to gain your attention back but it was long gone, too focused on the two men sitting on the stools in the direction Bonnie had been staring at a few moments before.  

Damon was expected, you’d seen his car parked out front so you weren’t surprised to see him occupying one of the worn stools. However, you hadn’t expected to see Kai sitting adjacent to him.

To say you and Kai had history would be an understatement, you were practically joined at the hip for a time. The warmth and endearment he expressed in your presence was enough for the rest of the group to finally accept him; not as a friend just yet, but not as an enemy.  

That was a while ago though since then he'd drifted from you to the point where any acknowledgement of your existence was unheard of from him. You wanted to be angry with him, you had every right to hate him for the way he made you feel when he brushed you off but it broke your heart far more than it infuriated you.  

The diner was busy enough that he hadn’t spotted you yet but you knew it was just a matter of time, a simple glance behind him or Bonnie speaking a decibel too high would alert him to your presence.  

“Can we go?” you whispered, feeling your heart sinking more than you could physically handle. Bonnie’s eyes met yours and you could practically feel the pity radiating from her stare.

“No,” she stated, holding her head high but the look of sympathy was still painted on her face. “You can’t run from him forever, he’s not worth the trouble.”

She was right, of course, she was right, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. So, with a deep sigh and a shaky breath you picked up your menu and decided what to eat. With a proud smile, Bonnie imitated your actions and started to list off what she wanted to eat.

After a while you almost forgot that Kai was in the same room as you, you'd been so engaged in conversation and your food. What you'd failed to notice as a result was that Kai and Damon had finally realised that you were there.  

A slightly louder than usual laugh from you alerted Kai of your whereabouts, your laugh was so familiar to him and yet he almost forgot what it sounded like. As if it was second nature, his heart yearned to go and talk to you, ask you how you'd been but a hand on his shoulder grounded him into his seat.  

For a moment he thought Damon had returned him to his senses until his eyes shifted to the dainty hand that had slinked down and taken a hold of his bicep before they finally moved to the face of the woman who was smiling at him. Damon moved to focus on the milkshake in front of him, a smirk growing on his face.

“Can I help you?” Kai questioned, taken aback by the proximity of the woman who he didn't recognise. She was pretty, no question about it, she had light eyes and short blonde hair but Kai couldn't care less, his hearing focused on you and the mindless conversation you were having.  

The conversation between you and Bonnie had slowed, words were just mumbled between the mouthfuls of food. Somehow, your gaze returned to Kai and Damon, the sight instantly put a damper on your mood.  

You hadn't expected to see someone brazenly flirting with Kai, her hand was wrapped around his upper bicep and she was ever so slightly leaning into him. It wasn't her actions that had tears brimming your eyes but rather his, the lack of effort to move away was what hurt most.

Bonnie’s gaze had moved to the direction that had caught your eye and almost immediately she was waving over a nearby waitress.  

“Hi, could we maybe get some takeaway boxes and the bill?” she asked a grateful smile on her face when the waitress nodded and headed behind the register. “Are you okay?”

Tearing your gaze from the scene took a moment, you simply nodded and took a deep breath.  

“He can do whatever he wants, I don't care,” you said in an attempt to not only convince Bonnie but also yourself. You were never even dating but the way your heartstrings snapped at the sight made you reconsider just how much the whole affair had affected you.

It took about 5 minutes for both of you to pay, box your food up, and leave. The drive home was significantly quieter than the drive there had been and you cursed both yourself, and Kai, for letting him ruin your time out with a friend.

Honestly, you wanted to curl up in bed and forget that he even existed, the idea of asking one of your friends to compel you to forget the memory crossing your mind at one point.  

You dropped Bonnie off with as much reassurance as you could that you would be fine, desperately convincing her that it was nothing and the whole ordeal just caught you off guard. After a while, she seemed convinced and with a warm hug and a promise that she was there if you needed her, she left you alone.  

The soft music that played on the radio meant that you almost missed the notification that appeared on your phone. You had just parked up when you checked your phone, your heart skipping a beat when you read over the short message.

kai: are you busy?

Almost every fibre of your being wanted to ignore the message, block his number and move on with your life. But despite any intelligent thought telling you it was a bad idea, you typed out a simple no and sent it before putting your phone down.

Barely a few seconds passed before your phone lit up with another notification, you took a deep breath before picking it up again and reading the message.

kai: can you come over?

Any sensical thought you had left evaporated when you read the message, your body buzzing with dread and excitement at him wanting to talk to you. As if you had no control over your body, you said yes and started the car up again to make the almost habitual drive to his apartment.  

The drive there was quicker than you remembered, it might have been due to your racing thoughts that meant you were barely paying attention to the drive, the action almost unconscious.  

It seemed as though you were dreaming the whole time until you stood in front of his door. The reality of what you were doing came crashing down onto you and you almost decided to just turn around and go home, the door swinging open in front of you stopped you from doing that.  

“Hi,” you breathed out, your heart about to spring from your chest at the speed it was beating.  

“Hey, come in,” he said as he moved out of the way of the door, the familiar apartment coming into view.

It was exactly as you remembered, his apartment was dark and moody just as Kai intended it to be and you couldn’t help but let your heart warm at the smell of old books that Kai’s apartment always seemed to smell like.  

You turned to face him awaiting whatever reason he has asked you to come over after months of radio silence. The stoic look you presented did not at all mirror the turmoil you felt inside, you'd missed him immensely but prayed he didn’t know it.

“I saw you today, at that diner. I heard you leave and I can guess why you left but uh-” he stumbled over his words; he was never nervous which is why this side of him was such a shock to you. “I’ve missed you.”

The words made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your stomach fill with every type of butterfly. Meeting his eyes made any semblance of the strong facade you had presented crumble and you couldn't help the ways your eyes softened.

“Why?” you asked, your hands curling and uncurling into fists at your side, a presentation of your nerves.

“Why did I miss you? Why wou-” he started before you cut him off.

“No, why did you start acting like I didn’t exist?” you asked, the tremble in your voice evident but you didn't let yourself slip up.  

“I was scared,” he stated, his eyes falling to the ground as your eyebrows scrunched and your head tilted ever so slightly. “I’ve never felt like that about anyone in my entire life. I got scared and so I decided it’d be best if I left you alone.”

To any sane person, his logic made no sense, if you felt like you were falling for someone or anything remotely close then you would do anything in your power to keep them around. To Kai, it made perfect sense. He was so scared of hurting you or inevitably not meeting your expectations that he failed to realise that leaving you with no explanation would only hurt you more.  

“I thought you hated me,” you mumbled, the words bringing some kind of relief to your mind. Almost instantly, Kai’s head shot up to look at you and began to rapidly shake his head, muttering ‘no’ under his breath whilst taking quick steps towards you.  

His warm hands came up to brush your hair from your face before coming to rest on your cheeks. The eyes that met yours were swimming with both hurt and sympathy, he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for himself when you stood in front of him looking so broken.  

“I could never hate you,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”  

Sincerity seeped into his words, the small cracks in his voice as a result of his emotions overwhelming him made it evident he was being truthful. You knew emotions easily overwhelmed him since his merge with Luke, he struggled to deal with them and you had tried to help before he pushed you away.  

The genuine show of feelings that flowed between you made you want to pull him close, tell him it was okay and that you forgave him but fear took over. It was impossible to know whether he was prepared to deal with those emotions again or if he would decide to leave the second it got too much.  

His eyes scoured yours, searching for any reaction he could work off of, anything that would tell him that you forgave him but he came up empty. His hands were just about to move off you, he was so close to apologising for being a bother and letting you go for good. Until you spoke up.  

“I want to try this again, I do,” you started, taking a moment before continuing, “but please don’t leave me again.”

Kai’s heart sunk in a way he’d never felt before, he’d never felt guilt to that extent. He’d done some truly heinous things in his lifetime but nothing made his heart shatter like the despair in your voice.  

“I don’t think I could leave you alone again if I tried,” he uttered, a breathy laugh escaping him and both of you knew he was telling the total truth. A sudden warmth filled you, a feeling of solace taking over and you finally allowed yourself to sink into his hold.  

One hand slid around the back of your head as you rested against his chest, his other hand slinking to your back and pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. The arms that slinked around his waist brought him comfort that he’d never felt within his lifetime.  

Gently, he looked down at you causing you to bring your chin to rest on his chest so you could look up at him. With a soft smile, he leaned down ever so slightly to meet your lips, gracing you with a tender kiss that sent your heart into a frenzy and your mind blank.  

He pulled away for a moment, a small smile gracing his lips before he began to place small kisses on your lips again, pulling away for just a second to see the small pout on your face. After doing this for as long as he thought you could take he pulled apart completely.  

“Come on,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand and pulling you through his apartment until you reached his bedroom. Effortlessly, he pushed the door open and span you around to push you onto the plush mattress.  

Nerves washed over you, the reality that you were actually in Kai’s bedroom, on his bed with him hovering over you suddenly crashed onto you. His hands returned to your waist but he looked over your face for a moment, as if he was reading your thoughts.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern washing over his face at your sudden stillness considering how eager you were to be close to him just moments before.

“Yeah,” you struggled to find the words to describe how you felt so you settled on saying, “it’s just new.”

Kai knew what you meant, sure you’d been close before but him having you in his bed was uncharted territory. He hadn't intended to make you uncomfortable at all, he wanted to show you how much he’d missed you, how sorry he was.  

He began to push off of you, suddenly feeling as though he’d pushed your boundaries far too much for one night. Emotions had gotten the better of him and he already felt guilty for dragging you into his bedroom, his mindset on his own desires.  

Before he could leave you, warm lips met his once again, dainty fingers pulling at the hairs on the nape of his neck as he settled on top of you once again. No words needed to be said, all of your feelings being expressed through the soft smile he could feel against his lips as you allowed yourself to indulge in him.  

Relief washed over him and he finally let the desires free again, any previous hesitations being wiped clean and replaced with the sensations that now overwhelmed him.  

One of his arms rested by your head, propping himself up above you whilst the other skimmed across your waist, the light movements pulling at your shirt and revealing your skin.  

“Can I?” he mumbled against your lips, his fingers gingerly tracing the bottom of your ridden up shirt. A soft nod from you was all he needed to push the shirt up slowly before eventually pulling it over your head and leaving it to the side.  

The eyes that explored the now exposed skin were filled with adoration and lust. “You’re beautiful.”

The words erupted your skin into goosebumps, the lower tone of his voice sent your mind into a haze and the only thoughts you could formulate related to how lucky you were.  

A heavy sigh from you pulled Kai from his less than pure thoughts and back to you. He sat up straight, resting on his knees between your thighs and despite being devoured by his eyes in your half-naked form for the last few minutes, you suddenly felt exposed.  

As if he could sense your unease he removed his shirt as well, tossing it to the side more haphazardly than he had treated yours. The sight of him hovering over you, the only clothing covering him being his sweatpants, was something you wish you could engrain into your memory and relive on any dark or lonely day.  

Your hands unconsciously reached out to grab him, the need to feel him against you taking over. Almost instantly he was hovering about you again, the skin to skin contact making the feeling of lust more intimate.  

Your legs hugged his hips in a plea to have him closer, the soft kisses he placed on your exposed neck adding the dreamy state you’d been pushed to. His hands traced the cup of your bra, his hands gliding to your back and unclasping it with no trouble.  

Every movement he performed was soft and gentle as if you were made of glass. The fingertips that traced your skin and pulled your bra off your arms were featherlike and left a warm trail across your cold skin.  

A light touch to your nipple elicited a sharp intake of breath from you, a sound that made Kai shiver. His hands massaged your breasts carefully, all of his attention on the soft whimpers you made whenever his fingers played or pinched at the sensitive skin around your nipple.  

“P-please, more,” you whimpered, pushing your hips into his. The soft graze of you against his crotch caused him to abandon his attack on your neck and his face dug into the crook of your neck, his breathing deep as he attempted to calm himself.  

He was back to sitting up straight, between you, his hands grasping at the waistband of your leggings and underwear and pulled them off, the position was awkward and had your legs in the air but Kai managed to do it seamlessly.  

With a second, his eyes returned to your face, not leaving even as he tugged his sweatpants down his thighs, leaving them hanging around halfway down as his length slapping up against his stomach before gravity brought it down.  

Once again, he returned to you, his cock resting against your exposed pussy and you couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped you.  

Kai’s eyes looked down between the two of you, his heart jumping at the thought that you had allowed him to see you exposed. Almost painfully slowly, he grinned into you, not yet allowing himself to indulge completely but the sight alone had his stomach in knots.

Small mewls of his name returned him to reality and he was on your lips once more. Any soft moans were muffled by his lips, the kiss was soft yet sloppy and you could feel the desperation rolling off the both of you in waves.

The teasing was becoming insufferable and you needed him more than you needed oxygen. “I n-need you.”

The words were mumbled against his lips and he would’ve missed them if he wasn’t so enraptured by the noises you were making. Before you could utter another syllable he has slipped into you, stretching you out to where it was almost painful.  

He gave you a few moments to breathe and accommodate him, a consideration that was much appreciated. The air in the room was suffocating and you could only bring yourself to let out shallow breaths in an attempt to keep yourself calm.  

It took him a few more moments to move, only gently thrusting as your breathing slowed to the point that he deemed ‘safe’. His movements were cautious, afraid to break you despite you showing him time and time again that you wouldn't be broken so easily, but you enjoyed the loving pace regardless.

You pulled him down ever so slightly, attaching your lips to his neck as he began to build a rhythm to his movements. His cock stroking against your sweet spot with every single thrust, each time it elicited a soft whimper.  

The pace sped up as he began to let his desires overwhelm him, his hips slapping against yours in a chase to his end. The hand that rested on your waist slid down your stomach and landed on your clit, rubbing small, soft circles that had you writhing.  

He was desperate for you to reach your climax first, knowing that seeing the ecstasy he caused would send him into a high that he could only ever dream of recreating alone. Your face was completely dug into the crook of his neck but he wanted to see you, he had to see you.  

Carefully, he pulled away, your head rolling back onto the bed and gave him a full show of your face. The way your eyelids were hooded and your lips puffy, it almost threw him over, but he remained hellbent on you getting there first.  

The angle of his hips changed slightly, barely noticeable if it hadn't made the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot with accuracy. The feeling made you let out a small cry, and every thrust after that wound your stomach into a tight knot.  

“Kai, K-Kai,” you started before you could finish your sentence the knot unravelled. The feeling overwhelmed you in a way you’d never felt before and you could only feel the way your body buzzed and writhed and the warmth from the man hovering above you.  

Watching you quiver and shake beneath him was enough to send Kai over the edge, his body near collapsing on top of you as a guttural groan erupted from him. His hips stuttered inside of you, pleasure clouding his mind and he allowed himself to pump you full of him, feeling the way your walls clenched him and held him in made pulling out feel impossible.

A few moments passed before he slid out of you, his cum spilling out of you as your pussy couldn't hold everything that he had to give. The sight made his mind hazy and his cock twitched, desperate to feel the warmth of your tight pussy again.  

He switched his gaze to you, your eyes had fluttered shut and the way you were peacefully sprawled out on his bed made you look ethereal. He stood onto shaky legs, his orgasm knocking the energy out of him and seeing you like that was enough to make his body tremble.

Gently, he picked you up, his arms and carried you to the bathroom, the movement woke you from your daze and you giggled slightly at his affection.  

“C’mon, let’s clean you up,” he whispered, scared to break the warm atmosphere. The care he provided you with broke him from his usual character, careful hands traced over you as to not stimulate you any further and he guided you through every action that would require no thought from you anyway.  

Finally, he returned you to his bed, pulling the covers up for you and allowing you to settle before joining you. The moment he crawled into bed next to you, you wrapped around him, your head rested on his chest and you wrapped your leg around his waist.  

The action, despite being as simple as cuddling, made his heart jump in its cage and he found himself completely and utterly enamoured with you.  

Watching you drift off to sleep was never the plan but how could Kai possibly sleep when all he could think about was you?

[moonlit-imagines]

The Doctor Is In

Stephen Strange x reader

Bruce Banner x reader (platonic)

warnings:

a/n: hey! idk how to build stairs guys. i didnt feel like researching it. i dont care if it’s wrong. leave me alone. part 2/2.

prompt:

Out (1)

There was no hope of Stephen coming back. Every truth you had to face was harsher than the last. Even when you got home and realized that Wong was among the vanished...and he didn’t fix the stairwell.

Maybe the stairwell was a good thing. It gave you something to focus on in these hard times. Sure, it’d been a month since the incident, but that still wasn’t enough time for the world to heal. That meant that contractors were hard to come by. But the roof would have a tarp over it for some time. No way you’d deal with that.

So you took a trip to the hardware store, you stocked up on wood and nails, lacquer and wood stain. Anything else you needed for the project. Anything to keep you busy.

There were so many sleepless nights. You hated being alone in Sanctum, hated being alone in your bed. Every so often you would nap on the couch, but then you’d get right back to work. Weeks on end you spent on the stairwell. How long will you stick around while I talk about the stairwell?

Doctor Banner called you from time to time. His voicemails were kind, heartfelt, but you couldn’t stop now. The gutted stairwell from a couple weeks ago was coming by very nicely. As nice as it could when worked on my an amateur. Alright, it looked awful, but you couldn’t stand using a ladder to get to the second floor.

As you were staining the wood, you played a message from Bruce:

“Doctor L/N, it’s Bruce. I hope you’re doing alright, but you know that if you’re not, I’m here for you. All the remaining Avengers have kind of...gone their separate ways for the most part, they’re pretty broken up about everything. I just want you to know that because you don’t...have to be strong right now. I understand if you can’t be. Just call me back whenever you can? I want to make sure you’re alright. We’re survivors, we should stick together.”

Bruce hadn’t known you long, but he was still a great person and friend. You should call him back, but if you lost focus, you may lose yourself. So you continued to wipe against the grain of the fresh stairs and moved to the next step. And the next. And the next.

The last step was the lacquer and seal. You were scared to finish up. What would you occupy yourself with once this was over? You thought about the answer until the very last step and admired your shabby craftsmanship. It’ll do. Or maybe you should tear it all down and start over? While you were thinking over your newest thought, your phone rang again. Bruce Banner.

“Hey, Bruce.” You answered the phone as you normally would and sat on the floor in front of your work.

“Y/N?” Bruce asked in disbelief. “Y/N, hey! How are you? I don’t know if you’ve been getting my calls..?”

“I have.” You quickly replied.

“Oh.” He quietly nodded to himself.

“I’m sorry, Bruce.” You realized your mistake and knew you may have come off as a little rude. He’d been nothing but kind to you, but you’d just realized you were alone today.

“No, no! It’s okay! I understand, don’t worry. What have you been up to?” His effort to start a conversation may be successful this time around.

“I fixed the stairwell. All of it. That’s what I’ve been doing the past few weeks. I just finished a few minutes ago.” You felt awkward talking to him. Not because of him, not at all. Just because you hadn’t really had any human contact in a while.

“I didn’t take you for a carpenter, Doctor.” Bruce was genuinely surprised with your skillset, you could hear it in his voice.

“And you still won’t once you see the job I did.” You actually managed to let out a chuckle. You didn’t know you could still do that.

“Oh, I hear ya loud and clear.” Bruce laughed, too. I wonder if he was having the same thoughts as you. “Y/N, do you want to go out to lunch like, now? I could use some company, maybe you could, too.”

“Yeah,” you checked the time on your watch, Stephen’s watch, and realized you worked through the night and day, “text me an address, I’ll meet you anywhere. See you soon.” You hung up pretty quickly, only to get ready ASAP. You were sort of covered in “stair supplies” and smelled like...not good. You’d take a quick shower, put on some clean clothes, and take off. Unfortunately, the stairs weren’t dry, so it was another round up the ladder.

—————

You finally took a trip back to your bedroom and shuffled through the closet filled with your...late husband’s clothing. It still smelled like him, surprisingly. You wondered just how long it would last. You hoped it’d be forever, but you grabbed your own clothes and quickly got dressed, then checked your phone to see that Bruce was running “a little late.” It’s okay, you were, too.

You took a seat on Stephen’s side of the bed and decided to snoop. Did it count as snooping if he was no longer here? You knew that he didn’t keep secrets from you, so what was the worst you could stumble upon? Books, books, and more books. But some were important books, ones detailing mystic arts. Maybe...maybe it was time to pick up a new skill. You stuffed the book in your bag and decided to head out now before you got too comfy in an actual bed.

—————

You and Bruce sat at a booth in the empty diner, awkwardly gazing over the menu while trying to stir up some conversation. It’d been a while since either of you had visited someone, you didn’t even know what to talk about.

“So, home renovations, huh?” Bruce asked while peaking over the fold of the laminated list.

“Something like that.” You sighed and set yours down and aside. “I know what I’m getting. What about you?”

“I just need a minute.” The only noise besides your bland conversation was the rustling of dishes in the back, which didn’t last for long. “Got it. A burger. That’ll do it.” Bruce announced and got the attention of the waiter.

Ordering took a second, but soon you and Bruce were alone again and ready to talk.

“How are the other Avengers? I know you said they went their separate ways, but...” You inquired and were surprised to see a smile crack on Bruce’s face. “What?”

“At least I know you listened to my voicemails.” He chuckled and took a sip of his iced tea. “They’re dealing with it. I don’t exactly know how. Nat’s staying at the compound, I’m sure she’s glad to have a home again. Cap went out on his own. Thor went back to his people. Tony and Pepper are trying to separate themselves from the world, I think. I don’t blame them. That’s all I know.” You stayed silent, but nodded along to his outer thoughts. “You alright?”

“I’m sorry, Bruce.” You started. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, leave you hanging. I just still don’t know how to take this. I keep thinking about what Stark told me when he came back. His whole ‘this will all make sense soon’ thing. Nothing about this makes sense to me.”

“Well, Strange was different, wasn’t he? He had that Stone, he had those powers, he might know something we don’t.” Bruce explained to you, an attempt to comfort you. “We’ve tried everything, y/n. Maybe it’s time to wait, maybe in time you’ll see that he sacrificed himself...for you.” You teared up at the scientist’s words and quickly wiped your eyes as the food was placed before you. “Thank you, sir.” Bruce said as the waiter walked off. “Hey, y/n? It’s okay that you’re hurting. I get it. But please don’t act like you’re alone. I’m gonna be here for you, okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled while hiding your wet eyes, “Me, too, Bruce.”

—————

When you got stressed out when you were younger, you threw yourself into your studies. Maybe that was why you were such an accomplished scientist. But what studies did you have now?

You had a library full of knowledge. It wasn’t your usual knowledge, but it would suffice. Now, the book that you’d snagged from Stephen’s bedside was a bit advanced for you, but that was okay. You had options.

Where would you even begin? This place was bigger than you remembered. Was this another spell? Did you know what you were talking about? Stop thinking, y/n. Start reading.

You picked out a book. You just ran with it. You recalled stories from Stephen. You remembered you needed the ring. What did he call it? Song ring? Sink ring? Slink ring?

Sling ring.

Not a problem, you could find one. Sanctum probably had tons. Maybe in Stephen’s study? You wished you had asked him more about his arts before, you just didn’t get it at the time.

One was stashed in a drawer. It was Stephen’s ring. The one he used himself. And it was the only one you could find, so it’d have to do. And so you got to studying.

The first time the air sparked by your hand was magical. Literally. But it made you feel something for the first time in nearly three months. And that was just the beginning. It felt like you were carrying on Stephen’s legacy in a way. You’d never be “Sorcerer Supreme,” but you didn’t have any intention of that. You just wanted his memory to live on, even if it were through you.

So you’d practice and you’d learn and you’d practice and you’d learn. You’d see Bruce whenever you could, and he soon noticed your mood change.

“I’m glad to see you happy for a change.” He told you while you walked through the park.

“Yeah, it feels great.” You told him while watching construction vehicles cleaning up the debris that had been lying around for months.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with the ring?” He looked at your hand and you lifted it closer.

“Oh...it’s Stephen’s.” You simply stated.

“Is it like a wedding ring?” He took a closer look and let you laugh it up for a quick second.

“No, no!” You shook your head at the ridiculous question. “I might as well show you. I haven’t told anyone yet, but that’s because you’re the only person I talk to.” You stopped in your tracks and shooed him back to give yourself enough space. “Ready?” Bruce looked terrified, but nodded a response and watched you raise your hands ahead, concentrating on the small portal you had began to open. Bruce recognized the opening since he’d fallen through it before.

“You’re one of the sorcerers?” Bruce’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I just started learning!” You exclaimed with a bright smile. “I needed something to get me through this all...and I wanted to protect Sanctum like Stephen and Wong had always stressed doing.”

“That’s...amazing, y/n. Self-taught magic? By a scientist, no less. Look at you go!” Bruce had a knack for being supportive. You were glad that he crashed through your roof and into your stairs.

“Thanks, Bruce. Maybe in time I’ll be able to cast a spell that fixes my roof.” You shrugged.

“Oh? Come on! I said I was sorry!”

—————

And then five years went by. Flew by, actually. You’d become a skilled sorcerer and used your skills around Sanctum. There wasn’t much to do here on Earth. It was a bit quiet.

Bruce was still a close friend of yours! You’d advised him in his quest for balance. He was no longer at war with himself.

The roof was fixed! You had Bruce spectate your very own spell to repair the damages he’d inflicted, but all was forgiven.

Then one normal day you got a call from him.

“Hey Bruce! How’s it going?” You answered, even though it interrupted your meditation.

“Can you meet me at the diner ASAP?” He sounded a little off, but still upbeat, so you opened a portal and stepped through to find yourself right out front. It was easy to spot him through the window, but there were others with him. Avengers.

“Hey, all.” You took a seat beside an unfamiliar one. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You told him as a plate of food was set in front of you.

“I ordered you your favorite. Hope you’re hungry.” Bruce smirked at you and let you get to it.

“So, it’s been a while, huh?” You asked the two Avengers across from you.

“It has.” Natasha sighed. “I wasn’t aware you were...also a sorcerer.” She began.

“I had a lot of free time.” Last they saw you, you weren’t as cool, calm, or collected. They were glad that you’d found peace. “I have a feeling this isn’t a social lunch.”

“I’m sorry to pull you from your calm, Doctor L/N—” You cut Steve off.

“Y/N is fine.” You replied.

“Scott here,” Steve motioned to the awkward man sitting alongside you, “was stuck in the Quantum Realm for some time, if you’re familiar. He thinks that there’s a way to...to undo what Thanos did.” You peered over at Bruce and watched him shrug as your heart started to beat faster and stomach started doing turns. You hated the thought of getting your hopes up, but you still dearly missed your husband.

“What can I do?”

—————

You had a hand in opening the dozens of portals around the ruins of the Avengers Compound, but you weren’t the only one. Stephen, Wong, and hundreds of other sorcerers were assisting to bring an army to combat the troops of an outdated Thanos, and you were so close to Stephen.

Using your magic to create a pathway to the sky, you leaped from step to step to get a clear look of the battlefield. And to let Stephen see you. He did. And so did the cloak.

You’d never used your powers to fight, so you’d have to step it up out here. But you knew Stephen wouldn’t let you get hurt. And you believed that you could handle this yourself.

“Y/N!” Stephen called to you as he flew to your altitude and held you in a special embrace that you’d nearly forgotten the feeling of. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Are you kidding me, Stephen?” You chuckled through tears that you just couldn’t hold in, tears that dragged through the dirt and dust on your face, clearing small lines down your cheeks. “I have missed you every day since the moment you left. I am so glad to have you back.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye, y/n. I truly am. But I knew that you would manage without me. You always have.” He explained to you in such a heartfelt way, admiring your capability to still be standing in the air.

“You knew I’d become a sorcerer, didn’t you?” You cocked a brow and watched him smirk.

“I had an inkling.” He joked with you as the firefight below was still rampaging.

“It’s very unprofessional of you to be talking to your s/o during times of crisis like this.” You chuckled and broke your spell to fall back to the ground, stopping yourself before it was too late in what could only be described as a “superhero landing.” Now that you were on the ground, assistance was required for your own side of the battle.

You and your fellow sorcerers had to defend more than anything. Shields popped up across the battlefield in an effort to keep your people alive. There were too many close calls and you wanted to survive long enough to go home with your husband.

“Y/N, over here!” Stephen beckoned you to the flood that would have made this fight much harder, and you were delighted to defend alongside him. The cloak rushed to you and gave you a fast track to the edge of the water, you couldn’t help but that it for it’s kind service. “Ready?”

“Of course.” You lifted your palms and motioned towards that water, redirecting it and keeping it at bay for the time being. “I love you, Stephen.” You remembered to tell him.

“I love you, too, y/n.” He replied with his focus still on the flood. “And I’m proud of you. So very proud.”

“Couldn’t have done it with you.” You joked and stabilized the rushing waters, giving you a true load-off before the end was clear. Dust passed through the sunken hole you all stood inside. Dust of your enemies that had finally lost. You and Stephen stared at each other in disbelief, yet couldn’t help but run into each other’s arms. “This is real? We won?”

“In a way.”

—————

Stephen and you dressed in all black were standing in the back yard of your savior. Tony had given his life to give others a life. You were just sorry that it had to be him.

Bruce stood alongside you with a long face and an injured arm. It was time for you to be there for him like he’d been there for you.

“Thanks for bringing back my husband, Bruce.” You whispered to him while holding Stephen’s hand tightly. Over the past few days, you just couldn’t seem to let go of him.

“Oh, yeah? That was nothing.” Bruce playfully answered through his sorrow.

“How’s your arm feeling?” You asked him, making sure the sling wasn’t twisted up an any way.

“Not the greatest, but I’ll be okay.” He assured you and watched as you leaned your head onto Stephen’s smile with a sense of relief. “I’m really happy for you, y/n...”

“But?” You raised an eyebrow with a hint of worry.

“But you better still hang out with me.” He smiled at you and you even heard a chuckle escape Stephen’s lips.

“You can count on it, Bruce.” You lifted a hand for a fist bump and collided your knuckles with his, even if they were a bit oversized.

“Shall we get going, dear?” Stephen asked you while he hooked his arm around yours and opened a portal home. You waved goodbye to Bruce and went on your way, stepping right into Sanctum as the way closed behind you.

“So you really meant it, huh?” You asked your husband while setting your belongings down.

“That I love what you’ve done with the place?” Stephen laughed at your oncoming smirk and walked forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you forward to kiss the top of your head. “Of course, dear.”

“Even the stairs?” You peeked your head up to look at your husband and watched his smile grow. You’d never bothered casting a spell to properly repair them. Maybe you were just too proud of your work. Maybe it was a reminder that you got through these five years on your own terms.

“I do.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. “It adds character to this place.”

“More character than the magic?” You prodded at him.

“I think you mean ‘sorcery.’” He corrected as you leaned into his chest and slightly swayed back and forth, taking in his presence for the 50th time since he’d come home.

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

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[quillsanddaydreams]

false promises

sirius black x reader

—author’s note: this idea was something that came to me before writing a paper and it just struck with me since. Sirius and you have a long history you can never get over. What happens when you finally get an opportunity to leave it all behind?

—warning(s): breakup and angst. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren’t used).

—word count: 1,702

The sky was quickly turning black as you watched the streets the bus passed through. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions you weren’t sure you could contain. You had looked through old photographs, happy faces smiling back at you. They seem to make you feel worse, although you knew you had to do what you had planned for the day. Rip the band aid. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out and walked into the restaurant.

Your gaze immediately went over to him, his smile lighting up the room. Sirius. No other name could do him justice. James had an arm around him, enthusiastically telling the company something. Remus noticed you first. He gave a huge grin, waving at you. Forcing yourself to smile back at him, you made your way over to the table.

“Aha there you are!” James exclaimed, his eyes twinkling. “And here we thought you wouldn’t show up to a meeting you called.”

You rolled your eyes playfully while your heart constricted. Delaying worked only for so long. Sitting down beside Remus, you flipped open the menu avoiding everyone’s eyes. Especially the grey ones. He could always read you like an open book.

“So, did you all find anything interesting?” you said, scanning the menu like you had done a hundred times before. The group hummed in response.

Calling in the waitress, you gave your orders. You wondered whether any of them would continue some small talk, holding a glass of water to your lips. How were you even supposed to tell them? Sirius nudged you with his feet, making you look up at him. He raised his eyebrows wordlessly questioning you whether you were alright. Nodding carefully, you tried your best to hold your emotions in. Quiet followed, you could hear the cutlery being kept and people around your table chatting. It was as if everyone was anticipating a shoe to drop. Black spoke first.

“I know you like treating us and all,” he started as others leaned in. “But what’s the occasion for today? You’ve been so secretive about it; you didn’t even tell me.”

Your throat felt dry even though you just had some water. All of a sudden you felt as if you were exposed. Mulling over your next words, you pushed your nails into the palm of your hand. A habit you picked up as a child.

“I got a huge job offer, more of a promotion to be honest,” you began, watching their reactions. “The salary is quite something and the experience would step me up to a much higher position.”

“Whoa, that is so amazing” James said with widened eyes, cutting you off. Remus nodded along.

“And the way you were acting, we were afraid you were going to deliver a death sentence or something.”

“That is so great, congratulations!”

“It’s in Japan,” you whispered but no one seemed to hear you.

“You’ve been working so hard everyday—“

“We have to get ice-cream later!”

“It’s in japan!” you shouted, making the table fall silent again. Remus bit his lip, searching your face as Sirius just stared.

“It’s a five-year program,” you continued. “I talked to my boss and she told me this was a brilliant opportunity and that I should definitely pack up my bags.”

“You seriously aren’t considering to take up on that, are you?” James asked. Your jaw felt heavy. The silence must have been an enough answer, because no one dared to speak. Remus cleared his throat.

“Is this what you want?” he hushed as you felt tears prick your eyes. It wasn’t what you wanted; it was what you needed. You sneaked a glance at Sirius, who was still looking at you, dumbfounded.

You nodded slowly. James fidgeted.

“So this is your way of saying goodbye?” James remarked, a tad bit agitatedly.

“James—”

“Don’t James me!” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re talented. I know that, you know that. You can do without this program. And it’s in Japan for goodness’ sake! It’s miles away. Miles! Going there for five whole years means not looking back.”

“There are ways to communicate,” you said, your voice small. Even you didn’t believe that. James sat back, his arms folded.

“I hate you so much right now,” Remus said, picking at his napkin. You put your hand over his, squeezing slightly. He sighed. Sirius got up all of a sudden. You flinched. He turned to the group giving a random excuse about some work and left the table. Looking down at your hands, you heard the restaurant door close with a thud. Tears fell down your cheeks and you furiously wiped them off.

The rest of the dinner went in a strange calm. It was obvious to both James and Remus that you were just as much hurt as them. James gave you a small smile and helped brighten the mood at the table. Remus reassured you ever so often. You were grateful.

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Sirius didn’t contact you after that night. He was angry. Angry at you, angry for what you planned for yourself. It hurt you, more than you could care to admit. This playing around on your tip toes had been going for far too long. You knew your breakup with Sirius had been mutual, for both your goods but you didn’t have it in you to sit back and watch him fall into arms of people that weren’t you. Not anymore. Not when you still loved him. And you knew Sirius did too, it was how he still went out of his way to make you smile, how he loathed every single person you dated after him unable to realise that none of them could compare to him. None of them could compare to how he made you feel.

It left you to wonder at times whether the breakup was really the right decision. You reminded yourself that it was whenever the thought came up. Both of you wanted different things. Sirius never wanted to settle down and you did. After months of fighting and waiting for the other to give in to the other or come to a compromise, you realised it wasn’t going to work. You sighed. What were you doing reminiscing either way?

You checked all your bags and papers before putting on the coat ready to face the inevitable. Driving to the edge of the lake, you stopped and walked into the old abandoned warehouse. The grey walls didn’t seem haunting anymore, but inviting like an old friend. You smiled seeing a similar figure standing over the old table watching the ceiling.

“How did you find me?” he whispered, not sparing you a glance.

“I just felt the stench of complete and utter disappointment in me and followed it,” you jested but sobered seeing the look on Sirius’s face. You moved towards him slowly, gently placing a hand on his cheek cradling his face.

“Hey,” you whispered. He looked at you, his dark eyes making you lose yourself in them. “Don’t do this Sirius. You know I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this.”

“Then don’t leave,” he said simply. “I know you’re not doing it for yourself. You’re just running away.”

“You’re running away from me,” he hushed. You felt your mouth go dry. So he did know. There was no use beating about the bush, Sirius hated when people twisted up words.

“Well I am.”

“Why?”

“Why? You know why,” you pleaded. “Sirius I’ve been in love with you since I was a child. A child. We’ve been best friends all my life. Then we dated for five whole years. And now we don’t. I can’t be your ex and your friend simultaneously anymore, it’s been torture. Do you know how it feels knowing we’ll never be the same anymore? Just how much it hurts?”

“Do you think I feel good about it?” Sirius raised his voice, frustration from all those months pouring in. “Do you think I feel good about never being able to hold you close and see other men and women do it?”

“So maybe the job will do good to both of us,” you said after a beat.

“I did not say that—”

“Sirius—”

“No I didn’t. I’ll do anything for you. Give me another chance, just don’t go away,” Sirius said and you felt helpless. Sirius took your hands, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Tears pricked your eyes. You could remember all the time you spent with him together. Riding his bike to the sunset, singing and dancing nonsensically to songs, him kissing you softly telling you he loved you. The memories flashed before your eyes like a film reel. You could barely see anything through the salty tears welling up.

“That wouldn’t do justice to either of us,” you said after some time, your voice barely audible. “Some things aren’t meant to be. We’ll fight again Sirius, we’ll be angry at each other and we’ll end up hating each other more every day. And I won’t be able to live with myself knowing I spoiled the best relationship I ever had.”

Sirius gulped, breaking into sobs.

“Damn you,” he croaked. “Damn you for going away. Damn you for making me lose you all over again. As if it wasn’t painful enough the first time.”

You laughed through snuffles and squeezed his hand.

“You’ll never lose me. You’ll never get rid of me even if you tried—” you stopped as Sirius crashed his lips into yours, kissing you urgently. You pulled him closer by his shirt, as one of his hands went at your waist and the other held your face. Pulling away in a daze you sniffed and Sirius buried his face in your neck hugging you. Time seemed to pass by as neither of you pulled away.

“I guess I really can’t make you stay, can I?” he said as you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his body. “I’ll miss you. And I’ll show up at your door myself if you don’t answer my letters. Promise me you’ll keep in touch.”

You pulled back, wiping his face with your fingers.

“I promise.”

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Penthouse

Note: After events of Elevator. I love/hate this. loved starting, fucking hated finishing it. fucking nightmare. no tags, for this garbage. this hodgepodge of a story shows the weakness in my writing. ugh. 🙃 Don’t read this. i wrote this for my own entertainment. Long AF. so much preamble.

Summery: Freedom was sweet

⚠️Warning: 18+ Only content with dark themes, Kidnapping, Non Con/Dub Con, Cream-pie ⚠️

Dark Steve x Reader

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You stood, back facing the multi level high rise with a banker box, filled with various items of your old life, in hand stunned. For the past few years you were held against your will by James 'Bucky' Barnes. The notorious mobster used you as his play thing, torturing, beating and occasionally starving you. Now you stood outside free.

"Hey!"

Your back tensed at the sound of the familiar right hand man of Bucky.

*It was a trap, of course.*

He wanted to see how far you would go this time, before he dragged you back to that damned penthouse.

"Never thought the day would come huh?" Steve laughed cheerfully.

You looked at him wordlessly, waiting for the shoe to drop. Instead he dug in his pocket, pulling out a fat wad of rolled up bills. Tucking it under one of the garments in the box you held.

"This should get you on your feet." Steve smiled at you. You blinked at him confused by his words. He turned from you briefly, hailing a cab to put you in.

*Was it really true? Were you really free?*

As the yellow cab pulled up an SUV parked behind it. When the back door opened the people filing out caught your eye. A beautiful woman dressed in black sequins and from what you could surmise maybe barely old enough to drink. Followed by Bucky and a few of his lackeys.

Steve lowered your head into the idling cab, careful not to hit your head on the open door. "Your replacement" comically chucking a thumb back in their direction. Closing the door he knocked on the drivers window and took out more money. Telling the cabbie to take you where ever you wanted before leaving.

Sitting in the back seat you turned and watched Bucky led the young beauty into the building. "Where to Miss?" The driver asked and it was a question you hadn't had the privilege to answer in such a long time you didn't know what to say.

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It took some getting used to, but eventually you found your bearings. With the money you got a tiny apartment miles away from the penthouse. It was funny as you had always fantasized about moving to Canada or over seas if you were to ever escape Bucky, but here you were, still stuck in the same city.

Now free again you were able to live life as you wished. Eating when you wanted, going where you wanted the freedom was exhilarating. Unfortunately the time spent with Bucky you lost all the friends you had, family was scarce and thanks to him there was also a large gap in employment. Finding a job wasn't so easy, but eventually you landed on your feet.

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The diner was quick to snap you up for their evening to graveyard shifts. It didn't pay well, but it was fine and you loved it for what it was. Free food, the occasional good tip, the money was enough to live off of and it was far away from Bucky's syndicate.

It took a bump from a passing waitress to bring you back to earth. A booth in your section filled to the brim with your nightmare. Looking to the door you contemplated walking straight out and never looking back. A high pitched whistle caught your attention. The table across from theirs signaled for a check.

Panicked you looked for a fellow waitress to help you out of the bind, but no one was in sight. There wasn't a point in running. If they were here, then they were going to get you.

Holding your head low you walked over, hugging the laminated menus tightly to your chest.

Quickly you handed them their receipt and tried to make your fast escape. A familiar voice cleared his throat making you jump. You stood with your backs to them for longer than would be normal and the table in front of you didn't appreciate your company.

Of course this was it. The nightmare would continue. Turning to the table you greeted them robotic-ally. As if they didn't all know your name already. While you passed them the menus it was if you didn't exist. Your eyes darted back and forth between each of them, barely a glance as they received the menu.

Your heart ached for the girl that was now your replacement. You could see from her face that she was running on fumes. You wondered how long Bucky had kept her up, breaking her in, if she tried to escape like you had.

A day out for you was normally a reward for good behavior, so she must be a 'Good Doll', you shuttered at the recollection.

"Long time no see!" Steve perked up when he finally turned his head to notice you. You had to ignore the prickles, control your nerves like you used to when you went out with Bucky, but he didn't look your way.

"I will be your server today. Is there anything I can start you off to drink with today?" Your voice came out as even as you could get it. Digging out your pen and pad, almost dropping it as you trembled.

"This is what you've been up to huh" Steve asked, his volume louder than others around him would like. He was the only one who seemed to care about your presence, the others just ignored you, going over the menus.

Your heart wanted to break through your chest as you tried to hold it together. When no one else seemed to care still, you could finally try to breathe properly. Bucky was too focused on his phone and from the subtle movements of his arm under the table, the girl fidgeting next to him.

* Just stick to the script don't engage in anything else.*

"I will give you folks a few minutes then come back to take your order."  you said ignoring him. Steve frowned at that, but you knew he wouldn’t move without Bucky’s order. Walking back you felt stiff and you were sure that sweat was seeping through your uniform.

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You were a nerves wreck once you finally ducked into the little waitress nook by the kitchen. Scrubbing your face with your hands you took several deep breaths, the action not really taking the effect you wanted.

"Excuse me" her voice was barely above a whisper and though you never heard it you knew who it belonged to.

"Go back to your table Miss." you refused to look at her.

"Please you don't understand" her soft voice shook. You knew that if you looked, her face would be filled with tears. When she touched your shoulder you fell away tripping over your own feet as you rushed away. Finally you were face to face with her.

"I need your help, please" you were right she was crying.

"Get the hell away from me!" You pressed your back flat against the wall. Huddled in the corner as guilt and self preservation fought a battle inside of you.

"Everything alright back here?" Steve popped his head through the doorway.

"Y-yep.......just fine she needed to uhhh p-pee and I was just showing her the way" you felt your heart bash inside your chest once again. Steve wasn't stupid, but you prayed that he believed you.

With her back to Steve you knew that look and a part of you felt guilty for doing nothing. The young girl walked past you  to the restroom while Steve lingered in the hall. Lowering your gaze you peel yourself off the wall and slunk into the kitchen.

Steve followed, leaning in the archway of the kitchen. You tried to look busy and you were surprised that the cooks didn't ask him to leave. Even this far out their reach stretched you guessed.

"Can't speak to old an old friend?" Steve inquired.

"Steve, please..."

Steve may have looked sweet, but he was never one for sympathy.

"You're not in trouble I just came to say 'hi'."

*Bull shit*

He turned his head to see the young beauty leaving the restroom and you were glad. You didn't want to see him dragging her out if it came down to it.

*She must've run before.*

"Whelp it was nice talking to you again" he said as he followed arms length behind the girl.

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"You folks ready to order" you forced another smile as you talked. It was almost eerie how they acted like any other customer. It was as if you hadn't known these men for the past five years. Each gave you their order. You served without any further incident.

When they finally left they even gave you a sizable tip. It seemed now that you were truly just a faded memory to Bucky.

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Heading home on the train you couldn't wait to feed the alley cat friend you were trying to earn the trust of. Another day bringing him left over food from work.

"Here puss, puss" you called out to the darkened alleyway. Pinching off pieces of meat and tossing it about.

Your name was called out so you instinctively turned to find the sound. When your eyes found Steve you dropped everything you had and ran. You didn't know where you were going, shoving through various people as you booked it down the avenue.

The lights of a tea house caught your eye in the far distance. Dashing inside you try and calm down and walk to the bathroom hurriedly. Ducking into and locking one of the stalls you stood on the toilet seat and waited.

Hoping he didn't see which way you had gone.

The door to the restroom opened slowly, the sound of foot steps crept closer to your stall. Holding your hands over your mouth you tried to hold in your sobs. It was hard to control your breathing, you were panting heavily from the run. Even with your eyes squeezed shut you knew he was standing right in front of the stall you hid in.

"I know it's been a while...but you should know better than to run from me." His dark chuckle filled you with dread.

"You had fun right?"

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The numbers ticked up in the metal lift slowly. The whole way up you looked down at your feet. Unable to bare the cocky look on Steve's face.

Stepping out of the elevator, the hall that led to the penthouse was long, but not enough. Steve moved from behind you and opened the door. The familiar cold chill of the penthouse hit you. Taking your shoes off at the door you walked over to the living room area.

"I'm really quite surprised. I thought you would've skipped town... Thought you would make me chase you half way around the world." Steve chuckled, that was the straw that broke the damn. Your face felt drenched, you had tried so hard not to cry in front of him, but once again you failed.

The past few months felt like a dream, in the back of your mind you knew it was a lie.

"You should probably get undressed." Steve ordered. You heard him shimmy out of his jacket, hanging it on the door as you sobbed.

Steve was just parroting orders from Bucky you were sure. It didn't matter that Steve was in the room, Bucky was what you were more worried about. He had let you go and for some reason he got his dog to drag you back. Steve's presence only added to the humiliation, defeat and soon further shame.

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You stripped yourself of your clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a pile next to the couch. The room felt colder, your skin and nipples prickled while you walked over to Bucky's chair.

Bucky had a favorite chair in the living room. A seat that was solely reserved for him and that is were you stood, naked while you waited for him to appear.

He normally was already sitting waiting. Not seeing him there didn't help stop the tears from flowing. Had you pissed him off at the diner? Had something happened to the girl? Did she tell him that she talked to you?

Behind the chair you were able to gaze at the city as you thought through each possible slight. Steve walked up from behind, placing a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump.

"Calm down he isn't here." Steve told you as he held up his hands in surrender, flopping down on the seat before you.

There had been many an occasion that you witnessed unknowing souls sit in Bucky's chair. The action seen by him as an unforgivable level of disrespect that made your stomach turn as he would rectify the slight.

The chair was Bucky's throne and only to be christened by him and him alone.

Steve's legs spread wide in defiance as he made himself comfortable as you tried to understand the sight of Bucky's most loyal man before you.

"Bucky won't like you in his chair." You warned.  His eye's went wide almost surprised by the sound of your voice.

"Hah... Bucks got you trained good" Steve lightly laughed. "Come have a seat."

You blinked at him as he craned his neck to admire the look of distress. Bucky was not one for sharing and you doubted he would be thrilled to see you naked and straddling Steve in his favorite chair.  

When you didn’t move Steve’s warm hands pulled you down, your knees folded at his sides. On the descent you gasped, your eyes wide with panic and confusion. His playful grin fueled by your dismay. The chair wined at the added weight and you were sure it would break from the way you struggled to escape it.

Steve's arms wrapped and rested around your hips, pulling you close, making your movements hard. Your legs were tucked and  pinned at his side, your frantic movements rousing something that made you shutter when you felt it. With what little space you could manage, your arms moved up to wrap around your chest in an effort to cover yourself and make a buffer.

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"You know you were always my favorite." He spoke calmly while your whole body shook in fear. It was a nerves shake that Steve had witnessed many a times and from the glint in his eyes you knew he enjoyed it.

"So creative in your escapes, but just too sloppy at covering your tracks" he t'sked while the hiccups and tears intensified. Steve rocked you back and forth gently in his lap. The fabric of Steve's pants rubbed against your mound, the length of his cock pressed desperately against his zipper and he made sure you felt every inch.

"Remember that time you set the penthouse on fire. Good trick getting the firemen to get you out". He chuckled completely unbothered by your distress. Smiling up at you brightly as if he were talking to an old friend. His walk down memory lane was not as fondly remembered as yours.

"At the diner I was sure he would've flipped out when he saw you, but I guess he was just to preoccupied to notice." Steve gave you a playful wiggle of his brow. As he talked you bit back shame. The incessant movement stimulated your clit, you could feel a wetness growing at it was only a matter of time before he noticed it too.

"The new girl learned her lesson far too quickly for me. I let her take off once just for fun... Then she never did it again."

"He has someone new right? He doesn't need me." Your were a sniffling mess. You knew Steve long enough that your tears meant nothing to him, but that didn't stop you from pleading.

"Oh sweetie if you didn't know by now he didn't let you go."

Your mind was swirling. Steve orchestrated it all just to have 'fun'.

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"I want you to look up." He requested and you looked at him confused. "Over there in the left corner." He nudged his head and your eyes looked in the direction.

Your heart sank to the floor. There was a camera, one you never noticed before. You felt sick. Was Bucky watching you? The optics of this situation you could only imagine.

As far as Bucky was concerned you had ran out on him and Steve was just doing his job bringing you back.

From that angle it would look like you walked in, stripped and got on top of him. That you were fucking him in Bucky's chair. Steve's eyes lit up as you put all the pieces together.

"I fucking hate you" You said softly. Your chin fell to your chest as you continued to bawl.

"Oh Sweetie I don't care. I can only imagine the look on his face right now." Steve ducked his head down to look you in the eye, confirming Bucky was indeed watching.

Taking your wrist he moved them behind your back, bonding them effortlessly with one hand. Steve was hell bent on making your bad situation worse. You needed to get free and get out.

Steve's head moved to nestle your breast, you tried to lift off your knees, but his thighs kept you trapped in the chair. You attempted to jerk your wrists free of his hold, but Steve only held tighter.

Steve wasn't afraid of reprisals from his boss. They had been friends from childhood, at most he would get a slap on the back if the head. While you shuddered to think of what he would do to you.

"Don’t worry we have time to play" he teased. You felt Steve's hot breath on your breast as he talked. When he licked and sucked at your nipple, taking it in-between his teeth, flicking his tongue on it you felt your arousal grow.

"Please Steve..stop" you panted out as heat rose throughout your neck. You felt his mouth smirk swirled around your nipple, his face nuzzled in your chest, inhaling deeply on yours skin as you rocked in his lap.

The chair groaning protests increased and you prayed that it would break, giving you a chance to be free. When your hands were suddenly released you pushed at his chest hard, surprisingly he fell back with a chuckle.

"Why can't you just let me go?" You slapped at his chest as Steve rose to his feet. The weight of your ass rested in his palms as you tried to force yourself down and out of his hold. You yelped when Steve pinched your ass hard, the sting a warning to stop. Though your movements didn't cause his hold to waver, it was as if you weighed nothing.

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Steve liked you. He was normally indifferent to the women that Bucky would bring home, but you were different. He loved the way you cried for mercy then begged to cum. The shame in your eyes when he watched you submit.

Bucky had a habit of replacing his toys. So Steve waited patiently for Bucky to tire of you, but a man could only wait so long.

"How many times had you wished it were me?" He changed the subject. Gone was his playful smile, his face stoic and unreadable just like Bucky's.

"I saw how you looked at me... wanting my cock inside of you... What would Bucky think if he knew"  Steve purred.

You hadn't wanted Steve or any of this. It was just that his eyes were just that inescapable. Bucky's second set of eyes. Always through a cracked door, from the corner of a room, reflecting back at you from a mirror. His eyes haunted your sleep just as much as Bucky's did.

He turned slightly to open the door behind you. Once it opened you knew the room you were in, Bucky's bedroom. You had shared it with him, but nothing in it belonged to you. You were nothing more than a dog that was made to come happily whenever he called.

When Steve tossed you on the bed you bounced. You watched, frozen while he stripped at the foot of the bed.

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His mouth moved, but if he was speaking you couldn't hear it. The pounding of your heart was so loud in your ears that you couldn't make out whatever he was saying.

Each step he took you pushed back on your hands, scooting backwards on the bed to get away. Your elbow hit the head board as he unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants.

The bed dipped as he placed a hand on it, you watched and time seemed to slow when he stretched out to snag your ankle. You took the bed covering with you when you clutched it as you twisted and turned to pull yourself out of his grip.

With one hard yank you laid flat out on your stomach. Steve couldn't help licking his lips at the sight of your ass jiggling as he played with you. When he let go you stumbled over yourself, pressing your back flush once again to the head board.

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Bending over he dug something out of his discarded clothes. Standing straight you watched as he played with his phone. Steve tossed the device to you and you blinked at it wildly. "Bucky’s across town with his new girl. It would take a few hours to get here." You picked it up as he talked. You knew the spot on the map, the red indicator blinking Bucky's location.

"Tell you what. I will let you go. If you give me what I want and I won't come after you again." He offered. Flopping on the bed Steve's back faced you. It was a trap you knew it, but some semblance of hope still lived in you, so you sat quietly and listened.

"Or I can take what I want and then stand by when Bucky comes back." He laid out on top of the bed with his hands laced behind his head. Gripping the phone you contemplated quickly dialing the police, but you were sure they would never make it in time. And if they did by some miracle come, you couldn't guarantee they wouldn't be dirty anyway.

Swallowing thickly you placed the phone faced down on the mattress. Steve tilted his head and observed you, smiling at you expectantly when you started to move.

You tried to reason with yourself as you approached him. You prayed that he would indeed keep his side of the deal.

Steve unlaced his fingers as you rounded him and you felt your skin prickle all over again. The bed didn't make a sound as you haltingly swung your leg over his waist.

Your hands shook as you placed them on his bear chest. Despite the heat coming from Steve your shaking remained. Your stomach tensed when Steve's fingers trailed up your thigh and rested on your hips.

Holding you, Steve lowered you down, flicking his cock back and forth with one hand to align himself to your entrance. His tip played with your folds, the prodding brought a slickness from your core.

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Steve loved the way you cried. The sight of your puffy face whenever you begged and pleaded.  He loved that despite all the fear there was a fire that wouldn't die no matter how hard his buddy tried to stomp it out.

"You mad things fun around here." Steve's tone lowered to a husky growl. His eyes turned their focus from your face to your breast as the feeling of utter defeat washed over you.

His cock pressed threateningly against your lips as your palms rested on his bare chest. Steve kept you paused in position, your thighs burned while you hovered in place. the trembling not unnoticed by Steve. Moving from his cock the one hand traveled upward, gently ghosting over your hip as it crept up your frame.

Bucky despite his distance stayed at the edge of your mind. You looked around the empty room, jumping at every odd noise. The paranoia in your eyes made Steve painfully hard, but he controlled himself as he explored you.

Steve's large hand encompassed your breast as he palmed it. Gliding his thumb over your hard nipple the soft fatty flesh bounced in his hand when you inhales sharply.

A very sensitive area he noted. He wanted to know every inch of you, what made you squirm, but that would have to wait until another time.

It made his cock twitch just thinking about it.

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With one quick motion he forced you down. The plunge sent jolts deep. Your cervix ached with fullness as your stomach tensed and strained to adjust to him. Mewling through gritted teeth you sheathed him completely.

"Did Bucky fill you up this good?" He growled. Steve felt your cunt hug him tightly, the feel made him twitch inside of you. You grunted when Steve bucked his hips at your lack of reply. His cock strained against your core, you hadn't noticed your nails had dug into his chest. When he bucked again he let out a long drawn out his as your nails dragged against his flesh. The thin lines on his skin leaving a stinging reminder of you.

"No!" you sputtered out much to Steve's pleasure.

"Good girl" Steve praised.

You gasped out when he finally allowed you to rise up, but before you could relax he forced you back down again. Steve muscles flexed under your hands. His deep grunts growing in volume as he resisted the urge to flip you over and rail into you deeper.

"That's it, that's a good girl" he grunted. Steve controlled the momentum. Every downward motion sending jolts to your core. You rocked into him, his voice humming as your pussy clenched around him. "Who do you belong to?" He demanded, making sure to throw his hips hard with each syllable.

"Steve Fuck!" You let out a sharp gasp at the feel of the head of his cock hitting your ceiling. Steve sucked in his bottom lip slowly letting it drag out again, the way you grabbed made him groan with delight. The feel and sound of you struggling made him almost come right there.

Unlike Bucky, Steve was different. You could never read Bucky, every wrong move you made in his game was met with swift reprisals. While Steve read of an unabashed wild eagerness.

"Such a dirty whore just for me" He beamed as you bounced atop of him. His blonde tresses stuck messily to his glistening forehead. Your shamed dissolved into pleasure as your ass slapped against Steve.

The feel of him overwhelmed your senses. Your pussy squeezed, your climax barreling through you like a freight train.

"You know better than that." Steve swatted hard on your side. The sting still there as you forced back your need.

You choked down what was left of your shame and begged him. You needed to cum, the tight coil in your core threatened to burst.  

"Please.." You rasped out, looking away unable to face him. Steve reveled in your pathetic attempted to hide away from him. He felt you, there was no denying what you hungered for.

"please. ..Steve.. " you panted out. The sound of your sloppy sex and punishing manipulation was splintering in your womb.

"I need to come" You mewled.

Steve shot up, his massive arms wrapped around you, clutching your shoulders he shoved himself deep inside.

"Come on my cock" he commanded. Holding you down tight as he pumped his seed into you.

Your cunt milking out ever last drop as you both breathed heavily.

"Hey Buck... welcome home." Over your shoulder he stared deep into the eyes of Bucky as he coated your walls.

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<<< Elevator

[exosmutfactory]

Six Phases FINALE Pt 2

Originally posted by tipannies

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1)  P(2) | Part 6 P(1)  P(2) —– P(3)  P(4) —– P(5)  P(6) | ♬♩♪♩ FINALE P(1)  P(2)✓ (also on AFF)

A/N: Let’s give Riley the ending she deserves 💗

[ contains: smut & fluff~]

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Tonight is a special occasion, one that requires the most lethal of dresses that I own. A dress I always had my eye on yet never dared to take out from the back of my closet. I could never find the right time to wear it—until now. Because tonight, oh tonight… I have a date with Baekhyun.

I pull up the spaghetti straps of my wine colored dress, making sure that the criss-cross stripes of fabric in the front are straight. This dress is definitely too cold for the first week of December, but that's what winter coats are for. For now, I will turn side to side to admire how the bodycon shape fits well with the cutout section exposing my stomach. Party in the front and business in the back.

Straightening the last strand of my hair, I smile when my phone lights up with a notification, knowing full well who it is. His cute usage of emojis visible on the screen tells me all that I need to know. Chuckling to myself, I set down my flatiron and reply to him.

Baekhyun planned a date at his apartment tonight, subtly dropping a hint about what I should wear. Mmhm, this isn't a t-shirt and sweatpants event. Based on the new black blazer in the back of his adorable selfie that he sent me the other day when he asked me out, I got a good idea of what I'm getting myself into.

Humming to myself, I check my reflection one last time and grab my keys before heading out. Let's see which shade of Baekhyun is awaiting me today.

Strutting my way to the elevator in my rose gold heels, I smile at my neighbor when she steps out onto our floor, whistling at my choice of attire. She winks at me as the doors close. Chuckling, I check my phone one last time, typing a quick reply to Sehun with my French tip nails letting him know that I'm okay. We've made a point to catch up with each other at the end of every week, whether face to face or over the phone. Unfortunately, I have plans tonight… and maybe tomorrow too. And the day after that.

Smirking, I repocket my phone and wrap my fluffy coat tighter around me, waving to the security guard while making my way out of the building. The bite of the December air is refreshing for my skin, the heat packed into my coat leaves me slightly too warm otherwise. I look both ways before crossing the parking lot, staying aware of my surroundings. The last thing I need is any drama from a careless driver or lurking thief in the streets. These heels are too expensive to break off into someone's ass for making me late.

My car unlocks with a familiar chirp, its headlights coming on while I walk around to the driver's side. Taking one last glance at the world around me and my back seat, I climb inside and set my purse down on the passenger's side. My phone vibrates just as I start the engine, buzzing faintly against the soft R&B CD playing on my radio. With a small smile, I check my rearview mirror and pull out onto the road.

I hum along to the first track, wondering if a UN Village actually exists while navigating to Baekhyun's apartment. The Christmas lights set up on the light poles in advance bring another smile to my face. Something about this time of year always sits right with me.

Before I know it, I'm pulling into a parking space at his apartment complex, waiting for the powerful vocals of the 6th song on the album to fade away. Sighing a little, I lean back in my seat, sweeping my eyes over the parking lot as the windows start to fog up. Who would have thought that I'd be back here nearly a year later? With warmth in my heart and a certain silver haired, idiotic yet adorable man on my mind.

"I love you," I mumble shyly, holding eye contact despite my heated cheeks and racing heart.

His whole face lights up with his smile, sparkly brown eyes outshining all the stars in the sky as he cups my cheeks in his warm palms. "I love you more."

Stepping out of my car, I pick up my purse and head inside, sharing a knowing look with the familiar security guard on my way to the elevators. It feels so good to be back, the year-long bad memories vanishing with every step I take. To my home—to my heart. The man my heart calls out for like a rescued fish returning to sea.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I arrive on his floor, taking my time to walk down the brightly lit hallway. I wonder what is in store for me tonight. After all, when it comes to Baekhyun, anything can be awaiting me on the other side of that door. Possibilities are endless.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, smiling softly when it opens seconds later only for my jaw to drop to the floor.

Baekhyun... with his silver hair parted to the side, wearing fucking brown eyeshadow. That new black blazer of his has buttons on the ends of the sleeves, sitting perfectly on his broad shoulders. But the real sight to behold is lower down on his body, starting from his half-buttoned black shirt showing his honey-toned chest. That view alone could send a woman into a coma, but then he had to tuck his shirt into a pair of snug leather pants. The belt around his hips shows off the curves of his waist and those damn black heeled boots are back again.

I don't even care that he can see me practically drooling—I already know what's on my menu for tonight.

"Hey," He smiles charmingly, taking my breath away.

I take a moment to compose myself, peeking at him from under my eyelashes with a smile of my own. "Hi, B."

His eyes and smile soften. "Come in, it's cold out." He steps aside to let me in, closing the door behind me.

Humming softly, I relish in his alluring cinnamon scent. "Not really," I mumble distractedly, thinking of how much warmer I feel at the sight of him while he helps me take off my coat. The way his breath hitches has a smirk quirking at my red painted lips. "What are we having tonight?" I inquire, glancing over my shoulder at him.

Baekhyun's eyes immediately shoot up to mine. "D-Dinner," He coughs, trying to cover up his flushed face behind his hand.

"Oooo," I walk further into the apartment, following the spicy aroma of food and making my way to the kitchen. "Okay. What did you order in?"

"Actually," Baekhyun's citrus shampoo floats in the air when I reach the doorway, staring at the set table with wide eyes. "I made it myself," He mumbles shyly, the cool plastic of the flower pinned to his blazer brushing against my back.

"Holy shit…" It's a fucking feast. Fresh salad, crunchy garlic bread, and the most appetizing platter of spaghetti that I've ever seen in my life. Not only that, the single-lit candle in the middle of the table has my heart and below squeezing in earnest. This cheeky little hopeless romantic.

"The meat is turkey-based," Baekhyun perks up after a few moments, walking around to place used pots and pans in the sink. Busying his fidgety hands with moving everything off of the counter. "I bought hot sauce but didn't put much because I didn't know if you'd like it spicy or not."

Walking further into the room, I rest my hand on the back of a chair, watching him with a lick of my lips.

Baekhyun continues occupying himself with everything in the kitchen, not even noticing when I slowly approach him. "The toast is on the softer side and I have some sweet tomatoes in the fridge-"

Fuck it.

I grab him by his jacket when he turns around, tugging on him so hard that a few buttons pop off and scatter around on the floor.

Baekhyun gasps, stumbling a little before bracing his hands on the surface behind me, the dishes on the dining table rattling under our joined weight. "Riley-"

I smash my lips to his, kissing him with fervor, backing him up until his back presses against the counter. I'm relentless with tugging and biting down on his bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. He moans right into my mouth when I part his lips, sucking hard on his tongue.

The audible smack of our messy kiss echoes around the walls of his apartment, steadily building up tension in my stomach and the ache between my legs. Baekhyun softly huffs and puffs for air after a few minutes, pulling back to catch his breath with rosy, lipstick-smeared lips. "D-Dinner-"

"I'd rather eat something else," I utter lowly, rubbing my hand down his chest. My eyes flicker back up to his wide orbs just in time to catch him gulping, his warm brown eyes darkening significantly.

He looks at me for a long moment, hesitation vivid in his body language. I step closer, cupping his cheek before pressing my lips to his, gently coaxing his soft lips to dance with mine. Baekhyun takes a deep breath before wrapping his arms around me, the caress of his hands over my exposed skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This, I muse, shivering in delight when my body is fully pressed against his, is what has been missing.

He grows more daring the longer our lips lock, his warm hands sliding up the back of my thighs and venturing under my dress, bunching up the fabric. His fingertips teasingly slipping between my thighs has my pussy quivering, my own palms tugging on his tucked in shirt to feel more of his skin. Baekhyun grips my ass before spinning us around, hoisting me up onto the counter while I tangle my hand in his hair, my lips still glued to his. I moan when his fingers land on my clothed core, welcoming him between my parted legs.

"You're so wet," He breathes, a look of awe on his face. Sweat is already dripping down from the edges of his hairline, casting his skin in a dewy glow under the dancing candle lights.

"I'm not the only one," I murmur, tapping the back of my fingers on the bulge in his snug pants.

Baekhyun groans, pulling me into another kiss, making me gasp when he tugs me closer to the edge of the counter, his hardon right against my heated core. I shiver, wanting to widen my legs and close them at the same time when he rolls his hips, the thin fabric of my lace thong doing nothing to conceal his erection from my throbbing clit.

Our loud moans and sloppy kisses fill the air, the temperature rising in the room with every roll of his talented hips. I tighten my grip on his hair, gritting my teeth to hold back the tension building between my legs. 11 months has been way too long for me to not be intimate with someone like this, but looking up at Baekhyun's already fucked out face, I wouldn't have it any other way.

With shaky hands and quivering legs, I reach down to undo Baekhyun's belt, flinging it out of my way before pulling his zipper down. My hand slips a few times when he moves my thong to the side, sliding his middle finger into my greedy core.

"Ah…" I pant, tilting my head back as he trails searing kisses down my neck. "Fuck." The feeling of him inside of me after so long has me squeezing my thighs around his waist, fighting the wave threatening to fall over me when he finds my sweet spot immediately.

"So good for me," He murmurs, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. He slips in another finger when I finally pull his cock out of his boxers, swirling my fingers around his tip and stroking him in my firm grip. We speed up as we pant into each other's mouths, too turned on and drowned in pleasure to keep up with our kiss.

"Fuck, baby." He pulls back, cheeks flushed a pretty red hue, "C-condom-"

"No time for that." I shake my head, digging my heels into his lower back only to pause, narrowing my eyes at him. "Unless-"

He shut me up with a kiss this time. "No." He murmurs, meeting my eyes, his firm grip tightening on my hips. "No one else but you."

I am surprised by his answer, but I just nod, letting him continue. I might not be able to read Baekhyun like a book as he says I do, but I know he doesn't fuck around when it comes to his health. Let alone when it concerns the pretty, thick dick he has. Brushing his hair away to look into his eyes, I part my lips only for my breath to hitch, blushing at the feeling of him aligning his cock with my entrance.

"May I?" He murmurs, resting his forehead on mine.

The annoying throb between my legs has me clenching my teeth. "If you don't-" I gasp, clutching onto his shoulders as he slides in to the hilt. The burn of him inside me after so long is more than I expected.

Baekhyun pauses to let me adjust, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips that just makes me spasm around him. A gasp escapes him in turn, his slender fingers digging into the soft swell of my hips. "Easy, baby." He strains, voice deepened in lust.

"Easy for you to say," I grumble through gritted teeth, my back arching when he circles his hips. He presses flush against my goosebump-covered skin, giving me warmth as he starts up a comfortable rhythm, spreading my legs as far as the counter will allow. I can't help but gulp, leaning back against my braced palms. Just the view of his stunning body fully dressed beside his unzipped leather pants is messing with my head, let alone his cock pressing every spot within my walls that drives me insane.

Baekhyun pulls out, and before I can say anything, I hear his knees hitting the floor. Silver locks of hairbrush against my inner thighs moments before warm, wet sensation brushes against my clit.

"Mmm," He moans, tightening his grip on my thighs when I jolt. He pulls me even closer to the edge of the counter, placing my legs over his shoulders, "Come here."

All I can manage to do is tangle my fingers in his luscious locks. Hopefully they are strong enough to sustain my knee-jerking tugs when he drags his lips over my core, sticking his tongue into my hole and taking my folds between his lips. Baekhyun is just… gentle, slurping and smacking his lips against my throbbing core without a care. He's taking his time down there as if he has all the time in the world. I feel bad for my arousal dripping onto the counter and all over his chin—it's embarrassing, but it's never been this… this good.

"So sweet," He murmurs, sliding his warm palms up my waist.

Trying my best not to succumb to the coil in my stomach, I risk a glance down at him. The sight of his tongue poking out from between his coated lips to caress my swollen nub in the gentlest of ways has me tensing up—even more so when his brown eyes flicker up to meet mine.

"Baekhyun." I pant, tugging harder on his hair.

"Come on," He breathes, gripping my hips when I start to tremble.

"B-Baekhyun." It takes everything in me to hold on, bracing myself against the counter. "I want you inside…" I throw my head back when he slips a finger inside, quickly followed by another.

"Give it to me." He demands, so softly in an airy tone, his breath hitching at a particularly hard tug on his roots. He's damn near pleading for it and it's driving me crazy. "Come all over my face, baby."

Yeah, there's no winning this fight. With his lewd words and soft lips wrapping tight around my clit, rolling it around inside of his mouth with his tongue, that's it. Game over. How I managed this long without falling over the edge by the works of his mouth is a mystery within itself.

Baekhyun doesn't stop humming and massaging my clit with his lips until I softly push his head away, closing my shaking legs. He stands back up, sliding his hands up my thighs and leaning in for a kiss. It's different from the others we've shared tonight, filled with a certain hint of gentleness and love that matches the yearning and adoration in his sparkly brown eyes.

"Fuck, Riley." Baekhyun pulls back, cock twitching in my hand when I rotate my wrist. He cards a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief. "You are driving me crazy."

"Yeah?" I drawl, wrapping my thighs around his waist. "Come show me crazy."

"I'm not gonna last…" He admits, looking worried.

"How long do you plan on loving me, Byun Baekhyun?" I demand, tucking my index finger under his chin for him to face me.

Baekhyun's eyes dance like shimmering orbs of light. "Until my last dying breath."

"Well," I breathe, butterflies fluttering my stomach when his words settle in. "I'm sure we can fit in plenty of rounds until then."

The sweetest smile forms on his handsome face before his brows knit together, biting his bottom lip when I pull him back inside, digging my heels into his back.

"Don't hold back," I whisper into his ear, brushing my lips over his neck. Baekhyun takes a shaky breath, pulling away until only his tip is in my sensitive core. The bruising grip he has on my hips is the only warning I get before he plunges back inside. 

Baekhyun doesn't hold back in the slightest. He sets a fast, near brutal pace, lifting my hips to slam inside of me at an angle that has me screaming his name, clinging onto his clothed shoulders for dear life.

"Fuck, baby." He groans, his steady rhythm taking on sloppy, shallow thrusts. The squelch of our joined bodies stirs up an unexpected heat in me. "I'm gonna-"

"Yeah," I breathe, locking my legs around the back of his trembling thighs. My heart and pussy clench in earnest at the expression on his face.

Baekhyun pants, sweat dripping down his forehead and falling off of his jaw. The flap of his jacket exposing his chest with his shaky movements. "Can I-"

I lick the salty sweat from his heated skin, sucking harshly where his collarbone meets his gorgeous neck. "Inside me, B."

He groans the loudest one of the night, hiding his face in my neck as he pounds into me. His cum spills deep inside, hot and messy. The warmth of it triggers my own release. I have to bite down on his shoulder to contain the uncontrollably loud moan that's ripped from my throat with his final gentle thrusts.

Baekhyun slows down to a stop, his chest flushed to mine while we try to regain our breath. The smell of sweat and sex permeating the air has me giggling breathlessly, running my fingers through his damp hair.

"Fuck—baby," He mutters, hurrying to pull out. "Your dress."

"It's-" I moan, biting my lip when he slides his fingers back in.

"Where's a towel," He frantically looks around, the most comically concerned expression on his handsome, dewy face. "There it is! Ah, it's too far away... I'm sorry, baby-" He stops when I wrap my hand around his wrist, slipping his cum covered fingers between my lips.

"Take it off of me," I whisper, staring right into his dilated eyes.

"You'll be cold," He murmurs, looking between my eyes and my mouth sucking on his fingertips.

"Then warm me up," I purr, wrapping my thighs back around his waist.

Baekhyun's jaw drops, his cock already stirring against me. I reach down to take him into my hand, rubbing my fingers around his tip. "You'll be the death of me." He groans, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling me into a searing kiss.

Hours later, we're curled up in bed. My head on his pillow with his hands in my hair.

"W-Will you stay the night?" Baekhyun whispers, brown eyes no longer showing signs of tiredness.

I smile, completely in love with this new side of him. Baekhyun, in all that he is, is the most beautiful man in the world. "Of course, baby," I murmur, tracing random shapes on his honey skin.

He perks up with the most beautiful smile growing on his face, gently pulling me closer until my head rests on his chest, his fast-beating heart a dead giveaway to how happy he is. I kiss over his heart, looking up into his shimmering brown pools of love. Is he...? Gently swiping my finger under his eye has a tear falling down his cheek. And another. And another…

"You mean everything to me," He breathes, arms and legs tangled so much with mine I don't know where he ends and I begin.

I smile, falling asleep to the beat of his steady heart and the security of his warm arms. "You mean the world to me."

•••

Time goes by so fast when you're happy and in love, turning even your hardest days into nights that you want to remember. Just having that person you love the most by your side, through thick and thin, for better or for worse, makes all the difference in the world.

—The only downside is how agonizing time passes when you are apart.

I pop my bubble gum with my chin resting in my palm, humming and tapping my pen on my desk. After catching up on a day's worth of paperwork, (blame my procrastination… and spending the weekend at Baekhyun's,) I'm bored, impatiently waiting for noon. There's only one way to fix this mood before I'm in a slump for the rest of the day, and looking at the home screen of my phone, I plan to arrange that very soon. 

As soon as 12:00 pops up on the clock, I tap the first number on my speed dial, pressing my ringing phone to my ear.

"Hello?" His honey-smooth voice flutters over the line.

"Baekhyun." I apply a fresh layer of lip gloss to my lips, tucking away my hair to make sure my diamond earrings don't get tangled. "Are you free for lunch?"

"Yeah." He mumbles distractedly, shuffling papers filter through the call before a door shuts.

"Come over." I demand, hanging up. Pushing back from my desk, I walk over to my vanity table, straightening out my black lace, sleeveless bra from under my robe. It's mid-Spring again, already hot enough to wake me up in the middle of the night when I don't sleep with my fan on. The perfect excuse for what I have planned for my "week off" of work. I don't care how many business meetings I have to host from the comfort of my own home.

The doorbell rings just as I'm smoothing down my hair, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror. I make my way out of my bedroom and into the living room, pulling the door open with haste.

Baekhyun stands on the other side with wide, frantic eyes, dressed impeccably in a black suit with his slicked back silver hair the slightest bit ruffled. "Riley, what-"

I yank him inside, crashing my lips to his, pressing his body to the door before it slams shut. His scent surrounds me in seconds, vanilla-scented clothes with traces of smoke. The rich citrus of his soft hair and the hint of musk on his skin from a long day of work. My hands are undoing his tucked in shirt before he can get a word in.

"Riley." He grunts, holding me close as I trail messy kisses down his gorgeous neck. I walk backwards to the couch, toppling onto it with him following me.

"How long before your next meeting?" I murmur, pulling him closer by his tie.

Baekhyun visibly gulps, brown eyes darkening significantly before they flicker back up to mine. "They'll survive." He chuckles, licking his lips, leaning in for another frenzied kiss.

Yeah, Baekhyun wasn't kidding about him being a workaholic—which I already knew, but damn if it isn't annoying sometimes. He's more busy stressing over the new designs for his clothing line than helping me plan his 27th birthday party. All my subtle questions to find out what he would want have been futile. It's just been him typing on that damn computer of his for hours.

I go around spraying the plants in his office, talking sweetly to each of them to make sure they get enough Co2. Their droopy leaves need some perking up with the sheer amount of gloom coming off of Baekhyun's furiously typing form.

He abruptly stops, sighing loudly for the 100th time today. "I should give up."

"Nooo," I pout, walking behind his chair to wrap my arms around his neck, taking a small peek at the rough sketches on his computer. " Keep going, don't give up now."

Baekhyun smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. "What do you know about that, hmm?"

"A bit." I smile softly, lightly resting my head on his. "Things may seem shaky now. Just out of reach. No longer within your control." Twirling his hair around my finger, I smile to myself. "But that's okay, it means you are being challenged. And a challenge conquered to the best of your abilities will do you a lot of good." I close my eyes, basking in his presence and comforting scent. "So keep going, you'll never know what you are capable of until you reach the end."

My eyes snap open when Baekhyun suddenly spins around, staring up at me with wide, teary brown eyes. "B-" I wheeze, not expecting him to pull me into his arms, hugging me like a lifeline. "Baekhyun…?" I try again, growing alarmed when his tears wet the front of my shirt.

He only holds me tighter in response, his chest silently heaving against mine. I slowly wrap my arms around him and gently tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing a kiss to his ear.

He's adorable, in every way, shape, and form. Ugh, I'm going to end up in a love-induced coma one day with the way my heartbeat always skips when I'm around him. No matter if I'm meeting him for lunch or if he comes to work across from me at my desk when I'm chasing deadlines, I wouldn't change a thing for the world.

—Except maybe his sense of timing things.

I startle awake, clutching my racing heart with unsteady breathing. The details of my nightmare slowly fade away, but it does little to calm me down. Feeling a sense of urgency, I clumsily search around for my phone. I'll text Baekhyun; I need to make sure he is okay.

My eyes squint at the bright screen of my phone, not expecting to check it in the middle of the night, let alone the notification I find there.

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Baekhyunee💘💕🥺💓😘

Thursday, 2:34 am

Riley

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Hlep

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I nee d u

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I fly out of bed like a bat out of hell, rushing over to his apartment, nearly hitting three pedestrians on the way. Parking hazardly in the first empty parking spot I find before jumping out and all but running to the fourth floor. I pound on his door loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood until he opens up, revealing bloodshot eyes and a can of beer in his hand.

"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" I pant, resting my hands on my knees and frantically looking him over. He mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. "What?" I demand, trying to catch my breath.

"I-I just..." He mumbles sluggishly, slouching his shoulders with sadness in his puppy eyes. "I just miss you."

My frantic heart softens. "Get inside and sit down." I demand, pressing a kiss to his cheek before closing the door.

I love this man so fucking much. Even if he annoyingly wakes me up sometimes at 2 to 3 am, I'd run over to his place with my baggy pants and sleeping cap in a heartbeat.

•••

June rolls back around before I know it. This time, however, I plan to decline Jongin's offer to participate in the dance competition again. But to my uttermost surprise, he'll be taking Kyungsoo instead. For tap dancing.

???

Just how multi-talented is Baekhyun's group of friends? Spare me some of that energy, please?

Speaking of friends, Chanyeol's tall figure invited us over to his house today, the mansion that he used to share with Baekhyun and Jongdae.

—I have a grudge against him right now though because he literally called Baekhyun in the middle of the night to challenge him to some video game duel. The comical way his face changed when he saw me glaring at him from the corner of their video call though. By the end of their conversation, an invite was extended to me and Sehun too. It's "best friends" night, and boy do I have a lesson for Park Chanyeol. Lesson one: never underestimate a woman on a mission. In work, life, or on the playing field.

"Damn, man," I mumble, looking wide eyed at the huge flat screen TV and various game consoles around the room. "Leave you alone with the mansion for 2 years and you stocked up your mancave to the finest degree."

Chanyeol flicks a few buttons on the wall next to the door that dims the lights, letting the bright TV and a few arcade games illuminate the room. Baekhyun's eyes twinkle brighter than anything else in the spacious room. He goes over to chat with Chanyeol while I stand in the doorway with Sehun.

"Hey," I whisper, nudging him. "Remember when you used to stream your games back in the day? And the pink hair?"

"Oh yeah." Sehun chuckles while I notice Chanyeol perk up out of the corner of my eye. "I had a setup similar to this back at home." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, taking another look around. "Less impressive though," He mutters, crinkling his nose.

Chanyeol quickly walks over. "Number one victory royale?" He asks, eyes wide. "King of the south-bound?"

"Moisty mire extraordinaire...?" Sehun inquires, eyes widening as well. 

Chanyeol stares him down for a long, hard minute, and then raises his hand. "Truce?"

Sehun smirks, gripping Chanyeol's hand firmly in his. "Truce."

I blink, more than confused. Baekhyun catches my eye and just winks.

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

I'm having a huge dilemma—no, a midlife crisis. All hell is about to break loose and I'll be in the center of it.

Baekhyun asked me out on a date—I know, I know, listen! 

He asked me out on a date… with barely any hints on what to wear.

He didn't say, "wear whatever you want," when I called him earlier. He told me to, "wear something nice."

Nice?! Nice. That's all I got while he remained tight-lipped about his own outfit. At least give me a color, man!!!

So, here I am, swiping clothes left and right in my closet like a madwoman until my eyes land on the perfect dress. One of sheer beauty and elegance.

A white, off the shoulder, hollowed out strapless mini dress with floral patterns from start to finish. The sleeves are made completely out of lace, the ends resting beautifully on the back of my hand. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, keeping my makeup light, only focused on enhancing my features. My phone buzzes just as I recap my eyeliner.

Your chariot awaits.

Giggling, I quickly type up a reply, tucking my phone into my clutch while wondering what this 'chariot' could be. Baekhyun sure does fancy using these cheesy words lately it seems.

Strutting down to the parking lot as gracefully as this dress will allow, I feel thankful for the warm summer night air. Bugs and I, when I'm wearing a dress like this, I need all the warmth I can get.

A blue jeep pulls up and honks at me, confusing me for a second because it isn't Baekhyun's Audi until they roll the passenger window down, revealing Jongdae's ever-bored face.

I blink a few times. "...What kind of low budget uber is this?"

"Yah!" Chanyeol loudly protests, barely overpowering Jongdae's rambunctious laughter. He glares at the brunet clutching his stomach.

"Hop in, Cinderella." Jongdae chuckles as the car doors unlock. 

I carefully climb into the back seat, readjusting the hem of my dress.

"Someone got all dolled up tonight." Jongdae grins, shooting a teasing look back at me.

"Ubers don't talk much, Dae." I point out, watching the city lights fly by while Chanyeol pulls off and navigates us down barely familiar roadways. "Where are we going?"

Chanyeol meets my eye in the rearview mirror. "Where do you think?"

"If I didn't have your mother's number on my speed dial I'd call the police, Park," I grumble, resting my elbow on the car door and my chin in my palm. Jongdae's laughter quirks a smile on my lips while Chanyeol continues driving with furrowed brows and a grumpy frown on his face.

After a while of speeding cars and the radio quietly playing, a certain blue building catches my eye. "Where are we?" I perk up, my eyes widening at a sign in the distance. "Is this...?"

"UN Village," Jongdae supplies.

"Step on the gas, Yeol."

"I-I'm not sure you want to do that, Riley." Jongdae tries to diffuse the situation, his weary features flickering over to the competitive expression forming on Chanyeol's face. "You could get motion sickness and-"

"I thought you were the fastest on the road, Yeol," I fake pout, subtly making sure my seatbelt is secure. "I guess I was wrong."

"Oh yeah?" The tall oaf counters, bursting for a challenge at this point.

"Riley," Jongdae tries again when Chanyeol sits up straighter, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Don't-"

I curl my lips up into a shameless, cheshire cat grin. "Betcha."

My back thuds against the seat when he accelerates. Chanyeol weaves in and out between other vehicles on the road like no one's business. Thankfully the traffic is light tonight and we are taking a lot of unpopular backroads. Heaven knows what would happen if he did this in the heart of Seoul.

Jongdae holds onto the passenger car door and the back of Chanyeol's seat for dear life, the reflection of him in the mirror looking a little green against the bright city lights. By the time Chanyeol slows to a stop, he's leaning his arm across the dashboard, tucking his head between his knees.

"Never," He croaks out, gasping for air. "Again."

Chanyeol's triumphant smirk has me holding back a giggle. I direct my eyes out the window to avoid Jongdae's disgruntled glare.

"Ha! You call that fast?" I grin, hopping out of the car on wobbly legs. "My Grandma can drive better than that."

"Riley," Jongdae pipes up weakly, holding his stomach while Chanyeol's nostrils flare, big brown eyes ablazed. "Don't encourage him, he isn't your ride home."

I begin to rebuke, but pause, noticing an odd building in the distance. "What the…" It's a giant white structure with a curved entrance, another one of those intricate places that the Hannam-dong architects must have loved to build here. "What kind of building is that?"

"Keep walking," Chanyeol nods, gesturing to the long walkway between the tall walls. "You'll see."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, making me nervous for a moment, but the good gut feeling I get from looking between both their expressive eyes encourages me to move forward. "Thanks for the ride, Yeol," I say softly, patting his jeep before taking a few steps back. Smirking mischievously over at Jongdae. "Sorry for making you lose your lunch, Dae."

He waves me off with a fake annoyed expression, not able to hide the curl of his little smile.

I spin around on my heels, walking through the entrance between the two curved walls. The clicks of my heels on the pavement is the only sound I hear. Following the uneven path, I crinkle my nose, wondering what the hell Baekhyun is up to this time. Got me out here walking down curved pathways in the dark.

Well, apparently the building curls all the way around to a see-through door in the middle, but that isn't what makes me stop in my tracks. It's that flash of familiar silver hair.

Baekhyun leans against the wall with his silver hair parted in the middle, twinkling under the bright lights. Wearing a white blazer, a white t-shirt and silver leather pants. The metal of his belt catches the light along with the rings on his fingers and accessory necklaces adorning his neck.

I snap my jaw shut, making my way over to him. "Baekhyun…"

He smiles warmly, little strands of hair dangling in his eyes in the most handsome way. "Hey."

"Hi," I whisper. "You look…" Eyeing him from head to toe—to those damn sexy heeled boots, I'm at a loss for words. "Wow."

Baekhyun chuckles, moving off of the wall to walk closer to me, taking me by the hand. "You look beautiful as well," He murmurs, kissing every knuckle on the back of my hand.

I feel my face heat up all the way up to my ears. I've only been out here with him for 5 minutes and I'm already about to faint from the softness blooming in my frantic heart. "What are we doing tonight?" I ask softly, not sure if I want to keep gazing into his sparkly brown eyes or look away from the butterfly-inducing adoration written all over his face.

"It's a surprise," Baekhyun supplies, chuckling at the impatient expression on my face. He brings my hand to his cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. "Walk with me?"

My heart goes into overdrive. With that look on your face? I couldn't deny you if I tried.

I nod and let him take the lead, resting my head on his shoulder. There's something about being with him at night like this. Something unexplainable and magical in the air. The soft fabric of his blazer brushing against my cheek and the light July wind blowing through his hair. He's so warm and smells so good I have to bite my tongue not to drag him back to my apartment just to curl up next to him on the couch.

Something tells me that tonight will be a special one, but really, if it's with Baekhyun, anywhere and everywhere, I'll love it either way.

I notice something out of the corner of my eye when we step out onto a sidewalk, briefly lifting my head from Baekhyun's shoulder. "Dokseodang Children's Park?" I mumble curiously.

Baekhyun hums. "This is my favorite place." His eyes sweep over the slightly aged equipment, resting a hand on my back.

Humming myself, I start to reply only for my eyes to dart over at the dirt road ahead.

Baekhyun immediately takes notice, coming to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. "What is it, hmm?"

I look up at the annoyingly buzzing light pole. "That flickering light-"

Baekhyun snaps his fingers, and the whole world goes black for a moment, then a dozen lights twinkle in the darkness. Fireflies lighting up the night under the shine of the full moon.

"Come on." His honey-smooth voice rings, softly squeezing my hand before leading the way. I rest my other hand on his arm and watch my every step, realizing we are climbing a hill with the deep slope brushing against the front of my heels. Grass crunches under our footsteps, crickets sing their late night songs of cheer, and then I see a peek of something bright as we near the top of the hill. I gasp, nearly tripping in my haste to get a closer look, my heartbeat skyrocketing when we reach the edge of the steep hill.

A stunning table seated for two sits in the middle of the plateau, with a cooler holding an unopened bottle of champagne. Dome-covered plates are set on the white table cloth and a few candles are lit on the table. Vanilla fragrance flutters in the gentle wind as I take in the dozens of lanterns hung up in the tree above. Brightening up the area surrounded by miles upon miles of other rolling hills without outshining the moon. I even spot the UN Village sign at the other side of the park; you can see everything from up here.

"Baekhyun…"

He smiles so brightly when I look at him. "Yes, my love?"

You mesmerizing little hopeless romantic. I can only press a kiss to his soft cheek, hugging him.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," I mumble into the safety of his shoulder.

He rests his head on mine, hugging me to his chest. "Then why are you hiding, hmm?"

"I love it so much," I mutter, fully content to stay here for a few more minutes. "It's so pretty I have tears in my eyes. I can't believe you."

Baekhyun chuckles, rubbing my back so soothingly it takes all my strength to not melt further against him. The heavenly scent of vanilla once again meets my nose; we have a date waiting for us.

Slowly pulling away, I look into his sparkly brown eyes, smiling shyly before making my way over to the table. He's a step ahead of me in an instant, pulling out a chair for me while I giggle, hiding my adoring smile and red face behind my hand. God, my heart is racing so hard I swear it's threatening to jump out and run to him.

I give him a grateful smile, my skin buzzing under the familiarity of his gentle touch when he pushes me in, his citrus and cinnamon scent perfectly blending with the vanilla while he walks to take his own seat across from me.

Baekhyun sighs softly, tilting his head with a nearly playful smile. "Ready?"

Grinning a little, I tilt my head to the opposite side, relishing in the twinkles of amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Ready as I'll ever be."

He chuckles. "On three?"

I nod, gripping the handle on the top of the dome cover with another smile.

"One," He leans closer to his dome, mischief swirling in his brown eyes. "Two."

More than amused, I play along, butterflies fluttering in my stomach under his beaming smile.

"Three!"

I lift up the dome, setting it aside while taking in the food neatly arranged on the plate. It's a Korean cuisine that I haven't seen before, full of delectable vegetables and tender meat. Watching Baekhyun take his first bite has my mouth watering for two reasons. I carefully cut a slice of beef, closing my eyes when it melts on my tongue. Holy shit, who is the chef behind this? That person needs a raise.

"Kyungsoo made it," Baekhyun smiles, chuckling when I hum at my next bite. "I have to help him out next week though," He frowns, nearly pouting. "He doesn't like doing things last minute."

Recalling the whole ordeal for Jenny's birthday, I can't help but laugh. "I know," I smile, resting my chin in my palm.

Baekhyun smiles, his nose scrunching adorable while cutting another piece of meat.

Conversation flows naturally between us, as always. Baekhyun is just like that, an easy person to talk to, but it's much different than before. He hums a lot, resting his chin on his palm while gazing at me with adoring and attentive eyes, the tiniest of loving smiles on his face. If I wasn't wearing this expensive white dress, I'd lean over the table and kiss the hell out of him.

However, the mood changes slightly when we are nearly done. He keeps tapping his fingers on the table and his foot against the leg of his chair, clearing his throat with a worried expression on his face.

"Bae?" I call softly, tilting my head at his lack of response. Tired of the constant clink of his leather boot against the wooden chair, I nudge my foot against his. "Are you alright?"

He blinks, sitting up straight at once. "Yes, love." He clears his throat again, smiling shyly. "Wanna dance with me?"

"Dance?" I look around at the grassy nature and chirping wildlife, meeting his eyes again. "There isn't any music here, B."

He shakes his head, standing up. "Yes there is."

"I-" I go quiet when he takes my hand, resting it over his beating heart. Looking up into his imploring brown eyes, I start to understand. I nod, slowly standing up as well, following him over to the empty side of the hill.

Baekhyun lifts up our joined hands, interlocking our fingers together and resting his other one on the small of my back. I rest my free hand on his shoulder, gazing deeply into his brown pools of warmth. He makes the first move, slowly stepping forward while I take a step back. The crickets chirp louder with every movement we make, growing more confident by the minute.

Melting at the way his heart beats against mine, I look up at the stars, millions and billions of twinkling lights filling up the night sky. Meeting Baekhyun's gaze again, however, reminds me that not all the stars and planets combined can outshine the sparkling light in his warm brown eyes. He smiles softly as if hearing my thoughts, squeezing my hand before spinning me around, welcoming me right back into his loving arms.

I could spend forever like this, staring into his eyes and listening to his beating heart. Just the two of us while the rest of the world fades away, nothing but background noise to our undying love.

"Look," Baekhyun perks up, looking up at the stars. My eyes flicker up, widening at the shooting star streaking across the night sky. "Make a wish," He murmurs warmly, taking a step back.

Feeling a sense of hope and childlike urgency, I whip around to face the star head on. What should I wish for? The star is reaching the edge of the sky! Sensing Baekhyun's comforting figure behind me, I have all the answers I need.

I wish… Closing my eyes, I clasp my hands together, finding strength in the soft summer breeze. For a love like this, for all of eternity. The last few streaks of the star fade away when I open my eyes, smiling softly until I remember where I am and a certain someone who is with me. Where is Baekhyun? Stiffening up, I quickly spin around in alarm, slapping my hands over my mouth at the sight.

Baekhyun: on one knee, holding up a small jewelry box with shaky hands and vulnerable. "Why do you look so scared?" He breaks the ice, chuckling nervously.

"I thought you left," I blurt, snapping my mouth shut.

He laughs fully this time. "No." He shakes his head, smiling up at me with the sweetest of smiles. "I'm right here."

I take a deep breath, nodding slowly.

"I love you," He declares warmly, keeping his eyes steady on mine. "I love the way my name falls from your lips, the soft swell of your hips, the love in your fingertips." He smiles. "How your doe eyes go wide when you're surprised. The way you curl up next to me in your sleep when I'm working at night." A little grin forms on his face. "The shy expression you get when you ask if I want the rest of your food and that little song you always sing nonstop around the house when you're happy."

I cover my face in embarrassment, peeking at him from between my fingers.

Baekhyun chuckles, continuing, "I love the little notes you leave when you make me lunch. The way you squeak when I kiss right here." He taps the back of his right ear. "Your beautiful mind and all the mischief that comes with it..." He laughs a little. "The way you nag me when I don't dry my hair and yet always end up doing it for me anyway."

"Your sarcasm and loving touch," He murmurs, sparkles dancing bright in his eyes. "The dimples you try to hide when you smile." He cracks another grin. "Your quirky mismatched socks and way of talking." He laughs warmly when I groan, rethinking all my life choices. "How red your face gets when I compliment you." He hums. "Your loud, high pitched, raspy laugh that I know you hate but I simply adore."

"Oh my god," I cover my eyes, knowing how right he is and how hot my face feels right now.

"How sexy your accent is and how sassy you get when you're angry," He murmurs humorously, giving me a knowing look. "That high horse you climb on when you don't want to admit you are wrong that leaves me frustrated and amused at the same time." He chuckles, sighing softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. "The look on your face when you cry that makes me want to hold you and hide you away from the world."

My heart squeezes as tears spring to my eyes. I sniffle softly, fanning my face while meeting his loving eyes.

"I love everything about you." He takes a shaky breath. "Not a day goes by where I'm not grateful for you coming into my life."

He looks down for a moment, blinking rapidly before flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I know I'm not much," He mumbles. "I-I know I've done so much shit in the past that you have every right to walk out on me for. I know that you deserve way better than me." He swallows thickly, lips trembling before he presses them into a thin line. "Even with all of this, I have some promises I want to make."

Baekhyun raises his head, reaching to take my hand in his. "I promise not to run away. I promise to communicate. I promise to stay by your side through every blessing and hardship you go through." My heart pounds at the determination in his words and sincerity in his shimmering eyes. "I may not be the perfect man for you." A hint of remorse sparks briefly in his brown eyes. "But I promise to love you with all that I have—with all that I am," He pauses, holding my hand securely in his. "Until my last dying breath… If I break any of these promises you have permission to kick me where the sun doesn't shine." He mumbles in a jokingly grumpy tone, smiling when I giggle.

"I promise to love you until the end of time." His voice starts to wobble, hands shaking while looking deep into my eyes. "Please," He opens the box, revealing a sparkly, rose gold ring with matching gems lining the sides. "Marry me, and be mine."

"Yes." I choke out, tears streaming down my face when I bend down to cup his tear-streaked cheeks in my hands. "Yes. Yes! A million times yes."

Baekhyun stands up, slipping the ring onto my ring finger with uttermost care. As soon as he's done, he pulls me close, sealing my lips in a searing kiss that I gladly let take my breath away.

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"Unzip me?" I ask, peeking up at him from under my eyelashes.

Baekhyun hums and I spin around, chills going down my spine when his hands gently brush my hair out of the way, warm fingertips brushing over my cool skin. The instant relief of being free from the snug material has nothing on his quiet gasp as he slowly drags the zipper down. He steps back while I shrug off the dress, leaving it to pool at my feet before turning to face him.

His hair color looks out worldly under the favor of the moonlight; shining strands of silver and dark grey swaying with the summer breeze. The way the light reflects off his chains casts him in an eternal glow as he looks at me with those warm, brown eyes. The hints of adoration and need in those captivating orbs break me from my trance.

I take more steps until I'm standing in front of him, pushing his blazer off his shoulders and tilting my head to meet his awestruck gaze, my tone soft and warm, "Baekhyun."

He gulps, letting it fall to the floor while I rest my hand on his chest, placing the other on the back of his neck. The fast beating of his heart under my palm makes me smile before my lips press to his, savoring the taste of champagne on his tongue. I tighten my hold on him when he wraps his arms around my waist, backing me up to the bed.

I sit perched on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him when he pulls off his t-shirt, exposing lean muscle and honey-toned skin to my hungry eyes. I can't help rubbing down his chest and gazing at him from head to toe, smiling at the tint of pink to his cheeks. His leather pants join the scattered pile on the floor before he joins me on the bed, his gentle hands pulling off the rest of our clothes.

"You sure are being bashful tonight," I murmur, lightly tangling my fingers in his hair, relishing in how his warm body presses mine to the cool sheets.

Baekhyun smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to my collarbone. "Let's take things slow tonight." He meets my wide eyes with his adoring ones, pulling the covers over our bodies when I give a timid nod.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1)  P(2) | Part 6 P(1)  P(2) —– P(3)  P(4) —– P(5)  P(6) | ♬♩♪♩ FINALE P(1)  P(2)✓

Cry with me

A/N: 

HA! Y'all thought I was going to break these two up forever. I still had the Un Village scene left!!! >:'D A lot has happened in this long asf Finale and you know, on one hand (me being me) I'm never satisfied with it, HOWEVER those last two scenes? Yeah, that's the best for me. :')

Okay I NEED TO RANT for 2 minutes. *inhale*

I have never, ever EVER had such a hard time writing a character. My perfectionism really popped out in Jackson's scenes, I swear. I tried writing about this man and it just didn't feel right because I don't know him as well. I legit spent almost a week watching Youtube videos, GOT7 music videos, JACKSON SOLO VIDEOS and fell down a rabbit hole of smut (typical smfh) just to figure out how to present him properly! I know writing is all about how you present your character and how you can make them different than the person you base them off of but holy f*ck I wanted him accurate and that accuracy kicked me in my nonexistent balls… so that up there was the final result *deep exhale*

After all of this I can safely say that Jackson is one of my favorite soloists and member of GOT7 bye-

-THE ACTUAL END NOTE WITHOUT THE RAMBLING-

We've finally made it, loves. Six Phases is completed. It's been 2 long years of writing this story. 2 years full of laughter, smiles, dance breaks, hardships and tears.

I'm writing this end note before I even finish the story that you've read above. I'm writing this little note while on hiatus. I'm writing this while in the process of working on this story so I can heal - because that is the very reason this story was created. For healing. For growth.

The Baekhyun character you all know, see, hate and love? His expressions of love are heavily influenced by IRL Jenny; my girlfriend; my heart. My coauthor; my other half.

Without her, I wouldn't know genuine happiness, vulnerability, or to know that someone can love you unconditionally. Flaws and all. Without her, I would have stopped at chapter 4 and disappeared from the writing world forever. She taught me that it is okay to be open, my loud annoying rambling self and that I deserve to follow my dreams. She has stopped me from deleting this story a hundred times. She is the reason why I opened my heart time and time again to truly let these characters' voices be heard. Their flaws and all.

Every character is a part of me, but Baekhyun and Jenny are inspired by her. I can't express how grateful I am to her without crying on you; I've cried enough happy tears while finishing this lmao SO just know that she has helped me a lot with completing this story, and for what I will write in the future.

Before I end this note that has gone on for too long already, I want to express my gratitude and love to everyone who has helped me continue and finish this story. Please don't feel bad if I don't mention you directly, I have warmth in my heart for everyone who has read Six Phases. You being here means the world to me.

Loving Mentions

Miss Kay - you seriously don't know how much you have restored my love for this story. I'll never forget the first time you reblogged SP on tumblr and your comment still brings tears to my eyes. I always thought this story was garbage and seeing how much you enjoyed reading it encouraged me to pick up where I left off. Thank you for everything <3 I can't thank you enough.

Miss Jamie - I always love reading your comments and the theories you had with each new chapter of the story. I'll never forget that Minute Man joke, I swear. I'm still laughing over it. Not to be giddy but I always look forward to your comments ^^ Thank you for always sharing your thoughts about the story with me <3

Sherlock Holmes Anon - dear, you and your THEORIES!!! I adore them all. I love all the knowledge you've brought to the table about the meaning of the colors in this story and its universe. You are amazing and everything you are studying is paying off!!! Wishing you all the best in your studies ^^ show those exams who's boss, they got nothing on you and your lovely brain <333333

My aff loves

Beau1996, alexajjang, byundipyun,

queeniexoxo, byunsugar, Taqdees,

juntar, Vish15, baeknhyu,

Baekie_18, Endzii22, ohyeahbb, Shawolgurl, bbhmystar.

- thank you for all of your lovely comments. Your words made me the happiest in the world. Every time I used to get those instant aff notifs on my phone, I'd run across my house to read them, ahhh~~~ I always love hearing from you <33333

My tumblr lovelies - thank you sooo much for all the love and interactions you've given to my story T-T I'm not tearing up, it's the cake batter in my eyes. You guys are amazing.

My beloved anon readers, tumblr and aff commenters - I'm sending you so many freaking hugs and tissues for the angst you've been exposed to XD hearing the hot tea and ideas you had for this story was such a joy. Thank you <3

I've spent hours a day replying back to you all, no joke. Every comment is precious to me and I always want to give back what you all have given me <333 I hope this story's ending was a happy one for you, I've had it planned since fall 2020 and I'm so happy to finally be able to share it with all of you.

Thank you, for interacting, commenting, subscribing, and upvoting. I appreciate all the love you've given this baby (haha) fic of mine more than you can ever imagine. This story is dedicated to all of you <3

-and oh, don't worry. This isn't the end of Baekhyun & Riley's story, this is only the beginning. <3

Thank you, can't wait to see you soon 0:) <3

~Love a million times over, Nisa

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

[waywardmoeyy]

4am Food Coma

Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,784

Warnings: insomnia, just some familial fluff. 

A/N: This is as much of a feel-good story as I can write late at night. Haha. I hope you all like it! 

My Master List

You sighed as you stared at the drab bunker ceiling. Your body was practically aching from exhaustion, but you mind was racing. Random, deep-rooted memories flashed through you, some causing your heart to pound with regret. This lifestyle had really been taking a toll on you lately, and you knew it was only going to get worse.

You pulled the scratchy, plaid blanket up to your chin and sighed. You could go back to your room, but Dean was snoring to heavily on the other side of the wall. You typically fell asleep before him, but tonight, you just couldn’t get your mind to shut off.

Grabbing your phone beside you, you unlocked the screen and checked the time. 3:34am.

“Well, shit,” you muttered to yourself with another sigh. There was no way you were going to get any sleep at this point. You had promised Sam that, in the morning, you would go with him to some outdoor clothing store a few towns over, and he was always up at the ass crack of dawn. So, that meant you probably only had an hour or so of time to get any sort of shut eye.

The tip-tap of heavy feet approached you from behind the couch. You turned toward the noise, sitting up a little to peer over the back of the couch. In the scarce light, you found your oldest brother approaching you.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing up, sweetheart?” Dean asked, shooting you a concerned look. You sighed and leaned back onto your makeshift pillow.  

“My mind has decided that now is a great time to replay every horrible thing that’s happened in every hunt I can remember. It’s making me nuts. You know me, I’m the one who is always saying that what’s in the past can’t be changed, just let it go. I’m not usually one to dwell, but here I am.” You watched Dean as he plopped down on the edge of the couch, lightly leaning against your feet.

“Sounds like a helluva nightmare, Y/N. Anything I can do to help?” That was a great question, and usually the one you were asking your brothers. You pursed your lips, then gently shook your head.

“I dunno. I think I just need some sort of distraction. I’ve tried watching TV, but my mind just drifts off into another world.” You rolled your eyes. “And I promised Sam I’d go to that store he loves. He wants to leave early. I’m going to be a zombie.”

Dean chuckled as he watched you, probably laughing at the dark rings that were undoubtedly plaguing your eyes. He patted your ankles and smiled.

“I have an idea. Grab a sweatshirt and meet me at the car.” You furrowed your brow as you watched him launch to his feet.

“Wha-wait. What? No. I’m not going out like this. Dean, it’s almost four in the morning! Where are we going?” You slid out from under your blanket. You were clad in baggy pajama pants covered in cat silhouettes, and a tank top that absolutely did not match. Not to mention the quarter sized hole under your right armpit.

“Relax, Bitz, no one’s going to care where were going. Just grab a sweatshirt and some shoes. You have five minutes.” You rolled your eyes at your big brother. He was always up to some sort of shenanigans. But, the two of you were a lot alike, so you usually trusted his crazy schemes.

“Fine, but I’m not going to say I’m excited until I know where we’re going.”

“Calm down, Bitz. You’ll like it.” Bitz, short for Itsy Bitsy, was the nickname Dean gave you when you were too young to talk. Since you were the youngest, and quite obviously the smallest, he thought it was funny. But over three decades later, he still called you by that nickname more than he ever used your real one.

One more unsure sigh left your lungs before you turned towards your room, in search of a jacket.

“I remember there was a place just like this in Omaha. We always stopped when we drove through. I totally forgot this place was here.” You peered down at the menu of the dodgy diner. Dean sat across from you, studying the same menu.

The two of you sat in the corner of the small eatery, only joined by an older man at the bar, obviously a trucker, and a homeless man drifting off on the other side of the building, still half-clutching a cup of coffee.

Dean smiled and nodded, peering up from his menu. “Yeah, it hasn’t changed a bit. It’s like they are all exactly the same. Still better than Biggerson’s, though.” You laughed.

“Yeah, definitely. Their milkshakes are the best! I’m hoping they still are.”

Dean grinned. “Well, let’s find out. I’m not going to eat a big meal then go back to sleep. But, I’ll never deny an Oreo milkshake.” Dean slammed his menu shut and nodded. “What’s your poison? No, wait, lemme guess. Mint chocolate chip?”

Your eyes lit up. You hadn’t had a mint chocolate chip milkshake in years. Most places in the middle of nowhere didn’t have that flavor. Vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry, you cold almost hear a waiter say in their ‘I don’t want to freaking be here’ tone. But this small chain in the center of the country had them, and they were heavenly.

“It’s like you know me or something!” you teased him, before closing your own menu.

Dean chuckled as he eyed the server as they approached your table. “It’s like we’re related.” He winked, before turning to the exhausted young man. He couldn’t have been older that twenty.

“What can I get you?” he droned, his eyes half open. You glanced over at your brother, then back to the young man.

“A mint chocolate chip milkshake please,” you beamed. You smiled, realizing that you were already starting to feel better. You watched as Dean ordered, feeling like you didn’t have a care in the world for the first time in a while.

You all had been hunting for months without any sort of real break. No wonder your mind was on the verge of exploding. You definitely needed to have more breaks and distractions to counterbalance the violent, crazy crap you dealt with day in and day out. But, your brothers were work horses, so that always proved a little difficult.

“Hey, do you think drinking a giant, sugary milkshake is going to be the solution to get me to sleep?” you realized, leaning back in your heavily cracked booth.

Dean shrugged. “Sugar actually helps in a weird way. You eat or drink a bunch of it, fill yourself with sugar, then crash and sleep. Or, the shear amount of food will put you in some type of food-induced coma.” You nodded slowly. It did make sense, weirdly enough.

“Do you think that’s the healthiest thing to do?”

“No, Bitz. But it doesn’t hurt every once in a while. It’s healthier than pulling an all-nighter, then running all around town the next day.” That was true. Plus, there was no way you were going to say no to sugar, whether it was just before sunrise, or sunset. You hadn’t hopped onto Sam’s kale salad bandwagon quite yet.

Within minutes, the server returned with your glorious milkshakes, and a full refill container. The moment your treat was placed down in front of you, you smiled up at your brother in thanks.

The next twenty minutes were quiet, other than the ravenous slurps that came from your straws. Dean finished a few minutes before you, instantly leaning back in his seat.

“Holy shit, that hit the spot.” He smiled as he closed his eyes, instantly in a food coma. You giggled.

“How you didn’t get a single brain freeze baffles me,” you teased, scooting your cup a little closer. A thin line of red light beamed along the horizon, reminding you that you had basically pulled an all-nighter. But, you didn’t care nearly as much as you did before. A sense of peace had enveloped you, or maybe it was the beginning of your own food coma. Either way, you felt a heck of a lot better.

“Thanks, Dean,” you whispered, offering a frozen smile. Dean returned the gesture and nodded.

“Hey, it worked when we were kids. I was sure it was going to work now.” You furrowed your brow.

“What?”

“Yeah, when we came to one of these as kids, Dad would let us order milkshakes. I know you remember. But, what you probably don’t remember is that once you got back in the car, you were out like a light. I don’t even know if the sugar ever got a chance to get to you. I think it was just the comfort food or somethin’.” Dean laughed.

Now that you thought of it, you didn’t really remember the ride afterwards. You just remember waking up just after sunrise, either in the car or arriving home. And, well, that would explain why.

You closed your eyes for a minute, feeling the intense fullness in your stomach. Maybe you were skipping the sugar high yet again, and satiety was leading you straight to real exhaustion.

“Wow, you’re a lightweight,” Dean poked as he lifted from his seat, tossing some money onto the table. You huffed out a chuckle, a little too tired to come up with a witty comeback. “C’mon kid, let’s get you home. You’re going to need some sleep if Sam is going to drag you all over hell tomorrow—uh, today.”

You nodded as you slowly slid out from behind the table. Your brother was already five steps ahead of you, stomping his way towards the door. You slowly followed behind, smiling as you watched him toss a five-dollar bill onto the sleeping homeless man’s table. Then, he opened the door, and waited for you to exit with him.

The moment you settled into your seat, you leaned your head back, resting your head on the top of the back rest. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was practically deadweight. Dean peered over at you as the engine roared to life. He patted your shoulder before putting the car in gear and heading for home.

A long, shuddered sigh left you as you settled into your seat. It was going to be a good twenty minutes or so before you were home. But, your eyes weren’t going to stay open for that long. So, you closed them as you yawned. Within moments, sleep slowly enveloped you, and you weren’t going to fight.

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Love Reunited <> Sebastian Stan

Y/N walked through Central Park, taking in her new surroundings. She just moved to New York, or back to New York. She smiled at the fresh air, the cool November breeze blowing through her hair. Katie walked onto the sidewalk and strolled by the shops and restaurants lining the streets.

Just then, Y/N came across a quaint, 3-story bookstore cafe. She’s never noticed it before, or maybe she just doesn’t remember it. She wandered inside, the little bell on the door jingling, announcing her arrival. She glanced around as the warmth surrounded her. It wasn’t busy. Only one or two other people occupied the place. An older couple sat together, deep in conversation with coffee mugs and a shared piece of pastry in the middle of the small table.

Looking up, there was a balcony on the second floor with the bookstore. There was a set of spiral stairs leading downstairs where, further inside, Y/N spotted the cafe counter and a display case filled with what looked like fresh, delicious cakes and pastries.

She walked in, overlooking the menu and then the display. Just then, as Y/N figured out what she wanted, her eyes darted towards the spiral staircase as footsteps skipped down to the cafe.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Don’t worry, I heard you come in,” Y/N heard a familiar chuckle and voice but thought nothing of it. “What can I…” the voice was cut off as Y/N met the eyes that belonged to the voice.

“Sebastian?” Y/N was completely shocked, her long-time best friend from years ago stood just a few feet away from her. She never thought she’d see him again.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” That smile you could never forget crept onto his face. She started for him.

“Oh my god, it’s so great to see you!” Sebastian exclaimed, meeting her halfway and embracing her in his arms. Y/N never thought she’d feel the homely warmth she only ever experienced with him.

“It’s been too long, Seba,” Y/N never failed to make him blush with that nickname. He smiled as he held her close, missing the love that filled his arms.

“How are you?” She asked as he stood in front of her, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Great, actually. Been keeping busy with this place. Started it up a few years after…” Sebastian stopped short, and Y/N knew what he was gonna say. “After you left.” He finished, Y/N’s face falling at the thought of how they left off. “But, it’s been going well.” A silence fell between the two friends.

“Well, how have you been? Can I get you anything?” Y/N let out a slight giggle at his questions as he made his way around the counter.

“Um… can I actually get a black tea and a brownie?” Y/N asked as he replied, “Of course. Brownies are still your favorite snack, I see.” Y/N blushed. “They look so good. Kinda like the ones you used to make back in the day.” Y/N added with a smile, reminiscing on the memories.

“Well, I actually made everything here,” he gestured towards the display. “Well, me and my co-worker.” He smiles as he hands Katie one of the brownies and begins on the black tea.

“So, how are you? Never thought I’d see you back in New York, not for a while at least.” Sebastian gave her a sweet, sincere smile.

“I’m alright. Not my usual self. Haven’t been for a while, really. I actually just moved back,” She paused, and she knew that look on his face. Confused, concerned, in need to know more. “It’s a long story.” She chuckled, her gaze shifting towards the floor.

“Well, I’d love to catch up. Maybe I could take you out sometime. I close around 7. I could pick you up around 7:30, take you to your favorite restaurant I know you’ve been missing.” Y/N couldn’t help but blush at how well he still knew her. Ever since they met, he always knew her better than she knew herself.

“I’d really like that.” Y/N smiled as Sebastian did so, finishing up her tea.

Y/N stood there, lost in thought at what she and Sebastian used to have before things got all screwed up, before she moved away. She didn’t even realize she was staring at him when he called her name.

Coming back to the present, “Oh, sorry,” she paused, seeing the tea on the counter in front of her. She always became a bit flustered when it came to Sebastian. “Um… what do I owe you?” Y/N questioned, digging in her mini backpack for her wallet.

“No charge. The least I could do for my best friend.” Sebastian replied. “Come, have a seat.” He took her tea and led her to one of the tables in the cafe.

Sebastian excused himself for a moment to check on the couple to see if they needed anything. As he made his way back to Y/N, she was taking off her jacket that hid one of her secrets. It was barely noticeable at first, but Sebastian noticed quickly. He noticed everything about her, even the things no one else did. He didn’t say anything though. She was, what looked like, 3 months pregnant, and he was even more eager for tonight to come. He knew Y/N has been through a lot since they last saw each other.

“So, what’s new besides the cafe? Anyone new in your life?” Y/N offered her famous smirk that Sebastian missed almost more than anything else.

“Well…” Sebastian was about to answer before a child’s voice filled your ears.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise as a little girl, about 5 years old, came running down the stairs towards Sebastian. He opened his arms as she rushed straight into his embrace. He picked her up and perched her on his lap.

“Hey, baby girl.” Sebastian, then, met your gaze and let out a small chuckle. “Y/N, I’d like you to meet my co-worker, more commonly known as my daughter, Grace.” The little girl giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N was speechless. So, this was the co-worker that he was talking about before.

“Daddy, who's that?” Grace asked, glancing towards Y/N.

“This, my love, is Y/N. My very good friend from years ago.” The statement brought a smile to both Sebastian and Y/N’s faces. Grace perked up, leaning forward against the table as Sebastian held her at the waist to keep her secure on his lap.

“You’re Y/N? The one daddy’s always talking about? The girl that stole his heart?” There was a bright sparkle in the little girl's eyes, a look of complete and utter astonishment. Her lips lifted into an adorably beautiful smile.

Y/N could feel the tears building up in her throat at Grace’s words. The thought that Sebastian actually talked about her, thought about her the way he did. She looked up at him with a look of amazement, shock, an emotion unknown in her eyes. Sebastian let out a laugh that Y/N knew was only created from embarrassment. It was cute. She composed herself.

“Well, I don’t know about the last part, but yes, I am Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Grace.” Y/N smiled brightly at the girl. Grace held out her hand, and, shaking her hand, Y/N was amazed at the girl's manners. She must’ve gotten them from her daddy.

A minute later, “Daddy, I’m tired.” Grace admitted, leaning back against Sebastian as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Okay, sweetheart. How about you go upstairs and take a nap? I’ll take you to grandma’s later. I have plans with the pretty lady over here.” Sebastian met Y/N’s gaze, sharing a breathtaking smile, winking at her. Y/N couldn’t help but blush. Grace nodded.

“Nice to finally meet you, Miss Y/N.” Grace squeaked.

“You as well.” Y/N smiled, waving to her as she made her way upstairs. There must’ve been an apartment on the third floor.

Y/N looked back at Sebastian and he had a guilty smile on his face.

“Well, she has some fantastic manners.” Y/N smiled with a bit of a chuckle mixed in.

“Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.” Sebastian let out a small laugh, making Y/N smile more. His laugh was always contagious.

“Well, I hate to take you away from your work, but it doesn’t seem like you’re too busy,” Y/N mentioned, gazing around the vacant cafe before meeting his eyes again.

“You never fail to say what’s on your mind, Y/N,” Sebastian commented, leaning forward on the table, leaning his head in his hand as he offered a sweet smile.

“Some things never change.” Y/N smiles back.

“Well, where to start…” He begins, leaning back in his chair. “I guess, when you left, when I heard you’d moved to L.A. with your boyfriend I never knew about,” the mention of Y/N’s ex made her wince. Sebastian noticed that, too, and knew something must have happened. But, he was going to wait for Y/N to bring it up herself. “I had kinda shut down. I continued with a movie I was working on, and I formed a relationship with one of my co-stars. We had a thing going on for a month or so. One thing led to another and 9 months later, Grace was born.” Sebastian paused as you leaned forward, listening intently on his story.

“It wasn’t a very stable relationship to begin with. Once she had Grace, it had only been a few weeks later that she left. I came home to a note on the table saying that she couldn’t handle whatever was going on at the time. She couldn’t handle a baby. I didn’t think I could either. I had gone into Grace’s room to find her asleep in her crib. I don’t know how long she’d been alone for. She was fine, though, so I guess that’s what matters.” Y/N could see the tears building up, his voice wavering at the memories. He rubbed his eyes, followed by a rough sniffle.

“So, from then on, it was just me and Grace. I knew I couldn’t work on any more movies or accept any more jobs for a while. But, I needed money. So, I bought this building, thinking it would be perfect. A steady business connected to an apartment that easily became home for the two of us. It was hard at first, getting used to living alone with a baby and starting a business. It got easier over time. And since then, there’s never been anyone besides Grace. I’ve never wanted anyone else. She’s all I needed. I’ve had my mom watch over her when I needed help. As she got older, I was able to keep her around here while I worked. She would visit with the customers. They love her.” He chuckled and Y/N smiled at the sweet relationship between the father and daughter.

“Now, she’ll help upstairs in the bookstore if anyone needs help. She’ll help me in the kitchen. Taught her everything we know. She’ll bring orders to customers. She’s just everything I never knew I needed.” Y/N rarely saw this side of Sebastian. There was never a reason to see him this way. He was staring off into space, and you could tell his mind was in a million different places.

“She seems like a great little girl, Seba. I’m glad you’ve had her all this time.” Y/N comforted him. They sat in comfortable silence for a minute or two, staring into each other’s eyes. Y/N never knew she could miss anything or anyone as much as she missed Sebastian. And for him, as he memorized Y/N’s eyes after all those years, he finally reunited with the love he’s always felt for this girl. He just hoped he’d never have to part with it again, never have to part from her again.

“Well, I should probably get back to work. Almost closing time.” Sebastian commented, breaking the silence, and Katie nodded in agreement. “Can I get you anything else? Maybe grab you something to go? Not that I’m rushing you out or anything. Stay as long as you’d like.” He offered, standing up. Y/N giggled as he stumbled over his words, and he just chuckled at himself once he noticed her comforting smile. Y/N stood up as well, though with a little bit of a struggle that he could tell. He took her hand, setting his other on the small of her back, helping her up.

She gave him a weak smile. “Thank you. I’ve been in a bit of pain lately.” She explained, but she didn’t need to.

“No worries. I completely understand.” Sebastian gave her a concerned, but sincere smile.

Y/N locked eyes with him, and she couldn’t help but share the smile.

“It was really nice to see you again, Seba. I missed you.” Y/N confessed as she went in for a hug. Sebastian didn’t hesitate to welcome her into his arms.

“I missed you, too, Y/N. I hope your transition back home won’t be too hard. And don’t be afraid to ask us for anything. We’re happy to help.” Sebastian said with that sweet, loving smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Y/N replied, shrugging on her jacket. “Thank you for the tea and the brownie. Just as good as I remember them.” Y/N smiled, making Sebastian blush lightly.

“Of course. Anything for you, Y/N. I’ll see you tonight, 7:30.” He reminded her in a quiet tone.

“See you then, Seba. Tell Grace I said goodbye.” Y/N responded and he nodded. She blushed as Sebastian leaned down to press a kiss on her cheek. Y/N, then, walked out of the cafe that she predicted she’d be spending a lot of time at in the near future.

[spencesglasses]

sweet creature (spencer reid x f! reader) pt 1

A/N: I did it! I did change the plot a little bit so Spencer does know the reader instead of just meeting her at the BAU. This takes place around season 11/12. Please ignore any grammar or spelling errors hehe. Enjoy! <3

part two

Spencer weaves through the sea of people, heading towards a small coffee shop tucked between two lonely stores. The hustle and bustle of the market square was enough to make Spencer’s need for a serene atmosphere urge him into the cafe. A familiar scent fills his nose when he finally walks in: freshly brewed coffee and muffins straight out of the oven, he concludes.  

“Welcome in!” he heard someone call out from the back. “I’ll be with you in a second!”

He nods and claims his spot on the battered leather couch in the nook of the quiet coffee shop. The building was cold, despite the burning heat outside. Which was good, he supposed, he was never really fond of the heat.

“187!”

Spencer puts his attention to the woman in front of him. His eyes were stuck on her, and his thoughts drowned out most of his surroundings. She and Spencer had known each other for a while now, since the day he walked into her shop on an impromptu coffee run. Spencer went in with a frown on his face and left with a number memorised, but Y/N didn't need to know that. And that next Saturday they found themselves on his couch watching movies and cracking jokes through them all. By the end of their first movie, she was asleep so peacefully Spencer did not have the heart to wake her up. So he stayed there with her, throwing a small blanket over her and making a makeshift bed on the floor below her. Y/N left in the morning for her part-time job, a job he found out keeps her afloat when monthly payments come around.

“Hello,” sang Y/N, waving a hand over his face. “Earth to 187.”

For a moment, he feels out of place while the memory of them clings to him. “Huh?” he clears his throat. “Sorry about that.”

Y/N quirks her brow. “It’s alright, Mr. 187,” she pokes his stomach.

“Doctor, actually,” he grinned, shooing her hand away.

She moved away just before Spencer could poke the spot between her brows, and she made her way back behind the register. “Well, doc, you didn’t come here to sit and look pretty. Whatcha want?” Spencer’s face flushes and she watches him shake his head, as if it was a reluctant reply. “Unless you did come here to sit there and look pretty,” she laughs.

His brows furrowed. “What? I was ju-”

“I’m just messing with you,”

His lips curl into a gentle smile. “Oh,” he looks up at the menu. “You choose.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Spence, I’ll give you the most repulsive cup of coffee you’ve ever had.” she said with a smile.

“The most repulsive cup of coffee, but I’d still love it anyway,” he leans forward against the counter between them.

“And why is that, 187?”

“Because you made it,”

Y/N pushes his head away and starts on the ticket. “Such a charmer, Dr. Reid. So tell me, you use that line often, or are you just trying to get free coffee?”

Spencer taps his finger against his chin in a false ponder. “Both, but free coffee always makes my day.”

Her laugh and the smell of freshly brewed coffee are lively compared to the quietness inside the shop. Seeing her move so effortlessly around the kitchen had more of an effect on him than he’d care to admit. She puts a lid on the cup and pulls a pen out of her apron.

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket pulled him out of his thoughts. “I gotta go,” he said. “We just got a case.”

“Just in time, 187, your coffee is ready,” she slides the cup across the counter.

He takes out his wallet and pulls out a few dollars and Y/N shakes her head, “No need,” it was her turn to shoo away his hands. “It’s on me.”

“So I’m taking my charm worked?” he laughed.

Y/N held her hand over her chest and batted her lashes. “Oh, of course,”

“That usually doesn’t-” Spencer’s phone rang.

“You should go,” she checks her watch. “I actually have to go as well.”

Spencer tilts his head at her. “New job,” she continues.

“I can walk you out,”

“I’m sure the FBI needs you much more than I do, and I think-”

He interrupts her. “You paid for my coffee and the least I could do is walk you out.”

She paused for a beat. “Alright then, doc, I need to clean up a bit then clock out and I’ll meet you out front.”

Spencer nods, turning on his heel and walking through the front doors. She stared at the doors closing behind him, then got to work.

“I can do that if you like,” she hears her coworker, Anna, say. “I see you have a special someone waiting for you.” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Oh please, Spence and I are friends,” she rolls her eyes. “Barely that, we meet each other a month ago and the only times I see him, or actually get to have a proper conversation with him, is when he stops by the shop.”

“Spence?” Anna repeats.

She arched one brow. “Yeah?”

“Nicknames already, huh?” Anna faked yawned.

She threw the rag she was using to clean the counters to her friend. “Just shut up and clean,”

Anna chuckled softly. “Have you told him, by the way?”

Y/N’s head snapped up. She did mean to tell him, but she just did never have the chance to. Now, she had two options: tell him now, or surprise him later.

She frowned deeply. “Not yet.”

-

Y/N hurried to the front and found Spencer leaning against the shop building, fiddling with his watch. The sound of the doors opening alerted him. “Ready?”

She hummed and held out her arm. “Ready.” Spencer linked his arm with hers, and they were on their way. Meanwhile, Y/N had something boiling deep inside her, her thoughts overflowing. Should I tell him now? Of course! This is the last chance you have! It’s not that big of a deal, right? She huffed, digging her nails into her palm.

Spencer’s eyes fall on her, quite literally having to look down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay,”

His voice catches her off guard, and she’s quiet for a moment. This is the perfect opportunity to tell him, Y/N. You’re making a bigger deal than it is. “Don’t profile me, 187,”

“I don’t need to profile you to know something is bothering you,” he separates their arms. “What is it?”

Tell him, Tell him, Tell him. “It’s really nothing,” she said. “I start at my new job today so I’m just nervous,”

This wasn’t a total lie. She was nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous starting at a new job, especially the one she’s about to have. New people, new surroundings, and traveling every other day. It would be a huge adjustment considering the job she has now. Despite the nervousness, she was excited. She was ready for new and bigger things, things her current job could not give her.

“Hey,” he says softly, halting their movements. “You are-”

“Spence, we both have to go,” she snaps.

Spencer watches her as her feet carry her to her car. She didn’t mean to be so blunt. She knew she should just tell him and get it over with, but she couldn’t help but think about how awkward the interaction would be. She didn’t want to intrude. Dammit, Y/N. Why didn’t you just tell him when you had the chance? You’re making this so difficult! She shakes her head. It’s silly that she’s arguing with herself through her thoughts. “I’ll see you in a bit, Spence,”

He gave her a questioning look but before he can question her, she was off.

What is she hiding, he thinks.

-

The train to Quantico was brief, but it gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. What was she being so secretive about? And why was she going to ‘see him in a bit’. He knew he was thinking too much into it, but the profiler in him needed answers.

Spencer made it to his floor as soon as he could, realizing he was 30 minutes late. This wouldn’t be the first time he was late, but it was the first time he was late because he was with her. He rushed through the hallways not paying attention to his surroundings into he heard someone call his name, well his nickname.

“Boy wonder!” he halts and sees Penelope Garcia rushing towards him.

“You’re finally here,” she places her hand on his arm. “We have a case,”

“Hotch sent me-”

“And we have a new addition to the team!” she squeals.

Wait. New job. “See you in a bit”. It couldn’t be. Could it? Is this what she was so nervous about? Starting at the BAU? Not just starting at the BAU, joining their team. Being a new member of their tight-knit group. A new member of their family. Don’t think too ahead on this, Spencer, you don’t even know if it’s her yet. Don’t get your hopes up.

“Oh, you will love her! She fits in so perfectly!” Penelope tugs on his wrist, pulling him towards the wide glass doors.

The bullpen is lively. Everyone seemed happier, more joyful than they’ve had been in a while. His eyes roam left and right, trying to find if his conclusion was true. And there she is. Just as he thought. Y/N. Y/N sitting there with Hotch. And Morgan. And Tara. She sits there as if she has always been there, making jokes with everyone and already having a playful banter with Morgan. He knows Penelope was right, as always.

“Spence!” JJ calls. “Come meet newbie,”

Y/N’s and Spencer’s eyes meet, and they knew exactly what they were thinking. She gives him a sheepish smile and says, “Surprise.”

—

A/N: I just remembered that Emily is only in one episode in season 11 so you’ll probably only see her when I write out that episode and when I write season 12.

But anyway, first chapter! How we feelin’?

Feedback is always appreciated <3

[kythed]

cold war

semi eita x reader

synopsis: how many degrees does it take to melt semi eita? (ficmas day 2!)

“Why would you ever apply for a job at an ice rink,” he says, tone thickly frosted with annoyance, “if you can’t even skate?”

You blink up at your co-worker from the ice, the seat of your pants growing uncomfortably damp. Giggling children and lovesick couples glide by, all far more proficient skaters than you are. You offer the boy standing above you sheepish smile. “It just pays better than babysitting, I guess.”

He doesn’t laugh, just exhales heavily through his nose and hoists you up by the forearm with an unnecessarily harsh grip.

“Ouch,” you say indignantly, but the complaint dies on your lips when he shoots you a glare steely enough to slice through marble. Though the obvious irritation clouding his angular features renders you unable to fully appreciate his good looks, he’s the definition of severe beauty, all fair tousled hair and slate grey eyes.

“Learn how. Or else.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and effortlessly skates away to go rescue a toddler hanging onto the edge of the rink, crying for her mother. You watch as he lifts her up gently and sets her on her feet with an affectionate pat on the head. Then, almost as if he can feel you staring, he whips around and narrows his eyes with an expression that sends a chill down your spine.

You frown, but the pout swiftly turns into a scheming smile.

Semi Eita is cold. But not so cold he can’t be melted.

--

Operation Melt Semi starts small. The next day, you get to the rink early and wait for him to arrive. When he walks through the door, shrugging off his heavy parka, you sidle up to him and offer him a cheery “Morning, Semi!” along with a beaming grin.

“Morning,” he says, not even sparing you a glance as he ducks into the men’s lockers. Your face falls. Damn it. This might be a little harder than you’d previously anticipated.

You try again that Friday when you catch him in the coat room while you’re both sitting on the bench and changing into your skates. He knots his laces almost aggressively, pulling them so tight they cut angry red lines across his palms.

“Your hair looks good like that,” you say tentatively. It’s parted down the middle today, and it really does suit him. “Very nineties.”

Semi gives you an incredulous look before briefly glancing into a reflective window. He turns back, reaches into his pocket, and unwraps a piece of gum without offering you one. You bristle with annoyance but keep the sunny smile plastered across your face-- your cheeks are beginning to numb.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Um, yeah, kinda.” You cringe inwardly when your voice cracks.

“Gross,” he says, jumping up and leaving you to struggle with your laces. You sigh and slump down. Bastard.

On Saturday, however, and every day you see him after that, he has his hair parted down the middle. He doesn’t mention it again, and neither do you, but you do feel a small sense of victory every time he runs a careful hand through his silvery locks, setting them in place after lapping the rink.

--

A couple weeks later, you’ve just gotten off your morning shift, a little bruised and battered (both physically and emotionally). Semi had still been forced to save you from the cruel, slippery ice a couple times, of course, so you’d taken the opportunity to thank him profusely, and you swear you saw the corners of his mouth twitch as he pulled you up once. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

“Hey,” you say, poking your head into the break room. Semi and a couple of other rink attendants look up from their phones. “Anyone want a coffee? I’m gonna make a run to the nearest Starbucks for a latte.”

“No,” Semi says automatically, face blank, and you roll your eyes internally. Of course he’d decline. As your other co-workers rattle off their orders (one small caramel mocha, one earl grey tea), you resolve to buy him a drink anyways.

If I were an annoyingly attractive asshole, you muse, squinting your eyes at the Starbucks menu ten minutes later, what would I order?

When you return to the rink, breathless and bearing a heavily laden, flimsy cardboard tray, you thrust a steaming paper cup of coffee into Semi’s hand. He stares at you, face painted with something resembling surprise.

“I said I didn’t want anything,” he says, taking the lid off to skeptically peer inside. He glances up at you.“Is this a blonde roast?”

“Yup,” you say, popping the ‘p’ obnoxiously. It’s all you can do to keep the smug grin off your face as Semi inhales the mellow, milky bitterness, letting the steam curl onto his face in the cold ice rink air.

“How did you kno--”

“I could just tell,” you hum, plopping down on the couch as you take a long drink of your own latte. The vanilla syrup generously pumped inside is almost as sweetly gratifying as the bewildered expression on Semi’s face. He just shakes his head, still staring at the cup in his hand.

“Well, how much was it? I’m paying you back.”

“It’s on me,” you say casually, smiling serenely at the way his mouth opens and closes like a shocked goldfish. “Don’t worry about it.”

Semi doesn’t respond as he sets the coffee down on the table, but later you see him sipping on it while he plays some little puzzle game on his phone. Mission accomplished.

--

You’re the last one to leave the rink that day, so you lock up and double check each door before skipping into the coat room to grab your bag. The fluorescent lights flicker sporadically, casting an artificial lightning over the benches. As you reach for the bag, squinting, you catch a little yellow post-it sticking out from its smallest pocket.

Thanks, it reads, messy script scrawled in blue ink. Folded beneath it is a slightly wrinkled five dollar bill.

Despite yourself, a small smile spreads across your face. The thawing has begun.

--

It’s an uphill journey, of course, but with each victorious battle you inch a little closer to winning the war. Semi isn’t invincible, and the cracks in his icy facade are beginning to show.

He’s a little more patient, a little more understanding. His small gestures betray his hand as he shows you how to angle your skates to stop on the ice, as he gives you a pack of tissues when you have a runny nose. He still manages to sneak in an eye roll or snide side comment, of course-- “Seriously, you can’t even brake? You’re hopeless,” or “You shouldn’t have come into work today if you’re sick. You’ll pass all your germs to me.” But still, it’s baby steps, you remind yourself, clutching onto his arm as you come to a grinding halt on the ice, snatching the tissues from his hand with a pained smile and a forced “Thanks, Semi.”

One day, you have to take a shift immediately after leaving a family friend’s wedding. It had been a lovely ceremony (with really, really good chocolate cake), but you hadn’t had time to change into work clothes, so you find yourself rushing through the doors still wearing a cocktail dress and heels, tugging your backpack onto your shoulder and praying your manager doesn’t notice you’re a few minutes late.

Semi is at the counter cleaning a pair of skates, meticulously wiping the blades dry. His phone rests beside him, some sort of pulsing electropop trickling softly from its speakers. He’s nodding his head slightly, keeping pace with the rhythm, and his face is calm, devoid of the irritation you’ve grown so familiar with.

You clear your throat. “Uh, hey.”

Semi looks up, and for a moment, time stops. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing painfully in his throat as his gaze shakily makes its way down from the tops of your bare shoulders, to your exposed neckline, to the skirt swishing just above your knees. The dress is a soft pink chiffon, more delicate and feminine than anything you’d ever worn into work.

There’s a sudden heat, a jolt in the pit of your stomach as he meets your eyes again, and you swear he feels it too. It seems as though the temperature in the rink has instantaneously risen twenty degrees-- you think you might start sweating.

“You look…” Semi breathes, but then he stops himself, choking down whatever his next words might’ve been. He furrows his brows and tears his stare away, looking back down at the forgotten skates.

There’s a brief beat of silence, dappled with only the occasional child’s shriek of joy from on the ice.

“You’d better get changed,” he says finally, pointedly looking anywhere but you.

“Okay,” you say, unable to come up with anything more sophisticated. Your mind is empty of anything but the memory of those cold grey eyes growing suddenly hot, gazing into yours with a warmth of indescribable magnitude. As you slowly walk into the womens’ lockers, something dawns on you. There might be a different way to melt the ice prince.

--

Work is different, after that. Your days are no longer characterized by torment, by rude jabs and scowls from Semi that poke at you right where you’re sore. Instead, they’re not-so-subtly woven with lingering glances, with “accidental” touches at just the right moment to send an unwanted shudder to the very tips of your fingers and toes.

Once, when you’re working the counter, fitting customers and renting out skates, Semi skids off the ice with a spray of snow and clinks his way over to you, blades meeting the tile floor metallically.

“I’m gonna change these out for a different pair,” he tells you, and you nod, acutely aware of his close proximity. As he slips behind you, he touches your lower back lightly, just enough so you know he’s there. A breath catches in your throat when his fingers linger just a little longer than necessary, leaving their imprints burning on your skin, even through the thick fabric of your sweater.

He doesn’t look at you when he comes back out, but the back of his neck is flushed pink. You catch a whiff of his cologne-- it’s woody and spicy, comforting like a distant childhood memory. You fight the sudden impulse to launch yourself into his arms and bury your face in his hair, inhaling that holiday-esque scent.

No, no, no, you scold yourself as you watch him slide back onto the ice. Not Semi Eita. Anyone but Semi Eita.

You’d set out to make peace with him, to make work life a little more bearable for the both of you. You hadn’t expected yourself to start looking forward to seeing him each day, to have your chest constrict, the air crushed from your lungs like a soda can underfoot every time he looked your way. All you’d wanted to do was melt his icy exterior-- not let yourself get scalded by his heat.

A week later, when you enter the rink, there’s an impossibly tall redhead leering over Semi, who’s idly filling in a timetable on the front counter. He’s chattering away in a lilting, sing-songy tone while Semi pays him exactly zero attention.

“--but the last episode was really of pristine quality, you know? None of that filler crap, just great writing, excellent animation, and-- oooooh.” When ginger giant notices you, a joker-like grin stretches across his face. “And who’s this?”

“I--”

“She’s nobody,” Semi cuts in, slamming the timetable shut and jumping over the counter. He glares up at his friend, looking a bit like a disgruntled house cat attempting to bully a tiger. “I think it’s about time for you to get going.”

The friend ignores Semi’s attempt at intimidation, instead turning his attention to you. He takes your hand in a way that makes it unclear whether or not he’s about to shake it or kiss it. You stifle a giggle. “Well, hello, ‘Nobody.’ Pretty name. My name’s Tendou Satori, but you can call me--”

Semi cuts him off with a sharp jab to the ribs and Tendou doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach overdramatically. “Not her.”

“Ouch, Semi-Semi,” Tendou gasps, though a few stray giggles escape with his theatrics. He glances at Semi, then to you, then back to him, apparently having some sort of silent epiphany. His face lights up as gleefully as a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Wait… is this the girl you’re always ta--”

Semi jabs him again, harder this time, and Tendou yelps, stumbling backwards. You cringe as he knocks over a stack of ice walkers— as entertaining as this squabble is, you’ll be the one to clean up the mess. Then Semi stalks over and drags him back by the wrist with the rough swagger of a sheriff arresting the town’s most wanted. He glowers at Tendou, face dark as a thunderstorm. “Tendou, I swear to God, if you so much say another word I will strangle you with my bare hands.”

“Never knew you were so kinky, Semi-Semi!” Tendou preemptively dodges any possible counterattack and turns to you, punctuating his next phrase with a wink: “Have fun with that.”

Later, once Semi has successfully ushered Tendou out the door, you turn to him, eyebrow raised. “What did he mean by ‘have fun with that,’ Eita?”

“Nothing,” Semi says, though his guarded tone leads you to suspect otherwise. He offers you a piece of gum before taking one himself and slipping the sleeve back into his bag. “He’s just like that. Also, since when have we been on a first name basis?”

You blush. You hadn’t even realized you’d called him by his first name. Then you smile a little, popping the gum into your mouth and folding the wrapper into a neat little square. “If you’d prefer, I could call you Semi-Semi as well.”

Semi pales, presumably watching as a vision of his life tormented by two Tendous flashes before his eyes. Then he looks back to you and clears his throat. “Eita is fine.”

As you go about your day, robotically hooking skates back on the shelf, wiping down the snack bar tables, stacking chair, and shivering the whole time, what Tendou was about to say rings in your ears: Are you the girl he’s always talking about?

You can’t help but wonder what exactly Semi says about you.

--

It’s a Saturday evening when you approach Semi to ask for a skating lesson.

“Please,” you say, trailing him around the edges of the rink like a lost puppy. He’s picking up stray bits of trash from beneath the benches— sticky pieces of candy wrappers and cigarette butts left behind by unconscientious skaters. “I just want to stop falling so often-- it’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, it is embarrassing,” Semi says, suddenly standing upright and turning to face you. He leans close, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a sly half smile. “Sucks to suck.”

“Eita,” you say again, reaching out to tug the edge of his sleeve. He glances at your fingers tightly clutching the thick wool of his sweater and then back up to you. You put on your best pleading pout. “Come on, just for tonight? Just like an hour on the ice, tops.”

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. He glances at his watch and sighs. “I have to get home by nine… I guess we can stay for an hour. But only an hour.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Thanks, Semi-Semi,” you say with a grin, and he scowls.

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Too bad.”

--

Semi is a surprisingly good teacher. He pokes fun at you, of course, mocking the way you cling to him when he tries to teach you to skate in a circle, or the way you clumsily flail your arms to keep your balance, but he’s patient. He’s gentle when he corrects your form, when he offers you a hand with which to pull yourself up.

It’s only the two of you now, twenty minutes after closing time. All the lights in the rink are off but the large one directly overhead, a spotlight that illuminates the pale, glassy expanse of the ice. The scrape of your blades over the ice echoes throughout the rink as Semi holds your waist lightly, trying to guide you backwards.

“I don’t understand,” you complain, shuffling backwards and trying your hardest to avoid stepping on Semi’s skates. “If I need to go the other direction, I can just turn around, can’t I?”

“Nuh-uh,” he says, tightening his grip on your waist as you wobble slightly. “Saves time. Just keep your toe pointed inwards and move your skates in curves. It’s not that hard.”

“It’s not that hard,” you say, imitating him in a squeaky, high pitched tone.

You hear him snort behind you. “That’s not what I sound like.”

“That’s exactly what you sound like,” you say, looking down at your feet. Toes in. Skates move in curves. “Hey, wait, am I doing it right?”

You glide backwards, slowly, hesitantly. Semi moves with you, hands still hovering at your sides just in case. “Almost. Bend your knees a little, that’ll make it easier to balance.”

“Oh, okay. I-- shit!”

In an entirely ungraceful lurching movement, you lose your balance, grabbing Semi’s wrist in a futile attempt to remain upright. The next moment unfolds in slow motion as you fall backwards, pulling a horrified, wide-eyed Semi on top of you as your back hits the ice, his entire body sprawled over your smaller frame.

You lay in stunned silence for a second, feeling your spine throb and the cold of the ice already beginning to seep through your clothes. Semi’s face is inches from yours-- his breath smells like the spearmint gum he’s always chewing, and, for the first time, you notice subtle green flecks in his grey eyes.

“Sorry,” you finally whisper, staring at him. “I didn’t mean to.”

He doesn’t shift himself off of you, just stares back at you with furrowed brows. Almost imperceptibly, his gaze flicks down to your lips and back up again. Your breath catches in your throat-- but then a wide, bright grin breaks across his face, and it’s like the sun, brilliantly slicing through a gloomy mass of storm clouds with its sharp golden rays.

“You-- you’re-- you’re such a shit skater,” he chokes out between guffaws. You can feel his chest heaving with each laugh, and an angry flush crawls over your cheeks.

“It wasn’t my fault!” you protest, attempting to shove him off of you. He doesn’t budge. “You weren’t giving me enough space to move!”

“You should’ve seen your face,” he says, dramatically wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “God, it was so funny.”

“Well, sorry I’m not as good at skating as you are, Mr. I Do Everything Perfectly The First Time,” you scoff, again trying to push him off. Semi cocks an eyebrow and smirks, settling his forearms on either side of your head. Your heart beats erratically at his nearness. “And can you please move? You’re crushing my lungs.”

“Nope.”

You scowl. The repressed irritation from weeks and weeks of trying to get on his good side strains at the boundaries of your self control. “Get off, Semi.”

“Make me.” His eyes gleam with silent laughter as you struggle for a moment, unable to do anything more than wiggle beneath him.

You huff, resting your head back down on the ice in defeat. “You’re fucking heavy, Eita. What did you do before this, eat a buffet out of business?”

Semi chuckles, and it’s a low, raspy sound that vibrates in your chest. He leans in close, angling his face slightly. His lips hover just above yours, and you can feel his breath fan over your mouth with his next words: “You’re so damn annoying.”

There’s a beat of silence. A heavy, stifling tension hangs in the air, a live wire with crackling electricity dancing across its taut line. You stare at him, unblinking. Daring him to do something.

And then he’s kissing you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other slipping under your shoulders to pull you flush against his chest. He kisses you hungrily, recklessly, like he’s been fasting and your lips are the first food he’s seen for months. You grip the back of his sweater as you kiss him back, fingers clutching at the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. He tastes like mint and something sweet; it’s messy, there’s tongue and teeth, and your jeans are wet from the ice— but at that moment, you think you’ve never been kissed better. A warmth spreads from his lips to yours, making its way down your throat into deep within your chest, where it burns your lungs and throbs almost painfully.

Though Semi Eita may be cold, his kisses are anything but.

When you break away he’s in quite the state, breathless with a flushed face and disheveled hair. You must look much the same, you think as you inhale deeply, blinking away the stars behind your eyes.

He sits up, resting on your hips. “Well, then.”

“Well, then,” you echo, propping yourself up on your forearms.

“You’re a shit kisser, too.” Semi grins when you gasp and punch him in the arm. You open your mouth to fire back, but before you can get a word out he leans down quick and kisses you again, soft and light. “It’s okay. We can practice.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“How generous of you.” You try to sound sarcastic but the words fall flat under Semi’s gaze. He smiles again and clambers onto his feet, offering you a hand.

“You wanna get dinner or something?”

--

You hold his hand on the walk out to his car, too, fingers tightly interlocked. He hums something under his breath, squeezing your palm every so often.

It’s freezing outside. As Semi fumbles with his keys, you rub your arms, trying in vain to brush away the stubborn goosebumps.

When you climb into the passenger seat, Semi lets you choose the radio station and, before he pulls out of the lot, he silently taps his cheek for a kiss. You roll your eyes but nonetheless lean over to give him a quick peck.

“Thanks,” he says, putting an arm over the back of your seat to pull out of the space. A slow acoustic song comes on, reminiscent of thick woolen blankets and cheerfully flickering flames.

The cold war is over, and you’re not quite sure who melted who.

“Mhm,” you hum. Semi offers you his upturned palm without taking his eyes of the road, so you slip your hand into his, enjoying the way his fingers envelop yours. There’s a light winter rain outside, washing away any remnants of frost on windowpanes and waterpipes.

But, frankly, you don’t really care.