#luckily it can collapse so that shit's being hidden under my bed

[ficsonpost-its]

you bought your cat a stroller??

listen anon hear me out he's a maine coon and he's not even 2 and he's outgrown a whole ass backpack carrier i bought him 🥲

bro is too big for anything on the market

[kirislut]

Can I request Bakugou x reader where he's a pro hero and the reader is a civilian friend who he likes. They told him where their hidden key is if he ever needed to crash and their place was the closer option. One day he takes that offer, going in, using their shower and kitchen. They almost didn't noticed when they returned home and crashed on the couch. And then he starts doing it frequently because he likes being there and resting with them? Also happens to prevent someone breaking in too?

a/n: i always love like prohero writings, because it makes me happy seeing that class 1a made it shxksisn sorry me being soft but here ya go! also bakugou is more mature here, idk i imagine prohero bakugou more calm and cocky, still angry just able to handle it more. 

warnings: bakugou(swearing), break in

you never thought you would become friends with a pro hero, especially one that you highly admired. admired for his hard work and because he was good looking.

it all started unexpectedly, you were driving home after a long day of running errands. you looked away for a second to change the song when you heard a loud shout, causing you to step on the brakes. yet a body still collided with the front of the car, then fell onto the ground. ‘did i just run someone over? oh my god.��

you nearly busted your car door wide open to go and help whoever you had just hit, but you froze when you saw bags of spilled money on the road. “woah, trying to steal all my credit? you managed to stop them before me.”

spinning around your eyes landed on the pro hero ground zero. the. pro. hero. ground. zero. now you weren’t sure what to be shocked about, the fact you hit some apparent villain or the fact that ground zero was talking to you. yea your inner fan girl won over.

“holy shit you’re ground zero.” the hero let out a small chuckle, a cocky attitude immediately taking him over because he could tell you were at least impressed. maybe even a fan? he didn’t know that his fans could be so cute. that shocked look you wore in your face because he was talking to you? that inflated his ego, as if it couldn’t grow any bigger.

“yes i am, good job taking down that villain by the way. how did you see us?” he questioned as he moved past you, grabbing the villain by the back of the shirt and lifting them up and over his shoulder.

hearing his question made you let out a little chuckle of sheepishness. “well i actually didn’t see them coming, it was an accident....” a wave of embarrassment washed over you as the pro hero tilted his head and cocked his eyebrow at you.

“you hit them on accident?”

“basically...”

the blonde stared at you before letting out a snort, “jesus maybe you should be taken in instead.” you let out a breath of relief, worried for a moment but glad he was just joking.

after that you actually had to be questioned and such by the police, for the report, so you were able to spend a little more time with the pro hero. it was nice, playful banter with maybe. just maybe some flirting?

as you were leaving the hero followed you to your car, ya know just make sure you got there safe of course. not because he thought you were kinda cute of whatever.

“congrats, you can be a sidekick ya know.” you just laughed, shaking your head. “no the hero life isn’t for me sadly. but if i ever change my mind i’ll let you know.” you opened up your car door and slide into your drivers seat.

“well too bad, just try not to hit anyone else on your way home.” he smirked softly, but his expression changed as he remembered something. he fished for something in his pockets as you shut your car door and rolled the window down.

“jesus fuck where did i put it.” as he continued to search you buckled up and waited for whatever the hero was going to give you. you buckled up as you waited for him to get whatever he was looking for.

“THERE IT IS!” he shouted, letting out of a huff of anger since it was buried in his pocket. in between his fingers he held out a black business card towards you. “it’s my number, let me know if you ever crash into someone. or if there’s a villain. i’ll make sure to save the day as usual.” he wore his signature grin as you grabbed the card, smiling and internally freaking out. thank you’s and goodbyes were said towards each other then you drove off home.

you thought you wouldn’t see the pro hero again any time soon since it was a coincidence and all, also because his agency isn’t close to where you reside. but not even a week later you see him patrolling not to far from your apartment during the night.

as you approached your apartment building, the pro hero was as well. you were currently debating if you should say something, but would he even remember you? he probably dealt with a lot of fans everyday. he was a famous hero after all. but as you were thinking and just blatantly staring at the spiky blonde, he recognized you from afar. “hey it’s the bad driver.”

bakugou quickened his pace slightly to approach you, it’s not like he wanted to talk to you or something. oh no he was just going to check up on a civilian walking alone in the middle of the night of course.

seeing him come straight towards you made you flush in embarrassment, did he realize you were staring at him? but you did your best to act cool when he stopped in front of you. “what are you doing out here, aren’t you far away from your agency?”

the pro hero huffed when you beat him to asking the ‘what are you doing here’ question. “i was about to ask you what you’re doing walking around by yourself this late.”

“oh i was just coming back from a night out with friends. and it was close enough to walk.” you explained simply as the hero nodded in response. “i’m guessing you also didn’t want to run anyone over again?”

you wrinkled your nose at his teasing, making the hero chuckle softly at your little pout. “it was an accident! and they were a villain. but you still didn’t answer my question.”

“to simplify my agency is going to start covering this area as well. so were in the process of establishing another head quarters and now i’ll be patrolling around this area more often.”

hearing his explanation honestly filled you with a childish glee, this meant you could run into hero more. just hopefully not with your car. but maybe you could be able to talk to him more, just maybe.

luckily your maybes came true, you were able to see ground zero more often and mostly during the night. the two of you would share quick conversations, just asking about how the other was and of course the usual teasing of you hitting that villain. he would never let it down.

but one night you saw that he was quite dirty and looked exhausted. you started to insist that he just rest in your apartment but of course he refused. he didn’t want to be a bother besides, he was fine. though even if he refused you told him about the spare you had taped under you door mat. not under your door mat because that was too obvious, besides no one actually checks the back of a door mat anyways.

you knew it would take a while for bakugou, he didn’t want you to call him ground zero anymore since you guys were friends now, to accept your offer. so you in the back of your mind you always remembered that he could just show up one day. but one day you were particularly exhausted, work was nothing but terrible.

so when you walked through your apartment you collapsed onto your couch, not having enough energy to make it to your bed. “oi (y/n) if you’re gonna sleep at least go to your bed.”

suddenly hearing bakugou’s voice scared you enough to fall off the couch from trying to sit up too quickly. hearing the thud, bakugou peeked out from the kitchen to see you had fallen on the floor. he didn’t hesitate to start laughing his ass off from you falling.

you sat up straight, glaring at the male. you scrambled up to your feet, flushing in embarrassment. “DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” you shouted, causing the hero to soften his laughter. “right sorry, but that was fucking hilarious.” he was still trying to calm down, but you were still upset. though seeing him laugh was pretty cute, but no you had to be upset.

actually as you watched him, you could tell that his hair was slightly damp, he had taken a shower it seemed. he was also just wearing his tank top and pants from his hero costume, but did his biceps always look that big? when did they get so defined.

“hey idiot, stop staring and lets eat. i made some food.” you hadn’t noticed he stopped laughing, but you snapped out of your dreamy state and cocked your head to the side. “food?”

he hummed in response as he turned back to go into the kitchen, coming out with two plates of pasta he made. “i figured you’d be hungry, cause i fucking am.” you were about to snatch the plate away from him so you could just eat on the couch, but he moved away before you could snatch it. “you’re eating at the table, not on the couch. you might make a mess.”

your face temporarily twisted into a scowl, you just wanted to eat. but you knew he was right, so you just followed him to your little dinning table. the both of you shared a very pleasant dinner, the food was nothing less of perfection and the chatter was comfortable.

those nights were definitely what you looked forward too now, it wasn’t every day but at least a few days a week. you would come home, he would freshen up and make food, the two of you would eat or watch a movie, then he would crash on the couch. his visiting was causing your feelings or admiration turn into a rather huge crush.

it wasn’t any better for the pro hero, if anything it might’ve been worse. he knew he could just go home instead of crashing at your place, but it was closer. at least that’s what he was telling himself. it’s not like he looked forward to seeing you and hearing you praise him for his hero work or his cooking. it’s not like he would peek into your room to see your sleeping form just before he left your apartment. no he wouldn’t do that, he was just making sure you were alright. it was his duty as a hero after all, to make sure you were safe no matter what.

tonight was a little different from usual, bakugou called you saying that he was off on a mission so you didn’t need to wait up for him. it wasn’t the first time this happened but you still felt a little disappointed that you weren’t able to see him. so when you heard some footsteps, you were quick to sit up in bed.

you waited for a moment since the footsteps had stopped, it was then a uneasy feeling washed over you. bakugou would always shower first no matter what, even if you were home first he wouldn’t go up to you until he showered. because he didn’t want you smelling his dirt and grime, so why was there footsteps near your bedroom door and not your bathroom.

quietly, you rushed over to your bed again and fished around the blankets to grab your phone. once you had it you immediately called bakugou’s phone, hearing the dialing tone and anticipating footsteps didn’t help calm your nerves.

“hello?”

“bakugou someone is here, i can hear footsteps.”

“what? wait (y/n) i’m almost there just hide!”

you nodded, feeling slightly less worried since you knew bakugou would be here soon. but when you saw your bedroom doorknob slowly start to turn, that slight relief you felt vanished in an instant.

anxiety was gnawing away at you as you sat on your bed, burning holes into the door with your intent stare. the doorknob stopped turning, but it only worsened as the door started to slowly swing open. you could make out an arm through the sliver the opening, what was going to happen when they saw you sitting there. what if they had a weapon, you were going to be taken hostage?

“DIEEEE!!” a loud crash erupted further down your apartment then then led to a series of explosions and lots of yelling. you sat there stunned, previous anxiety was replaced with confusion. but as you pieced two and two together you scrambled off from your bed and swung open your bedroom door.

bakugou was outside your bedroom door, pinning down a person dressed in all black who was probably knocked out. as you took in the scene you had never seen the hero so furious before, he was clenching his jaw so tightly you were worried his teeth would break. “bakugou—“

his head quickly twisted to look over at you, his look of anger dissipating and being overtaken by worry. he got off of the poor person and rushed to you. he grabbed your shoulders and immediately started to look around you, “are you okay? did you get hurt?”

watching him frantically look you over made you smile slightly, mostly just relieved that he was here. you brushed his hands off of your shoulder and moved forward, hugging him tightly. you hid your face in his chest as he stood there, taken aback that you were hugging him so suddenly.

“i’m fine bakugou, thank you for saving me.”

the blonde let out a sigh of relief, letting his arms wrap around your waist as he held you close. “you dumbass, you left the door unlocked. what if i was out on some mission and i couldn’t save you?”

hearing his theory, you just shook your head in response. you pulled from the hug just slightly so you could look at him. a smug grin spread across your face as he returned your gaze, “well i know you’ll always save me. no matter what.”

seeing your smug expression and confident words about him, made him all to happy. so in the heat of the moment he leaned down and closed the space between you. pressing his lips against yours in a deep kiss. your eyes widened slightly, but didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

you only pulled apart until your lungs were practically begging for air, so little pants escaped your slightly swollen lips as you looked up at the blushing hero. suddenly you remembered your situation, “shouldn’t you get them out of here?” you asked, tearing your eyes from bakugou to give the passed out person on your floor a glance.

he tsked at you and rolled his eyes, grabbing your chin so that you were staring at him again. “they can fucking wait, right now. i need to take care of you first.”

oh it was a long night, mostly filled with kisses, but also because you had to accompany your now boyfriend to turn in the fool who tried to break into your apartment. but now you never had to be scared again, because you knew that your hero would save you. he would always save you no matter what.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

okay so i recently watched the metal family (the english dub) on youtube and i sent my friend a ton of information on it - my thoughts, my theories, etc, and then i thought of a sanders sides related universe for it 

technically some things differ, as in the part i wrote glam and chive (who ive assigned to logan and remus) eventually end up together, but whatever 

and, because im a whore for attention im going to post here exactly what i rambled about because i was spilling out thoughts that just made my heart beat faster. so basically, the metal family: sanders sides edition 

spoilers for the metal family. 

basically i was thinking of logan and remus basically as these two characters, with logan as glam/sebastian and remus as chive, and logans parents putting a lot of pressure on him as their only child, and his dad is suffering abuse to so he cant even stick up for logan, and when he does bad he has to put out his arm and roll his sleeve up and his moms hits it repeatedly, and in the show glam doesnt react until he showers bc thats when it stings (until a certain scene where glams dad slaps it so hard he fucking bleeds a lot and starts sobbing and its like part of when he snapped) but thats probably what he does, and obviously the butler also gets mad and snaps on him a lot too, but when he goes to that music exam and gets second place to remus (who he met briefly on the way to the music exam - youll understand this more if you end up watching the series), hes shocked, and as remus walks him home he explains what he did on the guitar, and gives him the bach vinyl and logan squints but takes it anyway, and when he announces he got second he gets scolded, they mock him for who he lost too, and the back vinyl is taken by his mother, hes scolded for thinking he could ever be on par (logan plays the violen btw - he entered the music exam with a violen and its what his mouther abuses him for when he plays wrong or doesnt answer right/right away to note related questions) with bach, and then hes hit with the ruler and sent back to his room, where he plays the bach vinyl thinking it will be bach but then its metal and it sort of awakens something in logan and he sort of snaps

when he runs into remus again remus offers to teach him, steals an amp and guitar from the observatory, and then when he goes home then this is where hes hit until his forearm is literally dripping with blood and hes sobbing, but sort of that unhinged sort of sobbing where hes like :) while sobbing and bleeding, and his mom is saying hes no longer allowed to take walks because he was late, went through the park, ran in a suit, etc, and how logan will be studying with her daily from now on, and through gritted teeth, a sob, and a smile, as he clutches his bloody wrist hes like "yes mother, ill study under you every day. every day. every day." and he and remus had luckily agreed already to meet by the dumpster at midnight, and thats what they start doing

remus teaches him how to play, and logan literally gets no fucking sleep and becomes more and more sleep deprived as hes taught more and more and it makes him more and more manic and unhinged, and he has periods where he fucking snaps and can play the bass super well because hes fueling his anger and his trauma into how aggressively he plays and is actually super good, and eventually he and remus get a gig with these two other bandmates 

and that happens to be the day that the way he hides his diary (where he gets out his murderous thoughts over his father, writes about lying to him, and writes down notes for music he wants to make) and his model of the city (which hed spent a lot of time on and cared about a lot and made out of every day things like lightbulbs and pencil shavers and had to keep hidden) were revealed and his mother found them, and she threw it into the trash where logan saw it crumbled as he walked home in the rain, and while his mother is aggressively shouting at him she says something along the lines of "who are you going to choose. your family, or some vagrants!?" and logan sort of snaps, goes wide eyed, and walks the other way, despite the fact its rianing and his mother demands him to come back, and then starst screaming about how if he ever comes back to the door hell never be allowed back inside, and thats where that episode ends

and basically i was thinking that logan leaves, and sort of walks around in his suit with his violen for a while, before he goes back to the alley where he hides his guitar that remus stole for him and his punk clothes, and he grabs them both and sort of mindlessly wanders until he ends up back in front of remuss trailer

when logan shows up remus doesnt realize until he opens the door of his trailer and prepares to leave and logans just standing there staring, utterly soaked, and he craves his neck up when remus walks out and remus is like "holy shit dude, you scared me. its not even midnight here. how long have you been here?" and logan doesnt answer, and hess not used to tocuhing people or being touched gently, but he sort of falls into remus, and collapses against him, and he starts sobbing because he just lost his family, and he left his dad all alone, but ehs finally free from the abuse, and hes so tired and so confused and hes never felt so unsure of his next move but remus just pulls him inside, brings his stuff inside, they step over his sleeping and drunk parent, and remus takes logan to his room (possibly the one he shares with roman ?) and basically just hugs logan as he sobs and cries and eventually passes out against him because hes literally so fucking sleep deprived, and remus takes liberty to change logan out of his sopping wet clothes, but then both of logans arms are covered in scars, some of them still scabbed, and remus is immediately concerned but he decides hell ask about it when logan wakes up, and basically ust goes out and shoplifts some food or steals from his parent to buy shit, and when logan wakes up hes given low quality food that he accepts gratefully, apologizes for showing up unceremoniously and being so informal, but remus just hesitantly wraps an arm around him, and logan accepts it, and remus says its fine while cuddling with him and then again hesitantly asks what happened

and logan sort of goes silent and doesnt talk about it, but clears his throat and asks if its okay he stays here, and theres already three people living in this trailer so he feels bad for asking, but remus just pulls him closer and is like "yeah man! of course you can stay!" because obviously hes not going to tell logan no after what he just pulled, so he lets logan stay, and remus and roman bicker for it a bit when logan uses their small ass bathroom to shower, and by the end remus has basically bribed roman into going along with it

and logan has to adjust to not being a wealthy - althought not spoiled - person anymore, and sometimes he reacts to things on instinct. he breaks something and remus comes up behind him and asks what happened and logan just sort of stares straight ahead, rolls up his sleeve, and sticks out his arm, and remus is like  logan?? and it takes logan a few seconds to snap out of it and he sort of gazes at remus, goes wide eyed, and then apologizes as he brings his arm back in and rolls down his sleeve, and he seems really awkward but also quite relieved, and remus has never hurt him before, but it was just sort of that reactive thing, and that happens to be the day where remus decides to ask what those scars are, and asks to finally treat them properly because he hears logans whimpers and hisses in the shower

he and roman have their fair share of scars from their own shitty drunk parent, so they know pretty damn well how to take care of them, and how to steal bandages and shit, so remus helps clean them out and up while logan sort of quietly tells remus all about his life, why the music exam was such a big deal, and how remus basically changed his life, and how hes still confused and doesnt know if he made the right decision, and remus doesnt respond until the end where he bandages up logans arms and then gently grabs his hand and tells logan that hes safe now, and that being surronded by people who only put you down and more so hurt you isnt good, and that he believes logan made the right decision because hes safe here with them (the twins make sure to keep him guarded from the drunk parent) and roman seconds that from his spot on the bed, and so logan tries to put his past behind him and instead focus on playing music with remus, and playing shows at bars and stuff where they slowly gain a larger and larger fan base, and they make more and more money from the awesome music they play, and eventually use that money to buy their own house

i know its a lot, but just imagine. imagine

[rin-chan32]

Let’s go to the sea together chapter 3 preview

\“I’m Bort.”

Cinnabar scoffed as they remembered the name from their simple introduction. Bort? That sounded like a stupid name, but what name wasn’t stupid to them. They let out a small sigh as they left the aquarium, making sure all of their jellyfish accessories were with them before they stopped. The red gem waited for the bus before they hopped on and sat down in the spot with the smallest amount of people. They stayed to themselves, hoping that their appearance alone steered people away. 

Luckily, the entire bus ride home they were alone and left with their phone and their thoughts. They enjoyed their peaceful ride across the city, but it ended once they stopped and had to get off. The moment they stepped off, their stomach sank as they sighed and started to walk on the sidewalk and made their way home. They hoped that they would be at the aquarium as long as they usually do, but it just felt weird staying when someone saw them. Normally people would stay away from them and let them be alone, but the gem decided to talk to them. It was comforting, but odd and didn’t know if they liked it or not. 

The red haired gem frowned once more when they saw Phos’ bird shit covered car still in the parking lot and let out a heavy sigh. “I should’ve stopped somewhere on the way home…” They muttered under their breath before they walked up to their apartment. Cinnabar reached in and grabbed their keys before quietly opening up the door and taking a step inside. Their red eyes surveyed the area and were relieved to find them not lounging on the couch and probably still knocked out in their bed. With a skilled hand, they slid off their sneakers by the door and tipped toed past the littered floors and to their equally dirty room.

As they walked past their roommates room, they stopped and looked into the opened door. Phos was sprawled out on their bed with most of the blankets discarded on the floor, hiding the prosthetics on the ground. They were sleeping peacefully and the sunlight on their face didn’t seem to bother them at all as they snored ever so slightly. Cinnabar almost forgot how much they changed and that they weren’t the same innocent little being they met years ago. Seeing them like this, still having just a pinch of their innocence left, they would have almost forgiven them for the things they said last night.

They frowned and went back to their room, tossing their bag onto the ground before they collapsed into their bed. Their eyes closed as they laid as if they just died before they figured they should do something other than lie there like they normally do. Cinnabar lied in bed, finally deciding that it was time to clean up their room after months of procrastinating. 

The gem sat up, and looked at the sea of messiness that took up the entire room. Dirty clothes discarded on the floor, wrappers, cans, and dishes shoved in their own corner of their room. The floor was hidden in their mess, and their closet was almost bare from their lack of laundry that was being done. The only neat thing - if you can even call it that - was their small collection of jellyfish related items that they got. 

They gave the entire room one last glance before they got up and started to pick up all of the clothes on the floor and piled it into their arms. They didn’t get too far into their cleaning up before they heard the other call their name from the other room. Cinnabar looked at their closed door before they dropped their clothes and opened their door and stood in front of the other’s bedroom. “Yea…?”

They watched the half-asleep gem roll around in their bed before they sat up,” Can you help me…? Look for my prosthetics, I don’t know where I put them.”

“Mhm…” They walked in and moved all of the blankets that were kicked off onto the floor. They grabbed the arm and the leg that was at the foot on the bed and handed it to them. The two collaborated on putting one of the limbs on, which was quite the challenge since one was fully awake and the other was still waking up. Once it was on and they could use it as if nothing was gone, the red gem turned to leave.

“Cinna-” Phos’s raspy voice rang out against the silence of the two, stopping themselves from finishing their nickname. “Cinnabar, can you stay here? For just a little longer?”

They stopped, and hesitated before they turned around and took a step back into the room. “What is it?”

“Listen… I’m sorry for what I said to you last night, I really mean it.” They went quiet as they slumped their shoulders and leaned against the wall behind them. “I… I wasn’t thinking right cause some other shit happened earlier yesterday and… I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

They looked at the guilty looking gem in front of them before they sighed and frowned, “I… I forgive you. Just don’t say anything like that again.”

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Six

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

King Jeon’s room is massive, as is his bed, making him look ever-so-small against the sheets. He sinks into the pillows and the white of the linen makes his face look even more sallow than it no-doubt is. He shifts a little and moves his eyes to follow you when you approach the bedside but otherwise doesn’t react, too weak to do much at all.

He licks his lips and glances up at the healer. “Jin, please show her the wound,” he croaks out. The healer does as he asks, and you suck in a breath when he does. The edges of the skin are angry and red, and instead of beginning to close up like it should, it’s open and leaking viscous pus. Jeon’s hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and you can see his pulse jumping against his skin.

“I’ll heal you, Your Majesty,” you swear, even though your education has hammered into you to never make promises to the patients that you may not be able to keep.

His throat makes a strangled noise, and you realize it’s him laughing. “That’s good to hear.”

Over the next few hours, you and Jin work as a team. You instruct him on how to boil water, how to disinfect thread before giving someone stitches, the works. The excuse that bad spirits hate heat works out well for you, as he suggests sticking the needle over a flame before using it. He’s a slow learner, but very determined to save his king, and come midday, King Jeon has a clean wound, and has drunk plenty of safe-to-drink water and various foods and spices for his immune system. You remain by his side almost constantly, getting Jin and Taehyung to fetch things for you, and most of your time is taken up by swapping out cold compresses on his forehead, talking soothingly to him when whatever you’re doing to his wound is painful.

He falls asleep on you around one thirty, and you let yourself collapse into a delicately embroidered armchair beside the bed, letting your body and mind rest for a few moments. Mumbling fades in and out of your awareness as Hoseok speaks with Taehyung while Yoongi is out helping Jin replenish his ingredient reserves. After a minute or so, Hoseok’s striking figure casts a shadow over you and you look up tiredly.

“I ask that you allow Taehyung to show you around the palace a little should you need to return. I believe His Royal Highness was considering offering you a place under Jin’s tutelage, was he not?”

You smile lazily; the excuse Yoongi brought up to the king felt so long ago now. Even if you were offered a job, you weren’t planning on hanging around. “Sure,” you acquiesce, letting him help you up out of the chair with a strong arm.

Taehyung nods at you and leads you out of the bedroom, showing you the rooms wing by wing of the massive building. A well-stocked kitchen with ruddy-faced women tending stoves and chopping vegetables, a ferociously humid washroom with small children sweating away cleaning all shades and textures of cloth, several vast sitting rooms with barely enough furniture to account for the size, and a few rooms you were shown nothing but the door of, instructed not to go in. Finally, he swung open a thick wooden door on the second floor, not far from King Jeon’s bedroom where you began the tour.

You step inside. It’s another bedroom, rather plain compared to the lavish quarters of the king, but still overt in its luxury. Two large windows frame a four-post bed, and the carpet underfoot is so thick you can feel the bounce through your shoes. “Spare room?” you ask absentmindedly.

The door shuts behind you and you swivel around in confusion. Taehyung’s left the room with you in it. A heavy metal scrape sounds and you gasp and rush forward, jiggling the glass knob to no avail. “I’m sorry,” he calls through, voice muffled. “Hoseok doesn’t want you running off again. The King wasn’t very happy when you saved his life and disappeared before he could thank you. I promise it’s just until he wakes up.”

You slam a fist against the door in anger. “That’s not fair,” you protest, “I have shit to do! I can’t stay here, let me out! He can say thanks to Yoongi and get him to pass it along.”

You hear a dull thud, like Taehyung has rested his head against the other side. “I’m sorry,” he repeats again softly, quiet enough that you lean in to hear. “Hoseok speaks for the King when he’s indisposed, and we all serve the King. I promise I’ll bring you some dinner later, okay? I’ll bring some stew tonight, before the sun sets.”

Tonight. You swear, and hit the door again. “Seriously, Taehyung, you need to let me out! My boyfriend back home, he has a performance and I told him I’d be there.” Your eyes begin to sting, and you press your cheek against the cold wood miserably. “He’s going to be so upset that I didn’t come.”

Taehyung goes quiet for a long time, enough to get your hopes up, then sighs heavily. “I’ll see you tonight, Y/n. Honestly, it’s just until King Jeon awakens.”

You hear his footsteps fade into silence, and slump down into a pile at the base of the door. Trapped in the eighteenth century wasn’t how you imagined your day going, but here you were. You tried the door again; of course, it didn’t work.

With nothing else to do in this near-empty bedroom, you let yourself lie on your back on the bed and stare at the uneven ceiling, feeling sorry for yourself and just maybe shedding a few tears of pity. If only you could even text him to come up with an excuse. He’d still be disappointed but at least he wouldn’t worry like he did last time. But no. You were stuck here until His Royal fucking Highness felt better again.

Time went faster than you were prepared for, and once you had finished moping the room was darker than before. The sun would go down soon, which meant you had been in this godforsaken room for at least five hours. Who knew how long you’d be in here?

You figured you could probably shove Taehyung out of the way and make a run for it when he came to feed you, but perhaps he’d bring guards. And the door was the only way out of…

You sit up suddenly, vision clouding for a moment. The door wasn’t the only way out. You had windows. Rushing over to them, you saw that just beyond the glass was a ledge too wide to be just a ledge, but with no railing to call it a balcony. Perhaps if the window would open, you could sneak around the building until you found another window to break into. People did it in movies all the time, you figured. How hard could it be?

Luckily for you, the window apparently was meant to be opened, as there was an extremely stiff but still moveable latch near the bottom. Thanking your lucky stars Yoongi had given you pants and not a dress today, you hopped out one leg at a time, clutching the edge of the open window for dear life.

Around you, the wind whistled against the face of the palace and flicked your hair over your face. You began shuffling slowly, slowly to the right, spotting a window cracked open slightly further down. Avoiding the temptation to look down was a trial in itself, but while you weren’t naturally scared of heights, slipping around the edge of a building in dusk did make for a more high-stakes situation.

After what felt like hours, taking baby steps sideways and leaning all your weight inwards, you finally grabbed a hold of the open window, tucking your head and shoulders in first and tossing yourself over onto the floor. With a sigh of relief, you notice in the back of your mind that this carpet looks familiar.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

Fuck. You whirl around, only to be greeted with the intimidating sight of a man in nothing but underpants and a robe. The man you had just healed a stab wound for.

“Your Royal Highness,” you breathe, feeling your stomach stir with dread, but nothing more could come to mind to defend yourself. He still had a rather bulky bandage on his side, but being tied down with a single silk ribbon, it left a lot of bare skin for you to run your hungry eyes over. The King of Norhaven was jacked.

A playful smile lit up his face. “How scandalous of you to be sneaking into my bedroom unannounced. If I didn’t know any better, I would assume you were here to kill me.”

You swallow hard and clear your throat. “No, sir. They put me in a room, sir, and locked me in until you were awake so that you could thank me.” He lifts an eyebrow. “Not that I was expecting any thanks, of course,” you hastily add, “it’s actually that I need to leave the palace and return home, but they wouldn’t let me.”

Making no effort to cover himself, the young king approaches you with a curious gaze, finally crouching down in front of you, not showing the slight hint of pain that the motion no doubt caused him. “Well, my kind healer, I’m awake now.”

You blink widely as he leans in closer. “I can see that,” you say, voice naturally dropping into a whisper.

“Should I, then?”

You frown, watching the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Should you what?”

His eyes twinkle with something akin to desire or mirth. A warm palm comes up to cup your cheek softly. “Should I give you my thanks?”

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[antiquechampagne]

Chapter 4 Part 2

MacCready dragged Payne over to a soiled sleeping bag. A few small groups of candles lit the room, throwing long dancing shadows whenever anyone moved.  He gingerly removed the remnants of Payne’s helmet and started to search for her med stash.

“Where the fuck are your chems, lady?” He pulled out ammo, food, junk, a pack of bandages… but nothing really helpful. Payne’s eyes fluttered open and she moaned again. “Seriously?” He pulled his own pack around and started to open it.

Payne was clawing her way back to consciousness, beating back the darkness by sheer will. Pain swelled around her as she slowly tried to open her eyes. The dim light was blinding. She could smell her burned skin. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was still outside. Panic set in. She needed to move, get inside, somewhere safe.

Payne tried to sit up, despite the agony and disorientation caused by her injuries. A firm and gentle hand pushed her back down.

“Don’t. I gotta find a stimpak or something for you. You took a nasty smack on the head and maybe a dose of rads, but you will be okay.” He turn his attention back to his kit. Maybe this is what ghoulification looks like, he thought. Shame, she wasn’t that hard on the eyes.

As room slowly stopped spinning and she could focus her eye, Payne caught a movement across the room that seemed out of place. Using all her remaining mental energy, she fixated on the space that appeared to be wavering, like the shimmering of a mirage in the distance but this was only a few feet away. Even before she fully comprehended what she was seeing, Payne reacted. She jumped up milliseconds before the shotgun fired. Startled, the attacker lowered their gun slightly, hitting MacCready squarely in the shoulder instead of the back of the head. Rushing the nearly invisible figure with an alarming amount of speed, Payne body slamming them into the wall.

The force of the blast pushed MacCready forward, sprawling him like a tossed ragdoll across the floor. Dazed and losing consciousness from rapid blood loss, he rolled over on his back, fingers fumbling for his gun. Before falling into darkness, the sight of Payne, bloodied and burned, violently ripping into the neck of now screaming raider burned itself into his memory.

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MacCready had no idea how much time had passed when he finally woke up again. This time, he was the one laying on the dirty sleeping bag, which was now sticky with old blood. His shoulder pulsed in pain with each movement. Reaching over with his good left hand he lightly touched the tight bandage, was also wet.  Payne was sitting on a box by the door facing away, her ear pressed against the door.

“Payne…” MacCready said weakly. Payne put a finger to her lips. She had put on wide road goggles, hiding a lot of her face. MacCready noticed that what he did see looked remarkably unblemished. Payne reached down, picked up a simple sack hood and placed it over her head. She silently moved to MacCready’s side.

“Do you think you can stand?” MacCready nodded. “Listen.” She helped him to his feet, his head swimming. She helped him moved him close to the door. Listening through the door, he heard horrid slurping noises and ruckus unnaturally deep voices.

Super mutants. Giant deadly green skinned mutants with a passion for murder and dismemberment.

They must have moved in while he was out and took advantage of a free dinner. Another sound reached MacCready’s ears. He could hear it moving closer. The sound quickly became clear; a very distinctive repetitive beeping of an armed mini nuke. MacCready’s eyes said it all. There was a super mutant suicider right outside, gorging itself.  The only thing that kept them hidden was a flimsy door. They were boxed in. MacCready’s knees started to give out, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the trauma of his shoulder or the realization that they were sitting ducks. Payne caught him. While she gently helped him to a broken chair away from the door, passing the motionless body of the raider that had shot him, his head and shoulders hastily covered by garbage.

“I have plan.” Payne whispered. “But you have to trust me. I had to use all of the stimpaks to keep you from bleeding out and you are barely stable as it is. We need to get you back to Goodneighbor as quickly as possible.” They both knew it was too dangerous to stay put. The super mutants could just as easily decide to break down the door to see if there was anything tasty inside or set up shop outside, leaving them to starve. Payne dug a few things out of her pockets. “I found a few chems while I was taking care of you.” Her voice took on a sheepish tone “Some were donated…” She nodded her head towards the body on the floor. Med-X. Jet. Rad-X.

“Even tweaked out of our minds, we still don’t stand a chance against those things.” Protested MacCready.

Payne tented her fingers. “Hear me out… there is a small space in between the boards of one of the windows, enough to slip a hunting barrel through. If I can make it a bit bigger, I think I can get a bead on the suicider. We unlock the door, you shoot up, I shoot….” MacCready looked at her incredulously “and we run.”

“YOU….” MacCready stopped and composed himself, trying to stay as quiet as he could while still expressing his outrage. “You want me to run through a fucking mushroom cloud? In a super mutant nest? When I can’t even raise my gun? And higher than a fucking kite? Are you out of your god damn mind?” He could see black spots float in front of his eyes. He was a little closer to passing out than he liked.

“I’ll… help carry you.” MacCready balked again. “Hey, I’m stronger than I look.” He was still shaking his head in disbelief. “If you have any better ideas, I’m all ears.” MacCready looked at the pharmaceutical shelf sitting in his lap. None of the options seemed all that great at this point.

“What about you?”

Payne shook her head. “I don’t need them as much as you will.”

MacCready sighed “I can’t believe I am even considering this.”

“We can starve to death. That might be better than being eaten by super mutants. Or I can put a bullet in your head, since you might not be able to manage that on your own.”

“Fuck off.”

“Again, tell me you have something better.” An awkward silence hung in the air. MacCready shook his head.

Payne helped him back to the box by the door then took up a position at a boarded up window. She rolled her eyes. The hole she had eyeballed was just a bit too small. She would have to make it bigger without alerting the mutants. Luckily, as small scuffle erupted over the final scraps of the raiders. Payne used it to cover the noise of her breaking off some wood around the opening she needed. Placing her barrel in, they waited.

While they waited in silence, MacCready’s mind wandered. He thought the glimpse he had of Payne’s now flawless face. How she appeared to be in perfect command of her faculties even after taking a super sledge to her head. He remember the violent feverlike dream of her attacking the raider. None of this sat well with him. It stewed and festered in the still air.

Payne watched patiently. The goggles under the mask were uncomfortable and obscured her view. Sweat started to drip down her forehead as the day ticked away. As the sun started to set the super mutants started to bed down and she saw her opportunity.

Payne nodded to MacCready. Carefully he reached over and unlocked the door. The bolt slid out with an audible click. They both held their breath. Payne scanned the super mutants for any hint of alarm. She nodded again.  MacCready’s lungs burned as he huffed deeply from the inhaler as he plunged the other chems in tandem into this thigh. Time seemed to slow to a crawl around him as the poisons coursed through his veins.

Payne took her shot. The reclining giant had no time to react as miniature nuke strapped to his forearm exploded with blinding force. MacCready watched Payne drop her weapon as she ran over to him, looping his good arm around her neck and ran through the opening door. MacCready almost felt like he was being shuttled through a painting, the blast blossoming around them throwing shrapnel and body parts through the unnaturally still air, fiery tails tracing graceful arcs.  Heat washed over their bodies, but the pain seemed to be far away, almost like someone else was experiencing it.

Payne kept running, dragging MacCready along, and didn’t stop until she nearly collapsed on Goodneighbors steel door. Her chest heaving, she clumsily fumbled for the latch.  

Stumbling inside she managed to utter “Help.” And “Hancock” between retching gasps. She nearly dropped MacCready before a pair of startled watchmen gingerly took him from her. Hancock appeared, running from the Old State House, followed by Fahrenheit.

“What the fuck happened?” He demanded. Doubled over and struggling for breath, Payne couldn’t manage any answers. He turned to MacCready.

“We took out most of the raiders, but one bashed her in the head with a sledge, no super sledge.” MacCready’s words spilled out in a feverous pace. Hancock looked quizzically at Payne. “I got her inside, but there was another raider hiding inside…”

“Stealth boy…” sputtered Payne.

“He shot me in the shoulder… then…” MacCready’s tone turned dark. “What the fuck did you do to him? How are you even walking around?” He pointed a finger at her.

“I saved your god damn life, that’s whats what I did!” She was finally starting to recover.

“Then with those super mutants, what kind of screwed up plan was that?” He turned back to Hancock. “She popped the nuke on the suicide, filled me full of chems and RAN THROUGH A FUCKING NUKE BLAST LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!”

“You’re in shock. Get to the doctor.” Payne dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

“You are so full of shit, Payne. Who doesn’t carry any stimpaks on them? What the fuck are you?”

“Hey, Buddy, let’s get you to Dr. Amari.” Hancock intervened “We’ll figure this out later.” He motioned to the watchmen.

As they turned to lead him up the street, MacCready, still fueled by the drugs pumping through him, threw them off. Rushing Payne, he shot his good arm out, grabbing at her hood. Still winded, Payne backed up slowly. MacCready’s index finger caught on her eye hole, ripping a gaping hole in the musty fabric. Out of instinct, Payne covered her face with one hand and struck MacCready full force in the face with the other. He dropped hard on the cobblestones like a sack of tatos.

Payne recoiled. Hancock had his blade pointed at her throat.

His voice was as cold as steel. “Get inside. Try anything funny, and you are going to regret it.” Payne put her free hand up in a feeble surrender. She looked down again at MacCready. His bandages were starting to bloom with bright red again.”

“He’s bleeding.”

Hancock made flicked his blade towards the Old State House. “Stay put until I can get your side of the story.” Payne started up the steps, followed closely by Fahrenheit, her finger not far from the trigger of her minigun.

[raindrops-on-the-roof]

Tenshi

Hey everyone! This is just the first chapter of a fanfiction I’m writing for miraculous! It, as well as the second and third chapters, are avaliable under the name “Tenshi”. Please give it a read if you want to!

Summary: In which Nino is smart and everyone else is just slow.

“Pay attention! Open your eyes!” Nino yelled, wanting to slap him and hug him at the same time. “She’s literally right there? How are you so blind? What is this?”

Also, how does Gabriel Agreste know so much? “Nathalie, find me all of this girl’s friends.” Nathalie frowned at him. “Sir, that could take a while -”

“Do it!”

Adrien doesn’t understand. In general. “Why do you keep bringing this up? It was just a cat pun!” He hoped Nino didn’t notice how sweaty he was.

Alya is somehow, surprisingly, miraculously, as clueless as ever. “What are you saying, Nino? That they- ” She waved an arm vaguely in their direction, her eyes dead on him - “are meant to be Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

Tikki is tired, in every way that a parent dealing with an overdramatic teenager is. “MARINETTE! I have been patient with you, but this is as far as your stupidity goes!”

And Marinette is just… normal. “I… uh…” She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. He glared at her. “I’m sorry.”

Let’s see if I can make this work.

Look who’s back, back again with more shit lmao

So this stems off the end of the “Miraculous Ladybug Episode - My Birthday Party | Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir” thing on Youtube. Don’t get excited, it’s not actually a new episode, but you should totally check it out anyway.

Anyways, enjoy

Tenshi

“I can’t wait till Saturday!”

Marinette closed her diary and placed it back in its handmade container before setting the trap. Tikki, her kwami, flew up from her purse as she stood back and took a deep breath.

“What did you write about this time, Marinette?” Tikki chirped, whizzing to look her in the eye.

She smiled at her friend. “Oh, Tikki, I wrote about my birthday! Mum said I could have friends over, remember? Of course, I’ll invite Alya, I mean that’s obvious, and Rose and Juleka, and maybe Ivan and Myléne because of course Myléne will come if Ivan does and– “

“Wait!” Tikki interrupted, waving her hands in an attempt to slow her rambling. Marinette, however, continued.

“–Oh, my gosh, what if Adrien comes! Imagine that, Tikki!” She grabbed Tikki and shook her a little while the kwami sighed, knowing she’d lost her. “I’ll need to plan it for when there’s a break in his schedule!”

Marinette frantically pulled down her (incredibly) detailed Adrien timetable to check that his Saturday was free. She scanned the days leading up to it. “Okay, Tikki!” She cried, excited. “Today is Tuesday!” She whapped the sheet with a cane. “So obviously today is his first of two– “She stuck two fingers in the air for emphasis– “free days of the week, the other being Thursday.”

Tikki nodded absentmindedly, trying to look as though she was paying attention. Honestly, by now, she was used to Marinette’s rants about Adrien, as she had watched the bluenette’s feelings go from disgust to curiosity to full-blown obsession.

Honestly, Tikki was starting to get worried about it, not that she’d ever tell the girl that.

Obsession with anything was never healthy, and looking around Marinette’s bedroom, Tikki could see the evidence of hers. Posters, doodles, little notes, and the most obvious thing; the schedule. She didn’t know and didn’t want to know how Marinette managed to get her hands on that information.

Zoning back into the conversation, Tikki noticed that Marinette was nearing the end of a rant about what days Adrien was free, noting that she had been talking for about five minutes.

“Marinette!” Tikki interrupted, sounding scolding. “What is the point?”

Marinette looked at Tikki as if she had two heads. “My point is… ah…” She waved her cane about as she thought. “… What were we talking about again?”

Tikki shook her head in exasperation. “Can Adrien come to your party this Saturday?”

Marinette’s eyes darted to the schedule before nodding her head in happy affirmation. “Yes! He can!” She started dancing around her room in excitement.

Tikki giggled at her antics, stopping suddenly when Marinette’s face grew horrified. “Marinette? What is it?”

She collapsed on her bed dramatically. “Oh, Tikki, what am I going to wear? What is he going to wear? What if he wears some super stylish awesome clothes his dad designed specifically for the party? What if I wear something gross and disgusting and he thinks it looks awful? I think I’d just about die from embarrassment!” Marinette groaned from her position face down on the bed. “What am I going to do?”

Tikki, well versed in the ways of the teenaged mind, was the voice of reason. “Marinette, you haven’t even asked him yet.”

Marinette looked up at Tikki, looking yet more horrified. “Oh my gosh, Tikki, how am I going to ask him?” She started groaning into her duvet again.

Tikki had to stop this before she got the ball rolling once again. “Won’t Nino help you? He’s been quite kind in the past, and now that he and Alya are… something, you would be able to catch him alone.”

Marinette looked up at Tikki again, but with a completely different expression. “Tikki, you’re a genius! I’ll call Alya right now!”

Tikki rubbed her temples. “Don’t you think you should make a list of the people you want to invite?”

“Ah, yes, more amazingly amazing good ideas from Tikki!”

Marinette tore a piece of paper from her ideas book before scribbling the names down, tapping her pen on the table occasionally before writing something, or crossing something out, before showing Tikki her list. “Tada! I decided on Alya, Rose, Juleka, Ivan, Myléne, Kim, Max and Alix! Of course, Nino and Adrien are there too.” She pointed to their names as she said them.

Tikki noticed but didn’t comment on the hearts drawn around Adrien’s name, nor the fact the Chloé Bourgeois and Sabrina Raincomprix’s names were crossed out. Instead, she was supportive. “That sounds great, Marinette! Now you can call Alya!”

Marinette nodded happily before picking up her phone and dialling Alya’s number in record time.

“Hey, girl! What’s going on?”

“Just a whole lot of planning, actually! Are you busy?”

“Uh, Marinette, have you seen the time?” Alya sounded like she was trying not to laugh.

It was 8:10 pm on a Tuesday night. Marinette had not started her homework.

“Oh no! ThankyousomuchAlyaI’lltalktoyousoonbye!” Marinette slammed her phone down on her bed and ripped her homework out of her bag. She had to get started if she wanted a decent night’s sleep.

Tikki giggled again, feeling happy albeit guilty for forgetting about her work. “Well, the quicker you finish the work, the quicker we can go back to planning.”

“Right!”

ひらがな！

愛していますよ！

Unfortunately, Marinette did not finish her homework until 11 pm that night and by then was exhausted and practically flew into her bed without changing or taking out her hair. Tikki, though exhausted herself, took a little bit longer.

Staring at Marinette’s sleeping form, the kwami sighed. The girl’s naivety was really starting to worry her along with her obsession and Tikki worried that, when faced with a difficult decision, her Ladybug would fall.

She shook her head. She knew better than to dwell on such things. Everything would work out.

Tikki floated slowly over beside Marinette and pulled out her pigtails slowly, trying not to wake her. One day she’d be faced with something bigger than her, and Tikki knew that Marinette could not fail her. Wayzz’s master had not been wrong about a ladybug in thousands of years. Everything would be okay.

She hoped.

奇跡的

よかたですよ

The next day, Marinette (of course) woke up late for school. She sprinted down the stairs with Tikki in her purse and quickly kissed her both her parents goodbye before tripping over her feet and falling face first through the door onto the pavement outside. Tikki stifled a giggle but stayed hidden as Alya ran up from the side.

“Again, Marinette?” Alya helped her up before dusting her off. “Hurry, we’re gonna be late!”

Marinette started laughing before grabbing her hand and pulling her along. “I need to talk to you!”

“Can it wait? Madame Mendeleiev is going to slaughter us!” Alya cried, starting to pant.

They rounded the corner to the school.

Marinette hesitated. “Well… Yes, of course, it can!” They both jumped up the stairs, taking two at a time before getting into the building.

“Wait.” Alya stuck an arm out to stop Marinette bursting into the class. “We need to fix ourselves up and enter gracefully.”

Marinette looked at Alya. Her hair was windswept and her glasses were askew. Marinette knew she probably looked similar. “Right!”

Tikki, feeling a bit battered, shook her head in Marinette’s purse, feeling a little discombobulated. Peeking out, she watched them fix each other up before they swept into class. Luckily, they were only a few minutes late and Madame Mendeleiev only told them to take their seats.

As soon as Marinette stepped into the classroom, Tikki could feel Plagg. It wasn’t something she could stop, and of course, she was used to it. She had a small idea of who had the ring, as Adrien had not yet been akumatised; however, it was not unheard of for a miraculous holder to become an akuma, and a regular civilian could easily avoid akumatisation with the ability to control their emotions.

Besides, Chat Noirs in the past had never been that lucky.

Tikki decided to take a nap. It would be a few hours before anything interesting happened, anyway.

奇跡的

よかたですよ

She woke up to the sound of Marinette’s frantic whispering to Alya.

“But Alya, how do you think he’ll react to my invitation? Do you think he’ll hate it? Oh my God, he will, won’t he?” She groaned. “This is the end of my life!”

Tikki could picture the pity smile on Alya’s beautiful face.

“Girl, you know he won’t.” She said, sounding like she was trying not to laugh. “Besides, you have to actually ask him first.”

“I know, I know…” Marinette stared at the blond mop in front of her, who seemed to be lost in thought.

Alya hesitated before touching her arm gently. “You know, Marinette… Do you think you’ll actually be able to ask him?”

Tikki hoped she remembered her suggestion. Luckily, that was the case.

“I was going to ask Nino for help!” Alya’s smile turned forced. Marinette noticed immediately. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing!” Alya tried to convince Marinette, who looked more worried by the second. “It’s just… I mean… Will you need me there?”

Marinette suddenly forgot all about the party. “Alya, is there something wrong between you and Nino? You seemed so close before…”

Alya pursed her lips. She didn’t want to talk about this, not now, not when he was right there and breathing and being perfect for her if she wasn’t so-

“Alya?” She immediately plastered on a smile. Marinette looked extremely concerned, remembering the way their personalities clicked so well while they were locked in the cage.

Alya couldn’t tell her, the words drowning her lungs, blocking her throat, stilling her tongue. “No, girl, don’t worry about me! I’ll totally have your back.”

Marinette smiled and thanked her, but Alya could tell this wasn’t the end of the conversation, and Marinette knew that she would have to seek out Nino herself. She couldn’t ask Alya for help after that reaction.

The bell rang, startling the two, and apparently Adrien, who fell out of his chair in front of her. Alya snorted and Nino burst out laughing.

“You right there, dude? Your head was totally in the clouds the entire class,” Nino said through his laughter. Alya was trying to hide her giggling, and Marinette was trying to find something to do with her hands.

Adrien rolled his eyes at Nino and sent Alya a look before grinning at Marinette. “At least you’re polite enough not to laugh.”

Marinette could feel her knees weaken at the way his eyes shined when he smiled and was suddenly speaking. “Ah! Yes! You are very nice! … I mean me! I am very nice! Marinette! That is me!” Smooth.

Adrien looked confused while Alya’s quiet giggling turned into full-blown laughter, struggling for air with tears in her eyes. Nino winced a bit while Adrien’s face went from confused to amused, saying “Thanks, I think?” before picking up his bag and walking out of the classroom for lunch.

Marinette put her head in her hands as soon as he left. Alya, finally calming down now, wiped away a tear of mirth before patting her on the back. “Come on girl, that wasn’t as bad as last week.”

Marinette groaned while that sent Nino into more laughter. “Oh man, that was great! You were… Um…” Alya’s glare cut him off and he quickly made himself scarce.

She sighed and patted Marinette on the back while the girl in question took some deep breaths. Finally, she stood up. “Let’s go. Did you see where Nino went?”

Alya smiled sheepishly. “No, sorry.” She glanced at the ceiling. “It’s Thursday, right? I don’t think he’d go home today, he has physics after lunch. He’s probably in the library.”

Marinette lifted her chin determinedly and strutted out of the room, her show of false bravado prompting Alya to join her as they walked towards the library. Alya was a little suspicious of her confidence but supposed that talking to Nino about Adrien wasn’t as nerve-wracking as talking to the boy in question was.

At least, for Marinette.

Alya was shaken out of her thoughts as Marinette stopped at the entrance to the library. She took a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open.

The Collège Françoise Dupont library was the pride and joy of the school. With the 500 hardwood shelves stacked with books and papers of all subjects, it was not unheard of for the students of universities and other colleges around Paris to join the usual students in the library.

However, a big library meant it took Marinette over half of lunch to find Nino, with Alya getting steadily more restless.

Alya was struggling to think of an excuse to run, finding herself unable to come up with a reason to avoid seeing him. She could not see him, not outside of having to, she couldn’t -

“Nino! Finally,” Marinette cried, getting a withering look from a nearby student. “We’ve spent almost all of our break trying to find you,” she said, quieter.

Nino, who had glanced up at the shout, frowned in confusion. “We?”

Marinette pursed her lips and reached behind her, dragging Alya to stand beside her with surprisingly strong arms, Nino noticed. “Alya and I.”

Nino looked shocked for a split second before smoothing it over with a kind smile at Marinette. “Well, what can I help you with?”

“I… um…” Alya elbowed her in the side. Tikki was wide awake.

Nino waited patiently, knowing she’d get through her hesitations. She had only been hesitant around her when she wanted to know something about Adrien - that is until she asked.

Marinette sat down next to Nino, before turning her chair to sit right in front of him and leaning forward. “IwantAdrientocometomyparty!” Marinette whisper-shouted into his ear. Alya rolled her eyes and Nino smiling fondly. “You, uh, wanna repeat that?”

Marinette took a deep breath before staring Nino dead in the eyes. “I want Adrien to come to my party, it’s on Saturday at.. I don’t know where yet, the park? And it’d be really cool if he could come! What if he bought me a present! Oh my goodness, I -”

“Woah, woah, Marinette,” Nino said, holding his hands up to stop her ranting. “What do you want me to do about this?”

Marinette paused her ranting before saying, “Well, of course, I want you to ask him for me,”

Nino considered her carefully, weighing the pros and cons. Of course, the cons were obvious: Adrien probably wouldn’t be allowed to go, therefore making Marinette worry about why he didn’t come, he hated her, etc. But if he was allowed…

Well, that could open whole new doors to their relationship. Of course, he and Alya (separately) could con them together.

Alya…

No, he wouldn’t think anything more of it. He would ask him, for Marinette’s sake.

He leaned forward and stared her straight in the face, mimicking her perfectly. “Marinette, for your sake, I will…” He trailed off, his eyes having found their way to her earrings - red with black spots.

“You will? Thank you!” She flung forward to hug him, almost shoving him off his chair.

“No problem,” He muttered, wrapping his arms around her. Still, his mind focused on her ladybug-spotted earrings. He never knew she was a fan…

Effectively ripping his attention back to reality, Marinette let go and stood up quickly. “Wait, Marinette,” He called as she was about to leave. “He might not be allowed to go because of his father. Please don’t get your hopes up too high.”

Marinette nodded sharply, still beaming, and Nino knew that his words hadn’t quite gotten through to her.

Still, he would ask. He knew that Adrien would probably like to go, but if his dad said no, he wouldn’t push it. Nino had to change that.

Watching the girls leave, Nino stood up too. He had work to do.

奇跡的

よかたですよ

Adrien took a deep breath of fresh air before walking down the well-polished stairs of Collège Françoise Dupont. His day, as was usual, had been rather unlucky, and his brand new shirt was sporting the evidence: a rather large splatter of tomato sauce dead in the centre. His dad wouldn’t be pleased.

Shaking his head, he was about to get into his car when -

“Yo! Adrien! Wait a sec, dude!” Adrien smiled apologetically at the Gorilla before turning to see Nino quickly descending the stairs, his arm outstretched. “I need to ask you something.”

Adrien grinned. “Sure. What’s up?”

Nino sighed. “It’s Marinette. She wants you to come to her birthday party.” He stared at the ground. “I tried to tell her that you probably wouldn’t be allowed, but she didn’t listen -”

“Woah,” Adrien said, putting his hand on Nino’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ll ask my Dad.”

Nino ran a hand over his face. “Yeah, I know you will, and he’ll say no, just like he always does. You always have the worst luck with these things.”

Adrien smirked, and Nino knew the pun was coming before he even said anything. “Like a black cat, huh?”

Nino froze. Not what he expected. “Um, what?”

Adrien shook his head, still with a grin on his face. “Inside joke.”

Nino stared for a little longer than was polite, making Adrien clear his throat uncomfortably. “Uh, so, I’ll ask my Dad and see how it goes, alright?”

Nino cleared his throat. “Yeah, sure. Hey, you know what this means, right?”

Adrien rolled his eyes before they found the top of the stairs. “This again? Nino, you’d have to be crazy if you think she’d like me.” Nino took the opportunity to search out the silver ring on his finger.

“T-trust me, bro. She totally has the hots for you.” The ring had the outline of six dots - five smaller, one large.

Adrien shook his head before a grunt from his bodyguard made him wince. “Sorry, Nino, I really have to get going, or I’ll be late for practice.”

Nino stared blankly at the black limousine as it sped away, comparing Adrien’s appearance and behaviour to that of Paris’s beloved black cat. Finding too many similarities for it to be considered normal, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, wishing he’d never noticed.

Okay you guys but don’t expect a legit schedule from me I wrote this in like two weeks around school okay thanks bye

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I Have Some Regrets

Sickdays 3, Day 6: I Have Some Regrets

Fandom: My (@lickstynine’s) OCs

Characters: Minato and Kazu

T/W: self-harm

Minato was sitting on the couch, holding a spoon and a half-empty gallon of ice cream. He sniffled quietly, shoving another spoonful in his mouth as the sappy romance on TV rambled on. Ever since he’d returned home from the hospital, he’d been miserable. Kazu had cleared all the flour, sugar, and other related ingredients out of the house, so Min couldn’t bake even if he tried.

Instead, he’d spent the past week stress-eating and crying on and off. He’d managed to make himself sick overeating sweets three times already, and he’d been spending ridiculous amounts of money buying more treats every day. Right now, he had ice cream in his lap, and a big bag of sandwich cookies sitting next to him. They were delicious, but it wasn’t the same as eating stuff he’d baked himself. It lacked a certain satisfaction and level of craftsmanship.

He felt lonely. Kazu had gone out running ‘errands’ earlier. Min knew it wasn’t anything good, or legal, because his husband had left the car behind. Kazu only went out on foot if he didn’t want his car to be recognized. Worried about what his husband might be up to, and stressed about being deprived of his favourite hobby, Minato looked longingly into the kitchen. Mischievous thoughts started to stir in his head.

One batch of cupcakes couldn’t do any harm, right?

If I finish before Kazu-chan gets back, he never has to know.

I bet if I hurry, nobody would ever be the wiser.

Hopping to his feet, Minato slipped on his shoes and grabbed the car keys. He crept into the garage and climbed into the car, scooting up the seat about a mile since Kazu had been driving it last. Once his tiny legs could actually reach the pedals, he started the car, adjusted the mirrors, and hurried off to the store.

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Butter. The routine trip around the store was muscle memory, grabbing all the usual ingredients second nature. Minato felt so much more relaxed embracing his old habits. Maybe this was how he could stay sane. Sneaking in a baking day every now and then when Kazu wasn’t home. Doing it once in a while wouldn’t hurt anything.

Once he’d bought all his ingredients, Minato hurried back out to the car. He was bouncing in his seat with excitement the whole drive home, and quickly ran inside to preheat the oven and start mixing batter. As soon as he opened the bag of flour, he had to pause and stifle a cough. No big deal, he told himself. It’s just cause the powder gets everywhere when you first open it.

Two and a quarter cups of sugar, two cups of butter, a teaspoon of vanilla, and a coughing fit. Sift together a cup and three-quarters of flour, a teaspoon of baking soda, and a pinch of salt, and a pause to try and calm the stitch in his chest. Slowly pour the flour mixture into the creamed butter and sugar, stirring constantly, and pause again because he’s coughing even harder now.

Minato ended up setting down his spoon, abandoning his half-mixed batter to lean against the counter and fight for breath. Maybe this hadn’t been his best idea. He coughed again, grimacing at the tightness in his chest. Trying and failing to draw a deep breath, he sunk to his knees, now panicking a little.

He reached in his pocket, hoping to find his cell phone so he could text Kazu for help. To his dismay, he realized it was sitting on the arm of the couch, still left there from when he’d been moping and watching TV. He was feeling lightheaded, but tried to get up and get the phone anyway. All that that accomplished was him collapsing back to the floor, this time smacking his forehead on the counter on the way down.

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When Kazu walked in the front door, he was sore, tired, and hoping to spend the rest of his evening drinking in peace. When he walked in, he was surprised to not see Minato on the couch; that had been his tiny husband’s new home since he was banned from baking. Whatever, Kazu thought, he probably just went to bed early. Minato was an early sleeper and an early riser, much the opposite of his husband. On bad days, Min would wake up before Kazu even went to bed.

Yawning and kicking off his shoes, Kazu walked into the kitchen, hoping there was still vodka in the fridge. He couldn’t remember if he’d drank it all the night before. His jaw nearly smacked into the floor when he walked in and saw Minato sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

��Shit! Babe…” Kazu hastily scooped the tiny blond off the floor, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the blood dripping down Min’s forehead. He didn’t need to ask what had happened; Minato’s hands were covered in flour, and a bowl of cake batter was sitting on the counter. Kazu sighed, struggling to keep his calm as he carried his husband to the car. Back to the emergency room they went.

The receptionist, the same bored middle-aged lady from last time, sighed deeply as they walked in the door. “You again? What happened now?”

“Just gimme the papers, bitch.” Kazu had even less patience for her than last time, snatching the paperwork up to fill out as quickly as possible.

Luckily for him, the emergency room was much less busy than last time, and before long, a familiar voice called out, “Mr. Kurosawa?”

Kazu hopped up and hurried over to the doctor. “Hey doc, long time no see.” His sarcastic tone barely hid the stress tearing him apart.

“Did his symptoms not relax after you got everything out of the house?” The doctor asked as they walked back to an examination room.

“No, it ain’t that…” Kazu grumbled, “He was bakin’ while I wasn’t home…”

The doctor sighed deeply. “I told you, he cannot bake anymore. It’s not saf -”

“I fuckin’ know that, man! I wouldn’t’a let him do it if I’d been home!” The lanky giant was way too freaked out to be patient with the doctor.

“Okay, okay. Just… relax. I’ll take care of it.” The doctor had Minato placed in a hospital bed, quickly going to work checking his vitals and cleaning the blood off of him. “I promise, we’ve got everything under control, Mr… Yokota, right?”

“Mmhm…” Kazu nodded slightly. He dropped into a nearby chair, reaching into his jacket to grab a flask, since he knew he’d get kicked out for smoking in the room.

The doctor briefly glanced at Kazu, slightly impressed that the dark-haired hellion had somehow managed to get even trashier since they last met.

Kazu drained the flask in one go, putting it back in his pocket and wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He took a shaky breath, troubling thoughts rattling around in his head. Can I not trust Minato to be home alone? What do I do if I have to go out? What if the reaction was worse this time? What if Minato takes longer to recover? Or never fully recovers? Or doesn’t recover at all? How hard did he hit his head? Could it have already been too late when I found him?

He could feel his breaths faltering, and his throat tightened as his heart started to race. He wasn’t sure if he could keep dealing with this much stress. He stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to remember if he’d taken everything out when he got home. Thank god, he hadn’t. There was still a wickedly long knife in one pocket, and a lighter and cigarettes in the other. Mumbling something about stopping by the cafeteria, he practically bolted out of the room, making a beeline for the same shady back exit he’d hidden outside before.Hands shaking, Kazu pulled off his jacket, glancing at the half-healed cuts covering his arms. Without hesitation, he dug his knife out of his pocket, unfolding it with a soft sigh.

The back parking lot was completely empty and eerily quiet, the only noise being the subtle sshk of metal slicing flesh. Every so often, the knife would switch hands, Kazu’s deft ambidexterity wreaking havoc equally on both arms. With every cut, he could feel his heartbeat steadying, the pain numbing his mind to all the horrible thoughts tormenting him.

He kept going even once his mind had settled some, drawing the blade over barley-sealed wounds from last time and slicing through old scars just the same. He didn’t stop until his knife hit resistance. He looked down as it make a chk noise, blinking in dull surprise as he realized the blade had hit bone. By now, blood was pouring down his arms and into his lap; these cuts were deep, and judging by the difficulty he was having moving his left hand, he was pretty sure he’d nicked a tendon in his wrist. Thank fuck that wasn’t his drawing hand.

Kazu was drained, both mentally and physically. He could feel his strength fading as blood continued to cascade onto his lap and the pavement around him. The last thing he wanted was to move at all, much less stand up and walk, but the voices in his head were starting to return.

You abandoned Minato. Again. He’s sick, and he’s hurt, and you left him alone in a strange place. When he wakes up, no, IF he wakes up, he’ll be alone, and he’ll be miserable, and he’ll know you abandoned him. You left because you were too fucking weak to take care of him. You had to go hide like a little bitch, instead of taking care of your husband. What a piece of shit. Maybe it’s a good thing you left Minato. He doesn’t need you. He deserves better. He -

“Okay, I get it, shut UP!” Kazu’s voice cracked as he screamed at no one. Tears dripped down his face as he forced himself to his feet. He teetered, having lost a good bit of blood by now, but managed to drag himself back in the hospital door. “I’m going. I’m going. I’ll take care of him…” He mumbled under his breath, “I won’t abandon him. I can’t.”

He was quite the sight by now - a disheveled, dark-haired giant, shaking from nerves and misery, deranged desperation in his eerily pale eyes. Tears poured down his cheeks, and blood down his arms, and he nearly gave a passing nurse a heart attack as he shoved her out of the way to get where he was going. The poor girl looked like she’d just been dumped headfirst into a horror movie, scampering off to get someone of higher authority to deal with the demon in the hallway.

The doctor walked back into Minato’s hospital room to check on him around midnight. To his shock and confusion, the pristine white cubicle now looked like a scene from a slasher film. Blood was covering the floor and most of the furniture, and it didn’t take the doctor long at all to find the source. Draped across the hospital bed, like he’d collapsed while standing next to it, was a very pale and cut-up Kazu. Cursing under his breath, the doctor hastily called in a few nurses to help him deal with the lanky disaster bleeding out on his patient.

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The first thing Kazu registered when he woke up was the pain in his arms - it didn’t feel right. He was used to the ache of self-inflicted cuts, but this was different. There was tension, like the edges of the wounds were pulled together, there was gauze, like they had been bandaged up, and there was… a needle in his arm? That wasn’t a sensation he had felt in a long time, and he definitely wasn’t used to waking up like that. As he scanned his surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital bed. The needle in his arm was actually only a tube carrying saline, an attempt to rehydrate him after having lost so much blood.

Not giving a single shit about hospital procedure, or his own well-being for that matter, Kazu yanked the IV out of his arm and stood up. The sudden change in position caused his vision to go black for a second, and he stumbled backwards, falling onto his ass on the bed.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” He groaned, giving his body a minute to adjust before he bothered trying to stand up again. His head was spinning, his body was aching, and there was a familiar sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He needed a drink. More importantly, though, he needed to find Minato.

First order of business, get dressed. His bloody jeans and t-shirt weren’t ideal, but he was far too tall for a skimpy hospital gown, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the breeze he was currently feeling on his balls. Luckily, his clothes were sitting, neatly folded, on one of the chairs. It took a bit of struggling to get them on, since his left hand was only about half as useful as normal, but it happened eventually.

Stumbling into the hallway, Kazu scanned the room number on his door. 237. That would mean Minato was down the hall to the… left. He glanced into every room as he went, too paranoid to let anyone in the vicinity go unobserved. There was, of course, nothing odd to see besides Kazu himself, and he made it to Minato’s room without event. The tiny blond was sitting up in bed, currently checking to see if the hospital had any Pokéstops.

“Hey, babe.” Kazu’s voice was so hoarse it almost hurt to hear. “How ya feelin’?”

Minato immediately looked up from his phone, his face glowing with a huge smile. “Kazu-chan!” He held out his arms for a hug, looking extra tiny with just a thin hospital gown instead of his typical bulky sweater.

Kazu sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around Minato and carefully pulling the tiny blond into his lap. Minato buried his face in the crook of his husband’s neck, cozy and content. After his initial wave of happiness dissipated, however, he noticed the bandages on Kazu’s arms and the blood-soaked clothes.

“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Min’s eyes were wide with horror as he looked over Kazu’s battered form.

The dark-haired man shook his head dismissively. “S’nothin’. ‘M fine, babe.” He kissed the top of Minato’s head and changed the subject to distract his tiny husband. “How ‘bout you? How’re ya doin’?”

“I’m feeling a little better…” Minato mused. “My oxygen levels still aren’t where the doctor wants them, though… He wants to keep me another night to be safe.”

Kazu sighed but nodded. “Makes sense. Ya learned your lesson ‘bout bakin’ now?”

Minato pouted, “Yes…” He was truly crestfallen that his secret cupcake plan had fallen through so spectacularly. He suddenly paused, making a confused face at the strange sensation on his forehead. It took quite a bit of experimental face movement before he realized the bandage on his forehead was scrunching up when he furrowed his brows. “That feels so weird…”

“You’re weird.” Kazu chuckled, giving Min’s hair a gentle ruffle.

Minato huffed indignantly but smiled in response, cozying up against Kazu with a yawn. “Mm… you’re warm.”

“Yeah, I know. Get some more rest, babe. Ya need it.”

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It ended up being two days later when Minato was finally released from the hospital. Kazu had stayed with him the whole time, minus a trip to the liquor store, and the lanky troublemaker was clearly glad to be outside of the restrictive, sterile walls of the hospital. On the way home, after much begging, they ended up stopping at a grocery store, where Minato piled the cart high with cakes, cookies, and candy. Kazu grimaced at the price when they finally checked out, but he didn’t dare tell Minato to put anything back - the poor thing had been through enough, it would be cruel and unnecessary to deprive him of his sweets.

The next few weeks were spent much as most of the previous week had been. Minato sitting on the couch, crying at sappy romances and eating ridiculous amounts of sweets. He had managed to make himself sick once or twice more, but Kazu hadn’t given him shit for it. Instead, the dark-haired chaos monster simply did his best to take care of his sad, tiny husband as best he could.

It was a Tuesday night when Kazu finally dared look at the bills. Minato had dozed off on the couch about an hour ago, and Kazu had put him to bed, so he was finally free to deal with something other than his miserable husband. He opened up his laptop to check the credit card bill first.

“Fuck.” He hissed.

The numbers were much higher than he anticipated, and he knew it would be a struggle to make even the minimum payment. Where the fuck had all those charges come from? He looked back through the purchase history to figure out what had sucked up so much of his money. To his distress and frustration, Kazu realized the extra expenses were coming from all the snacks and candy Minato had been buying. He decided just deal with that later, and check the other major bills he had to worry about.

The electric bill had actually lowered a bit now that Minato wasn’t constantly using the stove, oven, and mixer, so that was nice. The phone bill hadn’t mysteriously conjured any shitty charges, thank god. The hospital bill - holy fucking shit. How much does it cost to visit the damn emergency room? Kazu scowled at the screen, stress building in his head. He grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting next to him and finished it off. That only helped so, much, though, and he could still feel his anxiety spiking.

He needed more money. He needed to find a better way to help Minato. He needed a break from all this chaotic shit.

He needed a fix.

Kazu snapped the laptop shut and climbed to his feet. Not bothering to grab anything but his wallet, he put on the boots he’d left sitting in the entryway and slipped out the front door. The weather looked abysmal - a thin, grey rain was starting to pour, making the sky even darker than usual. He didn’t care, though. He had things to do.

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