#i would beat up my beloved cake boys with no hesitation - BECAUSE i love them.

[crossedwiress]

thanks for the tag jess @daydadahlias!! <3

i don't even know how to start explaining this. realistically, calum should be a little further down from the 'i want to fight them' side ? probably?? but its too late now - i went with my first instinct, which said FIGHT. i would also love to fight luke, idk why but i feel like that would be an ~interesting~ match. and no, i don't want to fight ashton or michael, bc they're both too soft for that and i love them in a very protective way <3

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan 

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments. 

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son. 

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head. 

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals. 

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal 

at first you froze in shock, and  megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High 

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe. 

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around. 

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[sunnysviolin]

i am looking at mafia au heromari (and to heromari in general) lovingly

ohohoho Mafia AU my beloved :DDD Honestly it's probably one of my favorite AUs that I have. I've been thinking about Hero and Mari's wedding in this AU quite a lot, and I think I'll expand on that if y'all wanna hear some more *eyes emoji* I put it under a read more because it's long. It's so long

Like I said before Hero and Mari get married at 17. It's a beautiful day in late April. Spring has fully come into bloom, and the entire town of Faraway seems to be preparing for the impending wedding. Both Mari and Hero's families are very well known, and the speed at which the wedding was put together has left a lot of heads turned and cautious whispers.

It was more than easy to arrange everything, because no one would dare to say no to participating in a marriage between these two families. Daphne and Bowen are making the cake, the dress will be the top priority of the seamstress, caterers and flowers and all of the other paraphernalia only have to hear the names of the couple, and suddenly anything is possible. Hero's parents arrange most of it, Hero and Mari simply have to say what they want, and they will make it happen. They're having the service in the local church, and then a grand reception in a rather large venue nearby, all ready in a matter of weeks.

Hero and Mari would have preferred a quiet intimate party of just their family at Mari's estate (Just Mari's now. Mari's and Sunny's) but Hero's parents persuaded them to go larger. Not only would it seem rude for the new head of a family to not invite other "colleagues", weddings are also a great chance to make deals. Hero and Mari agree with the promise that they will have a peaceful dinner once the politics are over and done with.

Hero and Mari don't really have a chance to discuss if they feel ready to get married or not. Not only are Hero's parents expecting it, but so are the rest of the higher ups in both of their organizations. It's not just a marriage for love anymore, now it's a marriage of necessity. Not getting married isn't an option unless they want to have a full blown turf war on their hands.

Mari hasn't really felt anything since she killed her father. She feels blank, not empty but grey. Sensations don't feel like they reach her. Hero knows something is wrong with his girl, but with all the preparations he barely has time to think about his own feelings on everything, let alone Mari's.

It's not until she's getting into her dress the morning of their wedding that it all hits Mari. Daphne is slowly doing up every silk button on her back, and Hero's mother is arranging a silver tiara in her hair, which is pulled up into an artful knot. Hero's mother is watching her with misty eyes, and she blames hormones. Sally is sleeping soundly in a wicker bassinet on the floor nearby.

It's Sally that brings Mari back into her body. Sally, and Hero's mother's words. You'll see when you have a baby, I probably cry as much as she does. It's just a joke, something to make Mari smile and laugh politely. Instead it sends a lightning bolt through her body, and she stiffens. Hero's mother doesn't notice. Daphne does.

Daphne makes excuses to get them alone, and she moves so she's in front of Mari. Mari who is in a wedding dress. Mari who is getting married today. She's getting married, and she will be walking down the aisle alone. She killed the person who was supposed to walk her down the aisle. She shot her Dad, and now she's marrying the love of her life. She has to marry him, and they'll have to have children, and those children will have to carry on her family's organization, and...Mari can't breathe.

Daphne leaves and promises to come back quickly with help. She finds her brother with Hero and the boys getting ready. She makes an excuse to get Bowen and Hero out of the room and tells them that something is wrong with Mari. She isn't sure what, but something is definitely wrong. They speedily and stealthily race over to the room Mari had been in, but she's gone.

Bowen and Daphne keep up their calm appearances, but Hero can see the panic in their eyes. There's only a half hour till they have to be at the church. He can feel his own heart starting to beat at a clip, but he takes a steadying breath and focuses. There's only a few places Mari would go. He sends Daphne and Bowen to stay with Kel and Sunny to keep them calm, and tells them to make sure everyone else gets to the church. He'll take care of Mari. He always does.

Hero escapes out the kitchen door of his parent's estate, sliding out the back gate and away from anyone who might ask questions. His destination isn't too far away, and he knows the route there with his eyes closed. As he walks, he thinks.

The door to Mari's house is ajar, and he shuts it behind him when he steps into the foyer. It's a lovely entrance, big and spacious with high ceilings and wide windows. But now the air inside feels stale, reminding him that the house isn't what it used to be. A fine layer of dust sits on everything, and it's cold even in the warm of the day. Mari and Sunny have been staying at his house and doing their business there. No one has come here since the night of Mari's seventeenth birthday. The house is nearly silent, except for the sound Hero had been expecting.

He walks through the hallways, to a room next to a grand staircase. There is no door to this room, so the music that is created within can ring through the whole home. Mari's back is to the doorway, and Hero's thoughts escape him when he sees her. The dress is perfect, her hair is perfect, he's never seen her more beautiful. And Mari is shaking.

He is the only one who gets to see this side of her- the vulnerable sweet girl that still exists underneath the hardened exterior. Even their siblings don't see this, only big sister serenity. Hero is the only one Mari trusts to see her fall apart.

She sits at the piano and her fingers never waver in their tune, but her shoulders are trembling, and her breath hitches. She doesn't try to hide it, she's never hidden anything from him. He sits next to her on the piano bench, slowly lowering himself down so they're side by side. They don't speak at first, not until Mari has calmed and her breath is steady again. She doesn't cry, and he doesn't expect her to. In the anxious silence, Hero finally gathers the courage to ask her the question that's been scaring him since Daphne came rushing into his room.

"Do you even want to get married, Marigold?"

The old nickname gets Mari's shaking starting again and she stops her melody, leaning her head against his shoulder. She doesn't know. Mari loves Hero, she loves him more than she's loved anyone. Even Sunny. Hero is hers, he is her person, and she is his. It just all is happening so fast, and it's for everyone else, not them. She did what she had to, and she doesn't regret it, but she didn't know what would come. She wasn't prepared for all of this.

Hero lets her get it all out, lets her talk and talk. Then when she's finally done, he talks. He agrees it's all fast. He agrees it's for everyone else, but he doesn't see that as a bad thing. It just means that he and Mari have already made their vows. They were made when she saved his family and his life. They were made when his family took her and Sunny in. They were made when they were just little ones sitting at this very piano and talking day after day.

He tells her that he doesn't care if they ever get married. For them, it's just a formality. If she wants to run, he'll run with her. If she wants to stay, he will be by her side. He doesn't need to make a vow of that, she already knows. Mari intertwines their fingers and leaves her head on his shoulder, and they sit together in the quiet. Eventually Mari tears herself away and stands up, holding her hand out to Hero.

They walk out of the house together, and down the sidewalk towards the church. The whole place is packed, and there's a large congregation waiting. Hero and Mari walk down the aisle together, neither alone, not anymore. When the pastor asks her, Mari said I Do without any hesitation.

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [17]

Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

➜ Words: 4.6k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Marriage seems to be the ultimate goal for many.    And you have to admit its appeal — cute invitations tucked onto tables by bouquet centerpieces, flowers blooming and budding all around the aisle and arch, long trains of wedding dresses, the tulle of the veil, the glowing smile of both bride and groom radiating happiness.   Love is in the air and it’s hard to hate it. It’s difficult to remain bitter.   For a brief moment in time, you forget about pushing the idea that romance is sickly — that the emotional dependency will cripple you when affections inevitably run out, that the imminent insecurity and jealousy will only act to lower self-esteem, that heartbreak is always impending.   Just for the slightest of seconds….you forget to hate love.   “Jungkook, Y/N! Get in here!”   Sejeong eagerly motions you over and you exchange an expression with the boy beside you before scattering over hesitantly. Yet, she fervently welcomes you, shuffling over and draping her arm around your shoulder. Jungkook stands beside you, smiling wide for the camera.   “One. Two. Three.” The wedding photographer snaps several pictures of all four of you.    “Is this okay?” you ask in a slight murmur in-between shots, still worried considering you didn’t really have a place in this wedding. The only people you know here are the two of them, Jungkook, and Chungha who was somewhere preparing to walk down the aisle.   “Of course, it is!” Namjoon zealously assures with a grin. “You guys are our official wedding cake makers. We can’t forget about you two.”   “Chungha requested that we take as many pictures as we can. She won’t mind, trust me.” Sejeong smiles, excited for her sister’s wedding, and she squeezes your shoulder. “It’ll be a great way to look back on the memories.”   There are a few more pictures taken and when the photographer gives the ‘okay’ sign, the married couple enthusiastically runs out of the frame. “Okay, now just our two interns!”   You and Jungkook awkwardly scoot together, but then the photographer raises his head and suggests you both to go even closer. And that’s enough for Jungkook to throw his arm around your shoulders, pull you close enough that you nearly stumble into his chest and he flashes a grin as the camera snaps while your expression is still stunned.   The next picture, you stand on the tips of your toes with the hopes of overcoming Jungkook’s height and teasing him later on for being short. But he quickly notices you and his grip on your shoulder tightens, attempting to pull you down for the following photograph.    “Hey, don’t try to push me down!”   You try to shove his hand off, but the effort is futile and Jungkook giggles. “You’ll never be taller than me, Y/N.”   “Psh.” You stay on the tips of your toes, putting your hand over your head like that’ll somehow create the illusion your height is greater than his. But then Jungkook goes on his toes as well, lifting up his chin. The two of you laugh, using one another to keep balance and stand as high as possible.   Namjoon and Sejeong grin at your banter and the photographer is smiling as well, continuing to take pictures at different angles and distances with no end in sight.   “You got something on your nose, Jeon,” you lie.   “What?” His heels touch the ground again and his hand lifts to his face. You steal the opportunity to jump straight up as high as you can, putting your hands on his shoulders.    The wedding photographer captures the picture, then one of Jungkook turning his head in shock as you’re still in the air. Then the one where you’re descending and he opens his arms, catching your fall. And the one where you turn to each other, smiling wide as you gaze at each other.   The photographer doesn’t say that these are the best candids he’s taken.   “My name is Jung Sowon and this is Stand By Me.” The woman with the sleek, long, black hair stands at the stage. The band begins to play behind her, drums and guitar crescendo. The wedding singer parts her mouth to sing the first note and the melodic song fills the venue. “When the night has come. And the land is dark. And the moon is the only light we'll see.”   You linger by, watching and swaying to the rhythm.    “Would you like some champagne, ma’am?”   A familiar voice beside you interrupts the music, but it’s a smooth timbre that you recognize.   You turn to find Jungkook, offering you a flute of bubbling champagne and you laugh, taking it.    “Thank you, good sir.”   Jungkook’s dressed in a classic suit — white shirt, black blazer and trousers, shoes and tie. It’s simple, but it makes him look good, hugging his form well. You can’t help musing that he cleans up well. But maybe that’s because you helped him do his hair. It’s combed down as usual, but with the bangs slightly curled in, a bit of his forehead peeking out. Jungkook was screeching this morning and whining like a baby, afraid your straightener would burn his skin, but you’re glad you held him down and did it.    You’re in a blue dress yourself, one that stops at the knees and is ruffled at the neckline. You didn’t think you looked particularly special, but by the way Jungkook was staring at you earlier, you’re not sure what to think anymore.   “The ceremony’s starting soon. We should go.”   You follow his lead, sipping on your champagne. “Hey. Don’t get drunk. It would be embarrassing.”   He scoffs, playfully eyeing you. “Who do you think I am?”   A grin spreads into your face. “I’m just saying.”   The two of you find your seats at the left, near the back. The parents of the groom and bride gather together too, taking their spots at the front rows and the other wedding guests begin trickling into the garden area.    You lean over to Jungkook, keeping your eyes straight ahead, but murmuring underneath your breath, “When do you think it’ll be over?”   “I don’t know. Half an hour to an hour? Why?”   “I’m kind of hungry.”   “Course you are,” he says back but then begins looking around. “Do you want me to ask one of the waiters to bring around those appetizers again?”   “No, I’m fine.” You giggle. “I was joking. I’ll be fine, Jungkook.”   But concern lingers in his eyes. “Are you sure?”   “I won’t starve,” you assure, not knowing he would take it so seriously. Jungkook is attentive to you these days and you’re not sure how to feel……   No. That’s not entirely true. You do know how you feel. But you won’t say it out loud.   Instead, you focus your attention on your surroundings.   The venue was absolutely lovely. It was still a part of the resort, but in a more secluded area that’s away from the prying eyes of tourists and resort guests. A few meters away was the ocean. The tide that was kissing against the shore, saltwater bubbling and fizzing every so often. It was the best of both worlds — the man-made garden inside the tent gorgeous and contrasting against the beach background outside. The floor is verdant grass, soft underneath your feet, and the flowers are in full bloom and wrapped around the ceiling and wedding arch.    The reception area you had peeked at earlier was even more incredible.    You can’t wait until the sun sets and the fairy lights turn on.    “This is actually so nice,” you sigh out, speechless. “You know, for the longest time, I wanted a garden wedding too. Like pink peonies would be one of the themes or focuses or whatever. They bloom during late spring, early summer, so that would be perfect since the weather would be good too.”   Jungkook glances at you. “Do you still want that?”   “I’d probably never get married, so it doesn’t really matter.” You shrug to him, snapping back to reality.    “Why not?”   “Love’s gross,” you mutter quietly as the last people take their seats. “Plus, no one wants me.”   “I want you.”   Jungkook says it forthrightly, without a beat of hesitation, instinctively. As if you asked him what his name was. You look at him, staring wide-eyed. Jungkook gazes back at you, unwavering.    Your heart stutters. And you quickly look away from him.   “You shouldn’t joke about that kind of thing.”   He sulks. “I’m not.”   But none of you are able to speak another word. The music interrupts when it begins. The classic wedding march plays and everyone turns around to watch the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle with bright smiles. Sejeong and Namjoon wave at the two of you as well as they stride past.   And soon, Chungha is the one walking down with her arm hugging her father’s. She’s in a beautiful, white ball gown, practically glowing as the trail of her dress follows. The woman looks the happiest she’s ever been and as envious as you are, the joy is overwhelming.    Her soon-to-be husband is wiping at his eyes and when they meet, they hold one another’s hands, giggling.   "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”   The officiant addresses the couple, reading a long passage from his book for twenty minutes about what love and marriage means. Then there’s an exchange of vows and it becomes emotional as they read their professions of love to one another.    You feel the sting of your eyes that you try to dispel away.   You forgot love could be so innocent and comforting. For so long, you’ve demonized it in your mind, discredited the emotion as silly mistakes. But with the way the couple stare at one another underneath the arch — so genuinely in love — you realize you had forgotten love could be so sincere.   Not every love ends in heartbreak. Not every relationship ends in heartache.   You had forgotten.    And you find yourself stealing glances at Jungkook.   “Sometimes I wonder how it’s possible that I became so lucky. That I was there on that day. At the right time. And I met you,” the groom inhales a soft breath, staring at his soon-to-be wife. “Not everyone can marry their best friend, but I’m happy to be one of them. There’s no one I’d rather become a family with than you.”   The rings are exchanged as tears pool in eyes and then the pronouncement of marriage is made. After the kiss, the closing remarks are said and everyone stands up, cheering at the newly married pair.   Chungha is laughing, her husband grinning hard and they run down the aisle together.   Love is in the air and you’re glad that you’re experiencing it with Jungkook by your side.   //   Weddings are stressful when you’re the planner or the couple, but it’s fun as the guest. One of the perks that you and Jungkook especially have is being able to pig out at the table without having to mingle or interact with others. It’s not like you know anyone here, so the pair of you have resided by the snack area.   “The catering company didn’t do a bad job.” You lick off your fingers.    Jungkook hums and then turns to you with his arm extended. You look down, finding him holding a chocolate strawberry and immediately, your lips part. He feeds it to you and you taste it on your palette while shaking your head.   “Not as good as yours.”   “Of course.” Jungkook grins, relishing in your praise.   “Where’d you find that?”    “Don’t freak out.” He pauses, letting you suffer in suspense on purpose. “There’s a chocolate fondue fountain over there.”   Immediately you whirl around to where he’s indicating and an audible gasp tears from your throat. Jungkook’s eyes crinkle in mirth and he follows after you, chiding you not to run.   The milk chocolate is falling at three different tiers, grandly cascading downwards in a smooth liquid. You grab a plate and begin to stack skewered strawberries, marshmallows, banana slices, rice krispy squares and pretzels onto it. And the two of you end up crowding the fountain, dipping the food in one at a time to indulge.    “God, I love chocolate.” You could drop dead right now and ascend to the afterlife fulfilled.   Jungkook holds back a laugh. “Don’t eat too much. You’re going to ruin your appetite and get a stomach ache.”   “Doesn’t matter,” you dismiss quickly. “I’m living my best life here, Jeon. I could die happy right now.”   “You better not.” He smiles. “I still need you around to cover for me when I mess up.”   Jungkook has more of a sensitive sweet tooth than you do, so he slows down his chocolate consumption sooner than you even have plans of halting. But he enjoys watching you eat, filling your cheeks with chocolate-covered fruit and sweets. He feels satisfied somehow when he watches you consume to your heart’s content.   He eventually starts dipping what’s left on his plate to feed you, not allowing it to go to waste.   “Ah.”   Your lips part and he feeds you again, but this time, the chocolate accidentally drips onto Jungkook’s hand. He curses, pulling up his white sleeve to not get it stained, but before he can grab a napkin to wipe himself off, your hand clasps around his wrist.   Without thinking twice, you pull his hand to your mouth and you lick off the chocolate. Your warm tongue runs along his skin, cleaning the mess. It takes only three seconds. But in the meanwhile, your pupils flicker up to look into Jungkook’s. Directly. Boldly.   His Adam’s apple visibly bobs in his throat. Sweat begins to collect at his hairline but by then, you’ve already let go and turned away. You’re nonchalant. Your attention returns back to the chocolate fountain and you’re fucking humming, continuing to pig out.   Jungkook cusses in his mind.    You’re a vixen. A damn witch.   But there’s no time to react or linger. Not when you’ve obviously moved on and haven’t thought much about your action. Not when the married couple arrives at the reception area and everybody takes their seats again.    “Thank you everyone for taking the time to come here for us.” Everyone raises their glasses of champagne. “We really appreciate it.”   “I’d also like to thank my older sister, Sejeong, and Namjoon for making such a beautiful wedding cake.” Chungha grins. “It was a surprise, but it’s better than I could’ve ever imagined and it was one less thing to worry about, so thank you. I knew I could trust you.”   “Please,” Sejeong says aloud, “It’s my job.”   There’s shared laughter and the bride carries on, “And thank you to Jungkook and Y/N as well for helping out with my sister’s shop and making the cake. I’m sure it would’ve been a lot more stressful without your help.”   You’re bashful under the attention, but soon enough, the speeches and toasts move onto different people in the room. The maid of honour shares a long story about how the couple met and the best man wishes the pair a wonderful future.    Not long after, the food finally gets served as the wedding singer continues her performance.   You get mashed potatoes as an appetizer and steal part of Jungkook’s scallop dish. He feigns a glare, but then the two of you are splitting each other’s food family style to get a variety of tastes. The main course consists of filet mignon for Jungkook and pumpkin ravioli for you.   You enjoy the meal for the most part, only slightly uncomfortable by the old woman in a floral dress who keeps glancing at you and Jungkook with a smile. And right before dessert is served, the stranger across the table seems to crack.   “How do you two know the bride and groom?” her voice croaks as she nosily asks.   “Oh. We just helped make the wedding cake.”   “We’re the bride’s sister’s interns,” Jungkook adds.   “Nice to meet you.” Her dainty, wrinkled hand shakes your hand and Jungkook’s. “I’m the groom’s great aunt. Such a lovely wedding, isn’t it?”   “Yes, it is.”   “The food’s great too.”   The old woman's eyes glimmer of mirth. “So how long have you both been together?”   You choke on your ravioli — Jungkook wheezes mid-sip of his water, coughing and sputtering. He pounds his chest. The pair of you look at one another, eyes rounded and wide.   “Oh...we’re not...uh….”   “No need to be shy.” Her hand bats the air. “There’s no need to hide anything, don’t worry.”   “Umm...well, we’ve known each other for a while now,” Jungkook says and you give him a look. Technically, it’s not a lie.   “Are you both considering getting married any time soon?”   The proposition gives you whiplash, but after working in the food industry for so long, you’ve perfected maintaining a calm disposition. Even if the smile you offer is stiff. “Oh, no. We’re still very young, so I don’t think so. Not at all.”   “There’s nothing wrong with getting married when you’re young,” she tells. “Back in my day, kids got married at eighteen. Right out of school. Better early than never was always my motto. If you know you’re good for each other, there’s no point in waiting.”   “Uhhh….” You’re not sure what to say to that.   Luckily, Jungkook jumps in and easily uses his infamous Jeon charms. “If I propose too soon, she’ll get bored of me. I’d prefer to keep her on her toes a little while longer.”   The old lady laughs heartily. “That’s a dangerous game, boy. If you don’t put a ring on it soon, she might just run off with another boy and you’d surely regret it then.”   He shakes his head. “She wouldn’t. It may not look like it, but she’s head over heels for me. She’d come chasing me.”   That seems to poke the old lady’s funny bone, but your mouth has dropped open. “I would not.”   “Sure about that?” Jungkook smirks impishly. “I might just run off with another miss if you’re not nice enough to me, Y/N.”   “Psh. I’d like to see you try, Jeon Jungkook.”   “You two are just too cute.” The old lady sighs wistfully. “Reminds me of my late husband and I. I know love when I see it.”   The meal eventually ends and the old lady wobbles off to mingle at another table with people she’s more familiar with — but as she bids farewell, she chides Jungkook to marry you already. And when she’s gone, he shifts to wiggle his brows at you.   You tell him that if he gets down on one knee tonight, you’ll slap him.   Fortunately, Jungkook has no such plans. Instead, the pair of you spend your time watching the sunset on the beach. The sky is painted in tangerine and rosy hues, the ocean reflecting the horizon and once it becomes dark enough, all the fairy lights flicker on. The venue becomes illuminated by the dim and soft mosaic of colours.   You feel ticklish and pink inside — stomach full of food, alcohol making it easy to loosen up, the amorous atmosphere a hatchery for hopeless romantics. You watch the first dance, listening to the smooth voice of the wedding singer and the warm sounds of the band. “Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.”   The bride moves in sync with the groom, her dress gliding across the floor. Their hands are clasped together, feet moving slowly, eyes staring at one another. It’s magical to be an observer and it makes you wonder what it’s like to be there, to know you can live the rest of your life with the person you’ve chosen.   When the others trickle onto the dance floor, you watch them too.   And Jungkook soon returns, having gone to the bathroom and then taking a quick walk around. He finds you enjoying yourself in a rare carefree state, simply swaying to the melody in your seat.   His smile becomes tender.   “Go dance.”   You scoff. “I’m not going to dance by myself.”   “Then dance with me.” Jungkook takes your hand, pulling you up on your feet. “Come on,” he convinces when he sees your reluctance. “This is the only time I’ll ever dance. Are you really going to give up on this chance?”   You let him pull you on the floor right as another song begins.    It’s an older song — another slow one — fuzzy sounds that melts all around you. The wedding singer’s voice is sweet, drums providing a steady beat. The staccato of the bass is resonant and velvety with the lithe sound of the piano. “Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’. Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me.”   But what should be romantic is terribly awkward.   Jungkook’s hands are placed tensely on your waist while yours are plopped on top of his shoulders. It’s as if you’ve been propelled back to the past — fifteen years old at a school dance with your crush, not sure where to look, how close to be, how to touch one another and be polite about it.    You wince when he steps on your foot.   “Ow.”   “Sorry.”   “I thought you danced, Jeon Jungkook.”   The boy’s brows knit together. “Who says?”   “I thought you could do everything,” you tease and this time, he’s the one lightly scoffing with a small smile tugging at his lips.   Soon, Jungkook steps on your foot again and you mutter cusses in his ear. It makes him laugh, but you swear the third time he steps on your toes, it’s intentional.   “Say ‘Night-ie night’ and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me.”   The crowd on the dance floor is moving together — old married couples and the young ones holding each other securely to kids twirling with each other. Eventually, the music relaxes you enough that you melt into Jungkook’s arms and he falls into a rhythm, no longer stepping on any toes.    Your arms are looped around his neck, your fingers locked together. His hands are tenderly on the dips of your waist. The two of you sway with one another. There’s nowhere to look but directly into his eyes and you find his gaze fixed onto yours. As if your irises are the most interesting kaleidoscopes in the world.   Jungkook makes you nervous. He makes your palms sweaty, your steps unsure and seemingly unpracticed.   “Can you stop looking at me like that?” you murmur. In this party of people, only he can hear you above the music. It’s much too intimate.   “Like what?”   “Like you love me.”   “But I do love you.”   He tugs you closer and you search his eyes, brows furrowing unintentionally. You quietly scold him, “You can’t say that, Jungkook.”   “Why not?” he asks in a whisper.   “Because what does it mean for us?”   “Can’t friends love each other?”   “I—”   “I’m kidding.” Jungkook smiles gently, the corners of his mouth quirking. “Well, not really.”   The slow song encases you and Jungkook into a private bubble. The dim lights make his doe eyes sparkle even more than usual — like there are actual stars captured within them, like he’s snapped a picture of the night sky on a Summer night and kept them there. “Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear. Just saying this.”   You never realized how much you love Jungkook’s eyes.   “Hey, can I ask you something?” he pipes up again in a gentle murmur as to not disturb the delicate moment between you two. “It’s not about me, but I have a friend who doesn’t really know what to do...”   “What is it?”   “He’s in love with his best friend who’s head over heels for some other guy and is still heartbroken over him even after so much time has passed. My friend really loves her, but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship they have because it’s important to him.”   You hum a low note, corners of your mouth pulling. “Well, if this best friend is dancing with your friend, sharing the same bed together every night, and spending their days together, she’s probably not heartbroken after that guy anymore.”   Jungkook’s grip on you tightens, not too much that it hurts, but securely enough to keep you from floating away.    He swallows hard. “So you think he should go for it?”   “I think he should take it slow,” you hum. “Even if he values their friendship, once you’ve caught feelings, there’s not much you can do. I have personal experience on this topic, so I would know.”   “Would you now?” A boyish grin spreads into his cheeks, one that makes him look even younger.    “I think this friend of yours should take his chances.” You lean your head on his shoulder, relishing in his body heat. “Sounds like his best friend might just agree.”   Jungkook holds you close. The two of you sway together, enjoying the moment.   “Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me.”   The fuzzy song fades as it ends. The last note holds the air. And with it, the spell breaks.   You pull yourself away from Jungkook’s arms, offering a small smile. It’s awkward, so you quickly turn away to return to your spot at the table. But then….   There’s a call of your name—   “Y/N.”   As you spin around, Jungkook tugs you in by your waist. Your lips meet his.   Your mouths collide together right as another song begins — one you don’t pay any attention to, where you can’t even discern the lyrics. Not when your heart rate is pounding in your eardrums.   It’s a soft brush of the surfaces of your lips, a timid touch, but soon, you’re eagerly deepening the kiss. You’re surrounded in Jungkook and everything that is him — the scent of fresh laundry and his cologne, giving into the velvet texture of his soft lips, reveling in the warmth of his skin that brings heat onto your cheeks.   Your hands slink to the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into the little hair there. Your eyes shut and Jungkook sneaks in a long peek at you, soaking in your pleasured expression before his own lids flutter closed. Your nose bumps together and he easily tilts his head, kissing you tenderly, but eagerly underneath the pretty lights.    Jungkook kisses you and kisses you, like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. But really, he should’ve done this a long time ago — maybe that time underneath the mistletoe all those months ago.   So he makes up for the lost time, tasting your lipstick curiously, smearing it shamelessly, getting it all over his own mouth.    It’s hot, breathy, and when the pair of you pull apart, the thin thread of saliva between your mouths break. You stumble back on your heels, catching yourself on weak knees. You try to remember how to breathe properly.   Jungkook’s own chest is heaving and he shakes his head, wearing an infectious smile. He wipes his lips wet with your saliva haphazardly with the back of his hand.   “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that for.”   You laugh, grabbing his tie roughly. You tug your best friend closer. “Then shut up and do it again.”   The both of you are in the middle of the dance floor, underneath the lights, but none of you pay any mind.   This time when Jungkook kisses you, he’s grinning against your mouth and you can’t help but smile too.

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Incorrect Order Chapter 5 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, an angry Nesta and a heart-broken Cassian

2094 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Nesta had never been one for small talk but in his presence she spoke as if she was excellent in small talk. They spoke of all unimportant things and ended up forgetting the important stuff; their names. Again.

Feyre sent an invitation for her first anniversary party as she did for every other occasion. The only thing different was that Nesta never bothered to pay heed to her invitations before. After the day in the alley, however, she decided she was going to turn over a new leaf. This was her first step.

She checked her reflection on the side-mirror. She tried to keep her outfit and make-up as simple as possible. She only wore a white ruffled-sleeved blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her hair was braided into a coronet. She looked good, but not as good as she’ll look if she took her own time to do a detailed make-over. She let out a breath and braced herself for the inevitable little chat with her sisters.

“Nesta?” a bewildered voice breathed. She whirled around to face her younger sister, Elain, looking up at her, a small smile playing about her lips. “You’re here,” she said and flung her arms around Nesta. Nesta automatically wrapped her arms around Elain’s smaller frame. Eventually, Elain pulled back.

“No offense, but I really thought you wouldn’t be coming,” Elain said.

Nesta felt as if the smile on her face couldn't be wiped out for the next few hours. “Honestly, I didn't think I'd come either. But here I am.”

She nodded and pulled Nesta to the garden the party was held at.

“I did this,” Elain said. “This garden, I planted and groomed all this.”

“No wonder why it looks so beautiful,” Nesta replied.

She flushed and said contemplatively, “You're so different now, Nesta.”

“I hope in a good way. Where's Feyre?”

“Let's go meet everyone first.”

Nesta shook her head. “I— I need to talk to both of you before I meet everyone else. ”

Elain hesitated then said, “Can you wait in that room? I'll fetch Feyre and come.”

Nesta nodded and headed to the door at the end of the garden Elain pointed at. The room was classy, much like the exterior of the house. She was struck by the simple yet grand theme of Feyre's house. She knew he and his brothers were rich but she just didn't understand the extent of their wealth. Till now.

“What are you thinking?” Feyre wasn't the type to blindly trust people. It took more than coming for her anniversary to persuade her that Nesta's intentions were good.

Nesta faced Feyre, her youngest sister, who stood before her, gorgeous yet fierce in a simple but elegant blue gown. She shrugged, “Just thinking that I'm glad my sisters were well-provided when I couldn't take care of them.”

Feyre’s face didn’t change, she just gestured towards the couches. “Have a seat,” she said.

Nesta sat down, “You both look splendid,” she said. Feyre said that the gown was a gift, Elain thanked Nesta and offered the same.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I need to tell the both of you something. Many things, actually.”

Elain nodded encouragingly. Feyre said, “Go on.”

So Nesta spoke. She apologised. For how she wasn't there to fulfill the role of an elder sister. For how she failed to attend Feyre's marriage and many other occasions. For all the rude words she spoke to them. For shunning them. She apologised for being self consumed. For everything else.

She also promised. To try harder. To become better. To be a good sister and sister-in-law. To be with them at all times, especially when they needed her. And they listened.

“I know these words aren't enough, but I'll try to make it so,” she finished, her hands clasped with both her sisters on her sides.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. We will too,” Feyre said.

“I see a very bright future ahead of us,” Elain said.

Nesta couldn't help the tears anymore. She folded her arms around her sisters and tucked them close. Her sisters. Her beloved sisters she now knew she'd do anything to protect.

“I see a very bright future too,” Nesta said.

Nesta pulled back after what felt like an hour and looked at her sisters' tear-streaked faces.

“I love you,” the three of them said simultaneously. Nesta giggled. Elain laughed. Feyre stared.

Nesta gently brushed the tears from both of their cheeks. “I don't want to see any of you crying.”

She hugged them again, willing the hug to convey everything she didn't say out loud.

“Now, now, enough snuggling. We've got a party to attend and people to meet, remember?” Feyre said.

***

Cassian was anxious. He had always hoped Nesta, his sister-in-law, would come for the gatherings they had; be it family dinners, or birthday parties, or the random meetings they had when they just got tipsy and played games. He hadn't seen her face-to-face before. All he knows about Nesta are from the descriptions from Feyre and Elain. That, too, was minimal. One of them would quickly change the topic to something pleasant the moment traces of an emotional breakdown were visible. Every time he hoped, he was let down. She never came. He vowed he would stop hoping and instead just go about and act as if she didn't exist. But that never happened. Every time his family met, his treacherous heart would start hoping only to have a chunk of it fall off when she failed to attend. Today was no different.

Then there’s the woman who he’d been talking to the whole afternoon. He was a tangled up mess of emotions and doubt and confusion. He had been sort-of pining after Nesta. She was exactly the person he’d like. Apparently she was drop-dead gorgeous, witty and… feral. Feyre said that. Feral. She’d be someone worth seeing. She was totally a worthy opponent. It’d be fun. But the other woman? Mother above, she was ethereal. More than ethereal, in fact. Words can't contain what he had to say about her.

He was damn near killing Az for calling him right when they were about to exchange names. He really can't believe he was a hairsbreadth away from knowing her before it was all ripped away. Now they were back to square one. He didn't know anything about her.

Azriel clapped him on his back so hard that he almost stumbled and fell. Or probably that was because he was too distracted. “All good Somm?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied noncommittally. He busied his hands with re-rinsing the champagne flutes and wiping them clean again. He did this two times already. Still.

“Mood is sour today, Cass?” Az teased, mock-frowning.

“Nah,” Cassian said wryly, “it's as sweet as honeydew. Especially today, when my chat got interrupted.” He glared at Azriel.

“Now, now, that is a story for another day. For now though, I think I've got something that can cheer up your brooding self.”

“What is it?” he mumbled.

Az grinned. “Nesta is here.”

***

Feyre and Elain took Nesta on a quick tour around the house. Feyre’s paintings were hung on the walls throughout the whole house. Nesta grimly noticed that there wasn't a single picture of her. There were even paintings of their father whose heart had long stopped beating. But none of hers. If only she didn’t push herself away, Nesta would’ve been a happy part of her sisters’ lives.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Feyre took her hand in hers. Elain tucked herself to Nesta’s side, wrapping her arms over her slender shoulders.

Nesta already met Mor, a stunning blonde woman, and Amren, a slightly intimidating and short person. Now she only had to meet her brother-in-laws.

“Let’s go meet the boys!” Elain said brightly.

We walked back to the garden. Feyre seemed to get more and more elated the closer we got to the garden. Huh. Probably falling in love would do that to someone. Anyway, as long as her sisters were happy.

They stepped through the doorway. The garden was decorated with more banners and streamers hung on the back of chairs and on the low branches. Again, it looked opulent in a simple way.

There were three men in the centre of the garden, gathered around a table. They all were slightly similar, broad shouldered, tapered waists, muscular limbs. Three of them wore formal shirts and pants clinging to their frames. The one in the middle was Rhysand, she supposed. She smirked internally. Of course Feyre ended up with this guy. She's got a good taste. Must've gotten it from the oldest sister.

The one on the right, though. His figure felt familiar. Very, very familiar. She couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.

“The one on the left is Azriel, the one on the right is Cassian,” Feyre said, and Nesta nodded.

The boys must be really engrossed with their conversation. They hadn't noticed the three of them yet.

The guy she thought was familiar threw his head back and laughed. She gasped. That laugh. She'd know the laugh anywhere. Indeed, when he angled his face so that she could get a glimpse, she knew she was done for. She swallowed with much difficulty.

“I need to go,” she said quickly.

“Go? But— but we haven't cut the cake yet. It's still early. We've got lots more fun stuff,” Elain said.

“You said you'll try, Nesta. Only, this doesn't feel like 'trying',” Feyre said.

They sounded… hurt.

Mother above, I'm doing this wrong.

“Nesta?” Elain asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” Feyre added, “you look pale.”

“Y-yeah it's f-fine. Kinda. My head hurts,” she said, accidentally clutching her stomach. “I-I mean, yeah my head hurts. Very badly. I gotta go.” She looked helplessly at both of them. “I'm so sorry. I really am. It's just— I think I need rest. I'll recompense. Probably dinner in three days?” They both shared a look and agreed.

Nesta was already walking away. “Love you both,” she threw over her shoulder.

***

“Feyre!” Rhys called. He beckoned Feyre and Elain to the table. He didn't see Nesta.

Cassian lightly kissed Feyre on her cheek once they made their way to the table and said, “Gorgeous as always. Happy anniversary!”

Feyre grinned, but it showed traces of disappointment.

He frowned. “Hey, what's wrong?”

She just shook her head and mumbled, “Nesta.” Rhys's face hardened. His brother was never fond of Nesta. He said that she was why Feyre was always worried.

“Where's Nesta?” Az asked, craning his neck to see behind farther.

“She… left,” Elain pointed, revealing a figure disappearing behind the gates. A figure he knew all too well. Shitshitshitshit.

His head snapped back to his brothers. “That is Nesta?” he damn near shouted.

Rhys scowled, “Yeah.”

No wonder why she's so beautiful, he thought dumbly before running after her with a quick “I'll be back.”

***

Nesta was wrong. In all her happiness of being reunited with her sisters, she completely forgot how even a small thing can break one's smile. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She kept her calm demeanour, but inside, she was a raging storm of emotions.

One step in front of the other, she kept reminding herself.

She kept walking. Even when she heard footsteps. Even when the steps got louder. Even as he got close enough to cease running.

But not when he called her name. She halted. Locked up her emotions. She knew she shouldn't but she turned around anyway.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Nesta,” he breathed. She tried to hold back her shudder. It was from the night air, she told herself.

“If you have nothing to say, do let me know. I'm not going to wait forever,” she said. Harsher than she intended to. But she didn't care, at least, that's what she told herself.

Cassian winked, “I'm honored you came, sweetheart. I'll pass the credit to my influence on you. ”

She ground her teeth against the truth threatening to fall off her lips. Yes, I came here because you made me happy. And I thought that if I tried, as I did with you, I can rebuild my relationship with my sisters.

***

Cassian did something stupid. He grabbed her hand. Her eyes snapped to his, burning with anger. Like the day they first met.

He gave her a crooked grin that he knew would drive her mad. Well, more than she already was. He tilted his head to the garden, “The party is that way, love.”

She snatched back her hand at continued walking. Like a fool, he followed. “I spoke to my sisters. Told them I won't be staying tonight. And that we'll have dinner in three day's time. Does that satisfy you? Now, can you stop following me?”

“Something's wrong. What's wrong, Nes?”

“One,” she ground out, “don't call me that. Two, I'm a grown-ass woman; I know how to take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter.”

“You did. That day,” he said quietly.

She whirled on him, “Is this you taking back favours? Because I'm not interested. You want money? Take it. Tell me your price and fucking take it! Don't tread on my heels because you helped me, okay? I've got way better things to do.” She paused, “And don't follow me, Cassian.”

She turned and stalked away.

You want money? Take it. 'Take it.' As if he were a beggar, asking for alms. As if they weren't laughing at each other's jokes not more than an hour ago. As if he didn't spend a week taking care of her as if she were a part of his soul. Maybe she was.

But that was before, Cassian thought as his heart cleaved into two perfect halves. No— it smashed to a million tiny pieces.

He waited till Nesta was out of his line of sight. He turned and walked back to the garden, leaving his heart behind.

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 208: [S] Bakugou: Win and rescue.

Previously on BnHA: Teams BakuJirouSeroSatou and TokaBondoAwaKama began the 4th round battle. Over on the sidelines, Aizawa chided his students for not being as strategic as class B, while All Might said that class A hadn’t yet shown everything they were capable of. Anyway, so Bakugou’s strategy consisted of “let’s just charge at them while Jirou keeps an ear out”, which predictably resulted in them running into an ambush. Class B’s Bondo used his glue quirk to try and entrap the group, but Bakugou stopped him, which was fairly impressive considering that he was also battling Tokage’s various amputated body parts which were all attacking him like Buggy the Clown because quirks are fucking absurd you guys. Anyway, so then Kamakiri from class B dove in to attack Jirou. But as All Might and Deku looked on, thinking flashbacky thoughts about the whole “win by saving people and save people in order to win” thing, Bakugou dove in to intercept Kamakiri’s attack.

Today on BnHA: We learned that Bakugou’s strategy of “let’s just kick their asses” also included a supplemental strategy of “and if you guys get in trouble I’ll save you.” Everyone on the sidelines is like “whaaaaat!” and Monoma nearly has an aneurysm, poor kid. Bakugou says he wants a perfect victory, meaning 4-0 with everyone unscathed. He heads after the fleeing Bondo, only to be ensnared in a trap by Awase. But then Satou busts him free, and we learn that Bakugou’s plan also included a second supplemental strategy of “and if I’m in trouble you guys save me.” In short, this kid has finally learned teamwork, and within the span of about two minutes, Sero and Jirou take out Awase, Satou restrains Bondo, Bakugou KOs Kamakiri, and then with the help of the others -- using Sero’s tape and his grenades -- he takes out Tokage as well. Anyways, you guys know I don’t like to exaggerate, but this is the best chapter in the history of time, and now if you’ll excuse me I’m off to go pick up my “Congrats on winning the manga, son, you make me proud each and every day” cake. Peace.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 224, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

wow, seeing it from this angle I can appreciate just how close that was. Bakugou had to blast himself in between Kama and Jirou with incredible precision and with barely any time to think, let alone pull it off. Satou didn’t even manage to turn around in the same span of time

(ETA: Satou actually makes this panel look like some kind of renaissance painting and it’s hilarious.)

not to mention from this view you can see how close-range that shot actually was. like how is Kamakiri even alive

oh I see, he blocked it with his swords

you know. because explosions are famously weak against swords

also, “concludes”? already?? like, we’ve barely even gotten started. damn Bakugou, do you have an appointment or something after this? is your coach going to turn back into a pumpkin or what

oh hey

so the saving them part was so important you went and made it an Official Part Of Your Plan, huh. wow. when this kid commits to something, he fucking commits

but we already knew that, didn’t we. he has always been like that. putting 100% into everything. aiming for the top. it’s just that for the first time, we’re seeing that determination aimed in the right direction. or well, not to say that he was aiming in the wrong direction before, but it’s more like his destination was a bit too narrow-minded. and now he’s finally seeing the full picture of what a hero needs to be, the kind of person he needs to become. so now, imagine this tenacity applied toward the aim of keeping the world safe. he is gonna do it. people will know that’s a fucking promise. that is how you become someone that people can put their trust in

basically this boy is going to kill it when it comes to heroing. this chapter has barely even started and already I’m so fucking proud. future numero uno right here. the Symbol of Victory. fuck yeah

anyway I should stop gushing over Bakugou’s character development so I can finish the chapter. I’m sure I’ll break down like six more times to gush some more anyway. probably

so Bakugou is all “you blocked it, eh?” in that manner of his that’s both acknowledging and insulting

yeah Bakugou. he blocked it with a sword. you know. how swords do. I’m sorry, I still can’t get over this lol. it’s like a medieval knight against a fucking bazooka

but anyway, so when in doubt, simply blow them up again right?

lol now that’s more like it. “you blocked it” smdh. for fuck’s sake

lol now Kama is turning tail and thinking “avoid fighting Bakugou head-on. if that happens, retreat immediately!”

and yeah, that’s a valid strategy

now we’re cutting to our audience!

first of all there was no kick, Kaminari. wtf are you talking about

(ETA: thank you @asukaskerian for pointing out that this is referring to him shoving Jirou out of the way with his foot in the previous chapter. I swear I reread that half a dozen times trying to see if he kicked Kamakiri and it never even occurred to me that it might’ve been Jirou instead lol.)

and second, what exactly is your angle here, Monoma? are you attempting to mock Bakugou for... doing the right thing? being a good person?? did he throw you for a loop. do you need a moment to collect yourself

lol Kirishima

every now and then this kid just blows me away though. like, obviously he knows there’s nothing wrong with Monoma’s eyes! so a line like “your eyes are working fine” would normally carry an undercurrent of passive-aggressiveness in a situation like this! you know, like “okay but that’s my bro, dude. so if you’re about to try and make fun of his hard-earned character development, I’m gonna need you to step the fuck off right now”

but because it’s Kirishima, he somehow impossibly manages to deliver this line without any bitchiness. he’s defending Bakugou while at the same time subtly telling Monoma to back down, but somehow he still keeps everything friendly. this is genuinely amazing to me, and I’m sincerely jealous of how effortless he makes this look

lol Monoma

okay I’m starting to think he may not actually have had an angle and his entire worldview has in fact just been shattered

it’s okay Monoma, you can still maintain your beloved rivalry with class A even if they are actually lovely people who have been nothing but kind to you and now even their last bastion of ill-mannered and bratty behavior is turning out to be an upstanding citizen. a little friendly competition never hurt anyone

awwww Kiri

I still want Bakugou to have a gets-hurt-saving-someone moment also, but so far he’s been too damn competent. still, the dream is alive! I love this manga

anyway! so back to the boy in question!

Jirou is all “thanks” and he’s all “shut your mouth!” lmao

see, you have to be able to speak Bakugou. what he means is “forget about it, just stay focused.” which they know! doesn’t mean they can’t still get annoyed by it, of course, but his classmates understand him by this point I think

haha my boyyyy

look at their faces. “a hero is someone who brings reassurance.” well I don’t know what you would call this, but I’d say they all look pretty damn assured right now

and yet, the tiny beads of sweat. because there’s always that flash of hesitation that’s like “oh no, I’m being inspired by Bakugou. is this okay. quick, moral alignment check. we still good?”

but once they realize that yeah, they are, they can’t help but feel the same excitement as him. fuck yeah, let’s do this. let’s beat this challenge. let’s win the day. let’s get stronger

(ETA: and this is also what I was talking about yesterday about his smile being contagious. because it is, though. and also do you remember way back in chapter 106 when Aizawa was talking about how he and Deku inspire the rest of the class and get them all hyped up? about how “they infected the rest of the class with their passion and fervor”? fucking this, though. I love this so much.)

oh my poor class B

this is not actually a strategy. this is them straight up acknowledging they can’t beat Bakugou and saying “well we’ll just keep trying and hope it works out”

and what bits of strategy they do have appear to be entirely focused on him only

like, this doesn’t even make sense. first of all, the fact that they’re following his lead is a strength, not a weakness. every good combat unit needs a leader. in fact I’d argue that was something the previous class A teams messed up to some degree

and second, just because he is leading them though doesn’t mean they’ll just fall apart without him. if you think that you’re gonna have another thing coming

basically this is just a lot of wishful thinking which is unfortunately heavily reliant on exploiting a bug that was fixed in the Bakugou 2.0 release. sorry Tokage. you guys are fuuuuucked

anyway so Jirou’s trying to hear what they’re up to, but it’s difficult with all of Tokage’s interference. but she says there’s less of the Tokage Noise than there was before though

so the others assume that means they’re regrouping for another attack

yeah Baku they’re trying to wear you down and trick you into making a mistake or something. then step 2: ?? and step three: profit. idk

heh

I want to ruffle his hair so bad. this might not be a normal person’s response to a panel like this. I’m aware, but this is how I live you guys

oho!

at first I was like “the hell are you doing” but boy he’s got good eyes

also I fucking love the ZOOM effect of these two panels though?? like, you see how far away he is in the first panel, and then in the next you see how he’s crossed that gap in an instant, and it’s just like, !! like oh shit. even knowing how fast he is, it’s still so jarring to actually experience it like that though. and hella cool

Awase what are you doing

are you using your quirk to make some kind of weapon or something. like LEGOs

OH SHIT

THIS BOY IS PRETTY FAST TOO HUH

well there go the gauntlets! those things are fucking expensive, Awase

I’m not so worried about those, but the ones that seem to be attached to his torso are definitely a problem. or is that just his shirt? if so, less of a problem

so Sero figures that the perfectly staged ambush means that Tokage’s eyes must be hovering around nearby again

and he’s shooting some tape up to where Baku and Awase are

Awase’s looking smug and thinking that Sero will never be able to hit him with all the obstacles around

I mean, yeah. like that seems obvious. I figure he must have had some other aim in mind, though I can’t figure out what

oh sweet!

no pun intended by the way! but that is indeed a sweet assist! glad Satou got to fucking do something finally lol

also my thanks to him and Awase as well for smashing the gauntlets to bits. I have to assume he’ll just get new ones, of course. but if you ever feel like going for a sleek redesign though, Katsuki... I’m just saying. at least until you grow into your fucking costume so it doesn’t feel so much like you’re trying to make yourself into an action figure

(ETA: yeah he has them back a mere ten chapters from now. he doesn’t listen to me. whatever, I’m only trying to help kid but you do you.)

looool

I’m fucking dying omg

so now Awase is frantically sticking a steel plate from another of his pockets onto his face like a welder’s mask

!! what’s this??

IS THIS A TEAMWORK PLAY!?

AHHHHHHH

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

holy shit

someone send the recording of this over to the Hero Public Safety Commission. you can give Bakugou his license now. no need to keep spending the people’s tax dollars on babysitting classes

by the way I fucking love Jirou’s little bluetooth speakers holy shit? I know they’re not bluetooth cuz she’s got her earjacks plugged in, but I’m just referring to their size, okay? anyway they’re fucking awesome. and the new sleeves on her costume are badass too. you go, Deep Dope

anyhoo it looks like Bakugou’s heading after Bondo since we’re seeing the latter turn around now and he’s got that deer-in-headlights look. which, it’s pretty impressive how Horikoshi managed to convey that from a dude with a colander face, by the way

Tokage’s shooting a bunch of her body parts over there trying to save him, but you know it ain’t gonna work

hahahahahahaha

you fucking maniac

although hell, this is still fucking tame compared to the shit those kids pulled in the first three battles though

now Satou’s grabbing him and it looks like they got him!

meanwhile Sero has restrained Awase!

sorry Vlad King

lol again Monoma

WHEN THEY’RE AT LEVEL ONE AND YOU’RE AT LEVEL 50, NATURALLY YOU’LL BE GROWING AT DIFFERENT RATES

holy shit. so what level would we say Bakugou’s teamwork has grown to? he still has room for improvement, obviously, in spite of my giddy enthusiasm. maybe halfway there? little more than? say level 25-30? it’s difficult to say, because Bakugou’s level 50 teamwork is more than likely going to look very different from Deku’s. and also because his level 50 combat skills are pretty effective at concealing any weaknesses in his teamwork skills because they more than make up for the gap right now

for what it’s worth, though, despite what Monoma says, this isn’t the first time Bakugou has shown himself capable of teamwork. in fact, the actual first time we saw a hint of that was all the way back during the cavalry battle. it was, in fact, against Monoma himself. maybe he was just too traumatized by it to remember lol

okay so this is quickly becoming the “everyone is shocked at Bakugou’s character development” show though

you guys really should have watched season 3 of the anime through to the end before you came in here all cocky

haha now she’s all “what is this team?! it’s too perfect!!”

that’s what I’ve been saying! this team was never not going to kick ass and take names

lol class A is so proud

lmao poor Deku and All Might. Jirou’s getting all of your credit

I can’t say I’m complaining though. also, do I suddenly ship BakuJirou?? quick, shipping alignment check. we still good?

hmm, yep, we good. and yep I do

well this sure is a momentous day

wtf Sero

okay first of all, ew. like what happens to the discarded body parts after? ew. ew

and second of all, can someone please check under the mask and make sure that really is Sero and not Deku. holy shit Sero let me go check your class rank again

-- holy shit you guys, Sero is ranked 17th. either he’s been focused on self-improvement as much as Bakugou has been, or class A is so fucking smart that even the 17th smartest kid is out here giving detailed analyses of quirks they’ve barely even seen

and shit, you guys, he’s still going

meanwhile Kacchan is flinging poor Kamakiri into a wall

oh my god I can’t wait to see that one in the anime. gonna be like two fucking years, but I’ll be sitting right here, waiting

OH SHIT YOU GUYS

OH SHIT

I’M GLAD HE CLARIFIED THAT THEY DON’T HAVE A TON OF POWER BECAUSE I WAS SERIOUSLY LIKE “OH SHIT HE’S ABOUT TO BLOW HER TO KINGDOM COME”

OH MY FUCK

IT’S LIKE A HORROR MOVIE WHERE THE AUDIENCE IS ON THE KILLER’S SIDE LMAO

HAHAHAHA

IS IT MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY OR WHAT?? OH MY GOD

oh my godddd

BOY!!!

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my son is all grown. you guys. I’m so proud. I fucking can’t

this chapter might as well have been titled “Bakugou wins the manga and everyone is shocked and amazed and proud.” that’s basically what just happened here. oh my god. what a blessed glorious day

[baekhyuq]

“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 2.

Title: Sensory Strip

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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The day before made you anxious, looking all over for a man who could even slightly resemble your oh so hot cam boy. He knew about you, but you had absolutely no clue who it could be. Your Psychology class actually had a field trip to a history of psychology museum which would’ve been exciting if you were looking over your shoulder every three seconds.

After the bus was unloaded and people took interest in different things at the museum, you immediately felt someone’s eyes following you. Your Professor’s to be exact, his eyes were trained on your figure moving across the room to each artifact. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second. The museum was filled with small things here and there, many rooms leading into others. There was one particular section that caught your eye, a room filled with brains, animal brains, human brains, insect brains. A horrible sight but nonetheless very interesting. Professor Byun was stood at one of the brains, specifically the human brain.

Your feet automatically took you to him, his presence alone made you cower. His broad shoulders with his contrasting cute lips made you want to either squish his cheeks. Your figure stood beside his taller one, peering down at the brain submerged in preservatives in a glass jar. The silence got to you, your ears were ringing and the only sound that you could hear was your own breathing. It’s as if he was holding his breath.

“Could you point out the parts of the brain?” Professor Byun asked, his hands behind his back. You hesitated in your answer “I don’t think so.” You looked around the jar pointing out the front of the brain, “I know this is the frontal lobe.” You craned your neck some more to see around the jar, pointing at another part of the brain. “This is motor strip and.” You pointed again, “I think that’s all I know.”

You could hear him hum in response, your eyes trained on the brain. You would crack under pressure and surely would crack under you professors gaze. “Here is the sensory strip.” His hand casually went on the small of your back. You tensed up immediately. “Yours seems to be working just fine.”

His breath was close to your face and you could smell the mint he was sucking on earlier. “And this,” He pointed to the right of the brain, “Is the parietal lobe.” He continued naming them and pointing them out, his hand leaving my back and resting on my shoulder. His voice was so familiar to you, but your memory was nonexistent so you couldn’t remember when or where you’d met him before.

The room fell silent and you stepped away from him, his body heat being replaced with the cold room. “Excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom.” Professor Byun said, giving you a small smile before rushing off toward the restrooms. Your cheeks lit up and you felt as if your face would catch on fire from how hot it was. His close proximity made you gag in embarrassment. Your phone buzzed, indicating a alert. You glanced down at it and your eyes went wide. . “B-Bear is now online.” You shook your head before your eye scanned the room. He had to go live now? You rushed toward the restrooms and saw that it was actually an all gender bathroom. Very strange for a museum. You went toward one of the stalls, quietly locking it. You plugged in your headphones and you felt another buzz from your phone. “B-Bear is now live.” You clicked the notification as fast as your thumb could and your phone was redirected to the sight you weren’t ready for. His hand was already on his dick, pumping it slowly. He had his earphones in and you could see somewhat of his surroundings, tiles, side by side wall.

He was in a bathroom. More specifically he was in this bathroom. You took one of your headphone out and listened to the bathroom. You could hear quiet slick noises from your phone and in the bathroom. You gathered all your courage and typed on the chat, “Where are you right now?” He read the question out before answering. “I’m actually at a museum right now. I’m not supposed to be in here doing this but... My mystery woman made me this hard.” He practically moaned, his voice traveled to your ears more clearly through the earphones and you couldn’t help but to connect some of the pieces in your head. The voice, the location, all the coincidences leading up till now. You cant believe you didn’t put the pieces together before, after all this time of watching B-Bear and hearing his voice seeing his lips. There’s no way this isn’t who you think it is. But how do you go about confronting him? How would you explain this, how about the good old “I watch you masturbate every night and realized you were somebody I know.” You couldn’t muster up the courage to even spit that out in a complete sentence. “I think i’m going to cum, just thinking about her and the way she smells and the feel of her soft skin. I cant get the thought out of my head.” He practically moaned. Your panties started to dampen at the sight of him jerking off to you only, you clamped your thighs together before you spread them apart and started to rub your clit in circles to quickly get off. You bit your lip and held your phone up to a viewing distance. His slick noises mixed in with his quiet grunts and you accidentally let out a quite loud moan. You hear silence, and you see the man on the live still. His head turns toward the stall that is yours and you hold your breath. His face ducks from out of his phones view and you can only imagine he’s looking under the stall so you quickly pick up your feet till you see his head reappear. “I could’ve sworn I heard her voice.” He says into his earphone mic. “I sound ridiculous, liking somebody so much i’m hearing their voice. I’m finished here guys, sorry for this spur of the moment live.” And with that the livestream ends. Your phone screen goes black and you feel as if your chest has sunken in. You cant move an inch, you hear the stall door next to you open and see a flash of black through your stall door. You hear the faucet turn on and the man quickly leaves after.

You let out the breath you held the whole time and furrow your brows. There’s only one man who talks like that in this whole town and it’s Professor Byun himself. You cant deny any of the stupid coincidences, him stupidly mentioning both your encounters on his live-stream, his stupid voice and his stupid hands and his even more stupid lips. You weren’t too sure on how to confront him quite yet, maybe you could have some fun.

Maybe you could have you cake and eat it too.

The following days after finding out your Psychology teacher is your favorite cam boy had made you look at him entire different. You see him as more of a toy now. You come into class flaunting your body in order to see what his response would be on the livestream later that night. Your heart beats like crazy when he talks about you, his livestream is basically a ted talk dedicated to you only. You know plus masterbating and all.

The one day that your beloved cam boy wasn’t teaching you were sad, the substitute was an old lady who did not want to see your skimpy dress and taught whatever Byun had left for her to teach. You sadly left the class after it ended, not impressing anybody but yourself for the effort. Deciding to watch a new movie, you take a trip to your local cinema. You settle on watching a scary movie and and you’re given a seating ticket, lucky number 59. You settle into your seat, pulling out candy you snuck in, because cinema’s food is overpriced ridiculously.

As you were digging through your purse you felt somebody slide by your legs and into the seat by you. “Excuse me, sorry.” They said, and you froze instantly. You mumbled a “It’s okay.” Before trying to practically rip your soul out your chest for even responding. “Y/n?” His voice said your name so heavenly it should be a sin. You slowly turned toward your Professor. “P-Professor Byun, weird seeing you here.” You tried to sound casual but you knew you were failing miserably. “I actually exist outside of the school, surprising I know.” He joked, you couldn’t look over how he was dressed so casually. “I didn’t mean it like that-I. Why didn’t you teach today?” You brought up, his mouth went into an “o” shape and he let out a nervous breath. “I had some business to take care of. I would’ve been too late to teach the class so I called in for a substitute. Hope she wasn’t too boring, because I know psychology is just so fun.” He laughed, hitting my knee with his own. “Psychology isn’t that boring,” You retorted, he gave you a look that told you he wasn’t convinced. “Like, it isn’t that uninteresting that I’d want to not come to class. Some things are actually really cool to learn about, Professor.” You smiled slightly, almost hinting that the best thing you’ve learned this semester is that your favorite cam boy is your AP Psych teacher. “Well i’m glad I can make the class more bearable. And stop calling me Professor, call me Baekhyun outside of class.” He laughed a laugh that was warm and filled with his honey vocal cords. “I wouldn’t take you for somebody who like scary movies.” He said quietly when the movie started and warned people to have their phones on silent or grab food from their concession stand. “I love horror, I don’t think there’s another genre that interests me, maybe romance but not really.” You we’re surprised at your free speech, you wouldn’t stuttering and tripping over your words for once. Your new found confidence in knowing your Psych teacher was infatuated with you was a boost to your ego almost. “Romance?” He leaned his arm on the arm rest and rested his hand on his thigh. “I would’ve guessed that first.” He laughed quietly. “Shhh, the movies starting.” You popped a piece of candy in your mouth.

The movie started off slow, building suspension and sometimes using cheap jump scares to make you flinch. But Baekhyun never moved, he was unfazed by the short scares and blood and gore. “You don’t seem scared Baekhyun?” You whispered in his direction. “I’m not really scared by these movies, I think real life situations scare me more.”

You smirked somewhat.

“What scares you the most?” You questioned.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Getting caught scares me the most.”

You arms were covered in goosebumps, knowing his biggest secret and his biggest fear had you feeling on top of the world but also scared. You knew so much about him it was weird, he had no idea about you. What it took to make you cum, what words you liked to be called in bed. How many rounds could you go until you were exhausted. He knew nothing. “Me too.”

The movie was towards the end and you and Baekhyun had eaten all your snacks, when it ended you agreed to make this movie thing a ritual. Every Thursday night would be a movie date kind of. It was fun, you felt as if you actually went on a date with Baekhyun, his charismatic character naturally made you feel as if he was interested in every word you said. His character just made you feel as if you actually belonged with him. Not as a teacher and student relationship but as more. You headed back to your apartment being greeted by your small cat, Kora. She mewled and rubbed against your calves for attention which you gladly gave. You looked around for your earphones which you couldn’t find for the life of you and as if one que, your phone buzzed. “Hey you left your headphones in your bag, which you also left with me. I also don’t know how i didn’t realize this wasn’t my bag while walking out the cinema.” It was from an unknown caller but you immediately knew who it was. “Sorry Baekhyun! I didn’t realize I left it till now too, where are you i’ll come to you.” You texted back with one hand as the other slid on your shoes and grabbed your keys. Baekhyun sent an address which appeared to be his apartment and you were on the way.

Baekhyun’s apartment was on the 4th floor and guess what? The elevator was conveniently down this day. So after walking up four flights of stairs you reached Baekhyun’s door, you knocked twice and the door was opened along with a barking pup at your feet. “Hey, sorry about the bag thing-are you out of breath?” Baekhyun almost laughed at your figure busting into the room to get a glass of water and taking a seat at his kitchen island. “Oh my god, please let them fix the elevator next time.” “Next time?” “Uh...for people like me who aren’t fit enough for four or more flights of stairs-oh my god dog.” You instantly reached down to pet the short corgi pup. “Yeah, it must have just broken down it was fine 30 minutes ago. Anyways, sorry for taking your bag.” Baekhyun handed you your tote bag and you noticed the cut on his hand. “Its not a big deal, unless I had to run up four flights of stairs again, then we might have a problem. But thanks, see you at class next week.” Baekhyun mouth opened and closed. “W-would you like to hang out sometime?” His stuttering voice made your stomach full with butterflies. “Hang out?” You repeated, he nodded. “I know student and teacher relationships are forbidden but-“ You cut him off “It doesn’t matter if we don’t get caught right.”

“Right.”

“Then yes, i’d love to hang out.”

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[iamkatehardy]

K.O. (Tommy Conlon x Reader)

Reposting this BECAUSE FUCK YOU FOR FLAGGING ME BECAUSE OF TOMMY’S NIPPLES , TUMBLR, THAT’S WHY. ( Should rewrite it, but I’m posting this just as it the original, because t was one of the first ones ❤ And I’m proud of my newbie mistakes 😂)

Requested by @bxbblesstuff

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Author’s Notes: First time writing on Tommy Conlon, hope you like it! This is a One-Shot only, at least for now. Feedback is appreciated,as always, and all your requests will be written as soon as possible!

Another stressful day at work. Even though that wasn’t your dream, and that you’d be laid off in no time due to the crisis in the company, you worked overtime once again. Bills didn’t pay themselves, and food didn’t magically appear on the table.

When you finished what you had to do, you drove to the gym. You changed fast in the bathroom, there was no such thing as “Girls’ Shower Room”, as there were no girls beside you in there. Then you rushed to the ring.

“I know Pete, I’m late, and I’m sorry, but my boss has been a pain in the ass lately…” – You sighed, tying your hair.

“Look, I agreed to help you, but I need you to be into this at 100% if you want me to keep doing it, ok? I hate wasting my time.” – He said, wrapping your hands for the practice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time…” – You put on your mouthpiece, giving him an apologetic look.

“Training for Sparta kept me busy, so this time, and only this time, I’ll let it go, rookie. Next time I’m done coaching you.”

The gym was mostly empty that late at night, and you liked it like that: it meant no prying eyes or misogynous comments, at least aside from Pete’s.

You were practicing for some time when you heard the door, the person entering the gym irritated Mad Dog, who now threw harder punches, that you were supposed to block, if you hadn’t been inattentive, which was the number one mistake in MMA, boxing or any other way of fighting.

You failed blocking one of Mad Dog’s angry punches, and he knocks you on the floor.

“Damn, (Y/N), where’s your fucking head at?”

A little bit disoriented from the punch, you clean the blood coming out of our nose.

“No, where’s YOUR fucking head at?” – The man who had just come in the gym enters the ring, approaching Mad Dog, looking into his eyes, face inches apart from his.

“Spare me this ridiculous act, this is not your business…” – Mad Dog snarled, bitterly.

The man scratched his head, and putted his forehead on Mad Dog’s.

“Get the fuck out of here, if you care for your own good, before I lose it, alright?” – He pushed Mad Dog, who stepped further, not pleased at all.

“And you, I’m fucking done with you!” – Mad Dog pointed his finger at you, while you managed to stop the bleeding; He then grabbed his things and stormed out of the gym.

“Are you alright?”- The man asked, kneeling near you, checking the small cut on your cheek.

You took your mouthpiece off and got up sighing.

“I’m fine, don’t worry…”

“Well, Mad Dog doesn’t go easy on the punches, so maybe we should check that out.” – He approached you.- “I’m Tommy by the way, Tommy Conlon.” – He extended his hand to you.

You took his hand and shook it steadily, muffling a giggle.

“Tommy Conlon, like the one who aspired to go to Sparta, and kicked Mad Dog’s ass  in this same ring? THAT Tommy Conlon?”

“Yeah, that one… And you were about to watch part two of that fight, live… But the important now is to take care of that…” – Tommy was not a soft guy, but he had seen his share of women getting beaten when he was a kid, and it was something that messed with him pretty bad.

“Listen, Tommy, thank you so much, but I’m fine, really.” – You grabbed your stuff. – “ Oh, and I’m (Y/N, by the way, nice to meet you.” – You smiled.

“Well, (Y/N), will you still say that in the morning, when you’re purple and swollen, like a beet?” – He leaned against the ropes, shrugging.

“Maybe not…” – You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Then let me get some ice and the first-aid kit, will you?” – He got of the ring to get them, and you sat in a bench nearby.

He kneeled in front of you , cleaning of the blood , trying to be gentle even if he wasn’t used to it. You winced.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry, but it’s necessary…” – He carefully kept doing it, and then gave you the ice.

“What are you even doing here this late?” – You pressed the ice on your face

“A thank you would do too, miss…” – He chuckled and sat by your side.

“Sorry, you’re right! Thank you.” – You smiled and looked at him. – “But I’m still curious, usually the gym is empty at this time of the day…”

“What could I possible be doing here? Practicing for Sparta… I’ve been practicing with my father coaching me, but we had some problems and I needed to unwind, so I came here on my own… But that’s odd that YOU ask. What are YOU doing here? I don’t see a lot of women around, I must say.”

“I want to make it to the Women’s Football League.”

“Shouldn’t you be playing football then?” – He asked, confused.

“If you want a place there, you’ve got to step up your game. It takes a lot of focus, and physical strength, those both are things that fighting can help me with… And well, when your whole life is a mess, it’s a great stress reliever as well.” – You turned to him. – “If I can keep up with you big boys on the ring, then I can keep up with girls in the field, right?”

“Yeah, right, but these mad men don’t play (Y/N).”

“And who said I do play, Mr. Conlon?”

He held his hands up, as surrendering, and smiled.

“I’m not a rookie, as Mad Dog loves to call me. My father passed away when I was a kid; at school no one made my life any easier either. I figured I needed to know how to defend myself, protect myself, and release all the frustration…” – You looked down. – “Football is my main goal now, but I’ve been fighting for fifteen years now, Tommy, I don’t play either. I’m half of your size, so no, I obviously can’t beat you or Mad Dog, or any guy here, but I do what I want when it comes to fighting someone with my size. I’m not here to fight, just to practice. So why not practicing with someone with my size, you may wonder, and the answer is simple, in fact. I’ve been told this same gym is where the very best are, and if I have a goal, a dream, the best are the ones I want to work with.”

He had to admit your courage and determination were admirable, although you were probably a little bit crazy at the same time, but he liked that about you too.

“I’m sorry if I sounded insane…” – You looked back up and smiled.

“You didn’t, and even if you did, you wouldn’t be more insane than I am anyway, so it’s ok.”

You got up, picking your gym bag from the bench.

“Thank you once again Tommy, but I should probably get going home.”

“Wait, I bet you’re still dizzy from the punch, it’s not good idea to drive right now. Let me take you, you come and pick your car tomorrow, ok?” – He got up.

“I…” – You scratched your head. –  I definitely could take that, actually, yeah.. Thank you.”

He grabbed his bag and then took yours in his hand as well, walking you to his car. His actions that night impressed you; you never expected sympathy from anyone, especially people you just met.

It was a quit ride; you could tell he wasn’t talkative, but that was fine, you weren’t much of a talked either.

“Well, it’s here.” – You pointed to your apartment and unfastened your seatbelt. – “Do you want to come in?”

He didn’t know exactly whether to accept or decline, as he was a socially awkward kind of guy, so he hesitated for a second.

“Besides football and throwing punches, I’m pretty great with cakes, I have a cat named Ninja who’d love you, and I don’t bite unless I’m asked to. Also, I don’t usually take no for answers.” – You shrugged.

“Ok, you got me at sweets and animals…”- He got out the car and opened the door for you.

After a quick elevator ride, you finally arrive at your beloved home.

“Oh Ninja…” – You scowled and then laughed; catching some things your cat had knocked down on your absence. – “Be good, please, we have visitors, ok?” – You crouched, rubbing the cat’s back as he rubbed his face on your legs.

“What can I get you? A tea, maybe a beer? I’m not a drinker, so I don’t have anything stronger to offer you..”

“I’m fine like this, thanks.” – He smiled and sat on the sofa, near your Ninja, who seemed to be curious and pleased by Tommy’s presence.

“He likes you, so I guess I like you too…” – You giggled. – “What about a slice of cheesecake, can I offer you that?”

He made a funny face.

“You know, that is something that can’t be refused!”

You walked to the kitchen grabbing him a slice of cheesecake, which he devoured in delight shortly after, as you threw yourself in the other sofa.

“Oh God, it’s really good…” – He spoke with his mouth still full, and you laughed.

“Talking about really good, I need your help…”

“Tell me.”

“Mad Dog just gave up on me, you heard him. And I have trials soon, I need to keep in shape. I need to find someone really good to train with, and it better be real quick…” – You bite your nails.

“Hmm, I might have a solution for you…”

“I’m ready to hear it , Tommy.”

“If it’s to help you achieving something you really want, then I’ll help you, even if I don’t usually coach people. Let’s say I took a liking to you, shorty.”

“Wait, WHAT?” – You straightened out in the sofa.

“That is, if you want me to.”

“If that doesn’t bother you or your practice for Sparta… Of course I want it!” – You get up, running to him, jumping on his arms and hugging him tight. – “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. THANK YOU!” – You filled his cheek with kisses.

“I can see it’s important for you, and it makes me train as well. Plus, I really can’t let you in Mad Dog’s or any other lunatics’ hands! That’s dangerous for you (Y/N), I don’t want you to get hurt, alright?” – He rubbed your shoulder.- “But don’t fool yourself , I won’t be soft with you!” – He put a straight face.

“I didn’t expect you to be, that’s exactly you’re the perfect partner, Mr. Conlon!” – You nudged him.

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“In training sessions I won’t be soft , but out of the gym we’ll see…” – He wrapped an arm around you.

“Out of the ring, feel free no knock me out.” – You smiled, looking up to his eyes.

[constantlyirksome]

Ruview “Jersey Justice”, (spoilers.)

Last weeks Drag Race was the all important Snatch Game (of love), the challenge that each season never fails to separate the weak from the herd, limping and sad, and with it being all stars, the results were more revealing than ever. This week the girls come in to talk about the previous elimination. Discussion turns to Manila’s rationale for picking Gia to go home, and about her weighing up her options. The other girls say they would have lost respect for Manila if she’d gotten rid of Valentina, the second weakest in Snatch Game. I ask myself why that’s such a bad thing, to get rid of a competitor that had a bigger chance of coming between winning and coming second. This week was revealing in this aspect, as we learn that, as a group, girls are hesitant to remove fan favourites or strong competitors lest there be repercussions in the real world between fellow queens and fans. This is an aspect of All Stars that has pissed me off since season 2. The All Star rules allow Rupaul to wash his hands of the responsibility of removing popular queens. Yes it ads to the drama, but it’s also convoluted and since those first few eliminations up until now the girls have basically used the honour system anyway. The weakest contender, as the other queens see it, should be the one to go home. So you can imagine when a beloved veteran lands herself in the bottom, the conflict that occurs. It could potentially affect working relationships and club bookings. That means while the queens claim to be fair, if mother Theresa were in the bottom two, they wouldn’t pull her lipstick lest they be stoned to death by rabid fans. This week, we finally saw a breakdown in the system. As Latrice, the weakest link by a landslide was a favourite, there was tension, but it should be simple. To not get rid of her would have literally robbed another queen. (I hate that term). Before all of that Rupaul descends the stairs wearing a tigers pelt the queens, (clearly under fear of death) compliment their all-powerful host on another fashion masterpiece, and then split up for this weeks challenge. Splitting in two pairs or threes the queens had to improv cases on daytime court show “Jersey Justice”, hosted by Michelle Visage. The teams are: Manila and Naomi, Trinity and Valentina, and Monet, Monique and Latrice as the trio. We get snippets of them preparing, Valentina trying to find the right accent, (she tried a few, it was hilarious,) and Latrice in the confessionals pre-emptively blaming her two teammates for being too overbearing. (Romper room fuckery part 3?) It was up to her to stand out amongst them, and unfortunately for her she didn’t. If their court case hadn’t been outlined by Ru beforehand it would not have been clear what they were doing. Monique’s character (They all had mildly offensive, long character names I didn’t bother writing them down,) wanted a cake made for a gay wedding, and Latrice and Monet, the bakery owners, refused, or did a bad job… I think. Monique pulled out the goopery and the gaggery, her personality a natural fit for this type of reality spoof, but Latrice, dressed like an old cat Lady, just gave her vacant stares. Then Monet’s character came in and said a bunch of things that ended up meaning very little. She looked sweaty. Anyway the other teams somehow had a way of seeing the others compete, because Trinity said what everyone was thinking, “Where are the jokes?” Props to Judge Michelle and Monique for making their segment watchable. Naomi and Manila’s case “She made me look like a bitch”, was a lot clearer, and a lot funnier. Manila went to Naomi, who is bronzed orange and wearing the wildest Jersey wig, for a makeover and Naomi fucked it up. It’s revealed halfway through though, once Manila unveils her poodle perm complete with bows, that Naomi was actually a dog groomer. When I say I cried with the reveal, and then Manila slipping into character as a yappy dog I’m not lying. Manila stole the show with her totally over the top portrayal, but Naomi did an amazing job keeping up also. After last weeks hilarious Wendy Williams impression it’s clear Naomi has grown out of just being all about the fashion and her legs. She’s trying and it’s much appreciated. Valentina and Trinity portray a case where a mother books Snooki to appear at her daughter’s birthday, and Valentina played the “OG” Snooki. Trinity was solid, just like Naomi, but it was Valentina, dressed as Snooki after a bad beating in a hurricane who won the scene. Some of it was visual, she’d never looked less beautiful and it was amazing. But she also had the voice down, and by the time she started bouncing up and down, her titties moving independently from her body it was game over for the other queens. Her second performance as “Villaintina” throughout the episode also held some of the episodes best bits. There was a revelation that were she to win a challenge she wouldn’t have trouble getting rid of threats, including Trinity who last week said she would save Valentina. with her “keep me here so you can beat me” speech last week, this comment from Val this week was a-ma-zing. Trinity was shook, now knowing her alliance was one sided, and Valentina’s over the top expressions were classic. Her out of place melt down in the workroom later after “the judge with the gold necklace” said her runway look was off was right out of a telenovela. (The outfit was a mess, my eyes couldn’t figure out what she was trying to do with it. She looked like a deflated pincushion.) She really is soaking it up this season with her boy runways, speeches and expressions, as the villain, the winner she doesn’t care, it’s the Valentina show and I love it. Runway time, and Rupaul comes down the runway dressed as a head of broccoli. Manila comes down in Marge Simpsons pink Chanel suit. Monet, in a move that might have ended up saving her, came out as Kim K in her “break the internet” champagne look. Monique, who took the win for the week in a Tina Turner lip-sync, comes down in another brown cow outfit and when I say I groaned, I’m not lying. I need to not see any more brown cows or sponges for the rest of my life. Props to Monique, who’s stunt in the lip-sync was keeping her wig ON. She flipped it, shook it, tussled it and it stayed on. I’ve never been so gagged. So, the elimination of Latrice was shocking, and unfortunate but, in my useless opinion, correct. Seeing Manila so sad and determined to save her friend was touching. Her lip sync again was pretty spot-on but there was a pizzazz and ferocity in Monique that gave her the win. Latrice’s stance that she was owed a crown due to her seniority, or how much she’s loved by other queens was a daft. I love Latrice, and she deserves accolades, and maybe a crown had she done better this season. But she don’t make me laugh and has a tendency to blame her poor performance on others. It’s a shame, because she is a special, amazing queen, but all’s fair in drag and war. It turns out, when you log on to twitter no one was that butt hurt by the elimination anyway because Gia Gunn doesn’t know whom Nancy Pelo

[allaboutshouto]

help me heal

Summary: Shouto has gone missing during a solo mission. Izuku upturned the whole town in search for him. He found Shouto. A broken, pale imitation of the Shouto he knew and loved. Izuku wanted to cry but he swallowed his tears. Because Shouto needed his help now more than his tears.

Tags: Torture, Angst, blind!Shouto, so much angst

Note: @tododeku-week​  Day 4 | loyalty | “I tried my hardest. I don’t know what else to do.”

Ao3

Izuku crashed down the rusty steel door with a One-for-All infused kick. It was an excessive move and emotion-filled decision on his part but he was beyond caring at this point.

Shouto was just right beyond this door.

The door came off its hinge and flew straight into the opposite wall of the ill-lit corridor with an ear-piercing clang. Dusty, flickering lamps hanging from the ceiling dangled creakily as the door flew past underneath.

Izuku wasted no time. He sprinted towards the last door on the right, a barely visible indent on the mouldy, moss-grown wall, leaving footprints embedded onto the damp cement floor. His heart hammered in his chest, his blood thumped in his ears, his breath came out in short, worried gasps.

He felt like crying.

He was crying.

It was too humid down in the holding cells for him to tell the tears apart from the sweat.

Please don't let him be too late.

Pleasepleasepleaseplease

He arrived at the door. The metallic tang of blood flooding his sense told him he wasn’t tricked. With one tenth of his strength, he broke the lock off the wall and swung the door inwards, mindful not to bang it against the wall.

The cell was the biggest out of all. The arched ceiling and single dangling lamp made it seem like a holy church.

Izuku felt sick inside. Any ounce of regret he had for breaking the kidnappers’ arms vanished at the sight of Shouto, so thin so small so pale so dead in the middle of the floor, right underneath the arched roof.

He sat there, on a rickety old chair, still as a doll, head bowed, chest barely lifting with each intake of breath. His dark blue hero suit was tattered beyond recognisable, botched with dried blood. The pant legs were ripped off to make strips of bandage for his eyes. His arm was connected to an IV drip filled with something that Izuku didn’t want to know about.

Izuku bit back a choked sob as he approached Shouto. He was so so thin, bony fingers rested lightly on the armrests. His hair, matted together, went past his ears in the three weeks he went missing.

Izuku lightly brushed a few locks away from his face so he could get a better look. His lips caked with dried blood, dark purple bruises stood out against pale skin on his collarbone.

Izuku drew his eyes upwards to Shouto's eyes.

Uncontrolled apologies bubbled past his lips as he realized what had happened to those beautiful eyes. What Shouto had to endure when Izuku was searching relentlessly nights and days for him.

There were red, blistering burns covering his forehead, running over his eyes and ending just above the tips of his nose.

'Shouto?' He called, his voice cracking with penned-up emotion.

Shouto breathed out raggedly through his nose.

'I'm taking you out of here, okay? Everything is alright. You will be alright. You are going to be f-f-fine.' Izuku choked on his words, swallowing back tears. Because Shouto needed him now, breaking down could wait for later.

Carefully, he removed the needle, mindful not to cause any more pain to the hurting boy. Then he looped an arm beneath Shouto's legs and lifted him up bridal style. He kept himself still as he moved up flights of stairs.

As the first ray of sunshine hit them, he felt Shouto shifted minutely in his hold, hiding his face into the fold of Izuku's hero suit. Tears wetted the bandages around his eyes but Izuku was too preoccupied with how far apart Shouto's breath was getting to pay it any attention.

'How is he?' Izuku asked immediately as Recovery Girl stepped out from the makeshift infirmary on the site.

'Weak.' She frowned, a hard line crossing her face. 'And in pain. He had been drugged to the gills with sedative aesthetic. I can't risk overdose so he might wake up as soon as his body flushes out the residual. He suffers from multiple broken bones, a severe concussion, lacerations of varying depth and length. His shoulder is the worst off, having a sharp object pierced through the other side before getting pulled out the wrong way and nearly severed his nerves.' She listed off Shouto's injuries like she did a shopping list, professional and unfeeling.

Izuku felt like puking whatever was inside his stomach that Uraraka had forced into him earlier.

'What about h-his eyes?' He hesitantly asked, dread coursing through his arms and legs. There had to be a reason Recovery Girl hadn't included Shouto's eyes in her list.

'Have you ever got bleach on your skin, Midoriya-kun?' She answered with a question, heaving a bitter, defeated sigh.

'Well, yes. It was painful. Felt like my skin was coming off.' Izuku recalled. He had been thinking and cleaning at the same time and forgot to put on gloves before squirting bleach.

Recovery Girl nodded. 'They poured bleach into Todoroki-kun's eyes. It is possible that he might never get his vision back.'

The world went silent around Izuku. At some point, he was guided to a nearby bench and sat down forcefully. His eyes locked with the harsh glare of Recovery Girl and he breathed with her. In and out. In and out. In and out.

In.

Out.

'Wha-.' He cleared his throat to unblock it after he brought his breathing under control. 'What can I do to help?' He felt faint. No, it could not be true. His beloved boyfriend could not go blind in both eyes. He was too strong for that. Too stubborn.

'At this point, nothing. However-.' Recovery Girl was cut off as a heat blast came their way from the direction of the makeshift tent. Mountains of ice followed next as people scrambled away from danger zone.

Izuku and Recovery Girl sprinted towards it.

Izuku arrived first.

The makeshift tent was wrecked. Canvas and bed sheet were on fire. Ice covered tables and ground. A nurse had his entire arm encased in thick block of ice, hand still holding a syringe.

And standing in the middle of everything was Shouto. Fire traveled up and down his left arm, ice formed a thin layer on his right. He was leaning too far against the emergency bed, waving his arms in every direction in a crazed manner, like he was trying to ward off monsters that only he could see. He looked so small in the white, baggy hospital suit, so lost with the upper part of his face covered with new, sterilised bandage. He was breathing too fast for it to be safe.

‘Shouto!’ Izuku called, wanting to tell Shouto that he was safe, that nothing could hurt him now, that Izuku was here to help.

He had expected Shouto to calm down and said his name (he hadn’t heard his name in Shouto’s deep tenor in three weeks), to break down and let Izuku help.

He hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end of a Giant Ice Wall.

The attack that shook the stadium back in their first-year Sport Festival.

The last time Shouto had voluntarily directed his ice in Izuku’s direction with the intent to hurt was during the same sport festival.

As it was, he was too shock to completely evade the mountain of ice and ended up having his legs completely immobilised. He looked up at Shouto only to see him raise his left arm, fire ready to incinerate Izuku, his fast breathing rattling his bony frame.

Shouto pulled back his arm, fire a whirling tornado around his arm. Izuku stared at it, mesmerized, as fire came towards him.

If getting burned meant Shouto would get better, he had no hesitation.

'Midoriya! Todoroki! What do you two think you are doing?' Recovery Girl's raspy, anger-laced tone drew Izuku out of his daze. He punched the ice around his legs to free himself. Shouto let go of his control, fire fluttering away in bright sparks. He turned his head in Recovery Girl's general direction, mouth set in a deep frown as if he was trying to see whether it was reality or imagination.

'Shou...to?' Izuku hesitantly called out again. To his detached surprise, Shouto lapsed into a full-blown panic attack as soon as the words left him. His right hand came up to cover his ears, his left hand clutched at his heart. Fire and ice came and went with his speeding breath. Pitiful whimper escaped his mouth.

Izuku was slow to react.

Recovery Girl beat him to it. She ran towards Shouto and nudged him to sit down. She cradled his head in her arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back, murmuring comforting sounds.

Izuku felt an irrational envy.

It should be him comforting Shouto. It should be him holding Shouto tight and grounding him to reality.

It should be him.

He paddled over to Shouto, who gave a violent reaction and a half-formed scream at Izuku's footsteps. He struggled against Recovery Girl's arms, accidentally icing her glasses and leaving blackened marks on her white coat.

'Midoriya, don't come any closer!' She shouted at him as she struggled to hold Shouto still. 'You are making it worse!'

His heart stopped. This was not happening. He could not be the reason why Shouto had a panic attack. He could not be the reason why Shouto was in more pain. He could not be.

'Midoriya, please, get out.' Recovery Girl got the words out with difficulty as Shouto's thrashing had become more violent and uncontrollable.

His legs took him outside before he even registered her command.

He closed the flap of the tent behind his back and collapsed onto the floor in an undignified heap.

Recovery Girl's comforting shushing and Shouto's heart-breaking weep flowed into his ears in waves.

Tears flowed freely from his eyes.

How useless he was.

What a hero he made, when he could not help the one he loved most?