#like i cried in a public bathroom for the first time since graduating

[randomprose]

and i will walk this world alone

shoko’s tears aren’t shallow, but their world gives her enough reason to grieve—shoko-centric [ao3]

Shoko doesn’t cry.

Never in public because what is there for her to cry about? Rare and special Reverse Cursed Technique user Ieiri Shoko, kept safe in Jujutsu High’s fortress, too precious and valuable to be sent to the field lest they loose the only person in her generation with the ability to heal and undo a curse’s damage. 

(What a way to be rare and special, but what good is that when she can’t reverse the damage done permanently? What good is her technique if she can’t keep her friends from setting up permanent residence in the campus graveyard?)

Never in the quiet of the dorms because Gojo and Geto have the habit of sneaking into her room and into her bed when the going gets the toughest, when the days and the missions will get the best of Gojo and Geto, especially after the incident with Riko. Shoko hears the silent sobs and the muffled screams after a nightmare through the thin walls. 

Not even in the morgue when the only ones who might hear her are the curses she’s dissecting to study and the people—peers, colleagues, upperclassmen, classmates, friends—she’s had to do autopsies on because it’s just her luck to have a rare and special cursed technique able to reverse engineer a curse’s effect. 

Shoko cries in the shower. 

She does it in the dorm’s shared bathrooms when everyone’s done for the day, and she knows none of her peers, all of them boys, would use the baths or dare step even in the locker area once they hear the shower in the third stall running for fear of being accused of a peeping tom.

It’s something she’s done since coming to Jujutsu High. Shoko’s tears aren’t shallow, but their world gives her enough reason to grieve.

But as far as everyone knows, Shoko doesn’t cry. 

Not where anyone can see. Not in the dorms where her friends are likely to seek out her comfort. Not in the morgue or the infirmary where there is no room for emotions and certainly not tears when a comrade is bleeding and clinging to life on the operating table or is lying cold and lifeless under a white sheet. 

So Shoko cries in the shower. The tears stop when she turns the water off.

—

When she was doing Haibara’s autopsy, she made the mistake of looking at his pale face and felt he throat seize just as her vision blurred. She promptly stepped out to compose herself and smoked half a pack of Marlboro reds before going back to finish the job.

After Haibara’s body was put in the incinerator and she’d had written her report, Shoko wept on the floor of the dorm’s third shower stall for the rest of the night until the water turned cold.

Her eyes were dry by the time of the funeral. 

—

In Shinjuku when she met Geto, Shoko had taunted him because she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. She called Gojo in hopes to talk some sense into their friend and then watched him disappear into the busy crowd with nothing but a saccharine smile and a carefree backhand wave as a farewell.

Later, she would find herself forever wishing she had done more to keep him.

Under the assault of the shower’s cold water, she turned in her hand the lighter he used to light her cigarette with, a modest parting gift. It’s a Zippo with a matte finish and a small ‘傑’ engraved on the lower right corner, the same one he’s always used to light their smokes since their first year. Shoko was with him when he bought it after getting their first paycheck. 

Flipping it open, she ran her thumb through the flint wheel and watched with a dead-eyed stare as a small flame flickered before the water overhead quickly extinguished it.

Shoko wept, clutching the lighter close to her chest, and choked on her sobs as she realized she would never see her best friend again. 

—

When Nanami graduated and decided to leave the sorcerer life, Shoko cried in the shower of her college dorm.

She cried because she was sad to see him go but happy that he had saved himself. Yet, there was also a horrible part of her that was furious and disgustingly jealous because how come he got to leave but rare and special Shoko had to stay? Why did Nanami have the choice to go but Shoko was only allowed out to get a medical degree for formalities sake before being reeled back in? Even then, they still had a hold on her because she was still required to do shifts at Jujutsu High Infirmary and perform autopsies in the morgue in exchange for the school paying for her full ride to college and medical school—something that was also decided for her. 

On Nanami’s first day back as an official part of Jujutsu High’s staff, Shoko met his eye across the staff room and gave him a commiserating nod as Gojo slung an arm over his junior and attempted to give him a noogie. 

“You’re making a big mistake. I hope you know that.”

“You never left, Ieiri-san.”

“But you did,” Shoko said, sending him a wry grin. “And yet here you are again.”

She went home after his welcome party drunk and cried in her bathtub because whywhywhy. Nanami got out. He did the thing none of them could, so why did he came back? 

Yet she really meant it when she said, ‘Welcome back, Nanami. I missed your grumpy face’ but, god, does she felt horrible because even as she said it all, the while she was thinking, ‘I’m happy you’re here again. I know I shouldn’t be, but misery loves company.’

It’s tragic as it is wonderful, and to alleviate her guilt, Shoko paid for their tab on the first night they went out as colleagues.

—

When Gojo brought Geto’s lifeless body after the fight, Shoko didn’t cry.

She didn’t cry when Gojo laid out the body of their best friend in the morgue. She didn’t cry when Gojo dropped his weight on the nearest chair and pulled her against him in a bone-crushing hug, muffling his cries of anguish by burying his face on her torso and soaking the front of her shirt. She didn’t cry as she cleaned Geto as best she could after Gojo had let her go. 

Shoko didn’t cry when they decided to bury Geto because neither of them could bring themselves to destroy their best friend’s body, and she didn’t cry as she once again held Gojo’s shaking form as rib-rattling sobs wracked his body.

It happened a month later after she’d passed her report on Geto’s death, after the whole thing had been discussed and rehashed by the higher-ups over and over, after the rebuilding had started, and after Gojo had been sent out to a mission overseas. It happened after her shift at the infirmary, after getting her nails done that afternoon, doing some errands, and right after eating the first decent dinner she’d had in weeks. 

Shoko cried on a random Tuesday night in her bathroom as soon as she turned the shower on and the first drops of water hit.  She felt like an idiot going through the motions of cleaning herself even as the tears wouldn’t stop falling, but she stayed under the shower long after the hot water ran out. 

—

Shoko didn’t cry when she found out Nanami and Yaga died. 

With Nanami, she already knew the inevitable the day he came back to be a sorcerer. And Yaga—well. The old man has had a hit on his head since he stopped being the higher-ups’ lapdog. She’s just relieved neither of them ended up on her table.

The first and only time Shoko cried in public was when Sukuna had killed Gojo. 

Shoko has had a lifetime of watching her friends and colleagues die, but Gojo Satoru was always supposed to be the exception. The ultimate untouchable. 

The first tears that fell were more out of shock. They slid down her cheeks before she hastily wiped her face dry with a violent swipe of her hands.

Ui Ui and Kirara collected Gojo’s body from the battlefield and delivered him straight to her operating table. 

Time to put Ieiri Shoko’s rare and special cursed technique to the ultimate test. She was going to pull the Six Eyes, their generation’s Strongest Sorcerer and her best and oldest friend, from the jaws of death. 

—

Shoko didn’t bring back Gojo Satoru. 

It’s not that she couldn’t, but more that his spirit was no longer willing. He was content to stay where he is and Shoko could not resent him for that. Not after everything he’d been through. Not after everything they’ve been through. 

After the memorial, the Gojo clan collected their prized possession and Shoko let them without putting up a fight.

When she was done tending to the wounded and signing off autopsy reports on their dead, Shoko went back to the quarters the school had temporarily provided for her while the rebuilding efforts in the country are on the way. She strips as she went and stepped into her shower with the heater set to the hottest temperature. 

And then, finally, she cried.

Shoko cried for all her friends, all she’d lost, and all that remained. 

The mortality rate of Jujutsu Sorcerers is absurdly high and their average lifespan is laughably low. Shoko would never begrudge her friends for going when they did, but she just wished she didn’t have to be the one left behind, wished she wasn’t the one to disprove the statistics.

She wept and sobbed and wailed. The running water failed to muffle the sound of her grief reverberating against the tiled walls, her sorrow and misery echoing all around her. 

When she felt she’d cried all the tears she’d shed in this lifetime and was sure the water running down her face was only coming from her showerhead, she finally turned the water off. 

Shoko stepped out of her shower and wiped herself with a towel almost on auto-pilot. When she looked up to stare at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes are dry.

Her grief perseveres—bone-deep and weary, heavy and suffocating, tucked under her ribcage forevermore—but the tears always stop when she turns the water off.

[larkawolfgirl]

Cloti Questions

Rate the Ship - 

NOTP | Ew/uncomfortable | Eh |Alright | I like it! | They look nice together| Let’s do it! | OTP | OTP of OTPs

Who realized they were in love first- Cloud

Who said “I love you” first- Tifa

How did they fall in love? – Cloud fell in love with Tifa because she was the only person in Nibelheim who didn’t treat him as if he was “the other” of the village. Tifa fell in love with him because he was the only person who was truly different in Nibelheim. When they remeet in the future, she falls in love with him again because of realizing how much he’s gone through and all she wants is to be there to help and support him through it.

How was their first kiss? – Cloud kissed her on the skywheel 😊

Who proposed? – Cloud

Who is the best man/men? – Barret and Nanaki

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? – Aerith and Yuffie

Who did the most planning? – Tifa

Who stressed the most? – Both of them are nervous about the big day, but Tifa is more stressed about the actual party

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? – Sephiroth lol, Rufus

Who is the one to instigate things? – Cloud originally, but once Tifa has confirmation that Cloud does also have feelings for her then she instigates most of their physical touches, at least the more casual and public ones

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? – Tifa. Cloud left her alone in Advent Children to take care of Denzel and Marlene

Who is the stricter parent? - Cloud

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Cloud

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Tifa

Who is the more loved parent? – Tifa

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? –Tifa

Who cried the most at graduation? – Tifa

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? – Both of them, but Tifa would probably be quicker because she would be more likely to jump into action right away while Cloud would be more likely to strategize more of a plan first

Who does the most cooking? – Cloud. I feel like Tifa knows how to cook more since she cooked for her dad, but Cloud enjoys it more and would offer to cook for her on the days that she works.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? –I feel like Cloud would eat more things than Tifa (even if he doesn’t like them), but he would be more vocal about the things he doesn’t like.

Who does the grocery shopping? – Cloud

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? – Tifa

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Tifa

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? – I don’t think either of them would, but I guess Cloud especially if he had an episode

Who cleans the room? - Tifa

Who cleans up after the pets? - Cloud

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Cloud

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? – Cloud

Who takes the longer showers/baths? – Tifa

Who takes the dog out for a walk? – Cloud

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? –Tifa especially since she’s working late hours at the bar

Who plays the most pranks? – Tifa

Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background- Tifa

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror- Tifa

Who buys the other cheesy gifts- Tifa

Who initiated the first kiss- Cloud

Who kisses the other awake in the morning- Cloud

Gives nose/forehead kisses - Tifa

Who starts tickle fights- Tifa

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower- Cloud

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch- Cloud

Who was nervous and shy on the first date – Both of them

Gets jealous the most- Cloud

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Tifa

Who kills/takes out the spiders- Cloud

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk- Tifa

When I started shipping it- The first time I watched Advent Children (which was my first exposure to ffvii). They felt like a married couple to me. Then my sister told me a summary of the game and I loved that they were childhood friends and that Tifa was so supportive to Cloud even after not seeing him for so long. I also always through they looked really nice together.

What makes me happy about them- I like how they have both been pining for each other for years but are too shy to tell each other how they feel. I also love how Tifa not only supports what Cloud is going through but just silently accepts him. He has all these conflictions about him but she never calls him out for any of them.

What makes me sad about them- It makes me sad that in Advent Children Cloud was feeling so down on himself, basically feeling like he wasn’t good enough to be with her, Marlene, and Denzel.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me- I have only read poly fic so far and I haven’t noticed anything about their dynamic that has annoyed me.

Things I look for in fanfic- Them talking about how much they pined for each other and them sharing this special intimacy with each other. In one fic I read, Tifa had felt really insecure about her body and didn’t like anyone staring at her, but she specifically told Cloud to look at her because he was special. I love stuff like that.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other- Aerith

My happily ever after for them- them getting married and living as this little family with Denzel, Marlene, and Barret. Possibly having their own kids too 😊

[kayvsworld]

so i was told off for taking allergy meds today (bc i was trying to avoid being told off for having allergies like last time) and that was bad

fortunately: i saw TWO gees and one of the kids im tutoring talked excitedly about robots to me in french for an hour so im on fuckin CLOUD NINE 

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part ii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: slight (consensual!!) somnophilia, cockwarming, public sex, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral (m+f receiving), Osamu has a dick piercing

3.3k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You woke up to Osamu crawling into your bed.

“Good morning, princess,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

“Morning,” you mumbled as he kissed your forehead.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I just wanted to hold ya for a lil’ while,” he said. You nodded and closed your eyes again.

Osamu’s cock was pressing against your clothed cunt.

“Samu,” you groaned.

“Just sleep, princess,” he mumbled, pushing down his boxers. He rutted his cock against your pussy. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking along your skin as he rutted against you. You spread your legs slightly, giving him a better angle.

“Good girl,” he breathed. He reached down, rubbing your clit through your thin panties.

“Want more,” you moaned.

“Wanna warm my cock, princess?” Osamu asked.

“Please,” you whimpered as he played with your clit. He pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid inside you. You moaned as he pulled your leg over his hip to push deeper inside of you.

“There we go,” Osamu sighed. You sighed as you closed your eyes and cuddled against his broad chest. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

You yawned and nodded, drifting back to sleep, stretched and full.

The second time you woke up, Osamu was gently rocking into you.

“Samu,” you mumbled as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside you.

“Shh, shh, baby, let me take care of ya,” he said. He reached down and circled your clit with his fingers. You moaned softly.

“Ya were squeezin’ me so tight in yer sleep, must’ve been havin’ a good dream,” Osamu teased.

You had, in fact, dreamed of something along the lines of this.

“Dreamt about you,” you moaned, moving your hips against his.

“Yeah?” Osamu asked, timing his slow thrusts with yours. “What about me?”

“This,” you said. “‘Cept you kissed me.”

“Like this?” He asked, kissing you softly. You sighed into the kiss.

“Yeah,” you said, breathlessly after he pulled away.

He leaned his forehead against yours, looking at you with soft, grey eyes.

“Gonna fill ya up again, okay?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

You whined as he pinched your clit, driving you closer to your own orgasm.

“Samu,” you moaned. “Gonna cum.”

“Cum with me, baby,” he moaned. You cried out as you creamed around his cock as he painted your insides white.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Good morning,” you said, pulling away from him.

“Do you want to go to Osaka with me today?” He asked. “I’m opening a new location and need to look at a few different areas.”

“If you make me breakfast,” you said, smiling.

“Deal.” Osamu pecked your lips and slowly pulled out of you before hopping out of your bed.

You sighed happily and laid back in bed for a moment. You listened to Osamu moving around in the kitchen before hopping up and walking into your bathroom.

You quickly showered and brushed your teeth before getting dressed in a short, black skirt and a white Onigiri Miya shirt.

In the kitchen, Osamu had opted to make omurice. He was just plating the second plate when you entered.

“Who said ya could be so cute?” Osamu asked, looking you up and down. You smiled as your cheeks burned.

“Who said you could be so handsome?” You shot back. Even in just a pair of black briefs, Osamu was the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

“Bon appetit,” he said, placing both plates on the table. You smiled as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Thank you,” you said. You ate in relative silence, playing a childish game of footsies under the table.

“Let me go get dressed and we’ll leave,” Osamu said after the two of you finished eating.

“I’ll be here,” you said as he kissed your forehead.

You fiddled with your phone as you waited. You had a few new texts, all from the MSBY boys who had all apparently gotten your number from Osamu the day before.

‘hey it’s uncle tsumu,’ Atsumu texted. You smiled and saved his number under ‘Uncle Tsumu’ before texting back.

‘hi uncle tsumu,’ you responded. You opened and responded to the rest of the boys, saving their numbers and momentarily fangirling over the fact that you now had your favourite volleyball players’ numbers.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping into the kitchen. He was dressed casually, in jeans and an Onigiri Miya shirt that matched your own.

“Nice shirt,” you teased.

“It’s my restaurant,” Osamu said.

You laughed as you followed him out of the door and to the car.

“We have to be back by 7 to pick up yer mom,” Osamu said as he started the car.

You frowned at the mention of her.

“Hey, no pouting,” he said. “I didn’t even sleep with her last night. Like you asked.”

“She’s still your wife, you’re going to have to eventually fuck her again,” you said.

“What do ya want me to do?” Osamu asked. “Leave her?”

You stayed silent.

“Give it some time, it’ll be suspicious if I ask for a divorce right after I met ya,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh.

“How much time?” You asked.

“Let’s say, six months,” he said. “That’s long enough that it doesn’t seem suspicious.”

“You won’t sleep with her?” You asked.

“Promise, princess,” he said.

“What about when I go back to school?” You asked.

“I’ll come visit you,” he said. You nodded, satisfied with his answers.

The ride was long and filled with questions of you and Osamu getting to know each other better.

When you finally arrived in Osaka, Osamu grabbed your hand as you walked towards the subway. You smiled widely and intertwined your fingers with his.

“Don’t wanna lose ya in the crowd,” he teased, pulling you closer to him. You grabbed onto his arm and smiled up at him.

“You’re so tall, I’m pretty sure you could spot me if we got separated,” you said.

“Maybe I just want to hold yer hand,” he said.

“Maybe I want to hold yours,” you said.

He smiled down at you.

It took a few hours to check out three locations for the new Onigiri Miya.

“We still have a few hours before we have to be back,” Osamu said. “Ya wanna go get lunch?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Osamu?” You teased.

“If I am?” He said.

“I’d say yes,” you said.

“Then, I definitely am,” he said, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

You ended up in a small restaurant near the last location you had checked on.

“You come here often?” Osamu joked as you sat at a small table.

“I actually do go to school around here,” you said.

“Really?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“Kansai University in Suita,” you said.

“Oh, so yer not just good at volleyball, yer smart too?” Osamu asked.

“I am,” you said.

“And humble, wow,” he said. You smiled at him.

“Where did you go to school?” You asked.

“Otemae in Nishinomiya,” Osamu said. “Majored in business.”

“And then you opened Onigiri Miya right after you graduated?” You asked.

“Yep,” he said. The two of you chatted as you ate.

“Ooo, we still have two hours before we have to leave,” Osamu said, glancing at his phone.

“We can just walk around until we find something,” you said. “Who knows, we might find somewhere to put Onigiri Miya.”

Osamu nodded as he paid for your food.

You grabbed his hand as you stepped out onto the street and immediately pulled him down a street of cute, little shops. You wandered into shop after shop, dragging Osamu behind you as you tried on clothes.

“That’s cute,” Osamu said as you twirled around in a sundress covered in sunflowers.

“You think?” You asked. “Not too short?”

“Oh, definitely,” Osamu said, running his hand up your bare thigh. “I can already see the cute little panties you wore today.”

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he popped the elastic of your panties.

“Come on, try something else on,” he said, pushing you back into the dressing room. He closed the door behind him and pushed you against the wall before kneeling in front of you

“Samu,” you whispered as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Cute, little cunt,” he said, shamelessly licking over your already wet panties. “Wanted to taste ya since I first saw ya.”

“Samu!” You hissed as he pulled your panties to the side and licked deep into your core.

“Taste so good, baby,” he moaned. You bit back a moan of your own as his plush lips wrapped around your clit.

“Samu,” you moaned softly. You heard a knock at the door.

“Is everything alright in there, Miss?” An employee called.

Osamu sucked harshly at your clit as you tried to respond.

“Ev-everything is fine!” You called back. “Just a little trouble with a zipper.”

“Okay, let me know if you would like any help,” she said.

“Thank you,” you responded.

“Cum for me, princess,” Osamu whispered, inserting two fingers in your sopping cunt. He curled them just right, pressing against that spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Samu,” you moaned. “Gonna cum.”

“Come on, let me taste ya for real,” he said.

You leaned against the wall and tangled your fingers in Osamu’s hair, shoving his face deeper in your pussy as you gushed all over his face.

Osamu pulled back as you breathed heavily. His face glistened with your juices as he smiled widely up at you.

“Fuck you,” you gasped out.

“That’ll have to come later, baby,” he said, standing up. “I’m buying you that dress.”

“Okay,” you said, not having the energy to argue. You slowly redressed in your original clothes and followed Osamu out of the dressing room with the sundress in hand.

The employee pursed her lips as she noticed there were no zippers to be found.

You smiled at her apologetically and left quickly after Osamu paid.

“Wanna suck my dick in a public restroom?” Osamu asked, only half-joking.

“Thought you’d never ask,” you said, smiling as you pushed him into the bathroom only a few doors down from the shop you’d just been in.

You locked the door behind you and fell to your knees in front of Osamu. His cock was straining against his jeans, begging to be let out.

You quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down. His cock bobbed heavily as you pulled his briefs down.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, wrapping your hands around his length. The girth was so great your fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it. You placed a kitten lick on the pierced tip, slurping up the leaking precum.

“Go ‘head, princess,” Osamu said, grabbing your hair.

“It’s so big,” you said, marvelling at his size. “Is the piercing sensitive?”

“Why don’t ya find out, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and took just the tip in your mouth. You gently tongued at the apadravya as Osamu moaned above you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, struggling not to just force his cock down your throat and you sucked the tip. “Can ya take more, princess?”

You hummed and slowly took a few extra inches into your mouth. Your lips were stretched around his cock as you struggled to take more down your throat. You wrapped a hand around the remaining inches and pumped him slowly as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

“Fuck, so good for me,” Osamu moaned. “Made to take my cock, huh? My lil’ cock sleeve.”

You moaned as he pulled you back by your hair. His cock fell from your mouth along with a whine.

“‘m sorry, baby, just need t’ be in ya,” Osamu said. “Promise I’ll let ya suck my cock later.”

Osamu shoved your skirt up and pulled your soaked panties to the side before plunging two fingers in your cunt.

“So wet and ready for me,” Osamu said, curling his fingers inside of you. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean. Osamu pushed you against the sink, lifting you up and sitting you on the cool porcelain.

“In me,” you moaned as Osamu’s cock teased your wet folds. “Samu, please.”

“I know ya need me, princess,” Osamu said. “Need me fillin’ up yer sweet, lil’ cunt.”

“Need it,” you whined. He slowly pressed his cock into you, stretching your walls. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, softly. He nodded as he gently rutted into your tight cunt.

“S’good ‘n tight around me, princess,” Osamu moaned. He reached down and his fingers circled your clit. “Not gonna last long, baby.”

“Make me cum, please, daddy,” you begged.

“What was that, princess?” Osamu asked, moving his fingers faster over your clit. His hips snapped against yours roughly.

“Wanna cum on your cock, daddy,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

Osamu groaned as his hips moved faster. “Say that again, princess.”

“Daddy,” you moaned lightly in his ear. Osamu moaned as your walls clenched around him.

“Gonna make you cum on daddy’s cock, princess,” Osamu said. His forehead leaned against yours as he thrusted into you harder. Your walls fluttered as your stomach tightened.

“Daddy, gonna cum,” you gasped. Osamu teased your clit with long fingers.

“Cum around daddy’s cock, baby,” he cooed. You bit his shoulder to muffle your cry as you came. His cock twitched deep inside you and Osamu filled you up.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned as he came. The two of you panted for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh,” you breathed as Osamu slowly pulled out of you. He pulled your underwear back over your pussy and helped you stand and straighten out your skirt.

“We’re insatiable,” you said, smiling widely. “Like a bunch of horny teenagers.”

“If you give me a few minutes, we can go again,” Osamu said, fixing his hair in the mirror.

“Well, if we leave now, we can probably fuck in the car on the way back,” you said.

“After you, princess,” Osamu said, holding the door open.

“How was Osaka?” Your mom asked as the three of you sat around the table.

“Fine,” Osamu said. “None of the locations were right, though.”

“We did go to this cute, little restaurant, though,” you said, taking a bite of rice. “And there was this nice boutique we went to.”

“You get anything?” Your mom asked.

“Just a sundress,” you said. “Might wear it to the game tomorrow.”

Osamu coughed and banged on the table as he choked. You patted his back as your mom handed him a glass of water.

“Okay?” You asked as he stopped coughing.

“Fine, fine,” Osamu said, taking a sip of water. “Wrong pipe.”

“You should try on the dress, let me see it,” your mom said, leaning back in her chair as Osamu calmed down.

You bit back a smirk as you nodded. “Of course, Mom. Give me one second.”

You padded down the hallway to your room and quickly changed into the dress.

You twirled around in your dress as you stood in front of your mom and Osamu.

Osamu narrowed his eyes at you as you faced them.

“It’s-It’s a little short, no?” Your mom asked.

“I think it’s cute,” you said, smiling.

“It is a lil’ short,” Osamu said, casually. You glared at him. “Maybe ya should wear something else to the game?”

“Wouldn’t want to distract the players,” your mom said. “Or let someone get too handsy with you.”

“They’re professional athletes, they won’t be distracted,” you said, waving their comments away. “And I’ll be with Osamu, so I’m sure no one would try anything.”

“Wear what ya want,” Osamu said, going back to his dinner.

You rolled your eyes as you sat down at the table. “Was planning on it.”

“Hey, I don’t want you two to argue over this,” your mom said. “You’ve been getting along so well.”

“I’m going to go get ready for bed,” Osamu said. He stood up abruptly, shaking the table.

“Osamu,” your mom called as he walked down the hallway. “What has gotten into him?”

“He’s a man,” you said. “He’s just pissed I wouldn’t listen to him.”

“He probably just wants you to be safe,” your mom said.

“I’m going to change,” you mumbled, standing up. You were walking down the hallway when Osamu pulled you into the bathroom suddenly.

“What the fuck?” You asked as he pushed you against the door. “Mom’s right in the kitchen.”

The shower was running and steam was filling the bathroom quickly.

“It’s that fuckin’ dress,” Osamu said, grinding against you. The towel wrapped low on his hips threatened to fall to the floor. “Jus’ wanna rip it off ya.”

“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Ya better not leave my side,” he said, kissing your lips.

“Promise,” you mumbled against his plush lips. “Now let me go before my mom catches us in a precarious situation.”

“Get outta here,” Osamu said, opening the door. He smacked your ass as you crossed the hallway into your room.

You changed into a t-shirt and shorts before going to the living room where your mom was watching TV.

“So,” your mom said, looking over at you, “I noticed you had a few… bruises on your neck.”

Your eyes widened as you pulled your phone out and used the camera to look at your neck. It looked like you’d been in a fight.

“I can explain, Mom,” you started.

“So which one is it? I figure it’s one of Osamu’s friends you met yesterday at the restaurant?” She said.

“Uh, yes! Exactly!” You exclaimed. “I actually didn’t work at the restaurant all day.”

“So which one?” Your mom asked excitedly. “Is it Hinata? He’s so cute, I just want to eat him up! Ooo, maybe Sakusa? He’s so dark and mysterious.”

“It’s, um, well,” you stuttered. Osamu chose that moment to enter the room, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts.

“What are we talking about?” He asked, sitting next to your mom. You tried not to frown as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

“Just which one of your friends Y/n here was with yesterday,” your mom said, leaning into Osamu’s touch.

“Yesterday?” Osamu asked.

“Oh, you don’t have to keep covering for her,” she said. “Look at her neck! You’re the only one she’s been with, so surely you didn’t give her those.”

“Ah, her neck,” Osamu said. He mouthed an apology as your mom turned back towards you.

“So which one was it?” She asked.

“Um, Bokuto,” you said quickly.

“Bokuto?” She questioned. She looked back at Osamu. “Isn’t he older than you? Sweetie, isn’t he a little too old for you?”

“Surely you don’t have a problem with age gaps,” you said, looking at Osamu pointedly. “Bo’s twenty-six. That’s only five years.”

“You should bring him to dinner before you leave,” your mom said. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Mom, we’re not really, like, a thing,” you said. “It’s really just a casual thing.”

“Nonsense! Invite him over,” she exclaimed.

“I’ll, um, see if he’s free tomorrow at the game,” you said.

“Oh, I wish I could go now!” She said. “I should’ve taken off work.”

“It’s too bad,” you said.

“I’m glad you and Osamu are bonding, though,” she said. “Maybe you’ll come visit more often.”

“Maybe,” you said, noncommittally.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” Osamu said with a yawn. “You two have fun talking boys.”

“I’m actually going to head to bed, too,” you said. “Guess all that travelling today wore me out.”

“Night, you two,” your mom called after you.

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou x black reader

Quirk accident

Pussy and cunny are such a funny words...i hate it

Getting hit with a lust quirk was not on the top of your to do list when you graduated from U.A. Getting hit with said quirk while partnered with your childhood nemisis, LoRd ExPlOsIoN mUrDeR himself was most definitely not on your list.

You were this close to defeating the villan without any complications. Until you miscalculated your final kick. That was all it took for the Villian to get the jump on you and effectivity activate their quirk.

"Take him to jail boys but watch the hands." You say as you hand the culprit off. He was one of six vigilantes that were pulling morbid slapstick pranks on people. It was awful, anything from a love quirk making a wife cheat on her husband, to a man having feet for hands and hands for feet.

The last straw however was when one member made an office building vibrate. It was a small one and barely an earthquake level tremor. But it was able to do a lot of damage due to the fact the building was so old.

"Are you sure that's all the people inside?" You call out to Bakugo who only glared at you. "I think I was pretty thorough." Sighing at his superiority, you walk to the front of the building, "Just in case, let's double check."

As you walk through the many levels of the building, you feel the quirk slowly take into effect. It's a gradual climb before you notice. First you're out of breath after 1 flight of steps. Then you find yourself sweating excessively even though there were many windows that had bursted in the altercation.

Your condition forced you to notice certain things as well. Like the way Bakugou's arms flexed randomly most likely due to his clenched fists. How his back was solid and strong. His sharp eyes made you shiver at the thought of them looking down at you. His teeth were so pearly white but all you could think of was the thought of those teeth sinking into your supple flesh.

By the time you and Bakugo got to the last floor, your brown complexion was flushed so much you could see it, and your legs shook as you walked. The ever growing feeling of want and need throbbing in your lower regions pushed you over the edge and you collapsed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You raise your hand waving him off, "It's fine I.... I just need to catch my breath and go home." Bakugo stared at you for a while before sighing. "That bastard hit you with his quirk didn't he? Wasn't he the one with the lust quirk?"

You nod seeing no use in denying the truth as you unzipped your shirt trying to promote some form of circulation. It was silent before Bakugou sighed, "Look, I'm going to go to the bathroom, then I am going to rob a snack machine. That should give you enough time to grind out your problem." He said looking away as his face slowly became pink.

You barely waited for Katsuki to leave before you were sliding your hands into your pants. Your chest heaved as you gently graze your fingers against your clit, crying out from the sudden pleasure that was almost too much.

The throbbing sensation was painful and it seemed that your current menstruations were only making it worse. You push your fingers pass your folds and you're soon hit with a dull orgasm. There was no elevation of the pain and it only made you more frustrated as warm tears flowed down your face.

You thrust your fingers within yourself, trying to find some way to destroy the feeling. Bringing your hands up to play with your chest as the bud hardens in the cool air, as your skin contrasted perfectly with your furnace like body heat.

With a long whine you find yourself on your hands and knees forcing your fingers inside yourself. Your legs shake from the force of your fingers abusing your g-spot. It was as if you were moving forward to release but at the same time moving back to pain. "Fuck, please, please it hurts!" You cried out as you received another painfully dull orgasm. "Bakugou." You mumble repeatedly wishing you had the courage to call out to him.

"Y/n?!" You freeze at the sound of Bakugo standing over you. Removing your fingers from your hole with a loud plop, you cry at the immediate pain you felt from being empty. "S-Sorry, I got carried away, I'm f-fine now." You say, standing up so fast that you became dizzy.

You weren't fine, hell anyone who looked at you could tell. You were hardly keeping your eyes open and the rapid dilation of them made it a miracle you could even see. Below your previous place were noticeable puddles of sweat that had long since drenched your hero costume.

As you came back to your senses, Bakugo pushes a finger against your shoulder making you swat a little more than necessary.

"Don't lie to me, you are barely standing. Jerkin off didn't work huh?" You closed your eyes and tried to take in deep breaths to calm the multiple heartbeats you felt throughout your body. "I'm fine, I-I'll just go home and-" "And what? Obviously doing it yourself doesn't work?!"

You glared at Bakugou, "It's none of your concern anyways so why do you care!?" Bakugo pulled at his hair annoyed. "I'm not trying to wake up to a headline of H/N dead cause she couldn't bust a nut."

You lean against the wall and sigh from the comforting coolness of it. "I don't know Katsuki, maybe I'll call a hooker, why does it even matter?"

You could tell you were getting on Bakugou's nerves as his temple vein started to twitch. "And what will you do if the public find out their favorite neighborhood hero is socializing with prostitutes" Your head was throbbing from the loudness of Bakugou's voice and you didn't think you had the strength to remain conscious.

Behind your closed eyes, you could hear loud shuffling and annoyed grunts. It wasn't until you heard the familiar jingling of a belt that you opened your eyes. "W-What the hell are you doing?!"

Bakugo had fully stripped down from the waist up and was now working on the next task. Now you weren't saying you didn't appreciate the view, hell you were salivating at the sight. The only problem was that this was presenting a line that no one can simply hop over and come back.

"I'm going to help you dumbass." He responded, dropping his pants on the floor and walking towards you naked as the day he was born.

You hold your hand up as if trying to stop him but really it was because you didn't have the strength to retreat. "You don't have to do this, I'll be fine."

"I know I don't have to do this, I want to." Bakugo smirked before realizing what he said, "I want to help you that is. Look, you can barely walk much less take care of yourself once you get home so this needs to happen now."

Bakugo trails off as he studies your body with his eyes, drinking in every curve, every dip, and every detail. "You ass got bigger than when we were in school huh?" That comment sobered you up quickly as you forcefully walked past Bakugo. "I'm not going to stand here and deal with your shit right now dude."

You take a few shaky steps before you find yourself pressed up against a wall with a warm calloused hand down your pants, cupping your vagina. All anger leaves your mind as lust takes over. You buck your hips pathetically in his hand trying to get relif but instead he takes his time teasing you.

He slowly takes your clit between his fingers delivering small pinches to it before sliding a finger down your labia. "You're really sensitive now huh?" Bakugo whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Taking his other hand, he gently pulls down your pants while he leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder. "Just let go and let me take care of you." Your eyes widened just as Bakugo smoothly slips a finger inside of you. "Oh, you got tighter. Did you like that? You want me to take care of you Y/N?" You almost gagged from the pride oozing off of Bakugou as he pressed his hot body against yours.

"T-To much, I feel b-better now." You try to offer as a way to make this embarrassment end, moaning loudly as Bakugo taps your g-spot. His fingers, while longer, were also much thicker. So while yours did fine touching yourself, it felt as if Bakugo was touching everywhere at all times.

"You say that but all it would take to get you on your knees would be for me to touch this magical place right here."

As if having a need to prove his words, Bakugo delivers three light touches to your clit and g-spot at the same time, effectively making your legs weak as you spray clear liquid down his arm. You slide down the wall in pleasurable defeat as you feel the lust continue to grow stronger than before.

Bakugo watches you with pity as you violently trembled on the floor, just as turned on as before.

"Y/N you know what we have to do." You nod absentmindedly too focused on trying to alleviate the pressure on your clit. Bakugo sighs as he positions you to stand up against the wall. "Jump." You look at him confused and he rolled his eyes, not wanting to repeat himself.

You yelp as strong arms reach out and lift you in the air, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. "Put me down!"

You hold onto Bakugou's neck, though there really wasn't a need from how firmly he was holding you. "I don't like being picked up." Bakugo leaned towards you and you stiffen as you feel something hot and heavy rub between your pussy lips. "And I don't like brats that are too prideful to take some dick when offered."

At that, Bakugo thrusts completely inside of you without resistance. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the true difference between the mock pleasure fingers gave, and that undeniable euphoria Bakugou's cock was delivering.

Bakugo looks at where your bodies connected, and almost came on the spot. You were greedily sucking him in with every thrust as though you were made for him. He sped up, watching your features change as sweat drenched your pretty face and lewd moans left your pretty lips. "Oh God, please Baku-Please!"

Bakugo takes hold of your ass as he pushes away from the wall, making you completely rely on him to stay upright as he forces your hips to slam down on his cock.

"Fuck, I'm going to make you feel so much better." How he held up your weight while keeping the same momentum is beyond you as you peered through your slitted eyes.

His red eyes were concentrated on what would make you come as choked moans left you the deeper he went. "Please Daddy make me cum!" You accidently cried out, feeling closer than you had all night. Bakugo stopped eyes wide and for a moment you thought you did something wrong as he set you down on your back.

"I'm sorry I-I shouldn't have said anything, please don't stop." You whined as the pain of emptiness came back tenfold. You hiccup as Bakugo raises your legs to your chest effectively pulling you into a mating press.

"Say it again."

You furrow your brows, "Huh?" in one thrust Bakugo was back inside of you, unapologetically hitting your guts. His thrust were now more powerful and animalistic leaving no room for rebuttal as he pistons out of your weeping hole. "I said, say it again!"

Your loud moans could be heard throughout the building as Bakugo ravaged you. His kisses were rough and unforgiving, mostly involving teeth as he marked your shoulder with love bites. "Say my name!"

Covering your eyes embarrassed, you give him what he wanted, "Daddy, please, I'm so fucking close!" Your moans were ragged and throat raw.

Bakugo grabbed your wrists and held them above you. "Don't hide from me. Look at the man that's making you feel this good. No one else can ever touch you like this!" You nod getting even more turned on by the dominance as you felt your walls being destroyed. "No one can touch me l-like y-yo-fuck!"

You weren't exactly lying either. Maybe it was the quirk, maybe it was truly Bakugou's dicking down. What you do know is that the fiery bastard may have ruined you for sex for the rest of your life.

"Fuck, you're so damn beautiful." You whine in response, unable to speak anything even remotely inteligible.

Bakugo groans as you gradually tighten around him and slow his thrusts. Finally after a few precise bumps over your clit, the cord keeping you from your release snaps making your world go dark with a loud yell.

"Fucking hell." Bakugo curses as he pulls out of your tight grip and jerks himself off the rest of the way.

It was a long while till you two spoke. The air was cool and the silence was needed. "That was great." You giggle, delirious from your orgasm. Bakugo wearily watches you wiggle your toes from afar as he puts his hero costume back on. "Are you okay?"

"Broski I'm more than okay." You try and stand only to fall right back on your ass but that only served as comedy to you in your blissful state.

If you were truly conscious, you'd be freaking out from what had just transpired. Even more so was the fact that Bakugou Katsuki himself had called you beautiful.

But alas you had the attention span of a 4 year old and was unable to compute as Bakugou carried you home and gently laid you on your bed before taking his leave, looking back at your sleeping form with with sad eyes.

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Wish You Were Here (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: Bakugo x reader, extreme angsty vibes throughout. Pretty OOC i think. Had “Wish you were here” by neck deep in my mind while i wrote this. I cried, folks. Enjoy. (I headcanon that both Todoroki and Bakugo will do their work studies under Endeavour, btw)

word count: 6016

You could call them friends from the beginning, maybe a bit of anger and resentment bubbled up along the way, but how could it not with someone like Bakugo Katsuki in the mix. She never gave up on him though, knowing he would learn and grow into a better person one day. She waited patiently for the catalyst that would humble the boy, just enjoying the time she had with him each day at a time. 

Whether he would admit it or not, he liked her company too. Through all the complaints and angry outbursts, he was always a bit scared that she would be pushed away. Yet time and time again, she forgave him. A few times, people had said to his face that he would never deserve Y/N’s friendship. She was so much better than him, he already knew that. And yeah, maybe he didn’t deserve her. She could be hanging out with someone like Midoriya and be happier than his bitter ass.. 

As he sat beside her in class, waiting for Aizawa to arrive, he couldn’t help but lose himself in thought. 

“Katsuki-kun? You okay?” a soft voice asked. His eyes snapped to the side to see the girl forever on his mind, tapping the pages of their textbook with the end of her pen. Her eyes held curiosity more than any concern. Finding out what Bakugo was thinking about deep in the of his mind was always interesting.

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. You need something?”

“Not really, just wanted to see something other than a frown on your face, “ she chirped happily, making his cheeks turn a bit red from embarrassment. She always said things like that, all the while with her beautiful lips curled into a sweet smile and eyes half shut. 

He had to admit, she was cute. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Whatever you want to call it. These feelings were...disgusting, he thought.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“What?! I’m just saying you look ten times better when you’re smiling than scowling at the table like that.” she laughed, turning in her seat so her legs hung to the side and she faced him. Jokingly, she tapped her pen against his cheek and he sunk into his chair even more, trying to hide the mixture of embarrassment and excitement invading his expression. 

“Y/N-chan, quit it. You’re getting on my nerves now.” 

She sighed, leaning back into her personal bubble. “Next week we start our Hero Work-Studies! Aren’t you excited?”

He was actually very excited, even if he failed to express it. He was going to train under endeavour, someone who the public admired for his strength and resilience. Bakugo knew he wasn’t the nicest man-Todoroki had enough evidence to show for that...But that didn’t mean he would pass up the opportunity to learn his heroic ways.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“I cannot believe Hawks agreed to work with me! Seriously! He’s one of the coolest out there, not to mention he’s so young and relatable to us. I’ve been jealous since Tokoyami-kun started to work with him. Like come on, I’m just as much bird as them.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised agencies waited this long to pick you. You didn’t do too bad at the Sports Festival last year.”

“It’s only because they were waiting to see me completely annihilate the competition this year. They couldn’t see my true potential then, but now everyone will know me!”

His lips lifted into just a sliver of a grin. She was kinda amazing when she got excited and confident. “No one can hold you back, Y/N-chan.”

“When we graduate, we will both be so strong we will have the best hero agencies.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Y/N reached across to his desk once again, grabbing his hands tightly in hers. His eyes slid around the room quickly to see Kirishima and Denki wiggling his eyebrows in his direction. Stupid idiots. For some reason, the redhead had been trying to force them together in a romantic way for the past two years, and others slowly got in on the drama as well. Bakugo cursed at him in his head, glaring intensely for a short moment before turning back to the girl. 

“I can’t help but be excited, Katsuki-kun. Being pro heroes has been our dream for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally happening.”

“Well, keep training hard and maybe you’ll get there one day. After all, the number 2 hero has already employed you-everything is gonna be easy after this.”  He brushed off her hands and stood from his desk. “Gotta go to the bathroom.” 

He didn’t actually have to go, he just wanted to escape that situation. He liked her a lot, and loved talking to her. It was so weird to him, how happy it made him to see her smile, laugh, and succeed at what she wanted. They were living out their dreams together, and it actually made him happy. 

The only thing is, sometimes, it got to be too much. Just how much emotion she made him feel. He was frustrated at times, and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to be around her all the time. He always wanted her to be by his side. She made life easier for him. He could control his temper, but only around her. 

He sighed, slouching against the wall outside the classroom. Aizawa still wasn’t there, so he had some time to relax. Only, he couldn’t because Kirishima waltzed out just to stand right next to him. 

“What do you want, hedgehog hair?”

“When you gonna ask out L/N, huh?” he asked abruptly. “I see the way you two make oogly eyes at each other all day and you being a chicken is so frustrating, bro.”

“That’s none of your business, but to answer your question: never. She’s my friend.”

“Come on, I’m just trying to help you out, dude. Seriously, make a move.”

“Definitely not.”

“Bruh…”

“Listen, maybe I do like her, okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to date her. Relationships just seem so irritating.”

Kirishima laughed, throwing his arm around the hothead’s shoulders. “Trust me, when you kiss her for the first time, you’ll regret not asking her out before.” Bakugo threw his arm off his shoulder and scowled, disgusted by his bluntness. Sure, he had thought about kissing Y/N before, but he never really wanted to act on it that strongly. He especially did not like talking about his feelings. 

He walked back into the classroom, redhead close behind. Now, he would act like nothing was even discussed. He didn’t need this drama right now. He just wanted to keep Y/N happy, and she was more than happy to be his best friend.

Trying to be anything more with her would be a mistake.

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“We’re not supposed to be out this late, Y/N. Do you want to tarnish your perfect record?” the boy asked as she pulled him up the flights of stairs, their feet slapping against the concrete as they ran. She held his warm hand in her smaller, cold one. It was late when she texted him to meet her at the front door, about 2 in the morning. She was lucky he wasn’t sleeping, but she knew he stayed up most nights on his computer anyway.

She took him to the training grounds and pulled him into the biggest building there. His stomach churned with excitement. He loved to be alone with her, especially at night when her quirk was at full power. Her soft wings, although tucked tight against her back, brushed against him and it sent shivers down his spine. So soft.

When they reached the roof, she pushed open the heavy, creaky metal doors. The moon shone so brightly in the sky right above them, illuminating her face in white light. He stared at her as she walked to the bench at the edge of the roof. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. Her wings expanded as she walked, the moon making them shimmer and glow like silver.

He took a seat beside her on the bench and followed her eyes which stared deep into the night sky, all the stars and the moon. “Don’t you love it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. Just the mood of a winter moon.”

He rolled his eyes. Sometimes she didn’t make sense to him, but that was okay. “Not really.”

“I guess everyone feels differently about things.”

He sighed, leaning back with his arms behind his head and stretched, only to drop them weakly back to his sides. She was so in touch with things he’d never even thought about. She could see the bright side of everything, obviously since she saw the good in someone like him. “I don’t get you sometimes, Y/N. You seem to know everything about me, and you get how I feel, but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around yours.”

She laughed, warm breath clouding in front of her lips. “I can understand your anger, because people genuinely are annoying a lot of the time. But you can’t understand how it feels to be content with what you have. You always want something better, to be stronger or braver than the rest. You can’t comprehend what it’s like to be happy with the best you can do.” Her hand stretched across the bench they sat on, and her fingertips grazed his. Slowly, she slipped her hand under his, relishing in the warmth for as long as he would allow. 

His fingers hesitantly wrapped around her hand, holding tightly as if she would take it away from him. Her hands were always so cold, he remarked, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the feeling.

“I’ll never be good enough, Y/N. I can’t settle as third best to Deku, or even Todoroki. It just pisses me off that they are better than me.”

“Maybe you aren’t as strong as them right now, and maybe you will never be,” she hummed, feeling his intense glare shift in her direction. Her lips curled into a smile despite this. “But to me, you’ll never be second best. You’re my number one hero, forever and always.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words. 

“I’ve known you for so long, and having seen how you are when you’re vulnerable shows me that you are good. You are a hero no matter what people think. There’s no need to take it out on your classmates because they could never compare in my eyes. You are you, and they are themselves. Everyone can have a piece of the glory in the end, even someone as weak as me.”

“You’re not weak, you know.”

With a shrug, she let out a long sigh, “Not really, but thanks.”

“How can you not see how strong you are? You’re on your way to being the sidekick for Hawks. If anything, you’re better than me. You think so highly of me but shit on yourself.”

“I’m not shitting on myself at all. I’m being realistic. I’m okay with being a background character, Katsuki-kun.”

“Whatever. Just know you aren’t a background character to me. Everyone else, fuck them. Just you and me matter.”

Silence overtook the bitter cold air, only gusts of wind to be heard. She let her head fall to the side, temple pressed gently to his shoulder. He was tense beneath her, but that was expected. He wasn’t cuddly by any means; he didn’t even like hugs...But, she felt safe pressed to his side, hand in hand. 

“Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” she asked suddenly. 

He glared at her once again, not knowing why she asked such a stupid question. “What do you think?”

“I promise, no matter what, I’ll never leave you. I won’t give up on you.” The confession only made him feel hot. His hands clammed up with sweat, and he worried she would pull her hand away. She didn’t. “Sure, I get along with other people just fine, but if I’m being honest, all I’ll ever need is you.”

“Y/N-”

The girl didn’t stop to let him speak, the words flowing from her mouth without hesitation. There were so many things she had to say, thousands of words she could use to tell him how much she felt for him. “I think we were meant to meet each other. You and I have something special. It was fate that we ended up here.”

“Come on, that’s kinda crazy, don’t you think?” he argued, trying to make this less awkward. He could feel his heart racing, sweat pooling up, and his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He liked what she was saying, but it was too much for him. He wasn’t into pouring out his feelings like she was. He was confused, honestly, how to express himself without sounding lame.

“I should have probably told you this a long time ago, but I guess now is just as good as any.” Deep breath in, shallow breath out. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but now I know for sure.”

He couldn’t say anything. He could feel her hurt, the pain of rejection radiating off. No words would come out of his mouth, nothing but hot air. How was he supposed to reply? He felt shocked and embarrassed.

Her hand slid out from his grasp and she stood from her spot on the bench, her vibrant wings wrapping protectively around her torso. Her eyes were filled with regret and shame, but the smile never faltered. She never stopped smiling, even in moments like this. He wanted to tell her it was okay to be upset, that he didn’t mind comforting her. It just wasn’t the right time, he convinced himself. She would walk away and he would be alone in this cold..

“I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this.” 

He nodded, not daring to meet her eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing the hurt he caused her. And she walked away. 

Maybe he did love her all along. She was the one good thing in his whole life, and maybe he threw that away by not saying anything. He could feel his stomach knotting up and his chest burned with every breath he took. Is this what it felt like to be heartbroken, completely hopeless to the whims of love so deep? 

He pressed his face into his rough hands, groaning into them angrily. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he just be happy for once in his life? Why couldn’t he let something good slip its way into his life. He hated himself for everything. For being stubborn and rude all the time. For hurting the feelings of the only person who really cared about him. For throwing away what they could have had. He was just so fucking scared of these unfamilar emotions, it overwhelmed him.

So he got up, and he ran. He rushed down the metal staircase with such urgency that he almost fell face first down a couple flights. He couldn’t hear her footsteps in the metal stairwell, and it only made him hurry faster.

But she was gone. He missed his chance.

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“Why aren’t you dancing with Y/N?” Kirishima asked, deciding to take a break from dancing with Ashido and other friends to visit the awkward and angry blond pressed against the wall. For some reason, all the third years were practically forced to come to a dance to celebrate the holidays. To Bakugo, well, he thought it was a load of bullshit. 

He glared over at his classmate. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just I thought you would come to this thing together. You’re really close.”

“Shit happens.”

Kirishima bit his lip, knowing it wasn’t just that. Something happened between the pair. It was their business only, and he wouldn’t pry (no matter how badly he wanted in on the drama). He couldn’t help but say something after seeing Bakugo standing by the punch bowl for nearly an hour and Y/N playing on her phone at one of the tables instead of having fun. It just didn’t seem right to let them ruin their night. 

“Well, you have to fix that shit, bro.”

It was quiet for a second, and the redhead worried he may have struck a nerve somehow.

The blond turned his eyes away from his friend to glance at the girl, who was hunched over a table with her nose in her phone. Earlier, he swore people were sitting with her; they must have left to actually enjoy the dance. Honestly, he felt a bit angry at the others for just leaving her like that, not that he was any better. For a week now, he hadn’t even looked her in the eye.

“You think I should go talk to her?”

“Yeah, probably.”

He didn’t bother saying goodbye, just mumbled a reluctant ‘thanks’ as he shuffled through the dozens of students herded in the center of the gymnasium. Not until he was a few feet in front her table did she notice him staring her down. A small smile perked at the corner of her soft lips, but they both knew it was fake as hell. 

“Aren’t you gonna go and have fun or some shit?”

She shrugged, not knowing what to say, “I’m not really feeling the vibe, I guess.” If she were being honest, she just wanted to stay home curled up in her warm bed in the dark. Her chest ached seeing him and hearing his voice. They were friends after all; she really shouldn’t feel like this. It was her fault for confessing her feelings to someone so stubborn and distant. 

He shuffled nervously, his hands now tucked deep in his pants pockets. His cheeks threatened to betray him once again and stain red, but thankfully it was too dark for anyone to notice. When did he get all shy like this? It was honestly pathetic. This was 100 percent Deku behavior, and he did not approve.

“You wanna ditch this loser-fest with me?”

Should she? Her heart was still healing, but the temptation was too strong. Damn, even after only a week, she missed him so much. With a soft nod, she stood up from the creaky metal chair. The sidedoor thankfully wasn’t guarded by teachers keeping them from leaving so they snuck outside quietly. Immediately, both of them felt relieved to be away from the energy in there. Sweaty teenagers dancing, loud, shitty music blasting, and annoying flashing lights left behind them. 

“Where do you want to go? It’s your choice.”

“Let’s just go to our normal place.”

The walk was silent once again as they made their way to the tall building where everything went down just a week ago. It was still cold, and when they got to the rooftop, the cold wind stung against her exposed skin. Her wings were quick to encase her in their warmth. 

She brushed off the bench and took a seat on the far right side. He slouched onto the left side, keeping his head hung as to avoid her gaze. He was still so afraid, no matter what happened. She was clearly upset with him, and it filled him with so much guilt and regret. For a moment, he dared to look at her. Her eyes were trained on the sky, staring off into the stars and moon like always. 

“You know, it’s been a little hard to smile lately.” Her words crashed into him. 

“I…” Bakugo started but couldn’t think of the right words. “Yeah, I know.”

“I really thought you felt the same way. Maybe that just sounds naive of me, but what you and I had was special. Everyone said so, and I just got a little too confident, I guess,” she confessed with a soft, empty laugh. “My mom kept telling me that you would ask me out, and that we would grow up to be super strong heroes together. She always said, ever since middle school that we were gonna get married. It’s so, so stupid, I know.”

“Y/N, I’m just a fucking coward. That’s the whole reason we are in this mess.”

He met her eyes, ones filled with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that everything you said was right. That we are meant to be together or whatever sappy stuff you said. I’ve been so depressed since that night, and I’m so mad at myself for acting so stupid,” he muttered angrily, fists clenching over and over in his lap. “I think I do love you. I’m not sure how it’s supposed to feel but I just want to be with you. I don’t want you ever leaving my side.”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“When have I ever been nice?”

She laughed, scooting over to sit right beside him. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and it made him feel more comfortable then he’d felt in a while. Looking down at her, his eyes trailed onto her lips which were just barely agape. They looked sweet, so soft and plump and beautiful. 

When she noticed him staring, she knew what he was thinking. Without warning, Y/N  tilted her head up to press her lips softly against his. Her hands rose to rest on both sides of his face gently, just enough to pull him in even closer. Her lips moved so slowly against his lips; it was agonizing. He wanted more and more, to pull her close to his lips and devour her. It was only one kiss, but he knew he was addicted already. 

His first kiss. Kirishima was right. How did he go so long without her lips on his?

She pulled away just enough to so she could speak, noses touching and foreheads pressed together. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I think I might love you more.”

_____________________________________

“Something happened to Hawks. We have to go now.”

At first, Bakugo didn’t even connect Hawks to his girlfriend, who was working under his guidance the past year. As they rushed into the district under attack, the adrenaline of the fight made him feel high. He loved this. Being a real hero, saving people and having people look to him as if he were amazing. His quirk was quite flashy and people enjoyed seeing him work. 

The street was in complete and utter disarray. People were hiding in what buildings they could, quivering from the rogue villain storming through the streets. Hawks couldn’t keep up. No matter how great he was, it could be hard and nearly impossible to battle in close combat. His wings ran thin as well.

So it was time for backup. 

Todoroki ran a few yards ahead of him, eyes focused and calm. He was different from the rest of them. He was almost noble. His morals were strict, and he never seemed to lose his cool. As much as it pained Bakugo to say it, Todoroki deserved one of the top spots, maybe even higher than him.

It wasn’t until they turned a corner that the mood changed. The icy hot hero faltered, falling back a couple feet to stumble into his teammate. 

“What the hell-”

“Bakugo, stop. Don’t go any further.” He held a firm hand to Bakugo’s shoulder, but his attempts were futile. Bakugo wouldn’t let anyone hold him back.

“Idiot, there’s no time to fuck around. Let me through.” As his eyes peered over Todoroki’s shoulder at the street ahead, he caught sight of a featherless wing that had been torn to shreds poking out from the rubble. Silver and grey feathers littered the entire street. His breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t know for sure what it was under those rocks, could just be a bird, right? Just some random fucking bird. That’s all. 

It couldn’t be.

“Bakugo-”

The blond pushed past him, stumbling over his own feet as he recklessly ran through the rocks. It only got worse when he saw blood splattered across the pavement. It was getting more and more obvious what had happened here, but he denied it over and over in his head. There was no way it was her. She was strong, her mentor was even stronger, one of the very best. There’s no way he would have let something happen to his prodigy. 

But just behind the rocks laid her body. Blood seeped heavily from the back of her head, and her hair was matted with the thick liquid which had dried to a deep brown. Her wings were sparse, if even there, only a dozen or so feathers on each side, blood coating them as well. 

“No, no, no.”

He fell to his knees beside her body. Her eyes stared up at him, empty and lifeless; they were so cold like something out of a nightmare. When he reached down to lift her body up from the ground, he shivered at the lack of warmth from her skin. He propped her up on his knees, one arm supporting her back and neck. His other hand slid across her face, smearing blood on her cheek. 

“Y/N? You better wake the fuck up,” he whimpered, shaking her body as if that would somehow help. “Wake up, baby, please get up. Stop, god, please stop being stupid”

Todoroki approached him from behind, sitting next to him on the bloody ground. His eyes stared at the cold body, haunted by the face of his friend, someone he grew up beside these 3 years, limp and dead. He looked over to Bakugo, who he knew to be attached at the hip with the girl for who knows long. He had never seen the boy cry, but he sensed the tears starting to boil over. 

Hopelessly, he continued to shake her softly. “Y/N-chan, please. Please wake up. God, please wake up. I can’t do this without you. Please, please, please.” His desperate begs fell on deaf ears though. No amount of pleading could change her fate, and both of them knew that. 

“Let’s bring her body to the medics, okay? Maybe they can help,” Todoroki soothed, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. He knew it was useless. She was dead, but the thought of her maybe having a chance made it easier for Bakugo. The blond could only nod, still staring down at his lover through clouded, teary eyes. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her head to his chest. 

Bakugo couldn’t stop crying. He just sobbed, continuing to quietly beg the girl to wake up, cursing and choking on his grief.

Todoroki knew they might be scolded later by his father for not helping in the battle, but this was one of the rare cases they could put aside being heroes and let someone else take over. The grief was too heavy of a burden to fight anyway. 

She was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

_____________________________________

Bakugo was different after the accident, maybe even worse than before in a way. He didn’t yell at nearly as many people anymore, usually staying silent even if someone offended him. He was fond of walking away now, from anything and everything that pissed him off. It was like he didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore. 

It was depressing to those who noticed the little things he often did. Shinsou, who recently joined the hero course, sat in the seat beside Bakugo, where Y/N used to sit. Everytime he thought of something funny to say, a joke to crack about Midoriya or something in their lesson, he looked to the side for Y/N. Every time though, he met with the unamused, dark circles of the boy. His cheeky smile would fall into a deep grimace every time. 

He looked for her when he was upset, not knowing how to channel his negative emotions anymore. He yearned to sit in her dorm at night and hug her until he fell asleep. He looked for her in the hallways and every crowd he passed, just praying that miraculously she was alive again, that this was all some sick dream.

It hurt to be reminded time and time again that she was gone. Y/N was never coming back, the words echoed in his mind every day. She was dead, brutally died at the hands of a villain, He could picture her body, disfigured and lying in the street, blood soaking the pavement. He never got to say goodbye either. 

Her mentor apologized time and time again to her family and her friends, guilt heavy on his back. He never imagined her, someone so strong and powerful to die, especially under his supervision. Hawks would never take another student as his apprentice, he couldn’t, not for a long time. 

Nowadays, the class almost felt like they missed his hotheaded nature. He was just depressing now, and it killed the mood. Y/N was the only one who could make him smile.

He walked down the hall alone, heading back to the dorms once again after a long day of feeling sick to his stomach with a massive headache pulsing in his temples. Footsteps caught up to speed with him, and he peeked over his shoulder to see Midoriya, followed by his precious little girlfriend. 

A sour taste filled Bakugo’s mouth. He could tolerate the others. Todoroki, Denki, Kirishima. But he really didn’t want to talk to these two. Anyone but them. 

“Bakugo, wait up!” Deku called, not that the blond listened. He kept walking, trying not to explode on the guy. Couldn’t they tell that he just wanted to be alone? “We have to talk to you, just wait and listen.”

“What do you want?”

“Bakugo, are you okay?” Uraraka asked softly, and he grit his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Deku argued, grabbing Bakugo’s forearm after catching up. Angrily, he yanked his arm away from the boy, and took a few steps away from the pair, glaring at them as if a single look could drive them away. “Listen, we know how you are feeling. We all miss L/N. She was a great friend.”

That was the tipping point for him. How could they compare their pain to his? It pissed him off.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both, really.”

“Stop acting like you’re the only one hurt by this. I grew up with Y/N, too. If you have to mourn, let other people do it with you. It makes it easier.”

“You know as well as  I do that you didn’t care about her as much as me. None of you knew her like I did,” he muttered, trying his best not to let the tears fall again, or the stutter in his voice to reveal itself.  He wasn’t weak. He was fucking mourning. “Think of it like this, okay? What if someone were to kill Uraraka right now? Imagine having to look into her dead, lifeless eyes. Imagine seeing the entire street splashed with her blood. Imagine reaching down to hug her only to feel icy cold skin against yours, and her face is green and grey like some kind of monster, not your precious Ochako. And there is nothing you can do. Not a damn thing.”

And to that, the pair of do-gooders had nothing to say. 

“It’s all I can fucking think about. I can’t even fall asleep without seeing her dead eyes staring back at me. I miss her so much, and none of you can understand.”

“I’m sorry. We know she meant a lot to you.”

“She was all that I had! She was the only person who ever made me really feel something, anything other than anger. I loved her more than anything and she loved me back,” he choked on his words, tears welling up in his eyes. “She was my baby. My beautiful princess. I don’t know how to function without her.”

Uraraka sighed, trying to find something good in all of this despite there being nothing at all. “She’s in a better place, Bakugo.”

He clutched at his shirt right over his heart, which beat rapidly in his chest. “But a better place is right here with me! We belong together, not apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he cried, unable to bite back his tears. “I’ve called her phone a million times since she died, just so I can hear her voice. I’m terrified that one day her phone will be shut off forever and I’ll forget what she sounds like.”

Her clutched at his shirt tightly, feeling pain in his chest again. He felt like he was having a heart attack. Sometimes the heartbreak was so strong.

 “All these pictures on my phone of her, they just remind me that she’s never coming back! She’s gone forever, and I don’t know what to do. How do I make it stop hurting so fucking much? I feel like I’m dying, god it hurts.”

Sobs shook his body as he hid his face behind the crook in his elbow, trying to sop up all the tears. But, he knew they wouldn’t stop. He didn’t know why he was telling them this, revealing this side of himself in front of them, but he hadn’t had the time to vent about the whole situation. 

“The last thing she said to me was that she loved me,” he cried, pressing his arm to his lips and sobbing into them. He was hysterical, especially for someone so brutal like him. “I’ll never get to tell her I love her ever again. We will never get married. Become pro heroes together like we always wanted. I’ll never get to see her smile or hug her against my chest again. It’s all over, dammit.”

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. If you need anyone, we’re here for you.”

“I just miss her so fucking much.”

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see who it was. “Bakugo, listen to me for a minute. Wipe up your tears for a second,” the deep, tired voice demanded. Sad, exhausted eyes stared down at him, but he could feel the empathy their teacher held.

“Aizawa-sensei?”

“The only thing that can help you now is time,” he explained. “We risk a lot as pro-heros. It’s gonna hurt a lot for now, maybe forever, I don’t know. But the only thing you can do is let time pass and the pain in your heart will dull.”

“I just feel so pathetic. I can’t help but think it should have been me. I wish it was the other way around so badly. I should have died instead, so she could be happy.”

“Do you really think Y/N would’ve been happy if she lost you? You think she wouldn’t cry everyday, and hug your pillows and clothes just to feel close to you again? For her to suffer?  Really? If you really loved Y/N, you wouldn’t consider breaking her heart like that.”

“I-I…” Bakugo choked. “What do I do now?”

“What you need to do is make Y/N proud. She would want the best for you. All she ever wanted was to see you smile after all.” Aizawa was right, no matter how hard it was to accept the fact. Bakugo would have to live for Y/N.

[igotanna]

Heyy bb!! I hope you're taking care of yourself and aren't too busy🥰 So I thought of this and I wanted to ask if you could this: GOT7 reaction to dating someone who is very polished and polite (elegant even) in public but is very adorable and rambly when they're alone together. Do it only if you're free and willing, no pressure love💜

Ah honey thank you so much for this request! I know it took me looong but I really enjoyed it (also appreciate the open hand date tysm)💚💚 it was refreshing ~ also I hope I maintained to stay on topic bc this was a bit tricky😅 if not then sorry for that🙏

Mark

“MaRk!” you cried out of your bedroom with the highest level of despair.

“Yeah!” sounded Mark from the other room, not shortly after looking at you, standing on the doorstep.

“I can’t find my purse,” you pouted and threw another pillow on the floor hoping your tonight purse is hidding between the sheets.

Mark chuckled and shrugged, sat down on the bed you were currently digging a hole into.

“What are you laughing at? This isn’t funny!” your voice got all lost between the blankets and pillows. Mark laughed and pointed down under your vanity table “Did you tried to look there?”

As soon as you endend another episode of Mark’s fav series - you searching for your lost things - you headed to the award night. In the car with two of other members you kept the conversation floating nicely and maintained all glossy, Mark had to laugh as he just remembered how you looked few minutes ago.

“What is so funny?” Bambam noticed his amusement. Mark shook his head and held your hand tighter “I remembered something.”

You felt he’s implying to you and you turned your head to face him, raising your eyebrow.

“Nevermind.”

Bambam and Youngjae wouldn’t leave him get off that easily but they had to get out of the car. Just before it was your turn you faced him again “What was that?”

“Oh nothing,” a soft apologetic kiss on your cheek “You just give so mature and even bossy vibe when we’re out, but when I shut the door at home, you-”

“I turn into a child??”

“You turn into the most adorable lost sweetheart I saw.”

JB

You knew JB sometimes doesn’t know what he wants himself. You got used to that sometimes he prefers you as elegant powerful woman, and sometimes he wanted to be the one seen and he wanted you to back a little. You had to learn when to do what.

After one night on public, just after you kicked of your high heels, high enough to see top of JB’s head, he leaned on the door and asked very random question “Where is this two sidedness coming from?”

You just put down your earrings from which your head was aching and turned to him “What do you mean?”

JB kept observing you like it’s the first time actually seeing you.

“What?!” you incited him with shaky voice. You felt like he was reading your mind. When he didn’t answer at once you sighed and turned back at him, starting to unzipp your dress as you made your way to the bathroom.

After a while he came in to lean on the doorframe and watch you getting ready to go shower.

“Can you just pretend we’re not alone?” his voice was at least disturbing.

You shook your head “I’m really tired - can you talk normally?”

“I wanna see your lady self.”

You blinked and got to the shower, giving him blank looks through the glass.

He changed position to see your face better and played with the hem of dress you left on the basin. A thought came on your mind that maybe he’s preparing to say something he’d never say out loud because he thinks you can’t hear him through the splashing water. His voice was low and he sighed a little like he was picking up courage. A nervousness poured you over with cold sweat.

“You...’ve got such a presence.. and power.... and beauty...I never told you... how proud I feel...when we’re on public and you’re so.. impressive.” and he gave you surprisingly long look “I just wish you’d sometimes be your lady-self before me as well so I know ‘m also worth your effort.” how he paused between the words and barely looked at you when he talked you knew he meant every line. And your heart dropped as you felt his emotions through his hesitating voice. He thought he’s not worth the effort!

You turned the water off and looked at him properly, this time with the softest look “Babe I thought you wanted me to be like that on public. I  did always what I thought you needed at that time.”

“Come here,” he pleaded with cracked voice so quiet and tender eyes. His hands were opening to you like a invitation for the warmest hug ever.

JACKSON

“...and so when I got there I drank all his coffee by mistake!”

“By mistake? Jacks how can you drink somebody’s coffee by mistake?!” you cried with laughter. Actually you were rolling on the sofa laughing your ass off because Jackson was just finnishing his story from the other day.

Jackson was maintaining his poker face, but corners of his lips were dancing zumba. He always got so happy when he saw you enjoying his stories and jokes. Ofc you were all about his stupid sense of humour.

That stands until you both are facing cameras, reporters or other celebs. Jackson was still the same, throwing jokes, unrequiered stories and weird looks to make someone laugh. But he gave up on making you laugh on public long ago.

“Why aren’t you laughing was it not funny?” he asked the first time you gave him bitch face on public. You shook your head and because knowing others can hear you shrugged “Maybe next time.”

He got used to that when he makes joke on public you are far from amused and he has to earn your attention. He called it your “jinyoung time” with the distinction you actually never cracked once you decided to be your sassy self.

Jinyoung himself sometimes even praised you for being so calm with Jackson on public (he didn’t know how you were really loosing your shit when you’re alone).

“Stop that Jinyoung crap now I really need a support tonight, please?” Jackson squeezed your hand while you got out of the car. You knew this time he has no friends around since it’s foreign music festival and he is insecure af. You pecked his cheek “Okay maybe you’ll make me laugh today.”

JINYOUNG

“Okayy soo.. I guess Bahamas??” your face went from nervous to quizzical. Planning holiday was on you and Jinyoung got specific reason for that. He loved how hesitant and insecure you were given that big task. It was funny watching you wandering finger on the map in front of you and not being able to make a firm decision.

“Oh I don’t knoooow,” you cried and rubbed your forhead.

“Do you want to go and have some sun or not?” he tried to help but held back laughter. He knew it’s not going to be any help.

You threw hands “I want both! I want to sunbathe and swim but I know I get fed up with heath after few days so unless you want to fly around the Earth with me for the whole 3 weeks I suggest you to YOU choose the destination.”

“Oh nono no you’re not making your way out of this. We agreed.” he gave his  uncompromising serious face and pointed at the map you were leaning away from “Go on.”

“Oh screw it.” you closed your eyes and randomly stick your index finger on the map “MADAGASCAR!”

Jinyoung held this memory before his eyes the whole family dinner you were currently having with his family.

As all of them were admiring his girlfriend’s determined spirit. His mum was asking you what are your plans for future after you finnish your post graduate. He held his breath as you gave her detailed plan you were obviously making up on place. He knew very well you have no plans bc the same question by him was unanswered the day before. Next his father praised you for being so sure of your steps in life and asked whether you’ve always been so sure and mature.

Jinyoung didn’t held it this time and burst out with laughter he quickly covered as cough. But after dessert time he catched you in the kitchen alone and took you by your hips to face him “What was that?? I didn’t know you are going to be a lecturer!” he laughed.

“Stop it you know I was obviously lying!” you tried to get out of his embrace but he had to get a kiss before he let you go with “And I was obviously enjoying that.”

YOUNGJAE

Youngjae had to move aside as you threw your high heels away “dAmn YoU!”

“Stop it - look Coco’s scared.” he warned you and picked his dog up. You threw the other shoe to through the hallway and cursed more.

“What’s wrong anyway?”

“I hate high heels!” you hissed and tried to get rid off those riddiculous dress as well “I hate walking in those I hate being in those! So unstable.. I’m all woblly and.. going to fall any minute. I’m just waiting to cause you some scandal like stumble over my own feet on the stairs and showing everyone my underwear! I feel so stupid when I wear those!” you practically cried the last words.

You burried your face in your hands with your dress halfway unzipped and your hair messy. Youngjae held his breath while you were talking.

You’re so stunning on high heels! He never knew you feel that way. He put down Coco and softly held your shoulders, fondling your naked skin.

“You never told me.”

When you didn’t reply he hugged you tightly “If you would I could tell you how elegant you look on high heels and how you seem like you were born to do it.” his words were half lost between your collarbone as he rested his chin there “I love it how you handle being in the spotlight.”

“Ohkay,” you sobbed and smiled a little “But I still prefer socks.”

He laughed “Oh, who doesn’t?”

BAMBAM

“Yes this is Dior’s fall 2020 season gown,” you nodded to the interviewer who just admired your dress “It’s actually the one’s that..” and you went into deep detailed story of the gown as Bambam proudly held your hand and smiled all around.

He had in mind the first moment he gave you these very dress.

“hoW mUcH?!” you freaked out when he showed you the most beautiful expensive looking dress you ever saw. He laughed and repeated the price he payed for those.

“whY?!” you were afraid to even touch them. He had to take your hand and let the fabric slipping through your fingers.

“Love that’s..” you gasped when you saw the bag in which it arrived “tHat’S FuCKinG DioR! BaM ThoSE Are FucKInG diOR’s DResS!”  and the whole evening went with you freaking over those, being shy, embarrassed, grateful and not being able to express wheter you’re glad he did something nice for you or angry he spend so much money on dress.

He just had to smile how serious and elegant you were now. No one could tell you know only what he tells you about the current fashion and that you were even scared to put the dress on. And exactly that’s why you were his queen.

“Oh tell me more when’s the new fashion week darling?” he pressed his cheek on yours and laughed to your ear.

“Shut up you.”

YUGYEOM

“I knooow honey it’s tough!” you nodded with your voice dripping with empathy as your friend was almost breaking down on a face time with you. She was sick to death of her busy life and you gave her almost hour of advices and support what to do when she’s stuck at home etc.

“Thank you y/n, I really appreciate that... see you soon.”

“Take care love, bye!”

You sighed at how desperate she looked. You knew Yugyeom is in the living room probably watching some series. But when you got up to go and do something his voice stopped you “Is she okay?” his head appearing in the door, peaking to see if you’re finnished.

“Yeah I hope she’s better now.”

You both agreed on what you’re going to cook for lunch and Yugyeom helped out a lot. But after he ate last bite he disappeared to his studio to do some work. You managed to kill time with tidying up after cooking, but what to do next? Feeling urge to do something productive you wandered around the flat. You had the “do nothing and everything” mood and it was exhausting.

Yugyeom came out of his room like three times to use bahtroom, get some water and so on and every time he saw you going from nothing to nothing. Everytime he smiled to himself and went back to work.

You hated this state of mind but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t start anything and you felt desperate for keep yourself busy. Finally a sleep came like a solution and you passed out on the couch.

“Babe sorry it took me longer.” Yugyeom woke you up with soft kiss on your cheek. He snuggled down almost at you and digged his head on your chest.

“What’s the time?” you mumbled looking around.

“About 5pm..”

“Oh shit haven’t done anything!” you started to move quickly trying to get up.

“Stay still.. it’s fine, let me rest a while and your duties are done for today.” he hugged you tight to stay down “also you were adorable today.”

“What do you mean?” fingers runnng through his hair.

“Just like an ad for cuteness. Wandering around not knowing what to do.. you were just adorable,...” he almost whispered his words as he was falling to sleep “you just gave a whole therapy session and there you are.. not knowing .. what to do with yourself.. so cute.”

[huniebunny]

Angst w/ Happy Ending - Ambrose

[Warnings: Vague mentions of sexual activity]

[Word Count: 840 words]

Age 6:

Ambrose stared in awe over the arm rest as his mother fixed up his older sister’s skirt. His mother noticed his presence and laughed softly as she paused her sewing to pick him up and set him on her lap. “Now, what’s making your eyes sparkle?” She asked, picking up her needle and the fabric again.

He watched his mother work with innocent wide eyes. “I want a sparkly skirt..” He mumbled, tugging at his boring brown shorts. His sisters always dressed up in such cute skirts and dresses! His father always got loud and red-faced whenever his sisters dressed him up though. He was only allowed to wear boring shirts and shorts. It wasn’t very fun.

“Well, then. Why don’t I sew you a little skirt for you to keep in your bag until you go to school?” His mother compromised. 

Ambrose’s eyes sparkled again and tossed himself back on his mother’s chest. She grunted in slight pain but pet his hair with a smile, glad she could make him happy.

Age 12:

Ambrose consistently wore skirts to school since his first year. The flutter and glitter of the fabric always entertained him, and he had been happier at school than he was at home. The girls complimented his skirt and would bring some of their own for him to try on. They invited him to play with their dolls and model with them.

While the girls favored him, the boys in his classes did not. The boys taunted him, making fun of the way he bounced around in his skirt. They pushed him over whenever they could without getting caught. He’d made more visits to his teacher to pull out splinters in his hands from the wood chips on the playground than he did playing in that time. 

The boys even got a hold on his skirt during their P.E. block. Ambrose came back to it dirtied and ripped beyond repair. He cried to his mother, who held him on her lap and offered to make him a new one. That comforted him a bit, but still didn’t erase that his first ever skirt wouldn’t be salvaged. 

Age 18:

Ambrose moved back to Italy with his father, when the man found his skirts. His father forced him to watch as the fabrics melted and burned, before scolding him that wearing things like that wasn’t acceptable for a young man. He was sent to an all-boys private school, in the hopes he’d learn how to be a man. And, everything about it was boring. The uniforms were boring, and the classes were boring, and his classmates were boring.

Until, he came across his first lover. He protected Ambrose from being further picked on because he distanced himself from everyone else. They sat alone together during breaks and lunch, shared each other’s food, and he made Ambrose feel more welcomed than he ever did moving back to Italy.

He shared such private things with this boy. Things he couldn’t tell his own father in fear of the reaction. And he shared his first kiss. It was better than he thought it would be, despite hesitating for so long.

Their relationship was kept secret. Kisses in the bathroom stalls, and cold hands under his shirt in the locker room showers. A quick wink across the classroom. It was exciting and fun, and Ambrose loved that boy for accepting him. But, it wasn’t made to last. Nor did it mean anything to his lover.

They graduated, and Ambrose asked him if they could finally be public with their relationship. Instead of an answer he hoped for, Ambrose received the cold-shoulder and brushed off with a non-committal, “That wasn’t real.”

Age 22:

College in America. Moved away from his parents. Lived off of minimal scholarship funds. But Ambrose freely wore the frills and glitter he adored. His closet overflowed with skirts, dresses, and crop tops galore. His classmates adored him, renaming him to “The Campus Rose”.

He set up his laptop and tripod on his bed, fiddling with the camera until the preset screen came on again. He rearranged the plush animals on his bed so there was more room for him to sit down, and he checked how many were watching the stream now. 3,000 watchers, and already a few donations before the show even started! He smiled and set the camera to start filming.

"Ciao, mutui, soliti e nuovi arrivati!" He cheered, waving his ring adorned hands at the stream. He watched the comments flood in with requests and donations, making him giggle. “Mutuals know the rules by now, but I think I see a few new people here! To the left side of your screen, there’s a donation bar with certain goals for the show. The more you donate, the faster we’ll get to use some fun toys! All donations will go towards making the next stream even better for you all, so don’t be afraid to give some requests to our mods in the chat!”

[slyther-bi]

Snucius for the newest ship asks ✌😊

Ah yes my main otp💕

Who said "I love you" first

Severus did, he said it during Lucius graduation and that was the only time Lucius ever cried in public

Who would have the other's picture as their phone background

Lucius would. He secretly took a picture of Severus working on potion who was wearing a tank top and had his hair tied back. Severus doesn't know about the picture and Lucius refuses to tell him cause Sev will just make him delete it. Lucius hardly used his phone but he always keeps it on him for safety and refuses to let anyone borrow it.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Severus. It's just him saying that Lucius sucks at singing but atleast he's hot.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Lucius of course. He loves to spoil his precious snake rotten. He practically buys anything that reminds him of Severus.

Who initiated the first kiss

Lucius, after Slytherin won the quidditch cup he was so excited that he practically grabbed hold of Severus and smashed their lips together. It was short but it enough to make Severus faint.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Severus cause Lucius claims he can only ever wake with true loves kiss. No matter how stupid Severus says it is he secretly enjoys it even if Lucius calls him his prince charming all the time.

Who starts tickle fights

Lucius does but only when he gets drunk and Severus absolutely hates it cause he's very ticklish even if he won't admit it.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Neither of them, they simply just join the other in shower. Sometimes Lucius asks Severus but that's only cause he likes to see Sev's face flush especially since he's asking him when they have guest over.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Lucius. Everyone at Hogwarts is surprised to see him there and think that Draco did something but Draco is the only one who truly knows that his father is here to see Severus.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Severus was rather shy about going on his first date especially since it was with Lucius. He went to Lily for help and she spent most of their time teasing him. Lucius was completely nervous, he was so nervous that Narcissa was the one who planned the date cause Lucius kept freaking out thinking that whatever he planned wasn't good enough.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Severus does, Lucius refuses to touch or go near those disgusting creature saying as they aren't worthy of his presence. Severus has to keep from smacking Lucius upside the head everytime.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they're drunk

Severus, surprisingly he is a very clingy and loveable drunk. He flirts with Lucius all the time and Lucius has many recordings of Severus doing so that Sev himself doesn't know about.

They both are disasters that I love so damn much!!🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜

[christmasgeek2010]

My Girl; Bang Chan One-Shot

Genre: Angst

Synopsis: You start to drown in your college work, and as a result, question your credibility and worth. Luckily, your boyfriend comes home just in time to catch you as you fall and remind you of who you are and what you’re worth.

Warnings: Self deprecating thoughts, mentions of nudity, established relationship.

A/N: Hello! This is my first work published here, and I’ve debated posting this for a few months, but figured if it gets no traction at least I had the balls to post it. If you have any feedback or want me to write something for you, don’t hesitate to send in an ask, or comment, or even DM me! I hope you enjoy!

~

You had always loved your balcony. Your french door balcony was your release. It was your relief from the world’s problems and your escape from any stress or tension you ever had. You had come onto this balcony when you had fights with your parents or friends, when you needed relaxation when doing homework, when you had a bad day at college or work, or when you found yourself longing for your boyfriend, Chan.

Chan. Christopher Bang. God, you loved Chan. He had asked you out in sophomore year of high school after you two met in middle school, and you two had been a team ever since. You two had the same friend group, watching as people came and went and cried and laughed together for almost ten years now. You two had gone to great lengths for each other, never giving up on each other or your relationship. You never knew how you got lucky to be able to know the man for almost a decade, let alone call him yours for a little over half that time. And he felt the exact same way about you. You were his world, his light, his muse. He admired how you carried yourself, always holding your head high and looking for the positives in any given situation. You always found something good to say, about anyone or anything. Even the most despised teachers on your college campus had been spoken about in a light manner from you. It was incredible how you could do something so easily that not many people can do with ease like you do. Yet, he didn’t see you breaking. 

You hid your bad days from Chan. You trusted him with everything you had in you, but he was the leader of an 8 man group that was currently on a steady incline in fame. His group, Stray Kids, was constantly releasing content, let alone music, and he had a hand in producing almost all of it. Plus, you can’t forget about all the variety shows the group does, the interviews, the music show performances, and not to mention his weekly Vlive show “Chan’s Room” he does on Sundays for Stays that last almost 2 hours sometimes. You went with them every chance you got, as you two were public for a while. JYP himself had come to accept the relationship. Mainly because he saw how much talent and potential Chan had, but he refused to break up with you for his career. You three compromised, and every day after college you go to JYP entertainment and help around as much as possible as your end of the deal. JYP told you a few years ago it was no longer necessary, but you insisted. You knew how much of a risk he took letting Chan date you through his trainee days into debut, and you felt like you owed the man a lot, even if he overworked your boyfriend and his group. You also went in because you got to see the boys often. You had grown a huge soft spot for them all, especially Jisung and Jeongin. 

Your dedication to your end of the deal, however, is the reason you’re on your balcony at 1:48am in the freezing rain. JYP told you to take a few weeks off to focus on your studies as he was sure you were falling behind, and falling behind you were. You had a massive stack of work that was overdue, and another of stuff that’s due soon. You had always been good at your studies and well advanced in education, but even this was overwhelming for you. It’s not like it was hard, it was all rather easily. However, even looking at the stack of work piling into both your laptop and at your desk made you uneasy and lightheaded. You had already eliminated half of the stack within the last 3 days, but it was so much. You wanted to hide from the world and shut it all out, run away from it all. The demons in your head constantly were at war. Convincing you that you weren’t worth Chan or your scholarships, that you weren’t worth the risk taken on you by JYP, that you weren’t worth being so close to such kind and selfless souls as Stray Kids. That you were a failure. That you should’ve been kicked to the curb by your lover long ago and he should be with someone far more better than you. It didn’t help that your boyfriend hadn’t been around for a day or two, having to spend more time than usual on producing for the group and making sure choreography was being made for the comeback that would be announced in a few months.

You leaned against your balcony’s railing, your hair sticking to your face as the flannel, Chan’s flannel, was sticking to your small frame along with the rest of your clothes. You didn’t hear the front door to your apartment open, didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hallway, didn’t hear the voice calling out for you, didn’t hear the bedroom door open, didn’t realize you had tears cascading down your face until you felt a warm and slightly calloused hand brush against your cheek, wiping away one of many droplets, rain or tear, before two arms wrapped around your body, immediately filling you with a sense of safety, warmth, and peace of mind.

“Why are you out here in the pouring rain, baby, and how long have you even been out here? Your clothes are completely soaked through. Talk to me, my girl.” The second name made you crack a small hint of a smile. You always loved when Chan called you his girl, it reminded you that he was your home, and that you were the luckiest woman in the world. You sniffled, only realizing you had been crying for a while when your nose was stuffed from crying, placing one of your hands gently on Chan’s arms and rubbing soft circles on the skin with your thumb.

“College has just been rough, Channie. That’s all it is. I have it handled.”

“You clearly don’t if you're in the freezing rain unconsciously crying, my love.” Chan tugged you inside, ever so grateful that your bedroom was carpeted as you two walked in soaked. He asked you to go into the bathroom and get undressed for a warm shower, grabbing a pair of panties and one of his shirts for you since he knew how much you loved wearing his clothes when you were upset. You did as he asked, knowing he was tired from work. He walked in and undressed with you, turning on the shower and getting the water to a desirable heat before helping you in, getting in behind you as he grabbed the shampoo and started scrubbing your hair gently. 

“Seriously, Y/N, what’s wrong? You know I won’t judge you, whatever it is.” You sighed and rubbed your arms, still warming up from the cold outside. 

“I’m overwhelmed with college. I’m way more behind in work than I realized, and even though I got through so much work while you were gone, it’s still so much, and that’s without what’s not past due. Looking at all of it makes me feel uneasy, like I’m a failure for having that much backwork. I don’t feel like I deserve you because of it. You work so incredibly hard, for the boys and for us, and here I am struggling to get my shit together like a responsible adult before graduating college this year.” Chan couldn’t help but frown as you told him your honest feelings. He was grateful that you didn’t hide stuff from him often, especially when it got really bad, but he also felt his heart ache at your pain. You were his best friend, his girlfriend, his partner in crime, and dare he say his soulmate, and he had seen you basically grow up. You were his other half. You both had similar work ethics and similar viewpoints in life, which meant you both tore yourselves down when you didn’t succeed how you wanted, and sometimes you both forgot that the other would never love you any less for not jumping over a hurdle with ease. 

“My girl, your struggles will never make me love you any less. You’ve always been my number one supporter, and I will always be yours. Your struggles are what make you human, and what make you who you are. And I love who you are. I still can’t fathom how I’m able to call someone who’s as understanding and patient as you. Anyone else would’ve left as soon as I started working the way I do, but you stayed. You stayed because you know that this is my dream, and you’re willing to live my dream with me. I couldn’t be more proud of how hard you work. You’re a full time college student, work part time at the company doing basically everything, you help me care for the boys, and tend to me when I’ve had a bad day at work or get stressed from being unable to finish songs. You’re truly amazing, and I couldn’t ask for a better person to call mine than you. The boys love you, and I love you a million times over. I could never be ashamed of you, or disappointed in a little bump in the road. You’ll always be my everything, understand?” Chan rinses your hair before turning you around. Hot tears start streaming down your face again, this time mixing with the warm shower instead of the rain. You gently wrap your arms around your sweet boyfriend, squeezing his torso as he can’t help but smile and hold you against him. His fingers comb through your hair gently, knowing that’s your best relaxing tactic. Your breath is shaky as you look up at him, nothing but appreciation and love in your eyes.

“I love you, Chan. I’m so lucky that you’re a part of my life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put into words how much you mean to me and how much you’ve influenced me over the years.” Chan’s smile only grows at your words, knowing that you’re going to be okay. Chan’s been your rock for what feels like a lifetime. He’s not perfect, and neither are you. Neither of you expect the other to be perfect. The two of you have always only asked for the other to try, and try you do. You both steady each other, make each other whole. Any one else would see your position, bare bodies embracing the other as a promiscuous moment, but to you two, it’s another moment in your relationship that makes you realize how much you love the other. There will be more, much more for you two to face, but that’s for another day. A day that will end with the both of you hand in hand ready to face whatever the world throws at you once more. A day that will only make Chan more certain that he wants to marry you, have kids with you, and grow old with you. That he wants you by his side when his group makes it even bigger worldwide, when they eventually disband, when he retires from the entertainment industry, when he only writes songs for you as gifts. When he releases his first love song inspired solely by you, when his best friends get married, when his parents are no longer a part of this world. He wants you, only you, forever you.

“I love you too, my girl. I’ll always be the luckiest man in the world, as long as I have you by my side.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

[-lastcall]

how often do you look in a mirror, a day? I honestly avoid that as much as possible. If I need to, I spend as little time doing so. I’ve become extremely self-conscious these past few years.  

you are thinking about somebody, and who might that be? I’m not, though.

who is the last person to see you in your underwear? Just me.

you need to vent about things, who do you call? No one. I’d do that in a survey and/or series of tweets.

do you enjoy deep conversations? Yes.

did you/are you planning on going to college? I did and graduated. did you ever place in the spelling bees in elementary school? I never participated in one.

do you remember your kindergarten teacher? I do.

what color is the shirt you are wearing? Like a lilac or lavender color.

the last text message you sent out said..? “Oh okay.”

do you ever feel like you are being watched? I haven’t felt that in a long time.

what color is your bedspread? Light blue.

you get a text saying they love your older sibling. you say? I’d have no idea who would send such a text. I’d assume it was a wrong number and just ignore it.

what is your biggest kept secret about? Hmm.

if you see a shooting star, do you make a wish? I’ve never seen one.

does it take a lot to make you in a bad mood? Not these days that’s for sure. It happens in the blink of an eye at anytime, multiple times.

what is your favorite relative? I don’t choose favorites when it comes to that, but there are family members I’m closer to than others.

your mom says she is in love with your principal. you freak out, right? I’m not in school, but yeah that certainly would have been shocking.

what was your biggest fear as a child? Bugs.

my biggest pet peeve is one-worded texts, what is yours? Eating sounds. Gahhh.

why did your last relationship end? He decided he was done.

did your parents ship you off to summer camp as a child? No.

in ninth grade, all you cared about is what? *shrug*

what would be your acceptance speech if you won an award? Uh, I don’t know? That’s something I’d have to spend a significant amount of time to think about. I couldn’t just come up with something like that on the spot.

have you ever lost a close friend? Yes. A few.

are you angry at anyone? if so, why? Just myself.

when was the last time you smiled truly? It’s been a long time. :/

pick: mcdonalds, wendys, or burger king. McDonald’s.

what is the most played song on your ipod? I haven’t used my iPod since like 2012, so I have no idea.

why did you choose this survey to take? I haven’t done it before and felt like taking it.

are there mosquitos where you live? if not, consider yourself lucky. Yes.

have you ever been inside of the statue of liberty? Nope. I’ve never even been to New York. I’d like to someday, though.

what is the first thing (other than clothes) that you see in your closet? A couple of my mini backpacks hanging up.

have you actually watched JONAS, or just assumed it was stupid? I did watch it. I was a huge Jonas Brothers fan at the time. I still enjoy their music.

what is the first thing you think of when i say blue? Sadness.

how old are you? I’m 31 years old.

what is your name, anyways? Stephanie.

have you ever built a snowman? Nope.

i fell down the stairs five minutes ago, ever done that? No.

do you still own any stuffed animals? I have a room full of stuffed animals, majority of which are giraffes.

where is the weirdest place you have ever had a bruise? *shrug*

what is the most addicting thing you have ever done? Drink coffee the first time.

do you visit your grandparents on a regular basis? No. They live out of state, unfortunately. They used to travel here to visit every summer, but a few years ago they just couldn’t make the long drive anymore and I haven’t been able to make a trip there.

what kind of deodorant do you use? The Secret brand in powder fresh.

did you basically waste your life in school, if the world ends in 2012? We’re still here.

do you sing to songs in the car when you are alone? I don’t drive so I’m never alone in the car, but I do sing along to songs in the car anyway.

do you laugh at other people when they are alone in their car singing? No. have you every actually written a song? I’ve attempted to before.

the world will end in an hour. what do you do? Die? <<< Ha, yeah.

ever visited time’s square? Well, no, since like I said I’ve never been to New York.

do you live in a place that is full of snow or only wishful, in winter? No, sadly. I wish it snowed here.

ever accidently sent a text message to the wrong person ABOUT that person? Omggg, no. I would die.

what makes you relax? I haven’t felt relaxed in a very long time. I really need a beach trip. 

are you one of those camera whores? No? What’s a camera whore? Just curious... <<< Someone who loves to take selfies. I’m definitely not.

what is the longest amount of time that you have gone without sleep? A little over 30 hours.

ever cried in public? Yes.

what color eyes does the person you are currently head over heels about have? There’s no such person, currently.

does the weirdest dream you have ever had involve your history teacher? Uh, no...

d03z iiT b@hHt3R y3wH d@T ii R0t3 liiK3 diiz? it bothered me. YES.

how many christmas trees are in your home during the season? One real one and then the mini one in my room.

do you remember the reason for the season or are you all for the presents? I absolutely do remember the reason for the season.

how many trophies do you own? Zero.

have you ever played any sports that involve a ball bigger than a coconut? I’ve bowled before.

do you still watch cartoons? Yes. Just earlier I was watching Braceface.

what name do you think is the prettiest on a girl? I really like the name Autumn.

do ya know a guy named ben? Yeah, they go by that nickname.

ever told your date you were going to the bathroom and actually left? No.

what never fails to put you in a bad mood? The miserable summer heat.

do you journal/blog any? This is it.

have you ever read any sarah dessen books? No.

what is the first thing that comes to mind when i say green? Christmas trees on my mind now.

have you ever made a threat that you went through with? I don’t make threats.

how many pillows are currently on your bed? I’m surrounded by them.

do you share a bed with anyone, or is it allll yours? It’s alllll mine.

are you scared to be alone after you watch a scary movie? Nah. are you totally annoyed when taylor swift wins all awards at an award show? I’m personally not a fan, but hey good for her.

do you own any songs that are from limewire? Not since the late 90s/early 2000s...

have you smacked anyone’s butt today? No. I don’t smack anyone’s butt.

are you from the north/south/west/east? West.

ya live in America, right? I do.

would you ever want to be a celebrity? Nooo.

did you ever take ballet as a kiddo? No.

[usagichanp]

lexthan

*rubs hands together* I was hoping someone would ask me that

This is gonna be a long one folks.

General:

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Life long partners, babey.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I think they had crushes on each other for a while. They didn't officially say "I love you" till a few months into their relationship, but they thought it sooner.

How was their first kiss? - I wrote a lesbian Lexthan version of their first kiss, though I don't think canon Lexthan's first kiss was like that. I imagine it to be not really planned out; just like they're talking to each other in the car and lock eyes, then slowly lean in and kiss. Since they've had kisses before, it's not a catastrophe, and it's actually fairly soft.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ethan. Wrote a whole ass fic about it.

Who is the best man/men? - I know who the best man is in my fics (it's my man Marsh, for those who have read it), but idk about the canon Ethan's best man. Maybe Danny (the Smoke Club Boy) but I'm not sure if they'd be friends enough to be his best man. He might not have one.

Who is the bride's maid? - Hannah. Duh.

Who did the most planning? - Ethan, but Lex chipped in too. Tom might help as well if asked lol

Who stressed the most? - Ethan. Though their ceremony isn't big, he still wanted it to be a good memory down the road (it was)

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

First they had just a courthouse wedding where they signed the papers, then had a tiny wedding ceremony with only close friends. Even if they could afford a proper wedding (Canon Lexthan prolly couldn't afford it) I don't think they'd want a big affair anyways. It's be exhausting.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Lex's mom. Obviously.

Sex:

Now we're getting to the good part lads

Who is on top? - Ethan is a fucking switch. You can't convince me otherwise. He tops maybe like... 60/40 or 65/35. But when Lex tops, she tops bitch.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Ethan likes instigating things since he's a horny teenage boy, but it Lex doesn't want to, he stops. Sometimes Lex instigates, but usually when she does she's in the mood to top.

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

I'd give it a 7.5, depending on the situation. While they try to tone it down around Hannah, when they have alone time they'd totally go for it. Ethan's glovebox in his car has a box of condoms in it at all times. What can I say, as I said before, they're horny teenagers

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

They don't like seeing each other hurt so they wouldn't like BDSM. They're not vanilla but nothing too crazy- blindfolding, light bondage (aka tying hands up with rope or cloth), scratching, light spanking, pegging

How long do they usually last? - It depends on how much time they have to have sex. They've done quickies in bathrooms or whatever before, but if they have all night then they're pretty good at prolonging it.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Absolutely. It is said in multiple fics (I think?) of mine that Ethan makes sure Lex has the same amount of orgasms as he does. Always.

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

They certainly can have slow, soft, romantic sex, but Ethan is also 100% capable of rocking Lex's world so hard she can't walk right for a week. (That happens in my first fic, Cassieopia, albeit off screen)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

1) I fucking love that metaphor 2) They don't get much physical affection at home, so they fucking love snuggling and cuddling- whether it be after sex or just hanging out. Sometimes they cuddle as a form of stress relief after a shitty day.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 2, maybe 3.

How many children will they adopt? - I think they might prefer to have children naturally, but in my California series they gain custody of Hannah when she's 12. Does that count?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Lex forces Ethan to learn how to change diapers. That being said, Lex isn't half bad at changing them either, since she helped change Hannah's when she was a child.

Who is the stricter parent? - They're not exactly strict parents, but both Lex and Ethan can definitely scold the kid. ("hAnNaH! tHaT bEtTeR bE fUcKiNg fLoSs!!!!!") That being said, both take care to not be abusive to their child, especially Lex. She doesn't want to be like her mom, so she tries to keep her temper in check.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ethan has good reflexes, and has stopped his kids from falling and hitting their chin on a playground structure more than once. (Fun fact! That happened to me when I was 3. I fell from a steel elephant shaped jungle gym at a German zoo, hit my chin on a steel bar, and bit through my lower lip/knocked 3 teeth out. I still have the scar years later lol)

Who remembers to pack their lunches? - Lex. Though the lunches aren't always the healthiest.

Who is the more loved parent? - I think they're both loved, but maaaaaybe Ethan a bit more.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Neither would attend PTA meetings out of the goodness of their hearts. If Lex or Ethan would go to a PTA meeting, it'd most likely be because they wanted to yell at a teacher or principal. They might go seperately or together depending on the severity of the issue.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Ethan wouldn't admit he cried, but he did. So did Lex.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Oh bitch, Lex and Ethan both said fuck the law. If it was just like, an overnight jail cell for some stupid misdemeanor, they might try to break their kid out. Otherwise, Lex would probably the one paying the bail because Ethan would try to punch the cop in the face if the cop talked shit about Ethan's kid. That reaction is not exclusive to cops.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Neither of them are exactly 5 star chefs, but they can hold on their own. Lex is better at cooking breakfast and Ethan is better at cooking dinner- but if he's exhuasted from work, Lex can cook dinner for him.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither are picky. Both of them grew up young scrappy and hungry just like their country without really the chance to be picky. They had to take what they could get.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Lex. She's good at calculating totals in her head. I wrote that in an unrealeased fic.

How often do they bake desserts? - Rather rarely. Perhaps on special occasions or to bond. Ethan has ruined the kitchen with his kid trying to bake a cake for Lex at least once. Maybe more.

Are they more of a meat lover or salad lover? - Meat lovers, babey. Fuck that fancy plant bullshit.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Ethan. I wrote that in the proposal fic.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Depends on what you count as "going out". Lex likes going to McDonalds, but Ethan is the one who suggests eating at actual restaurants.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Ethan, but both have had near misses.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both had fairly messy rooms as teenagers so they're not super anal about having sparkling clean rooms. That being said, when someone comes over Lex does try to tidy the place up a bit. At least enough to make it seem like they have their shit together. Ish.

Who is really against chores? - Ethan can be a bit of a lazy bones sometimes, but Lex isn't exactly a huge fan of chores either. However, she is used to doing chores since she practically raised herself and Hannah.

Who cleans up after the pets? - They take turns. Both hate it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Ethan, because he doesn't want to incur Lex's wrath.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Lex. As I said above, she actually actively cleans the house beforehand. Not to the level of that freaking out mom from the comedy video who's name I can't remember tho.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Ethan. He has a nack for finding random bits of money. Score.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Lex, though both take relatively quick showers to save water.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They actually like doing it together. It's nice to get some fresh air, and they enjoy each other's company.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Ethan goes over the top, partially to annoy Lex. You know that Christmas tree Chris Pine vine? Yeah, Ethan would fucking do that.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Live a better life together than they did in Hatchetfield. White picket fence and California dreams shit.

Who is more likely to sleep till noon? - Ethan, but Lex is known to sleep till 3 in the afternoon if she's really tired.

Who plays the most pranks? - Ethan. That's literally canon.

I can babble about them all day lol

[ben-hardy-jones]

Missing you

Author: @ben-hardy-jones​

Pairing: Billy x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, character death, fluff

Song: You Are The Reason by Calum Scott  

Word count: 2.800ish

Summary: Billy and you grew up together, spent every day together and loved each other to death until the day he never came back. 

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They say your first love will always be live and will live forever in your heart. Growing up with Billy, you would never imagine that to be so true.

Since the moment you were born, you two were destined to be by each other's side. You had only your dad, who took advantage of every moment to remind you how your mother's death was all your fault since you shared your date of birth with her death date.

The only positive thing in your life at that time was Billy and his mom. You two shared a lot in common. Both with a single parent who happened to be close friends, making you and Billy inseparable. Every day was spent at his house, fooling around.

Not even the fact that he was three years older than you stopped you two from becoming impossible to separate so much that people started assuming you were siblings.

 As the years moved, you slowly but surely drifted away from your father as his interests shifted to hazard and alcohol more than his own daughter. You were taken care of by Billy's mom after all, why would he care, right?

Growing up independently, having to take care of yourself a lot made you grow up sooner. Even sooner than Billy, which caused some tension between you two as he was often scolded for being way too childish while you, the younger one, was praised.

Things changed between you and Billy when you hit the age of thirteen and started to look at him in a different light. He was no longer the hyperactive blonde kid with bright green eyes and a cheeky smile in your eyes.

However, while you were busy daydreaming about your slowly raising love for a person you spent every day of your life with, he was occupied with his new friends. You'd never met them and didn't know who they were. Yet, you didn't like the idea of Billy being away from you for so long.

He would leave for school in the morning, shortly after you two texted, and come home late at night. Countless calls with his mom and she still wasn't able to tell you where he was hanging out. It made you anxious. She would always say that he's sixteen, he's a young teenage boy who likes to be free and she will not restrict him from that.

Eventually, you managed to find out what he was doing one day while watching the news. Police were looking for a group of three masked thieves who broke into few houses and stole expensive jewellery and tech gadgets. On the video playing on the TV, it was hard to tell who these people were. They moved like ghosts, jumping from one roof onto another like it was nothing. The newsperson even called them 'skywalkers', making you laugh lightly. But no matter how far from you he was, Billy was always recognizable for you.

You called him to your house that night. Unexpectedly, he came. Dressed in full black, he looked so different from the soccer-loving teenage boy you were used to. Even when you saw him every day, it felt like you hadn't talked in years. As he took off his black pullover hoodie, your eyes drifted to the exposed skin of his ripped tummy with prominent v-line before he fixed his shirt and covered himself. Turning around, you tried calming your hormones down by taking a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping on your cheeks. With a black backpack on his shoulder, he sat down on your unmade bed.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked, a small flirtatious smile on his face.

"What is wrong?" you cursed, staring deadly into his wide eyes as you stood in front of him with arms folded across your chest, "What are you doing, Billy?"

His brows furrowed as he leaned closer to you. His elbows were supported by his athletic thighs.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know you. I know the real you but this," you pointed at his outfit, "this is wrong. I'm not stupid, I saw you on TV-"

"Y/N-" he tried to interrupt you but unsuccessfully.

"Don't Y/N me. You're a thief. You steal expensive things from people and why? To go to prison for the rest of your life. Why?"

"I'm helping mom and you, okay? Where do you think all the money, she gives you comes from? She's a hairdresser, barely getting by," he grabbed your hand, pulling you to him, "we have nothing left after she pays the mortgage, buys groceries and pays all the bills and she has to take care of not just her own child but you as well."

"I never asked for any of that," you mumbled, sitting on the bed next to Billy.

"I'm a good thief, alright?" he joked, a chuckle leaving your lips, "They won't catch us. We're fast and we're quick. Police can't keep up with us. That's why they asked the public for help."

You laid your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek.

"I will take care of both the woman I care about, alright? I'm not leaving you behind and I'm not going anywhere either."

Looking up, his eyes were already on you as his nose brushed yours slightly. A cold chill ran down your spine as his hand cupped your face so gently like he thought you were made of porcelain.

"What if you get caught?"

His laugh was quiet and subtle, but it still made your heart jump.

"I won't, don't worry about that."

Time seemed to stop as you stared into each other's eyes. There was no need to do anything. You laid your chin comfortably on his shoulder as his hand snuck around your waist, his hand gently squeezing your hip.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded with a sheepish smile, not able to say a word. Billy's lips felt soft and moved against yours almost naturally. There were a few moments when your teeth clashed and your noses bumped into each other but no first kiss was ever perfect. With Billy, however, it didn't matter what people imagined when someone said the word 'perfect'. For you, anything related to Billy was perfect no matter what.

 Months went by and you found yourself in a bathtub with your naked back against Billy's chest. His hands caressing your flesh anywhere he could reach, the warmth of the hot water relaxing your sore muscles.

"Do you work for someone or is it just you and the others stealing random stuff?" you mused, head resting on his shoulder. Billy kept drawing circles on your upper thighs.

"Why would you ask that?"

His lips gently touched your naked skin, planting wet kisses everywhere, sometimes biting subtly to create a red mark that would disappear in a few seconds.

"Just wondering," you shrugged in an attempt to appear uninterested.

"I've never met him but there is a guy who always tells us what to steal and then pays us."

"Isn't it better to just do it all yourself so you get more money instead of risking your life for someone you've never met before?"

You could feel Billy smiling against the flesh of where your neck meets your shoulder.  

"Didn't you lecture me a few months ago about how bad stealing is, love?"

"Like I said, I'm just wondering," you turned your head to the side, facing your lover as his arms moved around your waist, pressing you into him.

"How about I'll answer all your questions after our bath, alright" he whispered, lips brushing yours teasingly as his hand slid down your tummy. Goosebumps appeared on your skin. Pushing forward, you closed the gap between your lips and surrendered to Billy's idea.

 Time flew by. Billy stood by your side during the hard times as well as during the sweet ones. He was one of only a very small number of people who attended your father's funeral, his hand never leaving yours as you cried silently by his side.

Life became harder out of nowhere. Billy's skills grew more and more professional and he became an excellent and untouchable thief. You thought he would stop stealing when he earned enough money but trying to persuade him into getting a normal, legal job was pointless.

He started going abroad. It made you scared for his life even more. Billy was out there, in the unknown, getting tangled up in illegal life and you felt like you were losing him.

Lying on your side, you were trying to close your eyes when you heard movement from the kitchen. Slowly getting up, you tiptoed to see if there was an intruder. Billy wasn't supposed to come home until next week.

But there he was, standing by the sink, drinking a glass of water as his favourite blue jacket with white stripes laid on the kitchen counter.

"Billy," you exhaled, running into his arms, throwing yours around his neck to bring him close. The faint smell of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat hit your nostrils and you relaxed, even more, when you realized your Billy was finally back.

He hissed the moment you buried your head into his neck.

"What's wrong?"

Pulling away, you cupped his face gently, running your thumbs across the dry skin of his face, subtly cursing him for not taking care of his own body.

"I'm alright, love," he tried assuring you, but your eyes already landed on two bloody gushes on his right eyebrow, only protected by already dirty butterfly stitches.

"Are you joking right now?" you scolded him. Grabbing his hand tightly, you led him to sit on one of the bar stools as you swiftly ran to the bathroom to grab your first aid kit.

Billy was patiently waiting for you with the knowledge of not fighting you. Didn't matter that he was around 16 centimetres taller with mountains of muscle. You were the one in charge in your relationship.

He watched with an adoring smile on his beaten face as you walked towards him while rummaging through the kit, cursing under your breath about how stupid his job is.  

"Aren't I lucky to have a nurse by my side?" he enthused while you prepared everything that was needed.

"I'm not a nurse yet," you replied, emphasizing the word 'yet', "I'm graduating next year so you better be in the country."

"I'll make sure of that."

Raising your eyebrow, you stopped wiping the blood off his skin.

"I promise," he chuckled, squeezing your wrist reassuringly.  

"This would heal better with proper stitches and not butterfly stitches," you mumbled underneath your breath as Billy watched you work with adoration in his eyes, "but of course you're too tough to go to the hospital, big guy."

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a woman like you by his side and every time he left, he counted the hours 'til he would be back and be able to hold you in his arms.

 Almost a year later, you turned around in the doorway, Billy's old shirt loosely hanging on your naked body as you watched the man you loved with your whole heart lying on his back, the blanket barely covering his lower area as he stretched in the bed, his prominent muscles bulging.

"Come here," he mumbled sleepily with a raspy morning voice as he motioned for you to come back to bed.

Without a second thought, you obeyed and tiptoed towards him. Stopping at his side, he extended his arm towards you. Your hand fit perfectly into his as you interlocked your fingers.

"I need to shower, Billy," you smiled. However, it was useless. His cheeky smile appeared on his handsome face as he tucked forward, making you fall on top of him.

"Billy, seriously, I have to be in uni in an hour."

His lips went straight to your neck, sloppy kisses covering a few faint bruises he left on you a few days ago. Pride surged through him. He felt you shiver as his hand slid underneath your shirt, laying on your lower back and slowly moving downwards, making you moan.

Within seconds, you were underneath him as he kissed your lips passionately while you wrapped your legs around his naked hips.

"I only need five," he mumbled between the kisses as you surrendered to him completely, letting him do whatever he desired with your body.

 Making coffee, Billy's hands snuck around you from behind as he pressed a quick kiss on your temple.

"How was uni?"

"Exhausting as always," you replied, filling both your cups with brown liquid before putting the kettle down, "aren't you supposed to be 'working'?"

"There's no need for the air quotes, love."

"Well, I've never heard about stealing being a job."

Billy smiled and helped you with breakfast. Quickly finishing the scrambled eggs before putting them on plates.

"I'm leaving for Kiev tomorrow," he announced while eating his breakfast as you were just sitting down.

You looked at the calendar on your fridge, frowning.

"But I have my graduation ceremony on Friday, Billy?" you pouted, putting your fork down.

"That's far enough."

"It's Sunday. Can you fly to Kiev and make it back within five days?"

"Of course. It's a simple job-"

"Don't lie to me," you interrupted him as you looked him in the eyes. Billy and you spent so much time together that it was impossible for either of you to lie to each other.

"Look," he put down the fork and came to you, kneeling next to your chair, "we'll arrive on Monday noon. Preparation will take a day or two before the mission and I will be back by Thursday evening tops. Don't worry about me, love, I'll be alright."

"Why Kiev?" you couldn't help but ask as he held your hands tenderly.

"There's this necklace called Kalahari. We're supposed to get it for someone. It's big money, love. We'll be rich."

"I don't wanna be rich. I want you to be here with me," you whispered, looking at your fingers.

"I have to take care of you and mom. Plus, I'm good at what I do, alright? Stop worrying and let's enjoy today before my flight," he kissed your forehead and sat down again, finishing breakfast in silence.  

 It's been three months now and you don't think you'll ever recover. The cold autumn breeze messes up your hair swiftly put into a bun as you stand in the empty cemetery in front of his grave, remembering how it all went down.

You remember waiting for him. Waking up on that Friday morning, getting ready for your ceremony while looking at your front door to see Billy walking in any second. That never happened.

Feeling worried and heartbroken as your eyes searched the crowd of proud parents, siblings and friends for his heartwarming green eyes and that blonde mess on top of his head he called hair. You expected to see him standing next to his mom who was recording you as your name was said, a huge smile on her face.

Deep inside, you were hoping he was just late. Maybe the mission got delayed and he'd be back that night. But he wasn't. He didn't come back next week either.

And then you got the news. His mom called you one early morning. Her cries were loud, she was hyperventilating as she told you. Billy was gone and he wasn't coming back.

The funeral was pitiful. You recognized two people who turned up as those who worked with him. They didn't stay until the end. Probably just making sure he was truly dead. It was just you, his mom and a boy who told you he was his friend, but you never met him.

Holding a tissue in front of your face, you tried to hide the running mascara as you stood by Billy's mom's side, holding her hand tightly. Two hours after the empty coffin was lowered into the grave, you were the only one left.

 A chill runs down your spine as you start to feel the cold air around you.

"Remember when you said you'd grow old with me?" you choke out. Your heart feels empty as you look at Billy's name written across the grave, "You're a bastard for leaving me here alone, Billy, but I'll never stop loving you."

One last time, you read the engravings you chose: "I lived a good life. Now I'll have a good rest."

"Happy anniversary, baby."

Lying the blue rose in front of his grave, you turn around to walk away. Your car, brought by Billy for your twentieth birthday, is the only one at the cemetery. Sitting at the driver's seat, you finally let the tears go, wetting your cheeks as you cry your heart out while tightly holding the heart necklace with a photo of Billy and you together, the last remaining piece of him you'll hold tightly for the rest of your life.

[dobrikswriting]

Broken

Request: Request: Can you write an image about David where the reader and him used to date but it ended badly, so the reader goes home (somewhere far like on the east coast) and tries getting over him. Because their relationship was public, her friends turn on her, so the reader tries to kill themselves and David finds out. Something soft and edgy

Keep the requests coming :)

TW: Suicide

"I don't think I can do this anymore." I said finally after about an hour of arguing. I don't even remember what started the fight but lately it seemed like we didn't need a reason to start going at each others throat.

"So you're just done with us then?" David said rolling his eyes. "Just giving up. That's so like you y/n" He scoffed.

"What are you talking about David?!" I shouted back, anger had worn off and I was just tired and drained and hurt. "I'm not giving up I am holding on to you for dear life but you can't be bothered to make any time for me at all. What am I even giving up on there isn't even a relationship here anymore all you care is about is your vlogs and your friends." I said tears starting to well up in my eyes as I looked at the man that once held all the happiness in my life. I loved him. But I was tired of feeling like I was the only one putting work into the relationship.

"Whatever it's my job do you like living the way you do?" He said not even looking in my direction. "I think you're right lets just end this." He said, no emotion in his voice as he got up from the couch we were sitting on and leaving to his room shutting the door behind him. I sat on the couch for a couple minutes. There was a part of me that was happy to be done with the fighting and almost optimistic of what the future could hold without having the pressure of the fans and the public. But most of me was sad. I don't know how we let it get to this point, we used to be the best couple. We used to make time for each other and we used to clear our days just to see one another. Now I was lucky if I got an hour alone with him once a week. I picked up my bag and walked out of the once familiar house that now just held a lot of memories I no longer wanted to remember. Not even the good ones. My heart ached and I just wanted to forget David all together.

-- 2 weeks later --

I unloaded the last box from my dads truck, setting it down and looking at the small apartment and thinking of ways I could make it feel more like home. "I'm glad to have you home sweetheart." My dad said pulling me in for a hug and kissing me on my forehead. I looked up at him and I know he could see the hurt inside me. That man has known me like the back of his hand all 22 years I've been alive. "I know it's hard right now but remember who you are. You don't need anyone to you special. You do that all on your own. Be young and have fun." He said pulling me closer before letting me go. "I gotta get back home but let me know if theres anything I can do for you. We'll do dinner tonight okay? I love you" 

"Okay I love you too Dad." I replied and giving him the most convincing smile I could before he left me and I could drop the act. 

Once I was alone I sat down on the floor looking around at the apartment. It was small but it would do. I never thought I'd have to move back to New York. I never thought I'd have to live alone or be alone again, but here I was and I was so truly alone. After the break up I thought I would get a clean cut from life and get a new start. That was far from the truth. When David and Liza broke up they did it in the perfect way where no one was at fault and this is what was best for them both, but for David and I it was a completely different story. I was just gone, and not mentioned except to be the butt of some jokes. No one tried to make it seem like it was mutual or that we both did things wrong. No one out right said I was a bad person but the second we broke up the fans ate it up and ran with it. Everyone thought I was this monster and of course thought that i treated David horribly or cheated or something. It wasn't even worth it to stand up for myself.

I had thought moving home would help to be around people that knew me before David people that were MY friends. But when I made the decision to leave LA I texted a couple people I thought would be happy and I either got no reply or a half hearted one. Its sucked being the less liked person out of a break up.

I stood up not wanting to think about it anymore and started on the unpacking. While I was doing that I texted a couple friends hoping we could get together and have drinks since I got back. I unpacked for about another hour before going to check my phone thinking I would have a couple replies but there was nothing. I sighed and laid down on my bed, as I watched the ceiling fan move in circles and thinking about what I was going to do I saw my phone light up out of the corner of my eyes, I perked up hoping it was a text. 

"New Video From David Dobrik" The youtube notification read. I hadn't turned them off yet. Something in me liked to watch them. I liked to see him being happy and having fun that was the David I fell on love with. It seemed like the breakup hadn't phased him at all. I started to watch the video until I couldn't see anything any more because the tears had completely blurred my vision. He was so happy and I'm falling apart. I had never felt so small.

How was it so easy for him to just move on and go about his day and pretend I never existed. How was it so easy for people who were supposed to be on my side who were supposed to me friends and my support system to completely turn their backs on me when no one knows the story. No one knows what happened but they're all so ready to believe some trashy internet article rather than me. I completely broke down. I hadn't cried at lot after the break up and it feel like my body was holding it all in for this very moment. I had never felt more alone. I cried until my body just shut down and I closed my eyes and fell asleep, my eyes no longer able to keep themselves open.

 I woke up with a pounding headache, and a little disoriented. I looked around and reached for my phone. One text from my dad fifteen minutes ago.

"Dinner in an hour sound good?" I quickly replied that I would be over soon. I had only slept for an hour and I still felt so exhausted. I got up and went to the bathroom to get some advil for my head before I realized it hadn't been unpacked yet. I sighed and started to sift through all the bathroom boxes to find it. I had found my makeup, hair supplies and skin care products but no advil. I opened the next box that thankfully did have the advil but something else caught my eye more. The orange prescription bottle that was full of small white pain killers. I had completely forgotten about the medicine from both mine and davids wisdom teeth removal. We didn't use most of the pills and we combined the two bottles into one after when we had to travel shortly after the surgery, wanting to have them just in case. I picked the bottle up and for a second I thought to myself that this was the dumbest idea I ever. The idea to take all them right now. 

But a bigger part of me wanted to take them so badly. It seemed like the answer that felt the best. The answer that would cause me least amount of pain. Just to be gone. I had already seen how easy it was for people to forget about me and move on so who would I really be hurting. I had always struggled with depression my whole life going off and on anti-depressants after I tried to hurt myself when I was in high school. Since I had moved to LA I had been able to keep myself on track with therapy and taking my medication but that hadn’t been happening lately.

I didn't take time to think everything through I just grabbed a glass of water and threw back a couple of pills with each gulp. I didn't keep track of how many I was swallowing I just kept going until the bottle was empty. I slowly walked out to my disorganized living room sitting on the cheap couch and laying my head back. A sense of peace washed over me thinking everything would be over soon. No tears, just memories going through my head.

My high school graduation, with all the people I thought would always have my back. I thought back to the first time I met David, a loud club with people dancing and music playing but I remembered the first time I saw him my world stopped. I smiled as the memory washed over me. I couldn't help but think how it would of been different if our lives weren't public. I could feel my stomach start to turn and my body starting to reject the contents I had filled it with. I focused harder the memories flashing through my head. A few tears welled in my eyes thinking about my dad and how much this would hurt him. Ever since my mom left when I was three it was me and him against the world. Even when he got remarried and had my little half brother, there was a bond between us that no one else would ever come close to. I hoped he would understand.

After a while my body started to go into panic mode as the drugs started to do the damage I had intended them to do. My brain was calm though and as my world started to break down around me I tried to find my happiest memory. The best thing I could think of to be the last time I ever think of. Davids face wouldn't get out of my head and all I could think of was the very first time we said I love you. We had just gotten back from filming a bit with Jonah's family and we were sitting on the couch, David had his headphones in and was focused on editing, I was about to go home so I kissed him on the cheek to say good bye and as I went to turn around he grabbed my hand. I looked back at him and he was looking at me with more love that I than I thought anyone would ever have for me. "I love you." He said softly. I can't explain how happy and loved I felt in that moment. I wanted to stay trapped in that memory forever. I remembered over and over again how his hair fell when he ran his hands through it, always perfectly messy. How good he looked in glasses, and how my heart raced when he looked at me with that little grin when he was slightly biting his tongue. I remembered everything, until I could remember nothing. And everything went black.

----

(David's POV)

I looked out the window as the plane landed, anxious to be able to get off the plane and get to New York. The last day had been a blur I almost don't remember how I got here. It started with Erin calling about a weird snapchat story she saw y/n's brother had posted and then finding out she had tried to kill herself. Thinking about what was going through her head to make her come to that solution made me sick to my stomach.

To think I played a part in her thinking made me feel like I shouldn't have jumped on a plane to see her. I should of left her alone and let her family take care of it and kept myself as far away from her as possible. She deserved better. But I couldn't I had to tell her how much she meant to me and how it would destroy me if something happened to her. The past few weeks without were the worst of my life. I hadn't talked to anyone about why we broke up, i think i just didn't want to admit that I was the bad guy in the situation. That I had fucked up and was focusing too much on things that didn't really matter and not enough on the one thing that was my escape from the world. The one person that had my back so much that I became used to it. I became used to it and I felt comfortable and all the things she did for me instead being grateful for them I started to expect her to do them. And when she left I realized the giant hole that was in my life without her, but i felt like I had no place in asking for her back. She deserved someone that always knows her worth not someone has to lose her to realize it.

The ride to her house felt like it was 10 hours long, hitting every stop sign, I wanted to scream at the uber to run every light. But I just kept my calm preparing myself for what I might be walking into. I don't know if she was even going to be there or going to let me talk to her but I had to try. It took a lot of convincing to her her brother to give me her address after he told she had already been released from the hospital and I needed to see her.

My uber pulled over outside of run down apartments. They looked dark and not the welcoming environment y/n usually surrounded herself with. I quickly got out and started walking to the entrance, walking down the hall searching for her apartment number. I stopped in my tracks as I saw her apartment. I took a couple deep breaths as I knocked on the door, I heard movement and was happy to see there was no peep hole on her door so she wouldn't know it was me and ignore me. I heard the latch on the door unlock and it opened.

 I almost didn't recognize her. She looked so different, tired and like she hadn't been eating. She had no emotion on her face until she realized it was me then she instantly moved to slam the door which I caught with my hand.

"Please just give me a couple minutes." I pleaded.She didn't even look me in the eye as she threw her hands in the arm and just walked back into her living room. I took that as an invitation and walked in shutting the door behind me.

"It's nice in here." I said looking around her new home, it was nice, but not as warm and inviting that her last place had been.

"Why are you here?" She asked sinking into the couch.

"I just wanted to see and make sure you're okay. Your brother told me what happened and I was worried." I said not sure if I could sit next to her so I decide to just stand. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know why he thought it was okay to tell you anything about me but I think you already know the answer to that question David." She spat back at me. "No I'm not okay but I don't need your pity party, I don't need you to pretend to care about me so you feel better about yourself so you can go back to your awesome life in LA and not feel like you had anything to do with what I did." She said finally making eye contact with me for the first time. I had never seen her eyes look so hurt.

"That's not why I'm here." I replied. "I'm here because I do care, I needed you to know that if you think i don't care about you, thats wrong. If you think I wasn't affected by you leaving, that couldn't be further from the truth. I had to interrogate your brother to figure out what happened he didn't want to tell me but I needed to know. I needed to know that you were okay and I needed to see you." I said looking away from her. I couldn't stand that I played any part in making her like this.

 "Look David that's thoughtful. Thank you for checking on me. You can leave now. I'm alive I didn't actually kill myself, your conscious can be cleared. Now you can go back pretending I never existed, like you have been since I left." I could hear the hurt in her voice as she replied back to me.

"I messed up. I should of never let you leave that day. I should of told you I care. I should of made changes so you could see that I care. I should of never let you feel like I didn't care to begin with. My life isn't the same since you left. And I needed to see you and tell you that I love you with my whole heart and I'm sorry." I replied back hoping she could feel the sincerity in my voice.

"Everyone turned against me. You just went about life as normal with your friends to distract you but I had no one." She said, my heart started to get tight as I realized my actions went beyond what I could imagine. "You didn't think to clear the air? You didn't think to mention that us breaking up wasn't my fault and that I had been trying for month!" She shouted. "Everyone left me because of you. I have no one."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't talk about you. I couldn't admit that I was the fucking idiot that lost the best thing that I've ever had." I moved closer to sit down next to her. "You have people in your life that care about you and I'm sorry for anything I did to cloud that. Y/n when I found out that you...... when I found out what happened all I could think about is that in that moment I would throw my whole career away for you to be okay. I don't care about it. Not like I care about you." I said I could feel tears start to form in my eyes, now that I was sitting next to her I could smell her perfume, the same one she always wore. It had an oddly comforting effect and I just wanted to reach out and hold her.

"That's nice and all David but it's too late." She said I could feel her start to get up."Please don't get up." I said grabbing her arm lightly. 

"If you want nothing to do with me I will leave and never bug you again. But y/n, if you give me another chance I will never mess up again." I begged. She stayed sitting next to me.

 "You can stay and we can talk but I don't know if its going to change our ending."

"I'll take it." I said back and she looked over at me and I could tell tears were ready to pour out of her eyes. She closed her eyes and began to sob. 

"I'm pissed that I miss you so much. I want to hate you and not need you." She said through tears. I didn't say anything as I held her closer to me wrapping my arms around her and kissing her head and she cried into my chest. 

"Everything will be okay." Is all I could reply as she continued to cry. It would take a while but genuine believed what I was saying. And i was willing to work to make sure it was.

[thephantomofthe-internet]

The Battle of Troy

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 5,817

Warnings: Swearing, violence, fighting

Author’s Note: I’m hella sick and in need of some sort of pick me up so here ya go! Does anyone still like Steve Harrington?

Tag List: @carolimedanvers @moonstruckhargrove @casaharrington @thechickvic @balladblood @alex--awesome--22 @so-not-hotmess @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @hipsmcgee @ashecilev

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“Tell me why I don’t like Mondays, tell me why I don’t like Mondays, tell me why I don’t like Mondays; I wanna shoot the whole day down…”

You’d turned your car radio up, still parked outside Hawkins High School, in the closest spot to the middle school across the field. You’d been waiting for almost half an hour and you’d taken to chewing angrily on a pencil. You’d run out of bubblegum fifteen minutes ago.

The Boomtown Rats hated Mondays. But you? You hated Wednesdays.

On Wednesdays, you had to pick up your half brother, Troy, from school. Every other day of the week, your mother picked him up and you went home or to your job at the Hawkins Public Library. But on Wednesdays your mother worked the afternoon shift at the beauty parlour. So you had to take up the role of taxi driver and chauffer him home.

The problem was that you absolutely hated that damn kid.

Troy was a monster. You swore that he was a psychopath. He was a dick to everyone and everything but the second anyone called him on it, then he cried crocodile tears to his mother who took his word as law and destroyed whoever Troy claimed hurt them. He was vile. When he broke his arm a year prior, you laughed. It helped that his story was insane, but your mother still took him to the police station and forced some poor officer to take down the wild story Troy told of Michael Wheeler’s cousin Ellen from Switzerland. According to the Wheelers, they had no family in Switzerland and no family visiting them at the time. The case was never pursued further and Troy was stuck with his arm in sling for his whole Christmas break. He got nothing that could be played with using one hand; it was all baseball equipment and Atari games he couldn’t play. You watched with a smirk as he sulked for the whole holiday.

But that was a year ago, now he was back with vengeance. And he was set to take it out on the foursome who tried to destroy him, in his eyes.

And now, he was late. You let out a dramatic sigh as the Boomtown Rats switched to White Snake and you popped open your driver’s side door. You intended to figure out where that kid was. It wasn’t that you had anywhere to be, not exactly, it was simply that he was wasting your time. All you wanted to do was go home and bask in the icy air of central cooling Dave had finally invested in. And Troy was ruining that.

You marched down the sloped hill of the browning field, dodging kids as they run off in various directions. In the centre, you saw an awful scene unfolding.

First, there was the terrible foursome your brother hated so much. You recognized Michael first, because you had met him and his mother during the investigation your mother insisted on. Then there was the kid they called ‘zombie boy’, on the grass, in the foetal position, cover his head in preparation for being pummelled. Then, there was Troy, straddling him, fists landing sharp jabs all over his body. Michael and his nameless friends were screaming and one of them, a goofy looking thing in a science themed tee shirt, was trying to pull Troy off by his shoulders.

And then, sprinting in like a golden retriever, came Steve god damn Harrington, in his awful sailor uniform from the new ice cream shop in the mall. Your friend Robin worked there too and you’d seen the pair of them serving the cold treat with a forced smile. Why on earth he was there, you had no idea. No seniors showed up during the last weeks of school, they all skipped right up until graduation. The only reason why you showed up was because you had to submit your photos to the yearbook committee, late as usual. The yearbook went out in a week, so naturally the whole photo team was pissed off at you.

You still had your Polaroid camera around neck, where it usually sat as you scanned your terrain for images you wanted to capture. In front of you stood a moment that needed to be captured. None of the group had noticed your presence, so you pulled it up to your eye and snapped a singular image. The sound of the click and bright flash brought most of the group’s eye to you. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t draw in Troy’s attention and you caught the perfectly blurry image of him beat the shit out of some innocent kid. You caught it before it hit the grass at your feet, shoving it into your back pocket.

Steve pulled the kid in the science shirt off Troy and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, lifting him off the zombie boy on the floor. You marched up to him, looking up at his annoyed looking face. It was almost cute, he looked like a little puppy dog.

“I can take it from here.” You said with a smile. Steve looked at you curiously, doing his best to hold his stern look. The smile turned into a scowl “Drop him.”

Steve did so easily, letting him hit the floor knees first. You pulled him up off the ground, squeezing his arm to keep him from turning on the guy. “You are going to get your ass in the car right now or I am going to kick your ass right here.” You whispered harshly, tightening your grip when he looked away.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’ll tell mom that you hurt me.” Troy shot back.

You pulled out the picture, now almost developed, hold it up to his face. “You try anything and I’ll show mom this and explain why you made us late. Now,” you pulled the image high above his head “Get your ass in the car. Now.” You released his arm and Troy ran off like a shot towards the parking lot.

You turned your attention to the group. The little zombie boy was off the ground, grass stained and bruised. Science kid was arguing with Steve and Michael and company were looking over zombie boy.

“You alright?” you asked awkwardly. Four heads turned to look at you, each more judgemental than the last. You maintained your smile, keeping your focus on the beaten boy. He nodded shyly, looking away from you towards Michael, who stepped forward boldly. “Alright, he bugs you again; you come to me, okay? I’ll deal with him.” You said.

Michael looked you over curiously “Aren’t you his sister?” he said. It sounded more like an accusation than a simple question.

“Half-sister.” You shrugged. Michael nodded without another word and you took that as your cue to head back to your car. Troy was tugging violently on your door handle, trying to climb into the driver’s seat. You made your way over slowly, creeping up behind him and smacking him upside the head.

“Backseat, dumbass.” You grumbled. He stomped away and you started up the car. You had already decided that you weren’t going to bring this up to your mother, let him wet his pants over it for a few weeks. School was almost out and Troy was going to sleep away camp for the whole summer, a breath of fresh air for you.

You drove off fast, leaving Steve staring after your car. He’d never even seen you before, and you just saved one of his kids. But you were a hero to them now, in a small way, the grandest gesture he’d seen all day. Hawkins was full of selfish people who didn’t bat an eye at the suffering or problems of others around them. Nobody else tried to even stop that kid when he tackled poor Will to the ground, most of the kids passing looked over with vague surprise as they passed. Nobody seemed to notice or even think it was that interesting. But you? You handled it with grace and poise, camera at the ready, and no fear anywhere on your face.

You were fearless.

Not that Steve was afraid of a stupid kid, just the danger he provided for the kid.

He was ready to handle the situation with ease, but you strode in like Joan of freaking Arc, your hair shining in the afternoon sun like a halo, camera strung from your neck, guarding you like a shield. Your fists were clenched at your sides, but you went for the camera first. You were tactful, you thought quickly, and harmed only those who had earned it. You were just…cool.

Steve made up his mind to thank you properly in that moment.

He just didn’t think it would take all summer.

It turned out there was a reason he could never find you, you were practically an enigma. You seemed to have no close friends in school, you had shared no classes, and he couldn’t find you in his yearbook. You were a ghost. He spent the whole graduation ceremony on edge, hoping that you were a senior so that he could at least get a name. Dustin and his friends had no idea what Troy’s last name was and they weren’t willing to risk their safety to help him. So Steve was on his own.

Luckily, you were a senior. He nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw you take the stage and heard the announcer call your name. There you were, shrouded in a golden glow, smiling as you took the rolled diploma from the principle’s hand. You looked heavenly, tall and proud and golden in the sunlight. So you had a name. Cross checking with his yearbook, you had a missing photo symbol instead of a picture. It almost made sense.

Now he had a name, all he needed to do was figure out how to find you. Of course, he found your phone number in the Yellow Pages, but just calling would be creepy. So he decided to set out and find you. He worked at the mall, it shouldn’t be impossible to find you.

Except it wasn’t.

You didn’t spend much time at the new Starcourt Mall, you didn’t have the time. You spent every day in the library, working. You switched to full time pretty much immediately after graduation, since Stella MacLeod had left to marry some guy in Appleton and they needed another full timer. You liked the peace and quiet of the library, where nobody bothered you unless they wanted to know where the bathroom was. You especially loved running the children’s story time, purely because they were a captive audience and it made the library quiet for awhile.

But did Steve realize that? No. He had a one track mind, driven to complete one task at a time. He was certain he’d find you at the mall. He asked every teenage employee in the whole mall if you worked there. And no dice, you were still MIA. He took to just watching out the big bay windows of the shop, hoping to see you pass by. He’d dropped so many ice cream cones thinking he saw you pass by. But it was never you.

Unbeknownst to him, Dustin knew exactly where you were. He was gone for all of June, sent to sleep away science camp by his mother, but when he came back he dragged his ass to the library. He was still certain he’d discovered a new species of lizard and needed to do his proper research to write his scientific thesis on the merits of the demo-dogs, trying to remember everything he could about Dart.

You dealt with that kid every damn day. He was a very funny nuisance to your work. He pestered you with questions about writing the second he realized that the grey moleskin you had on the desk everyday was not a journal but a novel in the making. It didn’t matter to him that you were more versed in fantasy than academic papers, he wanted every ounce of knowledge you had. You’d sat with him on several afternoons, reading and editing with a red ballpoint pen, circling and scribbling out every error he made. It could a good portion of July, but by the end of it he made a pretty great paper to deliver to Mr. Clarke for approval and assistance in submitting to some sort of academic magazine.

There was one problem though. His overdue books.

Every day he came in, you had to try to stop him and yell at him about his monstrous late fees on five books he took out in November. They were mounting on a forty dollar late fee now and you were under immense pressure from your manager, Darlene, to get the books back. She’d seen how the kid had taken to you and decided that you could handle getting the missing materials back. It was a lot of pressure, especially because no one was exactly looking to take out the books. You knew it was because the books were expensive and the library was underfunded and needed to keep every book it had in good condition in the library.

And Dustin was messing that up.

You had the afternoon to close shift that insanely hot Friday in July and the library was open late. Of course, you liked the closing shift since the library was pretty much empty and you could be as loud as you wanted.

As you came in, Dustin was rushing out, backpack falling off his shoulder and hair barely contained by his red, white, and navy blue baseball cap. You grabbed his arm with a cunning smirk “Henderson!” you grinned, spinning him back to you.

“What’s up, Y/N? I gotta run Mr. Clarke says that I have a reply on my paper!” he replied, grinning his toothy grin.

“When am I getting these books back, you’re getting me in shit with management.” You replied, letting his arm go and crossing yours over your chest.

“Look, I’ll bring them back tonight, okay? Lemme just get this paper approved somewhere.” Dustin promised and you nodded. Did you trust him to come back with those books? No, but you had all summer to get them back.

You and Dustin went your separate ways: him to the middle school, you behind the desk to start your long shift.

Dustin, after receiving his letter and a pat on the back from Mr. Clarke, headed off to the mall to sit in Scoops and eat free ice cream at the counter. Steve was the only person he could celebrate his success with, since the rest of his friends had gone off and gotten girlfriends, except for Will, who still clung onto them as his primary source of camaraderie. Dustin had Steve and Robin, and strangely Erika Sinclair, whose little friends had started following him around and he’d taken a sort of liking to them and their sassy attitudes. And he had you, to teach him weird literary devices and suggest him novels to fuel his DnD games. He liked you. He was sure he recognized you from somewhere, but he couldn’t place where.

When he arrived at the mall and Scoops, Robin was on cash duty, with Steve standing over the freezer filled with tubs of ice cream, staring wistfully out into the mall, eyes scanning the room for something or someone.

“What’s up little dude?” Robin asked, wiping her hands on the tiny white apron provided as part of her uniform. The shop was dead, despite it being a Friday, which was a rare treat for the employees of the usually busy shop.

“Nothing much, finally heard back from Science Quarterly.” He replied with a shrug, pulling out the red stool and climbing up easily.

“What’s wrong with him?” he gestured to Steve, who hadn’t even acknowledged him yet.

“He’s still looking for that girl.” Robin shrugged, walking over to scoop some of Dustin’s favourite bubblegum ice cream into a basic cone, so he could eat all the evidence of the missing ice cream.

“Oh yeah, what’s her name again?” Dustin asked, gladly taking the free cone and biting directly into the freezing pink and blue treat.

“Y/N…” Steve sighed bitterly “I’ve been looking for her all summer, remember? The girl who helped out Will.”

“Oh, you mean the one that works at the library?” Dustin asked, his mouthful of ice cream muffling his words. Steve whipped his head around, looking Dustin up and down with fiery eyes.

“You know where she is?” Steve asked slowly, stepping closer to Dustin, sheer rage flashing over his expression.

Dustin simply rolled his eyes “Yeah man, she’s not exactly hard to find.” He replied, licking up a long line of melted ice cream from his hand up to the top of the cone.

“She’s worked there since sophomore year, if I had known you were looking for her, I would’ve told you weeks ago, dude.” Robin added with a small shrug.

“I’m going back later if you wanna come along.” Dustin said to the pair.

“We’ll go at the end of my shift, asshole. And you’re gonna tell me everything you know about her.” Steve grumbled bitterly.

Robin raised an eyebrow quizzically, looking between the two boys. When Steve headed into the back, Robin turned her attention to Dustin.

“So, what’s his deal? Why all the interest in Y/N?” she asked, leaning her weight on her elbows, propping herself up on the counter.

“I don’t know man, she like…helped Will right before school ended, stopped this asshole from beating him up, and Steve’s been weird about it ever since. I think he’s got this like...thing about her. I don’t get it, but he’s been searching for her all summer.” He explained, hands turning sticky from his forgotten ice cream. Robin reached for the napkin dispenser, pulling out a wad and handing them to him with a grimace. Watching Dustin eat was nauseating-he didn’t know how to eat anything without making a mess of himself and anything he touched.

Robin nodded, pursing her lips in thought “Reverse Nightingale Syndrome…” she muttered to herself.

“What?”

“Reverse Nightingale Syndrome, it’s when a patient falls in love with their nurse because of the kindness and personal care they give them. In this case it’s when our lonely friend falls head over heels for the girl who saved one of his friends. It won’t last.” Robin explained cockily, unable to hide the pride in her voice, finally getting to explain something to the wiseass kid who insisted on explaining everything to her.

“He isn’t…he’s not into her. He just wants to…thank her. I think. I don’t know what he wants to do anymore but it’s not date her. He doesn’t know her.” Dustin replied, tossing his half-eaten ice cream in the built in trash can in the centre of the counter. Robin hummed in response, not believing him for a second. Dustin opened his mouth to respond, but a large group of preteens rushed the shop and Robin turned her full attention to the group with a forced smile.

The rest of the afternoon went about as well. The shop stayed busy long past Robin’s shift ending and customers had to be asked to leave when the shop was set to close, along with the rest of the mall. By the time Steve was done cleaning the shop and locking up, it was closer to eleven than it was to ten, the time he was supposed to be done at.

“Come on, Steve, we have to go! I’m gonna miss my curfew and you owe me a ride home.” Dustin said testily, crossing his arms over his chest, his letter still clutched in hand.

“We’re going to the library first.” Steve said tightly.

Across town, you were struggling to stay awake at the front desk. You never understood why the library stayed open this late, nobody came in after eight pm and while during the high school exam season the library would stay populated by the exhausted, drained students trying to get through school without slowly combusting. But you couldn’t pack it up yet, if Darlene found out that you’d closed early again, she’d fire you for sure. And since you liked your job, you wouldn’t push your luck.

But it was almost quarter to twelve; it wouldn’t hurt to start your cleanup, right? You didn’t think so, so you grabbed your cart and started your pickup of every book left behind by careless patrons. Then, once you’d re-shelved everything, you vacuumed the kid’s area and put all the plastic toys back into their primary coloured storage bins.

That took you right till five till twelve. You grabbed your keys and purse, throwing your moleskin into it, and made your way to the front doors.

Before you could shut off the lights, someone rushed the doors, scaring the absolute crap out of you. You let out a blood curdling scream, slamming the light switch to illuminate the library’s main entrance.

It was just Dustin. You clutched at your heart. “Jesus, kid, you scared the shit out of me. We’re literally closing in…” you checked your watch “A minute! You better have those books!”

“I do.” He pulled out the pile from his backpack and you grabbed them quickly, tossing them into grey rubber bin behind the desk. “I would’ve put them in the drop box, but it’s locked.” Dustin added as you wrote out a sticky note, telling the opening crew to check the books in.

“Yeah, Darlene probably locked it when she left, some assholes keep dropping random shit down it. Last week it was a stink bomb.” You explained, turning your attention back to the exit. Your eyes met Steve’s for the briefest of moments. They were prettier than you remembered. You looked away quickly.

“I see you brought your body guard today. Nice to see you, Harrington.” You said, readjusting your purse strap on the shoulder.

“Hey…” he replied awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He mentally chastised himself for being so awkward; it felt like his mouth had turned into a desert and his mind had gone even blanker than usual.

“Well, I think we’re good. Now, get out of my library, I wanna go home.” You chuckled, making your way to the front doors again, gesturing with a flick of your wrist for Steve to walk out. It was as though you’d used the force on him, he’d moved so quickly, so fearfully, and so jerkily out the door you could have sworn you’d moved him with your mind. You flicked off the lights and, after ushering Dustin out the door, you stepped out and locked the front door.

“Dustin, you better come back tomorrow and pay off your damn debt, alright? I won’t take anymore shit from my boss because of your lazy ass.” You declared, planting your hands firmly on your hips.

Dustin rolled his eyes “Yeah, yeah, okay mom.” He scoffed.

“I’m serious dude! You’ve gotten me in so much shit, you don’t even get it.” you replied, rolling your eyes.

“Are you in tomorrow?” he asked sceptically.

“Yeah.” That was a lie, Saturday was your first day off in weeks, but it felt like the right lie to tell in the moment.

“Then I’ll bring it over.” Lying was the right choice, so it seemed.

“Good, anyway I’ll see you tomorrow!” you turned on your heel, heading off towards the sidewalk.

“Hey! Y/N! You want a ride?” Steve called quickly. Dustin smacked him hard in the chest, but he ignored it as you turned back around into view again.

“Oh, I’m okay to walk. It’s a nice night.” You replied with a small shrug, your left hand subconsciously coming to grab your right elbow. The way he was looking at you made you nervous for some reason.

“Nah, come on its late. Lemme drive you.” Steve said, motioning you towards the car he was already walking to.

“Are you sure? I’m off Beech Street…” you said. Steve had already pulled the backseat up and was forcing Dustin into it.

Steve turned back to you quickly, popping the seat up again roughly. He brushed his messy long hair out of his face, his expression wild and yet self-aware, smiling even though his eyes screamed over how awkward the scene he created was. “Nah, its fine. You’re right between Dustin and me.” He said, gesturing to the front seat. You nodded awkwardly, stepping past him and into the car. He shut the door for you. It would’ve been chivalrous if him standing there while you settled into and adjusted the seatback wasn’t uncomfortable.

Steve rushed to the other side of the car, climbing in and starting the car. Immediately, Wham!’s Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go started blasting from the speakers. Both you and Steve cringed as the upbeat sound playing at you, second-hand embarrassment coursing through your veins. Steve looked to you briefly and you kept your gaze on the world outside, hoping to keep your expression as neutral. Without a word, he pulled out of the space and headed onto the main roads.

Both Steve and Dustin knew that you were nowhere near his house, but he was insistent on seeing you through. He had made it this far, he had his chance, all he had to do was take it. So, he drove Dustin home without a word, working up the nerve to say something to you.

“So, any good news for your essay?” you asked, turning back to look at Dustin.

“Got a response from Science Quarterly.” He replied vaguely, looking away from you and out the window into the dark streets.

“And?”

“I haven’t opened it yet…”

“Well open it!” you cried, smacking your headrest excitedly. Steve glanced over at you. You looked so…well beautiful. Your smile lit up the whole damn car, it lit up your whole face and made your eyes shine with so much mirth and brightness that it rivalled the stars above him. You looked like…something inhuman. God like maybe, maybe just like an angel, he couldn’t decide on what, but it was beautiful. It captured his attention far more than it should’ve while he was driving. That was going to cause a problem for him, he just knew it.

Dustin swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly from the dry swallow. He nodded, tearing open the envelope and reading aloud.

“Dear Mr. Henderson, we at Science Quarterly are very interested in your study on the new form of lizard you have named the D’Artagnan. While we would love to publish your article on sight alone,”

You let out a cheer, beating up the leather headrest excitedly.

Dustin raised his voice over your cheers “We must ask you to provide all of your research notes for the board, including images of the D’Artagnon beyond the preliminary sketches you provided with the article. Please reply to this letter with your full notes and unaltered images of D’Artagnon so we at the board can confirm this creature’s existence and relevance as a new species. Thank you for your interest in the magazine.”

Dustin dropped the letter on the seat sadly, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his attention to the window.

“So, what’s the problem? I saw your notes, they’re great! All they want is a couple pictures, I’m sure you can-”

 Steve cut you off, a sympathetic look sent Dustin’s direction “We only had Dart for a few days before he ran off. Didn’t get a chance to take photos of him and haven’t found another since. It was a once in a lifetime discovery.” He explained softly to you before raising his voice “I’m really sorry man.”

“Yeah well, we don’t all make out career defining discovery at fourteen.” Dustin said. Steve pulled up to Dustin’s house and, before he could even stop the car, Dustin pushed up your seat and popped the door, rushing out into the night and towards his well lit house.

“Bye, man!” Steve called half heartedly, waving before rolling his eyes “Or whatever…”

You smiled sympathetically “He’s just a bit upset, he’ll get over it.” you pulled your door shut and pushed your chair back to a more comfortable position.

“Yeah…Beach Street?” Steve asked.

“1215 Beach Street.” You confirmed and Steve sped off.

You sat in really uncomfortable silence for most of the ride, listening to the radio play pop music on repeat.

As Steve turned down Beach Street, he finally made his move.

“So…um, I just-I wanted to thank you.” He said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“For what?” you asked, furrowing your brow.

“For…you helped Will at the beginning of the summer, he was getting the shit kicked outta him-”

“By Troy, I remember now.” You finished with a small smile “It’s really not a big deal, I’ll take any excuse to get the upper hand over that kid.” You chuckled, leaning back fully into your seat, lulling your head to look at him, eyes running over his face.

Steve was prettier than you remembered. He had the face and physique of an ancient Greek athlete, lanky but strong with the wide, deeply emotive eyes that bore into your soul and revealed every ounce of feeling he’d ever felt. You’d been at the party with Samantha Barks when Steve got his ass handed to him by little Nancy Wheeler. You remember how broken he looked as he pushed by the pair of you, interrupting Samantha as she half heartedly talked to freaky Jonathan Byers to tell him something, you didn’t remember what. All you remembered was his eyes. They were so full of heartbreak, unbridled sadness that shook you to your core despite barely even knowing him.

“It was really cool. I mean, nobody ever pays any attention to that kid and I mean I was late getting there and you just-you showed and you don’t even know them and I just-look, I really appreciated it. It meant a lot to me.” Steve struggled his way through, running his fingers through his pretty brown hair over and over again, as if it would anchor him to the ground.

“Oh…I didn’t realize…Well, I’m glad I could help out.” You said quietly, smiling softly to yourself. You were genuinely proud of yourself for stepping in and for helping out.

“Yeah…” Steve muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He lowered his head, focusing his gaze on the seat peaking out between his legs. “I-I’ve been trying to thank you for that all summer, I kinda don’t have a plan anymore.” He said, turning down the opposite end of Beach Street. He knew that he’d have to loop around and head across town back to Maple Street and leaving out the other end would cut some time.

“Really?” you asked. That bit of information was shocking to you. Most people weren’t looking too hard to find you. You doubted that your own mother would care where you were in that very moment.

“Yeah…” he chuckled “I even searched the entire mall for you. I didn’t find you.”

“Oh.” Oh. That was very unexpected. “I…I didn’t even know…” You looked down, in part to hide the blush burning into your face and in part because you didn’t know if you could look him in the eye.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” He laughed again and you looked up, peering deeply into his deep brown eyes in search of some clarity. Your whole body was buzzing with energy and your mind was on fire with thought. And all of the thoughts were over Steve fucking Harrington. And you didn’t want it to stop. He’d taken over your mind in a single look and you wanted to feel that way forever.

Steve pulled up outside your house, parking in front of your driveway. Neither of you moved, not even to unbuckle your seatbelt. You simply sat, staring out the windshield blankly.

You turned sharply to look out the window, frowning “She didn’t even leave the light on for me…” you whispered to yourself, sighing softly. Steve stared at you for a second, unsure what to do or say. Words were pushing to pour out from his throat.

“Hey, listen, this is gonna sound so weird but do you wanna maybe…go out sometime? Like with me?” Steve asked the back of your head. You turned quickly to look at him, taking in the sheer nervousness his whole body radiated with. You absorbed the energy, feeling your stomach tighten and your palms sweat.

“Yeah…yeah I’d like that.” You said, feeling a smile pull at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, his voice endearingly hopeful.

“Yeah!” you exclaimed with a little giggle. It slipped out unintentionally, but it lit Steve’s face up brighter than you’d seen before.

“What are you doing tomorrow? Wait, you told Dustin you’re working, what about-”

You cut him off “I’m not working.” Steve raised a curious eyebrow at you. “I might have lied to the kid…” Steve burst out laughing. Now that was music to your ears. “He deserves it! Let him deal with what I dealt with for months!”

Steve laughed until his stomach hurt, until he forgot why he was laughing. He felt like the light you had shining off you from every angle was seeping into his skin and healing him, the scars left behind by the world fading away under your light. And you just kept smiling at him, this bewildered, precious look of embarrassed joy that he’d brought on.

Finally, after what felt like a never ending loop of laughter, Steve took a heaving breath and pushed it out with a sigh. “I should probably let you go here…” he muttered, looking at the time from his watch. You nodded, reaching over the gear shift and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. As Steve’s face turned beet red, you popped the door open, climbing out with a grin you couldn’t manage to push off your face.

“I’ll see you around, Harrington.” You said “Come and visit me sometime, now that you know where I am.” You shut the door, turning and heading inside “I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow!” he called after you as you bounded up the front steps, taking them two at a time. You heard, just as you shut your front door, an overjoyed cry, and watched Steve’s car speed off.

“Oh god he’s such a dork…” you muttered to yourself, shutting the door softly. ‘Oh god I like it…’ you thought, but you wouldn’t dare admit that out loud.

[faerune]

do myles and lola 🔫

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs How long will they last? - Hopefully forever, babey! How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Uh, it took a second for romantic feelings to show up. Myles annoyed Lola for quite a bit but he grew on her. They had a teasing bit of will they or won’t they which was basically Lola just stringing him along with promises he’d never ahem get into her pants...for funsies. How was their first kiss? - Passionate. Clumsy. Rough. A little tipsy.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I’m going to....say Myles but I think Lola brought it up and was like okay you can do it at any time now I’m good I’m ready lmao. Who is the best man/men? - James suffers through being Myles’ best man. Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Dom is her maid of honor and takes it very seriously. Who did the most planning? - LOLA. She’s....lowkey really excited and wants everything to be perfect. Who stressed the most? - Lola. Because of the perfectionist part. How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big (Lola insisted). Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I can’t see anyone they know not being invited! Maybe their exes lmao? That wouldn’t go well (esp considering how many there are).

Sex:

Who is on top? - Myles! A majority of the time. Who is the one to instigate things? - They’re both pretty Hjornie but Lola pulls ahead of Myles by a little bit and is an absolute tease about it. How healthy is their sex life? -  Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head How long do they normally last? - Too long. Will not get sleep if they don’t control themselves.  Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yeah, I’d say so...Myles is a little tricky because I can see him being a one and sleepy time kind of guy but Lola would never let stuff end if she didn’t get her some. How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 (prior to being Official) | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory (post being Official).

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - One at the moment! How many children will they adopt? - None as of right now! Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Myles Who is the stricter parent? - Myles (but the bar is low) Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Myles Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Myles Who is the more loved parent? - Lola Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Lola Who cried the most at graduation? - Lola Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Lola

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Myles. Lola will set the house on fire. Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Lola! She’s whiny.  Who does the grocery shopping? - Both! I feel like they love late night trips to the grocery store together. How often do they bake desserts? - A lot! I can see them loving some sweets and hopefully Myles can whip some up. Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Lola is more of a rabbit food kind of person except if she’s hungover/upset/on her period. Myles is more of the meat lover. Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Lola! It’s very fancy and sweet with candles and Myles’ favorite food (cooked by a chef she hired of course). Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Myles probably lmao. Just so he doesn’t have to cook. Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - LOLA.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Myles but only when he has to. Who is really against chores? - Lola. She’s a spoiled brat enough said. Who cleans up after the pets? - Myles. Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Lola. Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Lola. Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Myles. Gets very hype. 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - LOLA. She’s in the shower and bathroom so long sometimes Myles is like....uh you okay in there? She has Routines to do!  Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Both! Lola more often though. She loves her quiet walks with Bear in the mornings. How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Lola starts doing it again after her and the team meet. She hasn’t decorated since her parents died. It made the big house feel.....more empty decorating it for just herself. She gets really into it when she starts again for the team. What are their goals for the relationship? - Fuck, steal, get money, be happy. Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - ...Myles. Who plays the most pranks? - Myles.