#lord. i should shut up and sleep. i mean i'd definitely be sleeping if i could

[mindscollision]

if you're scared you just gotta be stronger

[ariaisabitch]

My reactions to Love Is Blind S2 E3 but it's part 2

ok I forget what happened honestly uhhh

oh she's anxious NOW? girl..

Bro didn't you JUST talk to Sal about Mallory and now you're shocked to find out she was talking to him? Jarette.. Honey..

Ok well he's meeting Iyanna. If he proposes to her like Mallory didn't just happen ima be upset.. Awww she's so cute.

Oh ok he's gonna tell her. Nice. I love that he's being completely honest with her. Ok she seems pissed. Fair enough. I wanna see how she takes this. Cause I'd definitely feel like second place. LMAO WHY DOES HE HAVE A LIGHT SABER?? HUH?? ITS JUST SAD MUSIC AND THEN IT CUTS TO HIM POKING THE GROUND WITH A LIGHT SABER!? Oh shit she's walking out. She's sobbing in the hallway. Aw baby.. I love her so much.. She's a sweetheart. NOO SHES CRYING ON THE FLOOR NOOOO PLS MY HEART

Who tf is this guy? OH ITS SAL LMAO I LEGIT SAW SALVADOR AND WAS LIKE WHO TF?? Ok he seems really genuine, but Idk I get bad vibes. I KNOW SHE DID NOT JUST SAY SHE FEELS REALLY GOOD AFTER JARRETTE! Bruhhhh what. Ok ok we proposing. Gettin a cute little ring moment. Cute. If she says no I'm gonna shit myself laughing. Oh ok she said yea. At least they're happy. That's nice ig. LMAO I SEEM SO UNIMPRESSED. I wonder if they watch the show back to see each others reactions when they were in the pods. AWW HE ASKED FOR CONSENT TO KISS HERER! Ok nah he's cute. Change my mind.

Ew ok we're back to J2. She's going through? Idk I for some reason thought she was just gonna dip. LMAO SHES DRINKING BEFORE MEETING HIM! He seems so happy this is literally jessica and mark pt.2 omg. I feel like she's still just gonna dip at the resort or something. OH GOD NO THE KISS WAS SO AWKWARD OH GOD! HE JISY IMMEDIATELY WENT TO KISS HER AND IT LANDED ON HER NOSE AND THEN SHE HAD TO READJUST AND SHE OMG RHAT WAS HORRID I CANT. Ok wait he took off his jacket he's fuckin jacked. Damn dude. Get it. But I'm scared that we're only getting Mark's statements and not hers. Hmmm.

Ok back to Jarrette, guessing he's gonna propose to Iyanna now. I respect that he's being honest and straight forward with her. It's nice to see in this show through whatever the fuck is going on with CSI.

SHE SAID YES! Awww! She's so fuckin cute.

Ok Hi Mallory I guess we're seeing them meet now. Girl you're fucking hot, shut up. Ooooh that was a long kiss. This is so cute. I love them. The way he looks at her. So cute. LMAO SHE DOESNT THINK HES CUTE! I mean I thought he was fairly attractive. I mean I don't like dudes so that could be why LMAO. Like him and Jarrette were the cutest imo

Ok Iyanna and Jarrette time. My favs. Let's see. Intense music. do so do do da da uh do do dah duh daaaaaa do. She's so awkward it's cute. Aww he's so in love. LMFAO SHE DID NOT "He has a big head, so I'm a little nervous for my cervix" THIS GIRL I LOVE HERRRR!!! DID THEY JUST PLAY PATTY CAKE AS THE DOORS CLOSED!?

RESORT TIME! Oh I almost forgot about Danielle and Nick. LOL sorry guysss 😅 bro Lauren and Cameron should be helping host this. I really hope they at least show up.

Oh jesus christ. So much fuckin kissing. I am so uncomfy.

Shayne is immediately their for the sex, jesus. She's being all playful and he wants affection? Seems like a switcharoo to me.

He...He makes his own.... toothpaste? I- he.... what?? "Brush until I feel good" Bro... "I make my own body wash too" Jesus lord all-mighty. "I'm for sure switching out his toothpaste" LMAO

Ok J2 and Ken are interacting a lot better than I thought. He's eating meat for the first time in 8 years for her? Ok they're having the differences talk. I think? Ok setting boundaries.. cute.. Ok maybe not she immediately wants to sleep in different rooms? She's leaving now? HUH? WHAT?? Girl... At least he's still being positive about it...? Last time people slept in different rooms it didn't- OG MY GOD SHES LEAVING? WHAT THE FUCK? JUST LIKE THAT? Girl. She is such a b- ok.. Nope. I won't go there.

Mallory and Kyle time. Wait his name is Kyle right? I forget. LOL. OH HIS NAME IS SAL LMFAO my baaaad... This is so awkward.

JARRETTE AND IYANNA YES! "I'm gonna have to wear heals during sex" GIRL "I'm gonna have back problems by the age of 30" This girl is everything. SHES SO CUTE HOLY FUCK THE POLAROID CAMERA. Omg I love them so much. Pool tiiime. Oh shit they got a camera underwater? Gettin a lil personal there.. Oh they're leaving now.. Mhmmm. I see you Iyanna.

Back to Deepti. I feel like every time the camera is on them it's gonna be making out. Yup... Bro "Did you wanna hump?" ok I'm skipping this. I can't.

He eats in bed and watches TV? Bro he is so... ok. "I like a late night snack once in awhile"

Back to Danielle and Nick. Cute. Oh they're.. on the bed.. Ya know these cameras are just everywhere..? Do they just have straight p@rn tapes of these people?

AWWWWWWW NOOOO ITS KYLEEE!! He's all by himself. This is so fucking sad. She literally left him and he's still set on her? Sheesh.

"He's so biiig" "he's so what?🤪" LMAO I LOVE THEM!

Oh no Danielle is sick? PFFFFFFT THIS MOTHER FUCKER WENT "We're physical... We went physical... twice... in three different places"

Back to Deepti and Shake.. Bro they make me so uncomfy.. Is it bad if I skip them every time it shows them? "It's a purely emotional connection" "I don't feel that animalistic connection" Bro... Back to -2700 jesus fuck he's a prick.

LMAO "I had a fun time with Shayne last night... we just... ya know... enjoyed each other's company."

Oop Mallory and Sal. "we just, um ya know" I love the girls reactions. HOW DID HER HAIR STAY SO NICE? BRO IT LOOKS SO SHINY STILL? GIRL HOW?

Jarrette messaging her. Cuuute. "A good musician never reveals his tricks" love that. HE JUST THREW HIS SHORTS BRO LMAO. Oh god the stab scar. Taken a shower together now. Jesus bro. He's testing her LMAOz

Shayne and Natalie going on a boat date. Cute. Ok he doesn't like her playful jokes? Huh?

Oh they're all meeting eachother now. I wonder if Kyle will show up alone LMAO is that mean? "Sallory's in the house" Cuuute "I have a girl crush on Mallory" ok he didn't show up. Oh shit wait. Nick. I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT. Ok she's just still sick. I've never been more relieved for someone to be sick.

Bro they're purposefully stirring up drama with this "meet the people you didn't choose" shit.

Yeah, they're all talking about Kyle and Shaina. "Cheers to Shaina... I mean" BRO WHAT!? Bruh Deepti is just talking about how she likes all the other guys. Girl..

"You have great teeth" Bruh

"That's not a scratch mark, bro"

"She bit it so hard"

"If I was to say somebody would make it, it would probably be Shayne and Natalie" a lot of them are saying that, so maybe I just have a really warped view cause of mister Coach Steve Impersonator over there.

"She feels like my aunt" Bruhhhhh Now he's telling literally every guy? Bro that's gonna circle back around. Are you that stupid?

"I know she's not interested in me, and I want to go home" And now Jarrette is basically flirting with Mallory. C'mon Jarrette I liked you dude..

EDIT:

Somewhere in here there was an episode change I didn't notice so uhhh. Sorry bout that LMAO

[harpyloon]

“ginny, i always want to sleep with you” // hinny

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

W.C: 2.5k+

Summary: Harry Potter is always a blubbering mess when it comes to Ginerva Weasley.

Warnings: pure fluff! sprinkles of angsty angst, squint and you’ll find mentions of war/battle and death. everybody lives AU!

A/N: A fic written for the @harryandginuary Ginuary gift challenge. Happy Ginuary @/gins-potter​ 😍😍😍I hope you ENJOY!!!

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Harry didn't think this through.

After defeating the Dark Lord and winning a wizarding war, he assumed he'd never have to think about anything ever again—at least not for a while. But gazing at her small blinking dot for almost half a year on a rotten piece of parchment apparently made him delusional, because at the moment—months after the battle of Hogwarts—sitting in the kitchen at the Burrow, his longing stare almost bore a hole through Ginny Weasley's face.

His Ginny.

Wincing to himself, Harry prodded on the peas in his plate. His subconscious when it came to Ginny was his greatest enemy and his biggest embarrassment. If anyone even came close to guessing what kind of dreams he had when it came to her... well... He breathed away the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

"More peas, Harry dear?"

Mrs. Weasley peered at him from the head of the table, a frown on her freckled face, "You've hardly eaten anything. Don't think I've noticed how skinny you've been getting again. I'd be having a word with Alastor about your Auror training. Ever since he got back he's been more insufferable—"

Snatching the dish of treacle tart in front of him, Harry filled his plate with a slice.

"I'm up for dessert now actually, Mrs. Weasley, thanks."

This seemed to satisfy her well enough. "Well, I whipped that up just for you so eat up."

He felt a nudge on his knee as Ron leaned in to whisper once Mrs. Weasley was out of earshot, "Save me some, will you? She goes barmy when we touch your treacle tart."

Harry smiled and nodded. Meals at the Burrow he was used to but he knew he'd never get tired of. His Auror training held him back a ton of weekends in the past few months, and being home felt splendid. Of course, he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Harry hoped Mr. & Mrs. Weasley knew how grateful he was.

Risking a glance across the table once again, Harry saw Ginny serving herself second helpings of mash. Her favorite, Harry thought. He remembered her hating Madame Pudifoodt's Tea Shop for its lack of savory spreads, the one time they attempted a visit during his sixth year. It ended up turning into a laugh as she snorted at all the snogging instead of actually drinking tea.

"So this is your kind of place, huh?" Ginny teased as she sifted through the menu.

Harry blushed, "Er—you don't like it? I kind of reckoned girls like this place..."

He chuckled nervously as she gave him a pointed look.

"Really, Potter?"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snatched the menu away from her, already standing.

"Three Broomsticks then?"

He knew he'd buy her all the Butterbeers in the world for the smile he earned.

A foot prodded Harry back to the present.

"What, Ron?" he grumbled.

Ron frowned at him. "What'd you mean 'what'"?

"You just—"

Someone coughed loudly across from them.

Both turning, they saw Ginny heaving over her mash, a fist in her mouth. Fred was rubbing her back soothingly beside her.

Harry blinked. It was her. She kicked him.

"Alright there, Gin?" Fred mused. "I told you to take it easy on the potatoes, you crazy woman."

"Do the Harpies know what kind of stomach they'll be feeding once they sign you in?" said George. "I bet you they'll break a sweat once they find out your appetite."

Ginny threw George a withering look after downing a glass of water. "Don't jinx it, you idiot."

"Have you heard back yet, Gin?" Ron asked over a mouth full of pudding.

"More like they haven't heard from Ginny," chuckled Hermione.

All the Weasley brothers gaped. Even Harry.

"What?" sputtered George, "You're making the Holyhead Harpies wait?"

The youngest Weasley scoffed. "I'm not making anyone wait. I was just standing by for the holidays before I give a reply."

"Well, it's the holidays now."

Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry's gut clenched. The mad part of his brain loved it when she did that.

"I am well aware," she said, "If you all are so eager, does anyone want to take my place then?"

Her brothers merely grumbled while Hermione laughed. It's been the talk of the town for a while now, after Ginny received a letter from the Harpies a few months after the beginning of her seventh year. The whole house went completely ballistic, even Hogwarts as well—or so Harry heard.

It took a month to bury the dead from battle and a whole summer to rebuild Hogwarts from the rubble; the Ministry was still in the process of rehabilitation, and the whole wizarding community was yet to heal, licking the wounds that Voldemort left behind. Ginny's Quidditch scouting was the first good news they'd received in a long time.

He didn't get back together with Ginny after the war, and there was no reunion like he'd always imagined in those long nights without her, in search for the Horcruxes. It wasn't as if they both avoided it, there just wasn't any time—time to talk, time alone, time for anything. Everyone had their hands full following the battle, and when things started to fall back into place, they've simply slipped through each other's fingers; Ginny whisked away by the Hogwarts Express, and Harry to the Ministry to begin his training as an Auror.

He considered moving on, especially on days when he'd think about her roaming the halls of Hogwarts, her fiery red hair blazing after her. She'd find someone, he thought bitterly. If she hasn't already.

But they'd written to each other, sparingly, although they did still. Short snippets of their day, what they ate for breakfast, the new set of professors at school, Mad-Eye's torturous lessons; Harry was the first person outside the castle to find out about her Harpies letter.

He caught her eye from across the table and she raised a brow at him as if to say What, Potter?

Chuckling under his breath, Harry shook his head and tapped the bowl of uneaten mash beside his plate. He saved it for her.

Ginny's gaze landed on it and her face lit up. If Harry didn't know any better, her hair seemed to glow even redder. His imagination loved to exaggerate his visuals when it came to her.

He felt a tiny poke on his toe as if to warn him not to react violently—she gave him a look and he pursed his lips, looking back down at his peas and moving them around once again. Then slowly, an ankle wrapped itself around one of his own and rested there.

Harry exhaled slowly, willing his pulse to calm.

He was not over Ginny Weasley at all. Not one bit.

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Creeping quietly down the steps, Harry tried his best to avoid the noisy floorboards (that he still didn't memorize to save his life). His two best friends didn't mention anything, but he knew they wanted some alone time. And he certainly didn't want to be around once the candles dimmed and Ron and Hermione started making eyes at each other.

He was almost at the first landing when the door to his left creaked open.

"Hermione?"

"Sorry. It’s me."

Ginny opened the door wider, gazing up at Harry, her face bemused. She was dressed for bed. "They kicked you out already?"

Laughing quietly, he said, “You know they’d never. I volunteered.”

She smiled knowingly. “Of course you did. Well, come on in then.”

Harry stared at her retreating form, clearly confused.

In? In where? In her room? Just the two of them?

Ginny disappeared inside but the door remained open.

Should he knock and ask her what she meant? Should he just go inside? It's not like he hasn't before.

Suddenly, the most recent memory of Ginny's room flashed through his consciousness—his 17th birthday.

"Something to remember me by."

Harry's ears grew hot. He refused to let that specific recollection surface when he wasn't alone, or in the confines of his own quarters. It made his brain go fuzzy.

"Harry?" he heard Ginny's faint voice from inside, then footsteps. She appeared by the door once again. When she saw his face, her brows furrowed. "What happened?"

Harry attempted to clear his throat without sounding like a retching toad. "Er—I'm—" he was sure his face was now as red as her hair, "I was going to take the couch actually," he managed weakly.

"The couch," Ginny said flatly.

He swallowed. "Y-yeah. Downstairs."

The silence was deafening and it stretched on for minutes. Or at least that's what it felt like in Harry's rowdy head. He needed to meditate. Merlin. He was losing it.

Finally, she said, "Okay. Goodnight then."

She gave him a strained smile then quietly shut the door before he could reply.

Harry stood there, mouth hanging open slightly.

Ginny Weasley just invited him inside her bedroom and he refused. He refused. Of all the things in the world that made him a blubbering idiot, it was his best friend's little sister. He always seemed to be dumbfounded whenever she was in the vicinity of his space.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself as he descended the stairs, no longer bothering to mask his footsteps. "Idiot, idiot, idiot."

Harry sulked his way to the living room, his mood most definitely dismal. Girls were a nightmare. He had no idea how their brains ever worked and every time he felt like he finally had a grasp at a situation, he was suddenly ten steps back.

He waved his wand mindlessly over the Weasley's tweed couch and leaned by the fireplace as he watched it transform into a small sofa bed.

Would he wake anyone if he flooed Sirius at this hour? He knew his godfather would still be up at Grimmauld Place, and would doubtlessly jinx him between the eyes if he found out what Harry had just done.

"You're just like James," he heard Sirius' voice say in his head. He never seemed to let this fact go, even when he knew that Harry was well aware of how he was a spitting image of his father. Sirius especially loved to point this out when it came to matters about Ginny.

"Dad actually ended up with Mum didn't he, Sirius," Harry growled under his breath as he settled on his makeshift bed, patting his pillow down with more force than necessary. He was in the mood for a petty fight and he wished his godfather was around for one.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. Harry jostled into a sleeping position at once and took off his glasses, planting himself still in the awful case that Mrs. Weasley found him huddled on their living room couch. She wouldn't have the heart to wake him would she? He didn't want her causing a scene with Ron and Hermione. Harry tried as best as he could to look as wasted as possible, even attempting at a snore.

The footsteps came nearer, and he felt them stop by the door of the living room. He tried to even his breathing.

"Really?"

His eyes shot open.

Sitting up suddenly, he found Ginny standing by the doorway, her arms crossed. Only the dim moonlight illuminated the room, and Harry had to squint before he remembered he took off his glasses. His hands fumbled as he perched them back on, his eyes meeting Ginny's vexed gaze.

"Ginny," he said lamely.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What?"

Her hair glowed in the dark space, like a warm halo around her head.

"You heard me."

Harry's pulse seemed to be skyrocketing. "Seeing someone? I don— no. No. I'm not seeing anybody at all."

Ginny looked skeptical. "Right."

Almost tripping over his own slippers, Harry barely managed to scramble to his feet in front of the only girl who plagued his dreams. He wanted to embrace her. Could he do that? Was he allowed to, still?

"Ginerva," he was breathless. "You have no idea..." Harry tried to calm his racing heart. Just get the words out, idiot. "You have no idea how much I think about you."

Her eyes gave nothing away as she looked up at him, and only her crossed arms kept the space between them. Harry saw tendrils of her hair stir as he exhaled. He wanted to kiss her.

When she said nothing, he lifted his hand experimentally, waiting for her to flinch or back away. Not sensing rejection yet, Harry trailed his fingers through the wisps of hair by her ear. He could smell her. He held himself from inhaling too deeply.

"Different shampoo?" he murmured.

Ginny sniffed, "Mum tried a different witch brand."

"Hmmm. Jasmine was my favorite."

She rolled her eyes. "I know."

Harry threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing her scalp now, and Ginny leaned into his touch.

He smiled. "But I like this one too."

"We should just share shampoos."

"Good idea."

They were silent for a moment. Just listening to each other breathing while Harry combed his fingers through Ginny's soft hair. The ends were still damp, he noticed.

"I missed you," she said suddenly, quietly. Her eyes were roaming all over his face as if gauging his reaction.

"I missed you too."

"But you don't want to sleep with me."

Harry's cheeks turned pink in the dark as he breathed out a laughed. "Ginny, I always want to sleep with you."

"I meant sleep sleep, you perv!" she pinched his stomach.

Trying to stifle his chuckle so as not to wake the rest of the house, he drew her in, finally bracketing her in his arms. "Ah, well, I mean that too, I guess."

Ginny huffed but melted with his touch. "I will have you know that I've turned down suitors for you, Harry Potter. So if you won't stake your claim, then I'd better take one of them up on their offers."

Harry's gaze narrowed. "Will you, now?"

"Watch me. Apparently, I'm quite popular with the Hufflepuffs—"

He leaned in lightning-quick, aiming for her luscious mouth. She expected it because her eyes closed in instinct, waiting for him to seal the connection. But Harry hovered. He felt the feathered touch of her lips on his but he stayed there, eyes open—trailing over her closed lids, the bridge of her nose, and the aggressive spread of freckles over the expanse of her cheeks.

"May I kiss you?" he asked against her lips.

Ginny's eyes blinked open but she didn't pull away. "Since when have you started asking?"

Harry was glad they were so close that she wouldn't be able to see his neck flush. "Since I let you go once."

This time, she did pull away, but only a tiny fraction. Just enough for him to witness her wrinkle her nose. "So saving the world has made you a complete sap."

She was teasing.

He shrugged, but grinned sheepishly nonetheless, "For you, yeah. I always have been though, haven't I?"

Twirling her arms around his neck and brushing her fingers through his unruly hair, Ginny pressed herself against Harry fully, her face shining with emotion.

"Then snog the living daylights out of me, Harry Potter."

[shozaii]

Hello! I'm new to your blog and I'd like to ask for a transfer student (gn if its easier on you) from Texas to UA. Like class 1A is told that they're having a new student from Texas and they think to throw a wild west welcome party. Reader doesn't have the heart to tell everyone they're from the city so they just go along with it and maybe them and bakugou end up alone after the party and get to know each other some? Thank you!!!

(a/n):hello anon! thank you so much for the request!! this is really interesting and i hope i did my best!!🥰

p.s- so i read this over and over again and what i understand from here is that reader comes from the city; not from the wild west. i hope i got that right! :’’)

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texas beaut .

a bakugou katsuki x reader oneshot

“did you hear?! we’re getting a new student!!”

“a new student? cool! i can’t wait to meet them!”

“do you think they would give me their number? now i’m worried...”

“oh my god. shut up you idiots,” bakugou told his friends, having the last few bites of his dinner in the dorms.

“what’s your take on the new kid, man? pretty sure you have something to say,” his red friend said, ignoring the cue for them to quiet down.

“huh? i don’t know. heard they were from... Texas or something. damn deku was talkin’ about it,” he said.

he watched as his friends jump up and down, discussing on even bigger plans. he did hear a few - mainly a welcome party, showing them around school, so many things that he knew he could show interest in. knowing him, he was about to play the “chill guy who’s pretty nonchalant about the new kid thing.”

i mean, they’d probably be an okay person. he thought while zoning out.

“hey, bakugou! we need you for this!”

^^^

“settle down, 1A!” iida said for what seemed like the umpteenth time today, as everyone scurried to their seats. the discussion of the wild west themed party was still going on,and it’s halfway done.

in came aizawa-sensei with his sleeping bag. “now. i’ll make this quick. all of you have heard it - we do have a new student. come in, y/l/n,” he waved his hand to someone outside the door, as the class turned to the door, waiting for someone to enter.

as y/n entered, they received various ‘oohs’ from half of the class. 

bakugou turned to look at the whole scene unfolding, and when he did, he didn’t regret it. 

usually, when it’s someone new, he tends to look away from it as soon as possible. it didn’t seem to buy his time. but right now, it was the total opposite.

his palm which stayed on the jaw now went out of it’s place.

something about y/n pulled him into curiosity. they’re from a different country. they have decided to travel all the way from Texas to UA. of course there could be a reason. but to think that they transferred here - wow.

aizawa-sensei snuggled into his yellow sleeping bag, giving you the floor.

you adjusted your tie, taking in deep breaths. “hello! my name is (y/n) (y/l/n)! i’m so glad to be here! i hope to know much more of your school and also to be friends with everyone here!”

while talking, you took a good look around the classroom.

there was a green-haired boy, eyes gleaming with excitement. a red-haired boy with cute pointy teeth. a girl with pink rosy cheeks. a girl who has earphone jacks on her ears. a dual-color eyed boy.

a spiky blonde haired boy, with ruby red eyes, looking directly at you. something about it was very peculiar.

a few questions in and you noticed your homeroom teacher crawling out of his sleeping bag. “you done? alright. head over to your seat there. the next teacher should be here pretty soon. 1A, you know what to do,” he said, walking out of the door.

you made your way to your assigned seat, and sat down. moments later, a few of your new classmates turned to look at you, introducing themselves. you laughed. it was definitely a new kind of feeling.

especially when you felt the same bright red eyes looking at you.

“um, what’s that boy’s name over there with the blonde hair?”

^^^

“hey.” you heard him say as he approached your desk after a whole day of stealing glances. you weren’t weirded out by that either - considering the fact that you were curious about him too.

everyone talked to you during the school hours, except for him.

it was only the both of you left in the class. the class rep, iida, handed over the key to him. they left, saying sorry a number of times because they had lots of work to complete back in the dorms.

you did need assistance back to the place too. you weren’t used to the school just yet, so having one person as a company would definitely help.

“oh, hello! um, i’m still new to all this, but how do i address you?”

“king explosion murder.”

“woah! really?” you chuckled.

“no,” he snorted at first, but then looked away immediately. “bakugou. look,i’m gonna get straight to the point. i got a pretty tight schedule, ya know? now, put these on.”

“blindfolds? oh, they have cute little eyes on them! are they yours?”

“hah? no way. it’s dunce fa- kaminari’s.”

“okay... wait, but why do i need to put these on?”

“just put them on and....and trust me. hurry up.”

you obliged, sliding them onto your eyes. he then held your arm, indirectly telling you to start walking.

so you did. he was a great company, even though you didn’t get to see his face. he held you back in case you looked like you were about to fall/ hit something nearby. other times, he was quiet.

and it wasn’t like it was awkward silence, either. it was a pristine one, as there were small talks in between. him trying not to snicker with how you stretch your arms out to walk, and him giving you directions.

it was nice.

he then told you to stop, and you heard a large door opening. he brought you in, and you assumed that he closed it behind the two of you.

“alright. take ‘em off,” he mumbled.

the second you did, you saw party streamers flying everywhere, with balloons hanging. you saw the entirety of 1A wearing cowboy hats or boots, and bandanas either tied on their wrists or their necks.the decorative banners had little horses on them, with mini Texas flags, and basically what you would see in the wild west. kaminari was playing the harmonica with so much of passion.

it was cute, but this was all for you?

but how were you supposed to tell them-

“welcome to UA, y/n!” they screamed, rushing over to you, with some engulfing you in warm hugs and high-fives.

“oh my lord! this is amazing, thank you so much!” you smiled widely, clapping your hands. “and the decorations! this is amazing!! i really appreciate your hard work.”

maybe now’s not the time. a cake, self-made. and the decorations. some were handmade, you could tell by the adorable drawings. the setup itself was glorious. so no, you didn’t want to shatter their efforts.

this was still amazing, regardless.

“so, are you ready to cut the cake y/n?! sato and bakugou worked on it,” mina - the pink haired girl - pointed to the both of them.

“of course! i’m pretty sure it tastes so good,” you said, walking towards the wide table with the lovable bunch.

^^^

the common room was cleaned up really quickly. not a lot of mess was made but cleanliness is priority for sure.

“so... you were zoning out quite a lot lately. what’s up with you?”

bakugou looked into your eyes. you gulped a little, setting down your drink. “nah, it’s nothing-,”

“was the cake out of taste?” he raised an eyebrow. “pretty sure i used the right ingredients. sugar boy over there knows his ways with desserts. or was it the food?”

“woah, woah, chill out bakugou! no, the cake was perfect.i loved it a lot. like,i would eat it again.”

he cleared his throat, backing away. “damn it. okay, cool. then what was up with you? no one asked you up to this point, so there.”

“um... okay. you have to promise me not to tell anyone about this then.”

“i knew it.”

“wait! it had nothing to do with the party. absolutely nothing. but keep it a secret. promise me?” you held out a pinky finger, waiting for him to do the same.

he looked at it, hesitated; but gave in anyway. “whatever. i promise. what is it?”

“how do i say it... i’m not, um, from the part of where the wild west is? more like.... i’m not exactly from this part of Texas. yes, i am familiar with this type of culture, but i wasn’t exactly raised with it.”

he blinked a few times, and nodded. “oh.”

“and it’s not like i wasn’t hating it at all! this was already one of the best moments i’ve had so far in the academy; which makes me look forward to more! it just made me sad that i did have to admit it sooner or later. on the other hand, i was so happy.”

“geez, i told them about it,” bakugou placed a hand behind his neck. “gonna have to ask this again - was this whole party thing okay?”

“yes, don’t worry about it!”

“i’m not worried! i just didn’t want to think i wasted my time prepping for this!” he said. 

so he was worried.

“worried or not, this was very eventful. you’ve outdone yourself, bakugou katsuki.”

he smirked. “ha, you don’t seem bad yourself.”

“why, thank you. the same goes to you, good sir,” you bowed.

“hey. multiply that by 10.”

“no fair!” 

the talk went on for quite a while. the bakusquad were bewildered by how bakugou didn’t seem to complain to you about his bedtime, but then again, they loved seeing their friend - usually really worried about his schedule - finally beating it while making friends with the texas beaut.

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(a/n): beaut ; a fine example of something. it sounded really wholesome to me, so i went with this title. i hope you liked it! <3

[peculiar-monstar]

It's just... Casual Sex

Paring: Loki x Reader

Genre: songfic!

Words: 3,565

Summary: Songfic based off the song by My Darkest Days---As the title states, you (who works as a lab tech along side the science bros) and Loki have been busy and have kept it quiet, but one morning after a exhausting night you fail to notice the thing your spy friend doesn't. This leads to the spilling of the beans so to say as she uses her skills to figure out who out of the two she suspects is the one you crawl into bed with.

The rich smell of the coffee filled the air as you pour yourself a cup of the dark liquid. With a raisin toast in hand you made your way to the closest bar stool and firmly planted yourself there, waiting for the caffeine to bring you to life. After the first few sips you closed your eyes and rubbed your temples, thank gosh you managed to make it in here before the rest of the team filled it with loud chatter and talk.

Typically no others were really around at this hour, if it was their off day then most would sleep in or even be out training already. Regret danced around your head as you finished your meal, you knew staying up and partaking in the activities that all but claimed your hours intended for sleeping would have you utterly drained today. Could you really hate yourself too much though, anyone in your situation would have done the exact same.

You'll never meet my mom,

Strings will never be attached,

We'll always get along,

'Cause it doesn't have to last,

Not sure if you drifted off or she's just that good at sneaking in on half dead to the world people, you were startled to open your eyes to a smirking Black Widow who was pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Morning Nat, sneaking about already this morning?” you question before sipping more life support. “Ha, not hardly... more like someone's been having too much fun. So tell me y/n what kept you up late this time? Project? Party a little too hard with some IT friends? Or is it maybe a guy?” her eye brows wiggled a little with the last question. You couldn't help but choke as you nervously tried to play off how her questions caught you off guard.

“Funny Nat.... it was just a work thing, you know how Tony and Bruce are with their projects... work work work.” She leaned against counter in front of you, eyeing you and sipping her drink. “Really.. so then tell me was it Tony or Bruce who left the rather large hickey on the right side of your neck?” You lost your coffee completely this time, just shy of it coming out of your nose with how hard you were coughing. “What hickey?” She quickly snapped a pic of it with her phone and showed you. Sure as the sky is blue there was a very obvious love bite on your neck right where your neck met your shoulder. “Well... Fuck... looks like ill be wearing a lab coat and t shirts for a while..” your voice was muffled by the counter you had placed your blush covered face on.

And anytime I call you, you don't have to call me back,

I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch.

“So are you gonna tell me who this man of yours is? Or will I have to use my spy skills?” She asked in a rather eager tone. Your response was an aggravated huff. “Boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Married man? C'mon give me something. I honestly didn't know you had someone, other then your work that is. We all only ever see you busy in the labs.” You had always been so careful not to show any marks or let on about anything to anyone, and now your zombie self not only dint notice the mark as big as a truck but the best person on the team at uncovering secrets saw it.

The truth would be coming out no matter if you told her or not. Going with maybe she will keep it quiet you decided to give her enough to have her put it together. Sitting up and facing her, you took a breath, “Your not walking out of here with nothing are you?” Shaking her head she joined you at the bar, patiently waiting for you to start. “Okay.. so no I don't have a boyfriend and no I'm not with a married man....i uh.. it's not exactly friends with benefits, I mean yeah we know each other but I don't know if I'd call us friends..” your words trailed off a little as you tried to find the exact words to label what you have.

She said she's cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Oh so it's just casual sex?” she replied without missing a beat. You looked at her confused for a minute as if it was the easiest thing you could have said to explain everything. “Yeah..yeah that sounds like a good enough way to describe it.” You answer before sipping the last of your coffee before checking the time on your phone. “Basically you two hook up when ever but neither of you are together or in a relationship, and there isn't any rules or jealousy of what the other does.” She continues. “Then yeah that's exactly what it is, so no need to concern yourself, but I really should go change and get to the lab and start while I have the energy.” you say getting up to refill your cup.

Her arm on you stopped you, of course it wouldn't be so easy. “not so fast, there is more then just it being a hook up as to why you've been so careful about keeping this quiet. Clearly he's something to have caught your eye and pull you from your lab, so spill it.” slumping back into your chair you closed your eyes and watched as last nights moments played through your mind.

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single, but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers crazy for each other.

His lips started at yours with desire growing with each one he placed as he moved his mouth down your neck to your collar bone, going lower as he made his way to between your breasts. Suddenly his lips found your right ear and you had to hold back a moan when his silky voice whispered to you. “My dear you will not be finding any sleep here tonight..” you felt him place a couple wet kisses on your shoulder followed by more whispering. “I plan to make you beg me to take you, give you the pleasure you so desperately crave and make sure the only thing you able to say by morning is my name.” The shivers that shot down your spine with his last words make you throw out all cares on how tired you'd be for work, the only thing you wanted was to be entangled with the man currently assaulting you with his delicious lips and screaming his name as you came around him in pure bliss.

Natasha clearing her throat made you remember you were currently being interrogated by her on who the hickey leaving hook up you bang is. “Sorry.. just trying to see how to put this, and remember it if it uh decenigrats after today.” you say in a nervous tone. She didn't even try to hide the twinkle in her eye when you said that. “Ooh this got good, so it's clearly a co worker, but it is a fellow lab guy? Or is it..” her smile when the look on your face gave it away that it was definitely not lab personnel made you wish you had a poker face.

“That's why you've kept this quiet, it's one of the guys isn't it?” you wanted to face palm yourself into a coma at this point. “Yes.... I was afraid if it got out I'd get reassigned it would also affect him to because he prefers to keep others out of his personal business.” You explain. “I can understand that, but narrowing it down and knowing the guys like I do, Clint's married so not him, Sam is too much of a bragger to keep his mouth shut, Scott is too much of a sweetie to not be more public about it, Vision is with Wanda, Tony has Pepper, Thor is with Jane, Steve's got this weird thing with Sharron....All that being said that leaves two guys.. both are equally private..so go on keep talking.

We don't have to go on dates,

You don't have to like my friends,

I won't get in your face when you're making other plans,

Shit she's good, this was getting uncovered faster then you liked and the rest of the team would be showing up for breakfast soon and this is not the conversation you wanted to be having when they do. “Ever been told you're too good at this Nat” she simply smiles and waits for you to keep going.

“Well since the two I think you are referring to are Bucky and Loki, then yes, you are right there. They are both more along the quiet side and prefer to keep personal matters to themselves and not announce all to the whole team.” She Nods in agreement. “so which on is it y/n?” Shaking your head you smirk “aww c'mon Nat, don't wanna use those skills of yours...I'll help you out since your gonna make it your mission till you know anyways.” You roll your eyes and go to explain, but she cuts you off before the words leave your mouth.

“Now wait just a minute, I'll figure this out myself off of what you've given me, I was just seeing if you'd offer it up easily first.” standing she walks over to the sink then returns to her seat and looks you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, sweat pants clung to your hips, a light tank top and a silky long sleeved robe hung around your shoulders.

“So he likes to leave loves bites, you two definitely didn't stop at once, considering the state of your hair and lack of energy this morning, which would mean he has quite the stamina...And I can almost bet there is or has been some light bruising around your wrists..along with a few other well placed hickeys.” She watches as you pull the sleeves on your robe down and blush a little. “Mmm hmm.. so he like to be in charge and likes to mark you, but at the same time doesn't want to be singularly a couple. Either of those two fit this so far...” you can almost see her brain picking apart each clue. “Tell me y/n how did this all start exactly?”

If you're tired of the taste,

We can try another blend,

My heart will never break I'm just here to break a sweat.

Good lord he was walking temptation, all broody and dark, making it seem like he was so tough but no matter how much he pretended he wanted nothing to do with anyone, something about that made you want to prove him wrong. Working late was nothing unusual for you, happened more then you getting laid, as sad as that was. Buried deep behind your projects and formulas or one of the weapons you hardly left your space. Feeling frustrated with how your intended mixture wasn't combining like it should you opted for a break. Heading to the kitchen you found the place deserted, the quiet was nice but you'd kill to get rid of the frustrating feeling still lingering. Still processing the formula in your mind you collide with a very hard object, thinking it was the wall you were shocked to see instead you had smacked right into to the very temptation that had passed by the lab earlier and clouded your mind with not so helpful thoughts.

“Sorry!” you squeaked and moved out of his way. “Maybe you should pay more attention to where your walking.” He snapped. “Excuse me, it was an accident, sorry if I'm a little tired from working on stuff that could possibly save you on a mission.. geez no need to get a attitude with me..” You retort while grabbing a mug and pouring more coffee to fuel your night work.

Suddenly you felt the hard wall against your as he grabbed you and pushed you to it causing you to look up at him. “You have some mouth on you, coming in here and telling me not to speak to you like that when your the one who walked into me!” his nostrils flared with his words and your could see his pupils were blown as he stared at you. “So what if I do, what are you gonna do about it?” you challenged him. He stayed still contemplating his next move, before you found his lips crashing to yours with a rough kiss. You kissed him back with equal power, both of your arms roaming over each other as you continued, tongues battling for dominance before you pulled away needing air.

That's why she's cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Well it kinda just happened a couple months ago, after a really rough day at work....for both of us I guess.” you tell her as she taps her finger to her bottom lip. “I see, so probably started off as a confrontation when no one was around and lead to some intense sex... Well we don't really see either of them after missions or when they seem to be in a rather foul mood. I'll go out on a limb and say it probably goes both ways if one of you wants the other you meet up, but I bet he mostly contacts you after the missions?” You nod at her.

“Okay, both of them could still fit this, lets see what else can I get off you before I make my guess.” You shift a little under her gaze. “Do you interact with them other then when you hook up?” Looking down at your hand then back at her, “not really I mean if he's in the lab, sure but we don't really see each other much between. He doesn't avoid it but we also don't go out of our ways either. I don't care what he does and vice versa, if either of us went on a date or something the other wouldn't mind. We just have this mutual agreement to be there to release some steam in a beneficial way to both of us.”

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

The two of you were covered in a thin layer of sweat and tried desperately to catch your breath and steady your heart rates again. To say that was the greatest sex you'd had in your entire life was a true statement. You couldn't help but feel your pride swell a little hearing him just as out of breath as you. Who would have thought you'd have the same effect on him as he you, and that a un-mixing formula would have put you in this bed, in the room and in the arms of this man. Having calmed your heart back to a decent speed you went to get up but a rather strong arm stopped you.

“Where do you think you are planning on going?” he asked as he pulled you back closer to him. “Well I was gonna go back to the lab an--” He cut you off with another searing kiss, and you could already feel him grinding his rock hard erection into your thigh. “We are only getting started here darling, I have yet to grow tired of hearing those delightful sounds escape your pretty mouth as I make you come undone..” Immediately forgetting the formula you swing your leg over him and straddle his hips. You were in for one hell of a night.

She so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it 'cause its easier this way,

She's so cool with it, She's down with it,

There's nothing wrong with it, Don't want it any other way.

“Earth to y/n? Are you asleep or lost in thoughts?” Nat asked as she waved a hand in front of your glazed over eyes. “Yeah sorry I'm here still thinking about how this all came to be.” She squinted her eyes at you, as if she had just figured something out. “So are you starting to get attached or want more then just hook up with him? And don't bother lying I can see right through you.” You glared at her, if she knew then why ask. “I don't know, maybe, I mean get get along well and I think maybe if we were to actually pursue this as a couple it may work out, but I haven't brought it up and neither has he, I didn't want to affect him as a avenger or bring up anything that would up set him after what he's been though. No point to lose out on a good thing just to call him my boyfriend if you know what I mean.” You both laugh but then you see her eyeing your neck. “Has he ever left a mark in such an obvious place, I mean it's basically screaming I'm owned don't even try.” rubbing the mark with your hand you think back but shake your head.

“Not that I can remember, we've both been pretty discreet, I didn't even know it was there till you showed me.” She looked as though a light bulb went off after you answered. “Last night was intense, and he left a mark intended to be seen, so what did you say or do differently that may have spurred this?” You sat there thinking and only one thing had come to mind. “I did mention I would be out of town for a few days with a fellow lab assistant do to some work we have to do off base, the assistant is a he, and after that he did seem to want to make it a point to leave a couple hickeys on my thigh.” She smiled and looked at you “Yeah I'd say maybe your mystery banger wants to do more then just bang, so damaged, possessive, dominate, kick ass stamina, and moody.. I'm gonna go with--”

It's just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're single, but we're lovers, crazy for each other,

Just your typical hardcore, casual sex,

We're wild under the covers crazy for each other.

 She was about to give you her answer, but the two of you were interrupted by Sam, Steve, and Bucky arguing about who knows Steve the best and who would be more help for him in a fight. You shot Nat a please don't say anything look and she winked at you. “Good morning ladies.” came Tony's chipper tone as he walked in followed by Thor and Loki. “hey guys, so thought I'd tell ya that our y/n here scored herself a date tonight with one of her hottie lab techs and she's not gonna be in this weekend, so no texting her Tony!” Nat announced. “Way to go y/n! Enjoy yourself then!” Steve said while grabbing the newspaper. Bucky gave you a thumbs up, Sam complained about how that meant he couldn't take you out, Thor gave you a huge smile while grabbing a full box of pop tarts, and Tony poured himself a cup of coffee then walked over to you and Nat.

“So was it this lucky guy your going out with the one who left that ?” he pointed to the mark you tried to cover. “Oh uh he--” before you could answer someone else did for you. “Actually no, that would be my handy work if you must know.” Loki's words caused everyone to share the look of surprise, all except for Nat who couldn't have had a more smug smile. “Now my pet if you would be so kind, I need to speak with you about this so called date.” You quickly followed him out of the kitchen out of more shock then anything after he had just declared you and he had slept together. The second the two of you rounded the corner you found yourself back in his bedroom. “Apparently I didn't make myself very clear the multiple times I asked you who you belonged to last night, as you came screaming my name.” His powerful arms resting on your hips. “Oh no you did, that was just Nat's way of say she knew who left this on me, but since we're back in here I'm more then happy for you to make it abundantly clear again.” you say as you look up through your lashes smiling.

Everybody wants a lover like that,

Wild under the covers, crazy for each other,

Everybody wants a lover like that

Wild under the covers, crazy for each other.

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[frilly-axolotl]

"I thought I'd never see you again" hug. Yuri and Yuuri maybe?

167 years later, I finally get this piece done! Been doing some thinking about how I would do it, and how I could incorporate it into my Six Kinds of Love story. Prepare for angst.

Set around a week or two after the two Yuris are first taken by Isaak and Matvei. Standard warnings come with that as you all know, but there will be nothing explicit. Only implied or perhaps mentioned. Due to the nature of it all, I’ve decided to put it under the cut for those who want to avoid it.

I really could have milked this for all it was worth and made it a whole piece, but for time’s sake, I cut a lot out and kept it as short as I could. It’s still pretty long. I might expand on this and post it on AO3 as an extra.

There’s not a whole lot in this room. Bare walls, a blessedly clean carpet (there’s no bed, but Yuri thanks the lord that at least the carpet is clean). A single window on the wall opposite the door. It’s a big window. Yuri has been warned to stay away from it, and to never ever open those blackout curtains under any circumstances. The temptation is almost too much to bear, but Yuri doesn’t dare do anything to anger these two Masters. Not after what he saw them do to Katsuki on their first night…

A pillow and a thick fleece blanket tossed into the corner of the room serves as his bed. Yuri doesn’t mind too much. He’s slept rougher. And there’s a TV on the floor. It’s an older model - big and boxy. It doesn’t have cable. But it does have a DVD player with a small collection of movies stacked beside it. Yuri’s only been brave enough to turn it on and watch something once. Neither of his two Masters, scarcely though he sees them, commented on it. But still, one can never be too careful.

Yuri has honestly only seen his Masters a handful of times each. One of them will bring him food, or come to escort him to the bathroom for a shower and to use the toilet in the mornings. They’re not feeding him or letting him drink often enough for toileting to be an issue after the first go in the morning, really. But Yuri, who is used to his figure-skating diet and occasionally binge-eating junk food, can feel his body starting to deteriorate. 

He’s not allowed to leave this room. Not for anything. Otherwise he would happily go and raid their kitchen.

Honestly, none of that matters. Not really. Not when the only thing he can think about is Katsuki. The other Yuuri. 

Yuri doesn’t sleep properly at night, because all he can see is the Japanese stranger. What he did on their first night. How he protected Yuri. The sounds the three of them made - Katsuki and the two Masters. Katsuki’s tear-stained face all scrunched up in pain, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. 

The blood.

He shakes his head. He’s trying so hard not to think about it. But it’s hard when he’s stuck here. Stuck here without knowing where Katsuki is or what happened to him. He could be dead. How it might have happened, Yuri doesn’t even want to imagine. After that first…time…the bigger Master - Isaak - practically dragged Katsuki away. Out of the living room where the nightmare took place, to somewhere Yuri couldn’t see. The other Master - Matvei, who seems a little gentler in some ways than Isaak - took Yuri up to the very room he sits in now. He hasn’t seen or heard from, or even heard about Katsuki, since.

Every day, he will tell himself he’s not scared. He’ll tell himself he’s not afraid of what will happen to him if Katsuki really is dead, and he will tell himself that he’s not afraid of the idea that these two men will kill someone so easily.

The truth is, he’s terrified. He misses his grandpa, he misses his cat, he misses the ice. He misses the Japanese stranger who promised to protect him.

But this morning after he’s showered, things are different. He can hear more movement downstairs. More angry Russian arguing. It’s too muffled to make out what they’re saying. It sounds like Matvei is winning, though.

Yuri stays curled up under the blanket. It’s cold in the house today, and he’s only wearing underwear and a t-shirt. And the collar. That’s all he’s allowed to wear. He supposes it’s better than being forced to walk around naked.

The front door slams, and Yuri hears Isaak cursing all the way to the gate. Things go quiet for a bit after that before he hears light footsteps on the stairs. He jolts up in fear. This isn’t usual. When the door to his room is pushed open, for a moment his heart freezes.

Then in walks Katsuki, with Matvei close behind him.

He’s wearing a simple pair of black boxer-briefs, the collar around his neck, and nothing more. His body - hips especially - are littered with varying degrees of bruises. Darker marks, hickeys probably, are scattered around near his neck. The man is walking with a subtle limp. Dark circles paint the area beneath his eyes. His lips look dry and chapped, and the skin around his wrists and ankles looks red and raw. He’s definitely lost weight.

But he’s alive.

He’s alive, and when he spots Yuri sitting in the corner with the blanket over his legs, his tired-looking face breaks out into a relieved smile.

Matvei walks past Katsuki and to the window where he wrenches the curtains open. Sunlight floods the barren room.

“Stay away from the window,” he warns the pair of them. To Katsuki, he adds softly, “Try to get some rest. I’ll be back before Isaak gets home.”

“Yes, Master,” Katsuki recites with a nod.

Matvei leaves them, shutting the door behind him.

“Yuri,” the Japanese man says softly. He approaches carefully, limping as he does.

“Yuuri,” Yuri echoes back, getting to his feet.

Katsuki laughs softly. “Maybe we should call you Yurio instead. So we won’t get confused.”

“Idiot,” Yuri mutters. “As if we won’t know who we mean. But whatever. Call me Yurio if you want.”

Katsuki smiles at him. It’s a sad sort of smile. They sit down together, and Yuri gives Katsuki the blanket because he looks like he’s freezing. Neither of them say anything. Yuri doesn’t know what to say to this man. 

“Are you…hurt?” Katsuki asks eventually.

“No.”

The word is bitter on his tongue. No, he’s not hurt. Because Katsuki is. 

He opens his mouth to say something - anything. To get this man to understand his gratitude. To admonish him for doing something so stupid, and tell him Yuri would never have done the same for him. To even ask him how he is.

But the second he opens his mouth, a lump swells in his throat so big that he can’t get a sound out. Instead, childish tears spring to his eyes. Katsuki makes an alarmed kind of sound. Reaches out to touch him as a gesture of comfort, Yuri supposes. Probably completely misunderstands the reason for his tears.

Feeling like he’s five once again, and his mother has abandoned him, but there is his grandpa to make it all better, Yuri throws his arms around Katsuki’s neck and buries his face in his collar to hide his shame. Yuri hasn’t cried like this for a long time. It’s so embarrassing.

“Yurio…” Katsuki says, petting his hair uncertainly.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Yuri admits through his tears. “I didn’t know what- I was so-”

Katsuki’s arms go around him, hands stroking and comforting.

“Oh, Yurio,” he says, and his voice sounds thick with emotion. “I promised you. I promised you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Everything’s going to b-be okay.”

It’s not. It’s not going to be okay. How can it?

But he shoves thoughts like that from his mind. For now. Because Katsuki is here. Still alive. Still with him. He’s not alone. He hasn’t been abandoned. As long as Katsuki’s here, he can manage. As long as he’s not alone…he can manage…

Ouch. Right in the feels. I might make more out of this and post it as an extra on AO3, because there are a lot of emotions and things I couldn’t go into here on Tumblr. But that’s for when I’m feeling especially angsty :P