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chaichaiiskai · 3 years ago

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Invisible part lII. || yandere! bully! sukuna! x gn! idgaf! fearless! reader!

part I ... part II ... part III ... part IIII

content warnings: enemies to lovers, kidnapping aka abduction, swearing, emotional turmoil, brief mention of sexual activities, the word “dick”, yuuji being a dumb lil’ cutie pie 🥺, mention of the underworld, a bit of consensual kissing, nothing super bad, let me know if i missed anything. btw this is raw, unedited, and will most definitely have mistakes but I'm too unmotivated to fix them right now so bear with me.

wc: 3.4k

a/n: I lied there’s not gonna be any smut in this, well, there’s gonna be some sexual tension and sexual confusion on y/ns part.

A month has passed. You’ve gotten closer to Sukuna and the bullying has turned more into childish bickering. He’s kinda cute when he’s studying… Those glasses really look good on him. Your stalker hasn’t tried anything since that day Sukuna spent the night at your house which you’re pretty grateful for but you find yourself spending more time with the fuchsia-eyed fuck face. Your heart’s acting all idiotic and you don’t know what to do with it aside from shoving those feelings aside so you don’t end up doing something stupid.

Today, the man that’s causing all your confusing thoughts has invited you over for a study night. You can’t chicken out because he’s probably your best option for getting at least a B on your upcoming final so you end up at his place after convincing yourself that this was for your grades and nothing else. Right… right, nothing else.

You sat down in his living room on the floor with all your study materials sprawled out all over the table, your noises tucked deeply into the material you needed for the final. The deja vu was strong in this one but you quickly ignored it just like how you were ignoring every non-math related feeling you were having about your tutor.

“You get what I’m saying?” His deep, timber, honey-dipped voice says, pulling you back down to reality. A shiver ran up your spine at the sound of his voice and you nearly keeled over from how close he was to your side, you had completely zoned out from what he was saying, too busy trying to stop your gross thoughts. Clearing your throat, you turned to look at him, “Nah, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Could you repeat that?” What was the point of lying to him anyways? He would have seen through your lies as quickly as you’d dished them out anyways.

The man was silent for a moment, simply observing you with interest. The way his eyes lingered on your form made you shrink back a little but you then bushed those feelings aside, fixing your posture to more along the lines of holding confidence instead of seeming intimidated.

“Sure. I don’t mind. Just make sure you’re paying attention this time. I might just use your zoning out to my advantage.~” He coos, snickering at you before moving closer to you, dragging the book over so that you could see what he was talking about.

The closer he got the more intense his cologne got, stinging your nostrils in the best way possible. Why’s this motherfucker gotta smell so goddamn good anyways? Was he trying to impress someone?

You don’t even realize that you’re starting to lean to get a better whiff of what he was wearing until he suddenly turns to observe what you’re doing. You stop like a deer in headlights and stare right into his eyes, faces nearly centimeters apart. If either of you were to talk you were sure your lips would brush over each other like blinking lashes. But neither of you say a word, simply staring at each other, basically daring the other to make the first move.

What the fuck has gotten over you? Was this some weird-ass cliche romance movie or something? Why do his lips look so damn kissable right now? Are they as soft as they look? God, did you wanna found out.

Time seemed to speed up and all logical thoughts and reasoning went out the window when you made the first hold move, smashing your lips against your bully’s with full force. This was scientific research! You were so curious, you had to know. There’s no other reason for why you’re kissing him, you were just curious! Yeah! Yeah… that’s it! Only curious! You totally weren’t crushing on him. That would be absolutely insane!

Sukuna had been stunned at first by the kiss, wondering if it was a mistake, but upon seeing your closed eyes he knew that it wasn’t and eagerly kissed back, closing his own eyes as he lavished in the shared kiss. He couldn’t believe you were kissing him! Oh how long has he waited for this? Eons? No one knows.

With no sign that the kiss would be broken anytime soon he placed a hand onto the small of your back and pushed you closer to him while he turned his own torso to face you, deepening the kiss with so much passion that you could have sworn you were beginning to drown in it. You reached up and carded your fingers through his fluffy pink spikes, humming against his lips as you pushed yourself up against him as close as you could get.

His tongue then flicked over your bottom lip, asking for you to open your mouth in which you immediately obeyed, opening your mouth slightly so his tongue could slip between your lips. That curious kiss soon turned into a chorus of open-mouthed, sloppy, heated kisses that made your head spin like you were on a turbo merry-go-round. You were so caught up in the feverish kiss that you’d failed to notice him lifting you up into his lap as the kiss continued in the sloppiest way possible.

The sound of sloppy wet kisses and the occasional low groan had filled your ears, continuing to block out any thoughts you had. But then, the hand that suddenly cupped your ass made you come crashing back down onto earth and you pulled yourself away from the kiss, panting for air as you tried to catch your breath and think logically. A bridge of saliva still connected your lips but you quickly wiped your mouth and got out of Sukuna’s lap, mumbling apology after apology before you began to quickly gather your stuff so you could leave.

What were you thinking? What’s wrong with you? Why did you kiss him of all people? In your flurry of thoughts you failed to notice him watching you with confusion written all over his face and then sound of his saying your name. You’d completely ignored his existence until he finally grabbed your wrist, causing you to halt all movement but you didn’t dare turn to look at him, only instead opting for listening to what he had to say.

“You’re leaving? Why? What’s wrong?” He questioned, you could hear the confusion in his voice but you didn’t know what to say or how to explain yourself.

Not able to think of anything else, you quickly blurted out, “This was a mistake. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I need to leave.” You then snatched your wrist out of his hold, finished shoving your things into your bag and briskly left out of the front door of his apartment, bee-lining to the elevator that would lead you to the lobby and then outside.

…

As soon as you’ve safely made it back to your apartment you throw your things onto the floor and then collapse on the couch, curling in on yourself as best as you could manage. A million unanswered questions entered your mind and you had no answers, only an upcoming headache. Turning onto your back, you pressed a hand against your forehead and groaned lowly to yourself while staring up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. How could you be so stupid?! What were you thinking? Why did he kiss you back? And why did you enjoy every second of it?

None of this shit made sense! He was your tormentor for crying out loud! Sure, he’s been nicer to you recently but there was no telling when he was going to revert back to his jackass ways! Did you really wanna find that out if the two of you even ended up in an established relationship?

Worst of all, you were afraid of being hurt. You weren’t interested in any kind of suffering. Sure, physical wounds healed eventually but mental or psychological ones take so much more time. You didn’t wanna deal with that.

Opting for pushing those thoughts away and distracting yourself, you peeled yourself from the couch and decided to bathe before making yourself something to eat.

Sukuna hadn’t chased after you and demanded an explanation for why you ran away which was a blessing and a curse, even if you hated to admit it. A part of you was glad that he was giving you the space you needed but the other part was confused onto why he wasn’t acting like his usual self and didn’t chase after you to demand an explanation; the latter wasn’t what you needed but what you really wanted, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

While chowing down on the food you had scrounged up you would periodically grab your phone and check for any new notifications. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Was he mad at you?

You shook your head and tossed your phone aside before scoffing. “Why the hell would he be mad at me? He kissed me back! Fucking Sukuna…”

What would it be like to fuck Sukuna? It’d probably be out of this world. You’d more than likely end up being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey…belly bulge and all. Wait, what?

Record scratch.

Setting your utensils down onto your plate you slammed your hands onto your cheeks and groaned in frustration before shouting, “WHY THE HELL AM I THINKING ABOUT HIS FUCKING DICK RIGHT NOW? Y/N YOU NEED TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, DUMBASS!”

You’d lost your appetite and ended up cleaning up after yourself, deciding to turn in early. A goodnight’s sleep did have the habit of making you wake up feeling refreshed a little clearer mentally, maybe it would help you sort your feelings out. Pfft, yeah right! Whatever, time to get some shut eye.

…

However, on this particular night, when you’re finally comfortable enough to sleep in your bedroom, something horrible happens. Sukuna’s not there but someone else is, standing over you and breathing you in.

A weight straddles you as you sleep but there appears to be nothing there and when your eyes snap open to catch whatever is looming over you you’re met with nothing at all. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re stuck under something— someone. You begin to panic in confusion, not knowing what’s happening. Mustering up your strength and courage, you manage to move your hand from underneath you and punch whatever that is in what you’d guess was it’s head.

When your fist met something firm and invisible, your eyes widened and a scream stopped in the back of your throat, allowing you to hear the sound of a man groaning. The sound was so close. Right on top of you. And then it spoke, a dark, distorted voice that no doubt belonged to a man, “Goodness Y/N. Why must you hurt me in such a way? My feisty little flower.” A heated breath blew over your face as you remained still, silence filling the room aside from the sound of your rapidly beating chest, staring at the invisible man who laid atop you.

“Perhaps I should have been more careful,” he muttered before shifting his weight around. His weight lifted from over you and off the bed but you had no idea where he was going or where he went. “Why are you doing this?!” You shouted at him. “Because I want you to be mine,” he stated, his words coming out right next to your ear which caused you to flinch and swing in his direction, but it seemed he dodged because you completely missed your target. “I’ll make you mine. Even if that means I have to take you. My idiotic spawn doesn’t deserve such a precious flower,” he reasoned, his voice looming over you as you tried to track down where he was from the sound of his voice, “Should I kill him so we can be together? Or should I take you right now, sweetheart?” Spawn? Who the hell was he talking about? Your stalker? What was even going on?!

…

This frightening demon-man is Sukuna’s father. He’d been wondering what made his son stay for so long on Earth and now he’s found out. He knocks you unconscious and takes you to the underworld where you’re held captive, similar to the story of Persephone and Hades with just a few extra steps.

Sukari takes you to one of the guest rooms, laying you down atop pristine sheets that smell of sandalwood and lavender. Such a strange combination. He pressed a talon against your face and drags it over your cheek, watching you stir in your forced sleep before he pulls his hand away after admiring you for long enough. Being the king of the underworld had its perks and downfalls. He’d rather be here standing guard of you, toying with your delicate human features but he had business to attend to.

He moved towards the door and left, locking the door from the outside, further caging you into the fancy-looking prison.

…

Hours had passed, maybe even days. There was no true telling of how long you’d been unconscious but when you finally came to your eyes scanned around the unfamiliar room you were currently in and you slowly sat up in the large, comfy bed.

Scanning your surroundings, you made note of everything in this room and then got onto your feet, stretching out your limbs while pushing away the cloudiness of being half-awake.

A normal person would panic, freak-out, scream at the top of their lungs, but you were no normal person and panicking in their situation would not give you any advantages.

You slowly began to walk around the room, gathering the information you had of the events that led up to this point. You were waiting for the invisible man to strike, to say something, to catch you off guard, but you didn’t hear anything and you couldn’t sense another presence in the room with you. Why were you even here?

You then found yourself stumbling over to the window you’d noticed while you were looking around, peeking out of it to be shocked by what was shown before you. The sky was a mix of dark blues and tinges of red, buildings and city nightlights were all that flooded your vision. The sight was undeniably beautiful but how long had you been asleep? Where were you?

A knock at the bedroom door made you tense up and swiftly turn, waiting for whatever was behind that door to enter. Instead, an unfamiliar voice that was oddly soothing and friendly introduced itself to your ears.

“Uh.. hello? ‘m sorry if I woke you! My dad just told me that he sensed you were awake so he asked me to bring you something to eat! I hope humans like meat! I’ve never met a human before… May I come in?” The voice asks, making you blink in surprise. What? He’s never met a human before? And hold on, why didn’t you even try to open the door in the first place? What the fuck Y/N?

“Yeah, come in. Just don’t try any funny business,” you spat out, keeping distance away from the door as you stared at it in wait of whoever to come through it.

The person fidgeted with the door and then opened it, shuffling inside with a silver tray in their hands that held an assortment of food from meats to vegetables to fruits.

“Hi! I’m not sure what ya like so I brought ya all of my favorites,” the man said, a bright smile appearing over his oddly familiar face as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. His eyes landed on you for a moment and his smile only seemed to get brighter as he went to place the tray on top of the coffee table that was a few yards away from the bed, surrounded by couches and other lounging furniture. You only just now noticed that this room was as big as your apartment, or maybe even bigger.

You watch his every move, ready to defend yourself if necessary but you don’t sense any evil on him. You still keep your guard up though for good reason.

“What are you?“ You suddenly ask, slowly approaching him until you’re a good yard away from him, “And where am I?”

A puzzled look crosses over the male’s features and then he looks disturbed, almost like he had just failed a test or something. “Oh! I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m a demon! And my name’s Yuuji, a pleasure to meet you! Your name’s Y/N, right? My dad told me!”

You stand there.🧍

Waiting for some camera crew to jump out at you and tell you this was all some kind of joke but the camera crew never shows up and you feel like you’re going bat shit crazy.

“Alright then, Yuuji the demon. Prove it,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest while observing him, “Prove to me that you’re a demon and I’ll believe you, maybe.”

His mouth shapes into an ‘o’ for a moment and then he grins, displaying a set of canines that were oddly adorable for a so-called “demon.”

“Kay!” He enthusiastically said before his entire body was suddenly engulfed in pink flames, his human disappearing completely into a fiery form of humanoid shape, giant horns appearing atop his head.

You stand there in shock and can’t help but to continue to do so, words not even beginning to explain how you were feeling. (You nearly T-posed but stopped yourself because why would you even do that?)

The flames then dissipated, Yuuji’s human form reappearing again, a proud smile appearing on his face as he puffed up his chest in a prideful manner.

You both stood there in silence and you eventually pressed your hands together, putting them in front of the lower half of your mouth like you were about to pray before deeply inhaling.

“Am I dead?”

The demon laughed and shook his head, “No, silly! Your just a guest for now! My dad just wants my brother to come back home so he took you here as bait!” He then quickly slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening when he realized he said something he shouldn’t have.

You didn’t know why exactly but you closed the distance between yourself and Yuuji and stared at him, silently willing him to further explain himself. Maybe it’s because you didn’t sense any bloodlust coming from him or he just reminded you of a big fluffy puppy but you weren’t afraid of him, even after seeing him blow up into flames.

“Who’s your brother, Yuuji?” You question while squinting at him but the male doesn’t let up, quickly shaking his head and looking away from your intimidating gaze. “N-no one! Haha! I’m sorry! I should get going! I hope the food is to your liking! Lemme know if you need anything else!” He quickly says and then makes a run for the door.

You suddenly do the unthinkable. Did you not fear death? What’s wrong with you? Who knows.

You tackle Yuuji to the floor and wrap your limbs around him like a koala would hug a tree, bringing him down with a soft thud on the shaggy carpet.

“Eek!” He shouts, squirming around in your iron grip. You’d locked your fingers together and wrapped them around his shoulders, your legs firmly snaked around his waist as your front was up against his back, “C’mon and tell me! I know you want to!”

“I can’t! I’ve already said too much!” He shouts, his voice muffled by the carpet. He then slowly gets up onto his feet, still carrying you like you were a feather on his back, “Please get down! I don’t want you to fall!”

Smirking, you squeeze him with your limbs, “Tell me who your brother is and I’ll get down. Deal?“

The demon gulps and ponders your offer for a moment before slowly nodding his head.

Wait a second… a demon afraid of a mere human? What kinda demon is this guy anyways?

Another chapter! This is turning into quite the series, never expected this to be drawn out so long but I don’t regret it. Now we’ve got two new characters, isn’t that exciting?~ Stay tuned for the next chapter! Also, I’ll be opening a taglist for this, comment on this post, send in an ask or privately message me if you’re interested in being added to it! Shout out to @lunaxalpha for the musical inspo! I've been frothing at the mouth with ideas ever since.

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gogolstoelicker · 3 years ago

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Can you write about MC/yuu that like bruno (if you has watch encanto) basically a sweet man that can see the future, disowned/run away from his family to protect his nephew and then got an entire song dedicated to him and the song basically everyone talk smack about him

Oh dear sevens i kin him

Dorm leaders with a Bruno!MC

warning(s): -

notes: really sorry this was late KSNSKNS

•and sorry if i got his character wrong, i havent watched encanto

A reclusive and anxious person, you try to manage you anxiety with superstitious rituals. You're also family-oriented, willing to sacrifice your place in the family to keep them safe.

Having the ability to see the future, you inadvertently hurt or angered the people around you whenever you had a prophecy, causing you to retreat from society and become paranoid and fearful of your own gift.

Riddle:

he tried to help you socialize more

he really tried bro

he even have this weekly "how to socialize" lesson sessions with you

you shivering in your timbers whenever ur lessons with him starts

but riddle notices you're really good at approaching what you fear when the situation calls for it🤔

so he kind of stopped the lesson bc u look kind of scared lol

but he did try to help u whenever you're stuttering in a conversation with someone

he doesn't get why u like rats but he just... let it go honestly

oh well everyone have their own likes and dislikes amirite🤔

he told u not to tell some prophecy so that u won't accidentally hurt or anger people anymore

and so people won't be too dependent of ur ability honestly😡

wanting to make their mother proud and is burdened by their mother's expectations🤝

Leona:

to be honest, he doesn't even remember u at first since u literally avoid people😭

so either he catches u doing one of ur rituals or u gave him a prophecy

if its the first scenario, he will surely go

🤨⁉️

and go back to nap or smth bc he doesn't care much but at least it leaves a lasting impression on him ig

if its the second one, then hooboy

it better be him being a king or smth😡😡

it was not btw

cue him biting his pillow in anger at night

one of the people u accidentally angered with ur prophecy oh oops

oh well he got over it, its ok! he accepted his fate alr!

overall, he doesn't mind ur presence

you don't try to butter him up neither do u talk smack about him

ur also quiet so he's pretty relaxed

Azul:

u remind him of idia

fear not, if he can have idia as a friend, he can surely pull u as his friend too‼️

and surely enough, he actually did got to befriend u

but friends or not, ur ability is giving him ideas🤔

maybe he can open a fortune telling shop? haha hes joking hes joking

or was he😳

but he did try to make sure u dont hurt or angered people with ur prophecy

and if someone is trying to like, 💪have a beat down with u bc of said prophecy, they will immediately stop

bc azul is right behind u, his glasses gave off a shine under the sun as he hold up a contract with a smile on his face

sometimes, he tweels would be right behind him too with the same smiles

"do not." he mouthed

welp you're safe now🤗didnt even know azul was behind u until u turn around

he lied saying hes just passing by btw

Kalim:

quite literally the opposite of each other

but when u got comfortable and finally got more goofy with him, kalim was ecstatic

like he might as well shake in excitement

he would even hold up parties for u!

but if you're not too comfortable with too many people, thats ok! kalim can arrange for there to only be people you're familiar with!

just a private party between the two of you would be fine for him too!

its ok hes flexible! he can go with anything you'd like!

I've been using many exclamation marks for kalim idk how to feel about this!!!

he really likes your ability to see into the future!

he would ask u d a i l y what prophecy u got each day

Vil:

u like acting so since vil is an actor, u quite admire him

when vil finds out about it, hes not all that surprised

he's used to being admired, that is what he deserves afterall

what he didn't expect is for u to be good at acting too

is this... FATE?! /JOKE

he did try to approach u since he saw ur talent but

but its like u suddenly shrunk and became ��

it took a while too but once u got comfortable with him, u got vil cleaning up ur appearance everytime

he almost faint when he saw u with a rat on ur shoulder

sometimes, he would ask u to practice his script with him

he doesn't think much abt ur gift honestly KSNAKSJKS

he'd rather work hard to a certain future rather than cling onto ur gift's hope

plus, if its bad, it might crush self-esteem too so no thanks❌he's good

Idia:

he kins u, u kin him

u two probably

got along the best with onr another

like "damn i don't wanna go out" "me too bro"

*games the whole day idk*

idia is very much comfortable to rant to u

especially since u encouraged him to talk about anything and not bottle up his feelings

be it his favorite show is having a season two or smth, about a new game he brought or maybe even some problems he have with himself deep down

he would be more than happy to do the same with u!

whatever u wanna talk about, ur best friend is right here

he might even let consider making u an ipad that would go to class for u just like the one he have

legit if u asked, hes already on it

on the other hand, he have mixed feelings abt ur ability

sure its cool but he doesn't think he'll be ready if he got a bad prophecy🤔

Malleus:

probably used a persona to approach him the first time

like hernando who is scared of nothing

so the second time yall meet and you're unprepared, he was like

oh:( are u scared of me now?

ofc its not actually like that but he is pouting on the inside tho

when u idk tell him youre just shy and explained everything he just goes :0

he's glad he didn't scare you since he really wanted to befriend u!

the beginning is kind of rough since malleus could be quite awkward and you're quite shy

so when u actually became more comfortable around him and even became more enthusiastic and cheerful, malleus may or may not be ecstatic too🤔

actually, hes too happy flowers might bloom in nrc

he quite interested in your ability to be able to see into the future

sometimes, he might even ask what prophecy u received

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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crikeygatormate · 3 years ago

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I Will Always Return (Pt.3)

Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warnings: PLEASE READ!! This chapter is much darker, so please be cautious, gun violence, death, graphic description of someone dying by a gunshot, dark themes, mentioned loss of family, implied violent father, typos (if I missed any please let me know!)

This chapter was really fun to write :) I'm also so happy about all the feedback I've been getting, it makes me happy to know y'all like my take on western bkg! Also, Keigo’s family is not canon btw just a heads up, same with Bkg and Kiri! This is a bit angsty lol I like angst makes me sad in a good way lmao

Word count: 9k ish???

Part 4!

Part Three

Bakugou and you rode up the mountain for the remainder of the night. Granted, you both were expecting to be followed, but at least you were far enough up now that he could come up with a better plan.

“Should we just go to the town you were heading to anyways?” you asked, shivering a bit as the cool breeze from the top of the mountain seemed to cut through your cotton shirt.

Bakugou shook his head, “no, don’t wanna bring them back to the others. We’ll lose ‘em.” He looked back at you, narrowing his eyes. He had a plan, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready for something so daunting.

“How are we going to lose them then?” you asked, leaning forward in your saddle as your horse trotted up a steep slope.

“Well, they can’t come after us if they don’t have horses right?” Bakugou said, watching you closely for a reaction.

You stiffened in your saddle. The thought of killing anything was totally adverse to you, let alone a horse. “I don’t know if I can do that,” you said honestly.

Bakugou sighed, “yeah I figured as much.” He looked back at you over his shoulder again, “you’ll have to join us down in the mud sometime soon, you know that right?”

You nodded, looking away from him and out into the span of evergreen trees, “I know.”

Bakugou huffed, “good, cause there's no gettin around it.”

You frowned, glancing back at him. How was he able to be so cold, so devoid of emotions when it came to taking something’s life? You wondered what made him like this? How weathered down he had to get before being able to fire his weapon at someone without blinking an eye.

There was a burning question in your mind that you wanted to ask him. You knew better now, he had already told you his past was a touchy subject, but none the less you wanted to know more.

More importantly, you wanted to know where Keigo fell into Bakugou’s story? The blonde soldier was so confident in his story and so bitter towards Bakugou. It was obvious to you that they did know each other.

“Awful quiet back there,” Bakugou’s timber voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked back at Bakugou, he wasn’t looking at you but you could tell he was frowning. “Just thinking,” you responded, watching him roll his shoulders. Morning light silhouetted his figure and illuminated his horse's tail swishing a few stray flies away.

“Got somethin’ to say?” he asked, now sparring you a quick glance. His vermillion eyes almost glowing from beneath his hat.

You furrowed your brows, a little taken back with his softer tone and word choice. Before he would have said something smart, like what crawled up your pants or something like that. “Well,” you began, wetting your lips with your tongue as you rode up next to him, “I’m curious about somethin’.”

“And what would that be, princess?” Bakugou drawled. He looked tired, dark circles were heavy under his eyes.

“I was, well, don’t get mad at me for asking,” you quickly said before continuing, “I was wondering what happened between you and Keigo? You do know him, right?” you asked. Your heart was racing in your chest as you waited for him to yell at you or flip you the bird, but to your surprise all he did was sigh.

“I guess since you’re ridin’ with me now, you oughta know,” he said, his shoulders beginning to bunch up due to him growing more uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you said quickly.

Bakugou shook his head, “it’s fine, you should know. We’ll be fightin’ with ‘em pretty soon.” He let out another tired sigh before speaking, “I did grow up with Keigo. Kirishima did too. All three of us were neighbors in a sense. Kirishima’s family and my family lived on the land Keigo’s family owned. We helped them push cattle, break horses, maintain the ranch, so we could live there for free. When the three of us were all young we played together, learned how to rope, hunt, and tend the cattle.

It was a good deal, really. Both our families were dirt poor and Keigo’s dad was a generous guy. He was always tryna help out, take the less fortunate under his wing. Growin’ up there was easy, simple, we never went hungry, never got cold. That all changed when Kiego’s dad passed. He had caught a fever and passed almost instantly. Keigo was eighteen at the time and took over the household. Practically destroyed his father's legacy in a matter of weeks.

Keigo, well, he was always a little different. A little brasher, he liked to see things suffer. Caught him kickin’ the shit out of my herdin’ dog one summer, he paid for that. It got worse the older he got, and Kirishima and I began to avoid him, which he didn’t like.”

You listened intently, growing more horrified as Bakugou continued to talk about how violent Keigo was.

“Then one year a really bad winter came, I was fifteen, Kirishima was fourteen. Food was practically non-existent and our families were starvin’. Keigo didn’t offer any help, so Kirishima and I went hunting for a few days. When we came back, our families had passed. Keigo told us a fever had taken them, and I believed it. Blamed myself for leaving in the first place, and taking Kirishima with me.

Soon, the three of us were recruited to be a part of the military, and I wanted to be number one. It became an obsession of mine, I wanted to prove that even after letting my family down, I could still be good. That’s where I met dumbass Deku too.”

“The sheriff right?” you asked, unconsciously leaning closer to him as you listened to him talk. You liked to hear him talk, his voice was deep and strong with a rough undertone, but it was somewhat comforting to listen to.

Bakugou nodded, “yeah, that’s him. As much as I hate to admit it, Deku is a good friend of mine now. Definitely wasn’t when I first met the brat, he was thin as a pole and cried almost daily.” Bakugou snorted, lost in his memories before he continued, “anyway, I stayed with the military for four years, up till I was around nineteen, or close to it. Was real close to getting promoted past a grunt.”

You rose a brow as he trailed off, looking ahead of you both. He seemed conflicted to continue talking, “you don’t have to finish, I can tell Keigo’s just spreading dirt on your name from what you told me.”

Bakugou nodded, not sparring you a glance, “yeah, okay.”

You felt a wave of guilt roll over you as you watched his upper lip twitch up into a sneer. He looked disturbed, and you realized you probably should have never asked him something so personal. “Are you okay?” you asked gently, hoping he wouldn’t snap at you in defense.

“‘M fine,” he muttered, his vermillion gaze cutting over to you. He took a short breath before pushing his emotions away. “So what about you?”

Your eyes widened, he wanted to know about you? You could imagine your sister grinning at you like a maniac at the thought of you ever getting giddy over a man wanting to know more about you. You cleared your throat, “oh, I don’t think my story is really interesting,” you said, turning your face away from him so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

“Hah, that’s bullshit, obviously someone as prissy as you wantin’ to turn away from a life of comfort to ride with criminals is more than interesting.”

You shrugged, peaking back at him before looking down at your horse's red mane. “Well, okay, I guess it’s only fair if I return the favor and I'm not prissy."

Bakugou snorted, shaking his head as he listened.

“As the mayor's daughter, I did grow up in a nice place, never needed anything,” you began, hating how snooty you sounded, “I was taught to sew, cook, bake, clean, all that stuff, and it’s great to know, and admittedly fun sometimes. But, it was all in preparation to be married off to some man. I think my father started bringing suitors home when I was fourteen? It always went pretty badly.

I mean you saw what happened with Monoma, that’s pretty much what happened with everyone else. I told them off, and they thankfully turned tail pretty fast. No one wants a wife that’s gonna cuss ‘em out, right?” You said with a small grin, glancing at Bakugou whose lips were twitching up into a small smile.

“You do have the mouth of a sailor,” he said.

You snorted, “it’s come in handy over the years, but really I spent most of my time outside. Back home I have a huge garden, it’s taken forever to get so big, but I’m proud of it. I’d also spend most of my days at my neighbors. He’s this old rancher, Gran. He hates my guts, but after years of begging him to let me ride, he’s grown to appreciate my help with his cows. That’s pretty much it.”

“That’s it?” Bakugou asked, shaking his head, “what about your piece of shit father? You left that part out.”

You stiffened at his words, of course, you didn’t want to bring that up. But he was honest with you, so you might as well be honest with him. “Right, my dad. He was suffocating. Probably the most two-faced person I know. He was great when I was young, but as I got older I guess I began to see him for who he really was, which wasn’t pleasant.

He’d get so angry sometimes, and there were plenty of times I thought of running away, but I couldn’t leave my sisters. They were too timid and they needed someone to stand up for them, so I did. I would do it again too. As mayor, he had this persona he showed to the public but behind doors, he was terrible.

Honestly, it was really terrible of me to stay for so long, but being a woman is hard. I can’t own land, can’t open a bank account, I can’t do anything without a husband. But I’d rather suffer at home than be married off to some stranger.” You explained as you fiddled with your horse's mane again.

“I think, when you showed up that night, it felt like a prayer had been answered,” you admitted, continuing to look down at your hands, ��I’m not sure what would have happened if my dad found out I told off Monoma like that.”

“Well, you don’t ever have to worry about any of that shit when you’re with us,” Bakugou said. “Mina came from a similar situation, and she’s just as free as me. You are now too.”

You looked at Bakugou, and gave him a lopsided smile, “thank you.”

He held your gaze a moment before nodding as he rode up ahead of you again, “gotta get goin’ more, we’ve got to stop soon to let the horses rest.”

—---------

The sun was starting to begin its descent from afternoon into the evening by the time you stopped riding. You kept your tack on your horses, but loosened their girths and unclipped one side of the horse's bits so they could drink and eat. It was clear that you had to be ready to quickly escape if need be.

Granted Bakugou was not planning on escaping. He told you earlier that you needed to be ready, and he was holding true to that.

You looked at the pistol in your hand. It was heavy. It was always heavy, and to you, the weight of it would never grow lighter. Over the past few days, you had practiced a lot with it. You had grown to respect the weapon, but you hoped you’d never have to use it.

“Here’s the plan,” Bakugou said as he walked back into your little makeshift camp, “I’m gonna come at them from one side and you will go in from the other. Chances are they won’t hurt you, so you can take a few horses out easy, I’ll handle the rest.”

“I’m not sure-”

“You have to be sure,” Bakugou snapped, his eyes flashing with mild irritation. “You’ve seen how these men work, they don’t mess around. They want me dead.”

Adrenaline instantly spiked inside of you, making your stomach and heart jolt. They did want him dead. You couldn’t have that happen. You wouldn’t have that happen. So you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Good,” Bakugou said and clapped you hard on the shoulder with his good hand, “I’m countin’ on you princess.”

You gulped as you stared up at him, he was counting on you. So you had to follow through. You weren’t going to let him down. You couldn’t. He squeezed your shoulder roughly, making you hiss as you moved to get away but he held you in place.

“Wanna see that same spirit you had when you were runnin’ away from me yeah?” he added, before removing his hand from your shoulder to go and get his horse ready.

Spirit.

Right, in such a short time your fiery spirit had been tame. Still strong, but content you suppose. You stood up and rolled your shoulders, you could do this. You had to. So you got your horse ready and then followed Bakugou back down the mountain.

According to him, the convoy would be tracking yours and his horses' hoofprints, so if you traveled down parallel to your tracks you would eventually run into them. The plan was once you both encountered them, you would split and you were to shoot as well as you could into the group and then book it back up to camp before dark.

It seemed like a good plan, but you felt wildly unprepared. Which was valid, you were.

You kept a sharp eye out for any familiar figures and after a good hour of riding, you heard some chatter. They were close. In fact, you could see some flashes of horse flanks through the trees.

Bakugou clicked his tongue and gave you a half smile before silently separating from you to go to his side of the convoy.

Your heart was thumping against your ribcage as you got closer and closer to the convoy. You could see them better now. Colonel Aizawa was in the back talking to a soldier with black hair. Lieutenant Endeavor was up front with Keigo, and a few others were staggered in the middle.

A loud whistle cut through the pine trees and you knew that was your cue. You let out a quick breath before all hell broke loose.

You yanked out your pistol and shot off into the group six times. You used all your bullets which was your first mistake, but you weren’t thinking too clearly. Someone shouted and you heard the heartbreaking sound of an animal dying.

You let out a hiss of anger, mostly at yourself, as you turned your horse around and spurred him on. There were more pops from pistols shooting off and a few more shouts before you heard the unmistakable sound of hooves pounding behind you.

With a panicked gasp, you turned around to see that it was Keigo who was riding after you. His grey horse was splattered with blood and he was grinning at you.

“Playin’ outlaw, huh?” he shouted as he yanked his pistol out and aimed it towards you.

Your eyes widened and without much thought, you quickly dismounted your horse while he was still moving. It was risky, but it would be terrible if Keigo killed your horse. Well, he wasn’t even yours, but you couldn’t bear the thought of anything else dying because of you.

You hit the ground with a grunt, rolling for a moment before you caught yourself and instantly looked up to see that your horse had got away. You let out a sigh of relief and moved to run away but you were promptly knocked over by a fist hitting you in the temple

“Shit,” you hissed, landing back against the forest floor, pine needles poking up into your clothes. You blinked hard as black spots swam in your vision. Then, a hand wrapped around your throat and yanked you up.

“I can’t tell if your just stupid or seriously fucked in the head to be runnin’ with Bakugou,” Keigo spat.

You clawed at his hand as he grinned at you, blood was steadily dripping down the side of his face, which made you wonder if he got grazed by a bullet.

“What made you even think that was a good idea? You know how easy your life could have been if you had just come back with us?” Keigo asked, tilting his head.

You garbled out a ‘fuck off,” before spitting into his face.

Keigo laughed, wiping your spit off his cheek as he slammed you back into the ground. “You know, if your family wasn’t paying us so much money, I would just shoot you dead right here.”

You stiffened, eyes wide as you watched Keigo pull out his pistol again. With slow shaky hands you brought your hand down to your waistband, your pistol was still there you could pull it out, you would have to, or he would hurt you.

With bated breath, you yanked the pistol out and pointed it at Keigo making him quickly release your neck as you pulled the trigger. Both of your eyes were trained on his face as you held the pistol out, but to your horror, it only clicked.

You were out of bullets.

“Well, I guess you are just stupid,” Keigo mocked as he pointed his pistol at you. “You know, maybe you fell off your horse. Got hurt during this little fight, right?”

You scrambled back, fear freezing your limbs as Keigo walked towards you, glaring down at you. “You wouldn’t, no one would believe you.”

“You really think that? I’ve got away with it before, who says I can’t get away with it again. Plus, who wouldn’t believe a silly girl like you falling off her horse and dying? It’s a believable story.”

Dread washed over you from his words. He’s done this before? Immediately you thought of Bakugou and Kirishima. Did Keigo do this to them? Was this the part of Bakugou’s story that he left out?

Keigo held out his pistol, lining it up with your forehead, but before he could shoot, the black haired soldier you saw earlier burst through the undergrowth.

“Keigo! We’re retreating, we’ve lost three horses and Bakugou shot Endeavor-” he paused, his red eyes cutting between you and Keigo. “What’s going on here?”

You gulped, your gaze cutting between both men. The tension in the air was thick and for a moment you felt like everything you’ve ever known was resting on the edge of the blade.

“Tokoyami, you really have a knack for showing up at the wrong time,” Keigo said with a sigh, and then without blinking an eye, he shot his comrade right in the chest.

You screamed as Tokoyami crumpled to the forest floor with a grunt.

Keigo sighed, “shame, I liked him, and you,” he paused to smile, “well you’ve just become a murderer. The post will eat that up, yeah? Guess you live to see another day,” he concluded and left without sparing you a glance.

You rushed over to Tokoyami, a complete stranger, but a familiar face. With shaking hands you rolled him over, trying not to look at the thick streams of blood gushing from his bullet wound. “I’m sorry,” you croaked as you looked into his red eyes.

Tokoyami wasn’t able to talk, but he didn’t stop looking at you until his last breath. You held his hand the whole time, crying over this man who had unknowingly given his life to save yours.

You weren’t sure how long you sat kneeled by him, but it was dark by the time Bakugou found you. It was cold too, your nose was running and the wind was starting to pick up. You weren’t even able to hear him talk until he was shaking you.

“Hey!” Bakugou shouted before reaching down to grip your cheeks between his fingers and turn your head towards him, “the hell is wrong-” he paused. He didn’t notice what you were kneeling by, who you were kneeling by.

You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks and over his fingers as you cried. “H-he shot him.”

Bakugou’s expression soured. He was well aware of who you were talking about. “C’mon,” he urged, dropping his hand from your face to grab at the collar of your shirt.

“Wait!” you scrambled, pulling back from his hold on you, “we can’t leave him here!”

“He’s fine, we have to go,” Bakugou growled as he yanked you up to your feet. He refused to look at the body on the ground as he practically dragged you away, trying to block out your cries and whimpers.

You soon found yourself back at camp, sitting in front of a fire. Your horse was tied. A little cut up, but good. Alive. Your hands shook as you looked at the food Bakugou had warming over the fire. He had already eaten long ago. In your still shocked state, time was moving too fast and too slow all at once.

“You gotta eat,” Bakugou said sternly.

“M’ not hungry,” you replied hoarsely.

Bakugou sighed heavily, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was supposed to be me, not him,” you said, your voice was small.

“Cut that shit out, part of you has to be relieved that it was him instead of you,” Bakugou said, his voice harsh.

You looked up at him through narrowed eyes, “can’t you let me grieve-”

“You didn’t even know him,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Doesn’t matter if I did or not, he was murdered by that psycho,” you hissed, furiously wiping away a few stray tears.

“Yeah well now that Keigo’s got his eye on ya, that’ll happen again. So you better get used to it. Like I said, it’s better that the grunt died instead of you,” Bakugou explained as he crossed one ankle over the other.

You grit your teeth, hot anger rolling in your tummy as you stared him down. Whatever soft feelings you were beginning to harbor for him seemed to evaporate instantly. “I’m leavin’” you spat as you stood up and turned on your heel to stomp through the woods to who knows where.

“The hell?” Bakugou shouted after you, “the fuck is your problem!”

You bristled, irritated at his voice as you shouldered your way through the bushes. He was insufferable, cold, and certainly desensitized to death. How he could have no empathy or emotion was beyond you.

Maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Maybe you should have just left when you could and gone home. Suffered in your own little enclosed world, where things were out of your control, but at least they weren’t spiraling.

You were spiraling, in fact, the world really did seem to be spinning. The dark forest seemed to warp as you leaned heavily against a dead tree. Your temple was throbbing with the beat of your heart and you suddenly became aware of the memory of Keigo hitting you on the side of the head.

A soft whine escaped your lips as you slid down the side of the tree, the old bark cutting into your skin through your shirt. The last time you felt this bad was when you were thrown from Gran’s old ranch horse and had to stay holed up in your room for a few days.

You lifted your head a little at the sound of boots stomping towards you and you sighed, feeling too bad to snap at Bakugou.

“What makes you think you can run off, huh?” Bakugou said angrily as he squatted down in front of you, “look I know you’re hurtin’, but you gotta brush this off. It wasn’t your fault.”

You looked at him, while breathing heavily through your nose. The vertigo you were experiencing was making it hard to even comprehend what he was saying, but deep down you knew he was right about you letting it go. “He said,” you began, your mouth drying, “he said he was gonna tell the post I murdered Tokoyami.”

“Well shit,” Bakugou grumbled, “how no one has picked up on this guy's lies is astonishing.”

You nodded, shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over you.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, he had almost gotten Keigo today. He just had grazed the side of his head, not enough to take out the fucker, but enough to make ‘em mad enough to act out. Which was something he did not want to deal with again. “Look, no one’s gonna believe that shit-” he paused as you groaned. “The hell are you groaning about?”

“He got me-”

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?” Bakugou interrupted, immediately grabbing at your clothes, his red eyes wide as he felt around for any blood.

You hissed, “no my head, I almost shot him but I ran out of bullets, then he hit me,” you explained quietly.

“Told you to never have an empty pistol,” Bakugou chastised as he let his hands drop from your sides. “Can you stand? Need to get a better look.”

You attempted to stand but you immediately fell back down, your legs were weak from the nausea. “No,” you croaked.

“Alright,” Bakugou sighed, “don’t kick me this time,” he added as he easily picked you up. He kept a hand firm under your thighs and the other supported your side as you slumped against him.

Your eyelids were heavy as you pressed your cheek against Bakugou’s chest. The starch of his shirt was itchy against your skin, but it was better than the tree. Had you not been feeling so bad, you probably would have been a stuttering mess. No one has ever held you like this, not that you had ever willingly let someone.

“Keep your eyes open,” Bakugou said from above you as he stepped over a fallen log.

You huffed, feeling another wave of nausea roll over you. You were tired. It has been about twenty-four hours now since you last slept. Bakugou set you down against the log he was leaning on earlier and you felt your eyelids flutter close. If you could sleep for just a little bit, you’d probably feel better. But a light slap on your cheek had your eyes flying back open, and you glared up at Bakugou, “that hurt.”

“No it didn’t,” Bakugou said gruffly as he sat down next to you. “Quit lookin’ at me and turn your head.”

You exhaled heavily through your nose as you looked away from him and let out a yelp when he prodded his fingers against your temple. “Ouch!”

“Quit squirmin’,” Bakugou muttered, narrowing his eyes as he pushed some of your hair back to look at your wound. He sighed after a while and removed his hand, “he got you pretty good, surprised that you didn’t pass out. Gonna have to stay here for a few more days, you’ll need to sleep it off.”

You nodded, shuffling back against the log as you went to close your eyes. Sleeping it off didn’t sound too bad, “alright.”

“But not yet,” Bakugou quickly interjected, “you have to stay awake till morning at least.”

You folded your hands over your stomach as you slid your gaze to him. “And why would I need to do that?”

“Cause ya’ might not wake up,” Bakugou replied nonchalantly as he grabbed a piece of jerky from his bag and took a bite.

Your eyes widened in mild horror. “Huh? I might not wake up?”

Bakugou nodded as he put his good hand behind his head, “yeah when I was in the military this one guy got clocked over the head with the butt of a pistol. Medic told him to stay awake for the remainder of the day, he didn’t listen and that was the last we saw of ‘em.”

You furrowed your brows horrified that Bakugou was even telling you this. “So I’m gonna die?”

He snorted, “no, I never said that-”

“But you implied it,” you interrupted, voice shrill.

Bakugou looked at you through narrowed eyes as he took another bite of his jerky, “you’re not gonna die. Just stay awake.”

“What if I fall asleep?” you asked, sitting up a little bit.

“You’ll be fine, and I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep now,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You frowned at him. Was he just trying to make you scared so you’d stay awake? “You’re despicable, you know that?” you huffed as you folded your hands over your stomach again.

Bakugou shrugged, returning his gaze to the fire, “whatever.”

“Well, now that I know you’re bluffin’ I’m going to sleep,” you muttered and promptly turned away from him to lay on your side.

“I wasn’t bluffin’,” Bakugou replied as he roughly yanked you back on your back. “You do need to stay awake.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “fine, I’ll stay awake.” You grumbled something under your breath before a shiver wracked your form. You were pretty high up in the mountain now so it was much colder now.

The pine needles lightly rattled against one another as a gust of cold wind cut through the woods. It smelled like winter so far up in the mountains. In fact, you were curious if it would snow instead of rain. You liked the snow, but not when you only had a shirt and a pair of jeans. “It’s cold,” you said aloud, mostly to yourself.

Bakugou hummed, glancing up at the sky. It was cold, he had seen some birds flying down the mountain earlier, so he figured you’d both be running into some snow soon. Which he for once, wasn’t prepared for, but it’s not like he had planned to be on this mountain for so long. He looked back down at you, the last thing he needed was you or him getting sick on top of you both being injured.

You sniffled as you continued to stare into the fire. Your thoughts briefly wandered back to your sisters at home. What would they think when they heard the rumors that Keigo was about to spread. Surely they wouldn’t believe it.

Your father, however, was a loose cannon. There was no telling what he was gonna do once he heard the apparent news of you murdering a soldier. You huffed, you could expect the worst from him.

There was some shuffling next to you and you glanced over to see that Bakugou was yanking his blanket out with his good hand before he practically threw it at you. You recoiled and pulled the thick fabric from your face, “what’s this for?”

“Just use it, can’t have you gettin’ sick too. I want off this fuckin’ mountain,” Bakugou grunted as he tipped his cowboy hat down over his eyes.

“But you’ll get cold too,” you said, your voice small as you spread the blanket out. It was warm and smelled like leather and some of the medicinal herbs he had stuffed in his bag. It wasn’t a bad smell, you found it sort of comforting because it smelled like him.

“No, I won’t,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Your nose is pink,” you pointed out.

“It’s always like that,” he argued.

“No it’s not,” you shot back, shaking your head slightly. You weren’t even sure why you were arguing with him. You should just roll over and try to ignore him. He’s been an ass anyway, right?

Bakugou yanked his hat back from over his eyes and shot you a nasty glare before roughly scooting himself closer to you and tearing the corner of his blanket from your hands. He yanked the green wool over his lap while muttering something under his breath before leaning back against the log and pulling his hat over his eyes once more. “Is that fuckin’ better, princess?” he snapped as he folded his arms over his chest.

Your face was practically as hot as the fire in front of you. “Yeah, that’s better,” you replied, your voice wavering a bit. He was so close now, his shoulder and thigh were now pressed against yours. He was warm too, much warmer than the blanket he had given you. You gulped, there was that stupid feeling fluttering in your chest, which made you squirm.

“If you keep squirmin’ I’m moving,” Bakugu said roughly.

You stilled, glancing up at him from next to you. His breaths started to even out and before you knew it he had fallen asleep. It was almost shocking to you that he was letting himself fall asleep while being so close to you.

Did that mean he was comfortable around you?

Obviously, he was. You have been with him for a while now practically attached at the hip. He’s probably the only person besides your sisters who knows so much about you. You let out a sigh, fighting off sleep. There were so many new emotions you were facing, and they were hard to unpack.

You let out another soft sigh before leaning back against the log and looking up at the sky. Your eyelids were so heavy and for a brief moment, you shut them.

—--

“Get off me, you little leech,” Bakugou’s gruff voice sounded far away in your mind. The heavy blanket of sleep was still weighing you down, not giving you the opportunity to open your eyes.

“Damn it, get it off!”

You blinked feeling strong hands trying to pry yours off of something. The world looked fuzzy for a moment before you realized you had yourself completely wrapped around a body.

Your arms were tight around Bakugou’s waist and you had one leg curled around his. All at once you jolted and became hyper-aware of him yanking your arms off of his waist.

Within the next second, you had scrambled away from him uttering a million apologies as you tried to calm your erratic heartbeat.

“Whatever, just don’t do it again,” Bakugou snapped, quickly turning away from you.

You cringed at yourself. How that even happened was beyond you but you didn’t miss how the tips of his ears were bright red with blush. At least that made you feel a little better not being the only one embarrassed.

“I’ll be back” Bakugou announced suddenly, his voice cracking a little as he stood up. He then stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Okay, sorry again, I guess I was cold still,” you said, trying to come up with an explanation for why you practically spooned him.

Bakugou huffed, his back was still to you. “First thing we’re doing once we get to town is gettin you your own blanket.”

Your cheeks warmed, you were so embarrassed you didn’t even want to respond to him.

Bakugou wasn’t even planning on waiting for your response anyway as he was already quickly walking away from you. His shoulders were just about bunched up to his ears as he disappeared into the undergrowth.

You rubbed your eyes, wishing the earth would swallow you whole. Perhaps you should go after him and apologize again? But the pounding in your head became apparent again causing you to rethink getting up.

You grumbled, feeling guilt gnaw at you even more and with a sigh you stood up, swaying a bit as you found your footing. Maybe you could go back by the river to wash off again. It was cold, but it would be nice to be clean again.

The world blurred for a moment as you took a step and then another one. Before you knew it you were out of camp and walking through the pine forest. It never occurred to you how dense the woods were the further up the mountain you traveled.

The trees were massive too, they stretched about thirty feet into the sky and their trunks were so large you could easily hide behind one and no one would be able to see you.

Your thoughts then turned back to Tokoyami.

The last thing he ever saw was this forest, these trees, and you. A knot formed in your stomach thinking back on his final moments. A life that was cut too short all because you didn't keep track of how many bullets you had left.

You sighed, remembering how cold Keigo was as he shot his comrade without blinking an eye. It was disturbing that he’s done something like that before.

To Bakugou and Kirishima.

The thought of whatever Keigo had done to them was almost too much to even think about. So instead you turned your thoughts back to the forest around you.

You started to notice that there was an abundance of berry bushes around. From what you could see there were a few raspberry and blackberry bushes close by. Which you took advantage of, you snatched a few off their branch and continued searching for Bakugou while snacking.

“Bakugou?” You said aloud in between bites. He couldn’t have gone far. Maybe you should have just stayed at camp.

You pushed past some branches that led you to the river and you stopped instantly. The raspberry that you were about to chew instantly got sucked down your throat as you sharply inhaled making you double over coughing.

Bakugou promptly turned around to see you hacking up a lung and he did a double-take. You followed him all the way out here? “The fuck are you doing here!” He shouted, cheeks flaming.

You slapped your hands over your eyes, not even able to form a coherent sentence. All you could do was stutter out some words and blindly try to turn around.

Apparently, he had left to go bathe, which was valid. He didn’t have to tell you that. Now you really wished the earth would swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry!”

“Sorry, my ass!” Bakugou said back, his voice cracking again as he stomped into the water.

“I really am!” You said again and then proceeded to blindly, turn back around and scramble back to camp. Blood was pounding in your ears as you booked it back to camp as fast as you could without falling over.

How you could mess up badly was beyond you, but twice in one day? That had to be a new record. Once you finally reached camp you promptly laid back down and shut your eyes, hoping that you would fall asleep before he got back.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. You were surely tired enough, but the butterflies in your tummy were acting all weird.

Granted you didn't know much but you knew whatever feelings Bakugou was stirring up in you, they were bad. And they only seemed to be getting stronger.

You were so caught up trying to squirm away from your butterflies you didn’t even notice him walking back to camp. Or see that he hesitated by the tree line, trying to cool his cheeks with the back of his hands.

He cleared his throat, making you jolt from under the blanket.

You didn’t dare look at him. Just seeing him would bring that image of him back into the forefront of your mind. You gulped, he was a big guy, you knew that. Obviously, you knew that you saw him shirtless before, but this time… you shook your head, trying to not let your mind wander.

“So,” Bakugou coughed lightly, “your head still hurtin’?”

You exhaled sharply before turning over and looking up at him. He was sitting weird, and far away from you. Which made you feel like a total idiot. Now he was clearly uncomfortable with you. Did you just ruin the barely budding relationship you had with him because you walked in on him naked?

You sighed, probably.

“It’s better,” you replied, letting your gaze drop from his.

“That’s good, we should probably get goin’ then. Wanna get down the mountain before it snows,” he said. He then stood up, shooting you one more passive look before going to tack up his horse.

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The ride down the mountain was tense. There was a new sort of tension between you two that you couldn’t put your finger on. Bakugou kept his conversations with you short and sweet, well sweet was an understatement. He had turned back to being brash towards you again.

Which was better than nothing at all, you supposed.

When you finally reached the town after four more days of riding, you had never been so happy to see buildings in your life. The little town was small with only a courthouse, the sheriff's office, and a large market where some of the locals sold their goods.

Your horse whinnied as you came to a stop outside of the sheriff's office and you squinted at Bakugou, watching him dismount his horse. “Why are we stopping here?”

Bakugou looked up at you and shook his head, “just wait here, okay?”

You furrowed your brows as you watched him tie his horse and then walk into the sheriff's office. You only waited a few minutes before he was walking back out, this time there was someone behind him. This must be Deku.

Deku was tall, just a little taller than Bakugou and he had the greenest hair you’ve ever seen. It reminded you of the color of the evergreen trees you saw up in the mountain. He had a smattering of freckles across his face and a broad smile. It was almost shocking to see someone who looked so friendly with Bakugou.

“Y/n,” Bakugou began, “this is Deku, you’ll be stayin’ with him for a while.”

It was then your little world you had built with Bakugou shattered. Your voice caught in your throat before speaking, “why am I stayin’ with him? I thought that was only when I was your hostage still?”

Bakugou bristled, he looked irritated with the question you asked. He knew you were gonna ask it, but it still bugged him when you did. “I got some things to sort out with the rest of the group. You’ll be safer here.”

“But I-”

“No, you’re stayin’ here,” Bakugou growled, “I’ll be back in a few days. Don’t do anything reckless.”

Before you could even speak he had already untied his horse, got on, and promptly rode off as fast as he could, leaving you and Deku in a cloud of dust.

Hurt bloomed in your chest as you watched Bakugou’s figure grow smaller in the distance. Did he not trust you anymore? Maybe you really did screw up. But then you remembered how much your personality has seemed to have changed for him. You were not even acting like yourself recently. Maybe this break was good.

You huffed and looked towards Deku who was shielding his face from the sun. “So, where should I tie my horse?” you asked the sheriff.

“Oh,” Deku replied a little caught off guard, “here, we can take him to my place. I’m done for the day.”

You watched Deku lock up his office before getting up on a large buckskin mare next to you. He did seem nice, and from what you could tell so far he was the exact opposite of Bakugou.

“So, Kacchan told me a bit about you, you’ve got an interesting story,” Deku said as he led you down the main street of the town.

You blinked, “he did?”

Deku nodded, “yeah, I gotta say I’m a little surprised you’ve put with him for so long, Kacchan is about as prickly as a porcupine.”

You laughed, “he is a little prickly, but overall he’s been nice.”

Deku looked back at you and raised an eyebrow, “nice?”

You nodded, “yeah, he’s been attentive I guess. He did most of the hunting for the both of us, he gave me his blanket, taught me how to shoot. I mean I was surprised too, I heard from the post that Bakugou was pretty much the most dangerous outlaw around.”

Deku hummed, “interesting.”

You rode up next to the sheriff, “how so?”

Deku shrugged, “never heard of him doin’ anything like that for anyone besides Kirishima.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you shook your head, “I think he just feels sorry for me. I keep messing up around him,” you admitted.

“Right,” Deku replied before he stopped in front of a large barn. “You can put your horse in the empty stall and your things in the tack room. I’ll be back in the house. Feel free to use anything.”

You nodded, deciding to keep silent as you got off your horse and led him towards the empty stall before untacking him. You ran your hand down your horse's flank, he was soft and steady. He was probably the most consistent part of your life right now.

You finished brushing him off and getting the tangles out of his tail and mane before tossing some of Deku’s hay into his stall. You gave him one last pat and then headed towards Deku's house.

Deku had a nice house. It was small, probably had about two bedrooms, and was painted yellow. He had a few vegetables in a garden close by and a chicken coop around the back. As you walked closer to the front door, a large white dog bounded up to you, panting as you bent down to pet him.

After a few small pats, Deku’s dog wandered off back to the coop to watch over the chickens. You then walked into Deku’s house and to your surprise, he was cooking something.

“Oh hey, you’re back, I hope you’re okay with steak and potatoes?” he asked, looking back at you over his shoulder. He was wearing an ivory shirt that he had rolled back past his elbows paired with an apron?

“That’s fine, thank you,” you replied, and then glanced around the interior of his home. It was sparsely decorated, but it was comfy.

“Your room is off to the left, there’s a tub in there. I already filled it up for you,” he said, giving you a warm smile before returning to his cooking.

Your eyes widened, he did that for you? “Thank you, Deku, really.”

Deku laughed, “of course, and you can call me Izuku.”

Izuku? You furrowed your brow, why did Bakugou call Izuku, Deku? You shrugged and then headed to the bathroom.

———

After you had bathed and ate you told Izuku that you were going to head to bed. It would be good for you to rest after such a long time on the road, to which he thankfully agreed.

He was kind enough to give you an extra set of clothes and a large shirt to sleep in, which you were thankful for too.

You should have felt relieved to be in a warm house with a full belly, but you found that you missed being outside and sleeping under the stars. You missed the crackle of the fire and the smell of smoke.

But most importantly you missed him.

To even acknowledge that you were attached to Bakugou in any way would have made the old you turn up your nose in disgust. How could you ever miss the company of a man? A man as brute and brash as Balugou?

But you did. You missed him and a small part of you hoped that he might be missing you too.

#iwar #Bakugou x reader #character.death #.violence #.gun mention and violence #tw.character death #tw. gun mention #tw. violence #outlaw!bakugou

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bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence.

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light.

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with.

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

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danniburgh · 4 years ago

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So we errrm got a spicy hint of it in your requested fic but ummm javi's size kink? Like he's hooking up with some girl and he just loves picking her up and manhandling her it makes him feel all big and powerful and she loves how she feels soo small compared to him...

Feel free to ignore this if you want but this is deffs a request ❤️

A HINT? where??? lol, me??? a size kink???? me??? a 5′1 woman????? noooooo sjasaskj... let’s see what i can do about this request! let’s goooooo

warnings: FILTH, this is gonna be soft smut but still smut, size kink i guess?, and some dirty talk, i didnt put that much manhandling lol but yeah, unprotected seggs

btw guys lol yall so thirsty, ask me for fluff or something!!!!

He helped you get rid of your blouse carefully, his large hands roamed through your skin and made you shiver, you were eager and unhooked your bra, letting it fall on the floor next to your blouse, Javier cupped your breast and his hand covered it almost entirely, you let out a content sigh when his other hand grabbed your face and he leaned down to take your lips on his again.

You let your hands slid through his naked torso and reached the hem of his jeans, you unbuckled his belt and he let you undo the button and drag down the zipper.

Before you could help him slid off his pants, his mouth moved from your lips to your neck, where he left a few kisses and his hands went to your waist, he easily lifted you up and walked to the couch with you still in his arms, you let out a yelp and he smiled at you.

“I need to get you ready first,” he mumbled inches from your face, you nodded.

“Okay, Javi,”

Javier laid you down on the couch and helped you out of your skirt, dragging it down your legs along with your panties, he smirked at you when you opened your legs for him and he saw the way your pussy was glistening.

“Look at that little pussy, I made you that wet?” you nodded at his deep-timbered question and he kneeled on the couch between your spread legs. His big, warm hands caressed your thighs and you shivered at the contact, he leaned down and hovered over your pussy, you looked down at him and he blew on it, making you moan “ready, little girl?” you sighed.

“Yes, Javi, please,” you pleaded and he licked your slit, your legs trembled and you wrapped them around his shoulders, he started licking and nibbling on your pussy eagerly, making you let out the softest moans, he was in bliss, eating from you like you were a five course meal, enjoying your little noises, he shoved his tongue into your slit and felt your cunt clench around the tip, he let himself fuck you with his tongue and enjoy the juices it was giving him, he pushed his finger inside and you moaned

“You’re so tight, holy shit, is this little pussy gonna take all of me?” he looked at you trying to open your mouth to answer as he curled his large finger inside, enjoying the way his middle finger was almost reaching your cervix, he was in fucking bliss, he pushed his index finger into you and let them inside for you to clench over and adjust to them “jesus, baby, I’m not sure if I’m gonna fit in here,”

“We’ll make it fit, Javi, I promise,” you mumbled as his fingers scissored inside you, stretching you open for him “please, fuck me, please, Javi,”

“Be patient, little girl, you need to be ready,”

“I’m ready, please, please I need you inside me,” you begged and he moved and curled his fingers one last time before taking them out and bringing them to your mouth, you licked them clean as he leaned over you and let your hands move to his hips and push down his jeans, in a swift motion he got rid of them and started playing his cock on your drenched slit, “please, Javi, get inside me, I need your big cock inside my little pussy, please,”

Javier grunted and smirked at you as you braced yourself on his shoulders, he started pushing his cock inside your cunt and you cried out.

“Your strangling my dick, baby, I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nodded as he pushed himself further and deeper.

“You’re splitting me in half, Javi, fuck,” he was feeling you shiver and coming undone under his large body, he loved the way his cock made you squirm without him even moving. He bottomed up inside you and felt your walls clenching around him.

“So tight, this little cunt of yours is so fucking tight, baby,” he leaned down to kiss you and you bucked your hips “you want me to move?” you nodded frantically and he pulled out almost entirely and thrusted into you harshly.

“Fuck!” you cried out again “again, do it again,”

“Look at you, so fucking hungry for this big cock,” he repeated and pushed into you once, twice, three times, making you scream, he kissed you again as tears of pleasure and slight pain gathered around your eyes, he set a killing pace and started pounding into your suffocating walls as the pain went away and you started screaming his name.

“You’re so fucking big, Javi, I can feel you so deep in my gut, oh my god.” you cried out, Javier slid his hand to your lower belly and pressed on the skin, feeling his cock as he pushed it inside you “you’re so deep inside me, fuck,”

“I’m gonna cum inside you and push it so deep into you, you’re gonna have me inside you for days,” he mumbled as his lips found your neck and one of his fingers moved to your clit, covering it whole with one finger pad “you’re doing great, baby, this tiny little pussy of yours is taking me so fucking good,” you cried out his name as you felt your climax build up, you could feel him pound into your stomach, your nails dug into the skin of his broad shoulders as he was enjoying having you coming undone under him, “fuck, you’re being the best girl, taking me whole into your little cunt,” you had your legs wrapped around his waist and he let his arm wrap around your lower back as he lifted you off the couch and held you on the air as if you were a rag doll, pounding hard and strong into you.

“I’m so close, Javi, please, cum with me,” you pleaded, throwing your head back, he devoured your neck while you came around his cock and drenched it with your juices, he thrusted into you another dozen murdering times until his body stilled and he held you tight to his chest, spilling himself inside you so hard you could taste him in your mouth.

“I’m definitely gonna call you again,” he mumbled on the skin of your neck and you let a contented, tired giggle.

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 4 years ago

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hii I wanted to ask if you were stilling planning to write “boys react to s/o loving stare” part 2? I was wondering if you could consider writing about the Nekoma boys? specifically kenma?? -I hope you’re doing well btw!! and thank you for writing and posting so often!!💓qq

yes ofc <33, and thank u bubsie :) also sorry that if i only do lev, kuroo and kenma, i don’t really know the other characters too well!! also also, sorry that this is a little late

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾

you shivered as the cold breeze from kuroo’s patio flew past you, kuroo quickly picking up on the fact you were cold. he swiftly took of his velvet blazer, delicately placing it on the top of your shoulders, shooting you a quick yet warm smile. he huffed, leaning onto the timber railing. he was completely mesmerized by the stars shining in the pitch black sky. the moonlight had brought out the deep chocolate in his eyes, god was he perfect. you felt like the luckiest person on earth to even stand this close to him, to be immersed in his scent.

out of his peripheral vision, he caught you completely enamored in his beauty. he smirked, not even breaking his gaze with the stars to softly grasp your hand. his smile began to widen when you gripped even tighter, causing him to finally break his gaze from the stars and look over at you. kuroo pulled you closer to himself, as his lips softly grazed your forehead. he pecked you quickly on the forehead before pulling you into his desirable lips.

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰

you collapsed onto kenma’s bed, softly huffing as you buried your face into his pillow. it smelt like the watermelon conditioner he occasionally used, the same on you could smell when he occasionally cuddles into your chest, letting you rest your chin onto his head. you turned onto your back, leaning onto your elbows to support you as you look up at kenma, trailing in after you entered. his eyes are glued to the new game he bought, yet he somehow still manages to cautiously sit up next to you without squashing you. you crawled up next to him, softly resting your head onto his shoulder. you sleepily looked up, watching him completely divert his focus to the next enemy.

it baffled you how his expression could stay so soft and calm while he was defeating the enemies. you always wondered how he didn’t get frustrated or angry that quickly, and he brushed it off like it was nothing. his determination and patience was extraordinary. his skin was as soft as silk, as your nose brushed up against his jawline. you maintained your gaze into his slick, copper eyes, snuggling in closer to him.

kenma let out a slight ‘hmm?’ as he looked at you gazing at him out of the corner of his eye. his cheeks suddenly became a bright baby pink, as he looked down at you and softly smiled.

“is everything alright” he whispered, subtly pausing his game.

“perfect. everything’s perfect” you hummed, wrapping yourself around his bicep as he clicks back onto his game. shit, he lost his focus but it was so worth it to see your puppy dog eyes looking back up at him.

𝙻𝙴𝚅

you run over to lev after he’s finished practice, jumping into his worn-out arms. today was an extra-long day, nekoma had like 6 practice matches to play and he was beyond exhausted. he caught onto you so firmly, whispering little greetings in your ear. although he was practically drenched in sweat, you still clung onto him, slowly letting yourself down onto the floor without letting go. he’s still panting from having to run extra laps. you sling your hands loosely around the back of his neck, pulling his forehead in closer to you. his emerald eyes were truly astonishing to look at, almost addicting. even when he’s sweating and worn out, he still looks as beautiful as he did before he left for practice.

“how was your day” he huffed, caressing the side of your cheek.

“it was alright, I just really missed you” you softly whispered up against his lips, still engaged into his ethereal eyes.

“your eyes look really pretty this close” he muttered, still trying to catch his breathe. you can’t help but smile, he really took the words right out of your mouth.

“yours do too, levie” you murmured, lifting one hand to move a strand of hair away from his face, “i was just about to mention that to you”

“great minds think alike, huh?” he chuckled, finally delving in to kiss you before you could respond.

#hq #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #lev x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma fluff #kuroo fluff #kuroo headcanons #lev headcanons #lev fluff

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honeylikewords · 6 years ago

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hey can i request a peter maximoff x f!reader? where its during apocalypse and kinda follows their realtionship through it, from when he saves her from the x mansion. obviously im not expecting a long ass thing lol just small snippets or something! thank you!!!

hey anon? this is so darn cute, thank you SO much! (you phrased this so politely and i 100% adore and appreciate polite anons who are aware that i’m a busy gal :’) you’re a sweetie! also, thank you for specifying the pronouns and gender, that always helps!)

plus, i’ve been itching to write more peter stuff as of late to branch out a bit, so let’s try a few of these out! it’s been a hot minute since Apocalypse came out, though, so please be lenient if i forget some of the finer details of the plot!

(btw i know you said you weren’t expecting anything long but i got carried away! also, i know this deviates a little from what you probably had in mind, but i wanted to tie it in with my larger peter narrative!)

I think Peter would probably not have a girlfriend before or during the events of Apocalypse-- at least not in a conventional sense. He was pretty defeated and reclusive after Days of Future Past (aka “That One Time He Broke A Murderer Out Of Jail On A Dare And Said Murderer Nearly Assassinated The President And Destroyed The White House And Oh Also? That Murderer Is His Dad”) and kept to himself. A self-described ‘loser’, Peter just didn’t want to bother with people any more: he felt like he’d let everyone down.

That’s why I always imagined that if Peter was going to be in a relationship with someone, he’d have to know them as a close friend who has been in his life for a while. I think he’s prone to flighty crushes based on the way someone looks (he doesn’t ‘fall’ for them, but rather flirts with them until he gets bored), but he finds that, deep inside, what he really needs is someone to keep him in line, call him out on his bad behavior, and remind him of what really counts, and what really makes him a hero: protecting other people and doing his best for them.

So, I argue that Peter’s best friend would be the one who loves him and who he loves, but that they never clarified their emotions to one another, and then Peter became a recluse and shut-in after the incident with freeing Erik, so neither of them is aware of how the other feels. After all, Peter felt personally responsible and horrified to know that his actual, biological father was... that kind of person, so he was already an emotional mess just trying to sort out the fact that he is the son of a very dangerous, very unstable man. But at the same time, he was desperate to find Erik and know if his father knew about him, to understand him better, to see where he, himself, came from.

I imagine that Peter’s friend would try to talk him out of it on the basis that Erik is a clear and present danger to people and would probably not sympathize with Peter’s plight (”He blew up the White House, Peter!”). But, since Peter is such an obstinate, bull-headed young man, he pushed on, insisting that he could find something out about his father.

Maybe it’s because, deep down, Peter worries that he, himself, is the bad guy; he worries that this kind of violence, these kinds of mistakes, this failure, is bred into his bones. His mom’s a drinker, his dad’s a terrorist. One’s a little worse than the other, but it still bothers him to think that maybe he is the result of pure dysfunction. He needs to know if that bitter kind of blood runs in his veins, too, or if he can change his fate.

So, knowing that Peter is going to run headlong into danger like he always does, his friend comes along, citing that he’ll need someone to “yank him by the ear when he does some dumbshit stunt”, inevitably.

Peter ran from D.C. to the X-Mansion in the film, so if he brings his friend with, he’ll likely have to carry her (and take periodic breaks so she doesn’t get motion sick or whiplash), all the while trying not to let his hands wander too much, nor to let himself stare at her and watch as she clings to him and her hair bounces in the breeze his speeds creates. She looks so pretty as she blinks, her lashes kissing together... He then makes himself look away so he doesn’t build his hopes up too high.

I think Peter really severely considers himself a complete and total loser, fluke, failure, and mistake, so he doesn’t think someone as sensible, pretty, and kind as his friend could ever love him. He’s happy(ish) to just stay her friend if that means keeping her in his life. He just wants something constant, something familiar, something stable, and she brings that to him.

As they arrive at the X-Mansion, he feels something’s off, and the moment he looks at the place, he gets that itchy feeling all up and down his spine that says “something’s wrong”. He sets his friend down at a safe distance from the school and makes sure to slow down to her speed so she can see him as he says “I gotta go for a sec. You wait here.”

He tucks the Twinkie he’d picked up at the gas station during their last break into her hand and zips off to handle the explosion and save as many students (and dogs eating pizza) as he can. Once they’re safely removed, he returns to his beloved and stands between her and the explosion, wrapping her in a tight hug and tucking her in so that if any part of the blast rattles them, she’ll be safe in his arms. He slows down and the world returns to normal, his friend clinging to him.

“What did you DO?!,” she shrieks.

“I just saved everyone’s lives, that’s what!”

“You BLEW UP the SCHOOL?!”

“NO, someone else did that! I got everyone out! Jeez, someone’s not grateful to her hero, huh?”

But she pauses for a moment, cupping her hands on his cheeks and noticing he has a few smudges of dirt and soot from the burning air in the mansion. She strokes a thumb over the harsh line of his cheekbone, smearing the dust on his face. He grows very quiet as his heart runs even faster than normal, its beats shaming the fluttering of hummingbird wings.

“You’re a mess,” she murmurs. “Someone’s gotta look out for you, big hero.”

“That’s why I’ve got you,” he replies. “To look out for me.”

She nods and gently squeezes his face, and he can feel the tips of her fingers brush against the long ends of his silver hair, barely a ghost of a touch. He still shivers.

In the background, stones collapse and timbers creak, letting out almighty groans and snarls as the oxygen gets eaten up by ravenous flames. Peter shivers again, but for a different reason: there’s real destruction happening before him. Hundreds of people could be dead if he hadn’t intervened, and she could have been among that body count if he hadn’t been careful.

From there, Peter realizes the severity of the situation. It’s no longer fun and games, no longer hide-and-go-seek with an absentee father. It’s life or death stakes. And he doesn’t want her involved in any of this.

Peter intentionally hides her away before he makes his break to go find Erik, insisting that she stay clear of all of this. She tries to fight him and come with, but he grips her arms and looks deep into her eyes, a strange kind of gravity in his demeanor. Peter is normally never so serious, but as he looks at her and squeezes her, she knows, things are far from normal for him.

“I need you to stay here,” he stresses, emphatically shaking her. “You cannot get into this with me. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“Peter--”

“No. This is my problem. This is as far as I’m letting you go with me.”

“But--”

“I’m sorry, okay? Just... don’t miss me too much. I’ll always find a way back to, ya know, drive you crazy.”

He leans forward, and kisses her brow, quick and light. The gesture could almost be mistaken for something fratenal, had both their hearts not leapt and their eyes fixed on each other. His hand lingers on her a touch longer than it ought to for a platonic moment, and as he walks away, he casts another glance over his shoulder. She looks into his deep, dark brown eyes, and smiles at him nervously.

“Hey! You... you come back home to me, alright?”

Peter takes a deep breath and flashes her his biggest, toothiest smile.

“You bet your pretty little ass I’m gonna.”

She flips him off, laughing (though he notices her eyes remain tight with worry, and he blows a theatric kiss towards her, trying to seem goofy and playful despite the growing knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He wants her to feel relaxed, and to see him confident. After all, he thinks grimly, this may be the last time she sees him.

But he can’t imagine not seeing her again. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to think about her living a quiet life without his racket, without him there to bother her, to annoy her, to love her, whether silently or out in the open.

When he’s captured, Peter begins to despair and panic, though he masks it under his usual layers of humor and sarcasm. Though he’s quippy outside, inside, he’s riddled with worry. He might die here, in a metal cage, surrounded by freaks, and never get to tell the girl he loves that he cares about her.

He’s spent his whole life a few degrees removed, desperate to appear so aloof and carefree, but only now does he realize how much he wanted to say and do. He swears to himself that once he’s free, and once this is over, he’s going to tell the truth. He’s going to take her home and hug her tight and kiss her ‘til they both can’t breathe and he’s going to tell her, flat out, that he’s in love with her, come hell, high water, or the nuclear destruction of the earth.

From there, things progress as they must, and, eventually, Peter does come home. But he’s hobbling on a broken leg, covered in dirt and grime, looking exhausted and sweaty. His beloved runs up to him as the plane touches down, her hands spread as tears burst from her. He falls into her, gratefully and exhaustedly hugging her close. God, she feels so good, even as she weeps into his hair and runs her hands panickedly all across his back and torso, as if feeling for injuries.

“Oh, Peter, oh, god, baby, what happened?”

He’s in her arms and halfway ready to tell her, but pauses, resting his head on her shoulder tiredly as he smiles.

“Did you just call me ‘baby’, sweetie?”

“...Did you just call me ‘sweetie’?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second... baby.”

They lean on each other for a moment before they manage to stumble towards a place to sit down and rest Peter’s leg as the emergency response teams and paramedics appear to take care of the injured. Peter leans his head against her chest and closes his eyes, hearing her heartbeat. That pulse reminds him of the promise he made to himself.

He reaches out and takes her hand, intwining their fingers and squeezing her.

“Hey, babe, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“...I, uh, I was thinking about some, um, stuff. And I realized some stuff about myself and about what I care about and... I, you know, I didn’t end up telling Magnet-Head about... who I am. Because I think I realized that I don’t really need him. He’s not my family. He’s never been there for me, and I don’t need to keep chasing him to know where I’m supposed to be, you know?”

“...Peter, what are you saying?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath and nuzzles in closer, letting his tired eyes fall shut as he takes in the smell of her; smoke and ash and just the littlest hint of perfume. All her. Warm and present.

“I’m saying... the people who matter in your life aren’t always the ones who, you know, you share DNA with. Sometimes the most important people are the ones who have been there for a long time, and you realize you love them and you can’t live without them and-- oh, fuck it.”

He sits up, puts his hands on her cheeks, and looks into her eyes, smiling as sweetly as he can with all the butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“I love you. And you’re more a part of my family than that guy could ever be to me.”

“...Are you saying I’m like a sister to you?”

Peter pauses, then snorts, rolling his eyes. He lets out a playful, exasperated sigh, and presses his forehead to hers, his tired muscles groaning with relief to find solace in her.

“No. I mean that I love you. As in ‘I want to be around you forever’ love you. As in ‘you’re my best friend but even more than that’ love you. As in ‘can I kiss you’ love you.”

He gets his answer as she rubs her thumb on his small, chapped bottom lip, staring at it hungrily.

“Thought you’d never ask, you big jerk.”

In a pile of rubble, on an overcast day, with a broken leg, after the threat of nuclear armageddon, after the most taxing and painful battle of his life, Pietro Django Maximoff has his first kiss. Far from his house, far from the little world he used to inhabit, he finds his home, pressed into the lips of the girl he’s known and loved all along.

Peter swears, for years after, that the kiss healed his broken leg. She always bats his chest and tells him to check his facts and remember the full limb cast he was in for a month. Then he kisses her again and remarks that nothing could hurt him with her love in his heart, and they both laugh at the schmaltz and sweetness of the love they’ve built together.

#this got so LONG ghksfhklfdh #gif warning #messages #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #x men #marvel #Anonymous

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tgg liveblog

tgg part 1 - ah yes, the beatrice dedication - please let there be the water cycle - YES - look at him go with his powerpoint, imma make a meme format sometime - the queequeg!! - aye!! - aye!! - FIONA!!!!!!!!1 - SHIVER OUR TIMBERS - fake news!! - dajkdsajkldsh klaus is trying - screw fionas father - ok good he never came back - sugar bowl!! - briny beach!! - slsdhdsjnbdsbsksddsfjk touristy family!! - "is it bc i didnt murder the baby?" - im sure olafs trying his best - dajkakjdfsjkkjl the vendors finally done - prepaid - report to captain esme and her noodle sub!! - cookie?? - phil!!!! - kjadlfjhlljf eaten by a shark - jkljksjkd its just gum - jhfdjkladdfjk phil is a mood - "i see." the jealousyyyy - he who hesitates is lost - aye-aye!! - he or she? why not use they? - we getting morally gray characters boys!! - quigley and poe!!!! - btw why is quigley so goddamn handsome and cute - kit!!! - VFD!! - olaf dont do that you can stab your finger - yikes he did - captain esme is a look - carmelita really needs attention - sksksajldajldjk the music, the dance afdjkladfhjkadjklaf it just gets me - the countie face!! - salads!! - "oh no,," - herman melville! - my cology, your cology - dsjahjkadsfl get a room!! - damn fiona - her brother died in a manatee accident - ljdfhjdkasjlkfd phil raided the pantry - chowder! - sunnys a natural!!! - fdjhdsjldafjlfd the peels on phils face - shes morally gray, baudelaires!! - mediocre barrier - the grotto!! - she! - fiona and violets falling outttt - yay for phil and sunny!! - dfajadfjadjsk - "theres no problem a family dinner cant be solved" same energy as b99's "nothing meant to be broken" - hoo boys here come a lot of those incorrect quotes - jdfaalfdjfjdj is lettuce edible? according to america, it isnt! - poor fernald,,, let fernald rest!! - actually let everyone rest - medusoid mycelium,,,, - THE GREAT UNKNOWN???? - IT IS - WTF WAS THAT - OH MY GOD - THATS AN EYE - OH MY GOD - IS THAT THE BOMBINATING BEAST??? - OH MY GOD - BIRD BOX CANT EVEN - sunnys trying her best to wink - laughing has gone,,,, it is a dire world - lifes the pits! - is carmelita genuinely crying or - adfsjkdafkladfsj gravity and inner beautys a myth yall - calamari - jhhhjdfkdfa volunteers relate to skin diseases - esme when her captains hat was stolen: wig,,, - i love the cgi!! - oh my godd its the evil laughs ljadfksladsjkadsfdjs - ha ho hi ho horticulture! - jkafdhadfhjadksjlf the octopus dress - phil shut up - esme @ baudelaires: i dont know her - ho ho ho ho - jkfdjklfkjadfsjkfld toes??? why toes??? - esme has a foot fetish - jdafdjkdasfjljhad girls cant be captains but women can - "sea monster!" "how dare you call me that!" - BUT DARLING! - ha ha hostages! hee hee antagonism! cackle cackle cakesniffer! - sdsljkskdljka lems in a lil sub! - olaf eats volunteers like we eat the rich - oh and soft pretzels too - morse code from fiona! - kit!!!! - telegram!! - fiona? fernald? FAMILY REUNION??? - oh crap. not yet - he broke the telegram :( - REUNION - whos kit calling? - "youre playing with fire. fernald" WHAT - no that cant be?? - whomstve took the sugar bowl - QUIGLEY!!!!!!!!!!! - THE MYCELIUM - OH MY GOD THATS TERRIFYING - OH THATS CREEPY - THEY NEED TO GO - OH MY GOD - hmmmmm fernald did a fast one for fiona - adfhjaljdsfh "i still got two of them!" - quigley opened the sugar bowl - whats in it??? - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - THE MYCELIUM - SUNNY - NOOOOOO - AAAA - DAFJKDSHJADSDSF NOOOOOOOOOOOOO - THAT GAVE ME MESOTHELIOMA ----- TGG part 2 - no disguise voice again? - shame - HER THROAT??? AN HOUR??? AAAAAAAA - tort tort turmeric! - haha hoi polloi! - HER COUGHING MAKES ME WANNA DIE - "special dance recital!" "PLLEASE NO" - THIS EPISODE IS REAL TIME AND SHES GONNA DIE IN REAL TIME - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - FERNALD KNOWS ABOUT THE MYCELIUM - "its gonna be ok" im gonna dieeeeee - minimum effort, MAXIMUM PAIN - caber-net - violet ribbon!! - MUSICAL NUMBER!!! - carmelita is innocent,,, she calls out mommy - aye aye your Esmeness! - VIVA LA REVOLUTION! - les miserables submarine au - HORSERADISH!! - WASABI - oh my god,,,, its a birthday cake - GOD TGG MAKES ME WANNA CRY - HER VOICE IS STRANGLED - OH GOD - WASABI!!! - YAY - bonding moment!! - telegram time - "bore orphan fruit" - olaf wants love and attention,,,, god what a mood - fungus trap! - the hotel denouement!! - FAMILY REUNION - YAY - FERNALD AND FIONA!! - AAAA SNICKET SIBLING PORTRAITS - "there is no wrong side of the schism" oh god - the fire,,,,, oh god - his hands were cut off by a stray piece of firewood,,, - THEYRE LIKE CHEFS SALADS - heehee hot pot! - hahaha harpy! - hahaha halfwit!! - FERNALD NO - GOD TGG IS TERRIFYING WHY IS OLAF STRANGLING FERNALD - youve got a lot of "moxie", kid - what choice do i have - OHHHHH BOY - i thought klaus was gonna confess his love to fiona - aaaaa convincing motivations make a chefs salad - THEY KISSED!!!! - DONT HURT FIONA - the cgi is amazing - OH GOD THE GREAT UNKNOWN - ***TURBO DRIVE*** - tee hee taa to-ho-tal ANNIHILATION - FORESHADOWING - they keep referencing crossroads a lot - CARRIER CROWS!! - SUGAR BOWL!! - LEMS IN THE SAME SWIMSUIT!! - too bad the cs lewis poem didnt make it - BRINY BEACH!! - THE X ROCK!! - WE KNOW TSURIS MEANS - AAAAAA THE CYCLE - KIT!!!!! - JKHJAFDSJL SANTA CLAUS - POE WOULD BE A TERRIBLE GUARDIAN - THE DROPPING OF THE STONE!!!!! - CINEMATIC PARALLELS YALL - QUIGLEYS GONNA FIND HIS FAMILY - LEAVE POE MY BAUDS!! - WIDDERSHINS GOT PRISONED - THEY!!! - KIT SNICKET!!

#asoue spoilers #asoue liveblog #a series of unfortunate events #the grim grotto #shitpost

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Just Call Me (Ang)el of the Morning | Mileven AU

In the early stages of a November storm that’s set to keep him inside for three days, college student Mike Wheeler wants nothing more than to eat takeaway pizza and sleep the weekend away. But taking it easy proves harder than he first expected when, by chance, he finds a lone girl sat out on his balcony, huddled beneath the string lights his roommate hung up last year. With nothing but an ‘I heart Indianapolis’ t-shirt to clothe her, she’s a strange, beautiful sight to behold, but she’s one Mike isn’t sure he knows what to do with. Bringing her inside to keep her warm and offering her a towel is one thing, but when she starts talking about fate and soulmates and guardian angels, Mike’s in for a hell of a surprise.

Words: 1k+ | Relationship: Mike/Eleven | Characters: Mike & Eleven | Genre: Romance, Humour, Fluff, Mystery | The ‘El is short for Angel’ AU nobody asked for

[Short one-shot drabble below the cut]

“How did you even get here?”

He’s never heard of anybody just randomly, magically appearing on somebody’s balcony - not if they live on the fourth floor of an apartment complex, and especially not if they’re only dressed in a t-shirt, soaked from the heavy downpour outside.

“You let me in,” the young woman frowns, brows neatly, softly furrowing in confusion, “from the balcony.”

“No, no, I know that.” Mike says, and he shakes his head with a resigned sigh, lips pursing, “I meant, how did you get there?” He swallows, and he’s not ignorant to the way she watches him, staring at his throat with wide eyes and a titled head as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Did you… did you climb up or something?”

“How did you even get here?”

It’s strange, maybe weirder than anything else Mike has ever seen or heard or read about. And, truth be told, he isn’t sure what would of happened to her if hadn’t decided to pull his curtains back at that very moment - estimating how long his pizza would take to arrive due to the oncoming storm. The weatherman on the lunchtime news report had advised everyone to stay indoors and keep warm, so Mike has no possible understanding as to why this girl was outside, in the rain, curled up in a ball halfway up a building, barely clothed and shivering from the chilly November air.

So now, here she’s stood. Inside, in a damp ‘I heart Indianapolis’ t-shirt that’s two sizes too big, with a warm towel thrown over her shoulders because, while he’s confused and amazed and bewildered all at once, he’s also not a complete mouthbreather.

(His mother always taught him to be hospitable to guests. This totally counts.)

“You let me in,” the young woman frowns, brows neatly, softly furrowing in confusion, “from the balcony.”

She only blinks, twice, and her shoulders rise and fall as she shrugs. She takes a tentative step closer to Mike, curiosity clear on her face as she approaches him, slow and steady and almost in a dawdle. Her top is sticking to the tops of her legs, just above her knees, and the towel around her shoulders hangs down her frame carelessly, like it’s just been flung over her for the sake of it, like she didn’t want it but accepted it anyway. He would have offered her his sweater - or, well, maybe not the one he’s wearing - but he’s kind of hoping she won’t be here for too long.

“I don’t know.” She says, melodiously calm and sweet, voice laced with honey the same as her eyes. She’s still wide-eyed as she stops right in front of the young man, hands behind her back as she gawks up at him, unassuming. “I don’t know what happened.”

At that, Mike offers the slightest raise of his left brow, and he gazes down at her - standing about a foot shorter than him - with some semblance of uncertainty, “And I don’t understand.”

(He has half a mind to call the cops and let them deal with her. The other half of his brain is just screaming Mike! Girl! Pretty!, and he kind of hates himself for having been a total wastoid around girls for most of his life.)

The brunette nods, and her hands move from behind her back to clasp in front of her, fingers threading. Her eyes seem to darken, now a soberer, melancholic shade of brown compared to moments ago and she says, “I feel like I know you.”

“You do?” Mike asks, and he regrets his question immediately.

She rests her hand on his shoulders, stretching up on her tiptoes and pulling on his frame until he’s leaning down and she’s just about tall enough to stare into his eyes directly. “You have kind eyes.”

Unable to stop the blush that rises to his cheeks, Mike simply ducks his head, and he can pretend for all of maybe five seconds that this strange girl he found on his balcony isn’t the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

“They told me you’d be kind.”

“What?” His head snaps up then, and suddenly Mike is peeling her hands from his shoulders, temporary daze broken. To her credit, she doesn’t seem to mind. Her arms drop, and she sways back and forth on her feet, bare and sticky from the dirty balcony with her toes wiggling. Mike rasps out a, “Who told you?”, and he stares her down as though he’s trying to force a confession out of her.

“The people.” The girl looks up, eyes focusing on the white paint of the ceiling. She smiles absentmindedly as her gaze lowers back to his face, settling on his mouth, and she whispers, “When they sent me to you.”

“People sent you?” It’s not that he doesn’t believe her, it’s just that the circumstances of her arrival, of her appearance aren’t very clear, and she isn’t exactly doing much to explain herself.

(Does he need to call someone? Is she planning on murdering him? Is his pizza ever going to arrive? Maybe she’s not even real.)

And, though he’s far from being the greatest of samaritans, he’s pretty sure he’s never done anything to merit having a bounty hunter on his case. Either that, or she’s just plain mad. And if he’s being honest with himself, it’s probably the latter. “People sent you to me.” He states, “You’re gonna have to explain this to me a little bit more because I don’t know what to do here.” He tells, earnest and with a shaky timber to his voice.

She nods but she doesn’t reply, and then she dampens her lips with perhaps the slowest flick of a tongue he’s ever seen and Mike is flushed.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how you got here.” He tries, distracting himself, arguing. The space between his eyebrows creases as he contemplates the young woman in front of him.

She’s petite, thin, and, while his biceps aren’t huge and his upper body strength leaves much to be desired, he’s almost certain that he could pick her up with an ease, a smoothness. She just stands before him, all barefoot and tan legs, button nose and chocolate brown curls. She looks at him as though she’s a lost puppy he’s just brought in from off of the street, all curious and thankful and polite. She’s almost ethereal in the way she sways on the balls of her feet, face expressionless save for a small smile.

After a moment, she finally speaks, and it’s with a step closer to him - in his face, invading his space and stealing his oxygen - that she says, “I don’t know that. I just know why I’m here.”

“And why are you here?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out so blunt, to sound so sharp, but he can’t help it. She’s strange, and pretty, she’s filling him with nerves, second by second, breath by breath. She’s riddling him with anxiety and making him blush with just a look. “What do you want with me?”

“Don’t you know?” She voices, “I’m your angel, Mike.”

(He can’t have heard that right, surely. And how did she-)

Mike blinks, and he’s stunned into disbelief, voice higher as he squeaks, “You’re my what?”

(She’s definitely crazy, and he’s totally losing his mind.)

@puzzlingsnark @summer-in-hawkins @janeswheeler @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @fatechica @bitchin-promises @el-and-hop @mikeywheelerr @michael-hearteyes-wheeler | let me know if you want tagging/don’t want tagging in stuff btw

#mileven #mike x eleven #stranger things #fic*#st fanfiction #st fic #ship: mike x el #edit*#aesth*#[i mean... i guess i was bored?]#[blame juice newton]#[the mobile formatting is a mess i’m so cheesed]

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