#hello i have a headache and work is kicking my ass so bad today but

[ahappydnp]

no one should be this fine in a uni ID photo it’s unfair 

[boxwinebaddie]

Miss Ninaa!! When are you free for the summer???

hello, sweetling! and good morning, good afternoon or good night wherever it is that you are. <3 regardless of the time of day, please just know that the world around you is brighter bc you're in it. c':

so i just want to start out by saying that i know i say this a lot...but i cannot tell you what it means to me that you guys care enough about me to be curious about the trajectory of my offline life.

...like, i really just have the sweetest anons in the world, huh? ;-;

i feel unbelievably blessed and count my lucky stars everyday because of each and everyone of you. thank you for being your lovely, lovely selves and caring not only about me as a person but my silly and strange au styles from hell.

speaking of, i am aware that it does not seem like it because of how sporadically i post ncu related content ( if at all ) but i am trying to work on some stuff...as you know well by now, i like to really take my time putting out my work because the quality of the content that you read is paramount to me. you are all far too near and dear to my heart to receive lame, rushed, unclear boof ass content from me.

like...i simply will not do it. thank you for your paitence.

( i will say that i am specifically working on an ask about the greenhouse kiss which AAAAAA giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet, like it is SOOOOO satisfying, holy shit! it's also very, very important to the plot which is why i have been taking my time on it. i do hope to put it out today but i am trying not to make promises that i can't keep, get your hopes and dreams up just to dash them and most unfortunately, i do not have a great track record in that regard. i know it's kind of a bummer...but i like to be honest w/ y'all. )

ANYWAYS!

without further ado, here's a little glimpse into my life. xx

again, thank you for asking...that is very cute of you. c': <333

( this is lengthy and lowkey irrelevant. you can absolutely skip this but i think that i am pretty informative in here, so it might be useful? idk. )

so actually, my summer is pretty busy and jam-packed for the most part! or, the first two months are, at least. because i decided to take on summer camp here at the school i work on! camp counsellor nina!

i decided to nab a summer camp supervising position for a couple of reasons. like, obviously, teaching does not pay that much, so really, i need to make all the money i can while i can. don't worry about me tho, guys. bc actually am doing extremely well for myself. <333

( i am a very lucky person, haha -- god nerfed me by being mentally ill, but did make me pretty and personable...which gets me far in life. on the topic of mental illness [ of which i am very ] today i should fare quite well bc other than having a mild headache and being lowkey naseous because my mood stabilizer has that side effect for me...it is worth it when i rem(ember) to take it because it makes me very calm and level, so i am better at responding to my asks/doing my tasks. )

another reason is it keeps me busy...when i am not constantly busy, i get very depressed and fall into gnarly sprials. my job has a lot of downtime and when i am not running around like crazy because a bunch of teachers are out, i'm bored as fuck and i get lazy or restless.

very lame...this summer, i will be looking for a different job ( fml, if you are my boss, don't read this ) and i am a bad procrastinator so i missed the deadline for a fuck ton of teaching positions, but hopefully i can find something in the realm of associate or assistant teaching because....lmao, point and laugh but i am still a little too nervous to teach a whole class by myself. if kids get disadvantaged academically because i am too incompetent at teaching, i will die.

but yeah...if i am still babysitting fourteen year olds after this ( they did grow on me, but it's really not my speed ) please also point and laugh because i would rather go back to retail...yes, i am desperate.

on the subject of teaching kids that are in my wheelhouse and doing stuff my speed, summer camp is actually all k-5 so i will FINALLY being doing a majority of my teaching in the age group that i have my literal credential in. YAY! it's going to be hot as shit where i am over the summer, probably also tiring as shit ( have you seen how little kids act in the summer? ) but i am so fkn exCITED to work with the littles HEEEEELLL YES, BROTHER! uncle nina will be Vibing! <333

so for the first four weeks i am doing general camp stuff, getting a feel for stuff and wokring with all the grade levels...but the LAST two weeks, i get to specifically associate teach in the kindergarten classroom and AAAAAAAA!!!!! I FKN LOVE THE KINDERS!!!!! i visit them every other day because, again, i am bored as shit and they need help over there so i usually hang out with them in PE and play hula hoop tag with them...rn they are learning how to jump rope. soooo stinking cute, oh my god.

-- BUT YES I AM SOOOOO FREAKING STOKED YOU GUYS LIKE I WAS MADE FOR THIS BROTHER. i am gonna wear so many crazy outfits and do such weird makeup pray it doesn't melt off my face.

also, during camp, they go on little field trips and things, hopefully swimming, ( uncle nina is mermaid nina ) and feed you the same stuff as the campers so i get to eat like a nasty frat boy and have pizza and pasta and stuff, which, let me tell you, i am genuinely stoked because they cater a free lunch for the faculty here everyday and it's supposed to be all fancy and shit...but there is a reason it's free because it is SOOOO mid. like it really is kind of ass. i don't know how they do that.

but, sigh, camp is only six weeks so i have to fill my time with other stuff ( also i guess that means in six weeks from when school is done on june...14th, i think? i am free? ) i hope to use that time to structure the fuck out of my life, planf or the future because i am hella bad at it and i hope to do a lot of writing! kind of a pipe dream at this point becaue all my stuff has been *british tolkien vc* actual shite and i can't finish anything...but maybe when i feel better, writing will come easier? when i am less busy and stressed? i hope so. and i hope you guys are still around if i am here but i Completely understand if you are not! it's been a long, bumpy ride. you did your dues and you are free to step off at any time. again, i do not blame you. i am annoying.

BUT YEAH! that's my summer for you! summer camp, hanging out with my cat ( her name is lily, she is very beautiful, very kind, very fluffy and dumb as rocks but she is my babygirl ), getting lots of sushi, going to the thrift store, doing self care stuff, doing less self harm in various odd forms specifically in the form of self sabotage, getting my life together and organized, finding a new job, bettering myself and the world, being kind, entertaining all of you and hopefully writing again! yay! i'll update you as much as i can.

and please, please, pleeeease update me on your lives! i know i don't always respond, but i read everything. my friend who won FIRST PLACE for her raven sculpture, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY. my friends who unfortunately went through breakups, i am so sorry, please know it is their loss, you are stronger for it and i hope you heal, but if ravesey can...you can baby. also proud of my various friends going to college and my friends that are not! my friends toiling through their lame jobs and my friends who are dipping their toes in the world of creativity through writing, drawing expressing yourself! i love, love, LOVE you! thank you for sharing your lives with me.

( speaking of friends, i am specifically hoping to spend my summer bonding with my rant girlies and we made a little group chat and we are being so funny and chaotic and unhinged. i love them all so bad. )

BUT YEAH! thank you for asking my love! look out for some important in character asks, hopefully some finished or more distinguished writing and know that if i am not responding or posting, it is not because i lost interest...as you can see, i am very busy, especially as the school year approaches an end, my summer is a little busy, i fall into ugly manic/depressive cycles and am working on taking care of myself...offline. thank you for understanding.

and thank you for being here! you are troopers, forreal! you are angels and saints for putting up for me and enduring me never posting or posting really chaotic weird stuff. i love you. thanks for caring. <3

i love you and i hope you heal,

uncle nina, future ceo of glamour girl summer camp <3

P.S. i am specifically working on developing and post more about my other aus because i want to give you some variety and challenge myself to do stuff out of my comfort zone! so if you are excited at all about the tsot/tfbw nina stuff, please make some NOOOOISE! lol and if you are not i totally get it, but if you could give me gentility and grace, i would appreciate it because i'm insecure abt it. MWAH!

[mommyofkittens]

Hello! I updated the story " A Court of Fallen Heroes " on Archive of our own! Check it out and tell me what you think about it. What are your favorite tropes? What would you like to see next? Do you feel like something is missing from the story? Make sure to notify me, I am open to anything.

PART 1: Pit of Despair

Chapter 1: 3:33

   " Goddamit, Nadia. I sucked so bad today at that blood donation. " I complained while rummaging in the dark of my bag for the keys to my small apartament. " I have no ideea why the fuck did I sign up for that volunteering thing. "

          The stinging odor of disinfectant irritated my vision. Not to mention the grey walls that were stained with white dots of solution for killing beetles were making me feel even dirtier than I actually was.

          " It wasn’t so bad after all, doctor Appleheim didn’t stick the syringe down your throat at the end. " Nadia lets loose a high-pitched laughing on the phone that has me rolling my eyes, " At least you didn’t popped the poor man veins like me. " She complains and I search the red dots splashed on my shoes, remembering the disastrous moment.

          Nadia was my first friend from university and that is only because she basically jumped me on one of the anatomy laboratories, recognizing me from the day we submitted our files. I was quite impressed, I could never recall a person’s face if I only saw her once. Well, it was not because I had bad memory or short memory, - I got a handfull of healthy brains in my skull thanks to my reading addiction – but rather because I was not paying attention to anyone near me that day.

          There were actually five girls in our group that we could call quite good friends, but the two of us were always inseparable. We even wanted to do our license together, in the last year of med school.

          The familiar smell from my little apartment relaxes my muscles instantly and I take a moment to shrug the bad energies off of me. Amber, from the parfume I always wear, and hyacinth from the mini freshener I had on the shoe closet. Opening the lights from the main hall, I’m greeted by my cat’s deafening meow. " I missed you too, little boy. "

          I throw my shoes on the floor tiles, remembering myself to wipe the dust from the dark cherry color.

          The past weekend was one of the hardest calamities I have ever endured this year. Not that the last of it was any better: my love life was badly affected by my family intrusion of my intimacy and as a repercussion, so was my family life. Also, my grades from med school suddenly dropped as a result of my insomnia and constant tension.

          And I am not even adding that heavy weight I feel on my chest or the fact that I should start working soon because I had no financial support anymore.

          " How do you feel? " Nadia asks after a long pause of silence.

          I still on my own tracks and watch the cat caress my feet. Did I ever told her about my personal problems? Fuck, how could I forget that? I never liked to play the victim.

          Not good, I tell myself. Like I was kicked in the nuts and one of it got stuck in my pelvic bones.

          " You’re talking about the fact that I can’t catch a vein or?... "

          " Yes, what else? " a note of concern staines her honeyed voice, " Something else happened? "

          Oh, so I didn’t tell her.

          " No, no, what could happen? "

          Fucked a girl, that’s what happened.

          I snort at my own lying ass and lock the door behind me. " I am a little upset, but nothing some alcohol can’t heal. "             

          " Alright, dear, " Nadia chuckles and I feel her small smile through the phone, " I’ll do the same. See you tomorrow! "

          I threw the phone on the pile of folded blankets and stick my fingers in my eye holes, trying to stop the thriving headache in my temple.

          I knew it was not going to be alright. My parents were so ashamed I was dating a girl they kicked me out of the house. It was that or the possibility of losing the only person I have loved and turned my love back multiplied.

          I unpack my bag and sit on the edge of the bed, allowing myself some time of peace. The book that I finished last night laid on my night stand, making me feel stuck in their world of faes and happy endings. My bed was neated and the white sheets seemed so appealing to me, an open invitation to a death sleep. I could already depict the coldness of them engulfing me whole, promising me a short termed patch for my damaged heart.

          Closing my eyes, I listen to the ticking sound of the clock that my father gave me. I guess it was a present to remind me how a waste of time I was for him.

          Of course I had no peace of mind in my own home. He was everywhere. " Sooner or later I’ll take the syringe from doctor Appleheim and stick it in my throat by myself. "

          These emotions, the anxiety and haste made me feel so tired. Was it ever going to end? This constant sense that my every step was being watched and analyzed, my never ending bad luck? Is my existence a joke to some higher divinity that gets bored every now and then and throws some bad shit into someone’s life just for fun?

          " Come, Icarus " I mumble and open my white blouse, swearing at the shit material of these doctor uniformes that made me sweat like a man, " your whore of a mother needs a drink. "

          I get up and change into a green hoodie, tying my hair in a knot at the back of my head and making a mental note to wash it tonight. I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I instantly regret it. I looked hazardous, my green mascara was smeared under my eyes making the dark circles turn purple, my scalp was still stained from my red dye and the broken blood vessels from my eyes overpowered the grey irises.

          Maybe I was going mad after all, and I was barely 23.

          After several unsuccessful attempts to find a wine glass, I satisfy my needs with a pink cup for coffee that says: ‘ Don’t be a whore, suck some coffee! ". I fetch the white wine from my almost empty fridge and officially start my lonely night.

          The cat jumpes on the table and meows, considering me with his golden eyes. I stare right back, taking a massive sip from the alcohol and admire the only patch of white fur around his neck. Nausea hits me when I remember that chilled night of December, when I stumbled over his paralyzed body at the trash. Some stray dogs found him helpless and too small to fight back or know who’s the enemy and skinned him alive. Since then I protected him with my whole being.

          My throat starts burning and I sigh, burying my tears in the past. If I let myself fall prey to crying, I don’t think I would be able to stop for years. Even so, I can’t stop wondering what would happen if I wasn’t me, if I could be someone else, start something new, do things better. I wish I could repair everything wrong in my world, but I know I don’t have the strength nor the courage to do that. I was scarcely able to handle the things with my family back home, how the hell could I cope up with something bigger?

          I sniff the sweet scent on the wine and throw my head back, easing the feeling of sadness. Not even this damned alcohol can help me.

          A strange sensation of not belonging overpowers my senses and my limbs tremble under the weight of my own body. I feel the time pass by me, making me feel older. My soul seems heavy and my exhaling is stuck in the middle of a breath.

          Is this a panic attack?

          I touch my neck from instinct, feeling the heated chain around it and open my eyes, focusing on the clock from my father. A moment passes by before I realize the weirdness of the situation and I lift my brows in confusion. The clock hands didn’t work anymore, fluttering in a repetitive way at 3:33 a.m.

          " What the shit? I just got batteries for you... " I moan and put the half drank wine on the kitchen island.

          I barely make a move towards the hanging object, when a dreadful element catches my attention.

          My cat. My immovable, frozen Icarus, stretching after a mosquito on his back paws, holding himself like a statue. My mouth drops open, without being able to believe what I was witnessing. For several minutes I am not able to make a move, examining his tiny body and waiting for him to sit back down. His mouth is slightly opened, letting the sharp fangs visible and his slit pupils are fixating the imperceptible fly.

          With the only sound around me being my acute heartbeats, I lift my shaky hands and touch his frozen torso. The bile is rising in my esophagus when his rubber like skin comes in contact with my icy fingers.

          The shock is rapidly replaced by the feeling of fear and helplessness.

          Was I high? Was the wine old or expired? That wasn’t even a possibility.

          " This must be a joke " I can’t even hear my breathy voice as I launch to the bottle, searching the little sticker on the side. Nothing alarming poppes, but at the end of it, a red sentence makes the hair on my neck rise.

          ‘ Open the door. ‘

          A shiver runs down my spine and the sensation of being watched creeps behind my ringing ears. I take a step back and pinch myself, making sure I was not in a disturbing nightmare.

          I was so used to having them lately, that sometimes, right after I woke up, I still saw the scenes in front of my eyes: a spilled cauldron drowning me, dark shaped-like creatures grabbing my legs from my bed and that fucking peculiar lady with ink black hair and a pair of green eyes that seemed sick and eerie. Maybe I had sleep paralysis, but I never suffered of one before and I knew it wasn’t manifesting like this.

          I check my phone with the intention to call back Nadia when the hour gets my attention. 3:33, the worst half of 666. When I tap the clock to check the whole hour, I see the interminable series of 3. I turn back to the one from my wall, and a hole formes inside my stomach. 3:33. I thought it was barely 9 p.m.

          Now, I was not scared anymore, but fucking terrified. If the lights abruptly went out, I think I would curl on my floor and have a heart attack.

          Dizziness hits my consciousness, and then, as if my cat being stuck in the air and the clocks showing a strange hour wasn’t enough, someone knocks on my front door.

          My mouth dries up and my blood runs out from my cheeks. The coldness from my apartment makes my extremities’s temperature to drop and I am not able to move from the spot where I was looking directly at the doorknob. I turn my head slightly to read the label from my wine bottle and consider the opportunity to just strangle myself by the ceiling.

          " That would not be an option. "

          My shrill scream bounces off the white walls, sounding pathetic and petty. I jerk so bad backwards, that I step in my cat’s water bowl and slip, hitting my head on the sink and making me see double for a split second.

          The place where I hit my skull pounds deep in my brain, and I start wondering if I fell before I drank that wine and this is just a result of my unhandiness. But the tall, slender man sitting in the middle of my kitchen was as real as my pain behind my eye globes. He seemed so effortlessly classy and… harmless that I almost relax in his presence. The black suit was tailored on his body and seemed to be in a perfect match with his dark laced boots.

          I feel his brown irises searching me, as if I was the one who broke into his house and looked like a wild animal on the loose.

          He dodges the light blue carpet that was covering my white floor and offers me a hand with wrinkled fingers. He was so pale that I couldn’t understand how he was not see through.

          I swallow the vomit back and shiver, feeling the water dampen my pants and hoodie.

          " My apologies, miss, but you were not answering your door. " he admits after I don’t move from the spot where I was rooted. " I was afraid you might have changed your mind. "

          His voice was so… narrative, like a story teller. It was so clean, with barely any inflexions and no accent to stain his phrase. But, even with this composed figure, my intuition kept raising red flags on the back of my head.

          " My, my mind? There was a reason why I was not answering the door. " I find myself speaking lowly, using a cracked tone.

          I couldn’t even recognise myself. My head was empty, still loading the fact that someone got into my home without entering the front door.

          And I live at the 3rd floor on my block.

          My complexion takes him aback and he exhales and lifts his dark, full brows in sign of surrender. He withdraws his hand, takes my cat gently from the table and sits him nicely on his lap when he takes a seat on one of my chairs. " If you like your ass to be wet, I don’t mind, I just hoped we could talk like some civilised… creatures. "

          He stoically declares, petting my cat’s head and admitting his existence with a tedious look on his face.

          The man’s features were alarming. They seemed old and young at the same time, with small wrincles on the sides of his mouth and a strong jaw with dinky stubble piercing his follicles.

          " You entering my house with no invitation is not civilised. " I bark and gather the courage to lift my body from the water puddle. " What is your name? "

          " I go by the name of Samael, " he declares, making a slight bow with his head and offers me the other chair from the table, " but you can call me however you feel like it. "

        The movement takes me off guard and I switch my attention to the top of his head. A bizzare comparision to his dark suit, was a strand of white kept hidden between his rich, raven hair caught in a low ponytail.

          " Don’t touch my cat. " My order came more like a request, so I clear my throat, and move to stay as close as possible to the knives in the support.

          " Those won’t save you. " He sternly warns me and puts Icarus on the seat besides him, turning his focus on me. " I came here because you wanted a change, I am here to offer you that chance. "

          " I have no idea what are you talking about and how on earth you could help me, but I don’t want anything from you. " I make myself clear, rumaging my brain after something I could use in my defence.

          Samael chuckles, and the sight seems both wrong and forbidden to look at. " If you wanted to be left in peace, you wouldn’t have said that. "

          I blink in utter disorientation, starting to feel overpowered by his suffocating presence. The headache from earlier catches my temples in a cage, biting down on every nerve in that region. I clench my fist several times, feeling my fingers swollen and stiffened.

          This man’s presence held something wrong and out of this world. The energy around him was as contrarious as the sun and the moon: it was loud and calm, lightweight and obscur, a breath of air and a hand around your throat. From time to time, when he peerced me with his gloomy eyes, I had the impression that he was feeding himself from my own energy resources. He walked, stood and watched like a man bored by existence itself, like he attended every single historical decision and wasn’t surprised by anything he encountered.

          " Look, " I dare to speak, unable to put a finger on what was going on around me " my cat is frozen, I think I am on drugs and I almost pulled someone’s vein out of his arm today. " I list, watching Samael’s unmovable posture " I am in no mood for tricks, whatever hack you used on my phone, it was funny, alright, give me back the batteries from my clock and switch this plush cat with my real one. "

          " Oh, but this is your real cat. " He simply states, leaving me dazzed.

          I wanted to punch him in the face so bad and mess up that strict façade of him.

          " Listen to me. " He asks, finally standing up from his seat and coming towards me, cornering me, scaring me. " I am not here to hurt you, I heard your cry for help and I am here to offer a bargain. "

          Now that Samael was closer, I could see the hiding viperin figure behind his chiselled features. The man was tall as a tree and smelled like old, dusty books and forest after rain. My kitchen looked smaller and bland with him in the middle of it, overthrowing everything with his sultry presence.

          " What bargain? " I fell into his trap, suddenly bewitched by his face.

          I couldn’t take a hold over my body anymore. I was watching everything from the outside, through a blurry curtain that was restricting me from taking my physical being back.

          " I can give you freedom, peace " I have no reaction as he comes closer, touching my rosy cheek with a frozen hand, "  the chance to make everything better. "

          My spirit revolts inside me and I feel the temperature from the room starting to rise, like the energy particles hit each other, staggered by an invisible force. The beats from my heart sound like a distant echo, crying for help and I realise then, that I was having palpitations, that my blood wasn’t reaching all the sectors of my body and that I couldn’t think straight.

          " You are able to start over, with all the knowledge you have now of everything that happen. " Samael carries on, unbothered, clawing at my cheek with his fingers " but with one condition: never spoil anything from the future to the ones from the past, otherwise you’ll change the course of events, and things may go to the wrong path... people may die, others may not be born. The universal balance will be broken and the worlds will crumble on top of each other. Be careful. "

          I feel my skin pulled from my face, gathering under his nails.

          " What is the price? " I ask mechanical, hearing my eardrums thudding continuously.

          I catch a glimpse of blood running lazily down my collar bone and damping my hoodie and some loosen strand of my hair, making it even redder than before. I can’t even totally feel the stinging sensation.

          A brush of air start ruffling the papers I had scarced on the table. The lighting bulbs flicker furiously and I catch a glimpse of the creature standing in front of me. His face changed with the intermision of darkness and light, molding his face from the composed human to a horrific complexion.

          His mouth was wide as if he couldn’t close it completely and a pair of irregular, blood stained lips surrounded it. His tongue was sharpe and scarred by the uneven fangs sticking out of his gums. His orbs were black and his skin was purple.

          " Your name and a drop from your blood should be enough. " Samael smiles victoriously as he makes me shake my head with his hand in sign of a silent acceptance.

          What happens next is over my power of understanding.

          He pushes me, but instead of hitting the wall, I start falling through what seemed an interminable void of circles. I hardly even get to see anything, too terrified of the thing that’s waiting for me on the bottom. I catch a flash of a city, a city built near a river and try to cling to the nearest building, but fail. Something from another level hits my rib cage and I open my mouth to scream, but the falling speed cuts my breath and I start waving my legs and hands. Sparkles obscure my vision as the pressure gets higher and the colours from all the worlds overwhelm my senses. The five amprents on my cheek start burning and the pain in my lungs gets oppressive.

          The last thing I see before I hit the bottom of a lake is a war on a mountain and a burning flame cutting through the darkness.

I generally update between Friday and Sunday. The writing takes some time because english îs not my first language and I try to make everything as correctly as possible. I know that grammatical mistakes reduce the pleasure of reading.

[weeb-writor]

MHA boys on take your kid to work day

Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.

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 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy. 

“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.

“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.

“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.

“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.

“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.

“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.

“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.

“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.

“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.

“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.

“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.

“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.

“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.

“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.

“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.

“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’

“I have not.” He said looking away from you.

“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.

“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.

“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.

“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.

“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.

“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.

“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.

“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.

“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.

“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.

“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.

“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.

“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.

“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.

“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.

“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.

“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.

“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.

“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.

“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.

“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.

“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.

“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.

“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.

“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.

“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.

“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.

“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.

“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.

“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.

“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.

“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.

“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.

“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.

“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.

“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.

 “Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.

“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.

“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.

“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.

“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.

“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions. 

“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’

[fruitcoops]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 4

summary: sometimes the price to pay is the worst consequence 

warning: kidnapping, torturing, blood, cursing 

w/c: 2,907

a/n: i had this idea so long ago and seeing it written it’s absolutely amazing. i hope you guys like it! happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~

After Tom hung up, he quickly got dressed. 

“Babe, what happened?” she asked leaning over the bed to grab her underwear. 

“James.. he is dead.” he said, poking his head out of the closet, seeing her face of shock. 

“Um.. how? w-why?” she stuttered, running her hand through her hair. 

“Darling, i don’t know but i have to go over there.” Y/n was still in shock, how can someone she just saw earlier in the day was found dead. Her thoughts were cut short when Tom came out of the closet and gave her a kiss. 

“I’m gonna figure this out, okay? I’ll call you. I love you.” Tom said and left for the hotel leaving Y/n alone in bed, worried to death. She spent the whole day at home, waiting for Tom to call. Y/n wasn’t gonna stay inside the rest of the day bored to hell. So of course, she kept herself busy. She painted and played the piano in a small library Tom had made for her. She was writing a song for her husband which was quite hard. The melody didn’t sound as soothing as she wanted to. At the end of the night, she was drinking tea on her bed while watching tv when her phone finally rang. It was Tom. 

“Babe?” 

“Hey, darling.” 

“How are you? Are you okay? Is everything okay?” 

“Honey, calm down. I’m fine. I just got caught up, I’m sorry I didn’t call.” he chuckled making Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was literally going crazy.” 

“I’m sorry love, it’s just pretty hectic over here.” 

“It’s alright. Are you on your way home?” she asked, feeling hopeful and bit her lip. 

“Actually, love. I wanted to talk about that.” Y/n stayed quiet waiting for him to continue, immediately feeling upset. 

“I have to leave for a few… have to go to Washington.” 

“Why?” she whispered sadly making him frown too. 

“Some business issues, darling. Just gonna go check it out, see what’s going on.” 

“Can’t Harrison go and handle it?” she asked as she ran her finger around the teacup. 

“Not this time. They need my signature to prove Haz is not lying. You know us mobsters have serious trust issues.” 

“How long are you gonna be away?” 

“Like three days.” 

“Do you have clothes?” that made Tom smile, loving how she worries all the time. 

“Yes, I do.”

“And your toothbrush?” she smiled as his laugh filled her ears. 

“Yes, my love. I have everything.” 

“Okay, then.” she said softly as she fidgeted with the blanket. 

“I have to go, baby. I’ll call you in the morning.” 

“Okay, goodnight. I love you.” 

“I love you too, princess. ‘Night.” they hung up and Tom went back to work while Y/n’s eyes teared up. It was gonna be a peaceful nice so she felt the sudden need to do something she’s never done and was slightly scared to do. She just needed to be alone right now. Y/n got out of bed and put on her silk robe, going downstairs to talk to William. He was sitting on the kitchen stool drinking coffee with Susan, the maid. 

“William.” she said softly not wanting to startle anyone. He heard his boss and quickly stood up from the stool, turning to her. 

“Gather everyone around, please.” she turned around and left to the main entrance leaving William and Susan all confused. Wondering what she was going to say. A few minutes went by and all her employees from the house gathered in front of her. 

“Hello, everyone. I don’t know if you know but Tom is gonna be away on a business trip for the next three days. You all can go home today, to your family. Take the rest of the day off. I’ll see everyone tomorrow.” she smiled as her employees smiled too. They all said thank you and spread out to grab their belongings. She turned to William who was still standing there, not moving an inch. 

“William, you can go home.” 

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t leave. I don’t want to.” 

“Thank you. You can sleep in the guest room.” she said as she walked upstairs to her room to try and get some sleep. 

The clock read 3:30 am when Y/n woke up abruptly from a slamming door. ‘It must be William.’ she thought as she suddenly felt really thirsty. She walked out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. The whole house was dark, only lights that were reflected inside were the ones from the pool. She opened the fridge to get some water and when she closed she saw a figure next to her making her gasp. The jug of water crashed on the ground, covering the floor in broken glass. As she stepped backwards, trying to get anyway from the intruder, her back met a strong broad chest. The man quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place as she kicked around trying to get out of his grasp. Y/n was about to scream for help when the person in front of her quickly covered her mouth. 

“Where’s the chip?” the person asked as she struggled against the strong grip around her. Y/n shook her head making the person roll her eyes. 

“Check the whole house! Now!” he screamed and a bunch of people walked in, beginning to trash the whole place. Flipping tables and furniture, breaking bases, mirrors, picture frames, everything. The man behind Y/n kept a strong grip around her with one arm and covered her mouth with his other hand, making her see how they destroyed everything. She kept screaming into the man’s hand and moved her body abruptly to get out his grasp. 

Suddenly, people started walking down the stairs holding William at gunpoint while his hands were up in surrender. He was about to say something when one of the men hit him in the back of the head with the barrel of the gun, leaving him passed out on the floor which caused Y/n to scream into the hand. 

“You’re gonna wish you’d never taken that information.” and with that he punched her so hard that she fell unconscious onto the man’s arms that were still wrapped around her. 

‘Ugh, what a massive headache.’ Y/n thought immediately when she started waking up, thinking that everything from the night before was a dream. She was hoping she would wake up in her bed, nexto to her husband but it wasn’t like that. Once she opened her eyes, she felt immense fear from her surroundings. She was tied up to a chair with duct tape over her mouth and she was in some kind of basement. After what felt like hours of her trying to break free from the ties, the door behind her opened letting a man walk in. 

“Well, hello there. You finally woke up.” a familiar voice said she struggled against her restraints feeling immediate fear. 

“It’s a pleasure to have you here.. Mrs. Holland.” the man said finally standing in front of her causing her to lift her head slowly. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. Which made her pull against the restraints even harder, needing to get away. It was Adam. The same Adam that was spying on her and her husband, the same Adam that probably killed James. He laughed at her fear as he ripped the duct tape off her mouth making her groan in pain. 

“Now, let’s talk. Shall we?” he said as he placed a chair in front of her and sat down. 

(Washington…)

All the way in Washington, Tom was having dinner with a couple mob friends when Harrison’s phone ran. He saw it was William calling which made him answer immediately, knowing something bad must be happening.

“William, everything alright?” 

“Haz, he took her. He took Y/n.” he grunted getting up from the floor feeling immense pain on his head. Harrison’s eyes went wide quickly turning around so his boss wouldn't hear.

“Who took her, William? What the fuck happened?” he whispered aggressively running his hand through his hair. 

“Adam… he came here, trashed the whole place. He came looking for the stupid chip.” 

“Where the fuck was everyone? That house is supposed to be surrounded 24/7.”

“Mate, I know that. Y/n sent them all home for the night.”

“Why the fuck- okay, thank you William. I’ll call you later, after I tell Tom.” he whispered not wanting his boss to hear. 

“Alright. I’m sorry, mate.” Harrison hung up and turned to see the men laughing, Tom all smiley with no worries. It pained him to be the one to ruin that but he had to say something. Y/n’s life was on the line. With all his courage, he walked towards Tom and leaned getting close to his ear.

“William called. It’s about Y/n.” he whispered then stepped back making Tom turn to him and give him a questionable look. He excused himself from the table and walked over to Haz, pulling him towards the hall of the restaurant.

“What about Y/n?” Tom asked angrily with a clenched jaw.

“Adam showed up at the house.” Harrison saw how he wanted to interrupt so he held his hand up to shut Tom up.

“He went looking for the chip, trashed the whole place and took Y/n. I asked William where everyone was and he told me that she had sent them all home for the night.” Tom stayed silent for a while, feeling anger course through his body like wildfire. All he replayed in his head was ‘took Y/n’. 

“Let’s go back to New York. Now.” he said angrily and stomped outside of the restaurant, getting into the car with Harrison behind him. Tom couldn’t take Y/n out of his mind. Thinking how scared she might’ve been, how he wasn’t there for her, everything was eating him alive. He bounced his leg up and down the whole way, feeling nervous and worried and angry all at the same time. All he wanted was to be with his wife, to keep her safe and he wont till he gets her back. 

(New York…)

She huffed as another punch hit her cheekbone causing it to open. Adam has been torturing her for what felt like hours. He hit her in the face, her torso, even on the side of her head. All his rage went out on every punch he gave. 

“No one is gonna fucking steal from me again. Specially stupid ass women like you.” he said with gritted teeth, punching her in the corner of her mouth making her cough and spit out blood. 

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you to not hit girls?” Y/n mumbled with her head hanging low, feeling dizzy from all the fist to face contact. He laughed dryly and yanked her head back by her hair making her wince in pain. 

“She did.. but she also told me to defend myself and you’re a slimy little bitch.” he said with gritted teeth as his grip on her hair got tighter making her shout in pain. Adam let go of his grip pushing her head forward. He was about to punch her again when he’s phone started ringing. One of his men gave him the phone which made him smile devilishly once he saw the caller id. He took the gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Y/n as he answered the fun.

“Hey, Tommy.” her eyes went wide when she heard her husband’s name and started pulling on the restraints. 

“Tom!” she shouted causing Adam’s employee to stand up and cover her mouth. Of course, she continued shouting Tom’s name over and over again. Until she had enough of being silenced and bit the guys hand making him scream and take it away. 

“Tom! Please let me talk to him, Adam. Please, I need to talk to him.” Y/n begged on the verge of crying. He laughed and placed his phone on her ear. 

“Y/n?”

“Tom, baby-“ 

“Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” 

“Baby..” she whispered as she started to cry.

“Tom, I’m scared.” she muttered feeling ashamed and disappointed in herself. 

“I’m gonna find you, okay? Try to give me a coded message, baby. Just try, please.” She started looking around, trying to look for something familiar that Tom would notice but all she saw was Adam and his men staring at her. 

“I-I can’t. There’s nothing- I can’t.” Tom was about to answer when Adam came and ripped off the phone from her ear. 

“I’m sure you guys had a nice conversation.” 

“If you dare fucking touch her, I’ll find you and cut you in tiny little pieces.” Tom said with gritted teeth. 

“Oh well, Tommy you might have to sharpen your knife then.” He quickly hung up the phone before Tom could start talking. 

(Tom’s private jet..) 

The mob boss threw his phone on the floor as he stood up and walked back and forth in anxiousness. He ran his hand through his hair, only thinking about his wife. 

“He fucking touched her, Harrison. He… fuck!” Tom screamed with gritted teeth only wanting to kill Adam over and over again. 

The plane finally landed and they drove quickly to the house. William was waiting outside with a bruise eye and a sling holding his right arm. The car came to a stop and both men stepped out quickly walking towards the man who was scared. 

“Mr. Holland, I’m so sorry. She sent everyone home but I decided to stay to look after her and then they came in and just-“ 

“William, breath.” Tom said, interrupting his rambling. 

“I’m so sorry. I- I couldn’t do anything.” 

“It’s not your fault, William. Do you have any idea on where she might be?” he asked, walking into the house with the men behind him, going into the kitchen. 

“Of course, I thought about the hotel. His house too or maybe James’ house. She can be anywhere by now.” Tom stayed silent rubbing his chin in deep thought. 

“We should go to the hotel an-”

“Wait, didn’t you put a tracker on James’ car?” Harrison interrupted leaning against the counter. 

“Did you ever check it, boss?” William asked, turning to him waiting for an answer. 

“Not really.. James was found dead that day. Never got the chance.” he said softly as he stood up to get his laptop. He turned it on and began typing away, looking for the current location of the vehicle. It was at Le Royale, where James was last seen before he got murdered. 

“I wonder why he went back there..” William said walking away to get some water. Tom quickly thought about the chip Y/n had. 

“Will, does the chip have access to the security cameras?” 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“We have to find it, right now.” and with that, they all spread out around the house. They went into every room and checked every closet and drawer. Tom finally made it to his bedroom that stayed as Y/n left it. Bed undone, her clothes on the floor, the smell of sex still in the room and her purse wide open on the dresser, next to her laptop. He ran and grabbed it, then ran downstairs to call the guys. 

“I got it!” he shouted as he got closer to the computer, immediately plugging it into the device. Tom sat there again, typing and typing, trying to pull up the footage of James in Adam’s office. He was thinking about this for some time. Finding proof that Adam killed James, sending it to the police anonymously and following them when they went to look for him at his home. That way he could find Y/n. His thoughts quickly changed, ‘That would take too long.’ he thought quickly stepping away from the computer. William and Harrison looked at each other in confusion wondering why he would just stop. 

“I have to call him.” Tom mumbled standing up from his chair and pulling out his phone, quickly dialing Adam’s number. 

“Hello?”

“What do you want?” he asked angrily as the man laughed. 

“What do I- oh Tommy. It’s not that easy.” he said as he watched Y/n get her head dunked in water repeatedly, not giving her time to breath. 

“I’ll give you anything. Just tell me what you want and I’ll get it for you just… just please give me Y/n.” Adam stayed quiet for a bit as she gasped for air once her head was out of the water. 

“Give me my chip back and we’ll schedule a place.” Adam said, holding his hand up, signalling his stop the turtering. He then hung up and walked towards Y/n who was still gasping for air. Tom put his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the boys who were still on the computer. 

“Adam wants the chip.” he said, breaking the guys’ trance.

“I’m gonna give it to him-”

“But Tom-” Harrison started interrupting him out of shock. 

“I’ll give it to him empty.”

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[shanitani]

CHAPTER 3: BAD B*TCHES

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👩🏽‍💻: lol did y’all miss me? im still on hiatus for maybe a good two weeks until summer srry<\3. but to make up for it I made this chapter hella long.

“Damn their water pressure is good.” You mumbled softly, turning off the faucet. The boy had a cleaner bathroom than you had expected, in comparison to the ones in America - he was almost cleaner than yourself. You wiped the fog from the glass admiring your damp face for a moment, fully indulging in the fact that you were really in Japan.  

You slipped on your pajamas, the bottoms hugged at the figure well and unfortunately so did the tank top Mitsuki put out for you. You had no problem wearing it around by yourself, but you had to take into account there was a boy you had never met before living there as well. It didn’t help that Midnight never gave you any descriptions about the boy as well, so it was obvious how high alert you were.

You grabbed your belongings, turning the music down to a soft hum in volume before turning off the bathroom light. The cold air hit your damp warm one before clearing your vision to see the teenage boy you had been wondering about the day you got your acceptance email. You both stared in awe, you took in his muscular arms due to training, the light ruffle of his blonde hair, his mouth fixated in a frown, and his piercing red eyes.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking at you either, your skin glistening under harsh light, your hair lightly tied back with a hair tie, the familiar smell he smelt minutes before now more concentrated and easier to name. He dared not to look at your figure-hugging the waistband of the pajamas, trying to rip his glare away fast enough. He grunts, beginning the doorknob, “You better have had left my bathroom the way you saw it.”

You frowned furring your brows, “Duh I did. And hello to you too.” you scoffed looking down at your phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. The blonde boy let out a groaned out “hey” before opening his door, and closing it in the same breath. “Rude ass,” you mumbled under your breath before heading downstairs back to your room. 

“You met him?? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED” Imani squealed putting her elbows on her crisscrossed legs looking in awe behind the screen. You smiled at her eagerness to know the boy, though you didn’t think he was all that. “Well he’s pretty muscular, um tall, he’s blonde and rude as fuck.” You rolled your eyes at your last sentence as you simultaneously put your belongings in your new backpack for tomorrow.

“Okayyy he could work! You gotta fierce Lil attitude too so it’ll work out fine.” Imani flashed you a smirk - knowing you couldn’t hit her from Japan. “Oh shut up Mani! you know if I was there I’d slap your ass right now.” you pointed your middle finger towards the camera, giving her a nice view of your white acrylic nails. “Exactly why ima act out now rather than next year.” She huffed, turning off her led lights looking back at her best friend. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow, school’s gonna be so boring.” You whined thinking about the worst scenario known to come. If they were anything like Bakugo, well you were going to be entirely fucked. “I will too. But stop making me sad about it! We gone see each other soon.” Mani kissed the phone foreshadowing a kiss to your cheek, you smiled doing the same motions as her before ending the call and rolling over to fall asleep.

“I better like these people, Nah they better like me....” you shut your eyes, anxious for your first day to start.

The next day came, as Mitsuki dropped you and Bakugou off. You expected him to at the least show you to where you needed to be - but instead he slung his backpack to the side , not giving you a glimpse of attention your way. “One day im gone beat his ass up.” you took a breathe trying to find the dorm rooms, only to be met with a man right in front of you.

“Hi, [L/N] nice to finally meet you.” The tired-looking man shook your hand motioning you into the dorms. “As you know we enroll all students into the dorms for their safety because of accidents that have happened in previous years.” you nodded looking at the huge building with high ceilings and pillars inside. The man showed you around to the necessities like the gym, commons room, the classrooms, and finally to your dorm room. “I forgot to mention, but you probably know me. I’m Aizawa, and I’ll be teaching you along with class 1A. Today we just want you to prepare your dorm room so you can sleep easy tomorrow - I won’t lie to you, it won’t be easy.” he shrugged giving you the keys to your dorm.

You thanked the man before opening the room, as said in the description - the rest of your belongings were stacked to the side of your room along with your mattress to the right of it and a desk to the left. “Might as well put on music.” you thought to yourself, scrolling through the millions of playlists before finally reaching the one you wanted. 

“Yeah, this will take a while.”

Putting on the comforter of the bed, and adding the last of your pictures on the wall; you flopped onto your bed feeling a slight headache arrive. You groaned wiping your forehead, looking out the window to see the sun almost come to a set. “How long do these children work? Seems like their school hours are a whole part-time job.” before you could laugh at your inner joke, you heard the loud door creak open before the kids voiced roamed the hallways.

You shifted uncomfortably on your bed, knowing that they knew you arrived. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to meet them. You just didn’t want to do the same cycle of meeting new friends again - it was a hassle and you were fine with the ones you had in America. You took a deep breath trying to regain your thoughts, “They won’t even know I’m here. It’s alright.” you repeated to yourself trying to make the anxiety slowly creep up disappear. 

“Yeah she’s here now stop asking me about her, you wanna talk to her go right there.” you heard the familiar huffed voice described as Bakugous. You could tell he pointed towards your dorm the way a teenage girl laughed, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer towards your room. “Shit.” you jumped off the bed, fixing your hair making sure to make a good impression no matter who it may be. That’s when the footsteps stopped, and a light knock was met at your door.

you opened the door to a girl squealing, “Hi!” a curly haired girl engulfed you into a hug making you step back giggling at her eagerness, “Hey! your hair smells nice.” you hugged her back, finally stepping back to get a look of her. Her hair was the same color as her skin - pink, that you could only assume was the cause of her quirk. However, she did have black features that made you believe she was Blasian. 

“Mina stop harassing the new girl! it’s only her first day. Hello I’m Momo!” A black haired girl came waving her hand at you, she looked beautiful - you were almost intimidated by her stunning features feeling a tad insecure once side by side. 

“Oh no worries!” you giggled sitting on the edge of your bed motioning for them to come in more. “How’s your first day been?” Mina sat at the other edge of your bed looking at you with huge eyes, “Honestly, kind of boring. also confusing since this place is huge. Way bigger than the schools in America” you motioned towards out your door foreshadowing the commons room.

“America? that’s where you’re from?” Momo chimed in walking towards your desk chair to sit down. You nodded, “Mhm, California.” Mina gasped - “California! You’re so lucky!” you laughed at her bubbly attitude that was a bit similar to your bestfriends at home. “Trust me you wouldn’t want to be there, I’m here for a reason aren’t I” you smirked nudging her shoulder slightly.

“ Wow, How long will you be staying?” “One year.” you shrugged looking off in your dorm window. “Well I hope you love it here, hopefully become a pro.” Momo smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her persona. Before you could speak again you heard a knock on your door and small murmurs behind your door, Momo opened the door slightly, only hearing a faint “Yall better not embarrass me. I’m serious” before she opened the door all the way to the boys.

“Shut the hell up Momo.” one yellow haired boy lightheartedly says before leaning on your wall and catching your eyes. “Hey! I’m sero and this is Denki. Nice to meet you.” Sero extended his hand to yours to shake, “Wassup Sero, Hi Denki.” you smiled at the other boy.

“Damn, so this is why Bakugo didn’t want to show you off huh.” Denki came closer to you, taking in your features. “Or he just don’t like me” you scoffed thinking about his arrogant characteristics from Sunday. “Well that’s good, less people to compete against.” Denki sat next to you on the edge of your bed fully focused onto you. You smiled taking observations to his flirtatious personality.

No matter Denki giving you his full and undivided attention, Sero caught your eye the moment he walked in the door. You looked Sero up and down, his outfit caught your full attention. He wore the UA uniform required yet paired with grey Jordans and a silver chain dangling from his neck, it was no understatement that he was a very attractive boy. “Why you standing there all quiet, Sero? you obviously came up here for something.” you jokingly stated - trying to start some conversation with the boy.

“Tried to see if you were really what all the hype was about.” He shrugged coming up near you to overpower your figure, your heart raced as he looked down upon you smirking, he knows he fine chile. “They were definitely right.” He smirked looking at you with low eyes.

“Y’all are the most flirtatious boys I know. Swear I can’t take yall no where.” Momo grabbed the two boys by their collard shirts making them groan in displeasure earning a laugh from you - only to make them groan in embarrassement. 

“Bye boys.” you wave them off as Momo literally kicked them out your dorm, before closing it in front of them. “I like you” you pointed to her, making her eyes widen, while her cheeks grew into a blush before smiling. “Now how did you make a better impression than me and I came here first.” Mina flopped onto your bed frowning. “Don’t worry girl I like you too.” you slapped her thigh in a friendly manner.

“Alright you two enough talking, get back to your dorms. You all have a long day tomorrow.” Aizawa yelled through the door with his usual tired voice before shuffling off to his room closing the door. “Guess I’ll see you tommorow [Y/N]!” Mina skipped off towards your door “Yes! see you tomorrow” Momo opened the door looking back once more “Bye boo’s!” you called out before the closed your door.

You turned on your led lights in substitute for the harsh lighting in your dorm, shuffling off into your bed. you looked off onto your wall looking at the pictures you stuck to them, “Damn, I miss you Imani” your hand grazed upon the picture of you and Imani sticking up the middle finger to a flashing camera with your phones in one hand and a red cup in the other - a party you both went to knowing damn well you weren’t supposed to be there.

You turned towards the other way of your bed shutting your eyes - anticipating for the long day ahead of you, and meeting the rest of your class tomorrow morning.

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[starssuki]

Take out ⟨Izuku Midoriya⟩

—Izuku comes home agitated, he just wants to eat and cuddle with you but you forgot to cook dinner. Now he's hungry and angry, yelling at you for not cooking while you were fantasizing about him bending you over the kitchen counter, ramming his dick in and out of you.

—A/N: Hhhh I'm pretty sensitive to people yelling at me but I tried to not make him sound ~too~ mean, I also got carried away at the end OOP hope you like it <3

—Warning: Degradation, creampie, penetration, a bit of oral (receiving)

—Word count: 1.2k

Today was definitely not Izuku's day, he's been so stressed out lately, with all the paperwork and patrolling that's been happening, and also the chaos ensuing the city was not helping his headache as he massaged his temple for the 5th time this night.

He opened the front door, kicking off his shoes as he walked towards the living room. He sees you laughing at something on your phone, "I'm home," he sighs, all he wants to do is eat, shower and cuddle with you. "Welcome home!" You smile, "Did you make dinner?" He lazily asked you, then realization hits you. You've been watching some show that you forgot to cook, especially when it was your turn to cook.

You fidget as Izuku grew impatient, "Well did you?" He asked, trying to not let his voice sound annoyed, "U-Uh, no.. I forgot, I'm sorry!" You said, not wanting to look him in the eye. "Seriously Y/N? You haven't been doing anything these past few days! I've been working my fucking ass off out there so we can have a comfortable life, while you laze around here?!" He yelled, you gaped at him as he never swore, even when he was at his breaking point, you've gotta admit, it was hot seeing him mad.

"What? You're just gonna idle there and stare at me?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as his hands gripped the kitchen counter, your imagination ran wild.

"I-Izuku, fuck!" you pant as he thrusts harder, his hand was on your hip as you were bent over the kitchen counter. "You dirty slut, you like being bent over while my dick abuses your hole don't you?" He chuckles, as his hand lands on your ass, slapping it hard. Your eyes sting with tears, it hurts but it felt so good. "Izuku please!" You begged, not sure what you really wanted, "Please what?" He asked, snaking his hand up to your breasts.

"Y/N!" He yells as he cuts your imagination off, "Y-Yeah?" You asked, not knowing how red your face was. "Why's your face red?" He asked, folding his arms over. "N-Nothing! We can just order take out okay? I-I'll cook tomorrow," you said, as you rushed to call fast food place, as the phone rang Izuku motioned you towards him, you walked up to him.

He holds you by your waist, "Look, I'm sorry for yelling okay?" He said, caressing your hips, "But for now, I think I have to punish you, you're such a bad girl, thinking of something like that while I was mad," he whispered into your ear as he picked you up and set you onto the counter. Someone from the other side picked up, "Hello? Thank you for dialing XXX, what would you like today?" The person asked, but right now you were focused on Izuku, his face right between your thighs as he kisses them, leaving small hickies.

"I-I'd like to order some chicken wings," you try to say calmly, as Izuku takes off your shorts and panties, "Spread your legs darling," he says, as he pushes them apart. "I'm sorry but I don't think I'm gonna be able to wait for the food so I'll settle for you," he winks as he gives your pussy small kitty licks, testing the waters, you hot and horny. You tried to listen to what the person on the phone was saying but what you were really paying attention to was Izuku's tongue, his thumb found it's way to your clit as he rubs it in a circular motion, his tongue now going in and out of your holes

His stare never breaking, fuck he's hot. You unoccupied hand grip his green curly hair as you push him more into your pussy, you wanted to be fucked, "Alright your order will be there in 15 minutes," the person said as you quickly said thank you and then hanging up. Izuku's tongue didn't stop though, he sucked in your clit as you moaned out his name. Eating you out like starved man, as if it was his last meal, he plunged 2 finger into you as he starts stroking slow, his erection was painfully hard. "Izuku your dick please," you begged as your toes curl.

"But we're just starting babe," he teased, his fingers starting to move faster, you were dripping wet and Izuku was proud of that. "Izuku we have 15 minutes before they get here," you said, making up an excuse to just get him to fuck you, "15 minutes is a lot of time but, if you insist," he said as he pulls away, your pussy felt empty without his fingers, he hastily takes off his pants and boxers.

His dick sprang up, it was long and thick. You hopped off the counter, bending over it. He gives it a slap before rubbing his dick over your pussy, lathering it up first, teasing you. "Just put it in already please..!" You said, not able to take his foreplay, he tugs on your hair, pulling it back. "You gotta ask nicely darling," he said, as you whined. "Izuku, please fuck me already, I need your thick, long cock inside of my cunt please," you said, pressing down on him. He smiled content as he plunges his dick inside of you, your walls wrapping tightly around him, he groans as he pushes slowly.

"Fuck you're so tight," he hisses, you started to bounce up and down on his dick. "Look at you, you're such a slut fucking yourself with my dick," he chuckles as he matches your pace, his hips meeting yours. The warmth of your cunt drove him insane, all of the anger disappeared, he could never be mad at you for long, he was totally whipped for you, and he wouldn't want to change that for the world.

"Fuck, Y/N you feel so good, taking it in like a good fucking whore, who's cum dumpster are you huh?" He couldn't help but ask, as he pants, "Y-Yours and only yours," you mumble but that wasn't enough for Izuku, he wanted to hear you scream it, "Who was that baby? Say it again," he grits his teeth as he was close to cumming, his thrusts came harder, "Yours! Izuku's!" You moan out as he spills his cum inside of you, filling you up completely, "Take it my cum, you fucking slut," he moaned, as you came around his dick, it was ectasy.

The door bell suddenly rang, you scattered trying to get your shorts off the floor, but Izuku stopped you as he puts his clothes back on. "I'll take care of it, stay here," he said walking towards the door. "Thank you," you heard him say as he closed the door, his hand was holding a plastic bag, inside was the food you ordered. He helps you over to the dining room, as he gets you water, you felt his cum seeping out of you, it makes you flustered. "Sorry I got a little carried away darling," he said as he hands you your water, "It's fine, I don't mind rough Izuku," you smiled, "I'm glad," he laughed as he began eating.

Maybe getting him a little mad wasn't too bad.

☆Star.

[actualbird]

Feel free to decline, but are you willing to share a bit more about what it's been like having COVID (symptoms, timeline, etc.)? I'm so paranoid about breakthrough infections after being vaccinated and hearing about other vaxxed people who are pulling through helps ease some of that fear!

hello!! and no problem!!!!

the family covid situation started when my dad got home from work (our area is stil under some kind of quarantine, but the philippines has had So Many Kinds Of Quarantine that i can no longer really tell what kind of quarantine we r under rip... but he goes to the office sometimes, is my point). his office is a few cities away. came home with bad flu symptoms on sept 13. we quarantined him in a room in our house but this house is Small and there are 8 people living here. in order, the others who got covid from him are mother then my younger sibling then me

my father and mother got pretty bad symptoms for their first 7 days. the whole experience, fevers, headaches, fatigue, loss of smell and taste. they were fully vaccinated with Sinovac but also they are both above 50 years old. my younger sibling just turned 18 this month so they arent vaccinated at all (gotta be 18 here to sign up for vaccines) and they also had it very tough for the first half; cough, fatigue, very sore throat after the cough. im 22 years old and i got my first dose of Astrazeneca in august but not the second dose, but my young age like my younger sibling helped me out a bunch in addition with the first dose. only symptoms i got was fatigue, some headaches, and I Could Not Breathe Very Well for those first 3 days but the breathing bit is my fault, im a smoker who has been smoking half a pack a day every day for the past 4 years lol.

now though, all four of us covid positivers are doing pretty well!!! my father and younger sib r all the way better now, and me and my mom are just shaking off the rest of the fatigue.

if theres one thing i can tell ya about symptoms personally, it is that they dont all show up in one go. they trickle in sometimes before going away and then Sometimes They Come Back skfkfkfjf. before yesterday i felt all the way better and then yesterday fatigue kicked my ass again. i just woke up today and im unsure yet about my physical state but today is still pnly my 8th day after symptoms started showing. ive got supposedly 6 more days to be in the clear.....

but yeah, being vaccinated absolutely helps!!!!!! please please if you can get vaccinated where you are, Do It. if you can choose your vaccine im insanely jealous (vaccine rollouts here are random, literal immunization gacha JFJDJFJ) and also pick one that has a great efficacy rate. im quite sure that the vaccines helped me n my parents pull through AND also stopped covid from spreading to the four other people in this household.

i hope this answer helps!!!!!! everybody, get vaccinated!!!!!!

[ourloveisforthelovely]

In Love and Death. Part 8

Harry Potter AU 

Link to Part 7

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

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She’s really dating a death eater…

Harry’s eyes snapped open for the fourth time that morning. He had started waking up around 4 am when heard your giggle from through the wall. Ron had sat up in his bed with a frown and met Harry’s gaze.

“I don’t want to think about what is going on over there.”

Harry nodded and laid back down. He didn’t even want to join that conversation. Harry was having a hard enough time accepting your choice of a lover. Admitting that he was jealous was another matter entirely. It had taken all Harry had not to throw up watching how lovey-dovey you were over Regulus. You were either on his lap or snuggled against him 95% of the time.

Getting through dinner the night before had taken a great deal of Harry’s patience. Regulus and yourself were in your own little world ignoring the great world around you. Harry had hoped some of the other adults in the room would be as bothered as he was but didn’t have much luck. Sirius was acting like it was any other day. He mentioned that you two needed to get a room after you almost knocked his drink over. Moody was the one person that looked as bothered as Harry. The older man looked disgusted before telling the two of you to “get a grip.” Harry himself didn’t make it to dessert. He decided to fake a headache and made for the comfort of an abandoned bedroom.

This led to his current situation. Harry hadn’t moved from the position on his back for some time.

“What do you suppose she sees in him?”

Harry asked. Ron, who had just woken up, couldn’t help but think that this conversation sure seemed familiar.

“We aren't going to talk about how Y/n has nice skin and all are we?"

Harry gave Ron a frown that told him this was no joking matter. Ron took a breath.

"I don’t know, mate. He has money and is good looking. That’s probably a contributing factor.”

Harry sighed. Money never mattered to you before. Harry knew you well. You never wanted to depend on a man to give you the things that you needed in life. You could do that yourself.

“Having a member of the Black family was probably appealing too. I get that he still looks 18 but he has to be a lot older than her technically.”

Ron added. Harry nodded,

“He was a Slytherin too.”

Harry replied with a sigh. Of course, you would fall for someone in your own schoolhouse.

“Birds of a feather flock together. Do you think they are doing it?”

Ron asked, feeling instantly bad when he saw the devastated expression on Harry’s face. Harry sighed before getting out of bed. There was going to be no more going back to sleep. When he closed his eyes all that he saw was your kissing Regulus.

“Judging from what we saw yesterday...there is probably a good chance in it.”

(Meanwhile)

You stood in the kitchen as Regulus pulled on his long black coat. He had agreed to go on a mission with Sirius and you didn't like it. The thought of the two of them running around out there together seemed like a bad idea.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

You asked as Harry walked in. Normally, you would have shot a friendly comment his way but today you had other things or your mind. Regulus frowned.

“Hell no, I don’t want to do this but Sirius around other death eaters sounds like a disaster in the making. Besides, I know more dark arts than he does. If I see your father I will tell him hello for you.”

Regulus knew that would make you smirk. When you gave him a sly smile he pulled you against him.

“Tell him that if he doesn’t leave us alone for Christmas, I will kick his butt.”

You said as Regulus leaned down to kiss you. The kiss quickly escalated as Moody limped in with Sirius behind him. Moody immediately looked disgusted. He was still not on board of the “Regulus x Y/n relationship” train that everyone else seemed to be so thrilled with.

“Merlin, would you two knock it off. You are both worse than hormonal teenagers.”

Regulus pulled back and gave Moody a cheeky sneer.

“I didn’t get it when I was a teenager so I’m making up for it now.”

Moody groaned. Sirius had to silently laugh about that one. At least, Regulus was honest.

“Very funny, Black. Now get out of here.”

You quickly pulled Regulus back to you. This was the first time that the two of you had been apart since forming a relationship and you didn’t like it.

“Come back safe to me.”

You said kissing him once more before Moody reached out and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“For Christ's sake, he isn’t going off to war.”

You held up a hand.

“Technically, we are in one.”

Moody shot you a parental look of contempt.

“That’s enough, Y/n. We’ll be back soon.”

You were annoyed that Moody wasn’t taking you along but you understood. Moody was plenty capable enough of an auror. He and Regulus had reached some kind of truce to work on this mission, whatever it was. You were annoyed that you weren’t given the specifics but you would get it out of one of the men.

I have my ways…

You thought gleefully before turning to Harry who was looking down at the carpet below him.

“You look exhausted. Come on, I’ll make some espresso. Drink two shots of that and you will be seeing sounds.”

Harry slowly followed you into the kitchen. He sat down as you started fiddling with a large kitchen gadget that would make Arthur Weasley fall in love with it.

“So you’re dating Regulus, huh?”

Harry finally asked. You turned with a nod.

“Yes.”

When Harry didn’t smile, you knew right away where this conversation was going.

“Harry….”

“He’s a death eater, Y/n!”

Harry interrupted. You sat the coffee can that you were holding down.

“Was.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“You don’t just quit.”

“Well, he did. Regulus has done a lot of good for the order that you don’t know about.”

“I really don’t care.”

Harry snapped. Where this sudden surge of anger came from you weren’t sure. Harry was usually the one that talked you down. Now here he was acting almost...jealous. Oh sht, he was jealous! That thought immediately stunned you. Since when did Harry have some kind of crush on you? Would you have dated him? No, the two of you would have killed each other. Besides, Harry had a destiny to fulfill. He didn’t need a girl in his way.

“Are you jealous or angry?”

You finally asked. Harry’s eyes rolled up.

“A bit of both. He’s a lot older than you and will just get you killed. I thought that you wanted to distance yourself from death eaters after…”

You held a hand up.

“Yes, Harry, I know. My father and grandfather were death eaters. It runs in the family. I get it. Look, I love Regulus and he loves me. It would do you some good to talk to him about the horocruxes and stop being a jealous teenager.

Harry jumped up.

“I’m a jealous teenager because I don’t want you to get hurt?”

You went back to fixing the espresso and ignoring Harry some more. Harry sighed.

“Fine, date him. Forget what I am feeling. It clearly doesn’t matter.”

You didn’t turn right away. Instead, you gave yourself a moment to calm down before deciding to speak. When you turned to face Harry, you were surprised to see him no longer in the room.

Harry avoided you for the rest of the day. It didn’t matter how many times that you tried to talk to him, he would just leave whatever room it was you came into.

“Fine! Be a stubborn man!”

You yelled over your shoulder as the front door opened and closed. Turning, you were relieved to see Sirius and Regulus watching you with matching frowns.

“Quality time with friends.”

You muttered. Sirius nodded but Regulus continued to scowl. Sirius was the first to speak. He looked almost gleeful as Moody stepped into the room.

“Good times, he Y/n. We have a surprise for you.”

You sighed.

“Sirius, I really don’t like surprises.”

Moody motioned to the body that he was holding. In his arms was a passed out and pale Evan Rosier. Your hands immediately went to your mouth. This was why they didn't want you to go along…

“Is he dead?”

You questioned. Regulus shook his head.

“I knocked him out. The ass tried to kill me….”

Regulus knew that he shouldn’t have added that last part by the shocked expression on your face.

“Don’t worry he didn't hurt me. He came off a lot worse.”

Moody limped past you and carelessly tossed Evan on the couch before conjuring a spell to keep him handcuffed to the radiator.

“He’s going to be in a great mood when he wakes up.”

Regulus meanwhile, pulled you into the dining room out of Sirius and Moody’s gaze. You were slammed against the wall with his hard body holding you in place. His lips were on yours kissing you hungrily before moving down to your neck.

“Is that why you didn’t want me to go this morning? The three of you were going after him...yet you couldn’t tell me.”

Regulus stood up straight and looked down at you with a displeased expression.

“I didn’t want you to see him get killed. Like it or not, you do still have feelings for your father and it wouldn’t have done you any good emotionally to see what he is capable of.”

You sighed, trying to ignore the annoying feelings inside of you.

“Reggie, I know what he is capable of. You can’t protect me from everything...even the ugly parts of my family that I know of.”

Regulus didn’t say anything. His stormy eyes were keeping you locked in place. He knew that you would never accept something being “too dangerous” for you. Why he expected this would be different, he wasn’t sure.

“I’m not going to stop trying to keep you safe.”

Sirius’ voice from the other side of the room pulled the two of you from the conversation.

“He’s waking up.”

The two of you quickly went back into the living room where Evan was in the process of coming out of his stunned stupor. His blue eyes fluttered open before looking around the room taking in his surroundings. Evan was clearly stunned as he met the less than thrilled expressions of Regulus, Sirius, Madeye Moody, and you.

“What the actual fuck?!”

He snapped. You were the first to speak.

“Have a nice nap?”

Evan looked around and knew exactly where he was. He was far away from his “side” and locked in Grimmauld Place. This had been a home that he spent a lot of time in as a child. Now he wanted nothing more than to get up and bail the fuck out.

His attention locked on you and it made you feel even more uneasy. Evan definitely had a way to make someone feel small but you weren’t about to let him know that. His blue eyes, which matched yours, fell down your body.

“You don’t look pregnant.”

You blinked, trying to make sure that you heard him right. Judging by the confused expression on Regulus, Sirius, and Moody’s faces they had heard the same thing too.

“Me? Well, that flattering. Thanks for not calling me fat.”

You commented as Evan tried to pull his hand down but was stopped by the handcuff that Moody attached to him.

“When is your baby due?”

He asked. Evan needed answers that Dolohov couldn’t provide. You, meanwhile, started laughing.

“What drugs have you been smoking and who have you been talking to? I’m not pregnant, you idiot.”

“Watch your tone.”

Evan snapped as Regulus stepped closer to you.

“And, you, hands off!”

Regulus gave Evan a sneer before pulling you against him. He partially did it to antagonize Evan and to keep you from trying to slap Evan. This was that delicate subject that no one needed to bring up around you. It had become even more delicate now that Teddy was born and you had developed a fondness of the little boy.

“Back to me, I don’t know who you have been talking to but I’m not pregnant. One of my friends was...not me. I can’t…”

You said, your voice softening. Evan’s intense frown softened as he took in your words. Boy, Dolohov was going to get his ass handed to him (if Evan got out of this house alive)

“I don’t understand.”

He muttered.

“Evan. no.”

Regulus quickly said. This was a barrier that he didn't want to cross at the moment but he had a horrible feeling that it was going to happen. The expression on your face told Regulus everything that he needed to know.

“That charming woman that you married, my mother, she abused me so badly that it wouldn’t be possible. She used to beat the crap out of me because I looked like you. I guess I should thank you for killing her. That was kind of good news to get. I blame you. If you would have kept a brain in your skull and stayed home like a good father, nothing bad would never have happened to me and I wouldn’t have grown up so confused and defeated.”

You had hoped that Evan’s expression would soften a little more but it didn’t. He reminded you too much of your grandfather. Even the worst of news wouldn’t shake the man.

“I had a job to do.”

“You had a job to do. What about me? Your job should have been keeping your daughter safe. My life could have been different.”

Evan scowled up at you and tugged hard on the handcuffs again.

“But look at you know. You're an auror. You have a good job and are clearly independent. How could I ever give you something better?”

You shook your head, knowing that you were getting nowhere.

“I could have had you. I loved you. Do you know what it was like watching you leave that night and you never return? Clearly, you don’t because you have no heart.”

As much as Evan didn’t want to admit it, your words cut like knives in his heart but couldn’t let you know it. You were better off without him. This was the best thing that Evan could do for you as a father. He needed to keep you away from anything associated with his past. This included the man at your side. Evan had to think of a way to end Regulus…

“Do you think that you are funny?”

Evan questioned. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t. Crying was not you...at least when other people were around. You would cry later. For now, you had to be the snarky person that everyone had come to love so much.

“I think I’m adorable.”

You smirked the moment that Regulus put his head down and turned to Sirius, who was silently giggling.

“You walked into that one.”

Sirius said with a laugh. You turned to Moody.

“Do whatever you want...I could really care less.”

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Nat gets Amnesia

 so @mockinghawk-romanogers asked for a fic of this based off a post of mine. it took a lot longer to get to than I planned thanks to university and life, and it’s not really the same as the of post but that’s okay. I like both of them. 

This is the post in question by the way: 

[Steve and the Bucky are in central Asia following a lead on a terrorist organization after Civil War][Nat and Sam are following other leads in central America, Nat got hurt and can't keep things straight in her mind]

Nat : *gets a long and well written love letter from Steve*Nat : awwww

Nat : *writes back* "you have a crush on me? That's embarrassing :P"

[A week later]

Steve : *calls Nat on burner phone only for emergencies* Nat, we're litterly married!

Nat : is that how I got your dog tags with your mom's ring on it?

Steve : yes! Don't you remember?

Nat : not really... did I look nice?

Steve : ....of course you did, can I talk to Sam?

Nat : why?

Steve : I need him to check something for me

Nat : what is it? I can do it

*Sam walks in, sees the phone, panicks, and grabs the phone*

Nat : hey!! What gives?

Sam : *trying to act nonchalant while shooting Nat away* hey man, what's up?

Steve : why doesn't my wife remember she's my wife?

Sam : whaaattttt? that's crazy!

Steve : is Nat hurt?

Sam : Not a cut

Nat : *in the background* tell the pizza man I want extra banana peppers on mine

Sam : *to Nat* sure thing

Steve : Sam what happened?

Sam : what do you mean?

Steve : what happen-

Sam : woops well look at that, times up, got to go! Tasha, say bye

Nat : why do I have to say goodbye to the pizza man?

Sam : because he likes you

Nat : likes likes?Sam : ohhh yeah

Steve : wait a minute Sa-

*Sam hangs up*

I can do the whole pizza man part in another one if you guys want me to. But this is the oneshot I whipped up today because I finally had the time and motivation :) 

-

They were on a mission in Brazil that of course brought them to the Amazon Rainforest and not only there but at a Hydra base right on the banks of the river itself. Hydra and their fucking cliches. Sam and Natasha went down there to do some snooping around - “Recon” as Tasha put it. Which of course quickly turned into “innocent intel gathering” as she put it in the middle of the night. Then one trip wire (fucking cliches) got them into a “good old fashion shoot out” as she so cheekly put it as she put a bullet in a Hydra goon’s head. Which may or may not have made Sam question Steve’s sanity for marrying such a scary woman. And they just in Brazil that morning, barely had any lunch and Sam’s stomach is really pissed at him. 

   But back to the point! Hydra, Amazon River, terrifying  woman for a partner, kicking Hydra goon ass all in the very humid and very yuckie air of the Amazon. Just one other reason to add to the list of “why I hate Jimmy”, Sam should've gone with scissors that last round, at least then he would be in Central  Asia and just  be dealing with the heat. 

They managed to get outside where they could get the upper hand,  mainly thanks to Tasha’s kick ass assassin skills. Now he was providing air support and Redwing was being awesome and finishing up the intel theft. 

So Tasha was on the ground kicking ass like only Sam could dream of doing, Sam was playing snipper and taking out stragglers and thinning them out for Tasha when suddenly Tasha was in the river face down and Sam was fighting to right himself midair with his ears ringing painfully.

Cold sweat ran down Sam’s back as the biting air rushed in his ears and brought tears to his eyes. He’s going to blame it on the wind if any of those Hydra idiots brought it up, because Sam Wilson does not cry for his friends, he was a stone cold certified bad bitch (by Tasha the queen of bad bitches herself) thank you very much. His stomach twists painfully making him want to throw up and he does and it’s just acid and it burns his throat and he hates today. 

In just another example of classical Hydra cliche, they blew up their little super secret base and bebrie hit Tasha, sending her into the river. His mind registers the fact that Redwing’s still connected to the goggles’ computer and online. Sam thanks the beings that be as he takes a swan dive to Tasha. One thing is for sure, Sam thought as he pulled Natasha out of the river, Steve will kill him if he finds out about this. 

“Redwing buddy tell me I didn’t just let cap become a widow.” The electronic drone bird chirps as they run away- make a strategic withdrawal into the night sky to their hotel room. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as her vitals popped up and he saw her steady heart beat. “Thank god! He still can’t know about this though!” Redwing chirps again as Sam readjusts the spy in his arms. “Well if she snitches we just have to go into hiding.” Another chirp. “Can you stop pointing out faults in my plan?” Silence. “Thank you.”  

Natalie grones as the light hits her eyes causing a pounding headache to erupt across her head. “What the fuck happened last night?” Her cold hand helped a bit when she held it against her forehead. A black man walked out of the bathroom with a hesitant smile on his face.

“Heyyy girl, how’re you feeling?” She  grunted in reply and she threw her bare legs over the side of the bed. Pausing, she looked down and raised an eyebrow, she had her underwear and tank top on. 

“Why the hell am I half naked with a hell of a hangover? Did we sleep together? You better have used protection!” She jabed her left index finger at the man who was still standing on the other side of the room by the desk. Her eyes caught the gold of her wedding band. “You better be my husband too, I am no cheat!” The man’s mouth went slack as his eyes went wide. 

“I broke her- Hydra broke her and I let them.” He started to ramble to himself, rubbing his hands over his head. Natalie pauses again, what the hell does a Nazi subdivison have to do with this? 

“I thought Captain America took care of those guys.” The man stopped and she could practically see the dread set in as she watched his back. Something in a bag on his side of the room chirped and he snapped at it to shut up. 

After a slew of questions the man, Sam, tells her she had memory loss and thinks she’s one of her covers for her job; A history teacher named Natalie Rushmen when she was really an intelligence agent named Natasha Rogers. They were on a mission in Brazil when she got hurt and they will not be leaving until she gets her memory because “Your husband will kill me if he finds out about this and as my friend you would be obliged to kill him and the whole thing would go down into history books and I don’t want to be in history books like that.” 

They stared into each other's eyes for a while, sweat running down Sam’s face as a smirk played on Natasha’s. She hummed, putting her head in her hand, finger tapping her chin,  pretending to mull it over. 

“Hmmm? What do you mean hmmm??” 

“He is my husband, and I like to think we-” 

“Then don’t think! Trust me, you love to pull shit over him, it's your favorite pastime!” 

“Okay” She got up and left him to get dressed “But i think my other favorite is to keep you on your toes.” She calls from the other side of the closed bathroom door. He flops onto the bed, rubbing his face. Thank god the mission was originally planned for a week and radio silent. 

_

A day later the front office stopped Natasha and gave her an envelope. Said envelope found its way into her purse quicker than a snitch in those Harry Potter books she was working through for the eleventh time according to Sam.   

 When she found the room to be empty and void of said man, she plopped onto her bed and opened the letter. A love letter from a guy trying to be mysterious by going by S - how sweet! But she was married and the most faithful wife-who-can’t-even-remember-her-spouse’s-face there ever was!  But she wasn’t a mean woman either, plus it was so nicely written, clearly S loved her a lot. And she was going to love breaking that big heart of his, gotta set her foot down. 

 So she got to writing her own letter complete with a lipstick kiss on the letter’s bottom corner next to her N.

“Dear S, 

Fuck you, I’m married. 

With nothing but love, 

      N <3” 

Short and to the point, just how she liked it. Smiling to herself with a bounce in her step, she hands her response to the young girl at the front desk, thanked her and went back into the room to watch some Brazilian dramas. The letter from S tucked away in her bag, she was going to ask Sam about it  later when he got back with dinner. 

But dinner came and went and the letter was left forgotten under one of her bras. That was until two days later when Sam got a call on a flip phone. Well the phone in his bag did and like always he way out, so she did the friendly thing of answering it when she saw the unsaved number thinking it was spam. 

“Hello, this is Cathrine from Bed Baths and Beyond, how can I help you on this wonderful day?” 

The midwestern American accent came easily to her as she played with her hair with the phone held in place with her shoulder and cheek 

“Nat what’s going on?” She doesn’t know how she knows but that was Mysterious Mr. S on the other end of the line. 

“Who the fuck do you take me for mr S?? I am married and I’ll bet twenty bucks you’re not even half the man my husband is!” She fished the letter out of her bag “I mean seriously! ‘Words cannot even begin to describe how beautiful you are, Aphrodite cannot even hope to compare.’ “ She reads the line in a high pitched mocking town. “Did you read that from ‘Pickup lines so used and abused even their mothers won’t recognize them’? I wouldn’t be caught dead with a man who thinks that’s the hot shit.” 

  There was a pause and Natasha had to check that he didn’t hang up. 

“What - I’m your husband! Me! Steve Rogers am your spouse!” 

“Yeah okay buddy nice try.” 

“Where’s Sam?” 

“Who’s Sam?” 

“Natasha please don’t, where’s Sam?” 

“He’s at work, doing accountant stuff with the numbers and shit.” 

“Sam barely passed algebra, he hates math.” 

Just  as about to call him a staker, Sam the man walked in with food. 

“Got you some waffles!” He did his best Donkey impression at the word waffles as he closed the door behind him. When he turned back he dropped the food and basically tackled her like a linebacker or something to get to the phone. - Point is it hurt her bruised and battered body.  “Give that to me woman!” 

“No!” 

“What’s going on with you two??” -Steve 

“Yes!” 

“I don’t wanna!” 

“I’ll buy you ice cream!” 

They pause in their battle for the phone. 

“Chocolate?” 

“I’m not a heathen like your husband.” 

“I heard that!” - Steve 

She let go, hand up and palms out in surrender. Sam put the phone to his ear.

“Heyyy Steve, whatsup man?” Sam shoved his unused hand into his armpit as he started to walk the length of the room. Nodding to the food to tell Natasha to start eating, which she does. So she watched him talk while eating her waffles far more entertained than she would be watching a Brazilan show. 

“Why doesn’t my wife remember me?” 

“You have a wife? Wow, congrats man! Who’s the lucky lady?” 

“The one you let get amnesia apparently.” 

“Amnesia-what?” 

Steve sighed on the other end.

“She hurt in any other way?” 

Sam shared a glance with Natasha who had booth cheeks stuffed with waffles. 

“Not a scratch.” 

“You sit on a throne of lies.” Natasha hisses. “I have three broken ribs Mr. S!” 

“What! Thre-!” Steve is sooo going to kill Sam. 

“Oh wow don’t you look at that! Time’s out, gotta go! Bye Steve!” And with a snap of the phone, the yelling voice of an angry husband is cut off. Sam joined Natasha at the table and started to eat his waffles. 

“Is that really my husband?” She pointed her fork at the phone laying on one of the twin beds. Sam nods as he poured syrup over his waffles. “What was I thinking?” 

“To this day I still can’t figure it out.” 

[kingdomheartsmarts]

Hello, could I please request a scenario with Axel/Lea where he and fem reader are long time childhood friends, and she walks in on him masturbating and moaning her name? He quickly scrambles to try and cover himself and come up with an explanation but she decides to "help him out" (lol sorry if that's too specific)

oh my god i love this. so much. 

honestly i’m trying to put a lot more work into these instead of forcing myself to pump them out and it’s helping me ease back into being able to write more again :) basically i’m trying to make them a tiny-bit longer. i hope that’s okay with you guys. 

smutty under cutty. 

Lea/Reader | Always There for You

Lea had always been there- being an absolute moron and a rock- for as long as you could remember; someone who was always there with a snide remark offset by a smile. It’s always been like this- following the redhead around like you were a lost puppy when you were kids before being pulled into an eventful friendship with him and Isa. Sometimes it wasn’t ideal, sometimes it was needed, sometimes it was everything that was keeping you from pulling your hair out- 

But sometimes it also made you want to finally shut Lea up with your mouth against his. 

Lea has always been mouthy and loud- obnoxiously himself even when you just needed a moment of peace- it’s always been like this, that’s why today was so annoying-

Coming home to your shared apartment, the cool air calming your thoughts for a split second before hearing Lea’s blaring music from his room- the noise cutting through your ears and ringing through your skull as you made your way to your bedroom, rubbing your temples. 

“Lea- I’m home, can you turn that down?” You yelled, the volume staying a constant before knocking your fist against the door- 

“Shit- H-Hey,” Lea greeted you from the other side, the music abruptly stopping. 

“Turn it down. I have a headache, please.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” He said, the music starting back up, “Is that alright?” 

“Perfect; I’m going to shower,” 

“Cool,” 

If you didn’t have a raging headache, you would of caught the way his voice spiked with surprise and anxiety, the way that he knocked himself around his room to get to his phone to turn down the music, and the way he seemed to of been violently pulled out of his own thoughts- his mind preoccupied with something so intimate he forgot his surroundings. That being said, it wasn’t his fault; you came home early from work with a raging headache, a mixture of the weather and stress causing a matra of internal thuds. 

You just wanted a warm shower, some meds, and a nap. 

Tossing down your phone and wallet, you pulled off your shirt as the door closed behind you. You could care less if Lea were to somehow see you, especially in this moment, but he seemed pretty preoccupied when you interrupted him. Kicking off your shoes and socks, you pulled off your pants and panties, chucking them into a clothes hamper before pulling off your bra; it was friday anyway, you didn’t need that bra right now. 

Entering your bathroom, you swore you heard your name called, through the not-so-thick walls of the apartment; your bathroom being the in between area between Lea’s room and your own. Ignoring the convincing noises, you pulled your hair down as you let it rest over your shoulders, turning on the warm water as you finally felt yourself relax, your tense muscles relaxing under the hot stream of water- your eyes slipping shut with a soft hum. 

“That’s it, babydoll,” 

“The hell?” you murmured, realizing that Lea was the source of those words, your face heating up with the realization-

He’s been masturbating this whole time.

Well, that’s alright, just leave him be- he needs his alone time and if he needs it right now then that’s okay, you said to yourself, lathering up your hair as you massage your scalp. 

“Fuck- You’re so good for me,” 

Who was he thinking about? Was he thinking about someone you didn’t know, or someone that the two of you knew and it was his little crush? Was he even smitten with someone? Was he just letting out empty praises to get himself off on his own voice?

You snickered at the last thought, the idea of Lea only being able to get off when he was able to hear his own voice- but the idea of Lea touching himself plagued you- 

Did he have toys? Was he facetiming someone or watching porn? Or was he just completely solo while thinking of someone else?

Washing out the shampoo, you bit your tongue at the last thought as your gut twisted with jealousy- 

Lea thinking about someone else. 

You refused to admit the very fact that you were the one smitten by him. You loved Lea with every miracle and dumbass decision he made and you couldn’t handle the idea of him getting off to someone else-

So what if he was getting off on the idea of you?

Dismissing your spiralling thoughts, you pulled yourself back to reality as you ran conditioner through your hair, letting it sit for a moment as you ran body wash over your skin. 

“Shit- come on, just a little more for me,” 

Your body felt hot as you turned down the hot water, trying to cool yourself off as your core ignited with the thoughts of Lea laying naked on his bed, jacking off while moaning. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, that’s a good girl,” 

Finally washing out the conditioner, you were finally growing uncomfortable as your skin crawled with the desire to relieve yourself. 

“I’m gonna take good care of you, kitty,” 

Your hand paused on the knobs of the shower as you took in what he just said- 

Kitty. 

Sure, you knew the whole daddy-kitten thing, but he didn’t say kitten. He said kitty. The same exact nickname he called you from the time you were teenagers. It wasn’t something he normally said to everyone- not even close, with the memory of a girl asking him if he would call her kitty before swiftly shooting her down, telling her that you were kitty. 

Finally turning off the water, you quickly towelled off before drying your hair with the towel, your thoughts racing as you attempted to distract yourself from Lea’s not-so-far-away moans. Wrapping the towel around you as you snuck out of your room, staying as quiet as possible as you leaned your ear against his door-

The explicit sound of his moans and rough strokes pained your core as you relished in his pleasure for a moment, continuing to moan as you reached for the handle of his door, the towel still wrapped around you as you silently turned the handle-

Lea laying with his back to his bed, resting on some pillows as he held a picture in one hand and his dick in the other, his hand quickly stroking his length as his half lidded eyes studied the picture- 

A picture you gave him of you at the beach, clad in clothes that are only called that because of a marketing meeting. 

You pervert, you thought as he continued to let out babbles of moans, his words mixed and mumbled as his length leaked precum. 

“That’s it, kitty, god-” Lea groaned his head falling back against the pillows as you pushed open the door a little further, relishing in his nude body as you stood in his doorway. 

“Whatcha doin’, pervert?” You purred with cockiness dripping from your voice, Lea jumping out of his skin at you standing at his doorway- your hand on the door and on your towel as he attempted to cover himself.

“Uh…” Lea trailed off, cocking your brow at him as you closed the door behind you, locking the two of you in the room together. “You wouldn’t be masturbating to a picture I gave you, now would you?” You asked sweetly as you made your way over to his bed, his face starting to match his hair as he stared at you, wide-eyed. 

“What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” You asked as you leaned down, running your tongue along his jaw, “Or should I ask, does Kitty got your tongue?” 

“You-You’re not mad?” 

“I don’t typically go into the bedrooms of men who are obviously masturbating only wearing a towel, so no i’m not mad,” you said teasingly, resting your knees on either side of his hips, sitting over him as he kept a hand on the sheet covering his length.

“Only a towel?” Lea asked after a moment, his hands finally leaving what they once clung to as he grabbed your covered hips, teasingly sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Mhmm- You wanna see?” You teased as you laid him back down, your hands running down his warm skin that had a sheen of sweat. 

“Who am I to deny that?” He said lowly, your hands finally pulling off your towel as he groaned softly as it fell away, your eyes focused on him. “Shit, kitty,” He growled, pulling you down on top of him, his arms wrapped around your back as he took one of your nipples into his mouth- his eyes meeting you as he let out a soft groan. Your hands found their way into his hair as you pulled him forward, his lips curling into a smirk as he released your nipple, his hand running down your back to cup your ass. 

“Had to moan my name that loudly, hm?” You teased, kissing his jaw as he massaged your ass, your core burning at the close proximity to his warm hands; a soft chuckle left his mouth as you kissed your way up his chin, gently kissing around his mouth as he let out an irritated growl. 

“Shut up and kiss me,” Lea snapped, crashing his warm lips into yours as you let out a soft moan- his warm lips moving against yours as his tongue ran over your bottom lip, a soft gasp escaping you as his tongue ran over yours, his fingers finally teasing your slick core. 

“You want it that bad, huh?” He teased as he pulled you to lay directly on top of him, your head resting against his chest as his fingers ever so gently dipped into your core, testing the waters as you let out a content sigh. 

“How about you shut- ah!” You cut off your sentence with a gasp, his fingers entering you as you arched your back, his long fingers massaging your inner walls- just for him to roughly remove them a moment later. “Were you saying something?” He smirked as he brought his lips to your neck, gently nipping and suckling on your soft skin. 

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me-” 

“Lewd words coming from you,” 

“I just caught you masturbating to a picture I gifted you,” 

“Fair enough,” Lea smirked, flipping you over for him to loom over you, his eyes dark as they were shrouded in lust, his hands finding your hips as he pulled your thighs around his hips, his length hard and waiting. 

“Do you think you need anymore prep?” He asked lowly in your ear, his teeth taking the tender lobe and rubbing it with the sharpness, your lewd whimper making his cock twitch. 

“No~ Please just hurry up~” You whimpered as you pulled his hips closer to yours. 

“Why’re you so horny, kitty?” Lea teased as he finally pushed into you, your gasp making him groan as he pushed into you, “Did my moans get to you that badly?” 

“Shut it-” You snapped, a blush covering your face as you wrapped your arms around his back, your face buried in his neck. 

“Should I stop reminding you about how I moaned about you and practiced praising you?” He smirked against your skin as he pushed all the way in, your loud groan making his cock twitch as your walls fluttered around him. 

“Lea~” you whimpered, your walls deliciously stretched as your walls fluttered at the beautiful feeling, his arms wrapped securely around you as he held you close to him. 

“Oh, that sounds nice,” He purred as he teasingly rolled his hips, your groan telling him everything he needed to know as he continued rolling his hips into your waiting heat. 

“God- More~” 

“I’m not god, I thought you had my name memorized by now-” 

“Damnit Lea if you don’t fucking go harder-” You snapped, his teeth raking across the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“Harder?” He tentatively asked, keeping his hips at the lazily pleasurable pace.

“Please~” 

“Like this?” He snapped his hips roughly, a loud groan leaving your mouth as he smirked at your expression- your head flung back as your nails cut into his shoulders, your eyes half lidded and glazed over with pleasure, and your mouth hung open in a moan. 

“Lea- Fuck-” You groaned as you brought him impossibly closer to you, your back arching as his hips continued to roughly slap against you, his balls slapping agaisnt your ass, the lewd sound making you whimper. 

“What? I feel that good?” Lea teased, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sentence left his mouth, his groan resonating through the room as his mouth hung open in a moan, “Fuck you’re so good for me.” 

“Lea, more~” You whined as your hand intertwined in his hair, pulling his head up as his lips crashed into yours- the kiss messy and imperfect as teeth clashed with a shuttering groan, Lea’s thumb teasing and abusing your clit as you groaned into his mouth. 

“That’s it- hah- good Kitty,” He praised you, watching your hips twitch and shutter as you squealed, your orgasm coming too quick and not fast enough all at once. 

“Fuck- Fuck- Lea~” your resonating, open-mouthed groan echoed through the room as your walls convulsed around his throbbing length, your nails cutting into his shoulders and scalp as you clung onto him with waves of your orgasm rushing through you. 

“That’s it, babydoll- just a little more for me,” he panted in your ear, his breath hot as it fanned your skin, goosebumps raising as your body quivered under his unwavering assault. You whimpered under him, your hands helplessly holding onto him as his pants and moans grew in volume, the overstimulation making your body limp.

With an abrupt groan, Lea came as he held onto you, his hands warm and sweaty against your back as he shuttered, his cum painting your inner walls as the warmth filled you. His thrust finally faltered as he came down from his high, his body cradling you under his warmth, his head lifting to meet your eyes. “God, I've wanted to do that for so long,” Lea said lowly, his voice starting to rasp from everything that just happened, pulling himself out of you while he looked down at you. 

“Fuck,” you cursed as your heart continued to pound in the constrains of your chest, your hands continuing to hold Lea as he smiled down on you, his lips gently pecking yours. 

“That was amazing,” he smiled, nuzzling your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over to lay on top of him. 

“Do you always last that long?” You asked weakly, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“Depends on how much you tease me, baby girl,” He said with a wink, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

“Good; I’ll keep that in mind, then,” You quietly said as you nuzzled your head into his chest. 

“‘M always here for you,” Lea playfully said as you kissed up his neck. 

“I know. You’re not gonna be having anyone else now, right?” 

“Never did, not gonna start.” 

“Good.”

[heir-of-talon]

So I have commissioned these busts of the characters. I will post a bust of the person whose POV the chapter is written in ❤ Some may be spoilery but hey! It's just fanfiction 😉

HEIR OF TALON 2

Warnings: explicit/underage/violence

Summary:

After slaying Elder Wyrm and becoming CEO of Talon Ember works very hard. Slowly changes are creeping in, that threaten her relationships with Garret and Riley, her sense of self and her sanity.

Life at the top

Ember

I woke up with a yelp. The bed sheets and my shirt were rumpled and soaked through with sweat. I reached for a glass of water on the night stand and drank trying to wash away tightness in my throat tasting salt of my tears mingling with contents of the glass. It was just another nightmare I tried to calm myself, but at this point I had little doubt that these were true. As was ensuing weeks of captivity, when Gerard found more and more horrid ways to torment Ember after he learned, that she could heal quickly from injuries that would have killed anybody else. His lord and his men, formed a group around her, torturing her and slowly learning her secrets... Bloodlettings so they could bathe in her blood and become resistant to harm and disease. She has suffered it all without even feeling tempted to shift, because there inside her... a spire, only remaining reality of her happiness, of their destiny. No, she could still salvage him, she would endure and once he was out of her body she would shift and fly them both away to safety, to another world if need be, there was nothing she would not do for him, her little Dante. Her love though betrayed so cruelly have found new anchor and she would preserve.

And then... birth of their child, ten men with swords and kludges awaiting, hitting her, bleeding her and Gerard... he tossed his son into flames right after he nearly ripped him from her body amid her agonizing cries.

Hatred. All consuming, all destroying all mighty. She shifted and ripped them apart limb for limb, the men, the women, the children, anyone within the vicinity of the estate. She had nothing left for humans, the vile, cruel, mindless creatures...

These dreams always filled me with grief and despair. But I was not her. Or was I? Sometimes I was not sure anymore. I would better get up, it was going to be another long day.

Vipers were resisting my changes to the organisation and demanded to be allowed to form their own organization apart from Talon, my bare ass! I tossed my shirt aside and hurried to bathroom where I laid down in the bathtub and turned the water on. As warm water crept higher and higher covering my body I relaxed and garish details of the nightmare started to fade. My thoughts were sharp and clear again. No way I was going to relinquish control of Vipers, I will sooner get them all killed. But how do you do this exactly? The only way is to get them to kill one another and then maybe set the last one up to a surprise date with the Order? This would require some serious diversion though, to make sure they accept the orders and don't figure out the game too soon... Hmm maybe later, as the last instance, for now I would rather regain their obedience. Hot water have filled the tub to the brim and I ceased to think giving up to the utter delight of being submerged in relaxing warmth.

***

"Autumn and Cobalt are here to see you ma'am" my assistant's Rose voice sounded through intercom. "Let them in" I grunted, not at all happy. After momentary relief in the bath I have developed a nasty headache and painkillers did not really work on dragons. I was not sure if dragons should have headaches, I have not been sick one hour of my entire life before I have become CEO of Talon.

"Hello Firebrand, you look positively awful, what the hell happened to you?" Riley strode to my office and unceremoniously sat on a chair in front of my enormous desk pulling another chair closer and indicating for Autumn to sit next to him. This irritated me, I was the CEO, this was my office and he come without notice and behaved as he owned everything here. "I had a hard night" I said slowly "so this better be important" I gave them a tight smile.

"It's about my egg" Autumn said. "It's in hatchery now, and I don't want my baby to hatch there. I want him to be born free, not to spend his childhood in an isolated facility being drilled by Talon like we did." She talked calmly and was obviously at ease, while her ridiculous request literally made me seething inside. I waited till she was finished and replied. "How do you imagine to hatch a dragon egg and then rear a hatchling, unable to shift for two years and to stay reliably shifted for another ten in the middle of human society?" I asked calmly. "How are you going to feed it until it can shift? How are you going to avoid it being seen?". Autumn stared at me surprised by coldness in my voice.

"Easy Firebrand, this is why we came here. To find alternative solutions for these... challenges" Riley's voice was calm but he was now watching me with slightly narrowed eyes and I could hear him thinking hard. But I could not let Autumn take that egg away. These four eggs was all the organization had left. We've sustained substantial loses when the laboratory exploded, every dragon counted for survival of our race. "We were thinking about it for quite a while actually. There's four eggs that need to be reared. There probably won't be any new for some time now, as Talon's members will no longer be forced to mate and dragons breed extremely rarely on their own volition, being immortal, territorial and such. So we just need to provide these four hatchlings with a place to be in two years. It should not be that difficult..." "Oh you've got it all figured out, don't you!?" I cut him off. I was furious at his shortsighted sentimentality. "And who is going to provide these hatchlings with education and training? Their mothers, who's never set their foot outside of the breeding facility?!" Autumn looked as if I've hit her, but I didn't care. These hatchlings were important for the organization, now that the vessel program was abandoned. If they were raised outside of the organization will any of them wish to serve it? Will they even be suitable for our purposes? "What are you talking about?" Riley was furious now. "They will be instructed and influenced by our entire community. Just because you won't have total control over every moment of their lives, doesn't mean they will not turn out just fine". He took stunned Autumn by her hand and rose to his feet. "Come, we've must have caught ma'am CEO on a bad day." And then to me. "Do not think that you've heard the last of it Firebrand. This is important, this is the freedom we've been fighting for all this time. And I will not relent, just because you get to be the boss now!" He left with scared Autumn in tow leaving me to my headache and grim thoughts.

I pressed intercom button. "Rose? I am taking off the rest of the day. Tell the Archivist to schedule new date for meeting with Vipers" "Yes, ma'am." I dragged myself out of the office and staggered when the heat and sunshine of the day outside hit me. I could not remember being out in a middle of a day. Ruling Talon was consuming all my time and energy and throughout last few months I begun to see the point of the control and discipline within the organization, as dealing with Riley's rouges, Jade and other free spirits was clearly the most annoying part of my new situation. I could not remember the drive home. To a vast top floor apartment furnished by Rose to impress an empress as she has phrased it. I had no time to interfere and only added piles of discarded clothes to the setting. And these were cleared every day by a maid. So I entered my lavish suite kicked off my ballerinas, flopped on white leather sofa and closed my eyes.

***

I woke up with a start that made it clear, that my headache was still there. It was evening and someone was knocking on my door. I insisted on no Gilas in the building I lived in, just as I insisted on living among normal, if wealthy people, rather than in a fancy all Talon apartment complex few blocks from the HQ. Now I was suddenly reluctant to open the doors. "Ember?! Are you in there?" Garret. I sighed and dragged myself to the doors. "Hello commander" I tried to smile. "Come in and fix this shitty day". He did not smile just stepped over the threshold taking in my surely messy hair, crumpled suit and tired face. "What is wrong?" He asked dropping his duffel bag at the doors and pulling me into strong embrace. I closed my eyes breathing him in and feeling my headache and confusion melting away. But after a way too brief moment he pushed himself away to arms length and looked into my eyes. "What is going on Ember? You look so tired. And you missed the meeting today, the Archivist would not tell us anything, but Rose told me you went home feeling unwell so I come to check up on you."He said. "Wait a minute. What meeting?!" I felt an ugly suspicion rising. "Meeting with Vipers." He looked surprised and worried that I would ask. "The Archivist spoke in your name and got them in line, no worries. They are allowed to leave the organization under a long list of conditions, that shortly sums up to not killing, assaulting or terrorizing anyone ever and attending monthly meetings with their rehabilitation supervisors, new units consisting of one Talon employee and one Order's employee. Of course the agreement is only valid after you've approved it. From the looks on their faces no one is leaving for some time." He smiled to his thoughts.

I had plans for Vipers and this was not exactly what I would have gone for. I should be furious about Archivist bypassing me like that. But somehow it did not matter much. No, when Garret was here I was just relieved and thankful that things were taken care of. Suddenly I could breath freely and I thought that if only I could stay in his arms long enough I would heal and become whole again, the way I was before leaving Talon and the violent time that followed. I leaned in to kiss him and he answered crushing me to his chest. Then he lifted his head again and asked "Have you eaten?" Seemingly abandoning the topic of my bad looks. "No, I slept since noon. " Suddenly I could feel how hungry I was but at the same time I did not want to release him. "How about we order some tapas and eat here?" I pointed to the couch. He peered down at me and truly smiled for the first time since he saw me and I had a hard time trying to stay focused. There was my Garret, this intoxicating mixture of desire and disbelief in his gray eyes. "Give me a second to change, make yourself at home commander. Maybe order food, I want wine boiled chorizo, meat balls with tomato sauce and bacon wrapped dates big pile of each."

I winked at him and rushed to my bedroom and beyond to the walk in closet the size of an average apartment on Manhattan, as the real estate agent described it. There I quickly shed my office clothes and changed into oversized multicolor sweatpants and a knitted crop top. I turned and felt sudden apprehension about going back to the living room. My headache was on its way back and I just wanted to run as far away from Garret as possible, I sat on a chaise long in the middle of the closet. The boy was a nuisance putting it mildly, making me reckless and weak. The thoughts popped in and out of my head along with a passing stab of migraine until I heard his voice coming from somewhere close.

"Ember?" I exited the closet and found him standing at the doorstep to my bedroom. He quickly stepped outside, when he saw me, and I rushed to grab his hand. He sent me that worried look again. "Are you all right?" "Yes, was just changing." He looked me over doubtfully. "Food is here." He said. "Wow, that was fast." I chuckled slightly confused.

We ate talking about things we've been doing since we've last seen each other almost a month before. Garret got in touch with Order's Academy and tried to persuade them to provide much needed reinforcements sooner, than they meant it was possible. More and more survivors of Night of Fang and Fire surfaced all around the world and it was difficult to maintain his position as their leader. I sat buried neck-deep in documentation on Talon, that the Archivist deemed best suited to give me insight and understanding of Talon. I was also struggling to establish satisfactory level of authority. In other words both our lives sucked badly and we could not see the end of it. Afterwards I turned on some music and we went to the couch. Garret sat down in one corner and I nestled between his legs leaning sideways against his chest. I wanted to touch him, kiss him talk some more.

***

"Ember, better go to bed it's past eleven." Garret was shaking my arm lightly. Have I fallen asleep? Again!? "Don't leave me!" I blurted. "Stay with me Garret". He shifted under me. "My leg is sleeping. " He said and tried to stretch. "Let's go to bed then." I rose and he followed collecting his bag from the floor by the doors. I pointed him to guest bathroom and hurried to my own to brush my teeth. Then I slipped into the closet to change into shorts and oversized t-shirt with Toothless serving as pajamas. As soon as I slipped them on I rushed out and waited for Garret in the hall. He come out soon wearing only black boxer shorts, he was lean and tan, his hair bleached by the sun.

I felt my stomach twist with longing and dread, at the sight of him. I wanted him so much, yet I did not feel fit for passionate lovemaking. I was tired and haunted, Talon required things of me, that I doubted, he would accept. Going on like this was a torment for both of us, but we could not see any alternatives right now and I would not accept ending the relationship either. Garret was the only ray of sun in my existence, he loved me and I needed him, completely and desperately. Around him I was myself, battered and wan but myself, when he was gone I did not know who I was anymore.

I strode to him and hugged him tightly, which he returned with a purr. Then I caught his eyes and said solemnly "Garret I love you and I want to be close, but I have not been feeling well lately... And I know, that we don't see each other much, but I can't go all the way tonight. Actually I... might not want to do anything tonight" I felt lame, but he brushed hair off my temple, his expression soft. "It's okay. We are not obliged to do anything Ember. Let's get you to bed." He lifted me up and carried me to my bed, that was neatly made with fresh linens. He put me on the floor and lifted the comforter for me to crawl in. I laid down obediently and patted the pillow next to me. Garret slid under the covers beside me and the warmth of his body engulfed me as he put his arm around me and turned the bed lamp off. In the relative darkness of my bedroom with Garret so close all worries and problems seemed insubstantial, only his heartbeat was real, only the scent of his body and the warmth of his skin mattered. For the first time in weeks I fell into deep dreamless sleep.

[monstaxperiments]

Monsta X reaction to being jealous of your male friend (pt. 1)..~

Jooheon:

..~ Your bff, Mike has been working his ass off at his new job and finally has a Saturday off. You and Mike have been bffs since high school and even dated a short while but decided it would be best to just be friends. To catch up, he suggests hanging out, but it was also you and your bf Jooheon’s date night, so you decide to spend the day with both of your favorite guys. Jooheon was reluctant to let Mike tag along on your date but knows how close you two have been and he just wants to see you happy. He regrets his decision as soon as Mike walks up the theater steps and sees you practically sprinting to give him a huge hug. A hug that Jooheon felt took a little longer than needed. He says hello and gives Mike the fakest smile he could muster and follows behind the two of you into the theater lobby. Why am I following behind them? I’m y/n’s boyfriend not this guy Jooheon thinks to himself as he not so subtly squeezes in between you and Mike. You and Mike give him an odd look but brushes it off. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I got this,” Mike says as he pulls out his wallet “I feel like the third wheel anyway so I’ll pay for everyone’s ticket. Also just to say thanks Jooheon for letting me tag along. Not a lot of boyfriends would do that.” Mike gives Jooheon a friendly smile. “Yeah no problem.”Jooheon says with that fake smile of his. “Yeah you are third wheel.” Jooheon mumbles under his breathe just as Mike turns away to pay for the tickets. The three of you walk toward the concession stand next. “What do you guys want? I’m buying.” Mike says taking out a wad of cash. Jooheon rolls his eyes so hard he could’ve sworn he saw his brain. “Wow Mike! You’re really getting paid at your new job!” You say in a super impressed tone. A tone that Jooheon couldn’t help but feel inferior to. “Well, you know.” Mike says with a nonchalant shrug “Pretty soon you’ll be hanging out with a rich man” He smiles down at you, nudges you playfully. “Rich men get all the pretty girls.” Mike says this last sentence while looking over his shoulder at Jooheon with a sinister smirk. Jooheon stands there dumbfounded, unable to speak. You make your choices and Mike steps forward to pay for it “No I got it!” Jooheon says while squeezing in between you two again causing Mike to stumble back almost falling to the ground. “Jooheon! Stop being so so rude!” You say. “I’m not being rude, y/n. You’re my girlfriend I should be the one taking care of you.” Jooheon says while smiling at the clerk, handing them the cash. You three finally make it into the movie theater, with you in the middle. Jooheon rolls his eyes as he sees you and Mike chit chatting and giggling and sitting closely while waiting for the movie to start. Now he felt like the third wheel. 

The movie is about 30 minutes in and Jooheon finally felt at peace. You and Mike weren’t talking or giggling about the old days. Jooheon looks over at you to make sure you were enjoying the movie when he sees Mike’s arm over your seat. That sent Jooheon into a rage. “Ok I’ve had enough!” Jooheon yells as he stands up from his seat. A few people shush him and others turn around to see whats going on but Jooheon doesn’t care. He swats Mike arm away from you and gently pulls you up from your seat. “Since you got here you’ve been trying to steal y/n away from me but it stops right now. Don’t ever contact y/n again. And I better not see your face ever again.” He takes your hand and drags you out of the theater. 

Back in the car headed home ~ “I’m sorry y/n. I know you were really excited for that movie. I’ll take you to go see it again another time but I had to get you away from that guy.” He hears a sigh of relief from you. “I’m so glad you did. He was giving off weird vibes all night. And besides seeing you all jealous and possessive like that was a huge turn on.” You smirk at him. “Oh yeah? Well I must look unbelievably sexy right now because that guy really pissed me off.” “Yeah... I’m wondering if I should tell you he tried to grab my butt a few times.” Jooheon almost completely brakes on the highway, earning him a few car honks. “WHAT???” Jooheon is once again dumbfounded and threatens to turn the car around to kick some ass “Jooheon you can’t turn around on a one way street!”

I.M:

..~ “Ahahahahaha I win again y/n.” I.M says while sticking his tongue out at you like a little kid. This is the sixth round in a row you’ve lost to I.M while playing Mortal Kombat 11. You were starting to get annoyed but let him have his little victory. “I’m tired of this game. Can we play something else now?” You ask pouting and batting your eyes. “Sure. What game do you feel like losing next?” I.M chuckles to himself as he looks through the drawer full of games. Just then a notification pops up on the screen. ‘Handsomeguy90 is now online’. “Yay! Jesse is online!” I.M’s shoulder slump at the sound of that name. Jesse. Your bff from college. He currently lives about 10 hours away so I.M rarely had to see him, but he definitely hears his voice way too often. Another notification appears on the screen. ‘Handsomeguy90 is inviting you to play The Sims Online’. That was what you and Jesse liked to play together. An online game of avatars living everyday life and being able to text chat and voice chat with other players. Unfortunately for I.M, you two liked to voice chat. You grab the main controller from I.M’s lap and grab the headset that sat under the coffee table. You accept the invitation. “I guess were done?” I.M drops his hands into his lap with a sad expression. “Hey Jesse!” You say a little too excitedly. “Hey y/n! How are you? You sound so good!” I.M can hear Jesse’s voice through the headset which gave him a headache. He listens as you and Jesse make small talk before starting up the game. In this game you and Jesse’s avatars were married and had two kids with a third on the way. I.M hated when you played this game with Jesse. It made him feel like he wasn’t giving you what your heart truly wanted or you actually really wanted to be with Jesse. He watched with disgust as Jesse’s avatar continuously flirted with your avatar and also listened with disgust as Jesse said whatever his avatar said to your avatar. Things like you’re looking extra sexy today, that dress you’re wearing makes your butt look amazing, I love you so much, we were meant to be together, and so on. I.M couldn’t take it anymore. He got up to get a drink from the kitchen. As he returns he sees another avatar on the screen with the name I.M. The I.M in the game was an ugly old man with horrible traits and was the neighbor of you and Jesse. “What the fuck is that?” I.M asks in an annoyed tone. “Oh, Jesse thought it would be fun to include you in the game as sort of a comedy character. You’re our teched old neighbor who likes to spy on us and leave weird things in our mailbox and stuff like that. Isn’t that funny?” I.M just stares at you for a long moment. “Is he ok?” I.M could hear Jesse through the headset laughing. I.M swiftly lifts the headset from your ears. “Hey!” You exclaim in shock. “Goodbye Jesse.” I.M says into the headset and walks to the console and turns it off. “I.M what the hell?!” You say as you stand to turn it back on but I.M stands in your way. “Y/n I don’t want you playing that game with that guy ever again.” I.M says calmly. “You’re really that upset over a character in a game? It was just a stupid joke for the game.” You say crossing your arms. “I don’t care about the character, I care about the fact that you have this make believe life with a guy who obviously likes you says all this weird flirty stuff in your ear. That’s my job! I’m suppose to say weird flirty stuff in your ear.” You slowly uncross your arms listening to I.M. He was jealous. You felt bad for making him feel this way and being oblivious that you were doing it. You walk towards him and drape your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry baby you’re right only you can say weird flirty things to me.” I.M smiles and drapes his arms around your shoulders. “That’s right babe” he says kissing you on your forehead. 

Hyungwon:

..~ Hyungwon was asked to walk in a fashion show of a luxury brand. He got you a front row seat which made you super nervous. Only the elite sit front row at fashion shows, especially for luxury brands. Since Hyungwon was walking in the show, you two arrived early. While Hyungwon was backstage, you sat at the bar. You were sitting alone for a while until a handsome young man takes the seat next to you. He greets you with a hello and you greet him back. “What’s a pretty model doing here at the bar instead of getting ready backstage?” The man asks you after ordering a drink. You giggle and explain you’re not a model but your boyfriend is modeling in the show. “Oh what a shame to waste such a beautiful face and body to just have you sit in the crowd. How about you sit next to me then?” He says while sipping on his rather expensive looking drink. “I don’t think we can just change seats like that.” You say still a little flattered while sipping on your own drink. He smirks “I don’t think anyone would have a problem with it.” The two of you sit and chat for another hour until the show is about to start. While telling each other about yourselves, you learned that his name was Jason and that he was the son of the designer of the luxury brand and heir to the business. Hyungwon originally had you sitting on the left side at the end of the runway but now that you were sitting with Jason you were sitting on the right side dead in the middle. As you follow Jason you could feel the stares and hear the whispers of the elite around you. You notice the press turning their camera in your direction. You hear Jason chuckle. “They act like they’ve never seen a beautiful woman before. Tell your boyfriend to watch out, they might think we’re a couple y/n.” Jason flashes you a flirty smile. Suddenly the music changes, the outer lights dim, the inner lights start to flashes and swirl around each other, and the emcee comes on stage to start the show. You watch as the gorgeous and handsome models walk up and down the runway in awe. Soon you see a familiar face strutting down the runway. You let out a small shriek of excitement, you see Jason turn to you with curiosity, you smile and point at Hyungwon, “That’s my boyfriend.” Jason nods his head understandingly. You see Hyungwon’s eyes look in the direction of where he originally had you sitting. Oh shit where is she? She couldn’t find her seat? She didn’t get kicked out did she? Questions were racing through Hyungwon’s head and he started to get worried but he had to keep a straight face. Hyungwon gets to the end of the runway, strikes a pose and turns to walk back up the runway, but something catches his eye as he walks a few steps. He sees you waving your hands just at chest level. He was relieved to see you in crowd but he also notices another hand. On your shoulder. Belonging to the guy sitting next to you, smiling at him. In your excitement you hadn’t noticed that Jason’s arm found it’s way around your shoulder. Hyungwon was so shocked, confused, and distracted he almost walked right into the oncoming model going the opposite direction. A few gasps from the crowd were heard as Hyungwon quickly regains his composure and continues to walk backstage. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the sudden change, blaming yourself for distracting Hyungwon. Jason notices your state and comforts you, pulling you closer to him. I can’t believe the nerve of that guy Hyungwon thinks as he prepares for his final outfit. He had met Jason earlier that day and thought he was a decent guy. They bonded a little before the show, sharing things about their personal lives. Hyungwon even told him that his girlfriend was here at the show supporting him and that he felt bad that he had to leave her at the bar. That asshole. He better not let me catch him in the streets. Hyungwon finishes putting on his final outfit and waits behind the curtain for his turn. He peers around the curtain to the audience and sees you and Jason huddled together. Jason is even rubbing the top of your head. That’s my head! Hyungwon is furious. The model that went before Hyungwon is nearing backstage. Now it’s Hyungwon’s turn. He struts his stuff onto the catwalk. You were too busy with Jason to notice it was his turn again, but Jason definitely notices and makes sure you’re attention is on him. Hyungwom reaches the end of the catwalk, poses and turns around to exit. You finally notice. Hyungwon reaches the middle of the catwalk, and stops. Then he stretches out his hand towards you, eyes keeping forward. The whole room seemed to stare and stare out of intrigue, confusion, and everything in between, especially you. Almost in a trance like state you slowly rise to your feet, walk towards the catwalk, take that one step onto the catwalk, and grab Hyungwon’s hand. The camera flashes go off rapidly, a few cheers are heard from the crowd as you and Hyungwon walk hand in hand down the catwalk towards backstage. Just before you two turn the corner to be out of sight of the crowd, Hyungwon slightly turns his head toward Jason and winks. 

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 022 [Winchester’s Starting Line]

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〈“You know you’re fighting in a losing battle, Making a noose out of your hollow crown. I hold a match up to your paper castle, and watch it all burn down.” Ellie Goulding, “Hollow Crown”〉

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The smoke cleared and the boss was on the other end of the room, his body embedded in the back wall. The male standing in front of me was breathing heavily, sword poised in front of him in both hands. Wait, I recognize that mop of green hair!

“Izuku?”

He glanced over his shoulder, giving me a nervous smile. “H-Hi, Jen-san.” He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt under a green vest. His hands were covered by gloves and he wore a brown utility belt around his waist, legs covered by blue pants. He’s also a swordmaster.

“Deku?! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo yelled, stomping over to the boy.

“U-Um, I… you looked like… you n-needed help…”

“Hah?! As if I’d ever need help from a nerd like you!”

“You say that, but Winchester would have been a goner if he hadn’t stepped in when he did.” Iida approached the two, dressed in a suit of armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. He’s the knight class.

“That’s her fault for being a fucking weakling!”

“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, coughing again.

“Don’t worry, Jen, I can heal you!” Ochaco smiled brightly as she kneeled beside me, dressed in a short tan dress with a red hood over her head. Black leggings covered her legs, disappearing into brown boots. She carried a wooden staff, her right hand wearing a red glove. She’s the mage class. Ochaco hovered her hand above my stomach and it started to glow purple before my health shot up. “There, all better!”

“Thanks,” I pulled myself to my feet, dusting off my pants.

Iida snapped his gaze to me. “Why are you here? You’re not even level fifty yet!”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m half a pubic hair from being fifty. Fuck you.”

His cheeks burned. “E-Either way, this area is far too advanced for you! Show some responsibility for your actions.”

“You know, you really fucking piss me off, Prep.”

“P-Prep? My name is -!”

“I don’t fucking care,” I scoffed. “Oi, Bakuhoe. You got five minutes to finish this bitch off before I call it quits. I’m fuckin’ hungry and now in a bad mood.”

“Che, don’t tell me what to do!” He turned his back to me. “Let’s go, shitty hair!”

“Right!” Kirishima blew smoke from his nose.

Izuku and Iida joined the fight, while Ochaco stuck close to me with a magical shield up in case the boss decided to attack me again. Ten minutes passed and Kirishima dealt the finishing blow with a swipe of his clawed hand. Or is it a paw? Dragons don’t have paws right? Feet? But that makes me think of the back legs not the front.

As the boss shattered, an annoying jingling started to go off in my ear like I had just won the fucking jackpot on a slot machine. My level shot through the roof, jumping from forty-nine to seventy-nine. My body feels lighter, stronger, and now I have a shit ton of power points to assign again. For fuck’s sake.

Kirishima’s body started to shrink back to human form and he fell back onto his ass, a bright grin on his face. “I can’t believe we did it! You’re super strong, Midoriya!”

The greenette flushed at the praise, not missing Bakugo’s glare. “N-No, I’m really not -”

“Of course he is!” Iida pushed up his glasses. “Not only is he max level, but he also has the legendary Allmiber!”

Allmiber? What, is that the fucking love child of All Might and Excalibur?

“How the fuck did you hit max level?! And where the fuck did you get the most OP weapon in the damn game?!” Bakugo demanded, trying to grab the front of Izuku’s shirt, but the anti-PVP system prevented him from doing so.

“That’s so cool!” Kirishima jumped to his feet, eyes sparkling. “Only five people in the entire game have managed to find Allmiber!”

“And you, shitty hair!” Bakugo’s vermillion eyes snapped to the red-head, pointing an angry finger at his face. “How the fuck are you a Dragonling?!”

“What’s a Dragonling?” Ochaco whispered from behind me.

Izuku answered, his eyes shining. “Dragonlings are the rarest race in the whole game! They can’t be chosen or even bought, you can only get it as a drop from a powerful boss. The drop rate itself is only .01% and the drop location changes every week. They say that Dragonlings are unbeatable because of their massive health bars and insane defense and armor. They’re also the only race in the game that can change their forms in battle! Their dragon forms have been called the gods of the game! Did you know that the creator -”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, sweatdropping as he continued to ramble on about the game. A simple, ‘it’s rare!’ woulda been fine, ya know. But Ochaco and Iida are listening intently to him, as usual, nodding their head every few words.

Kirishima laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just killing some scarecrows for a quest and it dropped.”

“You got a Dragonling from a fucking level five quest?! I’ll kill you!”

My lips tugged down as I watched the two groups interacting with each other. Why do I feel a sudden pang in my heart? I cursed, turning toward the exit portal that had opened up after the boss with destroyed. It took me back to town and I quickly logged out of the game, pulling myself off the wooden floor and turning the console off. I can still hear Bakugo screaming over the phone and I hesitated.

Should I say something? I decided I didn’t want to bother them and just ended the group call without a word, glancing at the clock. Nine-thirty.

The front door opened and closed, Toshi stepped into the living room looking tired and ragged. He smiled when he saw me. “Hello, young Jen. What would you like me to make for dinner?”

I grunted, pushing past him before he could step into the kitchen. “I wanna work on my cooking skull. You don’t mind, yeah?”

He sent me a confused look, but it soon melted to one of warmth. “That’s fine with me. I’m guessing tacos since I lifted the ban?”

“Nah. I’m in the mood for some curry.”

“Oh…” he shifted in the doorway, watching me closely. “Is anything bothering you?”

I sent him a small smile. “I spent all day playing an RPG with Bakugo, so I’ve just got a bit of headache.”

He sweatdropped. “That’ll do it. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

My smile dropped as soon as the bathroom door closed. To be honest, I don’t really know why I’m suddenly feeling so… isolated and down, I guess? I don’t wanna worry him, especially when I don’t even technically know what my problem is. Thinking about it, a lot of time has passed since I came to this world, since I started at U.A.

While everyone else has been forging friendships, I’ve been too damn busy keeping people at a distance. I haven’t made any efforts at all. Bakugo only asked me to play with him because he had no one else, but now he knows that the golden trio and Kirishima also play. They don’t need a low level to babysit that knows nothing about the game.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Why is this bothering me? Get a grip.”

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My phone buzzed for the millionth time and I sighed, opening my messages. From Bakugo:

‘Where the fuck did u go?’

‘Oi, fuckin answer me’

‘…somethings wrong aint it?’

‘Stop fucking ignoring me!’

And from a number I didn’t recognize:

‘Hey Winchester! Got ur number from Bakugo!’

‘This is Kirishima btw’

‘Whyd u log out so suddenly? Everything ok?’

‘That sword u got is really cool btw, it costs a million gold!’

My brow furrowed. Why did he give my number to Kirishima? Why’d he want it in the first place? Are they really worried about me? And that sword… why did Bakugo give me something that’s worth so damn much? I don’t understand anything.

I sighed, throwing my phone onto the couch before plopping down onto the floor so I could put my sneakers on. I heard shuffling behind me as Toshi walked quietly down the hall, pausing when he noticed me.

“Young Jen, you’re up early!”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Toshi.”

“You’re never awake when I leave in the mornings.” He commented, sliding his feet into the over-sized loafers. He suddenly grinned, his body expanding as he took on his muscle form. “Shall I carry you to school today? Ahahaha!”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open. “I’m not a kid, but I’m sure Izuku would take you up on that offer, though.”

He laughed again, closing and locking the door. “I’m sure he would! By the way, I wanted to thank you for befriending young Midoriya. I feel more at ease knowing that you’re there to watch his back.”

“I’d hardly call myself his friend,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said you’re welcome.”

He smiled brightly, slapping my shoulder. “Be safe on your way to school, young Jen!” He kneeled down, kicking off the ground as he took to the sky. I waited until he was out of sight before starting to walk, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

It was still dark outside, the neighborhood peaceful as the residents slept. Crickets chirped tiredly in the distance, pausing when the wind blew through the trees. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always found solace in the darkness. I’ve always been a night owl, preferring to be awake through the night rather than during the day. Maybe it’s because I hate the sun, or maybe it’s because there are fewer people around at night… I don’t really know the reason. This little strip of time before the sun starts to rise makes me feel at peace.

I took my time walking to school and the sun was just starting to glare over the horizon as I walked through the archway, casting shades of orange and purple across the sky. It was beautiful, sure, but I ain’t fond of the sun.

I entered the school building, heading for class 1-A. The room was empty and, for a minute, I just stood in the doorway. It felt weird without the loud chatter of the other students. It was eerie, like I had just stepped into an alternate dimension or some shit.

“Fuckin’ creepy,” I muttered, flicking on the light before heading to my desk. What do I do now? I left my phone behind, so I can’t play any games. I guess I could work on my homework… I started it last night but couldn’t concentrate so I ended up giving up and going to bed. Scrunching my nose up, I grabbed my notebook and the worksheets we had been given and got to work.

The door slid open a few minutes later and I glanced up, meeting surprised heterochromatic eyes. I returned my gaze to my notebook, where I was working on a doodle of Deadpool wearing a taco hat. At least he ain’t glaring at me, but the day is still young.

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he sat at his desk. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, almost hesitantly. “Good morning,”

I raised a brow at him, but he was staring down at his desk. “Uh… sure.”

“Are you all healed up?”

“Yeah,”

“That’s good,” he nodded his head, pulling his notebook from his bag. “Does my voice really keep you calm?”

I nearly snapped my pencil, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. Damn, talk about being blunt. I cleared my throat, “Why are you even talkin’ to me?”

His eyes met mine, growing wide. “Should I not be?”

I shrugged. “You’ve always seemed perfectly content just glaring at me.”

Peppermint quickly looked away, his hair covering his eyes. “I’m sorry. You just… remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

He was silent for a moment and I figured he wasn’t going to answer. When he finally did, his voice was like ice. “My father,”

I raised a brow, humming. So a pretty boy with daddy issues, huh? Interesting. “Right. Good to know I remind you of an old man.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, his cheeks gaining some color. “Will you answer my question now?”

“Yes, you have a calming voice. Happy?” I sighed, turning back to my notebook. Man, I accidentally stabbed Deadpool in the face.

The door slid open again and Fumi stepped inside, tilting his head as his eyes met mine. He approached my desk with a smile. “Good morning, Jen-san.”

“Sup, Fumi.”

“You’re usually one of the last to arrive. It’s quite alarming to see you here so early.”

“Sheesh, a girl tries to be a diligent student and everyone thinks the world is comin’ to an end.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “I wanted to try somethin’ new, but don’t worry, I hate it and won’t be doing it again.”

He chuckled, his eyes scanning my notebook. “You did this problem wrong,”

“Heh?” I glanced at the math problem he was pointing at. “Fuck math,”

“If you’d like, I can give you a hand.”

“For sure, thanks Fumi. The last thing I need is a lecture from Ectoplasm about not paying attention in his class.”

He nodded toward the pencil. “May I?”

“Go for it,” I watched as he scribbled down a number on the corner of the page.

“You can message me anytime you find yourself stuck and I will do my best to assist you.”

“Yeah, I will.” I smiled at him. “Thanks, Fumi.”

He nodded, returning the smile before heading to his desk. I caught Peppermint’s gaze but he quickly looked away. What’s his deal today?

Students slowly started to filter into the room and the silence morphed into loud chatter. In a way, their loud natures is annoying as all hell, but… I think I prefer it over the alternative.

“Wait, who are you?”

I glanced up at the sound of Alien’s voice, seeing Rin standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here?

He bowed, offering a kind smile. “My name is Hiryuu Rin from class 1-B next door. I’m looking for Winchester,”

Her eyes fell on me, half-hidden behind Momo. I stood up and approached him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him from the room. I could already hear her excited whispers. I swear if she starts spreading some stupid shit… I brought Rin to the stairway, which only had a few students passing by. As soon as I turned toward him, his arms were thrown around my neck, my body tensing at the contact.

“Uhh…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He spoke with a voice full of emotion, his grip tightening around me. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I heard about the attack, about two students being seriously injured along with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei. I came to see you yesterday, to see if you were okay, but your entire class was gone. I was so worried about you, Winchester!”

My body relaxed as I wrapped my arms around him, gently rubbing his back. “The faulty thought it would be a good idea if we took a day off after the attack. Me and Izuku were a bit reckless, but it ain’t a big deal.”

“‘A bit reckless’?” He pulled back, eyes narrowed in frustration and worry. “You could’ve been killed.”

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” I muttered, scratching my cheek as I glanced to the side.”

“You’re my friend, of course, I care!” He sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.”

My heart skipped a beat, my chest growing warm as my lips curled up. My hand rested on his head. “I’m sorry I worried you, Rin.”

“Call me Hiryuu.”

“Only if you call me Jen.”

“Deal,” he grinned.

“Hey, Rin! Class is gonna start soon!” An orange-haired girl smiled at us as she walked by with a girl that looked like she just stepped out of My Little Pony.

“Be right there, Kendo!” He called before turning back to me, pulling his phone out of his bag. “Can we exchange numbers?”

“Oh, uh, sure. I forgot my phone at home, though, so I’ll text you back after I get home.” I gave him my number and we parted ways, entering our own classrooms. Two numbers in one day? You’re turning into a player, girl. My good mood fizzled a bit when I entered class 1-A, eyes locking with angry vermillion.

“Morning, Winchester!” Kirishima grinned. “Last night was so much fun, let’s play again sometime!”

“Ooh~ What did you two do last night?” Alien asked, clapping her hands excitedly. “And who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend, Winchester?”

Satan, grant me the strength I need to not kill anyone today. “No, he’s just a friend.” I ignored her disappointed pout as I headed for my desk. I was almost there when a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. Green met vermillion as we stared at each for a moment.

“You didn’t fucking answer my messages,” Bakugo’s voice was surprisingly calm as he gauged my reaction.

“I fell asleep after getting offline,” I lied, keeping my expression blank.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer when you woke up, then?”

“Forgot my phone,”

“Stop fucking lying to me!”

I grunted, pulling myself from his grip and plopping down at my desk. Why do I suddenly feel so guilty about lying? Why did I even lie in the first place? It had been an instant reaction, I didn’t even consider it. We’re not even friends. He just tolerates me because I do the same for him.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before stomping back to his desk.

“Hey, you guys! Did you watch the news?” Invisigirl asked, excitedly. “It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time. Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background…”

“Probably not,” Octo agreed.

Tail sweatdropped. “It is difficult to stand out when you’re just gloves…”

“We’re totally big deals.” Sparky’s voice was full of arrogance. “Those news channels love us, we’re basically celebrities!”

“Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, right?”

“Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked and that’s what they care about.”

“Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn’t shown up.”

“Death. That’s what woulda happened.” I commented, dryly.

“Why’d you say that?!” Grape freaked out, his eyes full of tears. “I’m gonna pee myself just thinking about it!”

My lip curled back in disgust. Why is this fucking brat even in the hero course? I’ve seen more heroism from a fucking cockroach.

“Ah, shut up! Grow a pair, loser!!”

“Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy? That guy was super strong and he still destroyed him!”

“Yes, his strength is truly a thing of wonder.”

“Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!” Iida ordered as he stood at the front of the room.

“Uh, we’re all sitting.”

“You’re the only one standing.”

Iida fell into his chair, body shaking. “Dang it,”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ochaco smiled. She’s honestly too precious for this world.

The door slid open and a heavily bandaged Aizawa appeared. His face was still covered, and both arms were in slings across his chest. “Good morning, class.”

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Writing Commission - Where I Want To Be - Chapter Five

Summary: Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, is a busy man. He has classes and students to teach English to, an agency that always seemed to be in the middle of a disaster to help deal with, and a radio station that was one bad show away from being cancelled to run. He doesn’t have time for a bad day triggered by nightmares and fears and anxieties that just never seem to stop.

Luckily for him, his partners are Aizawa Shouta and Yagi Toshinori and neither of those two are very good at leaving Hizashi to suffer alone.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia    

Relationship: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might

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WARNINGS FOR: Past childhood abuse (both emotional and physical) and anxiety attacks verging on panic to PTSD episodes. Please read with caution if needed.

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On the average day Hizashi loved his agency. It was bright, and loud, and full of sound and laughter and life and, more often than not, it reminded him of just why he had become a hero in the first place. It was a place where, no matter what, he knew he was making a difference -- however small it might be. 

Hizashi did not love his agency when he was having a rough day, however. His aching head, already pounding from a headache that was quickly starting to edge into migraine levels, screamed in pain at everything that was going on. He knew, without a doubt, that if he removed his sunglasses for even a second then it would be just enough to kick him into a sensory overload. Even with his hearing aids turned down it was still, well… 

Gaggles and groups of interns were dashing across the main lobby and disappearing into elevators or hallways, harried lawyers who looked one bad moment away from a breakdown were rushing to elevators with files upon files of paperwork, engineers and designers for their in-house support equipment were lugging around large crates and yelling every time someone stepped in their path, and overall it was like Hizashi had walked into hell.

He couldn’t help the half-step he took back towards the door that he was still holding open. The urge to just turn around and head back home where he knew Shouta and Toshinori would be was overwhelming. He knew he would never do it, though. As much as he would love to skip out on an agency day, he had far too much paperwork to get done. Not to mention he had way too many interns and sidekicks to corral to even attempt leaving. 

Besides, the wonderful, but terrifying woman who ran the front desk had already seen him. She was typically cheerful, but considering the chaos of everything, she was looking at Hizashi as if daring him to try and leave. It was a look that, the longer he stood there, was morphing into one of murderous rage and, considering she was the linchpin that kept his agency from collapsing, Hizashi decided to hustle his way inside. He wasn’t sure if he feared murder from her more, or her quitting on them. Probably the latter, all things considered. 

She at least seemed mollified when she saw Hizashi heading towards the elevators, but he noticed a quick glimpse of concern on her face. It was enough to have him resisting the urge to groan. If she could tell he was having an off day from just one look at him from so far away, then he didn’t have high hopes for nobody else noticing. He did work with pro-heroes, after all.

He at least had hope that the day might just look busy but would actually be slow. Those hopes were soon crushed and Hizashi knew exactly what sort of day it would be when two lawyers converged on him before he could even step inside the elevator. “Yamada-san! Here are the files concerning the last three major incidents during your patrols. This includes the altercation at the Mitsuya building.” Ah, right. The mall that had almost been destroyed by a couple of pricks with a grudge against… capitalism? Hizashi hadn’t really been sure. 

“Thank you, Heartfilia-san,” Hizashi sighed, accepting the files and trying not to flinch at how heavy they felt. No one had ever warned him as a kid just how much paperwork was involved with being a pro hero -- especially a public pro hero who had to worry about things like property damage. Pushing his sigh back, Hizashi looked to the other lawyer. “Nozu-san? How’s everything regarding the last raid we did?”

The apologetic look on the man’s face had Hizashi closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He felt his head pound in tune with his urges to just drop everything and scream. Nozu seemed to realize he was close to losing it, because he was quick to add, “It could certainly be worse, Present Mic, sir.” 

“Let me guess, it could always be better?” The thick file Hizashi was handed made him bitterly regret his decision to not just remain as a sidekick for the rest of his days. Even if his life had been hell as a sidekick and he would have long since been dead, he wouldn’t have so much paperwork. “What’s the deadline for getting this in?”

“Well, that’s where the good news comes in,” Nozu perked up, looking delighted to have some good news to share. Hizashi couldn’t blame him. “In a typical case like this we would need to have everything submitted in two days in order for all criminals to be properly and legally charged and contained-”

“Two days?!” Hizashi was having a heart attack. He was going to die. He was just going to drop dead and let his skull split open from his migraine and allow his anxiety to eat him alive. It would be better than two days-

“In a typical case! This isn’t typical! We have more time!” While Nozu explained in a panic, Heartfilia gave a soft snort of laughter, looking as tired as Hizashi felt. The man had no doubt been pulling double and triple shifts.

“Next time?” Heartfilia spoke up, “Lead with that.” Hizashi couldn’t help but agree because, wow, yeah… He hadn’t thought his day could have gotten worse, and yet. “At least it’s not two days considering how much of a shitshow that case was. How much time?”

“One week from today,” Nozu sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Sorry, sir, for the scare. Thankfully one of the criminals that were caught slipped up enough that he’s being suspected as being part of a string of other crimes and robberies. We’ve been given extra time to complete things on our end while the court looks into it.”

Alright. Hizashi could handle dealing with a case like this in a week, at least. Closing his eyes and wincing at the pounding in his head, Hizashi swallowed and forced himself to keep it together as he nodded at the two, “Alright. I’ll get this all filled out and drop it back off with Crow-san. Anything else?”

Nozu shook his head rapidly, still young and new enough to be just the tiniest bit starstruck. Heartfilia, who had been stuck dealing with him for years, shook his head, “Just get some rest before you drive yourself into the ground. Again.” 

“Ha, ha,” Hizashi responded dryly. “You’re hilarious, truly. I can see the career in comedy already.” Hizashi pressed a button to call the elevator, looking over his shoulder as he waited for it to arrive. “Anything else?” 

“Yeah,” Heartfilia smirked, crossing his arms with too smug of an expression. “Ito-san is looking for you.” Fuck. The ding of the elevator was the only thing that stopped him from actually letting slip a few curses.

“I hate you,” Hizashi called as he pressed the floor for media relations, shutting his eyes and swallowing around the heavy, clogged feeling in his throat. The only thing keeping him even relatively sane was the fact he could and was still talking. Then again, if his migraine got much worse his quirk would start slipping, and if that happened then he could hurt people, and if his quirk was out of control then he was dangerous-

“Oh, hello, Yamada-san.” Startling at his name and trying not to show it, and realizing the elevator had stopped and opened its doors for him, Hizashi looked down at one of Ito’s interns. “Ito-san is waiting for you in her office.” 

Mumbling a quick thanks, Hizashi headed towards Ito’s office, wincing at some of the sympathetic looks he was being given. That never meant good things and today, of all days, Hizashi wasn’t sure if he could handle whatever news Ito had for him. As his media and public relations manager, she was in charge of making sure he had a good image when it came to the general public. It didn’t always go well.

Clutching the files he had been forced to take, Hizashi half-wondered if he could use them as an impromptu shield or weapon as he cleared his throat, knocked, and cracked open the door, “Good afternoon, Ito-san, Japan’s finest and best-”

“Save it.” The barked order had Hizashi snapping his mouth shut at once, and, yeah. It was definitely that sort of day. “Sit your ass down and explain to me why I have three media outlets trying to get comments on the fact that you got into a fist fight at a bar of all places.” Ah… Ah, right. Hizashi had almost forgotten about that. 

Hovering by the door and debating escape for a moment, Hizashi finally slipped in and took a seat as far away from Ito as he could get. It didn’t feel like it helped him very much, Ito taking a seat behind her own desk and simply staring at him. It was her favorite intimidating tactic and, unfortunately for Hizashi, it often worked.

Finally, after eons had passed, Ito braced her elbows on the desk and laced her fingers together, pushing out a long sigh that made guilt claw at his chest. Hizashi wasn’t exactly sure what he was guilty for, but the guilt was there all the same.

“Alright, Yamada.” Ito’s eyes, which had fluttered shut for a moment, snapped open and gave him a look that was as cold as ice. “Explain to me why I shouldn’t let you deal with this mess on your own.”

Blanching, Hizashi tried not to fully flinch away, instead roughly clearing his throat, and, alright. He was good with words. He was a language teacher, after all. “Well… If you think about it, I was off-duty at the time-”

“You were still wearing your full uniform and all of your support equipment,” Ito interrupted, eyes radiating her hatred and ire perfectly. “I have over a dozen unique photos from social media accounts of you, Present Mic, in a fist fight with a member of the public at a bar. It’s already spread rapidly across the top three social media sites and is gaining traction on another two sites as we speak.”

Ito paused, taking in a breath. The pause, Hizashi figured, was more terrifying than her anger. “Now, I want an explanation -- and not your media explanation for which I will give you something that you will repeat word-for-word. No. I want your honest explanation as to what stupidity went through your head when you thought you could just-”

“He was drugging a girl’s drink.” Hizashi braced for something to be thrown at him, waiting nervously before Ito, silent, gave a nod for him to continue. “I had just finished up my patrol and I stopped by that bar to talk to the owner about some of my contacts and some people I had on watch. I noticed that the bastard I punched had been flirting with someone who was pretty unreceptive and, when she wasn’t looking, he slipped a powder into her drink that dissolved immediately.

“The girl was about to drink from her cup as an excuse to not talk to him, so I snatched it from her and then confronted the asshole about the little addition to the cup. It, uh… It didn’t remain much of a civil conversation for long.” Hizashi, still seeing the displeasure, hopefully added, “I didn’t throw the first punch?”

There was a long, long moment of silence, Ito narrowing her eyes at him before giving a single nod that had Hizashi almost collapsing in relief. “I’ll deal with it, in that case. Can the owner or bartender confirm your story and the events?”

“Of course! I should have both their numbers. They offered ‘em up when they realized what went down and are willing to act as witnesses.” Hizashi knew he was in the clear when Ito looked pleased, some of the manic tension bleeding out of her. She really deserved a vacation soon. “So… public image?”

Ito looked down at her scattering of papers and forms, shoving a few to the floor before pulling some out of her drawer. It was an effort to not laugh. “Not the best, but not the worst, either. With that bar fight, now that I know the truth, I can spin it to get you some positive attention for a week or two, at least.”

Hizashi watched as Ito scattered around a few more papers before pulling another out of a pile, “The Mitsuya Mall, as I don’t need to tell you, was an utter disaster.” Yeah, it had… definitely not ended well when it came to property damage. “Thankfully no one was hurt, so that makes the outcome more positive on the overall. Your show’s doing well, so that’s helping-”

“And what are the more official sources saying?” Because Ito could go on all day if he let her and Hizashi knew that public opinion could mean more than just the average citizen’s opinion. “Bad or bad?”

Ito’s lips twisted up into a wry smile as she chuckled, “Just bad, for now. I think the new drivel is claiming you’re a laidback playboy who’s focused more on his radio show and his ratings rather than the safety of Japan.” 

“Playboy? Playboy? Really?” Hizashi made a face, shaking his head. He had been with Shouta since they were teenagers, after all, and the only other person he had ever felt the urge to really be with was Toshinori. “Jeez, alright. At least it’s just about the radio show. That always passes.” 

“It does if you keep getting good ratings,” Ito snorted, fixing a stack of papers, and then looking at her desk. “That seems to be the worst of it for now. Did Heartfilia-san get you those files yet?”

“Saw him just before you,” Hizashi said, holding up his files. He couldn’t blame Ito for not appearing very sympathetic considering her own workload. “How’s opinion looking like on the case?”

“Varied.” Well. It could be worse. “The public still seems to be under the impression we’re competent, at the very least, and I’m happy to keep it that way.” Ito looked at her desk one last time before nodding and waving her hand at him, “Alright, you can go. I’ll fix the latest mess you dropped in my lap and then I don’t want any disasters from you for at least two weeks. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Hizashi nodded, standing up and walking towards the door. He paused for a moment, hand hovering over the doorknob. “Actually… what’s the current opinion on my image in regards to my… my quirk.” 

Hizashi didn’t turn around to see whatever look Ito was giving him, instead just waiting in the growing silence as he felt phantom pressure around his throat, pressing in tightly while phantom straps dug into his jaw and silenced him- 

“You’re a good man and hero with a powerful quirk that has only ever been used to protect the public.” Ito’s voice was soft, yet firm. She had known him long enough to no doubt know what was on his mind. “The worst I have for you right now is that you’re too loud, but, honestly, that’s more about your wardrobe than your voice.” 

The unexpected dig had Hizashi giving a snort of laughter, quiet as he left the office and pushed out a soft sigh, eyes closing. His head was still pounding, and he still felt those phantom touches brushing against him, but it was enough to know that no one feared him or his quirk. Ito had never sugarcoated things for him, after all. It wasn’t much to know that he was at least decent in regards to the public, but… it helped a little.

“Um, Present Mic-san, sir?” Prying his eyes open, Hizashi blinked down a trio of new third-year interns. Two of them looked ready to burst into tears and the third looked as if she was ready to get into a fight for her life. “We’re, uh- Well, we’re new here, of course we’re new here, not that I expect you to know that, but, um-”

“Ignore her, she’s freaking out,” the one who didn’t look ready to cry said, stepping forward. “Our supervisor told us to go down to help support for the day but didn’t bother to tell us what floor or elevator to take. Think you could point us in the right direction?”

Ah, third years… They were either one moment from breaking down completely or they no longer cared if they lived or died. Hizashi not only remembered that time well, but even now he could relate. 

“Better than that, I can take you down there myself!” He made a mental note to later put in a work order request to submit for his next speaker, now that he was reminded. The last thing he needed was for them to fiddle with the specs again. “Come along, herolets!” 

“We’re, um- We’re not, uh, hero students, sir. We’re- We’re support students,” one girl nervously corrected, looking panicked as one of her friends pulled her along towards the elevator after Hizashi. 

“Really? If you ask me, those in support are just as much heroes as the rest of us.” Hizashi pushed the button for the right floor, looking at the third years seriously, sunglasses slipping down for a moment. “Listen. There will be plenty of people in your line of work who will doubt what it is you can do. They’ll think that just because you’re not out there on the front lines you’re doing less.”

“Isn’t that what we are doing?” The calm one, who looked put together and like she knew how the world worked far too well, stepped forward. “It’s nice of you to give us a pep talk, sir, but we aren’t heroes. We don’t have powerful, flashy quirks. We just know how to put things together without them falling apart.” 

Hizashi stared for a moment, tilting his head before giving a huff of a laugh. Shouta, he was surer, would have loved this kid, “What’s your name, listener?” 

“Ishii Chisuzu, sir.” Yeah. Hizashi would definitely have to remember that name for the future. He had a good feeling about it.

“Well, Ishii Chisuzu, I’m about to give you the best piece of advice you’ll ever get. Ready for it?” Waiting for the girl to nod, Hizashi gave her a sharp grin. “What you can do is not less. Got it?”

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, the other two girls looking at him with wide eyes while Ishii gave the smallest hint of a smile, “Got it.” 

“Good! Now, off you scurry. If anyone gets after you for being late or something just send ‘em to me,” Hizashi winked, watching as the girls scattered for another direction. Hizashi stared after them for a moment, quietly hitting the button for the floor his office was on, leaning back against the elevator and pushing out a slow breath as he swallowed around his dry throat. 

As much as he loved his agency, it was such a public place. That was fine, typically, considering that he loved being a part of all the action and crazy problems that were always happening. It was just that on some days, when the past pressed against him far too closely, Hizashi really wished he didn’t work in a place that constantly reminded him of his quirk and what it was he could do.

He was fine in the school where he was focused on teaching English and had so many fond memories and had Shouta nearby in case his quirk was to ever slip from his control. When he was away from all of that, however, from the feeling of safety and protection, that was when he could feel the straps tightening around his jaw, and the hands against his throat, and the whispered words of how he would never be a hero with such an awful villain’s quirk and why couldn’t he just be silent-

Rushing out of the elevator as soon as it hit his floor, Hizashi slipped into his office, tossed his files of paperwork onto his desk, and collapsed onto the nap lounge he had dragged in forever ago. He kept the lights off, letting the dark room soothe his aching eyes and pounding head as he tried to steady his breathing. 

He should have just gone home early and stayed with Shouta and Toshinori, but he had work to do. Some stupid childhood trauma that had happened decades ago was not going to stop him from being the hero he had become. It didn’t matter that his skull felt like it was cracking open, or that his throat could barely make any noise without trying to close, or that he couldn’t stop feeling that damn muzzle- 

It didn’t matter. The media could make fun of him all they wanted to, but Present Mic still had work to do. His public image was meant to be friendly and a bit silly, ready to help but also just as ready to make jokes and have some fun. It wasn’t an accident it was that way. He had known from the beginning how the world would see him, but that was good. It left him the room and freedom he needed to do what had to get done. 

That included doing the work he needed to, even on his bad days; no matter how tempted he was to take a page out of Shouta’s book and just fall asleep where he was lying down. It wouldn’t be for long. A half hour, maybe an hour, possibly until the world ended -- just long enough for him to stop feeling so tired and strung out. 

The one thing that kept him from following through was his buzzing phone, Hizashi swearing as he dug it out and pulled it up in front of his face before scrambling to lower the brightness in the dark room. It took a few moments before he noticed the sender was Nemuri, Hizashi already regretting his entire life as he opened the attached images. 

He had been prepared for anything and everything, but not for the half a dozen images of young Present Mic fans who couldn’t be older than six or seven. It was the cute pictures that Nemuri had promised to show him at lunch before getting distracted, Nemuri sending a simple text that read, ‘One of them told me to tell you thank you for having a voice quirk and still becoming a hero.’ 

It was a simple message, and cute, silly pictures, but Hizashi felt like he could burst into tears as he looked through them slowly one-by-one. Once he closed out of the last one, he saw a few missed texts, all of them from friends or other co-workers who were checking in on him. Tensei, who had no doubt been told of his rough day by Tenya, had sent near fifteen messages in the last ten minutes alone, along with a selfie of him doing a wheelie with his wheelchair.

Overall his messages were filled with support or just a kind word or two, Hizashi finally, slowly, after an eternity, pushing himself up and heading towards his desk. 

He may not have been some incredible hero like Toshinori or even a deadly, fearless hero like Shouta, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a hero. Present Mic had work to do it and Hizashi would see it through until the end. 

The idea of crawling into a corner and sleeping until the end of the world was still tempting, though.