#i was so confused they were acting like we offered them pork or something.

[thursdayg1rl]

guests came yesterday unbelievably rude

[convexicalcrow]

(part one) (part two)

Tango wasn't expecting to sense Cub so close to him as he was rifling through his storage in preparation for dungeon maintenance. But he could feel him around, he was-

Tango went over to the open wall, where levels three and four were. Cub felt… like he was… down there? In the dungeon somewhere? But the game wasn't on. There was no- there's no way Cub was in the dungeon, right? Right?

"Hmm. I'd better go check that out. Just in case."

-

It was hard to pinpoint Cub's location, though at least he remained in the same place, as if he wasn't moving. Which, well. That didn't bode very well did it? Unless he was waiting for him to jumpscare him, that was definitely a possibility. But the dungeon felt... uneasy. Like it knew something was wrong. That Cub was somewhere he shouldn't be. Tango didn't like that feeling at all.

It took far longer than he expected to find him, though. His energy was all over the place, but also somewhere he couldn't really guess. He only found him by chance as he was checking to see if he'd tried to get into the Black Mines, and there he was, passed out on the floor, skulk stains on his fingers.

"Oh, well that's not good. Possession, maybe? He's been acting so weird since the dungeon opened though. I'd better get him out of here," Tango said, kneeling down beside him as he rolled him over onto his back.

Cub made a soft sound, perhaps a sigh, and Tango touched his forehead, offering a little Vex magic to wake him up a little.

"Cubby, you with us, buddy? You okay? What are you doing all the way down here?" Tango said, trying to rouse him.

Cub took a deeper breath, wriggled his fingers a little. Tango fed him a little more Vex magic. That seemed to do the trick. Cub opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling, confused.

"Hey there, Cubby," Tango said. "You okay? Do you remember where you are?"

Cub scrunched his face up as if he was trying to remember. "No. Nope. I dunno. Somewhere? I do remember- skulk, but-"

"Did you get possessed again, hey?" Tango said.

"Maybe, maybe. That does seem plausible. Where are we?" Cub said.

"You're at the entrance to the Black Mines. In the dungeon. Which you very much should not be in, my friend! Especially when the game isn't running!" Tango said.

"Oh, okay. Fair enough." Cub rubbed his face with his hands and started to sit up. Tango offered a hand, and Cub sat there, blinking in the low light, his head empty and confused. "S'pose we'd better get out of here, yeah?"

"When you're ready, there's no rush. The dungeon's closed for maintenance now anyway," Tango said.

"Hey, you got any food? God, I'm suddenly starving," Cub said.

"Yeah, sure, it's just pork chops though," Tango said, pulling them out of his inventory.

"It'll do," Cub said, taking the offered food.

-

Cub was sitting on Gem's bed in her vault in the hall. It was the, well. The most comfortable place Tango thought to take him once he was up and able to get out of there. He hadn't said much; Tango's assumption that this was post-possession by ... the Vex? the skulk? something else? ... seemed correct. Cub had no memory of getting to the dungeon, nor of what he'd been doing before that, which was a little concerning if Tango was being honest.

"You know it's been a week since I last saw you, right? You finished some runs and then just disappeared. I figured you were busy, and thought nothing of it. Turns out I should have kept a closer eye on you," Tango said. "After all, you swore to obey me, and this is what's happened. Was it the skulk again?"

Cub lowered his head. He looked at his hands. Had they always looked like that? Fingertips stained with skulk? Well, he assumed it was skulk. It could just be ink, too. But he didn't remember-

"Honestly I don't know what's been going on since the dungeon opened. The skulk have been- weird. But I don't really have any firm memories to back that up." Cub idly scratched the back of his head for lack of something to do.

"Well, just- I dunno. Stay close? Let me know if things start getting out of hand? Look, even I know it's weird on the lower floors with the skulk around, okay? It's weird. There's always this stupid whispering in my head and I hate it. I just don't want you losing yourself to the skulk, alright? Because I'm afraid you'll never come back if you do," Tango said.

"I won't, I won't, Tango, I promise," Cub said.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" Tango said.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝stupid rumour.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「 Bakugou who has a crush on you ― the transfer student who has trouble speaking and writing Japanese but can understand the language He helps you on your language skills and develops a crush on you. Then you heard rumours of Bakugou liking Uraraka and you started become distant.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"I thought I told how to do this one so many times and how did you manage to fuck it up?" Bakugou groaned, looking through your midterm paper.

"I'm really trying my best but kanji is just no good for me alright?" you grumbled, snatching the paper from his hands. It was quite embarrassing to be struggling with Japanese literature and other subjects.

Sure you were born and raised in Japan but due to some business issues, your family had to move to [Preferred Country]. And to be honest, you spent most of your life in [Preferred Country] instead of Japan so you weren't really familiar with kanji at all. It wasn't only kanji, its just the Japanese language in general. You didn't have much problems talking but when it comes to reading and writing, it was a problem so when it comes to studying, you were in big trouble. You have been whining about failing your tests and Bakugou — who happened to be your personal tutor. He got tired of your whining and decided to help you in hopes of making you shut up.

You can't really tell why Bakugou decided to help you in the first place. The two of you never got along that well to begin with. The ash blonde was very competitive by nature and when you showed promise during training, he seemed to have made you his target somehow. Bakugou never actually cared about the people in the class but you were different somehow. He was always easy to rile up and you enjoy messing around with him sometimes. It was almost safe to say that you spend most of your time with him. 

Since the day you transferred into UA, you struggled with your studies. Kanji now appeared to be an alien language to you and during tests, you struggled to understand the question. Bakugou picks up the scattered paper on your desk one by one, skimming through your mistakes and assessing your performance. You didn’t do that bad and only failed Japanese History and Literature. Your scores were really low and it barely hit the passing mark. 

Sometimes you like to think that you and Bakugou had something special but you're just a transfer student. Bakugou and Uraraka probably have a relationship that you could never understand. He respects Uraraka's strength after that one incident during the Sports Festival tournament. You stared at the two who happened to be queueing for lunch, having a conversation that you can't hear from where you were sitting. After a while, you took your eyes off them and sipped your drink.

"Do you think he likes her, [First Name]?"

"I'm sorry what?" you blinked, turning your attention towards Hagakure who sat across you.

"I'm talking about Ochaco-chan and Bakugou-kun!" the invisible girl gushed, her sleeves waving about to show her excitement. You blinked a couple of times, unable to process. Judging from her tone, you assumed that she thought you understood what was going on between the two. However, that wasn't the case, you yourself are clueless.

"But [First Name]-chan and Bakugou-kun are close in their own way too! Something going on between the two of you?" Ashido who was sitting next to you decided to direct the topic towards you instead.

"Nothing is going on between us. In fact, I think at some point he's gonna stop teaching me because of how I always disturb him." you muttered with a chuckle.

"Typical Bakugou. You can still join our studying sessions if you want. My offer still stands." Yaoyorozu smiled gently. You shook your head in response and gave the same answer as you did when the black haired girl proposed the idea to you.

Originally, it was Aizawa who forced Bakugou to tutor you in the first place. You had failed your tests miserably at first and your homeroom teacher seemed to notice that you struggled with communication sometimes. And Aizawa had this crazy idea to assign Bakugou to tutor you. He had hoped that the ash blonde will grow to become more social and cooperative. Honestly, you thought that it was such a bad idea at first. Bakugou was very rough with his words, impatient and is short tempered. You've tried to be nice and dismiss his behavior but at some point you just found him very amusing. You weren't sure if the two of you actually got along well or not.

However, you like to think that you both are actually on good terms. Even though he gets frustrated whenever you struggle to solve a question, he would leave you alone and give you pointers. He also likes to reward you with small treats like your favorite snacks and drinks. Bakugou also pays attention to your behavior a lot. Since the two of you are always studying everyday after school, there will be times where you will be so worn out from training. If that's the case, Bakugou will go easier on you.

"I've heard from someone that Bakugou has feelings for her since first year." Hagakure whispered as she saw Uraraka approach the table. The conversation was cut short when your brown haired friend arrived at the table with her pork katsu don. She looked between everyone, wondering why you all grew silent all of a sudden.

"What were you guys talking about?" she asked, taking a seat next to you. Acting completely natural like a smartass you were, you decided to just continue eating your lunch as if you were never a part of the conversation to begin with.

"We were talking about how there's this rumour of Bakugou having a crush on you since first year." Ashido chirped. Uraraka let out a noise akin to surprise before waving her hands defensively.

"Wh-Wha!? That's not possible!" she said quickly before glancing over at the ash blonde and then towards you.

"Why not?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W-Well, that's because....." the girl seemed a bit nervous and you see her glancing at Bakugou a couple of times.

You rested your elbow on the table, letting out a knowing hum. It didn't take long for you to get the hint that Uraraka might actually reciprocate his feelings. A small frown was etched on your face as you looked away from the girl seated next to you. Bakugou would never just suddenly stop to stare at someone, especially knowing that he can be caught staring. It was just as you had suspected earlier. 'To think that I thought there's something special between me and Bakugou.' you thought to yourself, keeping yourself out of the conversation while the girls teased Uraraka for getting so defensive.

The next day, Bakugou was packing his things and thinking ahead. He could already hear you grumbling something to yourself as you cleared your own desk, preparing to head back. There was a homework assigned to everyone and you will — for sure — be begging him to help you with it, even though its due in 2 weeks and you have plenty of time. Just as he was about to call out your name, Kaminari and Kirishima approached his desk.

“Hey Bakugou! Some of us are planning to go watch a movie after school, want to join?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at this, looking slightly annoyed.

"Why would I wanna go with you extras?" the ash blonde grumbled.

"Because it will be fun! Everyone is coming right?" Kaminari turned towards the group of girls that has gathered around your desk.

"Yeah, most of us are!" Ashido chirped happily. 

"Come on Bakugou-kun! I think its a great opportunity for you and [First Name]-chan to take a break once in a while. And besides, she's been looking forward to this movie." Uraraka told the ash blonde.

Bakugou glanced over at you, seeing that you were somewhat looking forward to relax today. It was Friday, and probably the best day to take a break from all that studying. The ash blonde had been pushing you a bit too hard and maybe this is his chance. Bakugou reluctantly agreed but not before telling them to not chose some stupid movie. He shook his head, telling himself that he's not doing this just because he thinks that you deserve a break and that he likes you or anything. Just as he finished packing, he looked over towards you, seeing Hagakure approach your table with a skip.

"[First Name], let's go watch a movie! Even Bakugou is joining! Ochaco-chan just invited him." she exclaimed, motioning to the ash blonde who glared back at her. Your excitement died down a bit, glancing between your invisible friend and Bakugou.

"Um, I think I will pass! I think I'm gonna start with that homework we're given, it's gonna take me a while to finish that after all." you said, quickly gathering your items.

Seeing you leave the class quickly made him confused. Uraraka muttered about how weird it was for you to skip out on going out, especially knowing that you were all going to go watch a movie that you have been looking forward to for so long. Bakugou decided that it was not worth his time to think too much into it and leave you be. He's not your babysitter and it doesn't matter to him what you do anyways. All while he was watching movie, he was thinking about how you should've been here watching the movie.

Just when he thought your behavior on that day was only you not being your normal self ― you did something that he had never expected before. It happened on the day after the movies. He had already expected you to be knocking onto his door and begging him to explain to you about all the homeworks that were given and about that Science quiz on Monday. Sure you came to his room with a handful of your notes and textbooks ― like usual. Your hair was slightly messy from hurrying to meet up with him at the same time ― like usual. It was nothing out of the ordinary, something you both were accustomed to. You always came late, looking like you just rolled off the bed and went straight here.

It was the same old routine until he heard those words.

"Sorry Bakugou! I'm going to be studying with Momo-chan today, she's offered to partner up for the Japanese History project." you announced.

"Hah?" was all Bakugou could only respond with. He was confused. Normally, you would be begging him to become your partner because you're so used to him. What has changed in you?

"Also.....she offered to help me with my studies so you don't have to waste your time on me anymore. Thanks, Bakugou. I won't be bothering you starting from today onwards." you bowed and quickly left him behind.

'Whatever, I don't care.' was what Bakugou said to himself.

There was so much that he wanted to tell you. But he made no effort to call out to you as you hurriedly made a run for it to the elevator. He shouldn't be bothered by this so much. After all, he was only teaching you because Aizawa told him to. The ash blonde told himself that over and over but he couldn't help but longingly stare at your back as you ran away from him as if he was the plague. 'There's no turning back on this. I made up my mind to not be a burden anymore!’ you told yourself. From that point on, you made it a goal to not interact with Bakugou at all.

He was already confused to why you decided to have him to stop tutoring you in the first place. Bakugou didn't seem to bothered by it that much but it did make a lot of people ask him about what happened between the two of you. The two of you were normally seen together most of time and to see you both on your own is just weird. You were now spending time with the girls most of the time and instead of Bakugou, you had moved on to asking other people to assist you with homework.

He wasn't going to lie but the thought of you running to others and asking for help didn't sit well with him.

Today after school, you were seen in the common area doing your homework together with Yaoyorozu. Bakugou had went down from his room to get himself a drink. Now that he doesn't have to teach you anymore, he was much more free. He could finish his homework much faster than usual. Bakugou watched as you grinned happily after being praised for getting some work done. On his way to the kitchen, he passed by Kirishima who looked like he was taking a break from his own studying. 

"Hey, did you two have an argument or something?" Kirishima asked Bakugou who had opened the fridge to get his drink.

"Hah? What you on about?"

"I'm talking about [First Name]. All of a sudden you stopped partnering with her and tutoring her." the red haired mentioned as he looked over at you.

"Why should I care what she does anyway? She's not my girlfriend!" he said, glancing at you in hopes that you did not hear him at all. Lucky for him, you were too immersed in the conversation that you were having with your partner to even care about what was going on in the kitchen.

"But don't you both like each other or something?"

"Who said that!?"

"It's pretty obvious, bro."

Bakugou really doesn't want to admit it but he really likes you ― a bit too much that its starting to get obvious. He was now starting to get worried that you might catch on to his feelings. He looked at you for a moment, watching as you worked on a few tough questions, eyes narrowed at the book in front of you. It was a habit that he learned after being with you for so long and he never said it out loud but you look very cute like that. After a while, Midoriya and Uraraka joined you and Yaoyorozu. Bakugou's eyes narrowed at Midoriya who was helping you with some of the questions.

That should've been him! ― was what he told himself. 

Little did he know, you heard the commotion in the kitchen. Though whatever Kirishima and Bakugou was talking about was unknown to you, you could feel them looking at you. Shaking your head in response, you reminded yourself that you vowed to not get in Bakugou's way anymore. When Midoriya and Uraraka joined your study session, you decided to just focus on your homework now. You can’t lie about the fact that you missed Bakugou’s company. Even though he was always impatient and complaining about how slow you are, he never once left you on your own. Not to mention, he was surprisingly a great teacher.

The Bakusquad ― Bakugou never really liked and approval of that name ― were hanging out in the common area. Bakugou was here against his will, dragged by Kirishima and Kaminari who wanted to play some games together. At the dining table, a few students from Class 1-A were gathered around sharing some treats while the Bakusquad played some games by the couch. Bakugou was seated on one end of the two seater sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and rethinking his life choices.

"There was this rumour that you like Uraraka or something." Kirishima mused while he looked through his phone.

"What?" Kaminari suddenly perked up, drawing his attention away from the video game.

"Hah?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

”I’m talking about Bakubro here!” the red head male spoke a bit louder to gain the other boys’ attention.

”Oh now that you mention it, I remember! There was this rumour going on about Bakugou liking Uraraka or something.” Sero piped up, not drawing his eyes away from the game he was playing against Kaminari.

“I thought Bakugou was dating [Last Name] already.” Kaminari pointed out.

”I know right?! I know they both like each other but are afraid to admit it.” Kirishima added in with a triumphant smile.

“No one fucking said that.” Bakugou glared at the boys who began to give him the looks.

”Come on, you were so overprotective of her at that one time when we studied in the library together!” Kirishima started, now his posture upright and eyes filled with determination.

”Oh right! When there were these random people hitting on her, you sure told them off!” Kaminari added to Kirishima’s anecdote.

”But there seems to be some tension between the two of you right now.” the blonde hummed, pausing the game to turn his attention to the conversation.

It took him that conversation to actually realize how much your ignorance has affected him. Not only did you decide not to ask for his help anymore, but you made it your mission to avoid him at all costs. You avoided sitting with him during lunch, not partnering up with him during hero training and clearly turning down invites from your friends whenever you hear that Bakugou will be joining as well. He had confronted you in front of everyone, demanding you to meet up with him. 

And of course, it was hard to run away when he asked you right in front of everyone. The only solution Bakugou came up to get you back and clear this up was to confess his undying love to you. 

You were really nervous to talk to him and for some reason, you had a feeling that you were going to have your heart broken. Bakugou, by all means, isn't oblivious and notices a lot of things around you. So it was no surprise that he realized that something is up with you and that you are ignoring him. He probably has figured out the reason behind you avoiding him already. And you couldn't help but think your reason was really dumb.

“Look, I have no idea what you’re telling but let me just say this.” you started it first, as you don’t wanna regret not saying anything any sooner.

”But I want to tell you that I don’t want to get in your way anymore. And I approve if you want to date Ochaco-chan." you were fiddling with your fingers. So you were aware of this rumour but never made the move to ask Bakugou himself if this was true and decided to just blindly believe in some stupid rumour that some random extra had spread. Bakugou almost wanted to strangle whoever did this because it gave you stupid ideas.

"You are a fucking idiot for believing in some extra's words instead of asking me. Why the hell did you avoid me instead of confront me about the rumours, hah?" the ash blonde was trying his best to remain calm and patient.

"Because.....I was afraid that those rumours are true." you admitted.

"And I'm here to tell you that its not fucking true. Round Face is madly in love with fucking Deku and she's not even trying to hide it. Everyone fucking knows that." he told you.

"So you don't like her?" you asked.

"Stop doubting my words." he flicked your forehead. You shut your eyes and rubbed at the sore spot, muttering a few words about how unnecessary that forehead flick was. Seeing how you looked very unconvinced with his words, his hands squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to make eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, you little shit. I am going to say this once and I am not going to repeat this. Because I have no fucking idea why you are so blind to all of this. You can be dumb at lot of things and frankly, I'm glad that you are." he sighed and you let out a gasp, offended by his words.

"Hey, I'm not dumb―" he cuts you off by squeezing your cheeks to the point where your words were all muffled.

"You're so helpless in your studies without me, its like you can't live without me. But it makes me feel special because you never ask someone else for help and always look for me. Even though you're shit at your studies, you have a really freaking strong quirk. You can be so fucking annoying and drive me insane sometimes but goddamn, how can you be so fucking adorable at the same time?" Bakugou started to get a bit frustrated now and he almost couldn't believe the words he was saying right now. 

You reached to grab his hands and pried them off your face to allow yourself to speak.

"I am not going to listen to you do this any further―"

Once again, Bakugou cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You were startled but after a brief seconds, you started to kiss him back. It's what you imagined it to be like, sweet yet fiery at the same time. You melt into the kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek while he cards his hand through your hair. You were the one to pull away first, taking a deep breath and you held your gaze. Bakugou looks oddly calm but you could see the red tint on your cheeks that was starting to reach the tips of his ears.

"You're red."

"Oh shut up, you're ruining the fucking mood."

Total: 3593 words Published: 07.06.2021

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[soramei]

Intentional - Part 5

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 4.0k

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There was a pause in the phone call.

You started biting your nails, instantly regretting what you had just done. Basking in your stupidity, you could only wait for his response, for it was too late to retract what you had just said. Your day must have been worse than you thought. It must have been so bad that you had the nerve to ask Bang Chan — an idol, a person with a strict schedule, somebody who you had an argument with — to come over to your pathetic little apartment.

You kept nibbling on your fingers.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

You froze, eyes wide.

“Huh?” You were bewildered. You weren’t even expecting an answer, much less this.

“It’s cold this late at night,” he explained, “I’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t know what to say. You heard rustling on the other side of the call.

“Wait, I’ll tell you my address,” you blurted out.

“You did,” he said.

You frowned, trying to remember if you did or not. That’s right. You blushed at the memory of your first day of work.

“Oh yeah, umm, I’ll hang up now.” You awkwardly said, hanging up before Bang Chan could fit another word in.

You were a statue in your own apartment, clinging on to the last words exchanged on your phone. In actuality, you didn’t know why you asked him to come over. It was just blurted out in the moment. Or maybe it was a result of your extremely frustrating day. Either way, you felt extremely embarrassed that you did so, especially so late at night.

You started boiling some water, still trying to rationalize what you had just done. This was normal for friends, right? Na-eun and Yoojin came over just yesterday and you were friends with both of them. You knew for a fact that you two were friends, but you still couldn’t find an explanation for the strange feeling in your chest whenever you were around him.

Turning your phone on, you checked your face in the selfie camera. It was a miracle that your makeup didn’t smudge off. You thanked your new ‘CLIO’ foundation cushion, it looked like all that time you spent doing your makeup didn’t go to waste. You stared at your reflection for a couple more seconds before turning your phone off. Why did it matter what you looked like anyways? You wiped off any remaining lipstick with the back of your hand.

The kettle started rumbling, letting you know that the water was ready. You took out your mug to prepare some tea. It was a bad idea to have tea this late at night, but there was something about your mother’s tea that could knock a grown man out.

Sipping your tea, you turned on Youtube to an episode of a Korean web-drama that was getting really popular. It was another one with some rich CEO and a clumsy average girl, but you still watched, fully enamoured. On the recommendations list, there was a video with Felix — the other person you saw at the cafeteria on your first day — on the thumbnail. I can never escape from work, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.

You clicked on it anyways, just to pass the time. Watching through the video, you were shocked by the production value. Well, that, and Bang Chan. Whether it was hair and makeup or just his acting, he was so different from the person you knew in real life. You were in awe by his natural charisma gleaming at you through the screen as it was a rare quality that few people you knew possessed. Embarrassingly, you found your eyes drawn to only him in every group shot. He looked good in an apron.

You got distracted by more random videos before clicking back on your drama. The next episode was just about to start when the buzzer to your apartment rang.

It was Bang Chan.

Hurriedly, you shuffled towards your door. With your hand on the handle, you took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he smiled back. He was leaning over you, his forearm on the doorframe. His coat was bulky, almost engulfing his whole upper body. He was wearing the same beanie you saw on multiple occasions, and in his hand was a white plastic bag.

You stepped aside, silently gesturing for him to come inside. He took your hint and sauntered in the room, head turning left and right to observe his surroundings.

“It’s not much,” you blushed, realizing how small your apartment really was. You could basically see all your belongings from the center of the room.

“No, it’s cute.” Bang Chan looked at you, taking his hat off. His dimple peaked out. “I brought some leftovers from that barbecue place. The kids and I went there after our shoot today.”

So that was what the bag was. With only food on your mind, you rushed to help hang Bang Chan’s coat before setting the table up.

The food was really good. They were leftovers, but it was so good. Stuffing a bite of pork belly in your mouth, you sighed. Where was this food earlier today?

“It’s good, right?” Bang Chan asked whilst chewing on a piece of meat. “I’ll take you next time.”

It was like he read your mind. You nodded eagerly in response, to which Bang Chan replied with a smirk.

“So, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “how was your date today?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to remember that embarrassment of a night. It was such a pity too, because that man was probably the most gorgeous man you’ve ever witnessed. You swore he had just stepped out of a webtoon when you first met him.

“It was alright,” you shrugged. It was difficult to reflect on the date without putting a damper on your mood, but maybe vocalizing it would have helped ease your discomfort. “He compared me to a model, you know.”

Bang Chan chuckled, making you look up in confusion.

“Was it because you looked exactly like the model?”

“No,” you replied.

His face immediately fell. “You’re kidding, right? Y/n, tell me you don’t believe anything that loser said. He’s got to be something below garbage if he was comparing two women.”

“Thanks, Chan.” You tried to force a grin on your face. “I appreciate it.”

There was a pause.

“I know my opinion means nothing, but Y/n, I think you’re beautiful.”

You stared into Bang Chan’s eyes, frozen like a statue. Your heart was beating so loud that you could hear it more than you could feel it. He stared back at you from across the table; mouth parted, breaths uneven.

You’ve received many compliments before, to which you would always reply with a smile and a quick ‘thank you’. However, it felt as if your brain malfunctioned in this moment and your heart was the only thing keeping you alive. You could still feel your body, but you couldn’t think.

“Thank you, Chan.” You awkwardly coughed, blushing profusely. Immediately focusing your eyes at the table, you couldn’t bear to keep looking at him.

The two of you ate in silence, with only the tapping of chopsticks adding to the ambience of the room. You wanted to make conversation with him, but you did not want to be the first one to break the silence. It frustrated you that you were so shy right now as you’ve never been like this back home.

To heck with it, you thought. There was no need to be shy around him.

“So,” you still couldn’t look him in the face, “any shows you’ve been watching lately?”

Small talk was good. You could do small talk.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to watch this Transformers movie for quite a while.”

“Transformers?” You’ve never heard of that one. It must’ve been an American movie.

“Seriously?” his eyes widened. “You’ve never seen Transformers before? Oh, we’ve gotta watch it now.”

“You wanna?” you smiled. “I haven’t used my TV since moving in.”

“Mhm, let’s do it.” He stuffed the rest of the leftovers in his mouth before standing up and clearing the table.

You watched him clear the table in a trance. You should have offered to help since it was your own home, but watching the veins on his hands appear and disappear was way more interesting. Watching him, you suddenly remembered the hoodie.

“Oh, that’s right!” You exclaimed, shuffling over to the bag with the hoodie in it. Taking Bang Chan’s black hoodie out, you held it up to him with both hands.

He looked down at you and chuckled.

“Keep it,” he took it from your hands and slipped the hoodie over your head. “At least until you buy a new jacket.”

“I will.” You rolled the sleeves of his hoodie higher to show your hands. You turned the light off, leaving only the floor lamp to illuminate your apartment. Grabbing the remote from your coffee table, you summoned Bang Chan over to the couch.

You turned on the TV, fooling around with the remote control for a few seconds before giving up.

“I give up.” You sighed. Pouting, you handed the remote over to Bang Chan. He took it from you and started reading the buttons.

“Netflix, right?” Bang Chan asked, to which you nodded. “There we go.”

He scrolled through the titles, looking for the coveted movie. Once he found the movie, he quickly selected it and turned the subtitles on. That was nice of him, you thought. Although you also studied english in university, it was nowhere near the level of watching a full english movie.

The title sequence started and you tried to immerse yourself in the movie. You watched in awe, surprised at the fast pace of the action already.

Fully engrossed, you started to sink your back into the couch. Half-way throughout the title scene, you felt Bang Chan stretch his arm behind you to rest on the back pillow. Suddenly, you started feeling too aware of your surroundings. You sat up straighter.

Throughout the whole movie, you caught wafts of Bang Chan’s cologne everytime he moved. He smelled like safety and familiarity.

You turned your head up a little to get a glimpse of his profile, mapping out every edge and curve of his face. The light illuminated the tip of his nose, along with his dewy cheekbones and chin. The plum of his lips were let slightly open, allowing his teeth to peek out slightly. You unconsciously let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?” He turned his body to face you.

You shook your head and focused on the movie.

The rest of the movie was pretty good, although it lost you at parts. You watched the end credits in silence, not knowing what to say.

“So,” Bang Chan cleared his throat beside you, “I should get going now. Since it’s late.”

You turned your head to face him, not realizing how close the two of you had physically gotten throughout the movie. Looking up at him, your face was inches away from his. His face was almost enveloped by the darkness of your apartment. You heard his breathing get heavier.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “you should.”

He didn’t get up though.

You heard his staggered breath as you kept looking in his eyes. The end credits had long been over by now. Your own breath was just as shaky and you heard your heart beat out of your chest.

He started leaning in. Slowly.

Your eyes widened. You gulped, your nerves snapped you back to reality all of a sudden. Wasn’t he supposed to be your friend? This wasn’t what friends did… Right?

Clearing your throat, you leaned back shyly.

“You should go. I don’t want the others to notice you’re gone.”

Silence.

“Yeah.” Bang Chan’s lips flattened in a line. Without another word, he stood up and walked towards your door.

You followed him in silence, hoping to at least send him off. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you watched as he put his boots on in the dark. He tied his laces, and with a nod, he opened the door and stepped out.

You were left with a sour taste in your mouth and a cloudiness in your head. Still standing in front of your door, you tried to process what had just happened. However, you couldn’t. All you could think about was the soft curls of his hair, the delicate threads of his eyelashes, and his lips. The dusty rose of his lips. The parting of his lips. Inviting you in.

You were frozen, looking at nothing particularly. The only thing on your mind was Bang Chan.

The door opened.

“Hey, sorry, I forgot my jack-”

His sentence never got a chance to complete itself as you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. As your lips touched his, you felt a fire ignite in you like nothing you’ve felt before. Your fingers clawed at the nape of his neck, wanting more. Wanting to be closer.

Almost immediately, Bang Chan responded. He was taken by shock at first, but his hands didn’t waste any time to grip your waist. You felt the muscles of his shoulders tighten as he pulled you closer.

He moved you back into your apartment by the waist, lips never leaving your own. You blindly shuffled backwards, only focused on trying to get closer to him. If that was even possible.

You ignored the clunking of his boots against your clean floor, allowing him to guide you to the couch. A whimper left his lips as you used your hand to comb through his hair, pulling it. His soft brown curls were silk against your fingertips.

The back of your legs hit the couch and he turned you around so he could sit on the couch. Your lips finally left his. You gasped for air, trying to steady your deep breaths.

Bang Chan’s breathing was synchronized with yours, his equally as unsteady. He reached his hands out again, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. You were a ragdoll, responding to whatever he wanted to do to you.

With each knee on either side of him, you gripped his jaw and kissed him again. The fire inside of you instantly reignited. It was addicting.

The two of you didn’t dare to separate from each other, only parting to gasp for air every now and then. Even in the dark, you could imagine the plum of his lips and the threads of his eyelashes. This drove the fire in you more.

“What if the boys realize you’re gone?” you breathed out the next time you parted from his lips. They were most likely sleeping, but the thought still worried you.

“Fuck them.” Bang Chan exhaled. Grabbing the back of your neck, he reconnected his lips with yours. You gladly complied.

His sloppy kisses slowly moved from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. This seemed to only edge him on as kept leaving sloppy kisses against your neck, all the while running his hands up and down your waist.

His cologne surrounded you, keeping you safe. Soon later, the adrenaline left the two of you, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing to fill the room. You brushed your thumb under his eye to which he deeply inhaled.

“Chan?” you said. He was leaving kisses all over your collarbone.

“Hmm?” He didn’t seem to pay much mind to what you were saying.

“It’s half past three. I really think you should get going.” You didn’t want him to leave, but you were almost sure he had another packed schedule for tomorrow.

“Mhmm.” Your words went in one ear and out the other as he made his way up your neck again. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and let out a small moan.

“C’mon, get up. How did you even get here, by the way?” It took everything in you to break away from his touch, but you were starting to get sleepy.

“Taxi.” He said, helping you get up from his lap. He stood up after you, brushing his hand against your waist one last time before making his way over to his jacket.

“You’re allowed to ride a taxi?” You tilted your head, sceptical.

He slipped his jacket on.

“No.” He peppered little kisses on your cheeks. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that now.”

You giggled, pushing him by his shoulders out the door. He played along, pretending to stumble with every step he took back.

“Text me when you get home,” you said, repeating what he said to you on your first day of work.

He nodded in response and winked before turning around to head home. As soon as the door shut, you slapped both hands against your face. Your little act of impulse had spun your head in spirals. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved at the fact that Bang Chan reciprocated your impulsive actions, or to worry that you had not only just kissed your coworker — but also a freaking idol. No one — not Manager Chen, your friends, or even anyone in the general public — could know about this. If they did, both your careers would be screwed.

You doted on this thought as you got ready for bed, only the worst possible outcome came to mind. If either your manager or his manager knew about what happened tonight, you could get fired. Or even blacklisted. You sat in bed, nervously biting your nails.

Your phone buzzed.

Bang Chan: Hey, I got home. Nobody’s awake… ^^

Bang Chan: Don’t think too much, alright? It’s late, go to sleep…

You felt relief reading his text. For some reason, he knew you were overthinking your actions. You decided to listen to his words and go to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, was very uneventful compared to the day before. You texted Bang Chan back when you woke up, but because of his busy schedule, he hadn’t had the time to reply yet.

Yoojin called in when you were eating lunch, asking about your date. You told her the truth, explaining how there would definitely not be a second date with that man. She sounded disappointed and vehemently tried to set you up with another man in her pool. You politely declined, thinking about your restless night with Bang Chan.

You finished some work ahead of time to free up the next week. Since you were invited to work with Manager Chen at the content shooting, you assumed that you could lessen your work stress ahead of time.

The shooting days were allocated for Friday and Saturday, with there being an overnight stay at the mountains. Whilst you didn’t know the arrangements for Stray Kids, you were informed that the production crew booked a small lodge for the team. You were excited to not only see a behind the scenes of a real shoot, but to also possibly form a closer relationship with Manager Chen.

You were thankful that you did some work ahead of time as Monday’s workload was so much lighter than usual. People were still coming to you with their ideas for the project, but with your other work done, you had the time to go through everybody’s ideas.

You didn’t hear from Bang Chan the whole day, which was nothing out of the blue. You remembered him showing his schedule to you once. The amount of things he had to do everyday had your eyes bulging out from their sockets. All of a sudden, you were thankful for your nine-to-five job.

The next couple of days ran the same way as your Monday, with you easily breezing through your workload. Since you had more time during your breaks at work, you took to exploring the part of the building that you could. You admired all the art, the trophies, the awards and memorabilia. Of course, you also spent more time with your new friend Na-eun.

On Thursday, the day before the shoot, you were helping the producers by translating some notes for the script. All was going smoothly, when you got a text.

It was from Bang Chan.

You weren’t going to lie; you were curious as to what he sent you. He was basically silent the whole week so far, and if you were being honest, you missed hearing his voice. And seeing his face. And feeling his hands brush against your waist.

Bang Chan: Come to my recording room… I’ve got something to show you.

Your eyes lit up right away, curious as to what he wanted to show you. Quickly checking the time, you decided to take your lunch break then and there. After all, you didn’t have much work left for the day anyways.

Locking up your computer, you zoomed inconspicuously past all the other cubicles and made your way to the elevators. You weaved through the hallways of his floor, praying that your memory didn’t escape you. It seemed like your memory was on your side today as you found yourself in front of a familiar set of doors. You didn’t bother to knock before going in.

Inside was Bang Chan: feet up on the desk, drinking from his iced coffee, concentrating on his producing software. You smiled. He looked so comfortable, even in an ‘office’.

He had his headset in, and didn’t seem to notice that you had entered. You went up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and immediately threw his feet off the desk and stood up upon seeing that it was you. You smirked.

“I should really put a ‘please knock’ sign on the door.” He cursed under his breath. He reached behind you to close the door.

You giggled.

“So, what do you have to show me?” you wondered aloud.

“A new song. Since the filming is tomorrow, the producers put me on a time crunch to finish the song by today.”

So that was why he was so busy, you thought. You didn’t realize how the sudden filming would have impacted his schedule for the month. Especially since it would take up two whole days.

He let you sit in his chair, and hovered over you to press play on the song. His chair smelled like his cologne.

As he was playing the song, your eyes drifted up to see his face. The face — even after only four days — you missed. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent. That, along with his disheveled hair, told you that he truly was dedicated to his work. You imagined him sitting where you were, two in the morning, sipping on his iced americano.

“You like it?” His eyes drifted towards you, resembling a puppy bringing a ball back to its owner.

“It’s amazing. I don’t know how you managed this in just a few days,” you said. And you were sincere too. You couldn’t imagine yourself doing any of this.

“Eh, you know, late nights.” he shrugged. “Wanna see another?”

You nodded, and the two of you began listening to another one of his songs. You listened in silent wonderment.

However, the silence didn’t last long as the two of you soon found yourselves on the couch: hands all over each other, lips the same. You were lying underneath him, his arms resting on either side of you to hold his weight up. Your lips never left his as you ran your hands up and down his defined biceps.

The two of you couldn’t stay away from each other. The sound of the songs that he had put on shuffle filled the room, along with a fleeting sigh of moan every now and then. Bang Chan’s hand had started wandering up your blouse when, all of a sudden, the door opened.

“Hey, I have the lyrics h-” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide.

Crap.

[mianavs]

the mission

Falling in Stockholm part 3

a/n: more revelations of the past and the mission that started it all

tw: smut, dubcon, yandere, mind break, imprisonment

wc: 3k

Falling in Stockholm

The moment Dabi locked the door, your miserable wait began. Time was meaningless in your brightly lit cell with no clock, calendar, or window to reassure you that it existed. The pain from his attacks subsided into a dull ache that let you relax and doze off from exhaustion. You eventually stopped trying to activate your quirk. It hadn’t worked ever since he’d injected you with that serum and the possibility that he’d managed to render you quirk-less plagued your thoughts.

Sleep came and went for you during your wait. The pain from your binds would bring you back from your slumber. The continued friction from the rough rope wore down your raw skin until warm blood pushed through the surface and lightly coated your wrists; you wondered if Dabi would arrive before the wounds festered. The blisters on your forearms, though painful, hadn’t burst yet to your relief. In your immobile situation, treating your burns was impossible and the blisters provided protection from infections. You looked down at the burnt handprint on your suit which revealed red marred flesh that was beginning to swell painfully against your clothing.

When it wasn’t your cuts or burns that woke you, it was your gut-wrenching hunger which had gone beyond mild growling and was painfully contorting against itself seeking food it didn’t have. It was the intensity of your hunger that drove you to act on the unfeasible act of getting to the fridge.

Using your abdominal muscles, you swung your bound legs back and forth until you began shifting slightly from your original spot. You alternated shifting your weight between your legs and your upper arms until you began to make even more progress on route to the fridge on the other side of the room. Your wounds screamed in pain as you pathetically shuffled on the ground but your hunger took over all your senses and the only thing on your mind was the need to satisfy it.

By the time you reached the fridge, blood and sweat covered your aching body but the elation from reaching the fridge made it all worth it. You nudged your shaky bound hands between the door and the fridge and pulled with all the strength you could muster. Expecting the door to swing open and possibly hit your mid-section, you were dumbfounded when the door remained closed no matter how hard you pulled on it. You were confused until you glanced up and saw a metal hatch attached to the fridge that held the door in place.

You screamed until your voice gave out. Hot tears streamed down your face as you slammed your face against the door repeatedly until your vision went hazy and the pain from your bloodied nose overcame the frustration and anger you felt when you realized your efforts had been for naught. You wouldn’t get to eat unless he let you.

The longer you lay on the floor in agony, the easier it was to succumb to your dark memories. Your first ‘training’ session with the Mayor resurfaced. He had been so eager to test your quirk to it’s limits that he had paid no mind to your young age and inexperience and inflicted pain you’d never felt before. After hours of excruciating pain, he left you with broken bones and in a puddle of blood, sweat, and tears for an entire day.

The almost identical situation you were in sent you into hysterics once again. You were forced to come to terms with the fact that you hadn’t gotten stronger. Just like that eight-year-old girl, you were abducted easily and forced into another jail cell to be tortured by another captor. All of your training and education to strengthen your quirk and body meant nothing and you felt as helpless as you did the day your parents were murdered in front of you by the Mayor.

Plagued by the repressed memories of your time with the Mayor, you didn’t even react when Dabi eventually came through the door. Your hazy vision didn’t see the momentary surprise on his face before he set down the bags he’d been carrying and took you into his arms to examine the damage.

Your face was covered in dried blood that matched the stain on the door of the fridge. Your suit was further torn from shuffling across the concrete floor. The worst, however, had to be your wounds that had begun to fester.

You didn’t protest when he ripped off the rest of your suit and removed your soiled underwear until you were bare before him. With care you didn’t know Dabi possessed, he gently set you down in a tub of warm water. You couldn’t help the tears that escaped when the water soothed your sore muscles and kissed your wounds. Wanting nothing more than to close your eyes and sleep, you were brought to reality by the sloshing of water and Dabi’s rough hands lifting you up slightly then setting you back down between his legs.

Another person’s warmth was something you never craved as a result of your childhood and growing up an orphan. In your current state, however, even you fell victim to the base human need to find comfort in others during difficult situations. Sweet inviting heat radiated off of Dabi’s chest and you easily rested your body on his, letting your eyes close in the process. You were only mildly aware of your surroundings as you let yourself relax. You felt his hands lather soap all over your body but that was all you felt as sleep won over and you drifted off.

You woke up to the sting of ointment on your wounds. Sitting on Dabi’s lap wrapped in only a towel, you watched as he meticulously cleaned and wrapped your thigh and wrists. He then shifted and carefully lifted you up only to realize you were awake.

“Sit here while I wrap your ankles.” His touch was light and careful as he cleaned the red skin of your ankles and then wrapped each one in a white bandage that he fastened with a clip. You couldn’t help but watch him as he worked at a steady pace until he gently set down your foot. You thought of running away but the lock on the door prevented you from acting on your impulse.

Dabi left but quickly returned with a change of clothes that you recognized as yours and you lifted your head in confusion.

“I stopped by your flat,” he replied and when you didn’t move, he spoke again. “Do you need help?”

You shook your head and wondered if he would stay as you fished for your underwear only to see Dabi closing the door behind him. You put on the sweatpants and shirt Dabi gave you and opened the door to a familiar scent that made your mouth water. On the table was a spread of your favorite foods: okonomiyaki, tonkatsu, and dorayaki.

You approached the table cautiously but noticed the two sets of chopsticks and the nod Dabi gave you as he set two bottles of water by your plate. You sat down and swallowed the saliva that filled your mouth as Dabi filled your plate with the delicious-smelling food. After he served himself and sat down, you picked up your chopsticks with trembling hands and picked up a piece of the breaded pork.

One taste and you were scarfing down the food eager to satisfy your hunger only to be stopped by Dabi slamming his chopsticks down and glowering at you.

“Slow down or I’ll take it away.”

You finished your meal slowly which you realized would prevent you from throwing it all up after not eating for a long time. Wondering exactly how much time had passed, you addressed your captor for the first time since his return.

“How long have I been here?” Dabi regarded you for a moment before taking a swig of beer. “About five days…gonna be six tomorrow.”

“Where did you go?” You pushed your luck unsure if it would end badly for you.

“Work.” He went back to finishing his share of the dorayaki and you couldn’t help glancing at the exit.

Were there other people around or was the building isolated from everyone?

Even if you did get out what would be on the other side?

“It’s locked,” He interrupted your thoughts and you looked away knowing it was useless without the key.

“So drugs and human trafficking?” He sent a confused but agitated look your way and you continued. “Your work. That’s what your gang specializes in, right?”

Dabi mulled over your words until he broke into a smirk. “Oh, is that what they told you about those idiots? I thought they’d be more creative—”

“What are you talking about?” You got agitated quickly when people kept you in the dark about something and Dabi was obviously doing just that. “Whose they?”

“The Hero Public Safety Commission,” he replied nonchalantly. “Didn’t they tell you to gather evidence on a band of no-name villains?”

His use of the exact phrase Takeru had told you shook you to your core and your mind raced to conjure an explanation. “H-How do you know that?!”

“Do you still not get it?” He grinned taking in your rigid form. “They set you up. We came to a deal. I offered them intel on some villains in exchange for you.”

A choked sob erupted from your throat and you starred at Dabi in horror as his words registered in your mind. You had hoped the HPSC would eventually find your location and rescue you but Dabi’s revelation killed any hope of being saved. You stood up and Dabi mimicked you waiting for you to make your move and pounce on you like a predator.

“They were pretty eager to get rid of you. You were too much of a danger to them and the rest of hero society.”

Your head throbbed and a ringing noise assaulted your ears the more Dabi explained the mission to you. Air became scarce and you began hyperventilating. With your heart drumming against your chest and your vison blurring, you took a step but your legs gave out beneath you. On the ground, you drew your legs to your chest and grasped your head.

“W-WHY?!” Your whole world crumbled in that moment and you fell into the dark pits of despair.

Dabi came down next to you and took you into his arms. He pressed your head against his chest and rocked you back in forth letting you ride out your panic attack. You gripped his cotton shirt and soaked it with your angry tears repeating the question you’d asked.

“They didn’t want a hero raised by villains to rise the ranks and gain influence. They couldn’t let you ruin their twisted system of heroes.”

“B-but I’m not a v-villain! I just want to save people and live a decent life! Why can’t t-they see that?!”

Dabi lifted you up in his arms and took you to the bed. “They don’t deserve you, Y/N. They sabotaged your career but it’s okay now. You’re here with me where you belong.”

Before you could get away, Dabi had you pinned down on the bed careful not to press on your bandaged wrists. You struggled against him but his grip only tightened and memories of the last time you’d angered him reminded you off his quirk. He began to press open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck eliciting a gasp from your lips.

“We’ll get them back for everything they did to you. We’ll destroy them the same way they destroyed you. I’d do that and so much more for you, Y/N.”

His words should have repulsed you. You should have pushed him off and told him you didn’t want anything he had to offer. You should have tried to run away even if it got you punished. You should have done anything except what you were doing—what you were letting him do—but Dabi’s revelation changed everything. You didn’t know where you belonged. Hero society didn’t want you so why were you so desperate to get back?

Dabi interrupted your musings by pressing his hard-on against your clothed sex and nipping the skin on your collarbone. You bit your lip to muffle your moans as he moved his mouth to your ear and licked the skin around it. You were a quaking mess when his mouth claimed yours. The cold hard metal on his face made you gasp and his tongue was inside in no time. Your weakened mental state worked against you and the pleasure from kisses and thrusts against your sex wore you down. You gripped his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

He broke away first, the string of saliva breaking and dribbling down your flushed face. His shit faced smirk almost made you regret your decision—until he took off your pants and underwear and buried himself between your legs. His warm tongue that alternated between lapping and sucking on your clit combined with the cool metal staples had you gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through your body and your moans and cries echoed off the walls.

After coming undone on his mouth for the third time, he raised his head and took off his shirt to reveal the pattern of scarred skin, staples, and pale skin that matched his face. Whether your reaction to his flesh angered him, his face showed no indication and he went back to taking off the rest of your clothes. Fully conscious as opposed to how you were hours ago in the bath, you flushed as he greedily took in your splayed naked form before settling in between your thighs and languidly running his tongue up until he reached your left breast and licked the already hardened nipple while he flicked and pinched the right one.

He alternated between the two making your mind go blank from the intense pleasure he was giving you. Your sex was gushing once again just from him playing with your chest and you tugged on his hair to get his attention.

“Please…I need—I need it.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it and Dabi smirked knowingly.

“Say it and I’ll give it to you,” he replied before returning to your left nipple and biting down on it making you tear up in pain and pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck me, please.”

He released your nipple with a pop and took his weight off you. You observed him as he unbuckled his jeans and took them off to reveal his tented boxers. He released his cock as he climbed back on the bed but your eyes remained on the pre that coated his head and dribbled down his shaft. As he settled between your legs and guided his cockhead towards your entrance, regret and apprehension dampened your desire.

“Wait, I don’t— HNNGH!”

Dabi sank in and bottomed out in one swift motion. His thick girth stretched you out painfully despite not being a virgin and you were sure you’d bleed. You tried shifting to get him off you but Dabi began mercilessly thrusting into your aching cunt despite your protests.

“Hurts—AH! It hurts!”

“Too hard—s’ too fast! Agh!”

“Shhh…I’ll make it feel good.” Dabi shifted slightly until he sat on the bed while gripping your hips and pulling you towards him. He then resumed thrusting at a much slower pace but his balls still slapped your skin and the head of his cock reached your cervix each time. The slapping noises of his skin on yours sounded wetter and you could feel the pleasure begin to bubble once again. His fingers suddenly began rubbing circles around your clit while the other traveled up and played with your nipples. With your pleasure at the brim, you lifted your hips to allow Dabi to hit that spot and you were soon rewarded with your release.

“Cum—I’m gonna cu—!” Your cum gushed out while you collapsed back on the bed, a spent and twitching mess.

Dabi wasted no time in letting you rest before he pulled you up on his lap and guided your hips with his hands. Placing wet kisses all over your neck and chest, he built up your pleasure once again until you were the one raising and slamming your hips down on his thick length.

“Fuck! Your cunt’s so good.” His warm breath tickled your neck before he bit down.

His praises made your cunt twitch even more and your hands traveled to his back where you scratched his back trying to hold on to your mind as the friction from your bodies and his deep thrusts fogged your senses until all you could feel was ecstasy as you bounced on his cock.

“Gonna cum! Argh—Milk my fucking cock! Take my cum—F-Fuck!”

Overstimulated, your walls convulsed around him and you soaked his lower stomach with your release. Seeing you squirt sent Dabi over the edge and his hot semen filled your cunt and dribbled out of you when he pulled out.

Panting and covered in sweat, you collapsed on his chest wanting nothing more than to sleep. Dabi held you in his arms until both your breathing evened out and heart rates returned to normal. He then lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom where he set you on the toilet seat and gently cleaned the cum and blood off your legs and sex. After cleaning himself off, he took you back to the bed, helped you dress, laid you down on the bed, and covered you with a warm blanket.

You could cry from how warm and soft the bed was compared to the cold hard floor you’d lain on over the past few days. In your exhausted state, the pain and suffering Dabi had put you through resurfaced and tears of frustration framed your eyes.

Dabi settled next to you, brought you to his chest, and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You hated yourself in that moment as you cried in your kidnapper’s chest while he rubbed comforting circles on your back. You shook and sobbed in anger but Dabi only hugged you closer and kissed the top of your head.

“I-I hate y-you! Y-you ruined m-my life!” You wailed but gripped his tear-soaked shirt. “What a-am I supposed t-to do now?!”

“Shhh…you’ll get used to this. Once you’re obedient we’ll be happy together, you’ll see.”

You weren’t used to sleeping next to someone else; having their warmth envelop your body and listening to the gentle beating of their heart. It was a foreign sensation but you quickly found out that sleeping in Dabi’s arms brought you more comfort than you’d felt in a long time. It reminded you of warm Sunday mornings and walking hand-in-hand with your parents to the park. That night you didn’t dream of pain and suffering with the Mayor or past missions the HPSC sent you on. You dreamt of your parents and how happy you’d been once upon a time.

[writing-gifts]

both sides of the viewfinder chp. 4

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader  (they are also gn)

18+ content!!

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: i was not quicker with the next update lol, but im tired of reading over it so gonna just throw it out there now since im mostly happy with it!

anyways, resort time babeyyy 😎

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You try not to show it but you're filled with excitement. You've never been to a resort and Bruno had offered to pay for your expenses. Of course you were only willing to let him pay half (which was the lowest you could get him to go).

The two of you had been playing a game of sorts ever since your little session in the dressing room. Even though the both of you wanted to finish what you started, you had wordlessly decided to see how long the other would last before giving in. You couldn't really call it romantic but you did know there was lust involved--a lot.

The game had honestly made you quite bold and taught you some patience. Of course you still had some close calls though, and filming Bruno at work had made it that much harder for you. It wasn't fair and you made sure to let the man know this, but he just coyly smiled and told you he was ready to go whenever you were.

You drop your luggage in front of the bed you and Bruno would be sharing for the next week. At first, you assumed you would both be in separate rooms since you weren't an actual item, but Bruno wasn't having any of it which you were glad for. You wanted to get as much alone time as you could with him during this vacation.

You get closer to the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony. The location was perfect and you had a nice view of the beach from here. You had never seen such blue water or white sand. And you could already feel yourself sprawled out on a towel next to a shirtless Bruno.

"Like the view?" Bruno asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

You nod. "This is great! Thank you again for inviting me."

"Of course. I didn't want to go a whole week without seeing you."

You try to force down the smile that appears on your face in response but it's obvious and you know Bruno already saw it.

He smiles, reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek. However, you close your eyes to avoid his very intense and persuading gaze.

"Gonna have to try harder than that," you say under breath as you turn back to the balcony.

"...I didn't expect you to last this long. You've definitely proved me wrong."

"And I'm going to win too." You stick out your tongue.

Bruno smirks but says nothing more before going to unpack his luggage. You eventually pull yourself away from the view to do the same.

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You lay on your back, sunglasses on your face as you let the sun warm you. You were still pretty full from brunch and any moment now you expected to fall asleep. 'Til then, you watch Irene, Eli and Jocelyn goofing off in the water and sand.

The group decided to start the day together off at the beach. Which was perfect because today was going to be about relaxation, at least for you anyways. You all had time to get rowdy later if you wanted to anyways.

"____?"

You turn your head to look at Bruno who currently lays on his front. His sun hat sits on the back of his head to keep that part of him shaded.

"If you don't mind, can you put sunscreen on me? It's been awhile since I last did."

"Sure," you say. You should probably put some on too when you're done.

You walk on your knees to grab the bottle out of Bruno's bag and then crawl your way over to him.

You couldn't help but take a moment to admire his tanned back. The muscles along it were a lovely sight and of course being the horny bastard that you are, your eyes drift down towards his ass. He had a cute butt that you had seen many times but still weren't tired of.

You suddenly remember a scene where Bruno was getting railed and need to take a moment to calm down.

Maybe one day…

"Hello?" Bruno pulls you from your inappropriate imaginings.

"Right, right--sunscreen."

You scooch up next to him and move to place your knees on either side of his hips so you can sit on his upper thighs.

Bruno looks over his shoulder at you with a raised brow, causing his hat to fall off, but you smile innocently.

"Relax," you say.

He squints but lays his head back on his arms.

Once you squeeze and rub the cool, sweet smelling cream on your hands you bring them to his shoulders. You spread the cream following the lines of his muscles on his upper back before sliding lower.

You spend a little more time on his lower back then you should, and the dimples that rest above his ass get special attention.

The man's hips shift oh so slightly and you look up and see that his eye is closed and his brow furrowed.

You scoot up and lean forward. "I could do your front too," you whisper in his ear.

"We are in public."

You jolt at the gruff voice a small distance away. Sitting up, you see Abbacchio scowling at the two of you from the giant parasol he's sitting under.

You sigh but move off Bruno before the goth kills you with his glare.

"You're right. Sorry," Bruno says.

You weren't sorry but nod anyways. It's not like you two were doing anything that obvious. Just some teasing. And there was barely anyone outside your friend group out here!

"Just keep it out of my sight." Abbacchio taps the airpods in his ear before returning his attention to the ocean.

After you all get your fill of the beach, which goes well into the evening, it's time to get ready for dinner.

Since it was the first official day of your vacation you all want something more casual but still on the expensive side. So you all eventually decide on Korean BBQ.

"I'm just glad you two didn't try to fuck each other on the beach," Irene says. "Even if it would have been fun to watch…"

Okay so maybe you weren't as discrete as you thought. Abbacchio throws an unimpressed look directly at you and Bruno, but you choose to ignore it.

"I was just putting sunscreen on him I swear…"

Eli smirks at you. "This picture says otherwise."

Your brows raise when they show you and Bruno the image on their phone.

Your cheeks go hot and you look down at your plate. "Why did you even take a picture of that?"

"Memories!"

Jocelyn barks out a laugh. "You have a weird taste in memories cause that's the last thing I'd want to remember!"

You roll your eyes but you know it was in good fun. Bruno seems mildly amused anyways.

Not willing to entertain the topic any further, you pick up a piece of grilled pork from your plate. As you bring it to your mouth, you feel Bruno's leg brush against yours.

You peak over at him but he seems to be completely invested in a conversation with Abbacchio.

You assume it's an accident until you feel him do it again along with resting his hand on your upper leg. His fingers gently squeeze your inner thigh before rubbing the area with his thumb.

You continue eating your food as if it has no affect on you. It takes a lot of will power though as he continues his caresses throughout the whole dinner.

Afterwards, the group splits off. Jocelyn and Irene head to a club, Eli to the casino (Jocelyn made sure to put a limit on the money they could blow) and Abbacchio to the bar. You and Bruno decide to head to your room, obviously not in the mood to go anywhere else tonight.

When you reach your room, you both get ready for bed acting as if you don't want to fuck each other.

You crawl next to Bruno on the bed once you're done with the bathroom.

"I'm not tired yet…" you say

"Me neither."

"I guess we could watch a movie or show. There has to be something we both like on Netflix."

You pick up the remote for the TV and make your way to Netflix and start scrolling through the options on the front page.

"What type of stuff do you like to watch anyways?" you ask.

"Romance works."

"You probably watch the explicit type of romance," you joke.

Bruno's eyes widen slightly and you surmise that you guessed right. Either that or he was weirded out by your statement and that seemed very unlikely.

You smile amused. "Well I guess we could watch something like that then!"

Once you both finally settle on something, you get comfortable and lean against Bruno.

The movie wasn't really that great and every sex scene that happened made you cringe but it was at least kind of entertaining. Still, you were starting to get bored and were still horny from all the nonsense you and Bruno had been up to the last several days.

So in a moment of weakness you place your hand on Bruno's thigh. He looks at you expectantly but you do nothing more.

You want to look at him properly to see his expression but you need 100% focus or you would break. So you keep your eyes on the TV as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. If you were lucky this would somehow bring your game to a close and the two of you could do something more exciting.

Bruno says your name under his breath, but you simply hum. Enduring that dinner was proof of your will and you believe you could keep this up all night if needed. (But that was the last thing you were hoping for.)

Suddenly, you feel a warm hand on top of yours.

Bruno guides your hand further up his thigh. "Please…"

"Huh?" You fake the confusion in your voice.

"Let's end this game."

"Oh...so that means I win?"

"Yes you win, just please touch me."

You smirk and move to kneel a small distance in front of him. "That was so easy!" You were thoroughly going to enjoy this.

When he sees you're not getting closer it prompts him to scooch forward on the bed, but before he can touch you, you push him down on his back and crawl on top. There's a slightly stunned look on his face but it quickly changes to one of anticipation.

You line your chest with Bruno's and lean down for a kiss which he returns enthusiastically.

"I never thought I'd enjoy losing this much...." he murmurs against your lips.

You smirk and continue your kisses down his cheek. Your hands find their way under his shirt and slowly explore the span of his abdomen and chest. He softly sighs when you begin sucking at the skin between his neck and shoulder and your hands squeeze him in response.

When you hear Bruno's breathing become slightly heavier you sit up and remove his shirt. You'd seen his body many times in all sorts of positions but you still take a second to appreciate his toned torso.

You press kisses to his chest and let your hands run down his sides enjoying how he just barely reacts under your fingertips. You stop at his hips, and your thumbs trace back and forth along his hip bones. Your tongue brushes against Bruno's nipple, and you feel him tense under your hands.

You move back to sit on his pelvis and immediately feel his cock through his pants. Bruno gently rocks his hips against your ass, and you entertain the motion by pressing down yourself.

His hands grab your hips, but before he can get too carried away you pull your ass off him. He ends up humping the air and lets out a sigh of frustration. His tune changes quickly though when he sees you move down between his legs.

"I'm not really feeling like I lost anything…"

You gently rub at his hard bulge through his pajama pants. "Well guess I'm just that generous. But at the same time I feel like I'm going too easy on you now."

"Please don't make me wait any longer ____."

You look up and the man's cheeks are flushed and he seems a little dazed, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Seeing the usually controlled actor look at you this way has your stomach flipping.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient," you say.

"I suppose you just have this effect on me..."

Smiling to yourself, you pull his pants down and are surprised by a pair of fancy panties.

You raise a brow at him. "...You already knew how tonight was going to end, huh?"

You carefully pull the satin fabric down before licking a slow stripe up his cock. The smug look on Bruno's face is immediately wiped away.

You wrap your hand around his twitching member and press your lips against the tip. He lets out a low hum, and your tongue licks against the slit before your mouth wraps around his sensitive head.

Whenever Bruno tries to move his hips you force them down and continue with your teasing touches along his cock. But eventually you decide to stop messing with him and fully take him into your mouth.

His eyes flutter shut. "Hmm, that feels amazing amore."

Even though he was finally in your mouth you move achingly slow and you can tell he wants you to go faster. And he makes it quite clear.

You let up a bit but mostly keep at driving him crazy. Your hand starts to knead at his balls and you immediately feel him twitching in your mouth.

"____. You're--"

You pull off.

Once Bruno realizes what just happened he deadpans at you. You laugh at his expression and he sits up with a sigh.

"Okay you had your fun, time to lay back."

You raise a brow at him.

Bruno begins stripping himself completely of his clothes. "You're the winner, right? Let me treat you."

Perhaps he had a point, and you didn't really have a problem with letting him takeover. This time.

Before you can think of taking your own clothes off, Bruno's doing it for you. His thumbs hook in the band of your pants and pull them down for you.

"...No underwear?" he asks.

You shrug and remove your shirt in an attempt to prevent yourself from laughing. "Guess you weren't the only one planning on ending this tonight."

Once you're done, you lay down and Bruno settles next to you. He places his hand on your lower stomach and brings his face close to yours. You immediately get caught in his blue eyes. It's not fair that he gets to be so handsome.

His finger easily pushes past your wet entrance while his thumb rubs gentle circles against your clit. Another finger is soon added and he begins to thrust his fingers slowly into you. When he crooks them against your walls you have a hard time holding back the noises you want to make.

"A-Are you gonna get me back for teasing you?" you ask. It would be deserved, but you hope he didn't. You hadn't realized how worked up you were until Bruno started touching you.

"Another time. I don't want to wait any longer."

He removes his fingers and gets himself situated on top of you. Once his hips are comfortably between your legs, you drag a finger along his cock before grabbing and lining it with your entrance. Finally after all the games you could both get some relief.

The moment Bruno feels himself against your entrance he presses in letting you take him slowly, inch by inch. When he's fully in, you sigh and slightly wiggle your hips. One of your legs hook around his waist and you place your arms around his neck. He keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls back before pressing in again and starting a nice and comfortable rhythm.

Your hand plays at the soft hairs at the nape of his neck before properly tangling into his locks. You pull and his lips part, a perfect moan falling from them. His hips thrust against you particularly hard forcing a groan out of you.

You smirk a bit. "Never get tired of that…"

Your fingers massage his scalp before you guide his face close to yours. Your lips join and he quickly presses his tongue into your mouth.

Just as you're really enjoying the kiss, he ends it. But before you can pout he pulls you close against him. His thrusts begin to speed up and his moans are muffled by the side of your face.

You always loved Bruno's moans when you were filming him but something about his current ones were different--so desperate and wanting. They had you clenching on his cock.

His hand snakes down between you two and your eyes fall shut as he rubs your clit. Your breath hitches when you feel him nip your ear.

Bruno hums. "You feel amazing...I feel like I could do this for hours."

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath in reply, not even sure what it you said until you start moaning out Bruno's name. Your back arches and your legs tighten around his waist to keep his hips in place as you come.

Bruno nuzzles against your neck and once your legs relax he continues thrusting.

"You came on my cock so well...ah, just a little more--"

His hips begin to stutter and he calls out your name. You press your lips to his temple and move your hips to help him along. His body tenses before he pulls out and comes onto your stomach.

Bruno's hips rock against you as he comes down and soon his body relaxes against yours. He doesn't seem to mind the mess he's making. His nose brushes against your cheek before you feel a kiss.

After some silence you yawn."...We should do this more often."

He stops peppering kisses on your neck and places an arm over your torso. "Agreed. In fact, we can start again in 5 minutes after I clean us off."

You gawk a bit at him. "Don't you get tired?"

"I do, that's why I said 5 minutes."

You scoff but end up grinning instead. "Well...it's not like we're going anywhere for awhile."

[ohhipstaplease]

idk if you're still doing prompts but nh + fluff 15? I'm sorry about all the fluff pieces but I live for fluff 😅

I’m sorry if it isn’t as fluffy as usual but I HAD to write something Team 8 centric to soothe my soul today. I can see this turning into a full fanfic though...at some point (I promise)

Fluff #15: “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”

After Hinata confesses to Naruto—and her “I love you” goes right over his head—Kiba takes matters into his hands to (finally) get the two idiots together.

Post Pain-Arc | Canon Divergence | Jealous (!) Naruto | Ao3

“You look cute today,” Kiba said nonchalantly to his teammate as she walked towards him. 

The Hyuga beauty had uncharacteristically pulled her hair up onto the top of her head in a high ponytail, her delicate features now on display for the world to see.

Hinata, already used to Kiba’s compliments, didn’t bat an eye when he said it, she simply responded, “Thank you! I just wanted to try something a little different,” She patted Akamaru’s head in greeting, the gentle giant licking her palm as she giggled.

Kiba took the opportunity to sneak up behind her and pull on her ponytail slightly, wanting to fix the slight hairs that were sticking out. He adjusted the simple lavender tie she had placed upon the top of it for good measure as well. 

Had anyone happened upon the pair, they probably would have thought there was more between them than a simple friendship, but they were used to it. Hinata didn’t even try to push him off, she simply let him fix her hair and looked up at him with a thankful smile when he was finished.

They were meeting up to have lunch, a much needed distraction after all the chaos that had ensued in the village during Pain’s attack. Unfortunately Shino was unable to join the pair for a well-deserved day off, leaving them to their own devices.

Kiba nodded as he stepped back and appreciated his work, “I like it. I’m sure Naruto will too,” He smirked.

She exhaled, her cheeks red and splotchy, “We’re not going to let it go, are we?”

“Hinata, you confessed to him.”

“It was in the middle of battle...spur of the moment,” She tried, suddenly regretting admitting to Kiba and Shino that she had, in fact, told the love of her life, Naruto Uzumaki, her true feelings for him. She knew they’d never let it go, not until Naruto gave her an answer either way. 

She just wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. Even if he was ready to face what she had said to him head-on, “Besides,” she mumbled, “he didn’t even acknowledge it...”

“You told him you loved him...you literally died for him. How could the idiot not see it?”

She shrugged pathetically, “It is what it is, don’t worry, Kiba.”

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets when suddenly it hit him. An idea so genius, even Shino had to approve. Akamaru, sensing that Kiba was about to say something Shino would in fact not approve of, whined and hit his master gently on his leg with his paw. 

Kiba ignored him, knowing that what he had in mind was just too perfect not to share, “Hinata?”

“Yes?”

“What if...what if we made Naruto jealous? Just to make him see what he’s missing.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the oldest trick in the book, Hyuga,” He took her hand into his as if he had done it millions of times before, “We go on a fake date, act all cute and shit, and when he sees us together he’ll magically realize his feelings for you. You know, because someone else has what he thought was his and all that bullshit?”

“You’re insane.”

“I know what boys are like, Hinata.”

She looked down at their interlaced fingers and sighed, “You’re sure this will work?”

“If it doesn’t, I’ll pay for lunch.”

“And dessert?”

“As many cinnamon rolls as your heart desires.”

Hinata exhaled and nodded, “Alright. I mean, there’s nothing left to lose, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” 

Kiba led Hinata forward, Akamaru following close behind. He was sure his plan was going to work, after all, he barely had enough to cover his portion of lunch. That alone should have proved how confident Kiba was that he’d get Naruto and Hinata to finally acknowledge their feelings for each other. 

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“Okay, just follow my lead,” Kiba said as he spotted Naruto at his usual stool at Ichiraku. 

“Naruto! How are you? Healing up okay?” Kiba asked as he sat down next to the blonde, his hand still in Hinata’s.

Naruto squinted at them, tilting his head, “I-I’m fine. Thanks for asking...”

“That’s good to hear, we all deserve some time off after that mess, right Hinata?”

Hinata didn’t dare meet Naruto’s gaze, simply nodded and pretended as if he wasn’t even there. 

“Two bowls of pork miso ramen, please!” Akamaru barked and Kiba smiled down at him, “Oh right, it’s a special occasion. Make that three bowls!”

“Special occasion?” Naruto asked.

“Nothing you have to worry about, just celebrating a certain someone saying yes to a question I asked,” He said, looking at Hinata.

Naruto’s cheeks grew redder by the second as he studied them, “W-what?”

“I asked Hinata to be my girlfriend,” Kiba said, holding up her hand in his, “And she said yes.” He roughly pulled her into his embrace and pressed his cheek to hers, “Isn’t it great?”

Akamaru groaned behind the three, trying to ignore what was happening before him. It was getting a little too painful to watch. Kiba had never been known for his tact after all.

“So you two...are...dating?”

Hinata tried to interject, feeling sick over everything that was unfolding, “N-no we-” 

Kiba quickly slapped a hand over Hinata’s mouth and laughed, “Yeah! I confessed to her right after we got back to the village. I mean, it just seemed to be the right time and all, considering everything that happened.”

Naruto let out a breath and instead of continuing the conversation further, he flagged down Teuchi, “Old man, how much do I owe you?”

Teuchi quickly put up a hand and waved Naruto off, “Oh, no, we could never charge the village hero. Not after everything. Consider it on the house.”

Naruto nodded solemnly, gave a glance Kiba and Hinata’s way, and quickly turned to leave.

“Kiba!” Hinata said in a panic, “That definitely couldn’t have been a part of your plan!”

Kiba huffed, “Yeah...I didn’t think he’d just walk away like that. Maybe we need to try a different-”

Hinata ignored Kiba and decided to take matters into her own hands, what she should have done in the first place, really.

She got up from her seat, a flustered mess, and chased after Naruto. She screamed out without thinking, “Naruto-Kun!”

His head turned immediately towards her, his brow furrowed in confusion, “Hinata?”

“Naruto-” She panted, attempting to catch her breath as she caught up to him. 

“What are you doing? Aren’t you on...” He took a breath as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a pout playing upon his lips, “Aren’t you on a date with your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” She yelled out, a little too passionately.

Naruto stifled a laugh at how ridiculously cute she looked. Her ponytail was slightly askew, her cheeks flushed and her lips ridiculously red from her biting her bottom lip. He had been biding his time since he had returned from the village, waiting to approach Hinata and talk about everything that had happened. About what she had said to him.

“Then why did he...”

Hinata sighed, so clearly embarrassed for going along with it. But...she quickly realized that Naruto was...jealous? She could see it in his eyes, the way he acted back at Ichiraku. He was clearly bothered by what had happened. Kiba was actually...right.

So she gathered her courage and firmly asked, “Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“Whether or not Kiba and I are dating....why do you care?”

Naruto furrowed his brow, “I don’t, I-I just,” He groaned, “Hinata, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter!”

“Why!?”

“I told you I loved you!”

Naruto looked at her wide-eyed, clearly in shock. Of course he knew she had confessed her feelings, but...they were also in the middle of a battle. He thought that...that maybe it wasn’t true. It was an adrenaline-fueled confession that she would walk back the moment they got back. That maybe...maybe she meant she loved him like she loved her teammates. That he was her precious friend, just as Sakura and Sasuke were his. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that the girl he’d always taken notice of always wanted to protect had been watching him too. That he’d grow to want to take care of her, to ensure she was okay. He didn’t know what that meant then, but he did now.

He didn’t understand his feelings until that day, in the midst of battle, and it killed him to think it took them nearly dying for him to comprehend that what he felt for her was far greater than friendship. 

“I-I know...” He managed to mutter, “It was just such a crazy day, Hinata. I thought that maybe I misheard you, or that you didn’t mean it in the way you did. I didn’t want to embarrass you by bringing it up again. I mean...we haven’t even talked since we got back.”

“Then let’s talk,” She said, looking down and shyly placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I-I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

Naruto grabbed the same hand Kiba had intertwined in his earlier, and claimed it as his, protectively interlacing his fingers in hers and squeezing her hand for good measure. 

It wasn’t like with Kiba at all, Hinata realized. Her heartbeat was out of time, her knees felt weak. Feeling Naruto under her touch was nearly too much for her to handle.

“Oh..um...” Naruto blushed as he met her gaze, “I really like your hair up, you know?”

“O-oh,” She smiled as she looked away, unable to look at him head on.

“It’s really cute.”

“T-thank you.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, of course. Um, why don’t we go get something sweet, yeah? We can talk at the tea shop?”

“Okay.”

The pair, hands still intertwined, walked toward the tea shop, a blush upon each of their faces.

Kiba, watching from outside Ichiraku, smiled to himself as he said to Akamaru, “See boy, it all went exactly as I said it would. Didn’t it? Next thing you know, we’ll be helping Hinata pick out a wedding dress.”

Akamaru rolled his eyes and continued eating from the offered bowl of ramen. It was better to let Kiba think he had won this round.

“Ah, first love,” Kiba sighed dreamily as he sat back down on his stool, “I can’t wait to see it all play out.”

[bokutosbubblebutt]

A little help

from us students

- Since Sensei Y/N joined team 7, the three students noticed that their usual teacher behaved a bit weird, weirder than normal! So they assumed that Kakashi had a little crush on their new teammate and they tried everything to help him out

Pairing: Kakashi x fem!reader

Words: 2540

Genre: fluff, a bit 16+

- a/n: This was fr so much fun to write and I‘m honestly really proud if it lmao

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„Okay, guys! We need to talk!“ Sakura sat down next to Naruto and Sasuke. The three we’re eating ramen together after their training session with Sensei Kakashi and Sensei Y/N.

„I was watching him now for a really long time and I came to the conclusion that Sensei Kakashi has a crush on Sensei Y/N!“ she said and ordered some ramen with pork.

„Hu? What do you mean, Sakura?“ Naruto asked confused and raised one of his eyebrows. Even Sasuke turned his head and started to think about it.

„Haven’t you noticed? He’s been acting really weird the last few weeks since she joined us. Well, weirder than usual.“ - „I noticed that he doesn’t read his book when she’s with us.“ - „Yeah, and when we have training with her, he’s always on time, sometimes even earlier.“ - „And when we had this fight with the rain Ninjas, he had a nose bleed after that even though he didn’t got hit.“

„But when I think about it, Y/N likes him too, in my opinion.“ Naruto said and put his chopsticks down. „She’s always with him! Since she joined us, you barely see them alone.“

„They even do personal training with each other, although they are both extremely strong!“ - „And she’s always laughing at his jokes!“

„I remember Sensei Guy eyeing them and he made some weird facial expressions towards Kakashi when we met him.“ Sasuke laughed and drank the left over soup.

„Thats it! It’s obviously that they like each other! Everyone notices that but not themselves.“

„We could help them out a little bit? I think they are pretty cute together and Sensei Kakashi just needs a girlfriend. Maybe he will stop reading these weird books!“ Sakura suggested and looked at her teammates. They all agreed on doing that and started to make some plans on how to get them together.

-Plan 1-

It was a casual trainings day and everyone did their own personal exercises. Sensei Kakashi and you were watching over the three, gave them tips and helped them out. Everything was normal and you all minded your own business.

Naruto was standing on a tree he just walked up with chakra in his feet. „Y/N! Look I made it!“ he screamed over to you and you just threw a thumbs up at him.

„Good Job! Now try to walk down again!“

That was the signal for the first plan they came up with. Now it’s was Narutos job to bring you up on the tree. „Uhm, Y/N Sensei! Can you please help me a bit? I‘m scared that I fall.“ he screamed down to you and tried to make a nervous face.

„I think you should try it on your own Naruto! I believe in you!“ - „But I‘m scared that I fall on my face! You probably don’t want me to get into the hospital, do you?“

Annoyed you rolled your eyes and walked up on that tree to the student. He simply thanked you and then made his first step downwards. „See? You can do it! You have nothing to worry about.“

Naruto casually walked down the tree and looked over to Sakura and Sasuke. The girl was training to put a certain amount of chacra in her Kunias with which she simply can hurt her enemies and paralyze them, a special technique she wanted to learn from Sensei Y/N.

You were about to walk the tree down as well right after Naruto. Kakashi was sitting on the ground and watching you doing this simple task.

Sakura was about to throw one of the chacra knives at a dummy but suddenly Sasuke screamed her name. Of course, this was all planed and the little girl stopped paying attention to where she was throwing the knife and looked over to her teammate. Sakura threw the kunai ”accidentally“ in your direction and managed to hit both of your ankles.

Since this technique caused paralyzed body parts and prevented the chacra flow in some certain areas, both of your feet turned numb and you weren’t able to concentrate chacra to walk down the tree. Slowly your feet started to slide and you fell. With a scream you expected to hit the hard ground and break your bones but this didn’t happen.

You fell into two strong arms which catched you bridal style in the right moment. Immediately your cheeks turned bright red and you tried to avoid eye contact with Kakashi, who catched you. He just stood there and smiled slightly. „Th-,Thank you.“ you stuttered and covered your eyes with your arm.

Kakashi looked down at you and scanned your facial features. Once again he noticed how pretty and cute you were. Slowly he sat you down to check your ankles.

„Oh my god! I‘m so sorry, Sensei Y/N! I‘m so sorry, it’s all my fault!“ Sakura tried to make it look like an accident and apologized immediately. Sasuke and Naruto gave each other a secret high five and then walked up to their teachers with a faked concerned look.

„Dont worry! At least you got it right. It’s wasn’t a big amount of chacra anyways.“ you said and tried to brush it off.

„Next time you better pay attention to where are you throwing your kunai!“ Kakashi warned her and then slightly touched the cut on your feet. The bandage, which was tied around your ankles, was covered in blood and a slight cut was visible. „Does it hurt? Can you move them?“ he asked and put one of his hands on your thigh.

„I can’t feel anything in them, they are numb.“ you answered and massaged the bridge of your nose.

„Kakashi, I think you have to carry her to the hospital when she can’t walk!“ - „Yeah, I guess I have to do that!“ Both of you just looked at each other and blushed. Carefully he placed one arm under your knees and the other on your back. His left hand rested on your hip and pulled you close.

They probably would never admit it but they secretly liked it how close they were to each other. The physical contact wasn’t uncomfortable, more like the opposite and they enyojed each others touch.

-Plan 2-

A week later your ankles were completely healed and you could move them normally again. Now it was time for their second plan, which was well, less painful.

The friends noticed that Kakashi visited you almost every day and brought you flowers. When you got released it was time for the second part.

You five were walking trough the village and talked to each other. „Uhm, Sensei Y/N! We wanted to invite you for dinner as an apologize and we will pay, together.“ Sakura said shyly and hit Naruto slightly in the side. He just nodded and agreed to what she said.

„You don’t have to. It’s okay“ you simply answered and smiled. „We won’t take a no! And we are already here.“ Sasuke threw in and walked towards the restaurant.

It was their favorite ramen noodle shop and Sasuke hold up the sheet for the others. „Hmm, when we are already here.“

Quickly the three picked their seats and made a gap for their senseis so they had to sit next to each other. Normally you sat down and put your hands on the table.

The nice lady took your order and then they started to make your food. As always you ordered ramen with lots of veggies and your favorite drink.

„Do you know what our next mission is going to be? Hopefully something cool, I wanna see Sensei Y/N fighting again!“ Naruto laughed and looked over to Kakashi. Naruto sat besides you and Sasuke sat next to Kakashi.

„Yeah, she is really good, right Kaksahi? The way she does her genjutsu is amazing.“ Sakura mentioned and smiled at their Senseis.

„Hu? Uhm, yeah! I-, I also think your fighting skill is pretty good. It’s, uhm, nice to watch you.“ Kakashi stuttered and tried to hide that he was blushing.

Finally the soup was ready to eat and you all started seating silently. Suddenly Naruto reached over to Sasuke with the intention to get a towel to clean his face.

Accidentally he managed to push against your arm and make you spill your drink all over yourself. Now your shirt and pants were soaking wet and it felt disgusting.

„Oh my god! I‘m sorry Sensei Y/N! I‘m so sorry!“ he started to apologize and looked shocked at you. Sasuke and Sakura gave each other a little high five and just giggled a bit.

Annoyed you looked at your student and then at your wet disgusting clothes. „It’s okay, just be careful next time!“ You tried to brush it off.

Kakashi asked the nice Lady for a towel and she gave it to him. „Wait, let me help you.“ he said and started to gently pet the towel on your wet clothes to dry them a bit.

Carefully he pat it on your torso and on your boobs. You didn’t even realized it at first what he did because you just thanked him for helping you but after a while you noticed the gentle touches. Your face turned bright red and you tried to cover it with your hands. „Th-, thank you!“ you stuttered and looked away. „This is so embarrassing.“

„I can give you my jacket!“ he offered and immediately took it off, although you haven’t answered yet. Now he just sat there with a tshirt and his mask. Slightly he threw it over you and closed it for you. Again you thanked him quietly and smiled.

His jacket smelled good. It smelled like him. Not what you expected, even better what you expected. He smelt like the forest after a rainy day and a hint of wet dog. Maybe he had washed his dogs while wearing it.

-Plan 3-

Your team planned instead of training to do a day off and just hang out and spend some time together. And the tree students had the idea to relax a bit and go to the public bath together.

„You are really exited, aren’t you?“ you giggled because the three rushed immediately into the building. Together you and Kakashi paid for their bath and said „see you later“ to each other since the bathes were separated into men and women sections.

While humming a little melody, you took off your clothes and wrapped a towel around your body. After that you went outside and made your way to the hot bath. You didnt even look in which part you went because you knew the women bath was right and the men bath was left. Suddenly Sasuke stopped you.

This was their third plan.

„Uhm, Y/N Sensei, this is the men bath you are walking in!“ he said and pointed towards the sign. A little figure which looks like a boy was on it. „I think they changed it, I almost walked into the girls bath.“

„Oh! Thank you, Sasuke.“ you smiled and looked at the sign again. Weird, you thought but went through the other door.

Little did you know that they changed the signs before you could walk in. Kakashi went into the right bath and then they changed it. Exited the looked trough a little hole to see what happens.

„If this doesn’t work, than they are both too stupid. A better plan doesn’t exist“ naruto laughed.

Unbothered you walked into the bath, dropped your towel halfway through and threw it over a stone. Slowly you walked into the water and let your body react to the hot steamy atmosphere around you. The hot water hugged your body and relaxed you sat down and finally closed your eyes.

After a while you opened them again and looked around. Where is Sakura?

Quietly you heard a embarrassed male voice which cleared his throat. „Uhm, Y/N, I think you are in the wrong bath room.“ he said calmly and slightly smiled at you amused.

„Oh, fuck! Kakashi!“ you screamed and pulled your legs closer to hide your body. Why does this always happen to you?

„Don’t worry, I haven’t seen anything.“ he said and tried to avoid eye contact with you. His hair was down and he didn’t wear his mask. That was probably the first time you saw his full face and, and he was beautiful and hot. You have fantasized about how he looks several times and this just topped your expectations. He was really attractive.

„But, but even Sasuke told me that I have to go in here.“ you whined and tried to hide your bright red face in your knees. This was so embarrassing!

„Dont worry, it’s not like that I don’t know how a female body looks.“ he giggled and slowly swum into your direction. With distance he placed himself next to you and quickly scanned your body.

You were beautiful in his opinion. Your skin looked so soft and the little rolls your stomach formed, were adorable. The wet hair and your blushed skin caused him to not taking his eyes from you.

„You don’t have to hide your body.“ he calmly said and grabbed your chin to make you look into his face. „I-, I think you are really pretty, Y/N. And I’ve liked you since the first day you joined us.“

„You, you really do?“ you asked and looked into his blushed face. Slightly he nodded and then started to pull your face closer to his.

Finally it’s happening.

At first he gave you a gentle kiss, just a little one to make sure you were into it. After that he smiled and pulled you closer again. This kiss was way more exiting and got heated pretty quickly. Slowly he placed his hand on your waist right under your boobs.

After a minute you pulled away and you smiled but immediately started to laugh at him. „Kakashi, you got a nose bleed!“ - „Oh shit! It’s quite a long time ago since I kissed someone.“ he giggled and tried to make it stop.

~Time skip~

After you two spent sometime together in the bath and talked about the last few things that happened you went outside to face your students.

„Okay! First of all, that was evil and very inappropriate! We are really disappointed and you three will get cleaning duty!“ Kakashi said and looked down at his students.

„We‘ve noticed that you three were acting really weird in the last few weeks and now you have to tell us. Of course it wasn’t an accident that Naruto pushed me and Sakura "accidentally" threw her knives at me! Explain!“ you wanted to know angrily and crossed your arms in from if your chest.

The three looked at each other and then finally they explained everything to you. „We noticed that Kakashi might has a crush on you Y/N Sensei! And, and we know that he is, well, a bit stupid when it comes to girls and love in general.“ Sakura started to tell the story. „And so we decided to help you a bit with that and made these plans.“

„And we guess it worked out, right?“ Naruto smirked.

Masterlist

[sneezyminniejo]

Faking Sick, but in Reverse?

I wanted to try a concept I haven’t seen before in the sickfic community. So here it is. Thanks to @yooniestummy for helping formulate the concept and giving me some ideas

TW emeto, 

induced vomitig by way of food

Over the past two weeks every member of BTS had taken at least one day off except for Jungkook. They each had tried individually to get him to take a break, but he had refused, insisting that he had too much to improve upon before their next comeback.

“We need to somehow get Jungkook to take a break before he seriously hurts himself.” Namjoon said, sounding frustrated. Everyone hummed in agreement, then Seokjin suddenly yelled saying he had an idea. “Remember that time that Yoongi faked being sick to get off work that one time?” Everybody nodded, but Yoongi looked a little concerned at the direction his hyung was going.

“What if we convince Jungkook that he’s sick, so he’ll slow down. If he thinks he’s sick, he might actually stay here for a day or two and rest.” The younger five members stared at Seokjin somewhat dumbfounded. Yoongi seemed to understand first. “You’re suggesting that we make some comments, implying that he seems rundown, and maybe make him physically sick as well?” Seokjin nodded. Hoseok chimed in next. “Let’s start with the comments, if he still doesn’t give in to a break, we can try to make him physically sick. But only as a last resort.” The six members all agreed and started making a plan.

Two hours later Jungkook came home, showered, and then sat down on the couch to watch tv with the others. After an hour of watching tv, Hoseok got up to start dinner. As he walked past Jungkook, he gave a concerned look, signaling the others to start their plan.

“Hey Kook-ah” said Jimin, “Are you feeling okay? You look really tired and kind of pale.” Jungkook scoffed “Of course I look tired hyung. I spent the entire afternoon working on the choreography for the next album, and I probably look pale because I took my makeup off.” Taehyung was next to try. Since he was sitting next to Jungkook the entire time, he had been able to discreetly feel jungkook without making it obvious he was looking for a temperature. “You also feel warm Kookie.” Said Taehyung, sounding concerned. “Of course I feel warm, I run hot. I always have. If I take my temperature right now, it’ll probably read around 99.2.” 

Jungkook was getting annoyed at this point and took his temperature to show his hyungs. Sure enough it was 99.3. Jungkook also called up his parents really quick to confirm that he ran hot, and that it had actually caused him to stay home sick quite a few times until they figured out his normal temp was 99.0-100.1 and a fever was anything higher. The other five members in the room relented, and Yoongi excused himself to help Hoseok with dinner.

In the kitchen Yoongi told Hoseok that they were moving on to plan B, giving Jungkook physical symptoms. The two members made bulgogi, but this time they made it a little differently. They added some lemon to it, because they knew that citrus has a tendency of giving Jungkook stomach aches, even though he has yet to figure it out himself..

Nothing terribly interesting happened during dinner, but sure enough about forty five minutes after everyone finished eating Jungkook started complaining of a stomach ache and decided to turn in early. Truthfully, he was absolutely exhausted, but he needed to be perfect for ARMY, so he couldn’t take a break. He appreciated his hyungs’ concern though.

After Jungkook had gone to sleep, the other six began talking about how to get Jungkook to stay home the following day. Since the bathroom is right next to his room, Taehyung offered to take a bath with a new lavender bath bomb he bought. He was initially going to wait to use it because he knew lavender bothered Jungkook’s rhinitis, but since he was sleeping, Jungkook would get the desired congested effect. He would also be none the wiser, as by morning the scent would be mostly gone from the dorm. If there was any left by morning, it wouldn’t really be noticeable unless you had a very sensitive nose. Namjoon and Jimin also made a plan for breakfast.

The following morning Jungkook woke up not really able to breathe out of his nose. He also had a bit of a headache, of which he contributed to the congestion. He went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, when he suddenly felt a very itchy prickling sensation begin to take hold in his sinuses. He tried his best to quell the itch, but it was no use. “Huh-itiew, heh-ISTiew” The second sneeze ended up being louder than the first. Hoseok and Taehyung were walking by the bathroom at that exact moment. “Bless you Kook-ah. If you’re not careful, you’re going to give Taehyung a run for his money on the loudest sneeze in the dorm.” Taehyung laughed at that comment then continued on to the kitchen.

For breakfast Namjoon and Jimin had prepared some of the leftover bulgogi along with bacon. Just like how Jungkook has yet to figure out citrus gives him a stomach ache, he hasn’t figured out eating bacon made him puke. To be honest the other members weren’t sure either, as Jungkook has had no problem with other pork products. Meanwhile Yoongi lit some candles in his room before blowing them out quickly that had the slightest ever undertones of lavender. He lit them just long enough that they would hopefully irritate Jungkook’s sinuses, but not long enough that someone would be able to tell if a candle was lit.

Jungkook was getting absolutely fed up with his nose by the time breakfast had started. It wouldn’t stop running and he had already blown it five times in hopes of getting it under control, but it didn’t work. “Hih-itschh, heh-isiew.” Jungkook groaned as he grabbed another tissue. “You alright there Kook-ah? You've been sneezing and blowing your nose a lot this morning.” Stated Seokjin as he began setting the table for breakfast. “I’m fine hyung. My rhinitis is just really bad today for some reason.”

As irritated as Jungkook was with his nose, his mood was immediately lifted when he saw that they were having bacon for breakfast. He took three pieces of bacon and a good portion of the leftover bulgogi, and quickly devoured his meal.

It was about thirty minutes after breakfast when Jungkook’s stomach started forming knots. He quickly ran to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time for his barely digested breakfast to make an appearance. Taehyung came to comfort his only dongsaeng as he threw up, quietly telling him it would be okay while rubbing his back.

Once Jungkook had finished, Taehyung helped the younger to the couch and told Namjoon what had happened while getting supplies for the sick maknae. Namjoon quickly called the manager to tell him that Jungkook was sick. The call wound up being longer than normal and Namjoon looked very shocked after he hung up. “The manager says that that new policy states Jungkook has to be symptom free for seventy two hours before returning to work and because everything we need to do yet needs to be done as a group, the rest of us also have off until Jungkook is better.” No one knew what to say to that so they just all gathered in the living room and turned on the tv.

Since Jungkook had clearly caught some kind of bug, and was now stuck at home for the next three days, he decided that he would allow his hyungs to baby him as much as they wanted. Truthfully he was glad for a break, he really needed it. He had a pretty bad stomach ache still, and when he said something, Yoongi was quick to give him a hot water bottle. It turned out, his body was more exhausted than he thought as he was passed out on the couch within forty five minutes of receiving the hot water bottle. He had woken up feeling significantly better. However his nose was still bugging him to no end.

“Hih-heh-hih-stiew, hi-ischh.” Jungkook sneezed again gratefully accepting the tissues offered by Yoongi. “Now that my stomach has had a chance to calm down after this morning, I feel a lot better. But my nose just won’t let up.

The rest of the day had gone very much like the morning. Jungkook sneezing periodically throughout the day. Hoseok had made stew for everyone for dinner, in part because Jungkook looked a little wary of eating anything in fear of vomiting it all up later.

The following morning, Jungkook had felt significantly better. Almost like he hadn’t been sick at all. His stomach wasn’t doing any flips or cramping, but that could just be because he hadn’t eaten yet. His sinuses also weren’t acting up to the same extent they had been the day before. Jungkook grabbed a box of tissues just in case and headed for the kitchen.

The six older members decided that the best time to tell Jungkook what they did would be the following morning at breakfast, because by then his body should be fully recovered from what they put him through. When Jungkook sat down at the table for breakfast, he instantly knew they were going to have some kind of meeting. If his hyungs didn’t look guilty, he thought he was going to be lectured about not taking proper care of himself.

Jungkook was about to start apologizing for getting sick, when his nose suddenly interrupted his train of thought. “het-stiEW. Sorry hyungs that one snuck up on me.” Jungkook plucked a tissue from the box and blew his nose. “Anyway, before you lecture me on-” Namjoon quickly cut him off.

“Kook-ah, you don’t need to apologize for anything. We are the ones who need to apologize to you.”  Jungkook was now thoroughly confused. Why would his hyungs need to apologize to him for getting sick? “I don’t understand hyung. It’s not your fault I got sick.” 

Yoongi was the one who spoke up next “We were getting overly concerned that you hadn’t taken a day off in months and that you were potentially going to work yourself to the point of passing out during practice. We wanted you to take a break before you reached that point, so we kind of gave you food we knew would make you sick. We also discreetly used scented items around the dorm to make your rhinitis a bit worse.”

Jungkook just stared at his hyungs, absolutely flabbergasted. “What do you mean you gave me food that would make me sick?” Seokjin responded. “We noticed a while ago that when you consume citrus you get a stomach ache, so we added lemon to the bulgogi.” Hoseok then added on, “You also tend to throw up when you eat bacon for some reason, so we gave you that too.” Jungkook was surprised to hear this, as he didn’t think he had any food sensitivities or allergies. He thought the reason they never had bacon or season food with lemons was because one or more of his hyungs didn’t like it, not because it made him sick.

“I should be pissed at you guys for doing that to me. But in all honesty, I kind of appreciate it.” It was the older members to be surprised this time around. “You guys are right I really needed a break. Even though yesterday was miserable, we have two days to just laze around here and relax. You said it yourself yesterday Joon-hyung, I’m not allowed to work for two more days, and you all were given the next two days off since all we have left are group schedules.” 

Jungkook paused and grabbed a tissue as he felt a tickle come to fruition and quickly sneezed into it. “Sorry, I guess my nose is still a bit unhappy with whatever you guys did  yesterday.” The older members quickly muttered apologies. “It’s okay hyungs. I already told you I’m not that mad at you for making me sick. I am however mad that you guys never told me that I am apparently sensitive to citrus and bacon. Let’s spend the next two days watching movies.”

They all happily agreed to the movie marathon, and let Jungkook pick all of them. Jungkook was still sneezier than he normally was, but he had no problem with eating now that he knew that he didn’t have a stomach bug. In between the third and fourth movies, Jungkook asked a question. “So if we ever want a couple days off and don’t want to flat out lie to management about being sick, I can just eat some bacon, and then we’ll automatically have  three days off?” The other six members laughed. “We could do that, sure, but we shouldn’t do it very often, otherwise they might send you to the hospital for tests.” Jungkook nodded in understanding, “So we do this again in like six or so months then?” Everyone laughed, then Jimin started up the next movie while Taehyung went to make more popcorn.

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Another Year Over

Panda's Notes: Happy Holiday Month! This is my Squealing Santa story for @rareficsnstuff . They asked for some ler All Might with Mirio and Eri. I admit I kind of fell in love with this idea when I got it, so I hope you guys like it too. Thanks so much to @ticklygiggles for hosting.

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Mirio had flinched a bit when someone came knocking at his door. He rubbed his face with the heel of his hand, wondering how long he’d been lying there as he pushed himself heavily off of the bed. He nudged aside his curtain for a moment, cringing just a bit at the late morning light. He was about to check his phone for the time when they knocked again, and he took a soft breath before approaching to open it.

“Mr. Lemillion!” The room was suddenly filled with light as Eri leaned to wrap her arms around Mirio’s shoulders, her winter coat crinkling as she hugged him.

“Eri, hey!” He reciprocated immediately, moving to support her with one arm and smiling slightly up at the man carrying her.

All Might mouthed a slight apology, letting Mirio hold her properly as he rested his hands on his hips. “Good morning, Togata. Sorry to come calling on you without warning, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining us off-campus.”

“Oh, um, today?” Mirio asked hesitantly, setting Eri down and smiling softly as she bounced slightly at All Might’s side. “Today is… I mean, I guess I don’t have plans, but—”

“Please?” Eri called up to him, standing on her toes. “Mr. Yagi said we can go see all the stuff that’s left after new year’s!”

All Might chuckled softly. “A few of the food stalls from that festival are still up, and I thought we could stop into the stores for a few things.”

Mirio wrung his fingers for a moment, trying to catch a glance at All Might’s watch. “W-Well, I think I can be ready in half an hour.”

Eri cheered, and All Might nodded patiently. “We’ll wait for you in the lobby. You can take your time.” He said calmly as Eri took his hand, meeting Mirio’s eyes and waving slightly before they turned to leave.

Mirio laughed quietly as he closed the door, turning to rest his shoulder against it and closing his eyes in slight frustration. He convinced himself that he could do this. Staying cooped up in his dorm with all these feelings wasn’t going to do him any good anyway. He approached his desk, opening a drawer and smiling sadly as he reached into it.

Eri waved excitedly when he finally got down to the commons, her snow boots thumping softly as she hopped in place. Mirio put on a big smile, dashing toward them to scoop her up in his hands and relish in her laughter before they left.

“So, there was a festival down here this week?” Mirio asked as they finally made it down the hill from UA’s campus. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear about it!”

“Yeah, Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yagi told me it was like the school festival, but I couldn’t go when it was bigger since we were studying and stuff.” Eri explained, appearing sad for a fraction of a second before she was shrugging off one strap of her little backpack. “But Mr. Aizawa got bought me this!” She presented a stuffed cat in a dapper little suit and hat, and Mirio couldn’t help a soft laugh as he poked its nose.

“Aw, that’s really cute. Maybe I can find one too?”

All Might chuckled as Eri put the cat away. “Perhaps we could try; it seemed like it was mostly just a few food carts.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind; I haven’t even had breakfast tod—” He blinked as he realized he could smell a few different fried foods. “Oh, wow.” They rounded the corner and found the stalls set up along a short stretch of road; a few folks were up on ladders taking down the New Year’s decorations; and others were collapsing tent poles from where empty stalls once stood; but when the three of them approached, most of them waved with smiles. Eri lit up happily, and All Might waved slightly as he pulled up the collar of his coat.

“Well, I do have a recommendation in mind that I was told to act on.” All Might suggested. “How do you two feel about pork cutlet bowls?”

Eri seemed a bit confused, and Mirio crouched beside her to explain while All Might walked over to the stall. She nodded as he listed off ingredients, but he noticed her eyes wandering. He looked over his shoulder, noticing someone packing up what appeared to be a shop stall.

“Want to see?” Mirio asked, already standing back up as she gasped excitedly. She took his hand, leading him over to the cloaked vendor.

“Morning!” Mirio called a bit loudly, startling the vendor. “Ah, sorry.”

“Oh, hey, kids.” They paused as they folded down a leg of their tent. “Can I help you?”

“Just looking around, actually.” He admitted, smiling as they rolled their eyes a bit. “We weren’t able to come out during the festival the other night but—”

“Mr. Lemillion, look!” Eri called, peeking into an open tub of plush animals. “It’s the kitty Mr. Aizawa got.” Indeed, the bottom of the box was covered in small cat plushes in different costumes: cowboys, fairies, the cute tuxedo Eri had, and a few others, but Mirio found his gaze catching on a certain one.

“Ah, hey, how many of these could I get for…” He pulled out his wallet, thumbing through the bills. “2000 yen?”

The vendor turned to him, tapping their chin coyly despite a telling grin. “Well, you are awfully late, but I remember Eraserhead coming by the other night, so… How about ten?”

Mirio’s eyes widened a bit, and Eri cheered happily and insisted she could carry them for him. She giggled a bit as he let her help pick the new cats that he’d stash away for gifts later, but he made sure to pull three of the same cat up for the pile. They thanked the chuckling vendor as they tried to organize them carefully into the backpack, only to end up with Eri’s dapper cat zipped up cozily in her coat. Mirio also set one of his favored cats in his pocket as they zipped the bag closed.

“There you two are!” All Might called as he approached with two small paper bowls.

“Mr. Yagi! We got so many cats!” Eri announced as she ran to his side.

“More of them?” The hero glanced at Mirio a bit uncertainly.

He smiled a bit shyly, reaching back into his pocket. “Actually, they’re mine. I’m saving them for presents. Do you want to see one?”

All Might nodded, walking with them to a bench and brushing snow off of the seat before lifting Eri up onto it. As he was handing her the smaller of the two cups, Mirio pulled the plush out of his pocket to show him:

A white cat in a plain grey suit with a little briefcase held in its paws.

 Eri had really liked the cup of pork cutlet and fired rice, spurring a conversation with All Might where she remembered that Deku had told her they were his favorite food. As they were talking, Mirio’s eyes were wandering between the stores they were passing.

“Mr. Lemillion?” He flinched when Eri squeezed his hand, smiling down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Heh, I’m fine, Eri.” He said, fixing his scarf as he forced a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m kinda distracted today.”

“It’s fine, Togata.” All Might said patiently. “We just have to stop right here; then we can get back to campus.” He pointed toward a general store with his free hand. “I should only be a couple minutes, but you two can look around again if you’d like.”

“Maybe we can find more cats?” Eri gasped, and Mirio couldn’t help laughing.

“I don’t think we should buy any more cats today, Eri.”

Mirio chuckled lightly as he chased Eri through a few of the aisles, not that she ever ran out of his sight, but it kept his mind content to hear her laugh. They had picked up a bit of speed, and he nearly tripped over her when she stopped abruptly.

“Eri, are you alright?” He asked automatically before crouching beside her. “Please don’t stop like that, I almost fell on you.”

“I’m sorry.” She said quickly, leaning on his arm with her gaze still on the shelf. “What are all these?”

She motioned to the line of heavily discounted firework sets before standing on her toes to reach a box of sparklers.

“They’re fireworks,” Mirio explained as she turned the box in her hands, “kinda like when we saw the light show during Deku’s performance. Oh, here…”

He slipped his cell phone from his pocket, quickly finding a short video from a couple nights ago of a family watching a firework go off.

“Wow… Can we get one, Mr. Lemillion?”

“Are you super sure? They’re kinda loud if you’re too close. Plus, it has to be dark to see them right.”

She seemed to think about it, but she also seemed to be trying to read something on the box. Mirio saw her face fall for a moment, and he glanced at the shelf before taking his own box to read. As he read it over, he felt his resolve wearing down; it was for a special occasion, after all.

“How about a small one, okay?” He suggested. “This one’s super colorful. And we can get sparklers, too, if you want.”

“Really?!”

Mirio nodded with a soft hum, although he gently took the box from her hands and traded it for a smaller pack. He stacked the small box on top of the firework, offering his hand for her to take as he led her back to the front of the store. He paused for a moment as they passed a line of small picture frames, unable to turn his eyes away until his hand touched one.

 “You bought fireworks?” All Might asked, laughing softly as they let Eri lead them back up the hill toward UA.

“Ah, w-well, just the one. And some sparklers. Do you think we’ll get in trouble?”

“That is a good question, actually.” All Might pulled his phone from his pocket, and Mirio could hear the keyboard clicking as the wind rushed past them. “But you probably would have asked for permission anyway since you’d need a lighter.”

Mirio’s palm found his forehead, and he laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe I forgot a lighter…”

All Might chuckled, patting his shoulder softly. “Don’t worry, Togata. I got some matches while we were at the store. Just promise you’ll be careful, alright?”

“You can count on me!”

“Mr. Yagi!” Both men looked up at Eri’s call, and she laughed brightly as she ran through the gates onto the campus. “Look at all the snow!”

“Whoa…” Mirio gasped.

“Wow, indeed. Looks like almost fifteen centimeters.”

“Were we gone that long? It didn’t seem like it was coming down like that this morning.”

“Who can say? I certainly don’t hear anyone complaining.” All Might smiled.

As they got closer to the dorms buildings, they could hear trickles of shouts and laughter as dozens of the students were running back from school to their dorms, some inevitably stopping to throw snow at each other.

Eri was laughing again too, though she was thankfully closer, and she was throwing snow up over her head as she called for them to come and play.

“Well, go on.” All Might goaded Mirio gently, taking the bag from his hand. “I’ll watch the bags for a while.”

Mirio smiled softly, his shoes loudly crunching the snow as he ran off of the path. “Come on, Eri, let’s make snow angels!”

All Might sighed, watching his breath leave his mouth as he listened to Mirio and Eri clambering in the snow. The wind swept over him for a moment, flinging his hood and scarf up over his head as snow sprayed against his coat. He flailed a bit, managing not to spill the bags he carried as he pinned everything back down until the breeze passed. Eri had shrieked in surprise when the snow blew over her and Mirio, laughing brightly as she let herself fall back into it; and All Might found himself laughing as well looking over to them.

A world without humor didn’t have a bright future. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine not finding humor in the small things like this, but his eye caught on Mirio’s face as the student glanced off toward where the wind rushed off to. He thought back to that morning, when Mirio had seemed oddly quieter than usual. He supposed it wasn’t surprising at all. Mirio had every right to feel that way, especially today.

At the same time though…

He’d hardly realized he’d made the snowball until it was already leaving his hand, and Mirio jumped as it burst on his shoulder. “Ah, hey!” He laughed softly, turning toward the hero as Eri was trying to pack a snowball of her own.

“Ha, hey yourself, Togata. It’s a nice day; let’s have fun!”

“Yay!” Eri laughed, jumping up and tossing the snowball softly against his arm.

Mirio chuckled lightly, brushing a bit off of his sleeve. “Aw, but we are having fun, right?” He smiled, leaning to lift Eri up off of the ground for a moment.

“Hm, I don’t know, Togata.” All Might rested his hand on his chin a bit comically as Mirio set Eri down again. “Eri, what do you think? Togata is usually louder, right? More smiley?”

There was a hint of a pout on Mirio’s lip when the question was asked, and he wasn’t quick enough to avoid Eri’s gaze as she looked at him thoughtfully. “Yes, definitely.” She confirmed, tapping her chin matter-of-factly.

“I’m fine, you two, really.” Mirio groaned as All Might slipped an arm around his shoulders, smiling defeatedly as Eri squeezed his hand.

“Oh, I’m sure you are, Togata, but there’s no harm in a little pick-me-up, right?” All Might smiled as Mirio shrugged, dragging his hand up to catch the student’s neck under his fingertips.

Mirio flinched, realizing too late that he couldn’t slip away with his Quirk anymore. “W-Wait, hey!” He giggled, bringing his free hand up as he scrunched away. “All Might!” He squeaked out before starting to laugh as his teacher’s fingers crawled along the back of his neck.

“Let this be a lesson from an old hero, Lemillion: Always cover your weak spots!”

An interesting bit advice that he himself should have followed more often, but for now, he tried to focus on Mirio. Said student laughed loudly, keeping his hands close to himself as if he were trying not to hurt anyone.

“No fair; cut it out!” He protested as All Might gave him a bit of leeway to step backwards, only to shriek and trip over himself when the man’s hands shifted suddenly to his waist just under his coat. He yelped as he fell into the snow, leftover giggles spilling out as he hugged his sides. “Your hands are cold…” He griped, smiling brightly.

“Hm, maybe we should have made time to get you a longer coat if that one leaves you too exposed.” All Might teased.

Eri giggled lightly beside his leg, and he crouched as best he could to be eye level with her. “What about you, Eri? Should we check your coat too?”

“Heheh, yes!” She insisted, clapping her hands.

“I don’t know~ Aizawa always makes sure you’re bundled up pretty well.” All Might smiled, reaching to squeeze her side with one hand while the other tickled gently under her chin. She giggled and flailed a bit, clutching softly at one of his sleeves as she leaned into his hand.

“All Might!” The hero glanced up at the new voice, flinching as a snowball hit the back of his coat while he was distracted.

“Midoriya, hey!” Mirio supplied while All Might chuckled and pushed himself to stand up. “And Mr. Aizawa?”

The first-year student jogged over to them, embracing All Might in a hug while his teacher smiled subtly down at Eri as she burst into a recap of everything they’d done that morning.

“Togata-senpai, I’m glad to see you.” Midoriya said gently, offering him a hug as well.

Mirio scoffed softly at how hesitant he seemed, embracing him happily and sneaking a few tickles on his waist. “Ah, lighten up, Midoriya! I’m gad to see you too!”

The shorter boy giggled and squirmed away from him, smiling goofily and shrugging his backpack off.

“Thank you two for keeping an eye on Eri for me. I know you had plans.” Aizawa murmured as Eri reached to fix his scarf. “Did you have fun?” He asked her as he took her hands.

“Hey, wait;” Mirio interrupted. “are you guys going to leave? It’s still early!”

“Well, yes, but we’ve got to train. She’s been making a lot of progress.”

“Aw, but Aizawa, we, uh…”

“We do still have that firework.” All Might supplied.

Aizawa looked between them, rolling his eyes and glancing up at the sky. “We can’t just skip training today, you two.” He couldn’t help smirking as they seemed to scramble for another excuse. “But I think the clouds are thick enough that we’ll be able to see it fine.”

Eri cheered excitedly, and Midoriya shook his head. All Might pat his shoulder, and Mirio…

He just smiled.

 They coaxed a few extra minutes out of Aizawa’s permission by asking him to help set up the fireworks in the snow while the students opened the box of sparklers.

“Okay, ready?” Midoriya asked softly, crouching beside Eri when she nodded. “Stand back a little.”

Mirio struck the first match from the book, and Midoriya held three sparklers at arm’s length. Eri gripped Midoriya’s coat, feet crunching the snow as they watched the small flame catch. When the sparklers crackled to life, Eri gasped, her eyes lighting up as well at the jumping red and white sparks.

“Take your gloves off if you want to hold one.” Mirio suggested as he smothered the match in the snow. She hesitated just a bit, but she stuffed her gloves into her free pocket and carefully took the end of and offered sparkler. The boys chuckled softly as they all sat watching the lights. They didn’t last long, but Eri didn’t seem to mind, and Midoriya lifted up a handful of snow to help press down any remaining embers.

“Alright, you three; let’s get this over with.” Aizawa sighed as he approached them, sitting down in the snow. Eri moved to sit on his legs, and he gently took ahold of the dying sparkler.

Mirio handed over the book of matches when All Might offered a hand, taking his own seat between Midoriya and Aizawa. All Might drew a soft breath as he leaned over the firework, lighting the fuse and jogging away.

The group huddled together as the first shot fired, and Eri pressed her earmuffs tighter against her head. There was a distant murmur as bursts of color danced against the gray sky, and laughter was just barely heard as some of the students fired off colorful Quirks that fizzled into the air.

Mirio was quick to rub his eye with the heel of his hand, feeling his breath catching in his chest as he smiled.

Midoriya had taken the lead when it came to assaulting the spent firework with snowballs before they finally approached it.

“Okay, okay, the embers are probably out.” Aizawa huffed a chuckle as Eri dropped a snowball into the open tubes. “We should be going, Eri. I still have to make dinner for tonight.”

“Oh, Mr. Aizawa?” Midoriya called, flinching at the half-glare he got. “Just one thing, I promise!” He pulled his backpack off while Eri was doing the same, reaching inside to pull out two small boxes with their names printed on the lids. “I want you two to have these.”

Eri had handed off the pile of cats Mirio had bought earlier, and she approached to take the box with her name on it. Aizawa peeked into his own box, eyes widening subtly before he closed it again. Eri gasped as she opened hers, revealing a cupcake decorated with bright red frosting and sprinkles with a thin stick of peppermint and an apple-shaped decoration stuck in the top.

“Wow, Deku, you’re quite a decorator, huh?” Mirio teased a bit, giving his junior a pat on the back.

“Aw, heh, it’s a nice hobby. I made the apple piece out of colored chocolate, Eri; I hope you like it.” He leaned down to close the box for her, giving her a soft hug. “Happy New Year.”

Aizawa watched him with a sad sort of smile, reaching to lightly ruffle his hair. “Thanks. Happy New Year, kid.” He offered his hand to Eri as Midoriya pulled away from her, and she took it happily.

“Thank you, Deku!” Eri called as they walked away, and Mirio and Midoriya waved after her.

“Well, ah…” Mirio sighed softly, looking a bit awkwardly over his shoulder as he wondered if he should burden them with his feelings. “I guess I’ll head back, you know? I’ve got some… Something to d—” He flinched slightly when Midoriya tugged his sleeve.

“Why don’t you have tea with us, senpai?” He asked, smiling gently. “I have a cupcake for you too.”

Mirio glanced up at All Might, and the teacher nodded silently.

As they settled into the commons in Class 1-A’s dorm, the sun was already getting pretty low. All Might brought the kettle from the kitchen and set it on a potholder on the table.

“Are you ready?” Midoriya asked, seeming a bit hesitant now as he pulled four boxes out of his bag.

“Ready?” Mirio smiled bemusedly. “Sure, of course.”

Midoriya smiled, but he still seemed hesitant. He took a breath and opened the box, revealing a cupcake decorated with green and yellow frosting. A grey pair of glasses made of chocolate was nestled gently into the frosting.

Mirio’s eyes widened, his jaw falling slightly as his hands moved shakily to hold Midoriya’s under the box.

“Y-You…” He blinked a few times too many, tears falling as he leaned back. One hand moved up to his mouth as his breath hitched, shoulders shaking as soft laughter escaped around strictly measured sobs. “…You knew?”

“Well, um, All Might told me this morning. We were worried about you being alone, so…”

Mirio glanced up at All Might poured a cup of tea for him, sniffling faintly as the hero smiled down at him and set a box of birthday candles on top of another box. “Are they all like this, or what?”

“Yeah, I, um; I made Eri’s special because she didn’t know.” Midoriya’s hands flexed nervously around the box. “It was my idea; do you think it’s…in bad taste?”

Mirio brought his other hand back to his junior’s taking the box and pulling the cupcake out to look it over. “Honestly? I think it’s hilarious. I don’t think Sir would have it any other way. In fact…” He reached into his shopping bag, pulling out two of the business cats that he’d bought. “I wanted you two to have these. I wasn’t going to tell you why, but… heh, I guess it’s too late now.”

“Cat’s out of the bag?” All Might and Midoriya said almost at the same time, with All Might seeming uncertain while Midoriya was smiling.

Mirio gasped softly, looking between them. And all three of them laughed.

 The next minutes were oddly quiet. A comfortable sort of silence as Mirio rummaged through the bag and pulled out the small picture frame he’d bought. He smiled sadly to himself as he slipped in the photo from his pocket setting the frame on the table in front of the couch.

“Would you guys want to hear a story?” He asked softly, arranging the fourth cupcake and his own business-cat plush around the frame before he sat back down. “Since we’re here, I mean; I’ll keep it short.”

“Senpai, of course you can tell it.” Midoriya said, licking frosting off of his thumb.

All Might nodded crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back into the couch. “We’re here for you, Togata.”

“Well…” He began, fishing for a specific color of candle. “Sir scouted me when I was a first year, and I was working at his office when Bubble Girl just casually said: Happy Birthday, Sir, and just gave him a card. I’d been working there for weeks and they hadn’t even told me it was coming up!”

Midoriya chuckled lightly. “He didn’t seem like the type to celebrate much.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t, but still! What a way to find out. Anyway, I kinda just dropped everything and begged him to let me make him a cake or something. You gotta have a little cake, right? Or, your favorite snack at least.”

The others chuckled, and Mirio beamed as he pressed a yellow candle into the cupcake in front of them. “He didn’t say a thing at first, but he looked at Bubble Girl and Centipeder and just said: ‘Help him.’”

“Oh, dear…” All Might chuckled knowingly, smiling over the edge of his cup.

“Ah, heh. Yeah, they griped a bit about wasting time, but we weren’t really busy, so they got stuck helping the dumb first-year learn to bake.”

“You’d never baked before, senpai?”

“Hardly. Not on my own, and definitely not from scratch. But we bonded, y’know? Had some laughs even, and the cakes came out…edible.” Mirio laughed shortly, resting the back of his hand against his mouth. “They weren’t burnt, but they weren’t winning any awards; plus, they hadn’t stopped me from putting the frosting on too early, and most of it melted. We presented him with this plate of awful, sad cupcakes, and you want to know what he said?”

His listeners nodded, both watching him as they tried not to laugh too much just yet.

Mirio made a show of holding his own cupcake in an odd way. “He’d picked one up just like this, stared at it for a whole minute, and then looked me in the eye and said: ‘I can’t stand cake.’”

Midoriya snorted, nearly choking on his sip of tea as he laughed. “Oh, my God!”

All Might shook his head, sipping his own tea and sighing. “That sounds about right.”

“And Bubble Girl and Centipeder knew the whole time, too! Yeah, the look on my face must have been a sight because…” He paused, looking down at his fingers before reaching for the matches. “It was the first time I’d seen him laugh. Like, break his stoic character and laugh. I’m sorry you didn’t get to see it, Deku. Every time he laughs, it’s like he resists more, y’know?”

“I could definitely believe that. He was really stubborn.”

The boys laughed softly, and Mirio pat Midoriya’s shoulder before finally pulling out a fresh match.

“I might have a story or two from our old days, boys.” All Might called over to them, pouring another cup from the kettle. “I assure you he hadn’t changed much in terms of philosophy.”

Mirio smiled brightly, and Midoriya practically begged for his mentor to start. Mirio looked down at his hands again, striking the match and leaning to light the candle.

“Happy Birthday, Sir…” He sighed to himself, returning his attention as All Might started to tell a story.

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 Midoriya had fallen asleep first. They’d started a movie that All Might swore up and down he’d seen Nighteye laugh at even though it was boring as sin. Mirio had struggled to stay awake through it, having been looking back and forth between the screen and the flickering candle. Over the hours, the wax hadn’t so much as pearled as far as he could tell, but it was darker now, with the main lights off and the path lights from outside barely reaching through the windows.

Mirio’s eyes were hazy with sleep and tears, a faint string of snores leaving him as he sank slightly into the couch. All Might had taken the empty kettle to the kitchen to clean and rinse.

The candlelight moved, a hand turning the cupcake curiously as a chuckle just barely buzzed the air. The flame was blown out, and Mirio’s eyes blinked as someone’s hand rested on his head. He flinched as his mind processed the wisp of smoke leaving the extinguished candle, sitting up tiredly and glancing around. Midoriya giggled beside him, his hand moving to cover his ear, but otherwise, the room was quiet.

Mirio rubbed his face with the heels of his hands again, smiling out the window at the rushing snow.

[alia-turin]

@amina-celestial first of all my sincere apologies you asked for kinlky Avallac’h fic, but my writing went places. Like literary I have no idea what happened there. I started writing and things were not just happening the kinky way. 

But you will get a cute Avallac’h discovering Earth and trying pasta for first time. 

I fail, I’m sorry. 

Title: My Dream Pairing: Avallac’h/Reader Summary: Avallac’his on the run from the Wild Hunt and finds himself in modern day earth. He is saved and nursed by the reader.

Avallac’h opened multiple portals until he finally was sure no one could find him. He was bleeding, he was exhausted, he had no idea how much longer he could take it. Maybe Caranthir could not sniff him so far out.

Wherever he was, it was winter, as his brain was so foggy he was concerned that the White Frost was here but it seemed just as normal winter and he was obviously still alive. There were bright lights everywhere and he had no idea where he was going. He fell in the snow and the world went into darkness.

He woke up in a strange room that made even less sense to him but it won't be the first time he finds himself in a new and unknown place while travelling between worlds. The bed was a bed, walls, dresser...there was a weird thing that was omitting light, it was not a candle or if it was it was the strangest he had seen. He tried to get up but he felt dizzy and gave up. He could feel something around his leg and when he looked it was a tight bandage. So someone had taken care of him and judging by the fact that he was alive and not in chains it was not Aen Elle.

The door in front of him opened and a human woman walked in.

“You are awake!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry I took the liberty of undressing you but you were almost frozen in the snow and bleeding. I thought hypothermia might have set in.”

Avallac’h just stared at the human, dressed in the weirdest clothes he had seen. Some sort of a top and blue pants that did not look like any fabric he had seen. Did he hit his head so hard that he was hallucinating or that was just some new curse Eredin and Caranthir had come up with.

“Where am I?” he finally decided to ask.

“In my house?” the human responded innocently.

“I mean what realm…” he tried to get up again but it was way too difficult, he must have hit his head somewhere.

“Earth? Solar System?” she looked very confused and neither of that really was helping him either. “Look, I have a million questions for you, but I need to go to work, so if I leave you here, please promise not to leave with the silverware.”

Avallac’h just blinked, not even having an answer. The human walked out of the room, then he heard another door being closed and from what he could tell, locked.

He relaxed again on the bed and fell asleep.

Avallac’h woke up later, it was still a day so he must have been out just a couple of hours.

This time he managed to get out of bed, the world around him was spinning but at least he could walk. The bedroom he was in was small but cozy, certainly not a castle so he was probably in a common house. He walked out of there, the next room was what he would describe as a common room, it had table chairs on one end and some sort of lower seats on the other, across them a table and some strange flat black thing on it. This was indeed a world he had never seen before. He went to the kitchen and started exploring, the thought of food made him sick, but he knew he needed to eat. He was trying to figure out where food was stored when he heard the lock and then the front door opened. The human walked in, carrying bags and kicked the door closed as her hands were busy.

“You look good!” she said as she placed the bags on the high counter surrounding the kitchen. Avallac’h felt enchanted. This human talked to him as if they had been old friends but she was also different from the other humans he had seen. Not just the way she dressed, just...different somehow. If his head did not hurt as much as it did he could probably figure it out.

“Did you bandage me?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

“I found you in front of the building in the snow, you were unconscious and there was a lot of blood. I was about to call ambulance when…” she smiled shily and touched her ear. It took Avallac’h a moment to understand the jest. Right she noticed he was not human. “Then I wasn’t sure what to do so I just dragged you here.” she opened the bags and started emptying them in a tall cupboard that emitted coldness. Avallac’h just straed at in in fascination, that was interesting magical trick.

“You should probably sit.” she pointed at the table and chairs. “I will fix dinner.”

Avallac’h did as he was told, mostly because standing was becoming an issue. He watched the human with great curiosity as she prepared food. Everything was so...new and fascinating.

“So...do you want to tell me what happened to you?” she asked as she put some long brown sticks in a pot of boiling water.

“I guess the best way to describe is I was fighting someone whose abilities proved to be beyond mine, I tried to escape and opened a portal to another world, but that someone has someone else in his service who is very good at travelling between realms and they were able to chase me for very long time, when I managed to lose them I continued travelling from realm to realm, until I had no more strength.” he felt good that she looked at him as confused as he was about this world. It made him feel better that he was not the only one lacking understanding.

“What exactly are you?” she asked after a very long silence just looking at him, probably evaluating if he was crazy.

“Aen Elle.” she looked even more confused. “From my experience most other realms call us elves.”

“Like Legolas?” she pulled the pot of water away and placed a pan on the stove, pouring something red inside.

“I’m not sure who or what Legolas is…” Avallac’h gave her a friendly smile.

“He is a book character, he is an elf, and then they made a movie about the book…” she stopped as she saw his confused look, he understood the word book and that was about it. “He has pointy ears so I guess you are like Legolas.” She grabbed a couple of plates and started putting food on them, moments later she joined him at the table leaving a portion in front of him. The food was...strange. The long brown sticks have turned into long soft white sticks, he would say they looked like worms but he had never seen aperizing worms so that was a bad comparison. There was some red sauce on top with various things in it that he could identify as vegetables and meat.

“You don’t like pasta?” she asked, a bit concerned. “I can fix you something else?”

“I’m afraid I had never had pasta in my life.” he grabbed the fork and tried to poke at the dish the way you would poke a pork chop, but nothing really happened. “How do you…”

“Here watch.” She grabbed her fork and started spinning it, the long things curled around the fork and then she ate it. Avallac’h was impressed. He repeated the motion and although it wasn’t as easy as she made it look like he succeeded to deliver food to his mouth.

“It’s delicious!” he had never tasted anything like that before. It was strange but amazing.

“So...why is this guy and his minion chasing you?” Avallac’h almost choked when she called Caranthir minion. He was starting to like her more and more.

“He is the king where I come from. He killed the previous king and I discovered that. That and a few hundred years of generally not liking each other.” he tried to offer a charming smile although given how battered he was he doubted that had the effect he was hoping for.

“Can he come here?” she looked a bit concerned and that pained Avallac’h. Obviously he had just met her, but she was someone who helped him, a creature she barely understood.

“Theoretically he can.” he decided that lying won’t help anyone. “His minion can probably track me if he feels motivated. However that is a big if, chasing me is a bit of an..entertainment for both of them. They know I pose danger to them, but if I’m in some realm they cannot easily find it becomes too much effort for little reward and they have other issues on their hand.” he hoped that sounded reassuring, in fact he had no idea how much Eredin wanted him now. Surely the king had other things to worry about.

“Well I’m sure they will find it hard to find my apartment.” she said with a smile.

The rest of dinner moved to more pleasant topics. He learned that she worked in the local hospital, which explained why she was able to take such good care of him. She lived alone, which he had guessed by the size and items in this apartment. She cleaned up the table after dinner and even asked to help but she refused so he spent the time just observing her. He had learned a lot of things about humans through the years, he had met so many of them in so many different worlds and they still could surprise him and fascinate him.

Once she was done cleaning she invited him on the lower soft seats where he sat a bit stiff. She turned on the black box and pictures appeared. Avallac’h was fascinated. There were people in the box doing...all sorts of things.

“Wait, I can show you Legolas.” she said and used some weird device to change the images. Soon he could see a human dressed like an elf, he was certain that was human because it didn’t have the elf eyes, or face, but had slightly pointy ears. “That’s what we typically imagine as elves.”

He was educated that it was a movie, it was like a book but people acted it, so more like a play, but recorded in some way he didn’t truly understand so others can watch it. It was a good story, filled with creatures he understood and the bad guys certainly could be the Wild Hunt.

Two weeks had passed since you found the strange elf at the entrance of your building. He had been badly injured and bleeding, you honestly thought he won’t make it through the night. But he had and since then he had been in your home. You didn’t mind the company and you found it entertaining teaching him stuff about your world as he had called it.

But there was more to it...you had found him attractive. It was a really strange thing to give her technically different species, but...he was kind and once he started understanding this world he was great to just talk with about...anything really.

You arrived home from work to see him in the kitchen, cooking. That was something new.

“I’m trying to make pasta.” he announced as he heard you walk in. You saw the spaghetti already out of the water already. It’s not how you have done it, but you kept your thoughts to yourself.

You moved next to him and watched as he was stirring the sauce.

“Here try.” he pulled the wooden spoon out of the pan and pushed it close to your lips. You could feel it is hot, you blew some air on it, your eyes fixed on the elves and then you tasted the spoon. He didn’t move. You didn’t move. The spoon was there on the tip of your lips, he was just staring at you and well so did you.

“It’s really good.” days could have passed you wouldn’t have noticed. “Yeah. Good.” You had to step away as it was too hot in this kitchen. You grabbed some silverware and placed it on the table. You went back to the kitchen and grabbed plates, leaving it next to the pasta pot, trying to keep a bit of distance...what did just happen?

He joined you at the table where you were awfully quiet. Food was good, spaghetti probably needed another minute or two, but the sauce was really good and that was helping.

“You are very silent.” he noted. “That is not typical.”

You weren’t sure if that was a question or observation. Also, did you just imagine things? He just stared at you in that longing way that made your whole body just...relax and tense at the same time.

“Just a long day.” you smiled not sure how you would explain things. Like...I like you? Do you like me? The two of you continued dinner in silence, he gave you a couple of curious looks you pretended you didn’t see and you stared at him when you thought he did not see.

Once you were done with your plate you picked up and walked in the kitchen, your thoughts running back to that moment with the spoon. You were making up by now, you were putting too much in a moment when someone was asking you to taste food. A bit annoyed at yourself you placed the plate in the sink and turned around, bumping into Avallac’h who was standing there behind you, you never heard him follow you.

“What’s going on?” he asked and you did your best to avoid his eyes, which wasn’t difficult give he was much taller than you.

“Just a long day.” you had to get away from this situation, that was the logical thing to do, but you enjoyed being close to him, so close…

“Look at me.” he placed his finger under your chin and made you look him in the eyes. “I might not be familiar with humans here but I know a thing or two about your kind. What is going on?”

What was going on was that two weeks ago you helped a stranger and you felt very attracted to him. What was going on was that it all felt so wrong, but also so good.

“Okay then.” He said after no response followed as you were too busy fighting with your feelings. “I will take a wild guess here.” he leaned forward and his lips touched yours. Your heart sank, or it was about to fly away, you were not sure which but what you knew for sure was that you liked it. You wanted it and you needed it.

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.4

Part 4 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi​ @oikawalmart-hq​ @extrasugafree​ @bbykiyoomi​ @apricotjihyo​ @simpformiya @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

“How is she?” Todoroki asked as he witnessed the scene before him.

None of them were expecting your quirk to go rampant for a few seconds. Being kept under surveillance, it was a miracle that UA signed the papers to let Recovery Girl be in charge. With your quirk’s sudden outburst, a good portion of her office was now upside down. The closest bed to yours was flipped over, the machine monitoring your vital signs now rested on the floor, and the window separating you from the rest now torn into shreds.

“Her vitals are still normal.” Recovery Girl said as she fixed the machine. Making sure that everything was as it was, she sighed and stared at your sleeping body. In all her years as a nurse, this would have to be the first time she would experience this. “Todoroki-san. Your father’s lab sent me some EEG results. I went over them a few hours ago.”

Todoroki nodded. His fist slowly balling.

“It perplexes me.” She pointed her index at you. “Her brain activity shows no sign of being in a commative state. In fact, it’s the opposite. The results told me that her brain is as active as ever.”

“Then why is she sleeping?” Bakugo asked. All this time he had been quietly observing. “If this extra’s brain is acting up, why the hell isn’t she responding?”

“I still have to run a few tests. And maybe call a few colleagues. It’s only been the second day, with a quirk like hers, it may be normal for her body to remain in a constant state of consciousness.”

Deku was about to speak up till he saw the faint glow of yellow on your palms once more. Everyone in the room prepared and distanced themselves from your sleeping body but nothing extreme happened. Staring at how the glow was steady and disappeared after a few seconds, collective hums and tiny gasps filled the room. With nothing happening next, Recovery Girl motioned for the three boys to leave.

Inside the classroom, everyone was waiting for the doors to slide open. When it did, everyone began bombarding them with questions till Bakugo finally yelled at them to shut their mouths. Commanding Todoroki to tell them, the half and half boy began.

“Recovery Girl said that (y/n)’s brain doesn’t show signs of being in a coma.”

“The girl’s quirk went haywire in the clinic. Either she’s sleep fighting or her quirk is getting out of control. You two were handed a mission, right? What exactly happened half and half? You hidin’ somethin’ or shit?”

“Kacchan, Todoroki-kun already explained what happened.” Deku tried to calm down the angry pomeranian. It worked but he received a snarl. Looking at Todoroki, Deku asked. “You’ve known her longest, do you think she’ll be okay?”

“She was in pain when I last saw her conscious. It angers me that there’s nothing much I can do but to hope that she’ll recover.”

~

Meanwhile, in another dimension, you were now preparing the gym with Yukie and Kaori. Dragging the cart out, you had been assigned to take care of the volleyballs. Pumping and making sure that there was enough air in them, you felt glad for the mini work out. It had been too long since you last worked out and even this amount was barely enough to maintain your body.

Asking a member, he hesitantly agreed into letting you become the new ball boy.

“(y/n)-chan? You sure you wanna be incharge of the balls?” Konoha asked.

“Yeah. There’s more than enough managers and it would be good exercise for me.” It was a shocker that Konoha even talked to you. Among the team, he was one of the few people you didn’t bother to research about. All you knew was he could cheer Bokuto up and that was that. Satisfied with your reply, you watched as he excused himself and walked back to begin his warm up.

At the end of the day, your body was far from sore. Not even an increase in your heart rate. Though, you did sweat but only due to the heat the gym radiated. Now that you were inside the girl’s locker room, you stretched your limbs only to be left unsatisfied.

“You moved and caught the balls like there was no tomorrow yet you barely broke a sweat.” Kaori commented as she took her shirt off. Yukie chimed in and agreed with the statement.

“I used to work out a lot back in Musutafu.” Taking your shirt off, the two girls gasped at the sight of your toned body. It had only dawned you that this would be the first time you were changing with them. You always made it a habit to enter the gym earlier than the others.

“Were you in a gang? Why do you have a lot of scratches on your body, (y/n)?” Yukie took a step closer and feasted on all your small battle scars.

Mentally cursing that you did not think this moment through, you chewed on your inner cheek and tried to think of an explanation.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m a clutz, Yukie-san.”

“A big one at that.” She pointed to a particular one. The most painful one of them all. Running from your shoulder to the tip of your breastbone, the memory of Toga digging her knife across your skin made you shudder. Seeing how you shuddered, Yukie felt guilt for intruding such personal space.

“It’s fine, Yukie-san~ No need to apologize.” You stopped her before she could speak. “Those were just… tough times ya know? But, this doesn’t hurt or even affect me that much anymore.”

“Well, you better get dressed quickly,” Kaori commented as she giggled. “Akaashi-san just sent you a message saying he’s waiting by the gate.”

Changing quickly, you could feel the stares behind you.

“Nothing is going on, okay? We’re just neighbors.” You pouted with your eyebrows furrowing.

“So you mean to say, you have the strength to walk past his beautiful face?”

“Yes, Kaori-san.” You replied with a deadpan voice. Yes, you admired him during the first day here in this dimension but that was it.

“And that none of those athletic boys caught your attention?”

“None at all.” Shrug.

The two girls shared a quiet giggle. Squinting your eyes, you stared at them till they waved you off and told you to have fun on your walk back home with the setter. Now that you were walking towards the gate, you checked up on your quirk once more. The pulling sensation was a little stronger, the glow a little brighter, but no significant changes. When you saw Akaashi leaning on the wall, his gunmetal blue eyes looked silver under the moonlit night.

“Shall we?”

“Yeah.”

The walk began and it was wrapped in silence once more. But, this time, the silence was comfortable. It gave you enough time to gather your thoughts. Every now and then, you would ask a school related question to the setter and immediately a response was given. Passing by a cafe, your eyes were glued to the (favorite pastry) being showcased. On record time, your stomach sang and your cheeks turned red.

“You hungry?” Akaashi asked as he stared at the (favorite pastry). “I don’t mind eating dinner out. The food this cafe offers is pretty tasty.”

“Can we?” A wide grin formed on the corners of your mouth. When he nodded his head, you grabbed on to his hand and dragged him inside the cafe. The scent of brewed coffee accompanied by the soothing melodies of soft jazz reminded you of Kiri and Bakugo’s study sessions.

Bringing him to the counter, Akaashi’s eyes focused on both your hands. There was no spark now, but this time a small pulling sensation took its place. Judging that it might have been the effects of practice he brushed it off and enjoyed the warmth your hold had to offer.

“I’ll have pasta and a slice of that (favorite pastry) please!” The giddiness in your voice made the cashier smile.”What about you, Akaashi-san?”

“Caesar salad and a pork chop.”

Offering to pay for the food, you let go of his hand and fished out your pocket. It wasn’t too expensive and the money your o-mother gave you was slowly piling up. Getting the number, you pointed to a small booth that had enough privacy the two of you would appreciate.

“Do you eat here a lot, Akaashi-san?”

“Not quite.” The way he sat down was very proper compared to yours. Though he didn’t really mind. “I do like their latte’s here. What about you, Firecracker?”

“Firecracker?” You raised a brow and your palms began to sweat.

“Have you eaten here before?”

“Nope. This would have to be my first time.” Your eyes scanned the decoration. It was homey and rustic. The lights above you looked as if the designer had a lot of glass bottles at home. “You’re pretty good at dealing with Bokuto-san’s personality.”

“Barely. I just grew up with him.”

“Were you in the volleyball club in middle school?”

“Yeah.” He began to play with his fingers. “But my teammates weren’t as dedicated. What about you?”

“Well, I didn’t join any club.” You placed your elbow on the table and rested your chin on your palm. Your stare glued to the boy sitting across you. “But I did like aiding the support department from time to time. They built some pretty interesting gears that helped me and my friends cope with the curriculum.”

“Gears?” The look of confusion was amusing. It was subtle but clear.

“Yeah.” You smirked. “UA was pretty brutal when it came to subjects. Being in 1-A was interesting and the smallest trip caused a lot of chaos. It was fun, scared the shit out of us, but the experience was worth it.”

“You’re talking as if you have special abilities.” His eyebrow was the one raised now. The playful glimmer in your eyes evident.

“Are you saying I’m not special, Akaashi-san?”

“I never implied that, (l/n)-san.”

The both of you stared each other down for a while. Being with Akaashi in a private booth was a different experience. His extra shirt was a little loose on him, thus hiding his well formed shoulders. A little sad, you had to admit. Being given the opportunity to stare at his face, you had to give him praise. He really was gorgeous despite looking a tad tired from the heinous practice.

“I’m kidding. Ya got me.” You pulled out a tissue and threw it on the table. A white flag, so to speak. “I wasn’t into sports. I was mostly in the background and focused on my studies. Boring right?”

“Far from it.” The corner of his lip curled up for the slightest bit. That small smile made your tummy feel weird and tingly.

“Indeed. I’m far from boring.” You winked. “I’m probably the most interesting person here in this dimension called Tokyo.”

“You’re rubbing ass now.”

“So the very proper and dainty Akaashi Keiji knows how to swear?” You feigned surprise and couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the words he had just said.

“Ass is not a swear word, (l/n) (y/n).”

“You’re right. It’s something you're blessed with.” Fuck. You got carried away. Biting your tongue and clearing your throat, the food finally arrived. Hopefully he’d let it slip and just enjoy the meal. “ANYWAY~ Thanks for letting me drag you in here.”

“My pleasure.”

The meal was pleasant and the embarrassment of complimenting his ass forgotten. Yet, the feeling of finally telling someone about a few things back home was a huge weight off your shoulders. Having to bottle up so much knowledge that you’re a complete stranger in this world was straining.

Akaashi noticed it too. How your shoulders relaxed and your features as well indicated that you had just taken a load off your problems. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was but he was pretty sure that there was more to what you had just told him. Not to mention your choice of words were far from being carefully selected, almost as if it was natural to you. Swallowing his thoughts, he continued savoring the food and the enigma before him.

Now standing on the street, in the middle of your houses, you stared at the gap between the two buildings. 5 meters was your estimated distance. Not too far and not too close, a pretty standard distance based on the houses in the neighborhood.

“Thanks for walking me home, Akaashi-san.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, (l/n)-san.”

“Ya know, we might as well drop the honorifics. Neighbors, same year, same team.” You were never one to like formalities anyway. “But, I’m cool with keeping it tho.”

“In that case, I can agree with your proposal.” Akaashi now walked towards his side of the area. With his back facing you, he glanced over his shoulder and bowed. “Goodnight, Firecracker.”

Firecracker. That was more of a Bakugo thing, if you were to be honest.

But, coming from his mouth?

You were more than willing to let him call you that.

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so did ya’ll like this chapter? we now have a picture as to how our BNHA friends are doing~ Akaashi is still accepting in his line up :) comment if youd like to be a part of it!

[theoi-crow]

Hey. I don’t think Aphrodite likes me. I used to see signs of her everywhere. I made her an altar, I offered wine and roses and crystals, and I even just made Greek runes from sea glass. But when I used the runes for the first time today, I got a completely negative reading; almost cold. I just couldn’t feel her anymore. Am I doing something wrong? :(

This is always very heartbreaking and I understand where you're coming from because no one likes being rejected but there may be other reasons for why Aphrodite may be acting like this. 

Personal Blocking: Sometimes gods have a hard time connecting with us because of a mental or emotional problem and it's hard to hear them. This happens to me especially when I'm very depressed or am preoccupied with something else. Is there something that is upsetting you? On your mind? Depressed? Distracting you?

You're not ready to work with her: Sometimes the gods give us signs and then seem to ignore us in order to tell us that we need to work on something in their domain but we are not ready to work with them. This happened to me with Apollo a few years back when I was having massive medical problems. He sent me signs that he was reaching out to me and said I wasn't ready to work with him but he wanted me to focus on my body because there was something very wrong with it. I worked on what he wanted me to work on and Aphrodite was the intermediate god that would give me his messages because our personalities and likes are so similar she knew it wouldn't cause me stress. Speaking of stress, stress was the main reason why Apollo wanted me to focus on my body medically but didn't think I was ready to work with him and he was SO RIGHT! I work with him today and we still bump heads so if I had forced is to work together...oof...I would not have done so well, medically. Maybe Aphrodite wants you to do shadow work that fall under her domain like self-worth, self-love, etc but she knows she may stress you out because you aren't ready to work with her. 

More research is needed: she may want you to do more research on her before you begin to work with her. Mythology can only take you so far and it barely scratches the surface on who Aphrodite is, for example did you know that sacred lamentation that was regularly used in Greek tragedy was largely influenced from the cult of Adonis who religiously saw Aphrodite as the inventor that form of mourning when she was mourning the death of Adonis? Or that the ancient Greeks avoided giving her pork (with exceptions here and there) because they believed it offended her? These are things that you'll find when researching the ancient greeks so she may want you to do a bit more research. 

Another love god wants to work with you: This happens a lot with the erotes, especially Eros and followers who think it's Aphrodite but it's actually one of the erotes like Anteros or Hermaphroditus. It might also be a love god from a different Pantheon. This happened to me when I was looking for a Pantheon, I had a bunch of psychic and witches suggest all kinds of love goddesses like Venus, Oshun, Freyja, Hathor, Inanna, etc. But none of them worked with the Greek Pantheon so I never quite clicked with any of them but never thought to try Aphrodite which is funny because the moment I began to work with her, suddenly everything made sense. So my question is, do you think it may be a different love god or maybe even one from a different Pantheon? Are you drawn to a different Pantheon? 

A completely different god wants to work with you before you work with Aphrodite: remember what I said about Apollo earlier? I was drawn to him but Aphrodite told me to work with her first before working with another god because she knew I was going to find it easier due to my personality, versus his personality? Just a couple of days ago I had a tiny fight with Apollo due to a misunderstanding on my part but it reminded me that we still bump heads despite working together for a couple of years now and Aphrodite was very quick to seperate us because she could see the misunderstanding happening. The following day she was having me do gentle "why I appreciate Apollo" exercises, so another god who knows you may bump heads with Aphrodite for various reasons wants to first develop a relationship with you so that they can help de-escalate possible tension due to personality differences. 

Your expectations are too high: I once asked a follower what a godphone moment looked like to them and they described a clear and cohesive conversation between a follower and a god. When I described how I have a godphone moment with the gods they realized they were not only expecting too much from the way the gods communicated with them but that they themselves have already been having godphone moments but were ignoring them because they were cryptic and easy to miss, easy to misunderstand or confuse for your own thoughts (as most godphone moments are). Are you unconsciously expecting something? 

She may not like runes to connect with you: I say "to connect with you" because different gods will prefer different forms of divination to connect with different followers. For me, personally, Ares does not like Tarot. He gets very frustrated very fast. Aphrodite often prefers intuitive feelings to communicate because I'm an empath and Apollo often prefers Tarot with me. But just because these are how the gods prefer to communicate with me does not mean that this is how it is for everyone. I've met followers who note that Ares loves using tarot, Apollo prefers a pendulum or Aphrodite prefers Tarot, so it all depends on you but I suggest possibly using tarot or another form to communicate because she may not like the runes to communicate with you. 

I'm sorry that you had that experience with Aphrodite but it may also be that she wants you to take a break from her and research other gods in case you are not ready to work her, or your life is in need of a different god at the moment. 

I hope this helps! 

[petri808]

Could you do writing prompts of kyo and tohru first valentine's and white day celebration after they got together??

Honmei with Love

Kyoru.  (Post-curse)

Part 1- Valentine’s Day

“So,” Arisa and Saki corner Tohru in the hallway next to their classroom.  “What are you getting Kyo for Valentine’s day?”

Tohru fidgets with her fingers, “well… he told me not to get him anything….”

“Why not?!” Arisa demanded to know.

“Such a fool,” Saki shakes her head.  “does he not want his beloved showing her affections towards him for the entire school to see and gossip over?”

Both Tohru and Arisa deadpan at their friend for a second.

“W-Why would anyone gossip?!” Tohru stammers out.  

“Geez, Saki, don’t scare her,” Arisa laughs.  “You know how the chicks are at this school when it comes to the Sohma men,” she places a hand on Tohru’s shoulder, “But don’t worry about it, back to my question. Why not?!”

“Oh,” Tohru chuckles.  She’d been clueless for a long-time about the Sohma fan club, but once her and Kyo had become an official couple, they’d backed off for the most part.  It seemed to help that Yuki and Machi had made it clear to the fan club as well, these two Sohma men were off the eligible bachelor lists for good.  “He said he doesn’t want me to waste any money on a gift.”  A blush falls on Tohru’s cheeks, “that I’m already his gift.”

“Aww, who knew that guy could be so sappy and sweet!  But still, it would seem weird if you don’t give him something.”

“Really?” Tohru blinks in confusion, “Is it that big of a deal?”

“You could always give him your bod…”

Arisa quickly cover’s Tohru’s ears, “Saki she’s not ready for that!”

Saki chides away.  “My apologies.”

“Give him what?” Tohru questions, completely unaware of her friend’s insinuations.

“it’s nothing important yet, don’t worry.” Arisa is quick to change the subject.  To her, Tohru was their innocent little bean that still needed protecting, and the girl was still too naïve to even think about other physical aspects of relationships.  “I guess if he insists on no gifts, you could just make him a special lunch, maybe a treat to go with it or something.”

“I was thinking about turning our lunch break into a picnic or something,” Tohru offers.  “Maybe make his favorite dish.”

“Oooh!  You could set up a blanket on the roof!  Away from prying eyes,” Arisa chimes in.

“That could be romantic,” Saki adds, “in an innocent way.”

“Yosh!”  Tohru pumps her fists in the air, “then that is what I will do!”

On the morning of February 14th, Tohru wakes up early and creeps down into the kitchen.  She knows that her cooking won’t arouse any suspicions from Kyo or any of their housemates because it was a normal routine to make breakfast or lunches for them.  Her special treat was already prepared the night before after Kyo had gone to bed, so all she had left to do was make the bento lunches, pack them up along with a small blanket and a couple of drinks.  

Kyo walks into the kitchen, “Good morning Tohru,” and kisses her on the forehead.  

Tohru blushes, “good morning Kyo.”  She loved it when he was so sweet and gentle with her, despite still getting used to the attention.

Ever since the curse had been broken, Kyo used any opportunity to be close to her.  He was always one to show rather than tell how he was feeling, and it seemed being able to reach out and hold what was dearest to him, truly changed him for the better.  Hugs, kisses, or simply a hand on her shoulder reassured him that it was real, that this wasn’t a dream.  “Ready to head to school?”

“Mmhmm,” she picks up her lunch kit while Kyo grabs the book bag they’d started sharing.  

He takes her hand and they make their way to school like any other school day, acting like nothing was wrong.  Inside Kyo was a little worried.  Valentine’s day was always one he dreaded because of the gift’s girls would shove into his locker or leave on his desk.  This was the first time he’d ever had a girlfriend, so he prayed that the others would leave him alone now.  A fleeting idea of whether or not Yuki was similarly worried crosses his mind.  ‘Tch, that’s his problem.’  Not that Kyo thought that Tohru would get upset if any others did.  She didn’t really let such trivial matters bother her, and that was a trait he rather loved about her.  He chuckles in his head, her naivete was adorable.  

The day drags on, classes more abuzz with-it being Valentine’s day and all, than focused on classwork.  Even their teacher Ms. Shiraki seemed preoccupied.  Those in the know knew why.  She and Hatori Sohma had grown… closer since the curse had been broken.  Sure, enough, when they’d arrived at school Kyo had found a couple of gifts in his locker.  At least it was only a couple of anonymously wrapped little confections that he’d quickly taken and shoved into some unsuspecting male’s locker.  Why not share the wealth with some unlucky guy who didn’t receive a gift.  But these women, Kyo swore, some just didn’t give up!  And Tohru, his ditzy little angel had simply laughed and teased how lucky she was to be his girlfriend.  

“Ugh,” Kyo groans when the bell tolls, “finally it’s lunch time!”  He sees Tohru pulling out her lunch bag and smiles.  

“I wanna eat on the roof today,” she tells him, a faint blush again trickling onto her fair skin.  “So, we have more privacy.”

He chuckles, “okay.”  Kyo wasn’t sure why, but it really wasn’t a big deal to him.  Frankly he preferred to get away from the other students whenever he could.

The two make their way to the staircase that leads to the roof access, with their friends Arisa and Saki giving Tohru a knowing look and wink as they walk by.  Kyo ignore the pair, having given up trying to understand why they do what they do sometimes.  He simply assumed that they’d helped Tohru in her decision making this day.

Tohru sets up the blanket she’d brought with her, pulling out two bento boxes, drinks, and a small paper wrapped looking gift.  Kyo eyes the little package and takes a seat on the blanket with a sigh.  He’d told her not to do anything special for him.  It wasn’t gift wrapped per se, but it was still out of the norm of the usual lunches she would make.

Having heard the little sigh, Tohru looks up from what she was doing.  “I know you told me no gifts, but…. I couldn’t help it.  They said I could still do something small for you to show my affection.”

Kyo immediately assumes ‘they’ meant Arisa and Saki.  “Why am I not surprised,” he runs his hand over his face.  Those two loved sticking their noses into he and Tohru’s relationship.

Tohru pouts, “it’s just an extra dessert I made for our lunch…”

“Hey…”  Kyo grabs her hand, kissing the back, “I’m sorry Tohru, I didn’t mean to upset you.  It’s fine really.  Thank you,” he kisses her again.  “I just didn’t want you to fuss over me, you already do so much.”

“I know….  It’s really not a burden, I enjoy doing these little things.”

He smiles and pulls Tohru onto his lap, wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder.  “I don’t deserve you.”

She twists her head and places a kiss on his cheek.  “Oh shush, we deserve each other.”  She then picks up a bento box and places it in his hand before grabbing her own.  “Itadakimasu!  Now eat before the hour passes.”

Kyo chuckles, “yes ma’am!”

From the first bite, he knew Tohru had outdone herself with this lunch.  Damn when had she even had the chance to make it?!  It made his mouth salivate for more!  The vegetables were perfectly al dente because he hated mushy carrots or shitake mushrooms.  The panko crusted pork practically melted in his mouth and the sauce was not the usual Kagome brand, but a homemade recipe he’s come to love.  This katsudon catered to his carnivorous side as if he was still the cat of legend.  He devours the bento rice and all and washes it down with the milk tea she’d brought for them.

She just smiles and chuckles at her boyfriend’s ravenous appetite.  The short work he made of the lunch was enough to tell her he was thoroughly satisfied with her efforts, but the groans of approval were definitely icing on the cake.  

“Thank you,” he places a flavor-laden kiss on her lips.  “That was amazing as always.”

“Please,” Tohru hands Kyo the gift confection, “Happy Valentine’s Day Kyo.”

He unwraps the little gift box to find honmei quality milk chocolates homemade by Tohru.  Each heart shaped confection was white chocolate embellished with different designs from a cat to words like love or simply drizzled, and as he bites into one, finds it filled with a delicately sweet strawberry sakura filling.  “This is better than any bakery!”  Kyo wasn’t a big dessert eater, but she’d managed to keep the sweet level to his liking.  After eating a piece and sharing one with her, Kyo rewraps the gift.  “I’ll be savoring the rest,” he kisses her again.  “Happy Valentine’s Day Tohru.”

“You’re welcome,” she giggles and returns his kiss.  

For the rest of the lunch period, the couple sit and relax, letting their stomach settle.  Kyo kept Tohru in his lap with his arms wrapped around her waist trying not to fall asleep.  It was perfectly quiet and peaceful, just the warming sun and gentle whispering breeze providing them company.  She’d picked the best place, at least on the campus to spend their first Valentines leaving just one new dilemma for Kyo, what was he going to do for White Day?!

*Honmei chocolates info

Katsudon info

Valetines & White Day in Japan info

~~~ Part 2- White Day portion coming in March :)            

[alright--okay]

you ever been to a basement show? pt. 3

tsukishima kei x reader

summary: Tsukishima sees you everywhere, and for a big school thats weird. And it’s not like he’s gonna do anything, that’d be even weirder, but one day in your shared lecture he sees you wearing a shirt with some small band’s name. A band he know. And well, now he has to know who you are.

word count: ~2.8 k

a/n: the first five chapters are already on ao3 so imma post them here real quick, hope anyone reading enjoys!

read on ao3!

pt. 3 Girl Scout Cookies - Mom Jeans.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Tsukishima said as you walked into the lecture hall, gesturing to your outfit.

“I don’t understand the question.” You calmly replied taking a seat beside him, only to awkwardly bring your legs up to the chair in front of you. The attempt to look laid back and “chill” clearly not working.

Tsukishima widened his eyes and pointedly shifted his gaze to your plaid pants.

“They’re my fun pants!”

“Is fun the word we’re gonna use?”

“Yes. We are. Because these,” you gestured to the patterned pants, “are a statement piece and fashionable. I look trendy and professional.”

“You look like you got lost on your way to an underground cafe that serves farm-fresh honey.”

“That sounds delightful, not gonna lie.” You turned away from Tsukishima to start unpacking your materials for the class. “Oh, and before I forget, I figured you’d like to know that Yachi was very happy to see you again.”

Tsukishima let a small smile slip onto his face at that, “I’m sure, Yachi was close with a lot of us on the volleyball team; when we got to college it just got harder to coordinate, even if we were at the same school.” He turned to look at the pen he had been playing with in his hand, “It was nice to see her too.”

“Aw, Tsukishima, you do have a heart!” You laughed. Even though you had known Tsukishima for a short period of time, it was easy to get comfortable around him. You actually kinda enjoyed his snarky attitude and it was fun to tease him. Not to mention Yachi trusted the dude so you knew he had to be a good person (even if it was deep down).

Tsukishima attempted to ignore you the rest of the class for that comment but decided to bother you by pushing your elbow off your shared armrest every chance he got.

After the third time your pen ran down the page in an abrupt straight line, you stoned your face and silently looked forward, ignoring the chuckles Tsukishima was hiding behind his hand. You slide the small lecture desk back in its place and calmly made your way to one seat over. Once settled again you turned to Tsukishima who was already looking at you with bright eyes and a poorly repressed smile.

“I’m not having it.”

~~~

From Tsukishima archeology:

hey i don’t know if you’d be interested but me yamaguchi and our other roommates were gonna have a game night situation tonight

i think yamaguchi told yachi about it but i wanted to let you know that youre welcome

to come that is

if you want to

You smiled at the texts. Yachi had informed you of the “game night situation” happening on Friday last night, but it had seemed wrong to impose. These were friends Yachi hadn’t seen in how long? And you were just supposed to crash their full reunion? But Yachi had taken the time to assure you that yes, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were friends from high school, but their other roommates were really just “friends-of-friends”.

She had convinced you to come with her to be another familiar face, but having Tsukishima explicitly invite you made you feel better about the situation as a whole.

To Tsukishima archeology:

yeah yachi told me !! ill see you there :)

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and continued your walk away from campus to your apartment with Yachi. It was still the early afternoon and you were (thankfully) done with classes for the week, giving you plenty of time to mentally prepare for a night of socialization with a group of people you largely didn’t know.

What the fuck did you agree to?

~~~~~~

“So she is confirmed coming?” Yamaguchi asked from the kitchen, peering around the corner to see Tsukishima, hunched over his phone starring at the screen.

“Yeah, she’s coming with Yachi.”

“I still can’t believe she knows Yachi,” Yamaguchi said, shaking his head slightly as he sat beside Tsukishima on the couch. “Well, at least it gave us a reason to reach out, right? I’ve missed my favorite blonde.”

Tsukishima beside him sat up, looking at his friend, “Oh so I’m number two?”

“Sorry, but you’re number three,” Yamaguchi said with false sincerity, “Akiteru beat you out when he brought those pork buns last month.”

Tsukishima gave his friend a blank stare before falling back into the couch with a “shuddup Yamaguchi” mumbled under his breath, Yamaguchi only offering a snicker in response.

“Come on, get up. We have to prepare this place for tonight.” Yamaguchi stood, holding out a hand to help Tsukishima up.

“Prepare? It’s not like we’re throwing a party or something.”

“No, but we have a fairly tiny apartment and with eight peop-”

“Wait, eight? I thought there would only be six…” Tsukishima trailed off as he came to realize who the other two were.

Yamaguchi gave a nod, moving to fix the couches in the small space, “Yep. Bokuto was sad he couldn’t come last weekend so they’re taking the train in. They should be here in like an hour. Hope your new friend likes being interrogated.”

At this Tsukishima groaned. “I might have finally found a normal friend and those two are gonna ruin it.”

“Oh come on, Tsukki. Yeah, they’re loud and crash and have way too much energy BUT you love them.”

“I love Kenma and Akaashi, that’s the only way I deal with those buffoons.” Tsukishima paused before going to help Yamaguchi position the couch, “But for real … do you think they’ll scare y/n?“

“Tsukki, that girl can deal with you. I’m sure she’ll be fine with Kuroo and Bokuto. Plus Yachi is gonna be here, Kenma and Akaashi will keep them in line for her, and by proxy, y/n.”

Tsukishima knew this was true at least. Back in their first year of university, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Yachi hung out a lot more and even back then Kuroo and Bokuto would come to visit their respective boyfriends. In the few times all of them would hang out together, Kenma and Akaashi made sure the two were respectful of Yachi, knowing how anxious she could get.

So as long as Kuroo and Bokuto didn’t get you alone, all should be fine.

~~~~~~

“Oho, ho, ho,” a man with black and white spiked hair approached you with wide eyes, getting borderline too close to your face before you even fully walked through the door, “who are you?”

“I’m y/n, it’s uh, nice to meet you.” you tried to give a casual smile as the man continued to make direct eye contact with you, “I like your hair.”

His face lit up with a blinding smile, “Thank you! Your hair is also very nice, very pretty, suits your face shape.” A genuine smile slipped on your face at the compliment, “I’m Bokuto Koutarou, I don’t live here.” His smile still in place, despite your now confused expression, “And Yachi! I haven’t seen you in forever!” Bokuto turned to your roommate who had been standing beside you, leaning down to give her a seemingly very tight hug.

“Hello, Bokuto-san!” This was not one of the people Yachi had told you about. She had mentioned Tsukishima and Yamaguchi’s other two roommates, but nothing about a random boisterous man.

“Bokuto, please put her down.” A very pretty man came from around the corner, laying a hand on Bokuto’s shoulder. Bokuto did such and turned to throw an arm around the man’s shoulders. “It’s nice to see you again, Yachi.” He now faced you with a small smile just barely curving his lips, “And you must be y/n? Tsukishima said he invited another friend.”

“Yes, that would be me. Can I assume you live here?”

“You can. I’m Akaashi Keiji and you’ve met my boyfriend I see.” Boyfriend got it. “Everyone else is in the kitchen getting snacks but feel free to get comfortable.” He gave you two another smile before going back down the hallway he came, Bokuto trailing behind him.

You and Yachi walked over to the small living room area in front of you, “Sorry I didn’t warn you about Bokuto, I didn’t realize he was coming.”

“It’s all good,” you said with a chuckle, “He seems nice.”

“He is! It probably means that Kuroo is here too, but don’t worry! He’s nice too! They can just get kind of … loud.” The two of you were interrupted by a freckled man (who you recognized as Yamaguchi from pictures Yachi had shown you) that walked into a room.

“Yachi! What’s up?” His smile was warm as the two met in a hug, “And y/n! It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“Same. I’m happy to expand my social circle,” you said, returning his smile with a chuckle.

“So as for games-”

“Y/N!” You startled at your name being yelled by an unfamiliar man (possibly, Kuroo? He was already loud) power walking from the hallway. Tsukishima was quickly trailing behind him, trying to act calm but obviously failing. “Were you the vixen that swept our dear Tsukki away last Saturday night?”

Your wide-eyed gaze met Tsukishima’s (who looked physically in pain), “Perhaps.” Tsukishima closed his eyes, seeming to anticipate the following smirk that grows on the man’s face at your answer. “But in my defense, Yachi was there too.”

“Yes, but Tsukki didn’t know that, did he.” Eyes turn to Tsukishima, who was now sitting at the end of the couch, a hand rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses.

“Can we move on?”

“No! We cannot, but first,” Kuroo looks to Bokuto, both straightening their backs as they say simultaneously, “shots?”

Oh, this was going to be a fun night.

~~~

“Tsukishima. Tsukishima … Tsuki … shima”

“Can I help you?”

“Please let me try on your glasses.” Okay so maybe the sixth shot was a bad idea. “Please, I just want to see how blind you are.”

You were usually okay when it came to drinking, never getting too wild or out of control, but the vibe of the night mixed with Tsukishima still being annoyingly sober after three drinks made you more … talkative.

“I’m not blind.” Tsukishima relented, slipping his glasses from his face and into your waiting hand, and subsequently onto your face.

“Damn, you really aren’t, this is a pussy prescription.” Your eyes were slightly glazed as they looked around the living room, not being able to focus on the shapes of the room.

Kuroo broke into a cackle from his position on the floor playing a card game with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Yachi, “Fucking burn Tsukki.”

“Kuroo.” Kenma called, curled around a pillow on the couch, phone clutched in hand.

“Sorry, sorry. Quiet voice, shhhh.” Kenma gave a nod and returned to his huddled position.

You focused back on Tsukishima, giving him his glasses, “I used to wear glasses, you know. My prescription was really bad. I’ve been wearing contacts recently though, hence the,” you gestured to your face, lacking frames.

“So that’s how you know I have a ‘pussy prescription’?”

“Heh wait, ‘pussy prescription,’ I just realized.” You giggled at him, “Like the opposite of a dick appointment.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that conversation. Want some water?”

“Yes, but also!” You faced the other members of the group in their various positions around the small room, “can we order food?”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Bokuto sprang up, already going around the room to take orders before calling in an order to a local restaurant, known to be specifically used by drunk college students at two a.m.

While Bokuto and Kuroo left to pick up the order, you quietly sat back down next to Tsukishima.

“I know this is very out of the blue and maybe it’s cause I’m a lil drunk-”

“A little?”

“Shaddup, I’m not that bad,” you gently slapped his chest at the comment (and wow that’s a thought for later), “just … thank you for inviting me.”

“Well, you know, we were inviting Yachi, just seemed like we were obligated to and all that.” Tsukishima wasn’t looking at you but you could see a light blush staining the tops of his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sure you were very obligated to do so. But come on bro, I’m trying to have a tender moment.”

“… you’re welcome.” You stared at him intensely, he sighed before relenting, “Okay, I get it. I’m glad you came. Seriously.”

You smiled up at him, “Do you guys do this type of thing often? You guys are all really nice and I think Yachi is happy to have you guys back in her life. I think the both of us would really enjoy doing this again.”

Tsukishima gave a small smile back, “I think the both of you are welcome anytime.”

“Glad to hear it.”

The two of you sat in your own bubble for a bit before the smack of the door against the wall alerted you to the food arriving.

The night ended soon after that, everyone sitting on various pieces of furniture in the cramped space, slowly sobering up and getting sleepier at the same time while eating your respective orders (and if you stole some of Tsukishima’s french fries, no one had to know).

Akaashi had already dragged a clingy, half-awake Bokuto to their bedroom, and Kenma had been curled half on Kuroo’s lap for the last half hour. Yamaguchi, while still participating in conversation, was letting out large yawns in the middle of sentences and Yachi wasn’t much better.

“Alright, I think we should head home,” you said, turning to Yachi who slowly nodded in agreement. The two of you rose, slipping your shoes and coats on near the door, “it’s been real, goodnight everyone, I hope to see you soon.” Yachi also giving a quiet goodbye to the room.

“I’ll walk you guys home, it’s late and Tokyo can get scary at night,” Tsukishima said, walking over to his own set of shoes and coat.

“Thank you, Tsukki,” Yachi replied, continuing to settle into her coat. You didn’t voice your own thanks, but you smiled at Tsukishima.

“What a gentleman, Tsukki. It was a pleasure to see you ladies,” Kuroo said, voice much quieter than it was previously in the night.

You and Yachi waved as a final goodbye for the night before the three of you made the short walk to your apartment.

~~~~~~

It didn’t take long for Tsukki to see you and Yachi off. Just as he had done last Saturday, he walked you two to the door where you all said your goodbyes.

“Hey text me when you get home, I heard these streets can get scary.” You told Tsukishima as you entered your building.

“Yeah, I will,” You smiled at him then turned back to walk with Yachi further into the building.

Tsukishima took his time going back to the apartment, reflecting on tonight’s events. You got along with his friends. That was good. That was a normal thing to want from a new friend. Just a friend. Yeah, he could go with that.

He tried to be quiet entering the apartment, but it was no use, Kuroo and Yamaguchi were still sitting in the living room and immediately turned to him.

“So … ” Yamaguchi began.

“You and y/n seem to be getting close,” Kuroo winked and tried to raise his eyebrows at Tsukishima but the movement ending up looking twitchy and not at all smooth.

Tsukishima tried to look aloof as he answered their waiting stares, “She doesn’t like me like that.”

“Wait, so does that mean you like her like that?” Yamaguchi smiled, seeing the slight tensing of his friend’s shoulders.

“Oh, that is definitely what it means, Yama.”

“No, no it does not,” Tsukishima tried to stop the two before they had the idea hard set in their minds, “y/n is just a friend. We like the same music, we share a singular class, and yeah okay she’s kinda cute-”

“Oho, ho, ho, did you hear that Yamaguchi?” Fuck. Kuroo’s smirk was wide at this point, “So this is happening then?”

“Nothing is happening.” Tsukishima quickly finished ripping off his shoe and walked to his room to pass out for the night, he could still hear Yamaguchi’s reply to Kuroo though as he shut the door.

“It’s happening.”

Tsukishima sighed, sprawling across his bed. Before he forgot, he pulled up his phone.

To y/n:

streets weren’t too bad

i got mugged but the scar is gonna be pretty cool

From y/n:

does it at least go through your eyebrow?

To y/n:

just a little bit :/

From y/n:

i dunno man

is it really worth it at that point

To y/n:

…

goodnight y/n

From y/n:

goodnight tsukishima