#i still have 4 days left I’m gonna go crazy I swear

[yoohyeon]

I was able to not cry until now 🙃

[shroomiethefrogwhisperer]

Humans Are Crazy

Aliens have such different gender and biology from humans that none of them menstruate. So imagine this.

Alien: Human Steve, why did I find blood on the lavatory floor?

Steve: Oh, that's just Karen.

Alien: What??

Steve: Human females bleed from their reproductive organs once every month for five to seven days.

Alien: wHAT?!

Steve, calmly: Yeah, they can lose enough blood in a lifetime to kill ten grown men.

Alien: WHaT ?!?!

Karen, walking in: Steve, I need A FUCKING break. And chocolate. And a heating pad. I'll be in my sleeping quarters. Also, I threw up.

Steve: Okay, take the day off, I'll bring you your stuff in a bit.

Alien: *jots down in notebook* Human females are indestructible and fearsome. Regard them with respect.

EDIT: I swear, if this is the thing that makes me Tumblr famous, I’m gonna blow a braincell. And I don’t have many of those left, so…

Edit 2: Guys. Guys. What?! My grumpy menstrual rant is in no way worthy of being tumblr famous. *is mildly to severely confused/thankful/bumfuddled*

Edit 3: Why is this still getting notes wtf

Edit 4: STOP REBLOGING THISSSSSS

edit 5: if you like this, go look at these:

This is now a masterlist.

[divinitysotherside]

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I NEED YOU , CRAZY GIRL !

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ . your favorite streamer didn’t expect you to break into his house at all, but he likes you !?

warnings . stalker!reader , stalking , breaking in , swearing , freaky suguru fangirls , part 1

.・。.・゜✭ — PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3

it was a normal saturday night. suguru just had to finish up a stream, and he’s all good to go.

money is a difficult thing to get a grasp on these days, but suguru has just found out about streaming, and he makes a lot from it.

especially because he looks good. he knows that freaks on the internet love to see quite the looker and pay a bunch of money just to watch them do somthing.

he specifically didn’t want an onlyfans, though. that was weird. what if he went viral and one of his friends, like satoru, recognize him?

he didn’t want to risk ruining his reputation, so he went for gaming instead.

however, gaming can also cause you to go viral if you have an attractive face, and that’s exactly what happened to suguru.

his name and face blew up on the internet. he was everywhere on twitter, youtube, tiktok, you name it.

he gained thousands of new subscribers overnight, and his career was definitely getting better.

however, everything has a disadvantage. this meant that he would be recognized left and right, maybe even to the point that he can’t leave his house anymore.

he has fangirls, yes. a lot of them, specifically.

he doesn’t pay them any attention, they can do what they want. as long as it doesn’t bother him too much.

satoru would come over to his house to read some comments by his freaky fangirls. it seems that satoru has grown amused to this whole streaming thing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

in a stormy night, satoru was at his bestfriend’s place.

“‘suguru geto i will strike at midnight, and i will knock at your door in increasing numbers’, goddamn, suguru. your fans are somethin’ else!” satoru laughed, elbowing his bestfriend playfully.

“i know, they’re obsessed.” suguru scoffs, typing on his computer.

“don’t you want that? millions of people obsessing over you?” satoru asked, seemingly daydreaming of what it would feel like.

“it’s way worse than that.” suguru sighs, gaze drifting to the clock.

“hey, it’s getting late. are you not gonna go yet? your adopted son might look for you.” he mutters, eyes fixated on the clock. ‘11:57’, it read.

“pfft, that brat never learns. but i still love him, so yeah, i’m gonna go.” getting up, satoru waves at suguru before slamming the front door shut, leaving the raven–haired fella alone again.

shutting down his computer, suguru went downstairs to get a drink. right as he was going to get a drink, darkness enveloped the room.

the power went out, goddamn rain.

suguru sighs, quickly walking over upstairs to his bedside cabinet where he kept his flashlight. “i guess i’ll wait for the power to get back on.” he sighs.

knock!, he heard.

it was not that loud, but also not silent enough for suguru not to hear. he looks out of his bedroom window to check on his front door, there seeing a silhouette of a person.

is this satoru playing a prank on him?

“that bastard,” suguru huffs, ignoring the man on his door.

knock! knock!, this time, two times.

“fucking hell..” he groans, sitting on his bed, waiting for satoru to go away.

knock! knock! knock!, knock! knock! knock! knock!, knock! knock! knock! knock! knock!

“3.. 4.. 5?” suguru counts. when they knock, they pause when they hit a certain number.

knock! knock! knock! knock! knock! knock!

it was getting annoying. who is this? satoru would’ve been too busy to make a prank last as long as this.

he looks out at his bedroom window again, finding the person gone.

finally. he called it, it was satoru.

wait a goddamn minute.

“‘suguru geto i will strike at midnight, and i will knock at your door in increasing numbers’, goddamn, suguru. your fans are somethin’ else!”

what satoru said. was it that fan? or is it just satoru actually playing a prank on him?

clank!

the sound of glass shattering can be heard from downstairs. now suguru knows that this is not satoru.

somebody is in his house.

running over to the staircase, he sees a figure, perfectly illuminated by the moonlight. “shit,” he curses, rushing over to his room, locking the door.

“who the fuck..?” he mutters, grabbing his phone to call 911. his fingers shake as he enters in the three numbers, putting his phone on his ear.

“911, what’s your em—” the caller was cut off as his phone’s battery dies. “fuck, how!?” he grits his teeth, trying to find anything to call the cops with.

maybe he could escape out the window? no, that’d be too risky. but, he’s already going to die for fuck’s sake!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

he hears banging on his bedroom door. fuck, he’s so dead. he opens a window, getting ready to jump.

as his feet lifted off of the ground to jump, something pulled him. he falls to the floor, groaning in pain.

he looks up, seeing the intruder. they wore a hoodie that covers their face up. “y–you!” he grunts, attempting to stand up.

the intruder just places their feet on his chest, making him fall back to the floor.

“suguruu..?” a woman calls his name...wait, a woman?

“who the fuck are you..?” he asks, groaning.

“well..” she laughs, slowly taking off her hoodie as she leans down.

taking off her hoodie, she reveals herself to him. “suguru, good evening..” you purr, smiling down at him.

[captain039]

PART 4 last part

Welcome to Eden

Old man Logan x reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap, mutant reader,

angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, Logan lives, mean Logan, mentions of suicide

Previous part <-

It’s a few days before he wakes up. You’ve been mainly on the chair waiting for him to wake up. Going to toilet and food breaks. You’ve held his hand during the whole time taking the poison but by bit, it makes you sick, you’ve thrown up more than once and the doctors make you comfortable. You notice he looks heavier though, his face looks less pale and his wrinkles have lessened slightly, his hair looks healthier too. When he does wake up, you’re gripping his hand and standing by him while Laura stand by you. He grips your hand momentarily a frown on his face before his eyes open. He gasps loudly and you hush him gently as his eyes look to you. His eyes look brighter, not so dull and lifeless as they did before, he looks to Laura at your side too.

“What happened?” He asks sitting up. The bed moves with him and he frowns at it but sits back.

“You were outside four nights ago you fell to the ground, passed out” you explain and he nods running a hand down his face hand still holding yours.

“Sorry kid” he says to Laura who just nods and sits back in your chair. The old alpha raises his eyebrows at her but looks back to you.

“You look like shit” he says and you laugh at it shaking your head.

“Thanks” you scoff lightly smile still on your face.

“She didn’t leave your side” Laura says and you silently curse the little wolverine. The older wolverine frowns at you.

“I left to eat and go to the bathroom” you explain.

“You slept in that chair?” He asks gesturing the chair Laura was sitting on.

“It was comfortable” you shrug it was a fancy chair, it reclined back, had its own IV holders even though none were attached.

“Kinda looks it” Logan mutters.

“How do you feel?” You ask instead as he lets go of your hand as a few nurses walk on.

“Better” he nods looking to the nurses. Ones a beta and ones an omega, you’ve seen them before, Grace and Beth you’re pretty sure.

“How we feeling Mr Logan?” Beth asks a smile on her face. You frown at the omega woman though, she’s older than you late thirty’s, a nice body and kind smile, though the smile she’s giving right now sends your omega off like a dog barking. The old alpha notices he looks to you but you don’t acknowledge it as you stare at the nurse.

“I’m fine thank you, give me a minute with my omega” he says the words ‘my omega’ making your brain stop. The nurses leave with smiles and guide Laura out.

“You gonna bite her head off?” Logan chuckled and you feel yourself go red and look to the ground.

“Sorry” is all you managed hands clasped tightly in front of you. The suppressants you were given had warn off, his scent got stronger and suddenly the two omegas that were nurses that checked on him seemed like a threat. It bothered you seeing as they were only helping. You hear Logan chuckle though the sound making you frown and look to him as he holds his hand out for you. You take it lying your hand in his as he brings it to his face. He twists your arm gently his nose crazing your wrist as he scents you. The gesture drives you crazy, makes you gulp softly.

“Charles told me something about a connection between an alpha and omega, one stronger than most, a primal need to be by the other deeply lodged into their subconscious” he says moving your arm so its rests in his and you frown a bit.

“It’s heightened with the mutant gene too” he adds and you nod a bit wondering who Charles was.

“That’s what you’re feeling” he says his eyes darkening slightly his scent spiking, it makes your knees weak.

“When you first caught my scent in the car” he says.

“When I first caught scent of you in the car” he says voice husky.

“When you got shot, I went into some form of feral state, I couldn’t do anything since that damn serum ran off, but I would’ve liked to slice his head off, good thing the little one did it for me” he adds.

“When you passed out and the doctors took you I was still in that feral state, one thing on my mind was to get you to safety away from them even if they were helping you” he lets out a small growl and you clench his hand.

“When I met you in that garden and coughed I saw it in you too, the hazed over state” he says and you remember that all too well. When he snapped you out of it.

“You snapped me out of it though” you mumble.

“Because I was scared” he mutters and you frown eyes going to his.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“My life isn’t heroic shit like the comics, it’s dark and full of death, I didn’t want you in that, didn’t want you near me I was going to get the kid to safety and shoot my self” you flinch at his words holding his hand tighter.

“That’s why I didn’t go with you, but I heard the cars and something snapped in my brain and my only thought was you” he says quietly eyes keeping your gaze.

“You’re mine omega” he says his eyes narrowing and your heart pounds in your chest. He tugs you to him and you go easily sitting down on the edge of the bed. He growls softly tugging you into his lap his strength surprising you. You sit a little awkwardly, sitting on him sideways like a kid, one hand around your waist the other over your legs holding your thigh.

“Look at me” he says and you do your arms on his shoulders.

“You’re mine” he repeats the words making you shudder and nod.

“I’m yours” you mutter as he leans up slightly. You see the uncertainty in his eyes various thoughts flicker so you press your lips to his a small rumble leaving his chest as his hand grips your thigh.

“And I’m yours” he mutters softly.

[rainfallnightmare]

Chapter 4

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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon

Angst

Warning: swearing

Word counts: 1306

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3 weeks later

July 3rd

Moon POV:

It’s the day before the 4th of July. The guys and I were getting ready for tomorrow since the holidays were our most busy days. The place was decorated thanks to Y/n in suggesting what would look nice for the bar even tho it was just for one day. Speaking of Y/n, when they brought Sun and Lunar back after they ordered our flowers and Y/n left. Sun and Lunar told all of us when the place was closed that Y/n was being treated poorly and threatened.

“Telling by the look on your face, you're still thinking of what Sun and Lunar told us about Rose's condition” Bloodmoon spoke and being the one who has a very short temper didn’t help my case. “What do you think, it’s pretty obvious that anyone could get mean at the thought of a people getting treated poorly over something stupid” My bitter tone spoke as Bloodmoon nodded his head while he was done wiping down the table closest to me. “I don’t like it either but we can’t meddle in as much as I would love to show the people who are treating rose poorly a lesson or two” Bloodmoon walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“What are you two talking about now?”

Eclipse, who came out of the kitchen walked over to where Bloodmoon and I were. “It’s nothing about you Eclipse” Eclipse glared as he wasn’t pleased with my answer but then Lunar spoke up from afar. “Moon is frustrated about Y/n condition from three weeks ago” Oh how I want to struggle him for speaking out for me.

“I don’t blame Moon for how he feels, I would be too when sunflower is innocent and trying to go on with their lives” Sun spoke and Eclipse sighed since he now understood everything. When Eclipse was about to say something. All of us froze when we heard a loud shatter which sounded like it came from next door. Even the customers froze in surprise when the five of us quickly went outside to see what had happened. All of us were surprised when Y/n window to their shop was shattered while a loud argument was going on inside.

Eclipse POV:

“I demand the money right now or I’ll break something else of yours!” Hearing a woman yell in anger. I quickly peeked in to see a woman in her mid 40’s with some slightly fancy clothes slamming her hands on Y/n counter. “One of you four call the police now, this looks like it’s gonna get ugly” I tell the guys behind me and Sun went to quickly phone the police as I was keeping an eye on Y/n and this crazy woman.

“For the last time, I am not gonna do it. This is my shop, my money and your demands aren’t going to get you anywhere” Y/n said angrily at the woman before I witnessed Y/n getting clawed in the face. I was about to step in to apprehend this woman as she grabbed one of Y/n flower pots. Y/n quickl;y pulled out I’m guessing pepper spray and sprayed the woman with it.

“My eyes!” The woman screamed as she clutched at her sprayed eyes. I quickly moved in with Moon as we headed over to Y/n. “You alright Y/n?!” Moon was busy apprehending the woman while I was checking on Y/n badly scratched face.  “I’m alright Eclipse, this is nothing really” Y/n said covering the wound while all of us heard sirens outside the shop. “Bitch/Bastard, How dare you call the police” The woman yelled as she tried to break free from Moon hold on her.

Y/n POV:

Seeing the police entering the shop and taking over Moon spot. Another police came over and started to question us on what was going on. I had to explain the harassment and the damage my mother did while telling them all the things she did til this day. “We’ll need you to come with us to file this report and so we can have your statement on record” The policeman asked and I told them I'll go down once I get my shop situated first.

“Do you want some help cleaning the shop up? '' Moon offered after the police took my mother away in the police car. I was already stressed enough that I didn’t want to argue and nodded my head. “I’ll send Bloodmoon over to help in a bit, just take it easy and get the wound of yours clean up” I nodded my head again as Moon and Eclipse left for a moment while I looked outside to see a crowd staring. I didn’t like the attention the scene caused as it was very uncomfortable to me. As I went over to turn my sign to close, I saw moon and BloodMoon walking over with a broom and dustpan along with a trash bag and a tarp for my window I’m guessing.

“Thank you guys, even tho this didn’t involve you” It was nice to have some people care even if they are animatronics  but I didn’t care about that. “It’s the least we can do to help out, now let's not stall before someone gets hurt” Bloodmoon said as we started to clean the place and the glass that was from my shop's window. Once the place got clean up and everything was put away, Moon was attending to my wound while Bloodmoon was getting the tarp up and covering the broken window.

“You sure you're going to be alright orchid, you've been quiet for a little bit” Moon asked when he placed the bandage over my treated wound. I only just cast my eyes down as I was disappointed in myself. I felt pathetic for not dealing with my mother sooner.

“I just need time to myself is all” 

I gave Moon my fake smile to hopefully have him think I was alright so he didn’t have to worry about me. Moon placed a hand on my head and lightly patted it before he went over to Bloodmoon and helped him out with the tarp. When they were done, they left after checking on me one last time as I looked at the time.

I packed everything up for the day as I headed down to the police station to file a report. It took about half an hour and it felt longer because I could hear my mother in the background begging to be released and so on. “Alright miss/mr L/n, you're free to go and if anything else happens then do call alright” The policeman said as I only nodded my head.

Leaving the station and heading back to my place. I just went straight into my apartment and wasn’t gonna bother the rest of the day. I was so tired and stressed that I just wanted to either relax in a hot bath or crawl into my warm bed. “This is the most shitty day I have ever dealt with” I mumble to myself even tho I was alone in my apartment. I wish I had someone who would comfort me at my time of need

I didn’t want to go over to the celestial bar to bother the guys there since they have enough people to deal with. I went to my room and changed before I layed on my bed and started at the ceiling. In my bedroom all alone, my vision started to blur as I bit my lip since I was trying to contain my sobbing. But I couldn’t contain my tears as they just poured down my face.

“I hate my life”

[k4shixe]

Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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Hey Tumbler!!!! This is my first actual post lol, and I wanted to make it me info dumping :3. This is all stuff I wrote about one of my OCs and I hope yall love her as much as I do

(PS there is some swearing so, yeah :D)

Her name is Penny (short for Penelope (NOT IT IS NOT A EPIC REFERENCE)) She/Her and she is a “Straight Christian girl” who just so *happens* to have a “special interest” in the HOTTEST girl in school. She lived her life normally, going to school, getting *average* grades, she when to church on Sunday, the whole chick and kabotal :3. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, she’s in band (cause of course, what do you take me for? A MONSTER?) and she plays flute :D. She had both of her parents together still, a younger brother named David, and a dog named Goober. You could say she basically had a perfect life, to her it was that at least. She had lots of friends, right? I mean, she was basically one of the most popular girls in school. Well, everyone did know penny, and she was the most popular girl in school for YEAR, until one new girl transferred to their high school. Piper was her name, and DAMN did she gain traction fast. She was initially accepted onto the cheerleading team (that didn’t matter to penny as she was in the marching band ✊) and all of the students started paying attention to HER instead of penny. And Penny was 👏M👏A👏D👏. Don’t get me wrong, she has always been in and out of popularity, but something about piper just, AH, but she did know what. After many months of just HATING Piper, she went to go talk to her priest about it. The priest, sounding a bit off from usual, gives her a drink the he says will “calm her down”. She, being told by her mother to always trust the priest, drink the gold-ish drink. Penny feels, find ig? She still DEFINITELY hates Piper, but like, it’s not like a hate hate anymore? She doesn't know how to describe it fully. Anyways she goes home, just, feeling normal per usual. She has dinner with her family, she showers, brushes her teeth, does her whole routine. Something was a little off tho when she started brushes her teeth thought. She had a, tail? No that couldn’t be, she look behind her and it wasn't there. She look back in the mirror and IT WAS THERE AGAIN. “WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON” she said to herself. Just thinking she was so exhausted, she went to bed soundly. The next day she got up LATE in the day. Luckily it was the weekend, so she didn’t really mind. She looked at her alarm clock and it was…. 16:00!!!! JESUS, she normally wakes up at 11 at the latest in the weekends, BUT 4 PM?!?!?!?! She rushed to her bathroom, hoping she wasn't just going crazy, (and to absolutely NO ONES SURPRISE) she looked in the mirror, and her worst nightmare came true. She was a DEMON! She had two long red horns, two scaly wings the size of her arms, and still from yesterday, her tail. She SCREAMED, almost shattering the mirror. Her mother ran upstairs, “honey are you ok?” Said her mom, looking like she just say a ghost. “I’m hideous, oh my god I’m discussing” Penny repeated what felt like a million times. Penny's parents not knowing what the hell to do, take her to the church as that was the last place Penny went to before she went back home. They burst through the church doors, yelling for the priest to help them with there daughter who is sobbing her eyes off. The priest came running out. “Let me take her to the back, I can help her there. You will have to stay here” he states to them, still not fully sounding like himself. He probably just has a cold everyone has been thinking. The priest takes Penny to the back of the church. She stops fully crying, only having a few tears left in her eyes, only to see a SATANIC CIRCLE ON THE GROUND. What was the priest was now a full on demon, looking like he was about to sacrifice Penny! “WAIT, NO PLEASE STOP” she screaming at the demon. “Ooooooooo, so your a screamer huh? The boss is gonna like you” Penny is in absolute shock. The demon can talk? What dose he mean screamer? WHAT BOSS? SATIAN? “WAIT NO, ILL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE” she screams, what feels as if she is ripping her vocal cords apart. The demon freezes, and slowly turns his head towards Penny, with the worlds biggest smirk as if this wasn't his first time doing something like this

Thank all for reading if ya did. I probably won’t post often lol, but if I do it will probably be about more OCs :3

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Author’s notes at the end :) first fanfic!! Yippee!!

I’m Sorry for You

4.2k words

The title is a song lyric from “ILYIS pt 2” by Mel Bryant & the Mercy Makers

Things I’d put if I ever posted to ao3 !!

Tags:

Many POC and LGBTQ+ headcanons among other things, quirk shenanigans, angst but not too bad ig, POV switching, Bakugo Katsuki swears a lot, Class 2-A, Sero speaks Spanish (yell at me if it’s wrong I’ll probably have my friend translating), Bakugo Katsuki likes to learn languages to fuck with Deku, Bakugo Katsuki natural talent frfr, PTSD for all, post war arc except I stopped watching after s5 and know everything mostly by fandom and friends ranting at me but I’m reading the manga currently, everybody lives/nobody dies, except AFO, we’re getting creative with the Bakugo nicknames, Bakugo in therapy, dekusquad are the real menaces, hero internships, the new class 1-A maybe, smoking weed/weed mentions, panic attacks, dissociation, let Deku stop being an innocent baby, let Deku be a teenager, let Katsuki be a dork, I believe in class 2-A having lives and real trauma responses ☝️

Characters:

Class 2-A, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Eijiro Kirishima, Sero Hanta, Shouto Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Cammie, original OCs probably as background characters idk

Relationships:

Midoriya Izuku/Bakugo Katsuki, past Midoriya Izuku/Ochako Uraraka, background Mina Ashido/Cammie subplot, Ochako Uraraka/Himiko Toga subplot, minor Mirko/Shigaraki, minor Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto subplot, Platonic Ochako Uraraka/Katsuki Bakugo, minor Kyoka Jiro/Yaoyorozu Momo subplot

Blurb ig??

Katsuki Bakugo has cheated death nearly three times at this point. Sludge incident, Kamino incident, the goddamn war. He doesn’t gamble with his life or anything. Villains just seem to love him. If it were up to Katsuki, his life would never be played with.

That's gonna change real quick, though. You’d be crazy to think he’ll accept that after so much goddamn struggle in so little time, it’s Izuku’s ass that’s the only thing pumping his heart. Katsuki is cool with Izuku. He even trusts him. Still, if Katsuki can’t control anything, he needs to at least be able to control his own self.

Yeah, Katsuki’ll cheat death again. Fourth time’s the charm.

Chapter 1 ——————————————

4:48 AM, Friday / Katsuki Bakugo

The sun isn’t up yet, thank God. There’ll be no first year, dumbfuck extras to ogle me on my morning run. I can enjoy my quiet peace — even if the weather is getting a bit too cold for my liking.

Already, I’ve got a tracksuit on in seconds and I’m making record time. If I can get my hair down without problems, then I might be able to sneak some time at the gym. All that’s left is to fix my hair.

My drawer comes open with a roll. My hair clips are usually at the forefront. Usually. I put them at the front every night. I damn sure know where I put my shit.

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..

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Where the fuck are my clips?

8:21 AM / Izuku Midoriya

The days were long. The days were hard. And this day in particular was filled with— BOOM! There’s that same crackling noise everyone is all too familiar with by now. You’d think things would change after a year.

But no.

This is worse than usual.

Much, much worse.

Whoops and cheers arise, shouting “Go! Go! Catch ‘im!” A chopping hand makes its best attempt at distracting the instigating crowd, but only succeeds for half a second before the eyes are glued back onto the affair like a brand new fridge magnet.

“Encouraging violent behavior is not heroic cond— Bakugo-San!” Our beloved but prickly class president yelps as an almost impressively minute AP shot goes whizzing over his perfectly styled head. “No quirks in the classroom!”

“It ain’t a classroom until hygenically-challenged-Sensei gets here!” Kacchan sneers his usual sneer as he readies his hand to flick. “Until that infestation of a man wiggles his way in this room, this place is my battlefield. And just like the war— I ain’t losin’!”

“Badmouthing our sensei after he—“

“Take a joke, glasses,” Kaminari leans into the stickler’s side, purring. “Kacchan respects Aizawa-Sensei probably the most out of all of— FUCK!!”

“Language!”

Kacchan’s hand sizzles just the slightest bit from recoil from the shot that narrowly missed Kaminari’s ear. “That’s for making me sound all soft.”

“Kacchan, he was defending y—“

“You better pray there’s someone to defend your ass.” The blond swivels around with the quickness of a top-of-his-class war veteran, which he is, but no one would say to his face lest his head get somehow even bigger.

I gulp. This commotion has been going on all morning. Everyone knows Kacchan isn’t really going to hurt anyone but… he looks like he’s fighting urges.

Sero sits up ever so slowly. His eyes are bloodshot like he’s done a pretty amount of weed before classes, and he probably has. For God’s sake, it’s barely eight in the morning. UA is definitely a stressful place to be, but soon-to-be heroes shouldn’t be doing drugs.

Another small AP shot sounds, and I glow the slightest bit green to dodge it, landing star-shaped like a startled cat in the upper right corner of the back of the mangled classroom. The place looks like a tornado tore through it with the way the desks are all skewed. Some were moved so my classmates could watch the entertainment, chewing on snide comments and muffled giggles as toppings to Yaomomo’s popcorn. It’s like a tiny gladiator fight is going on, and the lion has eaten my sword.

A gladiator fight that Kacchan still won’t win. It’s only because he’s not able to go one hundred percent with this whack a mole stuff ‘cause he’ll mess up the room. However, fucking around is the only way he’ll ever find out how to land a hit on me.

“What did he even do?” Sero drawls, pointing his exasperation at a snarling Kacchan, palms popping with learned restraint. And oh, that restraint is going through a popping pop quiz of a test right now.

He has no clips in his hair. As of late, he had his hair clipped down over his eye like some 2000s emo, minus the scene extensions.

“I don’t have to tell a shitty extra jack shit,” he growls out, a menacing smile turning menacing scowl. It was an expected reaction, really. He always bristles when people get all in his business. And yet, class 2-A is nothing if not always in all his business, if you couldn’t tell by even the most outwardly innocent and responsible eyes being on the commotion as well.

Sero stalks closer with a yawn, a few paces behind him. He's not a step in front, still, out of habit I suppose. Kacchan has eased up a lot with the war. War seems to mature people, everyone here, really. But during his moments of irrational rage, his little aspects of tyranny bubble up like a bad reaction. The reaction he gives Sero, a fast side eye, seems like that sort of steaming an almost boiling pot of water will do before it erupts, leaking water into the ready and waiting flame beneath it.

“You don’t have to tell me ‘jack shit’, sure.” Sero shrugs, most likely unaware that his life is in jeopardy because of the weed in his system. An angry Kacchan is a prickly Kacchan. As much as Sero needs to diffuse the situation for his poor, poor beauty sleep before class, he also shouldn’t want to be put to rest for good. I personally want all my friends graduating without any tombstones for us to plant. “But,” Sero continues, drawling again just so Kacchan can at least focus his annoyance away from me and towards Sero, “we always figure out what dumbass—“

“Language,” Iida peeps out, a low volume I didn’t know his voice was capable of reaching.

“—what stupid thing you fight Midoriya for. Eventually, anyway. So just speed the process already.”

A slow hand turns to aim, palm up and popping, right at his temple.

“‘You tryna call me a dumbass?”

“Lang—“

From the corner of my eye, I catch a mesmerized Uraraka pat Iida for him to lean back. A calm, or at least calm looking Kacchan, is the worst Kacchan of them all.

Over the years there were grumpy Kacchan’s, raging Kacchan’s, stressed Kacchan’s, exhausted Kacchan’s, Kacchan’s in denial— when was he not?— and right now, a calm, almost crazed Kacchan. Of all the Kacchan’s our class seemed to learn how to wiggle our way into the graces of tolerance he had stowed beyond a seemingly less and less penetrable fortress as the days blended, calm Kacchan’s grace looked to lie in another plane of existence.

For, this is a Kacchan that smiled. Easy and small and uncanny. He may make many threats, but it’s been years since he’s looked so genuinely murderous.

“What I’m tryna do is keep you from getting detention for the third time this month. You’re on a weekly basis at this point.”

It’s almost a relief to see Kacchan stop smiling, but that threatening hand moves not one inch down.

“Who told you to care? Hah? Is your name glasses now? Or ponytail? Nah, you’re tape face. So stay in your lane and quit worryin’, jackass.” The two others in question bristle at their mention, but otherwise make no other reaction. Sero’s reaction, however, is to raise a brow.

“So they’re allowed to worry?”

“No, you— what!?— They’re not allowed to worry,” he grits out. “It’s what they do, and it’s what you don’t.”

This is when Mina pipes up, chief instigator of the onlookers. “Mido-Chan—“ she points frantically to the door— “is gone!”

Her impish grin almost grows past her cheeks at the same time that Kacchan’s explosions pop dangerously close to Sero’s face.

Luckily, that’s when Aizawa-Sensei literally rolls in and suddenly the desks are put together by the time he’s upright. Noticeably still in that horrendous banana yellow caterpillar sack, but upright nonetheless.

“Will someone tell me why Midoriya-San was full cowling down the hall?” He drones, already too done to even fathom the possible answers.

A hand shoots up, and it’s no surprise that it’s Iida’s.

“Bakugo-San and Midoriya were having a bit of a scuffle—“

“Again?” He interrupts, just annoyed at the common occurrence at this point.

“Yes, sensei.”

“That’s the third time this month.” Kacchan sucks his teeth at the remark. “Earphone Jack, Creati.” The bloodshot, dried eyes of the insomniac glance between the two in question. “You both work well together. Find the problem child before the bell rings. If you can do that, I’ll give an extra 5 credits to your participation grade for today. However, lost time won’t be made up. Rendezvous with your friends. Heroes don’t have time to ‘make up’ their missions.”

Yaomomo is the first to raise her hand, face scrunched in objection. “Sensei—“

“Unfortunately for whatever you have to say, heroes are not able to decline calls to action if they’re able, either. Imagine a mother’s child dying because you dawdled.”

Him and finding the oddest times to give some strangely amazing advice. He’s not wrong, but he’s definitely twisting the system so he doesn’t have to go searching himself. The man is on a prosthetic leg though.

It’s not until thirty minutes later the three of us return, heaving a stick, leaf, and splinter ladled me by my shoulders.

“S-sorry, sensei.” I bow my head, nervously smiling. By the quiver of my lip, any other person might’ve thought I was about to laugh. But this is class 2-A. They know I’m on the verge of tears with anxiety.

Aizawa-Sensei does nothing but pinch his nose bridge and groan. “Just sit.”

And this class begins, Bakugo sending the occasional calculated glance at Midoriya.

12:13 PM / Katsuki Bakugo

“Dude! You freaked! I mean— more than usual! Like— this was going crazy! It was entertaining as hell—“

“You almost got your ear exploded off,” Sero interrupts the honey haired boy with a small snicker.

“You did too! And well, yeah, that wasn’t entertaining.” He deflates at the memory but perks right up when he gets back to storytelling. Y’know, as if they were not literally there.

Kaminari blabbers on and on, throwing in the odd joke or two about how Izuku slipped away like the fucking Pink Panther with the way he tip toed. Like I was one of those red light laser systems, poised to go off at any moment if you only breathed in the wrong way.

Of course I fucking would. That asshole knows what he’s got comin’, going through my shit. He shouldn’t be so damn surprised I was ready to leave him in tatters. I would disintegrate him with my eyes if I could. The ones that were currently downcast and staring into nothing.

Kirishima leans forward a little from his side of the lunch table, across from me, to tap the space in my view. It’s one quick tap. He knows it’ll get my attention ‘cause I hate it when people do it. It’s as if they’re treating me like a dog, tapping in front of me. Makes me wanna bite their finger off and show them a real bitch. Still, the tap is light enough that the others continue to be too deep in gossip land to notice whatever we’re about to say.

“You good?”

My airhead expression falls right back into a scowl.

“I’m as good as someone with detention can be.” I’d punch his highlighter head if I didn’t like him so much. Tolerated him more than others, at least.

“How long’s it this time?”

“An hour after school. ‘Said I gotta watch Eri ‘cause he knows I hate it.”

“What else?”

I narrow my eyes, leaning closer to Kirishima. “What’s it to you?” The fucker doesn’t pry, thank God. Why’s he doing it now?

“I’m worried.” He shrugs as if it’s normal. “You keep getting in detention.”

My narrowed eyes go to slits by the time I'm finished blinking. “Yeah, well, it’s my business if I do. Not any of yours.”

He only folds his arms and leans back, scoffing. “It’s plenty my business, dear ol’ Kats—“

“Quit calling me that, Jaws,” I grit out. He knows I hate that dumbass nickname. For one—it’s way too cutesy for my liking. ‘Kats’. I don’t have fucking paws. I am not a cat. And if I were, I’d scratch your face and vomit on you before you can say “Kah”.

Nonetheless, he continues. “You’re my friend. I don’t surround myself with people who aren’t manly, and people who aren’t manly go to detention.”

“‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“People who aren’t manly are losers to you, stoplight. I ask again: ‘You callin’ me a loser?”

“The point is stop going to detention.” I roll my eyes. Okay, so he’s calling me a loser. Maybe going to detention isn’t very cool.

“And I don’t mean skipping, just in case you get ideas— even though I know you wouldn’t,” he says, for no reason, might I add. I wouldn’t skip classes unless there was a literal life threatening situation.

“Now, here’s your cookie.” He stuffs a spicy, sweet wafer in my mouth, watching with content as I shift from getting ready to blow his head off to being pacified by the combo of flavors.

Todoroki whisks by at that convenient moment, holding a book open. He looks so similar to Izuku, furiously taking notes once he sees even the slightest noteworthy thing. He’s even got his tongue stuck out to the side as Izuku usually does. Speaking of, what the hell noteworthy thing am I doing right now? “That cookie looks good.” And there goes my answer.

“The recipe’s homemade!” Kirishima chimes.

“Ooh, Kiri, can I have one?” Sero’s practically eating one with his eyes. “Just one nibble or something?”

Mina’s next in line to whine. “Yeah, c’mon, don’t hog!”

“Okay, okay!”

The mention of food has officially brought the other oafs into our conversation. He passes a cookie around to everyone, halting at Kaminari, who seriously cannot take spicy shit at all.

“Why can’t you ever make something normal?”

I lick the crumbs off my fingers, noticing Kirishima grin hard enough for his big cheeks to hurt. Yeah, the cookies are good. Whatever.

“Why can’t you grow some balls, dunceface?”

The others snicker, all except Todoroki.

“But doesn’t Kaminari already have—“

“Nevermind!” Mina pipes up before he can ruin a good joke.

I snag another wafer-cookie whatever the fuck and look up at Mr. Pill. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

“I’m taking notes on that cookie. You mentioned there was a recipe, Kirishima.”

He nods.

Todoroki blinks once. Twice. “Can I have it?”

“You bake!?” Sero bursts, lips pulled in a wide smile. He’s too enamored to realize he’d completely overshadowed Ei and the fact that he was supposed to answer.

“I didn’t know Todo-Chan baked!” Pinky’s hands smack on the table to prop herself up in all her excitement. “You and Sato-Chan should totally bake together sometime. It’d be a flavor party!”

“I thought you’d like bland stuff.” Kaminari is surprisingly less energy filled than the others, instead just curious.

“Baking’s super manly, man!” Kirishima shouts.

Todoroki just shrugs at all their enthusiasm.

“My friends like sweets, so I learned.”

“Well, this ain’t sweet.” I take a large chomp from another cookie. “‘S spishee,” I growl through the mush in my mouth.

“My friends like spice as well.”

That makes all of us raise our brows. Todoroki’s friends like spice? As in— Iida, who’s a stickler for just a chip as opposed to something with “nutritional value”? Midoriya who’s eyes water after “too much” ketchup? Uraraka who… to be honest, she can handle her spice, but can’t take a taki. She’s probably at “spicy” Doritos level.

Sero hooks an arm around Todoroki’s shoulders and grins, small and sly. “Ah, I get it. We’re your friends.” The oh’s on Mina and Kaminari’s face are almost immediate.

“I never said I was peppermint’s friend.” I grumble. The dumbasses continue with their cooing and I continue emptying Kirishima’s container.

“You wanna make cookies for us, Todo?” Mina purrs, cozying up to the boy’s other side. Her eyes bat all coaxing-like.

“No,” he glances down at her, and it takes her a second to realize he’s not being smart with her. Just being as socially inept as he usually is. “You guys are my friends, but they’re not for you.”

“Oh.” Sero and Mina glance between each other, but Kirishima’s the first to ask the big question.

“Who’re you makin’ ‘em for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell?” Dunceface and Elbows ask in unison.

“I can’t tell.”

“Sometimes I just wanna mangle your stupid, inexpressive mug— the shitheads wanna know why, you dumbass,” I grumble.

The dumbass in question blinks, and nods. “I can’t tell.” We all collectively groan. “I can’t.” And the boy shrugs.

“You can’t tell us why you want a spicy cookie recipe and you can’t tell us why you can’t tell us you…” Kaminari freezes, brows pinched. “What was I saying again, Kiri? I-I was definitely saying something— I know it made sense.”

“Mhm.” The redhead snickers at his best friend—but I’m really the best friend ‘cause I’m the best in everything—and replies in kind. “He can’t tell us why he wants the cookie recipe, or why he can’t tell us why he can’t tell us he needs the recipe.”

Kaminari’s eyes are wide as he hugs his own sides, so Sero offers him a pat on the back as consolation. I guess I'd pat him too, if I only I hadn’t turned my hearing aids down. Yeah, hearing aids. Setting off explosions only a few feet from your ears since the age of four does that to you.

“You’re correct, Kirishima. Now, the recipe? Please.”

He nods with the widest smile. “I can text it to you before the day ends. Probably before training with All Might.”

“Anytime before Saturday is a good time.”

Saturday? I perk up. I’m allowed to be fucking nosy. “What’s happenin’ Saturday?”

“Uh…” Uh? Since when was Todoroki capable of saying uh? “I wanna buy the products as soon as possible. For my friend.”

I freeze, eyes narrowing at my Tupperware. It was then that we’d all had the same thought, but Mina was the first to voice it. “Frien—“ Sero’s tape shoots to cover her mouth at a practiced speed. “Mm!! Mm, hm!?” She squeals, and he shakes his head with an eerily serious grimace.

“If you’ll text me the recipe, then I don’t have a reason to be here anymore.” Todoroki bows at a right angle. “Please excuse my interr—“ is that a blush on his goddamn ears?

Kirishima’s the one who covers Kaminari’s mouth when he almost makes the mistake of commenting on it.

Half n’ half stalks away, cradling that book of secrets. Just when he’s out of earshot— “America has a problem.” I lean in, narrowing my eyes at each of my tolerable twits.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari are sat back down and huddled in, already ready to conspire.

“No shit he does. Look at the way he walked off. Like that book was treasure!” Sero whisper-shouts, throwing his hands around.

“I didn’t even know Todo-Chan was capable of blushing!”

Kirishima shushes Mina for being a bit too loud, then ducks right back into our little circle. “Bakugo and Sero are right though. He was totally suspicious. I mean, yeah, we’re all Uber closer now after the…”

“You know,” Kaminari murmurs.

“Yeah, that.” Kirishima takes a shuddering breath at the memories. Bloody and grave. “Anywho, yeah, we’re close. But no one just walks up with a notebook for a reason as small as spicy cookies. I didn’t even tell anybody I made them.” He folds his arms and scoffs. “It’s like the guy knew or something. He couldn’t have had a notebook ready that damn fast.”

“He couldn’t have. But a freckled fuck I know keeps at least one paper and pen on deck at all times.” I pointedly glance behind myself, and their eyes follow that glance. The… “dekusquad”—God, do I hate that that’s what we’re calling them now—don’t look suspicious though. “Shitty de—zuku is in on it,” I interrupt myself midway through the nickname Izuku has told me multiple times he doesn’t mind.

“And did you see the way he seemed almost more interested when you said they were spicy? Who here even likes spicy cookies over regular cookies!?” Kaminari sounds like he’s straining to keep his voice under a hearing level.

Of course that’s the part Kaminari zeroes in on. It is a detail to point out, but not that big. Sero shrugs.

“They were good, but not better than a regular cookie, Ei. No offense.” Mina smiles up at him.

“Whatever, I made them only to satisfy Kats’ hell-hot buds anyway.”

“Which they are.” He blinks a few times, eyes ripped to my deadpan. “Satisfied.”

“Thanks?”

“Ain’t nothing’ to thank. They were good.”

“Kats—“

“Simple as that.”

RING!!

“Shit, the bell!” Kaminari’s packing his unfinished lunch at lightning speed.

“I’ll feel so bad if I have to see that hollow shell of a man looking any more depressing if we’re late to his training,” Sero grumbles as he grabs his belongings with his tape.

“Well don’t remind me!” Mina wails.

Kirishima’s laughing under his breath as he pulls his bag on. “I don’t think All Might will get depressed if you guys are a little late. It’s not manly, yeah, but it’s not world ending.”

The others can scramble to class all they want. I’ve got a plan for the green team. They wanna send spies on me? Jokes on them, I’ve been watched all my goddamn life.

“Whatchu want?” Kirishima squints at me, only teasing. I fold my arms and lean my hip into the edge of the table.

“Shut up and I’ll tell you. You, me, after school.”

“Session?”

What the hell? “No— Fuck, no. Not fuckin’ weed, Ei.”

He only shrugs. “It could’ve been weed. It sounded like weed. It should’ve been weed.”

Why the hell would I want weed?

“No. No, it shouldn’t have. Nevermind—I mean, we need to talk. I got somethin’, and I need ya’ to go along with it.”

“‘You have a plan?”

“Yeah.”

The asshole looks at me. Scrutinizing as if it’s impossible for the top of our fucking class to come up with a plan so fast. I can imagine everywhere he’s looking. The knick in my brow from the war, the worry line just barely coming to shape on my forehead. Basically, every part of me that’s only formed ‘cause of that damn war. I’d rather drop dead than let him think I’m weak.

“Why were you chasing Midoriya—“

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Kats—“

“I told you to knock that—“

“Why not? To the name and… this morning. I thought it was just ‘cause Mina and the others were around that you wouldn’t tell.”

He knows he’s prying, and yet he’s testing me anyway. Regardless of Mina’s big gossipy mouth, I wouldn’t tell a soul. It’s not their business.

“I told you I’m not talking about it, and the extras weren’t the reason why. Plus, that name is fucking ugly by the way.”

“We made it for you though.” He grins.

“‘Don’t mean it don’t suck.” I nudge my head towards the exit, where the bulk of our year is off to. “C’mon, before my perfect no lateness record blows up.”

Kirishima kicks into a jog but raises his brow at me anyway. “But we’re still not done talking. You still haven’t told me—“

“Okay, Johnny Bravo, if I gotta tell you—“

“Who the fuck is Johnny Bravo?”

“—that one buff guy? Y’know, that one show about the guy who’s all macho and has gigantic man tits— nevermind, stop interrupting!” I can feel sparks starting in my palms and he’s not making it any better. “As I was saying, I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’! It’s me and shitnerd’s business. Not yours, not Soyface’s, and not anybody else’s. Got it?”

He mimics catching a ball, dropping it ever so slowly on the floor, and pouting up at me. I swear I’ll kill him one day.

“One day they’ll be sending your ass back to Fatgum. ‘Cause I’ll beat you so bad your quirk will be unusable.”

“Kats, your plays on words are getting too many steps—“

“‘Wasn’t even a play on words, but I’ll give you a more pea-brained threat: I’ll eat you.”

“Hell yeah! Love who you love. I mean, don’t love me though.”

I sigh. My friends are so… stupid.

Most of our class is already huddled around the symbol of peace by the time we arrive. All Might still insists on showing up in his buff form until he starts choking blood, even though no one needs or wants him to. Though, it’s not like anyone wants to crush his spirit by saying anything about it.

“I am here, my students!” the man bellows, as if we don’t have eyes.

Kaminari hails him, before Iida jabs his sharp as hell elbow in the blond's side.

Our training begins.

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A/N TIME !!!

Hope anyone who read this enjoyed :) This A/N is long ash tho, can y’all tell I’m a yapper

Anywho, finally posting the fanfic I’ve been working on 😭 literally only 2 chapters and the beginning of a 3rd in because I have such a bad habit of forgetting things I started, remembering, forgetting, not liking, and repeating the cycle. I got really inspired reading The Way You Used to Do planning this out though. Read it last year and my friends haven’t heard silence since.

If I don’t think this is ass by the time I finish I might post to ao3 as well (probably in like 10 yrs LOL idk how fanfic writers can consistently write chapters and finish with 200k words in like 4 months) this is basically my form of beta-ing when my bsf isn’t available lol

Also, I’ve kinda just been writing in a google doc without a title because it was originally an “x reader” but then the plot I planned got too interesting 🤷🏾‍♀️ I think “I’m Sorry for You” fits the narrative I’ve built though. If anyone wants to know why, id be happy to explain ^^ Anywho, I always think those existential “the stars r ur eyes” or whatever titles were so pretty and I wanted to have something like that but my brain always blanks out when I have to think of a title. Womp womp.

If anyone is interested, I also have a doc for planning, with character headcanons and analyses. I have a visceral hatred for OOC works and while most will say that it is so, they can just be so far from source material that I’ll die reading it. In addition, I made a little playlist to help me brainstorm plot and think about bakudeku dynamics.

[spacedoutman]

Ace’s diary entry, pt.3

#out of character note: thank you to the anon who messaged me asking me about this series. It was really nice to hear ❤️ I didn’t actually think anyone was gonna read it but here we are. I’m touched! This means a lot to me.

Hope you enjoy~~<3

I may have been gone for DECADES, but let me explain myself. That night, some hot armored space chick, not the same one from earlier but a new one showed up in my dream.

She said that we’d stumbled on something we weren’t supposed to, but it was the only way out. I’d stayed up since like, 4 that morning? Thinking about what that could mean on a deeper level—and also trying to remember the rest.

Next thing I remember, Gene and I were headed through the weird brightly colored orange desert. I’d been jumping around like a lunatic, saying I’d seen something all morning.

Gene literally thought it was outside. I still feel bad for him. I remember when I told him, I actually laughed at the unbridled look of disappointment splattered on his face. It was gold!

I’d be lying if I left out that I felt guilty for taking up his time. Even worse, the later in the day it got, even just by the minute, thinking about that dream made something I couldn’t describe boil inside.

So bad seeing his mad face hit below the belt. Our conversation went something like this:

“So you dragged me all the way out here to tell me about a dream you had?”

I swear my eyes started going out sideways. He sighed. His bitterness was thick as spit. I hugged myself tightly.

“Yeah…”

“I was trying to sleep, Ace. Now I feel like my skin is gonna’ boil off!”

I looked at my arm. The planet in place of the sun slapped it. I mean dissolved it. My skin burnt like a razor burn. My heart sank. “Do you need water?” I pathetically asked. He shook his head.

“Now what about your dream? If it was so important, anyway-“

I spoke over him-“yeah, yeah!! Some cool armored space chick told me some prophecy!!” Gene turned around, I GASPED “wait!! Wait a second!”

“You didn’t drag me all the way out here j-“

“H-Hear me out!” I must’ve sounded more desperate than… I don’t know, but I hate it.

He shrugged. I shook my head really quick- “listen, please!”

“Let me guess, you-“

“What’s going on out here?” Paul asked a bit sharply but overly concerned like a mom in a coming of age movie. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I said before Gene could open his mouth.

Gene grunted. His face twisted into… annoyance. “I just wanted to check up on you.” Paul reassured us.

“Yeah, yeah!” I rushed, panicked? “I had this crazy dream! I gotta tell you about it!”

“Go ahead-“

Paul’s face went all surprised somehow. “I had this wacky dream where some space chick-“ he went all dark- “wait, it’s not what you think!- she told us that the only way out was to figure out something we weren’t supposed to find!!”

“So first it’s something we need to find and now it’s something we shouldn’t?” Paul though out loud, squinting. I nodded quickly. “You know, I had a pretty strange dream too.”

“Oh brother!” Gene groaned.

“What was it?!” I was so eager it was probably pretty horrifying to anyone who didn’t know me. Not that anyone was here, of course.

“I heard some guy singing, he sounded pretty upset.”

“What did he say?”

“I was there like your mother

Mrm… mrm, Mrm……mrmmm..'til the end.”

Paul trailed off. The rhythm was everywhere. He couldn’t remember it at all. His voice still sounded heavenly. I smiled. My heart beat faster.

“Oh, Paulie! You’ve got it!” I moaned. Gene smacked me lightly.

Paul smiled? I swear he did, even if it was tiny. My face must’ve been red as blood. Jesus. “We need to get back to earth.” Paul muttered. “I don’t even know how we got out here!”

“Must’ve been in transit.” Gene added, investigating the scenery like Sherlock Holmes. “But, we’ll get out.”

“I hope so..” I scratched the back of my head nervously.

Paul sang to himself quietly as he tried to remember the song. Cuuuttteeeee! “This dream’s been all that’s on my mind.” I stated quickly. “So the quicker we can get it solved, the better—and the quicker we’re outta’ here!!”

“I think we should walk.” Gene plainly replied.

“Walk?” Questioned Paul, snapped out of his trance.

“Walk.”

“What are we gonna do walking? How will we do anything on time?” I CONPLAINED.

“It’ll be ok.” Paul reassured, smiling optimistically and confidently. “We’ll be able to get it done.”

We got back to the ship. I had tons of those cans of spray cheese that you put on crackers. It came in something like whip cream. I don’t remember the name right now because I’m not impaired ☹️

We put the cheese on those stupid little crackers and shared them around. I don’t remember how many we ate but Paul wanted us to go easy on our rations. Peter and I didn’t hear him. Gene was already done at that point.

What the fuck was it. What the hell do they mean??? I am so tired of playing these STUPID games, all I want is for the tevelisjon to work, at least. But nooo, cause what the fuck. Stupid fucking television. No god damn signal

Wait. Wait. Sorry, my memory completely vanished. I got up at like four in the morning. I can’t describe the way waking up on cool tiles felt. Yeah, I’d done it before, but not like this.

My head was angled. So the first thing I saw was the deep green sky. I swear I could see the solar system up there. It was breathtaking, but all the stars and where it should’ve been bright all took squinting to see, as it was barely a shade lighter than the rest of the sky.

It looked like thousands of emeralds floated around up there. Cold hugged me from all sides. Yet Peter, who sprawled out on the little couch beside me covered in cheese was lightyears away. Like, if I reached out, who knew if I could even touch him?

I stood up. I was wading through water that just wasn’t there. Cold wrapped around my legs. Soft blue light shone from around the corner. Paul had actually made himself at home under a sleeping bag. I held my breath and struggled not to step on him, but my shoe grazed him anyway.

Why the hell was Paul right in the doorway anyway??

The doorway went on through a black tunnel. My vision wouldn’t stop going in and out. I ambled through it, catching myself on whatever I could. A little chatter broke the silence and interrupted my quietly scuffling shoes. My barely open eyes flew wide!

“Gene?” I croaked. “You okay in there?”

Gene sat in the darkness. Slight blue light touched his armor. He leaned intently, his eyes glued to the TV. I wobbled over and sat on his leg. He moved his arm.

“What the fuck are you doing up this late?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He groaned.

“You know me better than that..”

“You sleep like a baby-“

“You’re right. I do cry at night.”

I chuckled. Gene rolled his eyes. My limbs shook violently, like, really really violently for no exact reason. This felt like one of those memories you have as a child that’s not normal but it super mundane, so you forget about it and then look back at it as an adult like… ‘wow. Was that a dream?’

A fucking fever dream!! But something you wish you hadn’t wasted.

“Did you at least get it to working?” I asked, shifting until I was comfortable.

“Halfway.”

Then we both cried and hugged each other, I think. But what was on the TV? A picture of a red sneaker.

That’s it. That’s the conclusion. I’ll update you if I’m still alive, but Ace out for now, I guess. Paul made me aware of something called auto-correct, so if my words are mangled that’s why.

Hello

[drakothedragon55]

You remember the devlogs from Kaycee’s Mod? Well, here’s my spin on them for the Apocalyption AU. If they were real, they’d be accessible without Kaycee’s Mod (though still needing to be unlocked.)

— Devlogs and DATA (Part 1/2) —

LOG 1

Today I finally get to do something meaningful with this company. From the day they hired me, all I got to do was bug hunt and playtest weird games from franchises that no one has even heard of.

I know that I’m not the most experienced coder out there, but come on! I can do so much more than what they’re letting me.

Anyways, they’re letting me work on this new project. Inscription, I believe it’s called? I know virtually nothing about it. But hey. I’m sure It’l be more fun than reporting glitches all day.

LOG 2

It’s been a day or two since I started working on Inscryption, and I have to admit: it seems promising. I mean, how many virtual card games are out there? At least it’s not an UNO clone.

I’ve only done small things so far like making sure that certain animations display properly. It’s another 2D game, just like GameFuna’s previous works, but it looks like some 3D stuff will be implemented later on, which is cool.

I’m considering poking around the files when I get the chance. Wonder what other neat stuff I can find in here before it’s inevitably left on the cutting room floor.

LOG 3

So, I was looking through some folders when I found this file that looked out of place. It was labelled as ‘OL_CARD.zip’, so I decided to unzip it. What I got was a single exe file that did nothing when opened. Must’ve been a card placeholder or something?

Anyways, I left it alone because the last thing I want is some higher-up getting mad at me for ‘tampering with the game.’ Besides. I kinda want to look into it some more.

Now all I gotta do is find it. Call me crazy, but it’s not in the folder I last saw it in. I swear, I’m gonna be seriously angry if this is some virus.

LOG 4

ITS FUCKING ALIVE HOLY SHIT

LOG 5

Note to self: redo log 4.

I still don’t know what’s going on, but when I booted up Inscryption, there was this red mass of pixels right outside Leshy’s cabin. I tried interacting with it, and a text box full of gibberish showed up.

I decided to ignore it and check up on the scrybe, and I found that Leshy seemed…off. His personality still isn’t very fleshed out, but he seemed to be on edge. The other NPCs in the area were, too. That’s when I shut off the game.

But that damn red thing was on my desktop now. It couldn’t open a text box with Inscryption closed, so it opened Notepad instead. Let me copy and paste what it said.

H̷e̶l̴l̷o̶ ̴t̴h̴e̸r̸e̵!̸ ̵:̸)̶

I wish I was making this up. Is this some kind of advanced AI? If so, why are they keeping it hidden in this random-freaking file tucked away in the back of a card game?

I have so many questions. And a part of me wants to ask this thing for answers.

LOG 6

Out of every single employee, I’m the one who gets the haunted game. Seems about right considering my luck.

Well, I’m not sure if this thing is a ghost or not. I’ve been talking to ‘Olcard’ by adding text into the code, and it’s been responding with those bugged text boxes. At least it’s getting better at using them.

Whatever it is, it’s really curious about the game and its development. I’ve asked my fellow coders if anything similar is happening to them, and they all give me weird looks. I’m half expecting to wake up any minute now.

I’ve finished up Leshy’s area and I’m working on Grimora’s next. Olcard gave me some good tips when I got stuck, so I think keeping him around a little while longer wouldn’t hurt anyone.

[stnevveveveve]

So this happened Christmas, now I’m hit with this new reality of having an adoptive/friend family, meanwhile my moms excited the whole day and jolly, I’m like well cool I guess I’ll have a Christmas I haven’t had in like forever, I’m being promised that it’ll be a nice Christmas with this attitude

And it was definitely for my soul and the time, but I barely talked to these people that’s a whole nother rabbit hole, no people my age, my moms off drinking “like a 15 yr old” atp when we got to the house I started realizing my moms gonna drink, we made a promise a long time ago she’d lay low with alcohol or even not drink at all, im like left to the side obviously cause no subjects to talk about that I’d be relevant in, and plus I feel like a disturbance yk a child sitting at the adults table, im off to the couch, fucking bloated and insecure in my body and not in an outfit I’d like, not in the hair, skin, or makeup, just sitting there quiet struggling with this fucking phone that doesn’t last a second without having to be charged, so then I’m having to bend uncomfortably because the cable is not long enough, i don’t wanna paint my mom in a alcoholic image but I didn’t even bother to count her drinks, the fact someone observed that is like??? She must’ve been obvious and still they didn’t mean malicious intent im guessing, plus obviously my mom wasn’t crazy drunk or doing weird stuff but her even just being tipsy pisses me off BADD just her mannerisms and stupid giggle she does at everything, her shy movements,

So basically I was promised a jolly Christmas which is supposedly that, now I’m thinking what even is Christmas? What even are holidays, I already thought that so long ago, I don’t even look forward to just parties rather than holidays even, don’t get me wrong though nothing bad happened which is such a mind fuck for me, it makes me feel mental, I swear to god my brain is a prison

Now she wants to talk about me being rude? Bitch you know damn well, one thing is being rude and the other is being fucking turned off because AGAIN the same thing that happened all my life, the same pattern

Like I’m just tired

And then again even still I have to go anyways because WHY wouldn’t ivy come to Christmas Eve!!??? If I don’t show up it’ll cause drama and they’ll be upset with me, yet I have to make a mental sacrifice to get there and not even talk to anyone fully, I still had to stay up till 4 am when the party ended to shoo off the guy from wanting to wake up my dead asleep mom, I couldn’t just have slept and then said it wasn’t my deal, because I also represent my mom, I also have to take responsibility of different things for her or else it’ll somehow turn into some turmoil

I’m basically my moms doll (a concept that she’s given me a lecture of many times), and emotional support pet, if I didn’t go I would’ve ruined Christmas for her but when we’re there I’m not even spending time with her and not even in a selfish way, and also supermega“saving-my-moms-ass”3000

I’m so fucking tired of this life.

[chiaraanatra]

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ | Part 4

Summary: Goose meets you at the O Bar after a couple of drinks and a conversation he wished would never end he believes that he’ll never see you again. Little did he know while this may have been your first meeting, it would not be your last.

Warnings: ANGST but with a happy ending, plane crash, mentions of hospitalization, concussion, and stitches, swearing, flirting, Goose being a hopeless romantic, Silly Goose, use of Y/N and she/her pronouns, kissing.

Word Count: 3012

Songs: Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewi

A/N: This is the last part of this series but I will be posting a short fluffy epilogue. Thank you for all the love on this series! As always I know nothing about planes, aviation, engineering, the Navy, or how a med bay works.

《 part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || epilogue 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

After dinner, you two of you talked for hours about everything from your families to your careers and hobbies. Nick left your house around 11 pm. You both wished that night would never end but you both knew tomorrow would be another early morning.

You walked the tall aviator to the door, he slipped on his shoes before turning back to you. “Please tell me this isn’t a one-time thing. I know this is complicated with Top Gun and everything but I-“

Before he could spiral, you leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck and connect your lips with his once more. His hands found their way to your waist. You kissed him slowly for a few moments before pulling away, your hands meeting his cheeks. “I like you too, Nick. It’ll be a bit complicated, but I’d like to see where it goes.”

A big smile made its way to Goose’s lips. He nodded his head before pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Goose pulled into his driveway sitting in his car for a few moments. He couldn’t help the stupid smile that was plastered on his face. He noticed Mav’s living room light turn on. Wonder what he’s still doing up.

He walked across the few feet of yard that separated the two aviators’ rentals. He knocked on the side door just outside the living room, gaining the shorter pilot’s attention. Goose let himself in.

“Still awake?” Mav said as Goose took up a spot on the opposite couch.

“Yeah.” Goose had a perplexed look on his face as he thought over all that had happened in the last 6 hours.

“What's up?”

Goose didn’t answer, trying to think of exactly what to say.

“Talk to me Goose.”

Goose let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, “you’re gonna think I’m crazy, Mav.”

“No more than I already do.” The shorter pilot joked as he leaned back.

“I think I’m in love…”

“With Stinger?” He leaned forward and Goose nodded in response. ”Bullshit! How pussy drunk are you?”

“God Mav, get your head out of your ass. I didn’t sleep with her! She cooked me dinner we talked, we danced to the radio, we kissed…” He could have gone on about how your lips fit together perfectly, how soft your skin was, and how badly he wanted to stay by your side forever but he knew he was gonna get enough shit from Pete for what he was about to say. “Mav, I’m telling you I’m going to marry that girl.”

Pete could barely believe what he was hearing but he knew from the look in his best friend’s eyes that he was dead serious. “Shit… Guess I better get my dress whites ready.”

In the 9 weeks since having dinner at your place, you and Goose began dating each other in secret. Private dinner dates, long walks on the beach, sneaking kisses in the elevator, or behind the F14s parked in the hangar. Thankfully the two of you were better at keeping things under wraps than Mav and Charlie.

On a rare day off, the four of you decided to meet up at a small bar near the base. Mav, Charlie, and you were sitting in a corner booth, Goose saw a piano and decided the empty joint needed a bit of music.

Music rang through the upright piano and throughout the small bar before his voice began to do the same.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will, but what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

“Doesn't he ever embarrass you two?” Charlie was asking both you and Maverick, but the pilot was the first to answer for you both.

“Goose? Hell, no!” He had a wild smile on his face that faded ever so slightly, “well, there was the time. . .

“Admiral's daughter?” Your words quickly pulled Mav from his thoughts.

“What?” You could see the nervousness grow on his face.

“Come on, Pete. He told me all about the time you went ballistic with Penny Benjamin.”

“Did he?” Mav’s gaze moved towards the Hawaiian shirt-clad, piano-playing RIO, “well, that's great.”

“He’s told me about all of them, Maverick. Quite the past I must say,” you giggled.

“Uh-huh… All right, thank you, Stinger. I'm gonna go embarrass myself with Goose for a while.”

Mav’s voice joined Goose’s.

I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny

You came along and you moved me honey

I've changed my mind, this love is fine

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

“For as much as I get a kick out of teasing Maverick…” You paused taking a sip of your drink, “from what Goose has told me one thing's for certain: there are hearts breaking wide open all over the world tonight.”

Charlie looked at you with confusion, “Why?”

“Because unless you are a fool, that boy is off the market. Goose says he is 100 percent, prime time in love with you.” You let out a small laugh at the way Charlie’s jaw fell open a little. You turned your attention towards the two aviators.

“Hey, Goose, you big stud!”

“That's me, honey.” He glanced towards you lowering his sunglasses.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” You shouted across the empty bar.

“Show me the way home, honey!”

 You drag Charlie over to the piano and the four of you finished out the song.

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs

Real nervous, but it sure is fun

Come on, baby, drive me crazy

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire

Goose pulls you on top of his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Mav may have been in love with Charlie but those feelings could never match what you and Nick felt for one another.

Jester’s voice came through over the coms. “Okay, gentlemen, this is hop 31. Two weeks to graduation. Top Gun trophy is still up for grabs, so every point counts.”

Goose’s voice was the next to come through. “It’s a beautiful Friday morning here in sunny San Diego. It's the bottom of the ninth, the score is tied. It's time for the big one, gentlemen.”

Ice was checking over his gauges as they approached the proper height. “You up for this one, Maverick?”

Mav gave a cocky smile as he talked into his mask, “just a walk in the park, Kazansky.”

Slider looked out on the radar, “contact. Multiple bogies, 165. Two miles. Looks like they're going away from us.”

“Ho, I see them, tallyho, right 2 o'clock. I'm in.” Just as he was about to lean into the curve Ice cut him off.

“I'm in.” With his plane just ahead and to the right of mavericks he was able to cut him off.

“That son of a bitch cut me off.” Mav was pissed and Goose could tell by the sudden Gs that hit him as the plane curved to trail behind Ice and Slider.

The two plains closely tailed the three bogies. “Come on, come on. Jesus Christ. Ice, take the shot.” Mav was getting impatient, and Goose could tell.

“Come on, Ice, get the hell out of there,” Goose called into his mask.

“I can't get the angle. I'm too close for missiles. I'm switching to guns.” Ice flipped the switch on his weapons system to guns but still didn’t take any shots.

“Ice, fire or clear.” Neither Mav, Goose, nor Slider could understand what was taking Ice so long to line up the shot.

 “Look at this! Jesus Christ, I can take a shot right here!” Mav had a clear line of sight just past Ice and Slider’s plane. If Ice moved, he would have the shot in seconds.

“I need another 20 seconds, then I've got it.” Mav still couldn’t tell what Ice’s play was outside of wasting time and costing Mav the Top Gun trophy.

“I'm moving in. I've got the shot.” Mav called.

“Come on, Mav, let's get in there! Goose encouraged. “Come on, Mav!”

“Maverick's getting impatient, Ice. Come on, take the shot!” Slider called.

“Ten more seconds, then I've got him.” Ice was precisely lining up his shot and taking far too long to do so. He knew it Slider knew it and most of all Goose and Mav knew it.

Goose let out a groan of his own frustration. “Come on, Ice, get the hell out of there! Let's do it, Mav.”

“Ice, come off high right. I'm in.” Mav’s voice commanded over the coms.

Ice tried to buy himself a bit more time. “Five more seconds.”

“Come off high right, Ice. I'm in.” Mav began slowly moving his plane into position, pushing Kazansky out.

“I'm off.” Ice shifted his trajectory allowing Mitchel to take his place. “Shit!”

There was a sudden wave of turbulence and alarms began to blare. “We're in his jet wash!”

“Ho! Holy shit!” Mav desperately tried to get the plane under control.

“This is not good!” Goose was quickly checking things over in an attempt to help aid in the recovery. He turned when he heard a sudden silence from his left. “Shit, we got a flameout, Mav! Engine one is out!” The same lack of sound came from his right shortly after. “Engine two is out!”

“Goose, I'm losing control! I'm losing control! I can't control it! It won't recover! Shit!” It was impossible for Mav to gain control back and the G-force was beginning to press him forward.

“It's coupling up, Mav! We're out of control. This is not good! This is not good!” Goose could feel them begin to head into a tailspin.

“Mayday, mayday. Mav's in trouble. He's in a flat spin. He's heading out to sea.” Ice called out as he watched his wingmen spin out of control, unable to aid them.

Goose watched as the altitude gauge began spinning. “Altitude 8,000, 7,000. Six. We're at six, Mav.”

Mav’s face was practically pressed up against the glass. “I'm pinned forward, Goose. I can't reach the ejection handle! Goose, you're gonna have to punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle! Eject!

“I'm trying! I'm trying!” Goose was desperately trying to reach for the overhead ejection handles, working against the intense Gs.

“Eject! Eject! Eject! Watch the canopy!”

The coms went dead, and your entire body stiffened. You excused yourself from the conference room where you were observing and listening in on the training exercises. Charlie quickly followed suit.

“Oh my god… Oh my god…” your voice was almost as shacky as your body.

“Charlie wrapped her arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. “Common we can meet them at the medical building.” Her voice was surprisingly calm, but you could tell by her stiff figure that she was freaking out just as much as you were.

You both ran to the parking lot, jumping into Charlie’s Porsche Speedster before the blonde woman sped over to the medical building across the base.

It felt like you were waiting forever. Charlie was seated in one of the worn teal chairs while you wore a trail in the tail floor from pacing back and forth. No one would tell you or Charlie anything. Apparently, top security clearance meant nothing when it came to the medical ward being HIPPA compliant.

“Y/N… Sit down, honey.” She patted the seat next to her. you took up her offer, feet in pain from the hours of pacing in your heels.

Charlie wrapped her arm around you pulling you into a comforting hug. With all the time you spent with her at Top Gun, the two of you had become close. “I… I can’t lose him, Charlotte…” You could feel tears stinging your eyes. You had yet to cry in the hours between the crash and now, too mentally shocked for your body to produce tears.

Before she could speak any words of comfort a nurse walked into the room.

"Charlotte, Charlotte Blackwell? I have a Pete Mitchel requesting you.”

She looked over at you with empathetic eyes. “Do you want me to stay with you…”

“No, go…” you gave your best attempts at a weak smile. You watched as she followed the nurse. You rested your head in your hands.

Your mind began to fling itself into worst-case scenarios. What if he’s… he’s… Before you could finish that thought you heard your name. “Y/N, Y/N Y/LN.” You shot up to be greeted by the sight of another nurse. “I have a Nick Bradshaw requesting you.” You stood up and followed her down the sterile hallways. Relief had yet to grace your tense mind or body.

The walk to his room felt like it took even longer than your stay in the waiting room. Your mind was deathly quiet, refusing to think of what state Nick could possibly be in.

The nurse stopped in front of a closed door, “You can go on in.”

You paused for a brief moment before opening the door. You walked down the small hallway that led to the open space that was Nick’s room. You were greeted by Nick laying upright in his hospital bed. His eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you. “Honey!” He made an attempt to swing his legs over the side of the bed.

“Don’t move.” You rushed over to the chair next to his bed, pulling it as close as you could before taking a seat. Nick immediately grabbed your hand and kissed the top gently before pulling you just a bit closer so he could gently kiss your lips.

You pulled back slightly, taking in the sight of the fresh stitches on his forehead, his disheveled blonde hair, and the few bruises and scrapes along his arms. “How are you…” Your voice was soft, much softer than you intended.

“Head’s a little fuzzy. They’ve been scanning, poking, and prodding at me since I got here. As far as they can tell I was lucky to walk away with just a mild concussion and a couple of scrapes and bruises.” His tone is nonchalant as ever and one that you feared you would never get to hear again.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as tears began to spill over onto your cheeks.

“Honey, honey…” He gently grabbed both sides of your face, wiping the tears that began to stain your cheeks away with his thumb. “I’m okay, everything is fine.” He gently pulled you closer to him, making space for you on the bed.

Without a second thought, you climbed in next to him almost scared to touch him for fear he might break or disappear.

Nick appeared to have read your thoughts. “Come here,” he pulled you closer to him, allowing your head to rest on his chest. “I-I was so scared… I thought I lost you…”

“Common now.” Nick brushed the tears away from your cheeks. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?” He tilted your chin up and gave you that big smile that always made your heart flutter.

“Hey before you get too comfortable, can you do me a favor.”

You looked up at him and nodded, “anything…”

“Hand me my flight suit, it’s hanging in the bathroom.”

You looked at him with slight confusion. “Sure…” You got up and walked a little way down the small hallway to the on-suite bathroom. As you were grabbing the suit for reasons unknown to you, you heard some rustling. You grabbed the suit and made your way back Nick. He was now standing beside the bed. “Nicky, you should really be laying down…”

“I’m fine, now sit.” You handed him the flight suit and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Now close your eyes, I don’t need you seeing my bare ass in the hospital gown.”

You couldn’t help but giggle and roll your eyes but the expression on his face was a serious one, or at least as serious as he could muster. “Okay, okay.” You placed your hands over your eyes as your head rustles come from your boyfriend.

“Now Mav said I was crazy… Don’t open your eyes yet.” He said as if reading your mind once more. “But I know when a thing is right.”

“Nicky what are you talking about.” There was a moment of silence, and you couldn’t help but open your eyes. You were greeted by the sight of Nick in his hospital gown on one knee with a small black box in his hands.

“Nicky…”

Before you could form a coherent thought, “look I knew the last 9 weeks, have been a whirlwind, the last several hours especially. But I know then a thing is right and Y/N this is right.” Nick opened the small black bock revealing a small diamond ring on a single band. “Y/N L/N… Will you make me the happiest man this side of the Mississippi?”

You stared at the ring and then back at the blonde holding it. “Nicholas Bradshaw, are you asking me to marry you?”

He looked at you then back to the ring as if to confirm the answer for himself, before looking back up at you. ”Well, this is not exactly how I had planned to do it. But yes, yes, I am. If you’ll have me.”

More tears began to prick your eyes before you began to franticly nod. “Yes, yes, one-thousand times yes!” With a smile wider the tarmac, Nick placed the ring onto your ring finger. You practically jumped into the aviator’s arms as he stood up. His hands quickly made perches on your hips before his lips met yours.

He smiled against your lips before pulling slightly away so he could look into your eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Bradshaw.” “I love you too. Mr. Bradshaw.”

Epilogue

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While this series may be over, I am in the works on some Hangman fics!

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

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Bpd is really crazy cuz the people I love the most I’ll say the most shit about but like.. I only post bad things in here which makes it SOUND like I don’t love them but I promise it’s just my bpd and the good mega out weights the bad. I only vent about awful shit. My fucked up thoughts and horny shit in here because I post happy shit everywhere else. If I don’t post on her I probably had a good day. If I post in here my had wasn’t necessarily bad it’s a bad moment. I have a lot of those… cuz I have bpd. The smallest things set me off. It’s a way to get all the toxic shit out and then I’m left with a lot of love and happiness.

Speaking of happiness when my bf finally starts feeling better I have 4 poems to give him and a big message about how much I love him. And I made a edit of us! I’m waiting till he’s super lovey again because I wasn’t a really big happy reaction and not just “… that’s sweet thx 😐” lol. I also got up and danced tonight because I was genuinely so happy he was talking to me more. I think it’s just because his brother was in the room but it was soo nice I was so happy I just danced to pink pantheress with is kinda depressing but idc because it made me so happy. He went to bad super early and kinda went back to being all quiet and depressing but I’m glad I had my few minutes of bliss!  

AND HE DREW THIS AND I STARED CRYING I HOPE HE DIDNT NOTICE BUT OMG!! And he asked what I ate SO HE STILL CARES ABOUT ME AND SHIT OMG OMG!! I feel less like he’s gonna break up with me at any second now!! I’m still kinda sad my birthday was ruined by him last night but I’m glad we’re kinda getting better. Then again my whole weekend sucked because of how fucking sad and quiet he was. :/ idk idk but there’s more weekends left. But I cleaned my room and cleaning under my bed as I’m typing this! So yeah! Good day! I have good days I swear I just post my happiness on instagram and post my freaking fucked up side here so.

I don’t hate my friends and definitely not my bf. These are just the fucked up thoughts that go through my head in the heat of the moment. Aka. The real downside of having bpd. This keeps me in control of my emotions cuz instead of lashing out in everyone else. I’m lashing out at absolute nobody 💀 nobody is hurt my this page is just for me to look back on and let out all the hate so I can be normal and not have a massive build up like I do every year.

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Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

>>><<<

You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

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It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

[donteattheappleshook]

Captain Swan Fics Masterpost

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Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony. When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his.

Rated M.

Not Broken At All

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Season 1 Neverland AU. Emma is still trying to adjust to her new life as Sheriff of Storybrooke and mom to Henry, who still believes everyone in town is a fairytale creature. When she finds a badly beaten, one handed man while patrolling, she's convinced he's crazy. he is, after all, rambling about fairies and shadows and crocodiles. But when Henry is suddenly taken by what Emma swears (but can't believe) was a shadow, the madman in the hospital might be her only hope of getting her son back. Whether he likes it or not.

Rated M.

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(not so) young, drunk and alone

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“Swan, it’s me. ‘M so sorry I ‘avnent called for… September, October, Nov… three months. Shit that’s too many months. ‘M sorry but I need your help. The sherrffeff won’t let me leave. He says you have to pick me up - well not you but ‘ynow someone. I don’t know anyone else. Oh! It’s Killian by the way. Killian Jones. I don’t know how many Killians you know but I’m that one. The dickhead who ghosted you. ‘Nway, if you could call me back that would be just - awesome. Yur prolly not gonna call me back. I wouldn’t call me back. ‘Nway… yeah. It’s Killian. Thanks.” 

Rated (light) M

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Barefoot in the wildest winter

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She wasn’t supposed to come back. It had been a stupid plan, thinking she could get in and out of Storybrooke without anyone knowing she was here. Just catch the skip, bring him in and go back to Boston without her brother finding out that she’d lied about not being able to come home for Christmas like she did every year. There’s some kind of cosmic joke being made at her expense. There has to be for this day and this storm to have led her here of all places, on tonight of all nights.The walk to the building feels all too familiar and she struggles to push back the memories of the last time she was here as she works up the nerve to make her way up the stairs, to knock on the door. There’s still time to run. “Swan?” “Hey, Killian.”

Rated M (E?)

Hello, again

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Killian never saw a lover more than once, never called a past encounter again after he or she had left, never even got their phone number. He never said hello a second time. All he was every interested in since the loss of his wife was a single night.

Emma had rules. She only ever went to bed with strangers. She didn’t do relationships or friends with benefits or second nights. She’d learned young how dangerous feelings could be.

Neither had ever met another person so clearly uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship as themselves, with so impossible a risk of developing affection. So in the history of attempts at truly casual sex, this might be the first time it could actually work.

A silver!Hook AU

Rated E.

Give me my yesterdays

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Neal was a great dad. He took care of her and Henry, he showed up to every track and field race, he was home for every holiday. She wasn’t unhappy. She had her family and her friends. It was fine. It was enough. Until her son went off to college and her husband started working late, and a twenty-something year old moved in next door.

Rated M.

The Dick Pic Debacle

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“Alright, what the hell is wrong with you two?” Will finally demanded. “Emma saw my dick and now it’s awkward.” Belle nearly choked on her drink. “She what? How?” “Neal sent her a dick pic. So I sent one back to get him to piss off. Emma found it by accident.”

Rated E.

It Was Only a Kiss

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Neverland may kill her. If it’s not her fear for Henry, then it will her exhaustion, or her doubt, or the overwhelming despair that she’ll never get out of here alive, that she’ll fail her son, that she’ll fail everyone. There’s only one thing she’s found that can silence it all, that can make her feel real again. She shouldn’t be seeking comfort in Hook. She shouldn’t, but she does. It was only a kiss. That was all it was supposed to be. But now that she’s started, she doesn’t think she can stop. Not now that she knows what it’s like. Canon Divergent. 

Rated E.

She Came from the Water

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Between his dissatisfying job, a constant battle to keep seeing his daughter, and a history of mistakes, losses, and broken dreams, Killian Jones has no place for magic in his life. But when he pulls in his fishing nets one evening only to find a woman caught in them, his life becomes infinitely more complicated. Is she a siren, a selkie, like his daughter believes, or just another lost soul like himself? Suddenly, his life is a thing of fairytales; beautiful women hidden away in cottages, selkie husbands coming back to claim them, and, just maybe, a chance at happily ever after. Ondine AU. 

Rated M.

How long, love, before you go (part 4 of Lover of the Light)

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The story Killian and Emma told her parents in part 3, of how they met and fell in love.

This whole chapter is a completely self indulgent piece that nobody asked for but I needed to write...

Rated E

Dare I say forever... (part 3 of Lover of the Light)

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He’d turned the tavern upside down trying to find her, had scoured the streets for any sign of her golden hair, of the eyes he’d only just been gazing into. But she was nowhere, and the panic started to settle. No. No, it has to have worked. That was why they found the bloody star in the first place - light magic, no tricks, a wish that would send them both home. But she’s not with him.

The reunion of WishEmma and SilverWishHook after the events of Lover of the Light and Ghosts that we Knew. Also affectionately (and agressively) nicknamed Wish Baby

Rated E

Ghosts That We Knew (part 2 of Lover of the Light)

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What happened in Storybrooke during the events of Lover of the Light. Wish Emma had to go somewhere... 

Rated E.

Lover of the Light

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After the Evil Queen grants Emma’s wish to never be the Savior, she wakes up in the Enchanted Forest, suddenly the princess she never wanted to be. She wants her real life back, her real family back, and she knows there’s only one person she can count on to help her. A Wish Realm AU.  

Rated E.

Some Cupid Kills with Arrows

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Emma and Killian hate each other. They have since the night they met. Or at least since the morning after. So Emma is dreading having to deal with them being Maid of Honour and Best Man at her brother’s wedding. But, as their friends grow more and more annoyed at their constant bickering and a masquerade Stag and Doe turns everything on it’s head, the entire bridal party come to a startling realisation: Emma and Killian might just be perfect for each other. With a little scheming and some well-timed chaos, maybe they can stop yelling at each other long enough to realise it too. Much Ado About Nothing AU. 

Rated M. 

There is a Pirate in the Dungeon

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There is a pirate in the dungeon. All the serving girls are too afraid to go down the steps and bring him his meal. All but one.

This fic is based on a beautiful little story from The Starless Sea that just screamed of Captain Swan so strongly that I couldn't resist. Rated T.

I Don’t Want to Wait Till Christmas (To Love You)

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Emma’s done something stupid. She’s told her mom that she has a boyfriend and has promised to bring him home for Christmas dinner. The problem is she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she hasn’t even had a real date in twelve years. Luckily, her best friend, Killian Jones, is there to help - even if he has to make her online dating profile himself. AU. 

Rated M.

I Know

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Inspired by @carpedzem’s beautiful artwork. Emma hasn’t been in many sword fights in her life but she’s won them all. Well, almost all of them. All of them except that one in Neverland with Killian. But she did beat him at Lake Nostos… right? 

Rated T.

Playacting

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Emma has finally left her awful boyfriend after nearly a decade. But when he makes her meet him in a bar to pick up the last of her stuff, she risks falling victim to his usual tactics of sending her crawling back to him. Thankfully, the handsome bartender is there to lend a hand. A fake-boyfriend AU. Heavily Anti-Neal so don’t read if that’s not your thing. 

Rated E.

Your Pole or Mine

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Chapter 1 by @hollyethecurious​ Chapter 2 by me

Killian hadn’t really had a chance to make his neighbor’s acquaintance since he’d moved in a few weeks ago, but he had seen her often enough to know how very much he wished for an introduction. Not just because she was stunningly beautiful with her long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and creamy complexion, but because he felt they likely had quite a bit in common, given the odd hours they both seemed to keep. Her current predicament with her parcel might finally afford him the opportunity to connect with her in a more meaningful way than simple waves and muttered hellos. That is, until said parcel caused him to voice the assumption he’d held about her vocation; that her occupation might be the same as his own. Turns out the late nights, provocative outfits, and arrival of a fitness dance pole did not mean what he thought it did.

“You think I’m a stripper?”

Bloody Hell.

Rated E. 

Scrabble and a Great Many Other Things

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Anonymous AU Prompt: Emma pushed Killian away when he confessed his feelings to her. He’s finally returned home, a bit broken by the world. Will she finally have the guts to tell him what she always regretted not saying? 

Rated T.

Seal of Approval

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Prompt: Captain Swan and Snowing go on a double date during the six weeks of quiet in season 4. 

Rated M.

Some Fairytale Bliss

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Set during Operation Mongoose: Part 2. Missing scene. Emma decides to teach the shy deckhand a thing or two about swordplay. Fluffy smut. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

Of Cars and Bars

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When Emma Swan is offered the chance to go on tour as an opener for one of the most popular up and coming bands of the decade, the last thing she expects is to find that the lead guitarist is the stranger she had a one night stand with five years ago. Musicians AU. 

Rated E.

Stone Hearts

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Emma should have known. She should have known that they couldn’t just go to the underworld and not suffer any consequences. She should have known they’d bring something back with them. Cannon Divergent after 5x21 Last Rites. No Hyde. No serum. No Evil Queen split. No prophecy. No season 6. 

Rated M. 

Just Human Volume 2

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SEQUEL A continuation of my CSSNS2018 story Just Human. Now that Killian is [redacted for spoilers] and Mary Margaret knows everything, what does life have in store for a group of supernatural misfits? With the threat of Gold gone, Emma learns that sometimes just being human is the most complicated challenge of all. Being Human AU. 

Rated M. 

Just Human

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After her death, Emma wakes up in her home, unable to be seen or heard by anyone. She resigns herself to this lifeless existence until one day, two men move into the house she haunts - and somehow, they can see her. A ghost, a vampire, and a werewolf living under one roof, what could possibly go wrong? Being Human AU. 

Rated T.

The Gardener

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Emma runs every morning, and the day she runs through the neighborhood where Killian is landscaping turns into something so much more than a daily bit of eye candy. Based on a prompt I can no longer find that was something like “You run by my house every morning and I make sure I’m outside every morning to see you”. Modern AU. 

Rated T.

More

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Neverland Smut! Set between 3x07 and 3x08. Emma needs the reminder that Killian is alive and well. The fact that Neal is sleeping six feet away doesn’t matter. Neverland Renaissance. 

Rated E.

Six Weeks

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A Daddy!Killian one shot. Emma has been acting weird ever since they brought their daughter home. Not what you think it is. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

Check Ups

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A series of missing scene from 2x12 “In the Name of the Brother”. Emma keeps checking on Hook in the hospital. She just wants to make sure Gold hasn’t killed him. And that he hasn’t escaped. That’s it. She swears. Cannon Divergent: Missing Scene. 

Rated T.

Pillow Talk

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A post-coital captain swan get talking which leads to some interesting discoveries on both parts. And some challenges. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

A Woman of Action

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Emma may not have been a woman of words but she didn’t need to be – not with him. But she was definitely a woman of action. A little fic about Emma appreciating her man. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

[hotwings0203]

now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.