#its done badly but hey I was in a rush

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HEADCANON: MHA MEN SPOILING YOU

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Endeavor

warnings: none just mha men being rich<3

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

"Hey, where are you?" You hear you husband's rough voice spill through the speakers of your phone, your eyelids shaking at the eyelash extensions being pressed down and glued on your water line.

"Getting my lashes done."

"Anything else planned?" He asks, making you purse your lips in thought.

"My whole day's packed, actually. I already went to my facial appointment. I'm getting my nails and hair done after this. Maybe a little shopping if I have the energy. Oh! I'll probably get a massage too!" You rant, smiling as you imagine the perfect selfcare day.

"Alright. You think you'll have enough energy for dinner after all that?" You giggle and hum, "Uhuh! I always have energy for you baby."

"That's good to hear. Have fun today baby, I love you."

"I love you more."

You hear three beeps and you hear your lashtech giggle.

"Hero Dynamight is portrayed as this scary, rough guy in the media, but he's actually very sweet." She swoons, making your chest swell with pride.

"He is, actually. One time-"

You're cut off by your phone buzzing, followed by your lashtech gasping. Unable to open your eyes, you stretch your arms out. "What? What happened?!"

"Hero Dynamight he..." She gasps.

"He what?!" You yell, your chest caving in as every horrible thought crosses your mind.

Did he get injured during a fight?

How badly is he injured?

Is he...?

"Dammit, Ari! Tell me what's happening!" You demand, about to sit up from the bed.

"He just sent you two million yen..." She breathes out, making you release a sigh.

"Fucking Christ. I thought something happened." You whisper, relaxing back onto the bed. "Did he say why?"

"'Refunding you for you facial appointment. The rest are for your other plans. Call if you need more. I love you baby.'" She read aloud, causing a smile to stretch across your face.

"He's the sweetest." You swoon.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

You look around the villa, eyes sparkling and head over the moon at how beautiful it is. The Spanish colonial architecture is beautiful, the ceilings high, the wood floors shiny and waxed, and the arched windows big enough for you to show a tree from the tops of its leaves down to its roots burrowed down the soil.

"It's so pretty, baby!" You giggle, twirling around the foyer of the villa you'll be spending your two weeks in.

Finally, Eijirou was able to grab a two-week break from hero work. The two of you have been busting your asses off, protecting cities and taking down villains.

This time, you made sure your schedules synced when it came to time to making time for each other.

"You like it?" He asks, hugging you from behind.

You turn your head to the side, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I love it, baby. This'll be the best vacation ever. Just the two of us. Happy and in love." You smile, giggling at his cheeks slowly turning into a crimson colour.

And just as you said, your two-week vacation was a bliss. The both of you drank and ate, made love, swam in the private pool, in the private beach, cuddled during movies, played video games, board games, explored the small town near the villa- everything was perfect.

As you sit on your spot in the hero's private plane, a white folder on the table catches your eye. With curiousity tickling your fingers, you open it, your gaze immediately falling to your husband's familiar signature. Your brows knit as you bring your eyes back up to the top of the document, reading it.

This letter of Intention to Offer is made and effectively by...

Property Address...

Purchaser Address...

Purchaser Contact...

Dear Mr. Kirishima Eijirou...

Please accept this bid purchase to...

For the amount of...

"Eight million euros?!" You scream, clutching on the document.

Eijirou rushes out of the private bedroom inside the jet, his eyes wide with worry as he inspects you. "What's wrong?!" He worries.

"Why the hell did you buy the villa?!" You scream, now your eyes are wide with worry.

"You said you loved it." He shrugs.

Your head pulses with the need to close your eyes. You can feel your blood pressure rising at this stupid, idiotic, irresponsible...sweet, lovely, man.

"Where the hell are you getting eight million euros?" You sigh, finally looking up at the man who foolishly spoils you rotten.

"The same place I was getting eighty million yen for the yacht you wanted..." He looks at you like you're stupid.

"Why the hell did you buy a yacht on top of a villa, Eijirou?"

"You said you wanted the boat!" He exclaims, forcing you to rack your brain for the memory of when you said that.

"I said it was pretty! Not that I wanted it!" You exclaim, your face scrunching up in stress. "Where on earth are you getting your money!"

The red head simply smiles, engulfing you with his strong arms in a warm, tight embrace. "I'm one of the top heros in the world, baby. And I've been in this game for decades now. It's safe to say I've got more money than we both can possibly need." He reasons, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

"Plus, property investments are good!" You roll your eyes at the stupidly sweet man you call your husband, your heart searing as your gaze catches onto another document with the words 'Land Ownership' and your name printed not far from it.

SHOTO TODOROKI

An evil grin stretches across your face as you point at every pretty thing your eyes fall on. You don't break your stride as you enter and exit shops in under a minute.

"That." You point at an adorable bag inside a shelf. "That, too." You point at the one beside it.

"These shoes in my size. These too. Ooo! And these as well." You hand the shoes over to your assistant, letting her pass them over to the store clerk.

You exit the shop, leaving one body guard behind as you enter the store beside it. This one's a gadget store.

"You think it's time to upgrade my devices?" You ask, playing with the showcased device on the table. You turn to your side, eyeing your husband's assistant, seeing tears comically strem down his cheeks.

"Please, madam! You've spent so much already!" He cries, "What on earth did Mr. Todoroki's money ever do to you?"

"It's not his money, it's him in general. He hasn't been spending time with me as of late. I'm getting bored." You pout, nodding at a store clerk before point at different gadgets, one of each kind.

"All those, if you have them in pink, but if not, I'll get them in black. The biggest memory you have, please. Along with accesories. Pink." You order before leaving the store once more, entering another booth selling watches in insane prices.

"Madam, Mr. Todoroki is a pro hero-"

"And I'm not?" You glare at the employee. "I work as much hours as he does. I'm just as demanded, I'm just as busy, and I'm just as tired as he is. And yet, I can always make time for him back at home."

You know you're being a bit too unreasonable. But you've grown bored and lonely. And you'd rather die than take another lover. So Shoto's bank account it is.

"He'd have a heart attack if he saw all the withdrawals." The assistant worries as you ponder over two watches displayed in front of you.

"If my husband suffers from cardiac problems due to my spending, then he shouldn't have taken being a pro hero as a job." You point at the silver and blue Patek Philippe. "This one please." You tell the sales woman who smiles at you as she nods softly.

You check your own watch to see you've been at it for hours now. Almost time for dinner.

Maybe I should pay my busy husband a visit.

You roll your eyes.

You stretch your arms up above you, letting out a yawn as your muscles finally relax.

Your last stop is a five star restaurant right beside the mall.

Shoto scribbles on a few papers, hating how he's been leaving his wife alone for multiple nights. Knowing her, she'll have his ass if this goes on for too long.

He sighs, stretching his up above him, feeling his back crack. His head pulses and the need to see his wife waves over him in strong currents.

Right as he's about to resume his paper work, his phone buzzes in a call, his financial advisor's name flashing the screen.

Shoto answers the call with one hand, the other elegantly scribbling on the paper. "What is it?"

"Sir, I think your card's been stolen. There have been numerous deductions, all huge amounts." Shoto furrows his brows, taking his wallet out from his pocket. Sure enough, his black Master is missing.

A tickling feeling grows in his gut. "From which shops?"

He hears a few clicks from the other line, "These are all luxury brands. Miu Miu? Coach? LV, Prada, Bottega Veneta, Chanel, Dior, Philippe Patek- The thief may be a woman, sir."

"You're right. A woman. My woman." Shoto sighs, chuckling softly. "How much did my wife spend?"

"A little over two hundred million yen." Shoto can hear the wince in his advisor's tone, making him grin.

Sure, his wife's a kickass pro hero, and she makes just as much money as he does. But nothing compares to her spending ability with the cute little side talent of not touching her own bank account.

Just as he's about to give out an order, said wife enters his office without knocking, a familiar paper bag in her hands.

"Brought you dinner from that favorite restaurant of yours." She lifts the bag, striding over to him.

"She seems to have been having a little tantrum because I haven't been giving her the attention she deserves." He smirks at her, "Run it through."

"You talk shit about me to your employees?" The love of his life pouts as he chuckles deeply, standing from his seat. He places his hands on his wife's hips, softly pulling her towards him, giving her lips a gentle peck.

"Never. I was just explaining to them why I lost millions of yen in a day." His joke earns him a playful glare from his wife.

KEIGO TAKAMI

You complained to Keigo once. Once. That you were tired.

It was six am that morning when you woke up like you hadn't slept at all. You didn't have muscle sores or a headache nor were you sick. You were simply tired.

By nine am, the pro hero had written you a sick leave, carried you onto his private jet, and the both of you were now flying over beautiful blue waters.

"Keigo-" He cuts you off by shushing you, lifting a finger up in the air. He pulls you towards the private room located at the back of the jet where a massage table has been set up, along with ambient spa music and a masseus in the corner with her hands clasped together and her head bowed down. The room smelled of peppermint and lavender.

"We'll land in twelve hours. You can request anything else after the massage." You don't get a chance to respond because he leaves the room, closing the door gently.

You and the masseus look at each other before she lets out an amused chuckle. "He seems to spoil you so."

You sigh, "He overdoes it, but I know he means well."

Eleven hours later, you've gotten a mani pedi, a simple and refreshing facial, your muscles are relaxed, you've eaten two square meals, and had the longest nap of your life.

Now you're seated in front of your husband, sipping your champagne in your soft, fluffy robe as he reads his magazine.

"Keigo, will you finally tell me where you're taking me?" You sigh, watching him look at you through his golden eye lashes. He smirks, setting his magazine down as he pulls the window cover up.

You squint at the sudden brightness but your eyes quickly adjust. You blink a few times, moving towards the window, taking a peek.

"You took me to Greece?!" You exclaim, seeing the familiar white walls and blue roofs.

"My baby said she was tired." He mused, "And we can't have that."

You open your mouth in protest, but a sound cuts before you. "Mr. and Mrs. Takami, we'll be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts, thank you."

You glare at your husband one last time before buckling up, letting out an annoyed huff as you keep your eyes on the window.

"Jesus..." You breath out, craning your head up to look at the domed ceiling. Your gaze drags down, moving from side to side as you inspect the large arched windows and marbled floors.

Keigo weaps his arms from behind you, breathing in your scent. "You know you didn't have to fly me anywhere. That spa day was exactly what I needed. I could've gotten it back in Japan."

"Yeah," Keigo squints, softly pushing you towards the glass double doors leading to the balcony. "But you wouldn't have been able to enjoy this view afterwards."

The scene of the vast blue ocean with the sun slowly dipping down is breath taking. Accompanied by the soft glow of yellowish lights, the chirping of a few birds here and there, and the smell of the ocean has you claiming this place to be paradise.

"I love it..." I mumbled, captivated by the beauty of the sunset.

"More than me?"

You turn your head to the side, pressing your lips softly on your husband's cheek. "No, never more than you, my love."

Keigo smiles, pressing a soft peck on your lips before slowly letting his arms fall, his hand delicately holding your hand.

"Come with me." He tugs you back inside, leading you up the grand marble staircase and inside what looks like the master bedroom.

"Close your eyes." He whispers in your ear and you immediately follow his order. Slowly leading you somewhere, you hear a soft click of a door. "Open."

You blink once, twice, before your jaw drops to the floor. You're right outside a huge walk in closet, and inside is one of the biggest boquet of elden roses formed into a heart. Surrounding it are paper bags with different kinds of designer brands printed on them. Behind the boquet is a round marble table with different boxes of leather, some kept closed and some open, revealing shiny watches and jewelry, ranging from silver, gold, and white gold.

"Keigo..." You breathe out, taking a careful step inside before turning around to face your husband. Your eyes feel like they're about to bulge out of their sockets and your haw about to fall off.

"Not now." You shakes his head, quickly stopping you as if he knows what you're about to do. "Pick an outfit and we'll leave in an hour." He presses a light kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone with your gifts.

Feeling as though you've been spoiled rotten, you take your time going through your numerous gifts, deciding to wear every dress you come across, but quickly change your mind when you find another one.

Your husband may be a pro hero, but his true talent is picking out beautiful dresses for you.

You decide on a wine red silk dress, revealing your back, pairing it with strappy silver heels, a diamond encrusted choker, and diamond earings that hang right below your chin. You make up is a simple smokey eye with a bold dark red lip. Your hair curled and pinned up into a bun, the front swept to the side.

You step out of the room and onto the top of the staircase, looking down to see Keigo already in a suit and waiting. He looks up, eyes sparkling when they settle on you. Your heart bursts of affection- he always does this. Whether you dress to the highs or like a beggar, he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you slowly climb down the steps, your husband meeting you at the bottom. He drinks you up slowly, his chest rising before shakily lowering back.

"Beautiful..." He whispers, soft fingers caressing your cheek.

"Thank you." You kiss his open palm, leaving a lipstick stain. "What are we having for dinner?"

Keigo's eyes are stuck on you lipstick stain and you watch his throat swallow. "May I have you instead?" He asks, his eyes filled with heat, making you chuckle.

"No, you may not, because I'm hungry for some real food." You cup his cheek for a moment before stepping to the side, making your way to the waiting car in the driveway.

He takes you to a restaurant that serves an array of european dishes. Not long after, you have a food baby and are tipsy on what you claim to be the best wine you've ever drank.

By the time you finish, you decide to take a little walk around the small town. His suit jacket hangs on your shoulders with your clasped together.

You try to hold it in, but the searing pain from your feet makes you hiss and wobble. Keigo immediately catches you, "What's wrong?"

You sigh, looking up at him with a pout. "My feet hurt. Heels are too high."

Keigo smirks before getting down on one knee.

"We're already married." Your reminder earns you a hearty laugh from him.

"I'm trying to undo your shoes, dummy."

"Oh."

He swiftly undoes the clasps of your heels, taking the pair. Before you take another step forward, he scoops you in his arms, your immediately wrapping themselves around his neck.

"Keigo?"

"Hold on tight, love." He whispers.

You get a second to process what he means by that before his wings stretch out, pushing the both of you off the ground.

"Keigo!" You scream, tightly clutching onto him as he laughs loudly.

"Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" He yells through the air.

"I'm full and I'm drunk! You're gonna make me throw up!" You yell.

He simply laughs, his arms holding you possessively onto his chest. "Not yet, my love."

You look up at him questioningly before finding the courage to look down, enraptured by the beauty of the city below you. Before you know it, you catch a glimpse of the shoreline before dark blue waters meet your gaze.

"If you drown me, you'll be the worst husband ever." You frown, receiving a snicker from Keigo.

"Don't worry, love. We're almost there." At his words, you look infront of you, noting how the angry waters eventually grow calm until finally, they're as still as mirrors. Scratch that, they're exactly like mirrors.

The stars twinkle and shine brightly above you, as well as below you. It's as if you're in outer space. The sight around you is exquisit, bewitching, alluring, captivating—it's divine. You see millions upon million of stars all around you. Tears fill the corners of your eyes at the tantalizing scene.

Keigo looks at you and you feel him slowly lower you, right above the water. "Lower your feet for me." His request has you immediately dropping your feet.

He hovers the both of you just above the water, only your tippy toes grazes the top of the water, creating a circular ripple effect, making the stars in its reflection dance.

"Beautiful..." You gasp, charmed by the sight.

"Not as much as you." Keigo mutters, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Love?" You call out.

He hums in response, the silence relaxing.

"How much did you spend just today?"

You feel your husband freeze at your question. It's incredible how Keigo's spending problem only occurs when you're involved.

"You want me to sugarcoat it or-"

"Give it to me straight."

"A little over a hundred yen..."

You look up at him, unamused. "Keep lying."

"A hundred... Thousand?" He offers, averting his gaze.

"You take me for an idiot?"

Keigo sighs, burying his nose on the top of your head. "Million."

You huff out an irritated breath before melting back onto your husband. He's lavish when it comes to you, but it's one of the few ways he likes to show you off.

ENJI TODOROKI

Your heart pitter-patters on your chest as you squeeze your gold clutch tightly. You're nervous- and it's justifiable. You've had the fattest crush on your boss ever since you were hired as his secretary, and when he was invited to an auction with the choice to invite a plus one, he chose you. Warranted, you are his secretary, so he may need some assistance.

Stop being delusional. This is your job. Be professional.

But your flaming cheeks aren't listening to your brain. Your dress feels too tight, and your skin feels like it's been lit on fire but the cold breeze of the night cools it down.

I'm gonna end up sick.

Just as you're calming yourself down, you see a black sedan stop right in front of your lawn. You quickly make your way towards the car, opening the door only to be greeted by a strong scent of expensive perfume with a hint of musk. Your eyes immediately fall onto the one man you can't have.

He's tapping away at his phone and you can't stop the wave of disappointment engulfing you. You wanted to see his reaction to the dress you picked out.

Stop it, he has a family for Christ's sake!

You silently hop on. As soon as you close your door, the car speeds off.

"This auction is also a masquerade." He mentions, pushing a black eye mask towards you. Despite being black, it sparkles under low light.

Black glitters.

Did he find out the kind of dress you were gonna wear? The masks suits it perfectly.

As you inspect the mask, you steal a glance at him to see he's still on his phone. Rejection clenches at the stupid muscle in your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore it. You put on your mask, softly tying the black ribbon at the back of your head to keep it on.

A few minutes of silent torture passes by until bright lights finally engulf the car. "We're here, sir." The driver announces.

Endeavor taps away at his phone for a few more moments before pocketing it, letting out a tired sigh. Both passenger doors are opened and a young man in a simple black and white suit offers you his hand. As soon as you're about to take it, a bigger, much rougher hand pushes it away.

"I'll help my date down myself. Thanks." Endeavor's voice is rough and deep, but that isn't what makes you gawk at him.

"Date?" You repeat his word, making him look at you. The blue eyes under his red mask brighten when his gaze finally drops on you.

He looks at you from your mask down to your toes, and back up. He does so slowly, that even after you've placed your hand on his, he doesn't budge. Doesn't make a peep. The only thing moving is his eyes drinking you in slowly. And the movement of his throat as he swallows.

Welcome to another episode of: I'm not delusional! I swear my boss thinks I'm hot aswell!

Finally, Endeavor clears his throat. He steps to the side, allowing you to hop off the car. The cameras' flashes increase when the paparazzi notice that Pro Hero Endeavor has brought a date.

"Endeavor! Who's your date??"

"Is she someone special?"

"Is your date being paid?"

The both of you walk through the red carpet as questions are being yelled at.

"Your family back home will see you've brought a date! How do you think they'll feel?"

Your head snaps at the direction of the voice, your eyes scanning the crowd for a moment before they finally settle on a bald guy. You slip your hand from Endeavor's, striding towards the nosy fuck before quickly grabbing the lense of his camera. Your crush it in one easy squeeze, silence falling among everybody else.

"You're here to take pictures. You already know you aren't getting answers from us, so why set yourselves up for failure?" You glare across the crowd of people, making sure your words aren't directed towards baldy alone. "Snap your pictures, send them to your employers, and shut the fuck up."

Your eyes return to baldy once more, noting the sheer sweat forming all over his head. "Send the bill over to Endeavor's secretary, she'll take care of it." You tell him before flicking the bits of camera you have on your hand.

Returning to Endeavor, you hook your arm on his, and continue walking, waving and smiling for the cameras as if you aren't anxious about what you just did.

Did I do good?

Is he upset I did that?

He hasn't said anything.

Fuck, I won't have a job tomorrow. Great job, self! You've just lost an incredibly high-paying job that allows you to be close with the love of your life.

The big double doors open, revealing a dimly lit opera house. A lot of people are already inside, all of them in full glamour.

"You didn't have to do that." Endeavor finally speaks up, making you swallow nervously.

"Yeah well, I didn't like how he asked that question. As if you're doing something wrong..." Your voice is soft and unsure as you keep your gaze on the carpeted floor. You've settled on allowing your boss to lead you towards your seats.

"Don't you think what I'm doing is wrong?"

His wuestion has you snapping your neck at him, your eyes wide with worry. Does he think that?

"You're divorced, aren't you? And- and they don't know who I am. I don't think this is bad publicity at all." You defend, watching as he side eyes you.

"Anything with me is bad publicity." He mumbles, warm irritation bubbling in your chest as you clench your fist closed.

"Stop that." You demand, finally arriving at your seats.

"Stop what?" His questions goes unanswered for a few moments as you take in the private booth at the top floor. It's only the two of you here, with a button in the middle. Probably for when the client wants to bid.

"Stop putting yourself down. Yes, you've made mistakes. Big ones. Huge ones. But it isn't late for you to change and make up for it all." You look up at him with wide, genuine eyes. "You already admitted your mistakes. All that's left now is to try your damnest to make up for it, to make it up to all the people you've wronged. But you gotta do it with a genuine heart and pure intentions."

Endeavor looks at you with wide eyes, his blue orbs like the color of the sea during the peak of summer. You hold his gaze for a second,

two seconds

three-

The lights dim, grabbing you attention to the stage below.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

The first few items were boring, so you don't blame Endeavor for not making a bid. A few paintings and tables presented here and there, maybe a couple properties. You feel your eyelids growing heavy until a necklace is presented under the spotlight.

The blue saphire stones completely surround the neckline, and a big red ruby stands out dead center. It looks heavy and too extravagant to wear anywhere you'd go. But it reminds you of your big, quiet boss.

"It's beautiful." You gasp, unable to look away from the piece.

"Up next, we have an exquisite piece that will undoubtedly ignite a bidding war: a mesmerizing blue sapphire rose, intricately crafted with petals that glisten like the ocean depths. At the heart of this stunning bloom rests a fiery red ruby pendant, its vibrant hue creating a captivating contrast. This one-of-a-kind piece combines the tranquility of sapphire with the passionate allure of ruby, set in the finest platinum. A true masterpiece of luxury and elegance, perfect for any discerning collector." The host's voice echoes throught the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who will start the bidding for this unparalleled gem at eight million yen?" Immediately, you hear buttons being pressed, with the host yelling out numerous numbers.

"Eight million yen to bidder number twenty-seven!"

"Ten million yen to bidder number forty!"

"Eleven million yen to bidder number thirty-five!"

The price goes higher and higher, making you dizzy. You snap out of your lightheaded state when you see your boss press his button.

"Fifty million yen." He mutters to the microphone, making your heart drop.

Who's he giving that to?

Is there a woman in his life I don't know about?

Maybe it's an apology gift to his wife.

No, he wouldn't be that cheap about it.

"Fifty million yen to bidder number fourteen! Does anybody wish to go higher?" The room is dead silent. "Fifty million going once," Still, nobody makes a peep. "Fifty million going twice." Nada. "Sold! To bidder number fourteen at fifty million yen!"

"I can't believe you just did that." You breathe out, in the brink of a panic at the thought of losing fifty mil in a night.

Endeavor keeps his eyes up front, making you mirror his actions. You feel squirmish in your seat.

The next few items are as boring as the first ones, until your eyes catch a red fur coat on a mannequin. It's as red as Endeavor's hair, and it looks softer than the softest fur in the world.

"Prepare yourselves, esteemed bidders, for a truly unparalleled offering: a one-of-a-kind crimson fur coat. This extraordinary garment exudes opulence and sophistication, crafted from the finest fur of the Crimson Frost Lynx, a legendary creature said to roam the forests of the North." Your brows furrow at the statement.

Aren't those Lynxes extinct?

"Its rich, deep crimson hue is unlike anything you’ve seen, making a bold and timeless statement. Lined with luxurious silk, this coat is not just a piece of clothing but a work of art. Perfect for the most discerning fashion aficionado, it promises to turn heads and capture hearts. Let's open the bidding for this exclusive masterpiece at twelve million yen. Who will claim this ultimate symbol of luxury?" As the announcer ends, only a few buttons are pressed this time.

"Twelve million yen to bidder number thirty-eight! Does anybody wish to go higher?"

"Fifteen million yen to bidder number twenty!"

Once again, Endeavor presses his button, mumbling "Twenty million."

"Twenty million yen to bidder number fourteen!" As the house quiets, the announcer scans the crowd. "Twenty million yen going once' Twenty million yen going twice!"

A soft buzz sounds, your head snapping to its direction. It came from the booth right beside you.

"Twenty five million yen to bidder number fifteen!"

Endeavor presses his button once more, mumbling a headache-inducing "Thirty million."

"Thirty million yen to bidder number fourteen! Thirty million going once! Thirty million going twice! Sold! To bidder number fourteen!" The confusion is written across your face as you turn to your boss.

"A necklace, and now a furcoat? Sir if you wanna crossdress-"

He holds a finger up, effectively silencing you. You bite on your lower lip, huffing when you hear a knock to your right. The both of you turn to the sound.

"Who are those gifts for, Endeavor? Got a new lady friend?"

Hawks.

"Mind your own business." Endeavor grits out before returning his gaze to the stage.

You can't help but feel anxious about the other Hero's question.

Who are the gifts for?

Whenever her eyes twinkle, I can't help but press the button. It's like a magnet and my finger's made of metal. My eyes have been shifting to her everytime a new item is shown, and everytime I get a reaction of awe, my button is immediately pressed.

My secretary should be off-limits. If I were to ever make a move on her, it'd be as obvious as the sun and the backlash would be unforgiving. But my want for her seems to outweigh reason.

Fuck tha backlash. This woman is meant for me.

I can see it in the way she sees me.

When the auction ends, I offer my hand to her once again and we make our way to different offices meant for different bidders. Privacy is their utmost importance here, so I don't have to worry about other people looking at my woman.

"Good evening, Mr. Todoroki. This is your billing for tonight." The man hands a sheet of paper to Endeavor and you take a peek at it.

Two necklaces, a bracelet, a ring, a set of earrings, two more fur coats, a vase, and three porcelein statues of cats.

"Five-" Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets. "Five hundred million yen?! Sir, please excuse me, but you do not shit out money." You chastise, your brows knitting in worry.

"Stop yelling, I'm right beside you." Your boss huffs, pulling out a check. He scribbles the amount on it before his signature, sliding it towards the man behind the counter.

"Let's go, I'm tired." Endeavor turns around, walking towards the door. You run after him, struggling in your heels but eventually reach him.

"Oh! Mr. Todoroki! Shall we deliver the goods to your office or your home?" The man calls out.

Your boss stops in his tracks, craning his head to you.

"My assistant will write down her address for you. Deliver it there."

Your jaw falls, it's like your brain has disconnected from your body. "What? No! Just get it delivered to whoever you were gifting them to!"

Endeavor raises a brow, tilting his head to the side. "That's exactly what I'm doing." He says it as if you were an idiot.

"You- I'm sorry?"

"Apology accepted. Make sure you wear that necklace tomorrow night." He pushes the door open, walking down the marbled floors of the foyer.

"What's happening tomorrow night?" You ask, out of breath as you continue to struggle in your heels.

"We're going on a date."

And your heart does a backflip, lifting a middle finger up to the world. Fuck you all! I told you I wasn't delusional!

[click here to read endeavor having his way with you in the private booth]

[angelltheninth]

Blinder Than the Blind

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, injury, working together, teammates, first kiss, Bucky is bad at feelings

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: Every time I see him I love him just a little bit more. It's not just me is it? I know it's not.

You went on many missions before you went on one with Bucky, The Winter Soldier and kind of your mentor. It was a little annoying because the man was only a few years older then you, well not counting the experiments, and he treated you like a rookie. Going through field training with him was one thing, you could mouth off to him there, but in the helicopter, on the field you recognized stealth and your mission as the priority.

Bucky would never say he was picking on you but he did seem to keep a closer eye on you the most. During daytime it was annoying as hell, but during nighttime you found other uses for his heated gaze.

Another thing you would never admit to him, your massive crush on him.

What started as more of a hero crush, with him being someone you looked up to a lot, devolved into annoyance really fast and came back full force as what often manifested as lust. Thank god he always called you for missions cause you would not handle him hearing the way you moaned his name.

“Bucky, I’m fine. I mean, sir, I’m fine.” You giggled at him as he set you down on the medical bed, your head spinning from the blood loss. “Hey, does it do anything for you? When you get called sir?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you and resumed reading the report of your admision, not that he had to but he wasn’t going to entertain this flirting from an injured and clearly delirious teammate. “No. But it seems like you don’t know the meaning of the word either. Why rush head first like that? You know where the drop zone was, you jumped before we reached it.” Bucky’s face hardened as he leaned forward in his chair and made a gun motion with his metal hand, “If I hadn’t jumped right after you it could have ended badly.”

That, it was that attitude that irked you. That better then anyone else, superiority complex of his. “So its rules for thee but not for me? Cause I’ve seen you jump off before, I’ve seen you storm a building by yourself, how is that not reckless?” Every time he acted that way your heart would stop for a moment before you remembered-

“I’ve done this since before you were born. It wasn’t pretty, or safe, but I learned how to be good at it. You don’t have the luxury of that. I’m sorry, but you’re off duty for the rest of the week.” Even the pain medication you were on couldn’t help how pissed off you felt at him at this moment. If you weren’t scared it would break your hand you would have punched him on his shoulder. “You’re angry.”

“Oh? What gave you that idea?” You rolled your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to gather your thoughts and feelings, “At least I finally got your attention.”

“What?” Bucky’s responce was lightning fast and shocked, his eyes wide, the papers falling to the med bed.

“Did I just say that out loud?” All the color drained from your face at the realization. Forget the mission, forget the heroics, you just wanted to get snapped out of existence. Or to another universe, anything as long as you didn’t have to stay here in this moment.

Bucky did pay attention to you, but it always when you least wanted him to. “You did this for my attention? Do you think I don’t care about you? Are you blind as well as incapable of following orders?” His voice was rising but not with anger, with fear and worry from your words. It all looked the same to you because, you’d never seen Bucky worried about you.

When you didn’t answer him he leaned back and sighed into his hand, other reaching for your hand. Despite it being colder then your own skin you didn’t move from the contact, although it was far from the reaction you expected. The silence stretched for several minutes, neither of you daring to break it.

“I don’t need your pity, sir. And I don’t need you to treat me like I can’t handle myself on missions.”

“You really are blind, no that would be an insult to a lawyer I know. Real asshole but he can clearly see the things in front of him, he can read people like no other. You?” He chuckled, not quite mocking but you didn’t know how else to read it, “You wouldn’t get it if I spelled it out for you.”

“I also don’t appreciate you thinking I’m stupid, sir.” You grit the last word though your teeth, “Why don’t you try me?” You grabed his hand, pulling him towards you, a taunt you thought he wouldn’t answer.

But he did.

He answered loud and clear, with his lips on your, with his hands on your cheeks, cradling your face like you’d break under him.

He was right. You didn’t understand. “You... kissed me just now?” Your whole world was turned on its head, this whole time you were under the impression that Bucky hated your guts. To be fair, he might, you heard of people hooking up while not actually liking each other, to get the frustrations out. This didn’t feel like that, there was no anger behind that kiss, no frustration, in fact that was the most gentle you’ve witnessed Bucky be.

“I did. Tell me what your conclusion is, when they let you out of here.” His touch lingered for as long as possible, your cheeks burning when his hands fell away. Well shit.

You were absolutely unable to focus on anything the doctor was saying other then when she said you were free to go. In that case you were fine. Right? Wrong. That kiss made your head spin more then the injury itself. Almost enough to make you forget about it all together. Okay, you can figure this out. Bucky liked you. Your heart told you that, your head refused to accept it.

As you walked out of the medical bay you saw him waiting beside the entrance, a worried look on his face. His eyes lifted up to see you, looking well. He was barely able to hide his relived sigh. Well earlier you had the energy to argue with him so you must not have been that bad, still he showed you just how much, and in what way, he cared for you.

“Ready to go?” He didn’t seem to want to address the kiss from earlier, instead he offered you his gloved hand as he stood up, waiting.

Your felt a tightness inside your chest. You could walk past him, you could never speak of the kiss again, you could yell at him for it, you could go back home and yell at yourself for not seeing he cared about you all this time. Or you could simply take his hand. The last one was the choice you want with, and without saying a word, with a gentle smile from Bucky as you took your place by his side you started your walk back to your place.

[ilovecatilinclark]

Chance

Paige Bueckers x Reader

You have sworn off dating after a horrible break up with your ex. He would always cheat on you and only use you for money, he would also do the bare minimum. After a messy break up you swore to never date again for the rest of your college life. Until you meet a girl who tries to change your perspective of dating.

"Please babe I love you, after everything you can't just break up with me and kick me out, you know I have no where to stay" you now ex boyfriend plead on his legs. You were done with him after finding out he used you for your money. You were also annoyed on how he never even tried. He would always spend your money carelessly and tell you how he loved you and adored you when you bought him stuff. But when it came to physical affection he would always come up with the excuse of "sorry I'm tired".

The straw that broke the camels back was when he cheated you for the 4th time. You were done with it especially his constant excuse for cheating which was. "I was just drunk", you felt no more sympathy for him in the moment and dumped him and kicked him out.

Thinking of that memory still brings you bad vibes, remembering how you gave him your all but he never tried for you. Swearing to never dating. As you finished zoning out you decided to grab the rest of your coffee and head back to your apartment. Till you bumped into this girl and group while walking. As you were about to say sorry you looked up and saw the person.

It was your schools basketball star, Paige Bueckers. You knew of her, you also were both in the same year but you just have never seen her. As you soon realized you bumped into her you spluttered out the word "Omg I'm so sorry I didn't mean to" as she looked down she felt like she had butterflies. Bumping into a pretty girl such like you made her blush hard. "Oh, Its alright" she responded trying to sound like it didn't bother her.

As you guys made eye contact for longer then you expected, you heard a scream from a girl far away. It was one of the other women's basketball player. As you were trying to think of who it was. You heard Paige wave back "Oh hey kk" she said. She soon turned away and walked to her as you were still puzzled on what happened. You decided to continue walking back to your apartment.

Soon throughout the next week you constantly saw her more often, it felt weird as this was your normal route and you never seen her take this route. But what you didn't know was since the encounter Paige developed the biggest crush on you. Opting to take the route she took on the day you met everyday.

While during one day you were walking through your campus not watching where you were walking as you tripped. As you were trying to get up you saw some girl rush up too you helping you. Hey are you okay let me take you to the medical office. As your head felt like it was spinning you could hardly recognize the voice. Till after she started chatting to you as you continuously nodded to her words you realized it was the girl you bumped into.

As you were in the medical office you got to know Paige much more soon becoming close friends. She soon got your number and you guys started hanging out much more. Almost hanging out daily, as you were in her dorm hanging out with her. KK was live soon dragging you into the live and introducing you.

As you saw many questions flood KK read one of the comments "Are you single" she asked you. Which peaked Paiges interest as she looked at you hardly, as you gave a reply "yeah I'm single, but I don't plan on dating anyone in college anymore" as Paige felt disappointed she tried to keep a upbeat attitude.

As the live ended Paige went up and asked you why you weren't planning to date anyone anymore as you replied "I'm just scared of another heartbreak after my messy break up with this guy who used me, treated me like shit and cheated on me multiple times" as badly she wanted to say you should not let that stop you she felt like it would be insensitive after all many things had happened to you.

Even with the way you swore off she told her to self to not give up you and still trying. Even if it would take some time, as you soon hung out with her more she slowly made more small hints. Like always walking you too your classes even it means being late to her class or practice. Buying you cute trinkets and snacks often and always holding your hand. You felt like your feelings were starting to grow but still not ready to give in to her just yet.

One day you soon ran into her after her practice and she asked you if you wanted to go with her too Ted's. As you agreed as you had no classes tomorrow you took up her offer and went to go change then met back up with her. As you both walked in you both ordered a drink while putting it on her tab. As you grabbed your mojito, you guys went to the dance floor dancing and drinking all night. As she drank non alcoholic drinks knowing she would be the one driving you home.

After many drinks and dancing it was about 2, as she saw how intoxicated you were getting she dragged you out of the bar. You were clearly drunk and stumbling with your heels. As she seated you into the car. Before you could think of anything you grabbed her face and kissed her. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help but lean into the kiss. As you guys were making out in the car she started remembering that she had to bring you home. As clearly the state you are in she couldn't just leave you alone she decided to bring you to her dorm.

Soon waking up the morning next to her you remember what had happen that night. Feeling guilty you shook her up, as she woke up she gave you a sleepy "good morning ma whats wrong" as you quickly started apologizing for you drunk actions. She grabbed your chin and kissed you silencing you. Maybe you should give dating another shot as you kissed her back.

[gotholdladywithadhd]

Unpopular opinion, probably.

So I've read many metas, and thought a lot about it and have come to my own personal conclusion about the final 15.

I'm taking it at face value.

Because it was the most human Crowley and Aziraphale have probably ever been and I think that is at least part of the point. Love makes people stupid and they are navigating a very human thing in very unhuman circumstances, and it's hard enough to do as a human in human circumstances!

I think Aziraphale believed the Metatron about Crowley bc he was expecting the worst when TM mentioned Crowley but instead got the one thing he wanted most (him and Crowley together and safe, not Crowley being an angel. ) Crowley was absolutely the carrot here. (and no I do not think Crowley would have been safe or happy, but that's besides the point.) I can't tell you how many times I've believed patently ridiculous things because I wanted to believe them so badly even though if I was looking at the same situation objectively from an outside POV I would see how ridiculous it was, so I totally get it. This isn't to say I think Azi had a real choice to go to Heaven or not and I think he did understand that as well, but I get the temptation the Metatron threw out to him, I really do.

As for Aziraphale literally saying all the wrong things to try and get Crowley to come with him? Um yeah been there done that too, the nerves take over, the brain shuts off, the mouth goes into autopilot pulling stuff out its ass, and "WITAF did I just say?" happens.

Crowley not taking any of it well and only hearing what he expected to hear (I'm not good enough for you bc I'm a demon and you only really want me if I can be an angel) *and* also being more able to see through heavens bullshit bc he has lived it, and can see it from the outside, *and* all whilst being the most honest and vulnerable he has ever been with Aziraphale in 6,000 plus years (or in fact possibly to anyone, ever. the closest before this admitting he was lonely to Azi during the Job minisode,) *then* hearing what he took to be the same Heaven will save us line from Azi was enough to trigger a massive bout of RSD and a broken heart. Everything was supposed to "vavoom and sorted! " and instead the stupid awning broke and everything went wrong. I think I've said it before that at this point Crowley can't hear anything over the sound of his heart breaking into a million pieces.

That's a whole lot to pack into the brief moments before Azi has to leave with the Metatron (who let's be honest was rushing him before he could change his mind) esp when neither of them are used to discussing their relationship openly. They didn't have time to think, to ask questions, to share information, (like hey guess what really happened to Gabriel?) Crowley tried to communicate as much as he could about his feelings with the kiss but Azi didn't have the time to properly process all that and said the wrong thing again and Crowley was rejected (he thought) again and it all just went so very wrong. You can't fix a 6,000 year relationship in 15 minutes, you just can't no matter what the story books say.

It's about two people wanting the same thing but not being able to get it (yet) because of circumstances and personalities. All of S2 was about them seeming to be closer than ever (and in many ways they were) but really they were opposed at almost every turn. (in RL not the minisodes, those actually showed them working together and coming out okay mostly, if you don't count wee Morag or Crowley getting dragged to hell) The way they both handled the Gabriel situation, how they both worked to solve the mystery, even how they tried to make Nina and Maggie fall in love were all either done alone, or in opposite ways. I've said it before and I'll say it again, as it was pointed out right in ep1, their exactlies aren't the same and until they are, they aren't going to be able to be together. The one time they did work together in the season, they produced a 25 lazuri miracle. That is the point of the final 15, and the whole season 2 in my opinion.

They'll get there in the end though!

[comet-forgot-you]

can u do sum like if r is an overachiever studying late night in her dorm and amber is just laying on r bed, needy asf? totally all good if u dont feel like doing itt

if i ever say i don’t want to write needy!amber, just know that thats either not me or i have been taken hostage.

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

needy!amber who had texted you multiple times, begging for your attention only to receive no response. so she takes it upon herself to go to your dorm and demand your attention, only to get there and not receive an answer when she knocks. she groans, trying her luck at opening your door, and for the first time tonight, it goes her way and your door opens.

she makes her way into your dorm, finding you sitting at your desk with headphones on, your phone charging next to your bed as you worked out one of your professor’s long problems. she wraps her arms around your shoulders and you jump slightly, leaving a a line through your work. you recognize amber’s familiar perfume, smiling softly despite your internal groans.

she tugs your headphones off, greeting you with a peck on your cheek. “hey, baby,” you greet, palming her arm.

“hi,” she looks over your shoulder at the strewn out math problems scribbled in your notebook. “studying?” you nod the best you can in her hold.

“i didn’t know you were coming,” you mumble, glancing around your desk for your phone. amber smiles, pulling away from you to retrieve your phone.

“i texted you but it seems like you were too busy to answer.” she places the phone face down on your desk and you turn in your chair to face her. “you need to start locking your door, what if i was a killer?”

“i’m sorry, i was just so caught up in this and i need to get it done tonight, i’m sorry baby.”

“it’s fine,” she huffs, sitting on the edge of your bed. you turn your attention back to your work and amber huffs again. you try to ignore it, rewriting your messed up problem back out.

a few minutes pass and you can hear amber shuffling on your bed, growing restless as her need grew more. she lets out a dramatic groan, head falling back to meet your pillow. you turn to face her. “whats up with you?”

“nothing,” she huffs out, a very obvious lie. you roll your eyes.

“amber, use your words.”

“i need you.”

you flush, heat coursing through your body. “ambs,” you want her just as badly, but your determination to finish studying was nagging at you. “just let me finish this and i promise i’ll take such good care of you.” she lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. she motions for you to turn around and you send her an apologetic smile.

you return your focus to your work, and everything is fine for a moment. it’s not until more shuffling comes from your bed, and a piece of clothing hits your back that your attention drifts slightly from your work. you shake your head, you need to get this done.

you swallow thickly, going back to finishing the problem in front of you. your music was quiet from your headphone’s place around your neck. you’re far too focused on your work to notice what’s happening just behind you.

amber sinks her fingers into her cunt, a breathy moan falling from her lips. you hear it, of course you do. you turn to face her again and she’s quick to redirect your attention to your work. “finish your work, baby. i’ll take care of myself since you don’t want to.”

you whine, your fingers gripping your pen tightly. fuck. you reluctantly turn your attention back to your work, shaky hands writing the solution down slowly. amber’s moans pick up as her pace does. you can hear the sound of her soaked cunt and it drives you crazy. you need her, you need her now.

you rush through the problem, not caring if its right or wrong. the moment you finish, your dropping your pen, removing the headphones from around your neck, and joining amber in your bed. you grab her wrist, stopping her from fucking herself any further.

“really, amber? you couldn’t wait for me to finish one problem before you start fucking yourself? such a filthy slut.” she whimpers as you pull her fingers from her cunt, placing them on your tongue. you lap up her juices, your own fingers sinking into her cunt. she whines as your curl them inside of her, hips bucking to meet you.

“you should’ve waited, ambs.”

[breaking-it-down]

hey there, i got word of this by a few people. i have no idea who to tell or how to get this out. but i do know that something has to be said. this is about a few well known outsiders accounts / fans. keep in mind, most of them are minors / early adulthood, but age doesn’t excuse shitty behavior, especially when the safety of others is in jeopardy. this is when a callout is needed!

myegolovesyou / kayla apparently had dinner with melody and recorded their whole conversation without mel’s consent. this person is an avid brody hater, which yk to each their own. its not my place to decide who people support or whatever; however, it’s madddd weird that they are actively crossing multiple boundaries with their platform like starting rumors, spreading hate, and acting as if they need to be on a pedestal. they need to be held accountable and deplatformed. im hoping someone sees this and informs melody too, so she can be cautioned as well and hopefully take her own safety precautions. this person has commissioned bootlegs with groups of fans and leaked all of them to somebody that posted every single one on youtube. they have now since been taken down, but the damage was done and it traces back to myegolovesyou.

same with mckenna, who openly admits to following cast members on their trains, out to their cars, and around grocery stores. i know for a fact she stalks emma and trevor. she started the rumors of brody being on probation? or something? saying she has friends in the cast who told her it. but, verified sources have said otherwise. and said verified source within the cast said they had no idea who she is or what she is talking about. she has also leaked bootlegs that are not hers, nor did she pay for, to the cast without the owner or commissioners knowledge, allegedly. hence why melody follows her. apparently owes money to people that rush with her too, which is estimated $100 or more.

there is a whole group chat of them that act like this. i cannot confirm who the others are, but i do know it’s a lot of the popular fan accounts. these are the same people that were ableist to a disabled fan, use slurs, use racist rhetoric in regards to some cast members, make brody r*pe jokes, spread misinformation about things, make up rumors about cast / fans, abuse and cut the rush line, make the cast insanely uncomfortable, and are just overall mean girls. there is screenshot proof of these claims that can be provided privately.

hopefully this is reaching the right people to spread awareness, especially to the community that this hurts, the actors involved, and others who interact with these people. no one is better than anyone here, nor is being parasocial cute. if you are actively starting drama and talking badly about people in the cast and in the fandom… why are you here and wasting your money? / gen. if you are “friends” with the cast, why are you rushing the show every day, stalking them, spreading rumors about them, talking negatively about them, being weird with them, etc? / gen.

respectfully, we need to do better and stop platforming these people. they need to grow up and stop making the community unsafe and toxic.

honestly i’m not one for spreading drama/promoting harassment, but i have heard some things about this group, and i think this fandom needs to learn to not put those people on a pedastol. the whole fandom severely disappoints me, and i honestly just stopped supporting the show because the fanbase has pushed me out, and the show itself should also be addressing these things. the cast shouldn’t have to address stuff like this. it’s the shows responsibility to provide safety for their actors and they are clearly gaiiling to do so. i blame the show and the community. stop letting people like this gain big followings. yes, i understand that some of them are kids, seeing that the fanbase is 95% 13-15 year old girls, but it’s just so obnoxious. you can’t even excuse it with “they’re kids they don’t know any better” because as someone older than those kids, it’s your job to educate them and tell them what’s wrong with what they’re doing.

i’m not promoting harassment so much as i am spreading awareness-please don’t harass those accounts, that’s just stooping to their level, but as a community we need to grow and learn from these things. seeing things like this makes me lose any respect i had for the community/show as a whole. you can’t even smexcuse it when the show is raising prices the way they are and keeps reposting the casts tiktok’s, which is all fine and good, i don’t give a shit, but if you can do that then you should be able to address the problem at hand and ban these people from the show, that’s more so what they need rather than being deplatforner. i’m surprised that brody allegedly is renewing his contract. i hope whoever stays gets treated better than they have been the last year.

[torturedtypewritersdept]

proclivity - pt. five - I know the end

✯ pairing:

ex!bff!rafe cameron x diabetic!kook!fem!reader

✯ summary:

at one point in time rafe was your best friend. can summer romance erase all the damage he's done?

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, heartbreak, diabetes lingo, injury, ghosting, fluff and fear, domestic violence (not rafe), mean!ex!jj etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity and i have rewritten + reshared it here :) trying out a new format with this post, hope you like it!

You didn’t talk to Rafe until Wednesday when he texted you before your shift. 

R: can’t wait to see you, pretty girl :) 

Y: me too <3

You wanted to tell him everything so badly, about JJ showing up and everything you went through with him, but you couldn’t do that over the phone. There was no telling what he'd do when he found out. So you waited. You got to the Club before him on Wednesday, clocking in and tending to your tables, which were already full. It was going to be a busy night and usually you would welcome that, it helped pass the time. But, not today. Today, all you wanted was to talk to Rafael. 

You were busy with one of your tables when he walked in. He admired the black cocktail uniform that clung to your body and the way your hair hung in its low ponytail. He felt lucky to know you, to get to watch as you interacted with your regular customers, always kind, no matter the circumstances. You didn’t do it because you had to, you did it because that’s just who you were. You flirted with your eyes as you spotted him and he returned it, a small smile lacing his features. It was thirty minutes before you could get away from your tables due to the dinner rush, but Rafe made a point to stay at the bar until he got a chance to speak to you. Even though looking at you was always enough, he wanted to hear your sweet voice in his ears. 

“Rafael.” 

You whispered into his ear, blowing in it, as you came up behind him. It sent shivers down his spine. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” 

He replied with a smile on his face, finally hearing that voice, that sound he had been craving. You slowly made your way behind the bar so you could stand in front of him and look at his handsome face. Rafe and handsome have always been synonymous words in your brain, but he didn’t need to know that. You quickly got to work, making a drink. A Tequila sunrise. It was your favorite to make, mostly because of how pretty the hues of orange and pink were, hence its name. You sat it in front of Rafe. 

“I didn’t order this-”

“It’s on the house.” 

You replied, winking at him. 

“Well what is it? It looks girly.” 

He chuckled. 

“It’s my favorite. Just try it.” 

You giggled at him and he sipped it slowly. His face shriveled up as the familiar taste of way too much tequila hit his lips. 

“Jesus, Y/n, who taught you how to mix drinks? This is awful.” 

His comment made you chuckle heartily. 

“That would be you, Rafael.” 

He grinned cheekily as he recalled the first time he asked you to make him a margarita, which you failed miserably at, prompting him to teach you how. You had never really mastered the skill of mixing drinks, but he pretended you were okay at it to appease you. Rafe was brought out of his thoughts as he watched your body tense up. He wondered if he had said or did the wrong thing and then he followed your eyes, as they landed on JJ who was across the room with Kiara, sitting in your section. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”

You whispered, hoping Rafe wouldn’t hear you. He reached out, grazing your hand with his fingertips as you vigorously wiped down the wood of the bar. 

“You want me to beat him up, again?” 

Rafe questioned innocently and you chuckled. 

“No, he’s not worth it.” 

“He is if you’re upset.” 

Rafe stated, matter-of-factly.

“It’s not that, it’s just he knows this is my section and he sat in it on purpose. They just want to torture me like it’s not bad enough he slept with my best friend.”

The sadness that laced your voice made Rafe’s chest tight. 

“Go take care of your tables and I’ll be right here the whole time. You just put your hand behind your back and ball up a fist if you need me, okay?” 

You nodded, thankful Rafe chose today of all days to be here. You slowly but surely made your way from behind the bar and headed to the Carrera’s table. 

��Hey guys! How are you?” 

The Carerra’s faces lit up at seeing you. They had no idea why you hadn’t been coming around or the way their daughter had betrayed you. It wasn’t their fault she was a bitch and you weren’t going to punish them for it. 

“Hey, sweet girl! We miss you. Where have you been?” 

Kiara’s mom asked. She was an angel and always had been and you loved her. 

“Just working.”

You gave your ex-best friend’s parents a tight lipped smile. Kiara’s eyes were apologetic even though she had never said she was sorry for what she had done. 

“Well, we miss you. You should come see us soon!” 

Mr. Carerra spoke up. 

“I will. So what can I get you guys?” 

“JJ and I will have two bacon cheeseburgers and a basket of fries to share.” 

Kiara spoke with a cheeky smile, flaunting the consolation prize of her betrayal, a piece of shit pogue boy who is going nowhere. You had never had a problem with the Pogues until you had become one and they all betrayed you by covering up JJ’s infidelity. The Pogues were poison, just like Rafe had warned you all those years ago. 

“I’m gonna hit the head.” 

JJ muttered, surely feeling awkward about Kiara’s incessant need to be a show off. She wasn’t always this awful and you weren’t sure when she had taken a turn for the worst. 

“What about you, Mike?”

You questioned Mr. Carerra. 

“I’ll take the 15 oz ribeye. Medium rare with potatoes and green beans.” 

“Yes, sir. That sounds amazing!” 

You reply with faux enthusiasm.

“You’ll have to pull up a chair with us and grab a bite to eat.” 

He spoke, his kind gesture making your heart melt. 

“I definitely will if I can go on my break soon.” 

You smiled at him. 

“And for you, Anna?” 

You questioned Kiara’s mother. 

“I’ll do the chef salad with ranch, dear. I’d also love a small side of the mac and cheese.” 

She smiled softly, you missed the warmth that you felt when she smiled at you.

“You got it, I’ll be right back with the food. Can I get you guys anything to drink?” 

You asked.

“Just make sweet tea for all of us, sweetheart.” 

Anna spoke kindly and you nodded. 

Rafe watched as you made your way back to the kitchen to make their drinks and put the order in. After a few minutes he began to get a little worried, his radar for you always on high alert. For some reason it was taking you a long time to come back to him and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. That’s when he saw it, JJ Maybank had you cornered in the hallway of the dining room. He stayed back though, knowing you’d give him your signal if you needed help. Rafe was always very protective of you but he always tried to let you fight your own battles. Mostly because once when he defended you in the third grade by beating up the boy who was teasing you, you kicked him in the balls and let him know that you were your own hero. That was the day he realized he loved you. He smiled at the memory of your pigtails and the redness of your cheeks. Then, suddenly, Rafe was brought out of his thoughts at hearing bits and pieces of the venomous words JJ was speaking to you and he sprung into action as he saw your fist balled up behind your back. He made his way over to you, half-running, his protective nature overcoming his logical thinking. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You okay?” 

He watched you as you visibly relaxed under his presence, knowing there was no way JJ could hurt you in Rafe’s presence. 

“Hey, Rafey-” 

You were cut off by JJ’s sneer. 

“Everything was perfectly fine until you fucking interrupted our conversation.” 

JJ spat in Rafe's direction.

“I clearly wasn’t asking you douchebag, I was asking her.” 

Rafe responded nonchalantly. You could feel the anger emanating from him, his chest warm on your back, but he was holding back. You knew he was doing it for you. If that didn't prove he wasn't the same rafe you used to know, you didn't know what did.

“Right and here I was thinking you were calling me sweetheart.” 

JJ spoke sarcastically. His sarcasm you used to find endearing, charming even, and now, it just made him more of a dick.

“What a shame JJ. Are you regretting losing my girl, that’s why you got her cornered in a dark hallway. Is Kie not enough for you?” 

And - there it was. Rafe’s tone was laced with danger and he willed JJ to use his words correctly before he killed him with his bare hands. 

“Your girl?! I’m not regretting anything if you must fucking know.” 

JJ spat, almost unable to control his emotions.

“I mean, no judgment at all dude, she’s easily the best girl on this island.” 

Rafe gave him a wink. He was a cocky little bastard when he wanted to be.

“Oh, you’d know, wouldn’t you? Haven’t you had every girl on the island?” 

JJ questioned. He was a real asshole when he wanted to be.

“Could say the same to you, you know since you're passing your dick around like it’s the community pool.” 

Rafe spit back.

“Rafael-”

You spoke softly, feeling the vibration of your glucose monitor go off. You didn’t feel right, something was wrong. You placed your hand limply around his bicep, urging him to back off and call it a day. 

“Rafael? Who the fuck is Rafael and why are you touching him like that?” 

JJ questioned, confusedly. 

“That would be me, big guy.” 

Rafe muttered, raising his two fingers like attendance was being taken in homeroom. 

“I-”

“You know what, if you must know, it’s none of your business how she touches me or how often she uses a nickname with me or how many times she’s kissed me.” 

Rafe growled.

“How many times she what-” 

The hurt and jealousy that laced JJ’s eyes was something you’d never seen before.

“Joseph-” 

You whispered Rafe’s middle name, which got his attention. You never called him Joseph, ever, and when he looked into your eyes he knew something was wrong. It clicked in his brain too late, as he felt you loosen your grip from his arm and he watched in horror as you hit the ground. Your head bounced off the carpet and you started convulsing violently. 

“Angel! No! No, no, no, no, no.” 

Rafe’s panicked voice echoed through the club as he yelled. 

“Turn her on her side! She’s having a diabetic seizure!” 

JJ interjected, yelling as he got down rolling you onto your side while Rafe stabilized your head. 

“JJ, call 911!” 

Rafe screeched.

“I’m on it!” 

He yelled as he ran to grab his phone from the table, meeting Kiara’s eyes as he ran quickly back to you and Rafe. 

“It’s okay, sweet, baby girl. You’re gonna be okay. I’m right here.” 

Rafe whispered as he counted the seconds until your body stopped convulsing. He was careful with your head, scared he’d hurt you or that you would have brain damage when you woke up. Kiara had followed JJ back to Rafe, curious as to why her boyfriend was so distressed. 

“J-”

Her voice faltered as she caught your unconscious form on the carpet of the country club. 

“What the fuck is this? Why are you helping her?!” 

She yelled in JJ’s direction, confusion and hurt, lacing her tone. 

“Kie-, please tell me you’re not so insecure that you care that he’s trying to help me save your best friend from dying right now.” 

Rafe growled in her direction and she made her way back to the table in tears. The ambulance got there quickly and immediately administered insulin and oxygen, which seemed to bring your vitals up. Rafe hopped in the back with you, not caring about leaving his truck at the club. He’d uber to get it later, once he knew you were okay. 

-

When you started to stir, the first thing you noticed was the smell of sterilization and the weight of something pricking the hand of your skin. You were in the hospital. Shit. Willing yourself to pry your eyes open, you slowly blinked, taking in a tall figure, reading a book beside you, one of his hands in yours. You coughed, your throat and mouth extremely dry. His blue eyes met yours and you registered who it was. Rafael. 

He stood up, making his way closer to you, standing over your head, in your line of vision. Rafe’s hands cupped your cheeks and he placed a kiss on your forehead before he spoke. 

“Hey, pretty girl. How are you feeling?” 

You tried to speak but your mouth was dry and then it dawned on you, your dad was going to kill you. You tried to sit up, which was a huge mistake as the movement shook your head a little too hard. Rafe pushed you back down by your shoulders. 

“Easy, Tiger.” 

He spoke softly, bringing a cup of water with a straw up to your lips, as he sat in front of you on the bed. You swallowed vigorously, like it was the first cup of water you’d had in ten years. 

“Slow down, baby.” 

He whispered in a sweet tone. You made eye contact with him after you decided you had enough of the beverage. 

“Rafe, what happened?” 

You questioned, confusedly.

“Your pump stopped working and you had a seizure from not getting your insulin.” 

You nodded your head in response, shock rittling your senses at his words. It shouldn’t have surprised you after how many times it had happened, but it did and it hurt your feelings every single one. 

“Will you lay with me?” 

You asked, as sweet as could be and he couldn't deny you.

“Of course, sweet girl.” 

Rafe crawled into the bed next to you, letting you cuddle into him and lay your head on his chest. His heartbeat brought you solace. He stroked your hair gently, his fingertips barely grazing the strands, and placed a kiss on your bandaged forehead. You had a concussion and some stitches from where you hit your head on the floor and he was as careful as possible when he placed the kiss, scared he’d hurt you. 

“Rafael, thank you for taking care of me and for being here.” 

You praised.

“Anything for you, baby. I’m always going to be here. You can count on that.” 

He smiled into your hairline, continuing to stroke it and you felt immense peace. You couldn’t tell what had changed or why, but you believed him with every fiber of your being. 

-

The next time you woke up, you were in Rafe’s arms, his soft snores infiltrating your ears and the aroma of the hospital room making its way into your nostrils. He had been at your beck and call for the last three days and he was tired, he needed the rest. You shifted your body, though careful not to move too quickly, afraid you’d wake him. Looking up at his sweet face, you traced your fingers down the bridge of his nose. How could one person be this perfect? You pondered. It was more than his chiseled jaw that you had always admired or his tan skin, he had begun to show you that he was a good man and that’s something you hadn’t seen in him in a long time, maybe ever. It made you love him in a way that you never had. A soft knock on the door took you out of your thoughts and you were praying to God that whoever it was wouldn’t wake up the giant man sleeping soundly next to you. Then, you saw brown hair with highlights peek through the crack of the door and you realized it was Topper. He peeked his head all the way through the door, and a bright smile littered his face. Kelce followed his lead, as he knocked softly again, making sure it was okay to come through the threshold of the hospital room. 

“Knock, knock.” 

He whispered and was surprised when he was met with your eyes instead of Rafe’s. 

“Shh.” 

You spoke, motioning your pointer finger to your lips in an attempt to keep him quiet. Seeing Rafe so still and soft, in an almost childlike state while sleeping was enough to make you swoon and you wanted him to stay this way as long as possible. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the one resting?” 

Topper teased as he brought a balloon that read “it’s a girl!” to your bedside. It made you giggle. 

“Sorry, they ran out of “Sorry you have diabetes” balloons.” 

Kelce quipped. Your giggle was now a full-fledged belly laugh. "These two idiots!", you thought. As your laugh erupted from your stomach, Rafe began to stir, shifting his weight in the small bed. You lifted your hand, running your fingertips softly through the hair that was now hanging in his face. He nestled his face into your shoulder, curling his long legs into his stomach. There’s no way he’s comfortable, you thought. But you also didn’t have the heart to wake him. 

“I want him to sleep as long as possible, he’s been up for days worrying about me.” 

You spoke flatly and the boys understood the sentiment of your words. They cared deeply for both of you. 

“When are they saying you’ll be able to go home?” 

Kelce probed, wanting you to feel as normal as possible as soon as possible. 

“This afternoon, I think.” 

He placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“That’s good, pretty girl. You know he’s not going to leave your side, right?” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, the same way you two were the last time.” 

You joked.

“The last time you almost died. This isn’t that.” 

Topper’s tone was cold and he didn’t mean it to be, but he didn’t understand your calm, cool, and collected nature when it came to such traumatic events with your health. The room grew eerily silent and you were the first to break it. 

“Let’s not talk about that in front of Rafe, okay?” 

Both boys simply nodded their heads in response, understanding of your wishes. Topper and Kelce stayed for about an hour before deciding to go. Rafe stirred awake not long after they had departed from the room.

“Pretty girl. What time is it?” 

He asked, his eyes fluttering open to see yours staring up at him. His voice was gruff and sexy like only boys can be when they’ve first woken up.

“Well, good morning handsome. It’s 1pm.” 

You responded with a light chuckle.

“Gosh, How long have I been asleep?” 

“Since last night around 11.” 

He nodded his head, his still sleepy response was noted by you. 

“Did someone come to visit or did I dream about that?” 

You giggled, placing your hand on his cheek softly, rubbing your thumb back and forth underneath his eye. 

“It wasn't a dream, Topper and Kelce were here this morning.” 

You whispered sweetly, bringing your hands up to his hair, stroking lightly. 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed as he asked the question.

“You needed the sleep, Rafael. You’ve been awake, worrying about me for the last three days and that won’t do either of us any good.” 

He brought your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger, wanting your eyes to meet his, and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“It’s my job to worry about you.” 

-

You were discharged from the hospital not long after Rafe had woken up, which you kind of despised, you wished he would’ve stayed asleep and gotten as much rest as he needed. The past few days had taken a toll on him and they would have taken a toll on anybody. No one wakes up and expects the girl they love to have a seizure and be put in the hospital. He had never seen you this fragile and that thought alone ate him alive. He hated that he couldn’t do anything to protect you from this. This wasn’t some mouthy pogue or a handsy touron he could punch out and call it a day, nestling you safely into his arms after disposing of the threat. This was an illness, a disease, that no one had control over, that no one could predict and even the best safety measures couldn’t protect you from a failing insulin pump. That part of it destroyed him. But the part of it that didn’t was seeing you be strong through all of it. You made jokes at your own expense, which was how you coped. You had done that for years with a lot of things. You did it the day you got your braces on when you were afraid of how Rafe would perceive your new appearance. Spoiler alert: he thought you were beautiful. You did it when your grandma died and when your parents fought and even when JJ cheated on you. The only thing you had never done it about was Rafe. His absence was the only thing that hurt too bad to joke about. He admired the fact that you could joke about your illness and how annoyed you got when he fussed over you, especially today, as he was driving you to his house from the hospital. When they had wheeled you out of the front doors of the hospital, Rafe gently lifted your body with his strong arms and placed you into the passenger seat of his truck. He made sure you were comfortable before lacing his hands through the seatbelt, stretching it across your body and buckling you in, the familiar click as the extender and the buckle met filtering through the car.  

“Rafe, I can buckle myself. My arms are in perfect working condition.” 

You scoffed, his incessant need to take care of you getting on your nerves. 

“I know you can. Just let me dote on you today, okay?” 

His voice was almost pleading. You gave him a reassuring nod, knowing that this is what he needed at the moment, even if you didn’t. You smiled, you loved this soft side of him, but eventually, it'd have to stop. Diabetes was something you’d been dealing with on your own for years. You didn’t need the hovering or the constant worry from your brown-haired, blue-eyed lover. You needed him to know you were strong and capable, not this weak damsel in distress he thought you were. You decided you would give it a day and have a conversation with him if it hadn’t stopped by the end of the week. As he made sure you were okay, he made his way to the driver’s side and started the truck, heading for Tannyhill. Your parents were in Thailand for business and couldn’t get back in time for you to be discharged, which you were thankful for. You didn’t need the wrath of your father right now, your brain and body still too tired from the trauma they endured. Rafe had told your mother you could stay at Tannyhill until they got home, which would be a week from today and he couldn’t help but be excited at having you this close for this long. You fell asleep on the ride home to Rafe’s, the slinging of gravel under his tires making you stir, as he pulled to the front of the house. He quickly got out and made his way to your side of the car, opening your door and unbuckling you, before lifting you in his arms once more and carrying you inside. The shift in your surroundings made you groan. 

“Mmmm.” 

You grunted out, Rafe’s lips turned up in a smile. 

“Hey, sweet girl, you’re okay. We’re home. I’m gonna take you to bed.” 

He whispered in your ear. 

“Mmmm, Rafey.” 

You said it like his name was the yummiest thing your tongue had ever tasted, a sleepy smile plastered on your face. As he opened the door, you felt yourself wanting to fight, wanting to prove to him you could do it yourself, but your body was too tired to try and argue with the comforting embrace of the boy you loved. You took in the smell of him as you heard him telling his family not to talk above a whisper while making his way through the living room. He smelled like sea salt, whiskey, and expensive cologne - a familiar smell for many reasons, it reminded you of home, the island, the stupid pretentious parties, and the ocean you’d grown to love the sight of. However, it reminded you of home because he was stitched in every memory of you being in these places, in this atmosphere. The smell was bliss, the smell was Rafe. 

“Please if you talk to her or around her, talk in a whisper. She’s got a concussion and ten stitches on her forehead. If she’s in a room, the lights need to be off, at least until tomorrow.” 

Rafe whisper-yelled over your half-asleep form, to his family before walking up the stairs. 

“Don’t worry, son. We got it. We’ve dealt with a concussion before.” 

Ward giggled because his son had had six concussions in his football career, they knew very well how to take care of one, but Rafe’s protective nature shined through and allowed him to forget that. He loved that his son cared this deeply for another person, there was a time when he wondered if he ever would. 

Rafe slowly but surely carried you up the stairs to his bedroom, laying you down in his usual resting place, which was the comfiest place on the mattress. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. Luckily, you were dressed in cozy clothes so he didn’t have to wake you. Instead, he brought the blankets under your chin and slid in next to you, falling asleep fast as he clung to your small frame. 

-

When you woke the next morning, Rafe was no longer next to you, which made you curious, so you made your way out of bed and slowly peered down the hallway. There was no sign of him in the bathroom or any of the bedrooms upstairs. You peered eerily over the edge of the staircase banister, looking for any sign of him. 

“Rafael” 

You called out and he came barreling up the stairs from around the corner in the kitchen. You admired him in his domestic form, basketball shorts, t-shirt, and messy hair. A still sleepy smile danced across his face as he took in the sight of you. He hadn’t been awake very long. 

“Pretty girl, good morning.” 

He spoke with a smile, making his way up to you, and placing a kiss on your hairline. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

He questioned.

“I couldn’t find you” 

You brought your lips to a pout and it sent a shiver down his spine. He loved that you wanted to be so close to him. You were enamored by everything that he was and you couldn’t get enough. 

“You want some coffee? I made your favorite.” 

You were confused. How could he possibly know what your favorite coffee is? You had been not speaking for the last two years, there was no way he had made you the right thing.

“Which would be what?” 

You questioned, confusion lacing your face. 

“White chocolate mocha with ½ and ½ instead of milk and an extra shot of white chocolate.” 

“Rafe, how did you know?” 

“I’ve just paid attention and it helps that you’ve had the same coffee order since we were 13.” 

He joked and you gushed internally, your core became warm at his sentiment, leaving you flustered and on edge. 

“Rafael, that’s so sweet, thank you.” 

You whispered as you pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“Let’s go downstairs and get you that coffee.” 

He spoke sweetly and you followed him down the staircase. When you had made it to the kitchen, you noted that Rafe had all kinds of coffee and syrups lining the island, where he was topping your cup off with whipped cream. It was a surprise that Rafe was an actual coffee drinker, not a poser who orders the closest thing to a milkshake he can find at every coffee shop. Rafe pulled a barstool out for you to sit on from underneath the island and helped you onto it before sliding it close to the edge of the countertop. 

“Rafael, when did you become such a coffee whore?” 

You asked innocently, not realizing how funny the remark was. Rafe let out a belly laugh. 

“Uh, my mom got me into drinking it right before she passed. It was something I clung to when she died. The warmth of a good cup of coffee reminds me of her hugs.” 

He spoke with a smile. 

“Well, now I feel like an asshole.” 

You muttered, a grimace on your face. 

“What do you mean? Why?” 

 “I thought you were going to have some douchey frat boy response. Like, you started drinking it to get a girl’s attention or something.” 

Rafe chuckled at you being so taken aback by him. 

“No, I’m not that guy anymore.” 

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that.” 

You mumbled what you thought was quietly, but evidently not quiet enough, as Rafe’s eyes went wide at your confession. 

“Let me take you on a date today.” 

He spoke softly, timidness dancing across his body language. You smiled at him brightly and when he looked at his feet, waiting for you to tell him no, you lifted his chin with your thumb and pointer finger. 

“Hey, don’t do that.” 

“Sorry-”

“No, I mean, don’t go to the bad place in your head. Everything’s fine, baby. I thought you’d never ask.” 

He smiled as widely as he could. 

“Okay, well let’s get some food in your stomach and then we’ll get ready and make a day out of it. Do you feel okay enough for that?” 

“Yeah, I feel fine. But, what do you mean? Where are you taking me?” 

You looked confused. You had never really been on a real date, JJ didn’t have very much money, which was never an issue for you. You didn’t mind paying for whatever the two of you did. But, even still he lacked romance and creativity. There was never a movie date or a day at the beach, just the two of you. It was all about the Pogues all the time and that was one of the many reasons you didn’t miss him. 

“That I cannot reveal yet, sweetheart.” 

He smiled cheekily and it made your heart warm. You were excited and you knew Rafe wasn’t going to disappoint. Rafe Cameron wasn’t known for romance, yet you believed he had something special up his sleeves. He made eggs, bacon, and toast with jelly, which was your favorite kind of breakfast. You appreciated how thoughtful he was. After you finished eating, he asked you to go get dressed and pack a bag. 

“Did you get enough to eat, sweetheart?” 

He questioned, always aware of the sugar demon that lived inside your bloodstream now. Apart from worrying about your sugar, he just wanted to make sure you were full, which you appreciated. 

“Yes, Rafael. I’m full.” 

You smiled in his direction, before hopping off the barstool and heading upstairs to take a shower, wanting to look your best for your date with him. 

“Do you mind picking out my clothes since I’m not allowed to know what we’re doing?” 

You questioned, turning around as you reached the bottom of the staircase, meeting his blue eyes that were boring into the back of your head already. 

“Absolutely, sweetheart. I’d love to.” 

He gave you a reassuring nod as you turned around and made your way up the staircase, smiling like an idiot over the fact that you caught him staring at you. As you reached the top of the stairs, you realized you were already winded and tired, an after effect of your recent health scare. You made your way into Rafe’s room, which had a connecting bathroom. You quickly grabbed your insulin and bath supplies, knowing you’d need to change your pump when you got out and made your way into the bathroom, where you stripped yourself of your clothes and turned on the water. You liked the water scalding hot, you always joked that you like to feel like you’re in the pits of hell until your shower is over and the cool air of the bathroom brushes up against your naked skin. You removed the old insulin pump, discarding it into the trash, and hopped in the shower. You didn’t waste much time, but you did let the hot water soothe your muscles for a bit before you washed your hair and body and it felt so good. When you were done, you exited the shower, grabbing Rafe’s towel from the drying rack and wrapping it around your body. You made your way into the bedroom, where you found a beautiful, white lace sundress with a note attached to it. 

A beautiful dress for a beautiful girl. Saw this downtown last week and it reminded me of you. What a perfect day to wear it, yeah? I packed your bag with all the necessary snacks and medicine and put a bathing suit in there for you too. The white one-piece you wore on the druthers, it’s my favorite.

X, 

Rafael

You audibly gasped at how thoughtful Rafe had been and there you were, smiling like an idiot in the middle of his bedroom. You put on your bra and underwear and called his name, wanting him to come to help you with applying a new insulin pump. Today was as good a day as any for him to learn how to do it. 

“Rafael!” 

You bellowed out his name and he came up the stairs quickly, you could hear his feet hitting each mahogany panel. He knocked softly, not wanting to disturb you if you weren’t decent. You slowly slid the dress up your legs, so he could only see your bra. 

“You can come in, I need your help.” 

He swung the door open at that, afraid you were sick or in trouble in some other way. His eyes landed on you, sitting on his bed, with the dress he had bought you covering your bottom half, nothing but your bra covering your top. 

“Woah.” 

He whispered, a smirk tracing his lips. 

“Easy, tiger. I need help with my pump. There’s no fire anywhere.” 

You giggled softly at him. He looked so afraid when he swung the door open.

“Okay, pretty girl, tell me what to do.” 

“I have everything ready. I just need you to plunge it into my skin, somewhere it won’t show in this dress.” 

“Is your stomach okay?” 

He questioned you, watching as you inserted the insulin into the pump and let it prime. As much as you wanted to tell him, no, to run, to scream, to hide - you couldn’t. Your stomach was the best place for the pump, but it was also a place you didn’t want Rafe to look at. Over the last two years, your stomach had become littered with scars from failed pump sites and it made you insecure about your body. This is why you stuck to one-piece bathing suits. 

“U-uh, yeah.” 

Rafe noticed the shift in your behavior and he didn’t take it lightly. 

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s the matter?” 

You stared down at him, as he was now rocking on the balls of his feet and squatted in front of you. 

“It’s just, my stomach, it isn’t pretty anymore, okay?”

“What do you mean? Everything about you is pretty.” 

“I have a lot of scars from my pump on my stomach. It’s probably better if I show you.” 

He nodded gingerly and you delicately pushed the dress down to your hips, revealing the fullness of your tiny waist and belly. The scars that littered it were discolored, some black, and brown, and the oldest ones were white. Some were longer and larger than the others. You swallowed thickly as you watched Rafe’s blue eyes take in the tattered skin and you let a tear fall from your eye. You hoped he didn’t notice, but he did. 

“Hey, this doesn’t change anything. Everybody has scars. It’s okay, baby.” 

“I’m ugly, Rafe.” 

“Believe me, darling, you are the furthest thing there ever was from ugly and a few scars won’t change my mind. I have scars too.” 

“Y-you do?” 

“Yeah, look, this is from that time you pushed me off my bike when we were seven. Remember I had all those stitches?” 

He asked, pointing to his face, which he had landed on when he fell. You chuckled to yourself. He had pissed you off so bad that day when he wouldn’t let you play with his spiderman action figures. 

“Yeah, I remember. Sorry, I was a bitch.” 

You laughed and Rafe wiped some of the tears off your face. 

“You’ve never been a bitch. I promise.” 

You sniffled and smiled at him, thankful for his kind words. 

“Everybody has scars, sweet girl. They make us who we are, they’re proof we’ve lived. You’ve just lived a lot of life.” 

You hugged him tightly, his fingers tracing the skin of your bare back. 

“Okay, pick a spot on my belly and stick it there.” 

“How’s here?” 

He asked, placing the pump close to your naval. 

“That’s great. Just hold it there until you hear the click.” 

He did as he was told, holding it until he heard the audible click of the needle going into your fragile skin. You grimaced. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” 

His brows furrowed in concern. 

“I’m okay, Rafael. It’s just the needle.” 

Your response seemed to soothe him enough because the next thing you knew his hands had traveled to your hips and he began helping you pull the dress up over your middle and placed the straps securely on your shoulders. He turned you around to look in the mirror. 

“How’s that, pretty girl? Do you like it?” 

“I love it, Rafe. Thank you so much.” 

-

Shortly after your bedroom excursion, you and Rafe were ready to go, you still clueless as to where he was taking you or what your date entailed. He led you outside to his truck, grabbing the bag he had packed for you and placing it on the backseat floorboard. When he opened the back passenger door, you noticed there was a picnic basket with pink tulips hanging out the side of it. They were your favorite flower, which Rafe definitely knew. You smirked at this small detail. So far he was blowing your expectations out of the water, which you had no doubt he would. He helped you into the passenger seat, buckling you yet again. You were starting to think this had less to do with your fragility and more to do with the fact that he just liked doing it. 

You and Rafe quickly arrived downtown, walking around all your favorite boutiques and shops. As you walked down the cobblestone streets of Kildare, Rafe reached for your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. You could’ve sworn you had died and gone to heaven. You had loved this boy as long as you could remember and even your wildest of fantasies would’ve never given you the idea he’d ever want you like this. You watched the ground as you walked, eyes on your feet and you felt his eyes boring a hole into the side of your head. 

“It’s rude to stare, you know?” 

You spoke freely, letting out a giggle and Rafe rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I just wanted to look at you.” 

He spoke softly. 

“Why?” 

“Cause you’re beautiful.” 

He spoke with more fire this time, saying the words boldly, with purpose. He wasn’t trying to make a move, or get you to sleep with him, he just needed you to know and you sensed that he meant it. 

“You make me feel good, Rafe.” 

“Well, that’s kinda the whole point of this. If I’m ever not making you feel good, then that’s when we should reevaluate what we’re doing.” 

You smiled at him and nodded, knowing he needed you to understand what he was saying, that’d you tell him if ever wasn’t making you feel good. 

“You want some ice cream, beautiful?” 

Your face lit up and Rafe giggled. You were always in the mood for ice cream, something he noted when you were thirteen. Every time he has ever asked if you wanted ice cream, your answer has been yes. 

“You know I do.” 

You snorted at his knowledge of you, at his ability to read you like a book. He nodded and you made your way into the ice cream shop. Rafe made you sit at a table while he ordered and when he brought you the ice cream you beamed up at him. 

“Mint chocolate chip, you remembered!” 

You exclaimed. It was like Rafe’s thoughts were consumed by you, it seemed he knew everything there was to know about you. 

“I remember everything about you, honey.” 

You blushed at his remark. You were thankful for this day with him. It was simple and domestic and freeing and you were just thankful. 

“This has been fun, Rafael. Thank you.” 

You smiled sweetly, meeting his blue eyes with yours, blushing again. 

“You’re welcome, pretty girl. But, it’s not over yet. I have one more surprise for you.” 

“What else could you possibly have up your sleeve?” 

You questioned him with a belly laugh, thinking this sweet boy had already gone above and beyond for you. You both finished off your ice cream and Rafe led you back to the truck, following his routine of buckling you in before he made his way inside. He definitely liked doing it, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. 

The ride was quiet and after fifteen minutes, he pulled into the public beach parking lot. He helped you out of the vehicle once again, grabbing the picnic basket, along with your bag of necessities, and placing it on his shoulders. He carried that bag as if his life depended on it. Once you made it down to the sand, he laid out the white knitted blanket he had brought with him and instructed you to sit down, while he unpacked the picnic basket. 

“These are for you. I know they’re your favorite.” 

Rafe spoke matter-of-factly, pulling the pink tulips out of the basket and handing them to you. Your smile was giddy and you couldn’t contain yourself. You’d jump his bones right here if you knew you wouldn’t get arrested. 

“Rafe, these are so beautiful!” 

You exclaimed, joy written on your features. He loved that look on you. The joy. 

“I’m glad you like them.” 

He giggled and put his arm around you, placing his hand on the other side of your hip in the sand. 

“You just seem to know all my favorite things.” 

Blush infiltrated the pores of your cheeks. 

“It’s not hard if you pay attention.” 

His words meant more to you than anyone’s ever had before, but the truth of them stung. This is what love is supposed to feel like, to be like and now you know why you didn’t miss JJ. Because he wasn’t the one and Rafe was. Rafe’s next line of questioning brought you out of your head. 

“Are you hungry, sweet girl?” 

He questioned with soft eyes. 

“I could eat.” 

You replied, a soft smile on your lips. 

“PB & J or Turkey and Mayo?” 

He asked, pulling two sandwiches out of the basket. 

“PB & J.” 

You replied. 

He ever so slowly plated the sandwiches and put apple slices with caramel sauce beside them. 

“Here you go, m’lady.” 

“Rafe, this is so sweet.” 

You gushed, heart almost bursting at the seams for the effort he put into this. 

“Water or champagne?” 

His line of questioning continued.

“Depends, what are we celebrating?” 

“Just me, being here, with you.” 

“Champagne it is then.” 

Rafe took the two glasses out of the picnic basket, handing you yours to hold while he poured it. He looked up at your face, golden hour making the hues of orange, yellow, and pink dance across your face. He noticed something on your cheek, right near your lip - a scar, medium size, white in color, in a jagged line. His fingers traced over it as he finished pouring your beverage. You shied away from his touch. 

“I’m sorry, angel.” 

He looked defeated, afraid he had done the wrong thing. This perfect day, did he just fuck it up? He wondered. 

“It’s okay. No worries.” 

You smiled at him and leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder. 

“Can you tell me what that’s from?” 

He asked. He needed to know at some point, you knew that. But, that didn’t mean the conversation would be easy or that he wouldn’t get angry. 

“Trust me, you don’t want to know, Rafe.” 

He was taken aback, what was so bad that you thought he wouldn’t want to know. He wanted to know about every scar that littered your body. 

“Believe me when I say this, I most certainly do.” 

You huffed, loudly.

“You promise you won’t get mad?” 

“I promise, angel.” 

Your vision clouded with unshed tears, you had never had to explain to him the abuse you face from JJ and it would never be easy to talk about. 

“I-it’s from JJ.” 

You let the words sit in the thick air between you and Rafe. 

“What do you mean it’s from JJ?” 

Rafe’s eyes were laced with bewilderment and confusion. 

“F-from the first t-time.” 

Your voice became shaky, weak. 

“The first time for what, y/n?” 

“The f-first time he punched me in the f-face.”

“What the fuck did you just say?! He punched you in the face?!” 

Rafe questioned, a fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before. 

“Y-you said you wouldn’t get mad.” 

Rafe looked up at you, tears falling freely down your face. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not mad, baby. Come here.” 

He reached out for you and lunged for him, clinging as tightly as you could to his middle, crying into his button-down. 

“Tell me what happened, angel. It’s okay. I’m right here. I’d never hurt you. I’d never dream of putting my hands on you, of hurting you.” 

He rocked you back and forth, peppering kisses into your hairline. Waiting until your breathing had become normal before he stopped, just sitting with his chin on top of your head. 

“He abused me the entire year we were together. It started when I told him I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity, that I was saving it for the right person.” 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” 

“The first time he hit me, I still had braces on my teeth. Cut right through my cheek, that’s what the scar is from. I had to get 7 stitches.” 

He didn’t say anything, mostly because he knew that there was nothing he could say to make it better. He just squeezed you tighter and wondered how the fuck he was going to kill JJ Maybank. 

“Listen, angel, I don’t want you working at the club with him.” 

Rafe’s tone revealed how uneasy he truly was.” 

“I know. The first day you came to see me at work, he showed up that night. Told me to remember who I belonged to. I haven’t felt safe without you there, ever since.” 

“Baby, let me talk to dad and see how serious he is about wanting you to come work for him.” 

“You’d do that?” 

You looked up at him, shocked he would help you find work elsewhere when he didn’t have to. It wasn’t his responsibility. 

“You have no idea the things I’d do for you, sweet girl.” 

The words were heavy and somehow you knew he meant every single one. 

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cw: angst :p

Thinking about nanami getting badly injured during a mission....

"Shoko, please let me know now, will he be ok?" Ah yes, the risks of being with someone who goes into a battle alone every day. You worry about him when hes not home by the time he said he would be, most of the time its because hes working overtime and you just forgot, but on rare occasions, its because he got hurt.

You know he gets bruised up easily when dealibg with curses, but never this bad.

*the morning of the attack*

"Goodmorning gorgeous, sleep well?" Nanami was alwayssss up early, too early for you, but when you did emerge from your slumber, he was always there to greet you.

"Mmmm..." you gurgle out, ready to lay in bed with your husband again.

"I'll be home a little later tonight ok, dont wait up for me." He grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a kiss on your lips, you know he could totally smell your morning breath.

"Fine, but you must not be home any later than 11, thats how long I'll be up for." You say and cross your arms, asserting domince in a jokingly way.

He chuckes then gives you a hug before putting on his shoes, "promise darling, love you."

"Love you too!" You say as hes walkibg out the door.

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Your day was going by pretty quick, you did some grocery shopping, went to the convenience store you always love and grabbed a snack there, you got home, changed into some comfy clothes, turned the tv on and waited for your husband to arrive home.

When you heard the phone ringing, the first person who came to mind was nanami, probably telling you that hes going to be out past curfew. What you didnt expect was the phone to say shoko as the caller name.

Your mind starts racing a thousand miles per second. 'Did nanami get hurt' 'did nanami die'.

"Hey shoko, everything okay?" You asked as you picked up the phone.

"You need to come to the school, something happened to nanami." You could hear the clicking of metal in the background.

"Can you tell me right now, im getting in the car."

"Youll see as soon as you get here."

"Shoko, please let me know now, will he be ok?" You pleaded.

"Knowing him and how he takes care of everything, he will survive." The sigh you let out was full of relief, feeling better already.

"Thanks shoko, driving there now."

The secobd you walk in the school, you can feel his cursed energy, its so weak though. You walk towards shokos office and enter, finding nanami on the bed next to the table. You immediately rush to his side and hold his hand, its warm and comforting.

"Hey y/n, you got here just in time, i just put him on the bed, with gojos help of course." She chuckles a little.

"Haha, thats good," you pause for a moment. "You gonna stay here with him or are you gonna go home, youve been working all day." You point out.

"I'll leave and head home soon, just gotta check his vitals to make sure he won't crash during the night."

After everything you two went through, you were ready for him to come home, be safe in your arms.

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A couple days have passed since you got the call from shoko, nanamis wounds have started to heal and you feel so grateful for him to be home.

"Hey darling," nanami comes up behind you and gently wraps his hamds around your waist.

"Hey kento, ypu feeling better today?"

"Yeah, love you have taken care of me, made me feel loved..."

"Oh ken... of course i would take care of you, i love you too much..." you say with a smile.

"Wanna come lay down with me in bed, i could use some of those cuddles that you give."

"Sure, love you ken."

"Love you too sweetheart."

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A/n: FINALLY DONE 😭 i wont be writing assss much just bc of school and everything so yea!!

[stuck-in-jelly]

With the new lens of Corvus knowing how Soren feels about him and Soren being a bit oblivious I also started thinking about wing man Terry during the hunt for Parrow too.

Terry trying so hard to wingman for Soren and Corvus because it’s painful for him at this point watching them flirt and seemingly never get that they are both very into each other. How can two people so perfect for each other not realize this!

Until one night after they’ve set up camp Corvus walks over to Terry and tells him they need to chat. Privately.

Terry of course does not like the sound of that and is pretty nervous as Corvus leads him deeper and deeper into the woods until finally Corvus turns around and is like:

“Hey. I know what you’re trying to do with me and Soren and I need you to stop.”

Terry starts getting embarrassed saying something along the lines of “oh sources I totally misread your feelings for each other didn’t I? Im so sorry I promise I wont-“

“No you’re right. We have feelings for each other.”

“Oh…oh! You’re already together!”

“No.”

“….I uh, I’m a little confused?”

Corvus kind of nods and sits down, patting the floor to let Terry know he is welcomed to join him. This is a weird conversation to have out loud so they might as well get comfortable.

Corvus awkwardly prefaces the conversation with how he isn’t great with words but continues on.

He tells Terry he’s known Soren has been in love with him for years but he has only realized recently he has also been in love with Soren for years.

Terry asks him if he knows why hasn’t he said or done anything about it? Corvus shrugs even though he knows the answer. He confides that he wants Soren to figure it out for himself, that the last thing Soren needs is someone telling him how he feels and what to do and how to act about it.

He wants Soren to make his own choice. If Soren realizes his feelings and wants to make a move he’ll be happy to reciprocate but if Soren realizes and decides be doesn’t want to do anything with it then that’s his choice.

He loves Soren and he wants him happy, that doesn’t mean it needs to be with him at least not right now. He’s been through so much and he still tries to smile but until the smile isn’t forced Corvus doesn’t want to rush into anything not until Soren is ready.

He has spent so much time haunted in the shadow of his family, and its been 3 years but Soren needs more time to be himself away from the chains of his history.

Terry can’t help but think back when Claudia had asked him to tell her what to do, how he declined. Sometimes guilt seeps into the memories of the times he could’ve told Claudia what to do, told her to not go down this path, but the feeling of control over her would’ve felt worse.

Its just now that Terry is realizing how badly Viren messed up both his kids.

Despite the memories Terry smiles cause he gets it now, these two are working in reverse from him and Claudia. Soren just needs time to be himself and Corvus is patient. He doesn’t need to rush things for them, they both are right where they want to be with each other right now.

Terry bumps Corvus’s shoulders and says Soren is lucky to have such a great future partner.

So although he’s playfully rolling his eyes when he watches Corvus rest his chin on Soren’s shoulder when they fly with a pleased look or when Soren can’t stop talking about Corvus when they split up with that wistful look in his eyes, or when Soren starts singing extremely off key and Corvus starts hums along he knows all they need is a bit of time.

That love they have for each other isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[sapphic-circles]

In the Savage Night (Chapter 12)

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“Get away from her.”

Elphaba was standing before she even realized she’d done it, and Dr. Nikidik stared at her in shock.

“I beg your pardon?”

Rage boiled beneath Elphaba’s skin. How dare this man hurt Galinda, hold her in chains like a rabid dog. How dare Miss Coddle allow something like this within the walls of the school. Regardless of whether they knew who they’d captured, they knew it was a person. All of this was downright unconscionable, made all the worse by the knowledge that the poor, cowering creature was her friend.

Elphaba stepped forward, feeling the power creep up inside her and doing nothing to curb it. “I said, get away!”

The sound of shattering glass burst through the room as the new vase on Dr. Dillamond’s desk broke, sending poppies whirling into the air. The flowers hung suspended by magic, twisting gently where they floated and dusting the room with their pollen. Elphaba froze, unsure of what she’d just caused, until one by one everybody present fell into deep sleep.

Almost everybody. Dr. Dillamond and Galinda remained standing, though Galinda looked as if she might collapse any minute. Elphaba rushed through the tiered desks to the Wolf, who only backed away with a weak growl.

“Miss Elphaba,” Dr. Dillamond said. “What is going on?”

“It’s Galinda,” Elphaba said before thinking to conceal her friend’s identity. They could trust Dr. Dillamond, at least. “I have to get her out of here.”

“Oh, my,” Dr. Dillamond whispered. He approached Dr. Nikidik’s unconscious form and nosed around his pockets. “We must get those nasty things off of her immediately,” he said. “The silver is poisoning her.”

Elphaba’s heart skipped as she looked back toward Galinda, who took another step backwards.

“Hey,” she said gently, kneeling down onto the floor to make herself appear smaller. Up close, the terror in the Wolf’s eyes was evident, but they’d never be able to remove the restraints if Galinda wouldn’t let them touch her. “Galinda, it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Please let me help.”

Elphaba held out her hand and watched as Galinda’s eyes flickered between fear and trust before settling on the latter. Her tail remained tucked between her legs and her guard hairs still bristled with nerves, but she took slow, unsteady steps forward until the side of her face came to rest against Elphaba’s palm.

Elphaba let out her breath and mustered a brief smile for Galinda, but she couldn’t linger too long. Who knew how long the sleeping spell would keep its effect, or how badly the silver was affecting Galinda? Her pulse burned with worry for her friend, who seemed to be struggling to draw breath. Elphaba wasn’t sure it was the fear or something worse.

“Let me get this off of you,” Elphaba said quietly, shifting her hand to the buckle securing the muzzle to Galinda’s face. She moved slowly, terrified she’d spook her friend into moving away from her again, until she could release the buckle and let the muzzle fall away.

“There you go,” Elphaba murmured, running a gentle hand over the soft fur of Galinda’s cheek. The skin of her snout shone an angry red where the muzzle has chafed away the fur, and a few raw spots bled slightly. Galinda worked her jaw loose, and Elphaba wondered how long of the three days her friend had been missing that she’d been trapped like this.

“Here,” Dr. Dillamond said. “Try these.”

A jingling sound met Elphaba’s ears as he pulled a ring of keys out of Dr. Nikidik’s suit pocket with his teeth and brought it to her. Elphaba took them gratefully and checked Galinda’s collar for a lock, then tried the keys when she found it. She breathed a sigh of relief when one of them clicked the mechanism open, and she pulled the offending metal thing from Galinda’s neck.

She made quick work of the cuffs on Galinda’s legs, too, her stomach churning as she found the one on her left hind digging into an open wound: deep lacerations all the way around her hock, presumably made by one of those horrendible traps.

Galinda whimpered as Elphaba worked carefully to remove it with as little pain as possible, but she couldn’t take it off without agitating the wound. She whispered, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” as she pulled it out of the dried blood gluing it to her flesh. Galinda yelped when it pulled at her wound, feebly trying to wrench her leg away until it was free.

“Good,” Dr. Dillamond said. “That’s a start. Quickly, now, come with me. I’ll show you the back way to the Animal faculty housing; no one will look for you there. Hurry.”

He led them through the halls, checking carefully that no one was around to see them. They moved slower than Elphaba would have liked—Galinda couldn’t manage much speed—but they got out of the building and around to the back of campus without detection. Elphaba kept a hand on Galinda’s back as they walked, soothingly raking her fingers through the long hair there, until Dr. Dillamond led then into a vacant barn.

“Here we are,” he said. “I would take you into my quarters, but I’m afraid they’re not quite big enough. Lie down, Miss Glinda, please.”

Galinda didn’t even seem to notice the mispronunciation of her name for once. She padded toward an old pile of shavings and collapsed into them with a heavy sigh.

“Are you all right?” Elphaba asked. “How do you feel? What can I do?”

Galinda only stared at her.

“She can’t speak,” Dr. Dillamond said. “I told you, Miss Elphaba, history is repeating itself quite closely. You’ll be able to talk to her once she returns to her Human state.” He trotted toward a spigot in the barn wall and began filling a bucket. “Right now, she needs her wounds addressed. Clean them thoroughly, and make sure she stays hydrated. Who knows how long the silver had been tainting her bloodstream?”

Dr. Dillamond carried the bucket to Galinda, who lifted her head to drink from it as if she’d been parched.

Elphaba watched helplessly as the Goat took a closer look at Galinda’s wounds. “Dr. Dillamond,” she said. “How do you know all of this?”

“I knew a Werewolf once,” he said. “I harbored him for years and learned quite a lot from him—until he was captured and killed.” Dr. Dillamond turned to face her, his expression severe. “I’m afraid Miss Glinda is not safe here any longer. I would suggest she go home as soon as she’s well, before these people turn to harsher methods of capture.”

Harsher? Elphaba couldn’t imagine anything harsher than what she was currently witnessing.

“Come with me for a moment, Miss Elphaba,” Dr. Dillamond said, heading toward the door. Elphaba glanced back at Galinda, wary of leaving her alone even for a moment. “She’ll be all right,” Dr. Dillamond said. “Come, now.”

Elphaba nodded and followed the professor outside, where he took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “I must warn you,” he said quietly. “Miss Glinda may be weak at the moment, but please be mindful of her. Lycanthropes, when scared or injured, can be incredibly dangerous. She may hurt you without meaning to. Keep yourself safe until she loses her Wolf shape.”

Elphaba frowned. “How long will that take?”

“Until the silver is out of her system, at least,” Dr. Dillamond said. “Perhaps longer depending on her emotions. I’d wager she’ll be like this at least overnight, providing we can prevent any infection from setting in.”

Elphaba nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Thank you, Dr. Dillamond. You should get back to class before they wake up. I don’t want you to get into trouble if Miss Coddle thinks you were involved in this.”

“You’ll be all right on your own?”

“I think so,” Elphaba said. “May I come to you later if we need more help?”

“Of course,” Dr. Dillamond said. “I’ll do whatever I can. I only pray no one else actually knows who she is.”

“Me, too,” Elphaba murmured.

She bid Dr. Dillamond farewell, then turned back into the barn. Galinda lay where she’d been left, her head resting on her front paws and her eyes closed. Elphaba thought she might have fallen asleep at first, but an ear twitched as she approached, and Galinda blinked up at her.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Elphaba said. She knelt down and reached out to lay the back of her hand against Galinda’s forehead, but the Wolf flinched away. Elphaba withdrew her hand for a moment, then said, “It’s all right. I just want to see how warm you are.”

She reached out slower this time, and Galinda allowed her to touch her forehead. It felt rather warm, but Elphaba wasn’t sure whether that was a byproduct of having fur or a symptom of infection.

“I’m going to get some stuff for your wounds, okay?” Elphaba said. “Just stay here and get some rest. Please. I won’t be long.”

Galinda let out a low groan and closed her eyes again, which Elphaba took as confirmation that she wouldn’t be going anywhere—not that she was in any state to, but she knew how determined Galinda could be.

Elphaba hurried back to their room and gathered what she could: antiseptic, clean rags, bandages, honey. Dulcibear had taught her once that honey could do wonders for infection, and Elphaba had kept a stash of it ever since. She figured it was better safe than sorry when it came to treating Galinda’s wounds, knowing now that silver was poison to her.

When Elphaba returned to the barn, Galinda was actually asleep. She’d shifted onto her side and splayed out in the bedding, her massive flank rising and falling with her breath—which, thankfully, seemed a bit more even now.

Elphaba hated to wake her, but with Dr. Dillamond’s warning fresh in her mind, she didn’t want to risk startling Galinda awake by dressing her wounds in her sleep. She cupped the Wolf’s cheek and rubbed it gently, saying, “I’m back, my sweet. Can you wake up for me?”

Galinda’s ears pinned back and a growl escaped her throat, lips pulled up to expose large, gleaming teeth for just a clock tick before she opened her eyes and seemed to remember where she was. Her demeanor immediately changed, eyes wide as she pulled away from Elphaba, scurrying back in the shavings until her back hit the barn wall.

Elphaba swallowed hard and tried not to let her fear show. The last thing Galinda needed right now was to feel feared, and the subconscious defense wasn’t her fault. She’d been held hostage just hours ago, for Oz only knew how long.

“It’s all right,” she said. “I’m sorry I woke you. I just really need to clean your wounds, okay? You’ll feel better after I do.”

Galinda whined and turned her head to face the wall. Elphaba could see her trembling, and it broke her heart. The worst thing was that she has absolutely no way to guarantee her friend’s safety, let alone make her feel safe. Elphaba understood now why she was so loath to trust; all the world, history included, wanted her dead.

Not all the world, Elphaba thought. Dr. Dillamond, at least, was in their corner. And Elphaba would do her damned best to make sure nothing else happened to her friend.

“I know you’re scared,” Elphaba said. “I know. I would be, too. But I promise, I only want you to feel better. I’ll be quick, and then you can get some more sleep. Can I please clean you up?” She paused, but got no response. “Please, Galinda. You’ll get worse if I don’t.”

Galinda sighed. She lay back down and nodded, though apprehension still shone through her eyes.

“Thank you,” Elphaba said. “I don’t—I don’t know exactly what silver does to you, so I don’t know how badly this is going to hurt. But I’m going to be as gentle as I can, all right?”

Galinda nodded again and closed her eyes as she dipped her head to give Elphaba access to the lesions on her muzzle.

She cleaned the wounds carefully, wincing in empathy every time Galinda flinched or whimpered with the pain. These weren’t deep, but they were jagged and inflamed, and Elphaba worried that they were already infected. She topped them with a smear of honey, which earned her a quizzical look from Galinda.

“It’s for infection,” Elphaba explained. “I want to be safe. Especially seeing as I can’t bandage you here.”

She moved on to Galinda’s foreleg, which wasn’t as bad as her hind, but some of her older cuts from last week had been torn open and needed to be cleaned, too.

The hind was what really worried Elphaba, and now that she could get a good look at it, she felt sick. The wire of the snare had carved deep into Galinda’s flesh, leaving cavernous red gashes in her leg. Some of the skin there hung loose, torn to shreds by the wire and exacerbated by the silver cuff that had been so cruelly secured on top. This, Elphaba worried was infected—the redness spread down toward Galinda’s paw, visible even under her fur. The limb felt warm to the touch, and Elphaba gritted her teeth to hold back tears. She didn’t want her own emotions making Galinda feel even worse.

“This one’s really bad,” Elphaba said. “I know you know that. I just don’t want to take you by surprise.”

She held her breath as she touched a damp rag to the wound, but even the gentlest touch she could manage caused Galinda to jerk away and yelp in pain.

“I know,” Elphaba said. “I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Do you want me to find you something to bite down on?”

Galinda hesitated, then nodded, and Elphaba got up to look for something. Much of the material in the barn was dusty or dry-rotted after years of disuse, but she managed to find a broom in the corner with a sturdy handle. She wiped it off and brought it back to Galinda, who eyed it with disdain before taking it into her mouth.

“I know it’s not ideal,” Elphaba said. “I wish I had something better for you.”

Galinda groaned and lay her head down, gripping the broom handle tight between her teeth. Elphaba returned to the wounds and dipped the rag into the water, soaking it through before squeezing it out over Galinda’s leg. The Wolf tensed, but the less direct method of wetting it seemed to help.

Elphaba continued that way until the dried blood softened slightly, and she warned Galinda again before beginning to wipe it away. She could hear the wood of the broomstick crack a little bit under the pressure of Galinda’s jaw, and she watched as her formidable claws dug deep into the floor, leaving deep trenches in their wake.

“You’re doing so well,” Elphaba whispered. Her arms shook as she cleaned the wounds, but not out of fear; she’d never seen anyone or anything in so much pain before, and she wanted to cry for her friend. Most Animals couldn’t cry, she knew, and she assumed Galinda was no different in this form. She couldn’t imagine bearing this agony with no release.

By the time Elphaba finished clearing away the layers of blood and grime, Galinda had loosened her grip on the broom and lay panting, exhausted, instead. She tried not to worry too much—Oz, most would have fainted during something like this—but her chest still tightened with concern.

“I’m almost done,” she assured Galinda. “Just the honey, now, and then bandages. And then it’ll be over, okay?” She hoped Galinda wouldn’t remember in the moment that the wound would still have to be cleaned again later on. The poor Wolf seemed to be at her limit already.

Elphaba finished quickly, then moved to sit beside Galinda’s head. The blonde almost looked worse off than when they’d arrived, but Elphaba hoped it was only the strain of treating her wounds causing her heavy eyelids and heaving flank. She gently removed the broom from Galinda’s mouth and set it aside, then stroked the fur between her ears.

“That’s it,” Elphaba said quietly. “We’re all done. Just…please let me know somehow if it starts feeling worse. If you feel sick, or anything like that. I need to know if it’s getting infected.”

Galinda hummed in acknowledgement and closed her eyes.

“Are you hungry?” Elphaba asked. “I could bring you something before you sleep.” She had a feeling Galinda hadn’t been fed for at least as long as she’d been captive, if not the entire time she’d been gone. But Galinda only heaved a sigh and shook her head without opening her eyes.

“I’ll get you something when you wake, then,” Elphaba said, intentionally phrasing it as a statement rather than a question. Galinda needed to eat, whether she had an appetite or not.

Elphaba hesitated before asking her next question. She hadn’t forgotten the way Galinda had nearly snapped at her coming out of sleep before, and she wasn’t even sure her friend had forgiven her for her intrusion the other day, but she also hadn’t forgotten the way Galinda had clung to her in bed as if she’d been waiting all her life to have someone to lie with. Galinda needed what comfort she could get right now, and Elphaba selfishly wanted to feel close to her, too.

“Can I sleep with you?”

Galinda opened her eyes again to stare at Elphaba with an expression that seemed to border on wonder, as if waiting for Elphaba to change her mind. But when she didn’t, Galinda nodded and softly nudged Elphaba’s shoulder with her head before laying it back down.

Elphaba let out her breath and crawled into the shavings beside Galinda. She didn’t want to crowd the Wolf or brush against any injuries, so she lay down behind and rested a hand in the fur of her neck. She scratched slowly and soothingly, running her nails through the fur until the tension in Galinda’s body finally began to ease, and they both drifted off together.

[lovenmaze]

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

Naruto. Beautiful and kind Naruto. He wouldn’t think badly of Sasuke, right? He wouldn’t think he was vulnerable, weak, selfish, or desperate. No, the Naruto he knows wouldn’t do that. Not his Naruto.

Sasuke softens at that, and tries; “Naruto? I- Can you touch me? Not the– just.. I just need physical contact. To ground myself. I–”

Naruto looks at him quite shocked, Sasuke doesn’t usually ask things like that. Sasuke tenses upon seeing his reaction, but Naruto quickly replies, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, nothing weird, don’t worry. You okay with holding hands?”

Sasuke inhales, then nods.

Naruto smiles and takes his hand.

He looks at their intertwined hands, it’s everything. Sasuke is holding the sun in his remaining hand, perhaps his other hand was a sacrifice for this. But it’s still not enough.

He wants to bind their bodies together, sew their bones tight, and take a bite of each other’s heart, like a ritual done in front of an altar, with a god as their witness.

Sasuke tries to calm down, but the thing within him can’t stay put, his blood is rushing, like a stormy sea; it’s maddening. The heat of Naruto’s hand is passing to Sasuke’s, his usually cold body melts under the touch. The hand of the person who saved him is within his grasp, gentle and heavy; it will ground him, warm him, and care for him. Sasuke would bleed himself open if he could if that meant showing Naruto his heart, which was so full of – Naruto, that he could hardly call it his own.

Sasuke’s heart picks up its pace, his chest tightens, and so does his grip on Naruto’s hand.

“Sasuke? You okay?” Naruto asks, Sasuke turns to look at him. It’s so blue, Sasuke could drown in them. He could never forget those eyes, he’d see them when looking up at the sky, or when he closed his.

Sasuke doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Naruto, and then at his lips.

Naruto notices, and licks his lips. God, Sasuke wants to get a taste; kiss him so that he can leave a mark, a mark on his lips, so when Naruto talks, his name will be there.

Sasuke must’ve stared for a while, because Naruto shifts and stares back, and suddenly Sasuke is so aware of the eyes on him. And just as Sasuke was about to say something, “Can I kiss you, Sasuke?” Naruto asks.

Shock evident on Sasuke’s face, Naruto panics “Oh, haha! Never mind, sorry, forget I sa–” Sasuke doesn’t even let him finish, instead allowing his lips to meet Naruto’s.

The buzzing in him is louder this time, turning into a melody, a song singing Naruto’s name.

The buzzing mellowed down and turned into a gentle humming, like a sigh of relief, finally. Finally.

It’s a kiss, Sasuke realizes. Fuck, they’re kissing. The two melt into the kiss, and warmth spreads all over Sasuke. It was slow, soft, tender; and everything.

Sasuke never thought of kissing, the act itself didn’t appeal much to him. And yet he’s here, kissing Naruto, and everything feels right; puzzle pieces slowly unraveling a masterpiece, a masterpiece of them. He feels Naruto place his other hand on his cheek, the other still intertwined with his, they’re both afraid of letting go.

Sasuke feels himself slip out of Naruto’s touch, weakened and overpowered by the feel of him. The kiss is slowly unraveling Sasuke, thread by thread, until he’s naked to the bone, revealing his beating heart.

In the heat of the moment, Sasuke thinks about their first kiss, it was a childish and silly accident, while this, was everything he had wanted. It’s so much — too much, and yet it isn’t enough, something in him wants more — he wants more. He wants everything Naruto can offer, and Sasuke, lets out a small noise, Naruto is everything.

Their lips find their way towards each other, they crash and collide; they glide against each other like a dance shared by two lovers; or a language only the moon and sun spoke of, like an eclipse.

They grew up thinking they were made for violence, but maybe this is what they were made for. To love and cherish each other, to kiss each other.

They pull apart, and Naruto groans, hands now making their way to Sasuke’s body. Sasuke relaxes in his touch, something he does with Naruto.

“God, I love kissing you,” Naruto says, breathless.

So do I, Sasuke thinks. He really does.

“It’s like you're made for me, fuck, I-sorry- it’s just-”

Sasuke gets what Naruto is saying, even though he isn’t saying anything, he doesn’t have to.

A beat.

They look at each other, they’re alive. So alive.

Naruto kisses him deeply and slowly, I can taste him, Sasuke thinks, See, he’s alive, he’s on my lips and he’s here with me, he’s alive, he’s alive! We’re alive.

As if both had realized they were alive and together; they reconnect their lips again, but this time with a sense of urgency; like they’re making up for the time they’ve lost. Their slow and careful kisses were now quick and sloppy, and the room was getting hotter.

Need and want are running burningly hot through Sasuke’s body, God he needs Naruto, needs to devour him whole; strip him off of his layers to digest, kiss his lips to stain them red; Sasuke loves so strongly — carnivorously.

Oh.

Love.

That's what it was.

The thing inside him was love all along. He didn’t recognize it, probably because it was different from the love he grew up with. This was burningly scarlet, dangerously green; he was afraid of its burn, its spreading. Maybe this was already in him even as a kid, a flame he forcefully blew out, Naruto rekindling it.

Sasuke hadn’t considered using “love”, to label his feelings towards Naruto; he believed the word wasn’t enough anyway. But he allows himself to love again, it’s Naruto, after all.

Sasuke tries to pull back, while Naruto tries to chase his lips but is interrupted by Sasuke, “Naruto, if we don’t stop–…”

Naruto turns serious, “Do you want to stop?”

Sasuke wets his lips, and pauses. He doesn’t. But he’s a bit afraid. Sasuke wants Naruto to be selfishly, thoughtlessly, and desperately his.

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[seros-girl]

lacrosse and cheer- hanta sero x f!reader

summary: in a quirkless AU, hanta sero and our dear reader find themselves in a fake relationship to ward off exes (toru hagakure & juzo honenuki). maybe they’ll fall in love?

authors note: okay this has been BREWING for the past couple of weeks and i’ve finalized the plot and everything. weekly updates, our lovely class 1A will be aged up to 3rd years, class 1B appreciation alright, reader is part of the dekusquad.

chapter 2: kiss?

SEPTEMBER

“cmon girls move the line up” you said as mina and ochaco helped distribute the new cheer uniforms for the school year. your cheerleaders currently distracted by the football, basketball, and lacrosse team as they headed into the boys locker rooms after practice.

“hey” hanta said as he placed a hand on your waist and kissed the top of your head. some girls couldnt help but stare at the interaction. how they wish they were you. when it came to kisses you were fine with forehead and cheek kisses. the lips were a big no. did you want to kiss hanta? so badly.

“when will you be done with this? i want to take you out” he said looking into your eyes. you can tell he was serious. “i should be in about 20 minutes or so” you said handing a package towards a first year and smiling at her. “let me shower real quick then” he said placing a kiss on your cheek and rushing off.

between the three of you, you were able to finally head off to your dorm to change out of your uniform. you put on a nice white off the shoulder sweater with some light baggy jeans and uggs. during the nighttime it got a bit on the colder side.

a knock on your door snaps you out of your daze and you move to open it fumbling with your earrings. “hi” you smiled at hanta as you let him in and he closes the door behind him. he focuses on you as you finally clasp a gold hoop into place and move to grab your lip gloss off your vanity.

“headband or no?” you ask holding a white one up. “headband” he smiles at you and its then you realize he has flowers. “okay han you didnt have to get me flowers” you blush starting to put the headband on and adjusting it.

“i wanted to get princess rubbers some speaking of where are they hiding?” he asks obviously joking and you give him an unamused look. “not funny” you say grabbing them from his hands. “thank you” you smile up at him as you go in for a hug.

he gladly accepts the hug wrapping his arms around you. you place the flowers into a vase with water and go back to looking at yourself in the mirror. “you look fine lets go” he said pulling on your arm and grabbing your purse for you.

you walk out of your dorm together and walk hand in hand outside. he leads you down the woods considering the high school was literally on a hill. “okay whats all this?” you asked as a picnic came into view with fairy lights surrounding the area. “you know im not your real girlfriend right?” you giggle looking up at him.

“we have to sell the act cmon” he says tugging on your hand leading you to the area. you sit down and smile at all of this. “might have to keep you around if this is what being your fake girlfriend feels like” you joke and he laughs.

“smile” he says pulling out his phone. you immediately do as he snaps the picture and shows you. “new screensaver look” he says showing you his lock screen. you take one of him and set it as yours. “juzo been pestering you?” he says picking up a strawberry and tossing it into his mouth.

“yea wants me to get back with him” you say picking up one too. “im confused” he starts and he sits up. “about?” you ask confused. “how would you guys like kiss?” he asks and you laugh. “i would kiss his nose or his forehead. he would try and reciprocate but it was difficult” you laughed and he smiles at you.

you giggle and goof off together, basking in each others presence. it was easy. you guys had a great friendship established already. your feelings for him only grew. he stops laughing and looks at you seriously.

“what hanta?” you ask with a smile on your face. “you’ve seriously never been kissed?” he asks shaking his head with disbelief. “i havent han” you said your tone mixed with a hint of sadness. “notice how whenever we played spin the bottle with our classmates it never landed on me?” you start looking at him seriously.

“heck even mineta’s been landed on, the creep” you say shuddering. hanta only looks at you. “okay lets put the contract aside for a second” he started and scooted closer to you. “hanta what are you doing” you say slightly panicking.

“can i be the one to give you your first kiss?” he asks politely as he puts a hand on yours. you can be my first and last, you thought. you thought it over for a minute. you eventually nod as he cups your face smiling at you. your breath hitched amd you smiled at him.

“ready?” he asks and you nod as he leans in. you close your eyes as he closes the space between you two. damn this feels so good, you thought. you let hanta lead eventually finding a good rhythm. you placed your hands on his shoulders holding him tightly as his gripped your waist pulling you closer to him.

if this is what kissing hanta felt like, you could only imagine what else he’s capable of. you find yourself making out with hanta sero. his lips feel too good. he pulls away gently and you smile at him. “we can cross that off the rules list cause damn this feels too good” you giggle as he laughs too.

he brings you in for a sweet tender kiss. he pulls away and smiles. “want to head back?” he asks and you nod as you cleaned up the area and grabbed your things. you walked hand in hand back to the dorms.

upon reaching them hanta pulls you in by the waist and you giggle. “one more” he says pulling you in and kissing you. you stand on your tip toes kissing him back. “hey guys” you hear and you both pull away. hanta wraps his arm around your waist and looks at who interrupted.

juzo honenuki.

“hi juzo” you wince wrapping your arm around hanta’s waist. “how have you been?” he asks and you nod indicating that you’ve been good. he nods his head. shits awkward, you thought.

“well my girlfriend here wants some sleep so we’ll be on our way now man. it was nice seeing you juzo good luck on tomorrow’s opening game” hanta said as he waved him a bye and led you both inside. mina, eijiro, and katsuki sat in the common room discussing tomorrow’s game plan.

mina sat next to eijiro and raked her nails across his muscled arms. “hi guys” you smiled at them and mina lights up at the sight for you. “how was it!” she says excitedly gripping your arm.

you blush as you tell her it was just fine and she squeals none the less. “i’ve been waiting for this pairing for years you two are just so perfect for each other” she says with the biggest smile on her face.

“hey shut it over there” katsuki grumbles and looks at eijiro. “cmon man dont talk to her that way” eijiro says with a stern look on his face. katsuki lets out a sorry towards mina.

“it is i” you heard and turned around to find yuga aoyama, yours and mina’s best friend. “alright good night babe were heading off to yuga’s dorm for last minute cheer planning, i love you” mina says wrapping her arms around eijiro’s neck from behind and places many kisses on his cheek,

“goodnight babe, i love you more” eijiro says turning his head slightly to capture mina’s lips with his own. “night katsuki” mina teases and he grumbles out a goodnight to her. you turn towards hanta and smile up at him.

“goodnight hanta” you say standing on your tip toes and placing a kiss on his cheek. he smiles and kisses your head mumbling a good night, you walk over to katsuki and throw your arms around his neck from behind.

he grips your arms and continues to look at the game plan he and eijiro were currently discussing. “night katsuki” you squeeze him lightly and place a quick kiss on his head and ruffle his hair. “night eiji” you say waving at him and look at hanta.

he seems a little uncomfortable? to sell the act, you move towards him and wrap your arms around him, leave a small kiss on his lips, and link arms with aoyama as he talked about his day.

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classes went on as usual the next day. you were currently trying not to sleep as miss kayama went on and on about honestly something you couldn’t care about. you, ochaco, mina, and yuga sported the cheer uniform. mezo, katsuki, and eijiro sported their football jerseys.

you looked at hanta and he seemed to be irritated. he didnt walk with you to class this morning, he walked with denki. you peered over at denki and he quickly looked away and you squinted your eyes at him. miss kayama stood at the front as class finally concluded and she left.

you all waited for the next teacher to come and you quickly got up and stormed over to denki. “denks a word” you said and walked over to the door. he followed you out of the class. “whats up?” he asked confused and you sighed. “is something wrong with hanta?” you asked and he stared at the floor.

“he uh- he didnt like how you hugged katsuki yesterday or something like that. you had wrapped your arms around him or something im not sure he just said it looked way too intimate for someone who’s taken” he stuttered over the right choice of words. “he also thinks katsuki has the biggest crush on you” he admitted and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“he does not” you said trying to stifle a laugh at this ridiculous statement. its katsuki bakugo. the man has no time for crushes or relationships. “i can figure it out dude i’ll report back as soon as i have the information” he said saluting you. “thank you denki kaminari” you said imitating his stance. “at your service” he said jokingly and you both walked back in.

you walked over to hanta and wrapped your arms around him from behind. “hi” you said cautiously afraid he might still be bothered. “hi” he says turning his head to look at you and grabbed your hands gently. “i talked to denks and im sorry” you apologized and he squeezed your hand.

“its okay” he smiled at you and leaned in to whisper something to you. “had to put on an act after all it is fake right” he whispered to you and you nod immediately. “right” you say swallowing the lump in your throat.

fake dating the guy you’ve had a crush on for years wasnt easy. you are constantly reminded that this is only fake. hanta will never reciprocate those feelings for you. “is katsuki the guy you’ve had a crush on for years?” he asks quietly and you look at him with a crazy look.

“absolutely not” you defend and he looks around the room. “hm it cant be izuku, maybe tenya” he mutters to himself and you roll your eyes. “i will not be telling you who it is, its strictly a secret” you hiss and head over to momo and ochaco.

“you and hanta are so cute!” ochaco gushed and momo giggled. “the most perfect couple ever” she says grabbing your arm and squeezing it. “i will be cheering on my two favorite girls tonight” she says squeezing both yours and ochaco’s hands.

“we all will” you hear shoto say and the boys came into view. izuku put his arm around ochaco and she immediately hugged him close to her. tenya grabbed momo’s hand softly grabbing it. you turn to shoto and smile at him.

“any luck in the love department for you sho?” you ask him leaning back on the desk as he stood next to you almost towering over you. “no the girl i have romantic feelings for is taken” he shakes his head and you give him a sad smile. “im sorry sho” you say grabbing his arm conforting.

“wait aww were your favorite girls” you tease the boys as they have a slight blush. “well yea. tenya and i obviously have our favorite girls but youre like a sister to us!” izuku says and you smile. “yea same here” shoto said somewhat sadly and before you could ask the bell chimed.

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you walked with hanta hand in hand back to the dorms. “you nervous?” he asks looking down at you as you subtly nod that you were. you were honestly thinking about his words earlier. had to put on an act after all it is fake right, rang in your ears. “hi hanta!” you both hear and look up to see toru. he ignores her as you both pass by her and she lets out a huff.

“its not nice to ignore people you know!” she calls out obviously annoyed. “and its not nice to be chasing after someone’s boyfriend” you say as you wrap your arm around hanta’s waist as his goes around your shoulders.

“well just saying i left mashirao” she says and he stops and you look up at him. “you dont even know what you want” he says not even looking at her. “you dont even like her!” she says in a whiny voice as she stomps her foot into the ground.

hanta doesnt reply and only turns you towards him and plants a kiss on your lips. he keeps it going and you feel him smirk on your lips. you kiss back way too into your head about this. toru storms off and hanta slowly pulls away. “sorry” he whispers and your smile immediately falls.

“no problem” you say and continue the walk to the dorms. maybe im better off with shoto, you thougut. “im going up to get ready alright?” you say slightly irritated with him. he only nods and throws himself next to denki on the couch.

so much for selling an act, you thought as you stormed towards the elevator.

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you come back down an hour and a half later finally ready for the game. mina, ochaco, and yuga sqeal upon seeing you and immediately drag you outside. “BABE!” mina yelled as eijiro quickly ran out to attend to mina. the things i would do to have a man that obsessed with me, you thought as eijiro listened intently to mina and her directions.

izuku made his way out and froze upon seeing ochaco. he was speechless. “okay pose!” mina said excitedly as you stood in between yuga and ochaco. you all wrapped your arms around each other and smiled as eijiro snapped the picture.

katsuki came out with denki, kyoka, and hanta. “go beyond” eijiro said as he waited for the plus ultra from you guys. “plus ultra!” the four of you exclaimed while somewhat giggling. “we’ll take more on the field!” mina said grabbing her phone from eijiro.

“okay we all need to be out there lets go” ochaco rushed katsuki and eijiro and the group trailed behind. hanta grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. “i’ll be cheering you on” he whispers in your ear and you smile at him.

“i hear the todoroki’s are gonna be there” eijiro says and you tilt your head in confusion. “shoto isnt on the football team though?” you said and eijiro shrugs. “enji funds our school so much doesnt he?” yuga asked and izuku nodded his head. “yea he does” izuku said as he bids a goodluck to ochaco and kisses her head.

before you leave to head onto the field hanta stops you. “you’ll do great i know it” he says cupping your face with both of his hands and smiling down at you. he leans down and gives you a sweet kiss. “goodluck out there fake girlfriend” he whispers at you and pulls away to walk with the others.

you’re absolutely whipped for hanta sero.

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[nani-nonny]

Prisoner of Fear : Part 4

Masterpost | Part 3

You chose: Take Home

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Lee finally looks over his shoulder at the younger, tempted by the silence to see what the teens thinks of what he said. Sure, the most he’ll get in response is from the teen’s body language, but its better than nothing. Though, what he sees is nothing short of… peculiar.

He sees the teen has fallen asleep. But the worst part is seeing the poor teen shiver from the cold that the night brought in. And the sight… it triggers the protective part of Lee’s brain.

Lee’s slow when he raises his head from the ground, painfully straining his core from the slowest sit-up in the world. But it’s worth it in the end when he sees his pain didn’t awaken the teen.

He’s cautious when he clears his throat, raising his arms in surrender immediately. When he doesn’t get a response, he lowers to the ground on all fours and whispers, “Hey, champ… You can’t sleep out here in the cold so… don’t get mad, alright? I’m doing this for you.”

Lee waits for any kind of response, tension building in his legs and arms from remaining so still on his hands and knees for so long. He stays like that until he’s sure the teen is deep asleep and carefully scoops the teen into his arms. He pulls the teen close to his torso, holding the younger like an infant with how cautious he is. He gently pries the sword from the younger’s hand and opens a portal directly into the lair.

But this posed to be a problem.

He hadn’t realized it when he first made the portal upon their first interaction. He hadn’t known this would happen. It’s wild to think about, mind-boggling to think this would be possible.

How was he supposed to know that their powers were linked?

And how was he supposed to know that opening a portal would awaken the teen?

Lee was barely able to close the portal when the teen swatted at his face like a wild animal. His counterpart releases an inhuman screech, all teeth and beastly that promises serious injury. Long nails dig into his cheek and into his collarbone, deep enough to draw blood.

The teen pushes himself out of Lee’s arms, falling to the floor without grace and scurries away. He lunges for the nearest hiding spot, which happens to be within the gaps of the kitchen, between the countertops and ice chests of food.

Lee ignores the blood pouring from his collarbone and cheek, preferring to hold tightly to the sword than to hold down his wounds. The only thing keeping his counterpart from running away so easily is the very sword in his hand. He’s not going to let go just yet.

“Wait, Champ, wait,” Lee tries to catch the younger’s attention as he raises his hands in surrender. This notion isn’t well received with the sword in his hand, as it elicits a newfound panic from the counterpart who tries to scurry deeper within the recesses of the kitchen’s darkness.

Lee sheaths the sword into his belt and raises his hand in surrender again. He can feel the adrenaline rushing toward his wounds, numbing the pain temporarily. “It’s okay, bud, I promise not to hurt you. Okay? Look, I’ll even show you a better place to hide. It’ll be quiet, it’ll be safe, and you won’t have to see me all the time.”

Lee backs away slightly, keeping an eye on the younger as he does. He keeps backing up until he reaches the first floor’s bathroom and throws open the doors immediately. He walks in to place the sword on the floor then walks out with his arms raised in surrender again.

“There. No funny shit. Just… please. Don’t run again. The room is all yours. No one there but you,” Lee offers, ignoring the blood that drips onto the cement floor.

His counterpart is cautious, staring intently with a glare that could kill. The teen looks like he would actually kill Lee if he could at the moment. And it… it hurts Lee. It hurts more than the wounds that he knows will be a pain when the adrenaline wears off. Because he knows that look.

He messed up. He messed up badly. He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve stayed there with the teen or something. Anything that didn’t get that look in Leo’s eyes.

And if he wants to fix it, even just the smallest nail in this broken attempt at helping his counterpart. He needs to show that he’s not a threat. So he sits down and turns his back on the teen. He keeps his hands raised–to show he still doesn’t intend to do anything else. He hopes this will at least keep his younger self out of the cold.

Then he waits. He waits and he waits. He waits even as his arms begin to sting from being raised for so long, once again. And he continues to wait, even when his body sways from the amount of blood he has lost paired with the fading adrenaline.

But when he finally hears the sound of the younger getting up from his hiding spot, his heart picks up with anticipation.

There’s a chance that the teen goes for the kill. It’s something he would have done. He’s in a vulnerable position, especially as someone who pissed off the opposer. He could very well die in this very moment. But he clings to that miniscule of hope. The hope that they grew close on the tower, that the teen who fell asleep within his vicinity would deem him worthy of his life. Not that he’d willingly give it up for the teen. He fought hard for this life, he won’t give it up willy-nilly because his past self held a grudge.

Thankfully, though, he doesn’t have to fight for his life. He doesn’t have to knock out his counterpart and ruin their already messed-up relationship.

He hears his counterpart scurry past him and into the bathroom. He hears the sound of the blade scraping against the bathroom tile but the teen doesn’t come closer. Instead, he hears the sound of squeaking in the bathtub, then silence.

And when Lee takes a quick glance into the bathroom, he sees his counterpart sitting in the bathtub, holding tightly to his sword.

The sight relieves Lee immediately. The tension in his arms releases like a dam breaking and his body collapses back on the ground. He doesn’t care that he lays back in a small puddle of his own blood, and he doesn’t care that he badly wants to take a nap. But the movement makes the teen flinch in the bathtub, making the sword scrape the makeshift tub made from a broken drain and plastic swimming pool.

Lee sighs with relief and asks, “You’d like it better if the door was closed, right?”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he lethargically lifts a leg to shut the door and lets his limb fall back on the ground with a thud. It’s best if they stay clear of the door for a while, and he’ll have to be the in-between for the family and his counterpart. It’ll be way too dangerous at this point to keep the others in close contact, especially considering that he was currently the closes to the teen and this is how he is left after a singular interaction. He keeps making mental notes of how life will be for his family’s counterparts and how he has to explain what has happened in his counterpart’s absence. Worst of all, he feels the phone buzz in his belt pockets. He sighs again when he realizes the job isn’t close to done and pulls out Mikey’s phone.

He quickly texts the teens, the ones in particular who have their phones, a brief, “Found him,” then finally holds his hands against his wounds. Hopefully, they’ll come home faster than he bleeds out.

[llunepoett]

𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

Pairing: boyfriend! Soobin × Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.78 k

You've been wanting to go to this new cute little café that just opened recently for a while now. Unfortunately, your and your boyfriend's tight schedules didn't let you run straight to the café on its opening day. But, on you way back home, you would observe it eagerly, wishing you could visit as soon as possible.

Luckily, the weekend didn't take so long to come and now you finally had some spare time to go to the lovely café you've been eyeing for the past week.

Despite it being Saturday, you woke up early, the excitement rushing through your veins made you unable to sleep for a second longer.

Well, you had some dignity to not wake up your boyfriend at 7 in the morning on one of his rare weekends, so you took your time getting ready.

Firstly, you finished all the work you had left and then began getting ready. While putting on the cutest outfit and making your hair, you felt the anticipation building inside you more and more.

Once you were done and checked the time, it was already almost 10 am. Quite the time to wake Soobin up, you thought.

You went into your shared bedroom, trying not to make too much noise to save the last precious moments of your boyfriend's sleep.

"Hey, Soob..", you whispered, lightly tapping his shoulder.

It didn't take him long to fully wake up. Looking at you, Soobin could see you beaming with joy and anticipation which made him smile, too. He knew how badly you wanted to go to the café and, to be fair, he wanted it almost just as badly. He missed your cute lovely dates: both being busy, you couldn't afford going out as much as you used to.

"I'm coming right away", Soobin nodded, letting out the last yawn before getting up and going to prepare as well.

You waited patiently for him to get ready as you looked out of the window, your gaze on the café on the other side of the street - the café you were going to. It was so prettily organised, you thought. Obviously you couldn't tell much about the inside since you haven't been in yet, but you could see just how lovely it looked from the sneaky glances you took from the outside.

Soobin, as promised, didn't take too long. Deciding to match up with your outfit, he also wore something cute: a fluffy jacket and baggy jeans.

"Ahh, I can't believe we're going there today, the week flew by so fast. You look almost as cute as the café itself, by the way", you let out a content giggle as you two headed straight to the café.

"You look even cuter, though", Soobin remarked, taking your hand in his as you made your way towards the café.

It took you less than 5 minutes to get inside. Honestly, the inside was ten times better than you could've ever imagined. Everything was so nicely organised: the tables, the chairs and the cute little sofas placed on the sides of the café, the paintings on the walls - everything together brought such a cozy vibe to the place.

Even without tasting the bakery yet, you were sure you'd come here often when you had the time. The atmosphere here was so relaxing and peaceful.

However, once you two settled down and took a look at the menu, you got only more delighted by the sight. It contained so many diverse peaces of bakery, you felt like it could please everyone's taste. Numerous muffins with different flavours, cupcakes, buns, cinnamon rolls and many many more made you want to try every single dessert they could offer.

Well, for now you had to pick a few that caught your eye the most of all. It's not like you could devour all the bakery they served even if you wanted to...

So, you picked a few of your most favourite desserts and so did Soobin.

While you waited for them to be done, you chatted, recalling the times you would sit like that at some other café. You both missed these days dearly and were happy to get a chance to spend your weekend just the way you used to once again.

However, once the bakery you ordered was brought to your table and you got a taste of it, your eyes sparkled even brighter. The taste was heavenly: not too sugary, containing just the perfect amount of cream, it was perfect. Now you could proudly call the café your favorite. You definitely wouldn't miss a chance to visit it again with your boyfriend in the future.

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Hey!!! i've been seeing your Knockout posts, so i wanted to shift your focus to this face that KO makes after Starscream snaps at him in the final movie

Its small but it really speaks volume about all the shit he's had to put up with and this was his last straw

OOO YES thank you for submitting this cause you're absolutely right that his face shifted in a way that made it clear that this was the final straw.

Major Transformers: Prime and Predacons Rising spoilers. Read at your own peril.

In my opinion I honestly think that Knockout wasn't planning to knock out (heh) Starscream the way he did until Starscream told him to shut up. Based on his facial expressions I think it was a slap to the face realization moment.

His face shifts from shock/dismay at Starscream telling him to shut up, to this expression of realization.

I think it's largely bc Starscream was basically the last thing in the Decepticons that could have made him stay. Whether or not someone interprets that as friendship or Knockout being hopeful that things would be different if Starscream led is up to the viewer. I think it's a mix of both tbh. I don't know if they'd be considered full on friends but as far as we could see on screen Starscream was the last friendly face that Knockout had connection to in the Decepticons.

It also hurts a bit. Considering TfP sometimes had good theming but often had messages and themes that, in my opinion, weren't explored as well as they could have been or just weren't explored further I'm unsure if this next parallel was intentional or not. But Starscream's "Shut up you!" was said after Knockout said something kinda cheesy/punny in the evil way he does. The thing is? He used to say the cheesiest shit with Breakdown. And every time one of them started a punny line or something? The other would add to it.

In a way this moment was kind of a contrast between the two relationships. Breakdown matched his energy. I don't think Breakdown got enough screentime nor did the dynamic between Knockout and Breakdown get explored as much as it could have been but you can still get a good read on their bond. And comparing Breakdown's relationship with KO vs Starscream's it's easy to see how one lifts each other up and the other is well... rocky.

So Starscream telling him to shut up made him realize the distinct difference from his relationship with Breakdown. It basically told Knockout Imo that Starscream didn't like or care about him the way a companion should. And with that realization came the realization that he really had nothing left with the Decepticons. Not even the last person he had a semi-positive relationship with actually cared about him.

Some people think Knockout's defection was just shoved in willy nilly but, in my opinion, as far as side switching goes, Knockout is honestly the only Decepticon that I think made sense even if it was rushed. I know some people say it was badly done which, totally fair. Though I would have loved to see more buildup and a sort of, episode to remind viewers how shitty he was treated so his defection felt more natural plus more bonding with Breakdown to give us a better sense that they were close, Knockout's defection honestly? Made sense if you thought about it.

Enough shitty stuff happened to him bc of being in the Decepticons, add to the fact that with Breakdown gone he was now entirely alone to warrant a side change. And from the get go he never seemed particularly loyal to the Decepticons as a whole. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Knockout joined the Decepticons for the ✨ aesthetic ✨/hj. He's already shown a tendency to enjoy roaming and doing his own thing. So him ditching when there's nothing left worth staying for? Very in character I think.

I wish it got more attention than just a brief plot point in Predacons Rising but like, TfP had been cancelled so I kinda get it.

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Tourniquet - Chapter Four

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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The Things She Carried

She hadn’t seen him in years. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. God, she wanted to so badly. She wanted to run into his arms, bury her face in his chest and fall asleep. She wanted to wake up next to him, count each freckle in the golden light of dawn. She wanted it all, she wanted him. 

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to track him down, drive across the miles and land at his doorstep. She couldn’t imagine facing him after so long away, couldn’t bear the thought that he’d cast her away like some old trinket destined for the bin. 

She couldn’t risk it. She was road-weary and drained to the point of constant pain. Every muscle ached; every bone felt hollow and brittle. She was exhausted in her soul. She was done. 

Late at night she would lie awake and stare at whatever ceiling was overhead replaying her life, her choices good and bad. 

Maybe things would be different if she had run away with him when they were kids. Maybe she should have crossed the little stream sooner, hidden with him in the tall grass until they could escape and disappear forever. Would life be so different? Would they be together? Alive? Would the world still be turning if not for the sacrifices he’d made?

What about the sacrifices she’d made? What about all the days she spent alone, holding herself as blood seeped through her fingers? All the times she dropped everything to be there for him, all the days she spent worrying, all the nights she spent giving him whatever he needed whenever he needed it. Would anyone even remember her when she was gone? Would he?

Fuck him. He ruined one of the most important moments in her life. He stole her chance to say goodbye. While she reeled from his kiss, tried to make sense of his affection, the only other man she had ever loved had died. 

He died and she wasn’t there. He died knowing she wasn’t around. 

Fuck him for that. Fuck him for sleepless nights on the phone calming him down, listening to every trial and tribulation of his life. Fuck him for miles spent rushing to his side to wrap her heart around his wounds, staunch the flow. 

Fuck him for every kiss. 

Fuck him for every touch. 

For every fucking moment. 

The boy with the green eyes. 

Roswell, New Mexico, 2015. 

A string of murders of suspicious nature led older residents to announce that the aliens had returned to take revenge on the naysayers and folks there only to make a buck on the sacred landing spot. 

Y/N hadn’t been able to resist such a ridiculous scene and spent a week there investigating. 

In the end, they were just regular old murders committed by a regular old crazy person. No demons, no ghosts, and certainly no aliens were to be found. 

With nowhere else to be, she hung around the desert for a few more days, enjoying the sun and the dry air. 

She almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang, but curiosity had brought her to New Mexico in the first place, so there was no reason to deny its hold. 

Luckily, it wasn’t him. 

It was Sam. 

“Well, if it isn’t baby boy Winchester.” She laid back on the hood of her car and kicked up a knee. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

He sounded terrible. Lack of sleep or too much stress, she couldn’t tell. She didn’t know Sam as well. Hadn’t studied him as closely, hadn’t learned every tick of speech, the meaning behind every subtle sigh.

Still, he didn’t sound great. 

“What’s going on, Sam?” 

He hesitated, swallowed hard, shifted the phone to his other ear. “I hate to ask you, I know you’re… Well, you’ve got your own thing going on, but-” 

Her eyes closed, her stomach churned. 

“Is he OK?” She couldn’t stop the tremble in her voice and she hated it. 

Sam cleared his throat. “No. No, I don’t think so.” 

“Shit.” 

Last she’d heard through the grapevine, Dean had died, again, and come back as a demon. She didn’t get a call back then, so for Sam to ask for help now- it was bad.

“I think he’d, uh… really like to see you.” 

The eleven-hour drive seemed endless, but it gave her time to think. 

No matter what she did, he would always be a part of her. No matter how far she ran, tried to hide, he would always win out in the end. It was useless to fight it, stupid to even try. 

Sam had given her directions to their place and Y/N stood outside of what looked to be an industrial hobbit hole.  

She leaned on her car and stared at the hill. There was still time to turn tail and hit the highway. He’d never even know she had been there. 

She fiddled with the chain around her neck, sucked on the metal pendant. It was warmed from her body heat though she always believed it got hotter when he was close. 

“Damn it, Y/N/N, just go in…” She groaned and turned away, too scared to go inside. Scared or mad, she didn’t know which. 

Just as she put one foot in the car, the big doors opened and Sam appeared. 

He was tall and tired, with a shadow on his jaw and worry in his eyes. She wondered vaguely if she had ever seen Sam without that crease in his aura, if he’d ever been truly calm and happy. 

“You gonna come in or-”

She sighed and shut the door. “How’d you know I was here?” 

He shrugged and gave her a mischievous look. “I may have been tracking your phone.” 

“What! Sam…” 

He smiled and then pushed at the door, holding it open for her. 

“You coming?” 

“Well, it’d be stupid to run away now.” 

She followed him into the hobbit hole and through another, heavier door. The first room was basically a dark hallway, four steps down from the outer doors and a few paces to the next. The walls were old concrete and the light was dim. She held no hope for nicer things to come. 

She was very wrong. 

Her little gasp echoed when she walked through the second door. The cave-like entry gave way to an expansive room that took her breath away. A wrought iron balcony met intricate stairs that wound down forever. The room below was set up with a large, map-covered table that glowed, antique computers and machines that looked as if they were sourced from a 1950’s horror movie. 

Clasping the rail, Y/N leaned over a bit, trying to comprehend the size of everything but her head hurt. She looked back at Sam and shook her head, eyes wide with awe. 

“You live here?” 

Sam nodded and shrugged. He smiled at her wild wonder and stood beside her at the railing. “There’s more. It’s, uh- it’s a really big place.” 

“Tell me you have a bowling alley or an arcade hiding somewhere in here.” 

He laughed. “No, but we do have a tv. Well, I do. In my room.” 

Y/N whistled, mockingly impressed. “Wow. Real rockin’ bachelor pad, Sam.” 

He licked his lips and looked down at his hands. His knuckles were pale, fingers cold against the metal. “Yeah, well, we don’t get many visitors.” 

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed gently. “Wanna show me the rest?”

The Men of Letters Bunker was just as impressive as he made it sound. They toured the halls while Sam explained how they came to be there, speaking candidly about his grandfather’s reappearance and how strange it was to finally have a real place to call home. 

She listened to every word, now and then offering a kind word or an interested hum. Her mind was reeling at the enormity of the Bunker. She ran her fingers over the dips between the tiles on the walls, listened carefully to how Sam’s voice echoed off of the cathedral ceilings and back again. She counted their steps, tried to construct a map in her mind so that she could find her way back to the front door, but the path was full of turns and every corridor looked the same as the last. The numbers on the doors changed, however, but they weren’t in any order that she could define. 

They stopped in front of door number eleven, and Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. His gaze narrowed on the gap between the door and the jam. The light inside was on, but he knew Dean wasn’t there. 

“This is his room?” she asked, wanting to push her way inside but afraid to pry. 

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

She placed her hand on the door and closed her eyes. She wanted to go in and wait for him, be laid out on the bed like some porn star when he walked in, but she knew better. 

The kitchen was impressive in an old restaurant that had never been upgraded kinda way, but the pantry was pitiful. Thankfully, there were a few eggs in the fridge and a half of a loaf of white bread on the shelf. Sam left her to it and she got to work making an utter mess of the counter and stove. 

She didn’t expect him back soon and he hadn’t expected to see her at all. 

“Y/N?” 

Her entire being tensed when she heard his voice and she took a breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. Spatula dripping in her hand, she screwed up a smile. 

“Surprise.” 

Every emotion imaginable flowed over his freckled face and Y/N waited for him to process before saying another word. Green eyes worked her over, lingering on the smudge on her cheek and the mess on her shirt. 

Finally, he smiled. 

“Nice surprise.” 

Her body relaxed. “Is it?” 

“Of course.” 

Dean rushed forward, rounding the giant stainless steel island, and scooped her up into a hug. 

Relief trickled down her spine and she wrapped her arms around him, pushed her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like whiskey and sleepless nights. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He whispered into her shoulder and held on a little tighter. 

He was big and strong, solid and safe. She melted into him; listened for the comforting, steady beat of his heart. 

The necklace burned into her chest and she smiled. 

After a minute, she pushed at his shoulders but he refused to let her go. 

“You’re gonna make me burn your toast!”

He stood up straight and held her arms. “Toast? You’re making a real big mess for toast.” 

She squirmed out of his grip and turned back to the stove. “It’s French.” 

They sat at the little table in the corner and drowned the snack in maple syrup and butter. 

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at him. His face was thin; his beard slowly sneaking out of captivity. His eyes were dark, lined with red, and he held himself differently, as if every second was painful, as if he was having trouble sitting still. 

He was staring just as hard, shocked that she was there after being gone for so long. 

“Your hair’s different,” he said around a mouthful of French toast.

She cocked her head and ran a hand through her locks. “I guess,” she laughed. “It’s been a while since I cut it. Probably should.” 

Dean shook his head gently. “Nah. I like it.” 

It wasn’t even really a compliment but she took it as one. Her stomach flipped and she hated herself for enjoying such a tiny amount of attention. She was older now, wiser, stronger. She didn’t need his approval or his affection. 

“Thanks.” 

“This is…nice. Thank you for cooking.” 

Y/N laughed and choked down a corner. “It’s terrible and you know it.”

Dean shrugged and took another forkful to his lips. “It ain’t that bad.” He shoveled it in and then cringed, plucked a crunchy bit from his tongue. “I… think there’s shell in this one.”

She grinned. “I’m surprised there’s not more, actually. You know I’m a shitty cook.”

He laughed. “Always have been.” 

“It’s kinda my thing.” 

A strange moment passed between them like an autumn breeze. The air was warm but the wind was too harsh, chilling their cheeks. Y/N looked away, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands up the sides. Dean swallowed and sat back; knife and fork in his fists beside the plate. 

“So, how ya been?” 

Y/N looked around, pretending to inspect the kitchen walls, but only trying to buy herself time to think up an answer. 

“Oh, you know me, Dean. Another day, another highway, another monster to kill.” 

He licked a drop of syrup from his lip. “Musta been busy.” 

She nodded. “Yeah, pretty busy.” 

“Too busy to answer a text? Pick up the phone now and then?” 

Her guts churned. “Dean, it’s not like that…” 

He slumped forward, set his forearms on the table. “Oh, it’s like that. You vanished, Y/N/N.” 

His tone was biting and she shivered. 

“Dean-” 

“You just took off. No goodbye, nothing.” 

Anger was brewing inside and her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table. “Dean.” 

“We burned him. Without you.”

Something inside of her shattered. The words cut through her like a scythe; his tone burned like salt in the sliced flesh. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes, and tried to push it all aside. 

“You left,” he seethed, upper lip trembling and exposing his tiny canine teeth. She always thought they looked like fangs, always loved the way they scraped across her throat. “We burned him and you weren’t there. I- we needed you and you left. You ran away to God knows where and that was it. We needed you, Y/N. I… I needed you.” 

With fists balled, she stood up, spun away from the table. She bit her tongue so hard she was sure her mouth would fill with blood. 

Dean laughed sarcastically. “Yeah. Walk away again. That’s awesome.” 

Her spine twitched. Nails dug into her palms. 

She tasted blood. 

“So fucking good at walking away when people need you.” 

She snapped. 

“Excuse me?” 

Her spin around was so fast, her hands slammed onto the table so hard that Dean startled and dropped his utensils. Unconsciously, he sat back, putting as much distance between him and the lioness he’d just unleashed. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her words curled but there was no question. She was giving him a speck of a chance to apologize before she truly exploded. “Well… are you?” 

Dean sucked his teeth, crossed his arms, sat forward. He met her gaze head on. His nostrils flared. 

“You left,” he said again, slowly, venomously. 

Y/N pulled in a deep breath but instead of calming her, it only added to the fire. “You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean.” 

He shook his head, confused. “Huh?” 

“You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean,” she said again, injecting as much slashing accusation into her voice as she could. “You never do. You expect me to show up whenever you want me, drop whatever I’m doing to come meet you somewhere so you can fuck your frustrations out on me then kick me out of bed in the morning. Do you know how many bruises I have from tripping over the curb when you drive away? How many nights I’ve stayed awake worrying about you? Praying for you? Not to mention all the nights I had to stay on the phone with you while you blubbered on about this and that, and your brother, and your angel, and your destiny. Do you know how much of my life I’ve spent waiting on a fucking phone call from you? How many days I’ve wasted just hoping you’d ask to see me? You can’t imagine it. You wouldn’t. Because you don’t care.” 

Anger and guilt flooded his face. He swung his legs around from under the table and stood up, towering over her with a puffed chest and searing eyes. 

“You think I don’t care about you?” He hunched his shoulders, leaning down to let it all sink in. “Is that really what you think?” 

She took a step closer. She wouldn’t back down no matter his size or the angry fire pulsing off of him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Yeah, Dean,” she said sharply. “It is. Because it’s fucking true. You don’t give a shit about me, you never have. I’m just a goddamned Band-Aid for you. Something you put on when you’ve got a booboo and then rip off and toss away. And the one time I needed you. The one fucking time…” 

Dean was seeing red; his blood was boiling and brightening his pallid face. 

“When? When the fuck did you need me so badly!” 

She grit her teeth, showed her fangs for once. “He was my father, Dean.” 

He scoffed. “No. He wasn’t.” 

“Fuck you for saying that! He was my father the same as, if not more so than he was yours and he died while I was in the dark wondering how I could help you. You! You fucked me up in that hospital room and then you left me alone to deal with it. And he died while I was in there! He died and I wasn’t there because I was dealing with you!” 

Dean straightened, but he didn’t move to speak. He only absorbed her ire and let it burn inside of him. 

“Always dealing with you! My whole goddamned life revolves around Dean Winchester! And you know what I got for all the care and time and worry I poured into you? Nothing. I get fucking nothing. I have never been so lost as when he died and you… You didn’t ask me to stay. Didn’t… didn’t check on me. The only calls I got were from you begging me to help with Sam and to meet you in Oswego for a fucking booty call. That’s all I am to you. I’m your fucking whore.”

He huffed, chewed his lip. “That is not true!”

She wouldn’t stop, couldn’t. The simple act of raising her voice, of confronting him after everything had opened a tap that she couldn’t close. 

“And you spent a whole goddamned fucking year with her. A year! I didn’t even know if you were alive, dead, nothing. You promised to call me. You swore. And nothing. You went to her. You- did you even think of me? Did you even think, ‘oh, maybe I’ll go be with Y/N for a while’? Well? Did you?” 

His eyes closed. “No, Y/N. I didn’t.” 

“I have given you years of my life and you’ve just… Fuck, I don’t even know if you take me for granted or if you don’t even notice if I’m around or not. I honestly don’t know.”

She turned away, exhausted and aching. 

She couldn’t see the way he rubbed at the curse on his arm, didn’t notice the rage glowing in his eyes. She didn’t feel the danger because she never felt it around him. She could scream all she wanted, but she knew Dean wouldn’t hurt her. 

“If you hate me so goddamn much, why are you even here? Huh? What, did Sammy call you? Tell you I wasn’t doin’ so well?” 

Each word snapped at her like kitchen shears and Y/N spun back around. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” 

As tears fell, she raised her right hand, ready to slap him hard; show him she wasn’t fooling around. 

The Mark swelled on his arm and shot demonic power into his veins. 

Dean grabbed her wrist before she made contact with his cheek and took two steps forward, forcing her backwards into the wall. He slammed her hand onto the plaster and followed suit with her left hand. She gasped, scared but daring him, and he sneered down at her. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Ever. Hit me.”  

The Mark glowed beside her head and she looked from it to him, stuck and devastated. 

“Do you hear me!” 

Strength pulsed through him and Dean lifted her away from the wall only to crush her back into it. 

Her eyes blurred, her head ached; her ears rang. 

“Dean-” 

“You think you know anything about me? You don’t know what I’ve been through! You haven’t been around!” 

His grip tightened on her wrists and she felt the bone in the right twist. 

“Dean! You’re hurting me!”

It seemed he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t let the anger dim. His breath came out in heavy pants through tight lips and clenched teeth; his eyes were like lasers targeting her arteries and setting him up for the kill. 

“Dean!” 

Another tear trekked down her cheek and it caught his attention. 

Dean blinked quickly, clearing his head, and then backed away. He dropped her hands and covered his face, turned his back on her. 

Y/N couldn’t move. 

Silence filled the room and their heads. Guilt ravaged their bodies. 

Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall, slumped to the floor. 

When she could finally speak, her voice was small and pathetic and she hated herself even more. 

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.” 

Calmer now, Dean turned to find her in a heap on the floor and sank down as well. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N/N. I… fuck. Did I hurt you?” 

She shook her head and sat up straight, kicked her knees up to her chest. 

He crawled to her, tried to lay a hand on her knee, but she flinched away. 

“Shit,” he hissed. “I’m so sorry.” 

Y/N let out a hard breath and let her shoulders fall. She trusted him. She didn’t trust that thing on his arm. 

She nodded toward it. “Is it really bad?” 

He rolled up his sleeve and showed off his brand. Curious and horrified, she unfurled herself and leaned in, running a careful finger across the Mark. The flesh was hot, the skin raised and rough. She covered it with her hand and looked up into his face. 

“I can’t take it much more,” he whispered. “It’s gonna take over and I don’t wanna go back there.” 

Her heart hurt. “You don’t have to let it take you. You’re strong. You’re so fucking strong, Dean. So brave. So good.” 

He smiled softly and bent over; kissed her hand. 

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.” 

She sniffed back the tears and reached for him. 

“I coulda just kept my mouth shut,” she confessed. 

Dean lay his head on her shoulder and tugged her close. “No. You shouldn’t have to. I’ll be better, I promise.” 

“You don’t have to be better, Dean.” She turned inwards and pressed her lips to his ear. “You just have to be you.” 

His arms closed a little tighter, he breathed a little slower. 

“I really don’t deserve you, you know that?” 

She sighed and rubbed at the nape of his neck. 

“Shut up, Dean.” 

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