#okay ya'll can stop sending me asks about it now?

[megamindsecretlair]

Girrrlll a thought if you will but Terry Richmond the idea of a breeding kink with him. A thought that randomly popped into my unhinged brain for him. Cause GIRL! He’s already toxic in bed and just add that to the mix.

A/N: You sneakin a peek at my drafts????

I Swear I'll Never Leave

Pairing: Toxic Baby Daddy!Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, angst if you squint, fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, manhandling, persuasion through the power of dick, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: See Ask. When Terry comes to pick up your daughter, you can’t help picking a fight with him. He sends your daughter outside to wait with Mike while he makes sure you understand a few things.

Word Count: 4,909k

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A/N: WHEW. I hope this lives up to the hype. This is close to the daydream I had. Ya'll know how hard it is to match it perfectly lol. This hurt ME so I hope you enjoy. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Loud banging on the metal door tore your attention away from your Kindle. You groaned and looked at the time on your alarm clock. It was past two. One of your biggest pet peeves about your baby daddy was that he was annoyingly on time. You were not.

You groaned and got up from bed, picking up the pace once you heard your daughter, Cadence, hopping up and down on your hardwood floors. “Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!” She giggled, hopping in a circle outside of your room.

“Yes, baby, I heard him,” you said, hunting for your robe. You were only in a giant red sleep shirt while you waited for laundry to get done. The banging continued and you took your precious time finding said robe. That man would just have to wait. 

“Mommy, he’s hereeeee,” Cadence sang, bouncing on the balls of her little feet. 

“Yes, baby, I know. What did we say about patience?” You asked, grabbing your robe from your chair and putting it on. It was actually an old one of Terry’s that was soft and reminded you of him. 

Cadence sighed and stuck out her bottom lip. She looked down and sighed again. “Sometimes we have to wait for what we want,” she said, her voice sounding the complete opposite from what it was before. 

You chuckled and tapped her nose. “Alright now. Go get your things and I’ll let your daddy in, okay?” You asked.

Cadence’s smile returned full force, lighting up her face that looked so much like Terry. Like he spat the baby out and you just carried her. It was honestly disrespectful. Terry banged on the door once more, getting louder and more annoying with it.

You huffed and walked to the front of the house, opening the wooden door. “Can you stop banging on my door like you the police?” You asked. 

Terry chuckled and scratched at his beard. The stubble made him look more rugged and you fought a shiver as you took in the rest of him. He wore black sweats and a matching black tank top molded to his body. 

Tank tops were made for someone like him. Someone so chiseled and well defined. He still kept up his training, still made sure to spend hours in the gym keeping up his physique. It was annoying as hell. Like why couldn’t he let himself go? Couldn’t he make it easier to leave him alone? 

“If you just gave me a key…” Terry said, leaning against the metal door. His gorgeousness was disrupted by the metal screen and you took a deep breath. Facing Terry was like coming into contact with the divine. He was far from a saint, but he was so damn pretty. 

“Nice try. Can’t have you walking in if I have company,” you said, opening the door, finally. Terry’s ever changing eyes watched your every movement. He smiled once you were revealed and you tightened the string on the robe. 

“If you miss me, just say that,” he said, his eyes going lower and lower. You crossed your legs and your arms, communicating to him that you were closed for business. 

“I’m doing mighty fine without you, thank you,” you said. You looked behind you. For all her excitement, what the hell was taking Cadence so long? 

“Mhm,” Terry hummed, smirk curling his lips. You ignored him, tapping your foot on the ground. 

“It’s been four months. When are you gonna let me back in?” Terry moved to take up the entire door frame with his height and size. He wore a do-rag on his head, the ends tucked in. Dressed in all black as he was, he may as well have been a giant red flag.

“How about…October 32nd?” You asked, grinning at him. 

Terry chuckled. “That’s not what you said last time,” he said. 

“I was drunk last time. I would’ve said anything to get off,” you said, just as Cadence came flying through the living room.

“Dadddddyyyyyyyy!” She screamed and launched herself at him. He bent down at the last minute and caught her, giving her a giant hug and swinging her from side to side. 

“How is my little baby?” He asked. He hefted Cadence onto his hip and looked up at her. The grin on her face. You smiled and took out your phone to capture a photo of the both of them. Terry hung the moon as far as your daughter was concerned. As long as he remained a good father, you weren’t going to stand in the way of that. 

She was old enough to realize that daddy was no longer at home with her, but young enough to not fully realize why. You didn’t have the words to explain to her that you loved Terry, but you couldn’t be in the same room with him without wanting to commit bloody murder. 

 Cadence chattered away, telling Terry everything he missed since the last time he saw her. He listened to everything, casting glances at you. You shared a smile with him, admiring this beautiful, creative daughter you made together. 

“I can’t wait to hear more, baby, but I need to talk to mommy. Go play with Uncle Mike until we’re done,” he said.

“We don’t have to talk,” you said. If he went on and left, you could enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend doing absolutely fucking nothing. After laundry and the dishes, you planned on relaxing tonight. You just needed to decide on which type of alcohol to accompany you. 

Terry flicked his eyes to you and raised an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes. The fuck does he want? 

Cadence pouted as Terry put her down but she saw Mike leaning against Terry’s truck. He waved to you and you returned it, watching Cadence run into his arms with the same force she did for Terry. Mike scooped her up and gave her a big hug, tickling her. 

Terry stepped into the house like he owned it. Sure, both of your names were on the deed, but that didn’t mean shit. “Hey!” You called after him and then closed the door. 

Terry looked around and you spread your arms, following behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked. 

Terry checked the living room and then turned back to you with a smirk on his lips. He approached you and you backed away. You realized what he was doing and then stopped, held your ground. Terry encroached into your personal space, looking down his wide nose at you. 

“I know you miss me,” he said. 

You laughed and shook your head. “The fuck make you think that?” You asked and crossed your arms. 

“You pick fights when you need some dick,” he said.

You sputtered as your brain stalled. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, and kick his ass out of your house. But your body was a traitor. You flushed with heat and you grew wet between your legs. 

Fuck. Tequila it was tonight as you threw on a good porno and got yourself off. You had been feeling restless lately, feeling like you wanted to chew through bricks if it meant getting some relief. Ovulation week was horrible. Nothing but dick on the brain and how soon you could get some. How he knew that was a damn mystery, but you tightened the belt on the robe to the point of pain and then re-crossed your arms. 

“That’s not true,” you said. 

Terry advanced on you, pushing you backwards with a few fingers on your tummy. Your back hit the door frame separating the front room from the hallway. Once he had you where he wanted, he pulled at the robe you had on. Your thighs tingled and he opened the robe to reveal your sleep shirt. 

“Laundry day?” He asked.

“How the fu–”

Terry leaned down and brought his lips to yours. He stopped just before contact and you smelled the fresh mint on his breath. “Don’t you know by now that I notice everything about you?” He asked. 

He curled a finger under your chin and lifted it until you looked into the deep pool of his eyes. His thumb stroked your chin and your pussy felt it. It throbbed and the wetness got worse. 

You licked your lips and huffed, giving him a shrug. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you said. You pushed at his shoulder but he didn’t budge. Didn’t even pretend to. You sighed and tried a different tactic. “Cadence has been looking forward to today for a while. You shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

Terry’s smile was slow and near animalistic. “Speaking of, isn’t it time for us to have another?” He asked. 

You burst with laughter, the force of it stealing your breath. You shook your head and looked at him. His eyes were trained on you, tracking everything, before you burst into laughter once more. You wiped the corners of your eyes and shook your head. “Fuck no,” you said. 

“You sure? Remember how much fun we had making Cadence?” He asked. He kissed the corner of your mouth and then moved his hand from your chin, down around your breast, and then further down to your stomach.

He flattened his big hand across your tummy, giving it a squeeze. His palm was warm, seeping through your shirt. If you had on panties, they’d be ruined by now. You were too turned on. Too flushed with heat. Too down bad to continue even the smallest torture. And he knew it. 

He hummed as he sighed with satisfaction, like he just confirmed something he had been questioning. He blinked and that turned you on. That’s how you knew you were fucked. “Let’s make a son,” he said.

“So I can go through pregnancy alone? Again?” You asked. 

Terry winced and you immediately felt bad. That was below the belt. You sighed and leaned away from him, pushing at his hand. “This is why we don’t work,” you whispered. Terry made you bring your claws out. Wanting to hurt him. And that wasn’t what relationships were about. You shouldn’t want to hurt the love of your life. 

Terry kept his hand on your belly and brought his other hand to cup your cheek. “I know I fucked up. But we do work well together,” he said. 

“You didn’t! I was…” You groaned and threw up your hands. Once more, you tried to fight him. To move. To get out from under his influence. He was your worst drug of choice and you were too weak to stay away. Too weak to walk away. 

Terry stayed in place. He kept his hand cupped to your cheek, holding you in place, and moved his other hand from your stomach down to the edge of your shirt. You gasped as he lifted it, inch by slow, torturous inch, and then skated his fingers along the crease between your thigh and pelvis. His rough fingers felt too good and you leaned into it before catching yourself. 

Terry hummed as he moved his fingers between your legs, seeking between your damp curls, and then wiggling between your pussy lips. You hissed and held onto his shoulders, dug your nails in. 

Terry kissed your cheek. “This is why we work well together. The way you respond…you can’t fake that,” he said. He brought his forehead to the side of yours, fingers starting to play with your essence. He always stopped before he got too close to your clit. 

“We can’t build something on a foundation of sex, Terry,” you said.

“That isn’t our foundation. We still love each other. We’re still in love with each other,” he said, his deep voice was like a physical caress on your body. You felt it along the curves of your hips and the dip between your thighs. You spread your legs wider, giving him more access. 

Your skin felt like it was going to burn to a crisp. You sunk your nails into his shoulders and Terry groaned, rolling his hips forward. You looked down and saw the tent he pitched in his sweats, giving you a nice outline of his dick. His glorious, beautiful dick.

Your thoughts turned fuzzy as he continued to tease you. He’d definitely hit that spot. That deep spot inside that only he could reach. You were pretty sure he created that spot just for him, knowing damn well no other man would compare to his size. Compared to the way he took care of you in the bedroom.

Combined with your hormones going haywire, your knees grew weaker. Your clit throbbed as his questing fingers grew closer and you whimpered as he moved away, swirling figure eight’s with your essence. 

“Let me cum,” you whispered, moving your hips to chase after his fingers. 

“Let me back in the house,” he countered. You sighed and rubbed your head against his.

“Terry…” You said. 

He called your name and then moved his fingers to your entrance. You gasped and he lifted your chin. He pulled back to look into your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy, drooping on a mix of ovulation and lust. 

You were leaving half moons in his skin from your nails. You relaxed and rubbed the pain away. It gave you something to focus on other than his beautiful hands playing you like a damn fiddle. 

Terry pushed his middle finger into your pussy and you moaned, loudly, lewdly, mouth falling open and closed. You wanted to make another sound but fuck if you knew what it would be. 

“How long has it been since last time? Since I was playing in this pussy?” Terry asked. He stepped closer. You brought your leg up to rub against his thigh. It opened you up further for him to pump his thick finger in and out of you. 

In no time, he had you moaning and biting your lip. You were so close…almost there…and…Terry pulled his finger out. You groaned and looked at him. He smirked while he brought his finger to his mouth and suckled. 

“Get that sexy ass on our bed,” Terry said. He moved back slowly so you’d have a chance to lower your leg. 

You whined and stomped your foot. Terry tilted his head. You sighed and moved away from him, marching your ass to the bed. “This is the last time, Terry,” you said over your shoulder. Out from underneath him, clarity returned to your brain. 

You were saying yes for you. You were saying yes because you deserved it. You were saying yes because fuck, it’d been two weeks since he blew your back out and you needed that same loving to get you through the next two weeks. 

In two weeks, you’d be stronger. You’d be able to resist him. You’d be able to look across the threshold at him, picking up your daughter, and not feel that tug towards him. That glimpse into the man you fell in love with before he went into the service. You’d remain unaffected and in control.

Tonight, you were just ready to turn your brain off. Ready to fuck him like you missed him and then let him go after. You walked into your bedroom and moved your Kindle to the nightstand. Terry’s heavy footfalls sounded behind you, matching the beat of your erratic heart. 

“You said that last time,” he said. 

You smoothed out the comforter, in your favorite color, and rolled your eyes. “And I meant it. I mean it now,” you said.

Terry chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. And you’ll mean it next time?” He asked. 

Terry opened the cabinet in your hallway and took out a towel. You lifted your eyes at him. “Someone’s a little confident,” you said. 

“It’s cute when you try to act tough. Like you not drooling over this dick,” he said. He entered the room and took a look around. You wondered if he was comparing things to the last time he was here. Cadence was away at a sleepover and you broke down and asked him to come over to handle the heat between your thighs. 

“Drooling?” You asked and laughed. “If you desperate for this kitty, just say that.” 

“I’m desperate for it,” he said, flicking his warm eyes towards you. You snapped your mouth shut and stared while he laid the towel down on the edge of the bed. He finished and then crossed the room to you.

“You can pretend all you want, but if you didn’t want me? You wouldn’t have worn this,” he said and pulled off the robe. He balled it up and then tossed it to the chair where it usually resided. You licked your lips for lack of a better response. Because…fair.

“And, you would have put on some panties. Some pants,” he said. He lifted your shirt off in one rough yank and you gasped. Terry hummed and looked you up and down. “And you definitely wouldn’t have answered the door like this. Since you did, that can only mean you need me.”

“Need is such a big word,” you said. 

Terry slipped his fingers into your hair and pulled. You moaned and closed your eyes. He walked with you like that, fist full of your hair, to the edge of the bed. He made you climb on the foot of the bed and once in position, he moved you to face the corner of your room. 

The floor mirror showed your reflection, hair pulled up and away in Terry’s hand. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You absolutely missed this. Missed the way he looked at you like he couldn’t breathe without your smile in his life. Your body naturally bent forward, sticking your ass higher.

Terry locked eyes with you in the mirror. “Need is a very big word,” he said. He smacked your ass and moaned in the back of his throat. 

The pain in your ass blossomed, radiated with fire. Terry delivered a few more smacks. Each one stung worse than the last, but you started to look forward to his smacks. You lifted your ass higher, meeting his hand. Your pussy dripped with your essence. You moaned, pussy clenching as you looked at the focus on his face. The determination. 

His mouth was twisted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he painted your ass with his hand. You started to shake, started to tremble, before he stopped and smoothed his hand down your ass. 

You hissed and moaned, pushing your ass into his hand. Terry yanked on your hair and you groaned as you lifted off of the bed. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. You found his eyes in the mirror. He smiled as he lowered his sweats and then plunged inside of you in one rough thrust. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you gasped. Terry’s smirk grew wider. He held firm to your hair, pulling to the point of pain, while he kept himself buried to the hilt. Your nails dug into the sheets, pulled at the covers.

“Look so fuckin’ gorgeous takin’ dick,” he said. 

Your fist pounded feebly on the bed. You couldn’t move unless he willed it. You could only look at the satisfaction on his face. “Condom,” you choked out. 

“We don’t need one, do we?” He asked. He pulled out and then pushed back in. You felt every inch of him. Every long, beautiful inch of his dick sliding against your wet walls. 

Now was not the right time for another baby. You finally felt like you had a handle on Cadence. And she was plenty to handle on a good day. “She won’t forgive us for another baby,” you said, trying to come up for a good reason not to let him bathe your insides. At the moment, everything was coming up short. He and your body were working against your higher functioning. Breaking you down to the basest drive to fuck and make babies. 

Terry pushed in and out of you a few more times, letting your essence coat his dick. “She’ll forgive us,” he said and sped up, slamming his hips into yours. He tightened his hold on your hair, pulling your neck to the side so he could lean down and lick. 

You moaned and shivered, a tingle spreading throughout your body. He stroked, moving his hips, and hitting it just like you needed it. 

“Look how sexy you look,” he said. He pulled your hair and made you lift your face to the mirror. You saw your mouth dropped open, eyes at half mast, ass in the air. Terry hovered on top of you, muscles bunching and flexing beneath his effort. 

“Fuck, Terry, fuck, fuck,” you moaned. Your body raced towards an orgasm. There was no teasing, no playing coy or shy. There was just the feel of him inside of you. Where he belonged. Where he needed to be. You came in no time, embarrassingly easy, and you screamed your release. 

Terry kissed and licked your neck and ear, moaning. His breaths fanned across your neck, right where he licked, and it raised goosebumps on your flesh. 

“Missed this pussy. Missed the way you ride me,” he moaned. 

“Shh, you talk too damn much,” you said, waving him away. One orgasm only fed the next one, making your thighs shake on him. His thighs hit your ass, creating a perfect, rhythmic smack that was seriously turning you on. 

Terry yanked on your hair until you brought your hands up to clutch at his hand. You were on your knees, chest poked out, hissing with pain. Your pussy clenched around his dick, unable to hide how much it turned you on when he manhandled you. 

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to,” he said. He kissed your cheek and looked at you in the mirror.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry,” you said. You shook your head. 

Terry grinned, showing off that beautiful, devastating smile of his. He grabbed your titty, squeezed the fuck out of your sensitive nipple, and then started ramming in and out of you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you screamed. 

His dick speared you, slamming into your walls. Your very womb ached from his strokes. Wet, loud squelching filled the room. Terry moaned, cursing low and under his breath. Thank god for the towel. You were soaked. And you were flooding his dick with your essence, making you into a slip n’ slide. 

Terry groaned, getting lost in it, as he fucked you like a toy. “Takin’ me so well, you a professional, huh?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to speak. Unable to hear properly. He found that deep spot inside, practically kissing your cervix, dick hitting it with precision. You moaned, low and long. You squeezed the hand that held your hair and he ignored you. 

“Keep this up, you gon’ make me bust. That’s what you want, right?” He asked. 

You nodded. Fuck, yes, you wanted it. You needed it. You needed his cum inside of you. You wanted to be the only receptacle for his cum. If it wasn’t in his hand, you wanted it all over you and inside of you. You wanted, you wanted, you wanted.

“Words,” he said. Both of you grew damp with sweat. Bodies sliding against each other. Grabbing onto each other for dear life. As if the moment you let go, you’d fade away forever. You’d drown and lose yourself and he was your only tether to the real world. It came down to you connected to him. 

“I can’t,” you moaned. You weren’t going to last much longer. You were close again. So fuckin’ close that it hurt. Your tummy cramped, the need to cum overwhelming. You also didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to concede.

“Admit you need me,” he said. 

“Terry, please,” you whined. Terry slowed down his strokes. “No, no, no!” 

Terry moved his hand from your titty to lay across your entire chest. He kept you upright with his arm, hand grabbing your other titty so he could roll your nipple between his fingers. You whined and cried, tears gathering in your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Say you miss me. Say you want this baby I’m finna give you,” he said. He locked eyes with you in the mirror. 

He saw everything. Saw the way you were sniffling and pleading with your eyes. You squeezed his hand that was still clutching your hair but he refused to move. His dick throbbed, still lodged inside you, and you wanted to collapse. This was too much for you. Too intense. 

“Terry,” you begged. 

Terry kissed your cheek, the space beneath your ear, and then licked the shell of your ear. “I need to hear it,” he said, his voice low. 

You closed your eyes as you retreated from the edge. You groaned as you could feel it going away.

“I need to hear that you crave this dick. That you get flashbacks, times when I hit it well. That you wake up in the middle of the night, burning, wanting to call me but knowing that if you do, it’s just one more step to me moving back in. Moving back in and taking care of you, of Cadence, of this baby,” he said. He couldn’t help moving a little, rocking you up and down his dick once.

“Fuck,” you moaned. Your pussy clenched around him and Terry groaned. 

“I know that pussy want it. Hear how she talkin’? What she trynna say to me?” He asked. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, voice breathy. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

“What’s she really saying?” He asked.

“I want that baby,” you moaned. Fuck, how could you not? How could you not want another tether to him? Another way to call him yours? 

Your problems were in the back of your mind. You were tired of sleeping in a cold bed. Tired of handling Cadence by yourself. Tired of doing this shit by yourself. You wanted your man at home. Wanted him deep in your pussy whenever the mood struck.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He started moving again, slamming his dick in and out of you. He moved his hand from your titties to your stomach, stopping to squeeze your belly. You moaned and he squeezed again. 

You loved when he did that. When he touched you possessively. Hungrily. Like there was too much skin for him to get to at once. Like he wanted it all, wanted every last inch of you there was to have. You matched his strokes, throwing it back on him. 

Terry groaned and moved his hands to your pussy, pushing past your pussy lips and stroking your clit. He rubbed furiously, flicking your clit, and you made incoherent sounds. Sputtered through moans, groans, and “oh my god, yes, please, nut in me, nut in meeeee, oueee.”

Terry growled in your ear and that sent you over. The raw need in his throat. You twitched and jerked, moaning, promising him however many babies he wanted. His chuckle was cut off by a groan as he stroked a few more times before cumming. 

He rammed one last time and kept you plugged up while he came and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls and your brain turned to mush as he did so. His dick throbbed. Your pussy ached. A deep hole was filled by him. By this beautiful, messy, fucked up, toxic man you called the love of your life. 

“Fuuuck,” you twitched on his throbbing dick. He groaned as he huffed and recovered from his orgasm, pulling out to watch himself leak out. He spread your ass cheeks, gave it a smack, and then reentered you.

“Ouee, shit,” you moaned, thighs tingling. 

Terry chuckled and bottomed out, keeping himself there. “I think we just made a son, baby,” he said and pulled you into a kiss. Your neck ached in this position but fuck it. You wanted his sloppy, wet kisses. 

He kissed you sweetly as he moved his hand from your pussy to your stomach, massaging it. You giggled and tapped at his shoulder. “Really mu’fucker?” You asked. 

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Just increasing our chances. Get this sexy, beautiful body in the shower. You gotta start taking care of the both of you,” he said. 

You laughed and pushed at his shoulder with yours. “You get on my nerves!” You said, disentangling his hand from your hair.

Terry moved, pushing his cum deeper inside with shallow strokes. You hissed and moaned, loving the feeling of him. “I’m gonna take Cadence out to the park. And then we’re gonna have dinner tonight and explain that Daddy’s moving back in,” he said. 

You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes. But you didn’t argue. “Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.

Terry pulled out and helped clean you up, taking the soaked towel off of the bed and throwing it in the laundry room. He fixed his outfit and you watched from the bed, sorry he hadn’t gotten naked as well.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back tonight fucking that attitude out of you,” he said.

You gasped and he chuckled, running out of the house before you could call him everything but a child of God. 

The end.

You know I can't keep this man off the brain! The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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[whorediaries-09]

hey I love your writing. I’d love if you could do like a James potter x reader where James is smoking and reader finds it really hot and has maybe there in public so she’s just sitting there really turned on and can’t do anything about it ??

hello, love! do you mind if i take a piece of your mind because this idea had me reeling. hehe, thank you for sending in the request!

can't you see, you're meant for me?

pairing- bsfdad!james potter x reader warning(s)-suggestive content, cigarettes. a/n- i'm a sucker for dilf james...sorry not sorry.

ps- this is very short :p. lmk if ya'll would like a part two hehe.

little train

you shouldn't be thinking about his biceps. not when you're out and about in public. but still, your mind doesn't stop reeling. you watch the sun rays reflect on his brown skin, reflecting the stretch marks he's got on his arms. they're beautiful, you think, as the veins pop from within his skin. he inhales another puff from the cigarette, watching as the smoke ascends into the sky.

'want one, love?' he asks.

'no mr. potter,' he huffs.

'i've asked you so many times to not call me that. you know you can call me james,'

'ah-okay, james, i don't want a cigarette.' he laughs.

'i don't think i'd be able to handle two stoners either ways.'

you're listening to him intently. at least that's what he thinks.

your mind however in occupied in the idea of having his hand wrap around your throat, as he'd push you to the wall, kissing you harsh. you imagine his fingers exploring every bit of your bare skin, with his rough calloused hands. you'd let him, happily. and even if deep down you know it was wrong to be fantasizing about your best friend's dad.

god, you couldn't help yourself.

'love, are you listening?' he asked, apparently caught up on the way you'd zoned out. you'd been practically zoned out, mesmerized by his biceps. he threw the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the sole of his shoe.

you'd been caught. fuck.

'you seem lost, are you okay?' he said, moving towards you. he was wearing a compression sleeveless shirt paired with gray sweatpants. the ultimate outfit to get you reeling and drooling over him.

'i-ah- i zoned out, james. i'm okay,'

he didn't buy your lie. instead, he offered you a wicked smile.

'you are?'

'totally,' you answered, overly cheerful.

'and i totally believe you.' you blushed, cursing yourself internally.

'now tell me, what is your pretty mind thinking about?' he said, moving closer. you stammered, taking a few steps back.

'i-i'm just thinking about-'

'about?' he knew what you'd been thinking about. you could see it in his eyes. in his soft hazel eyes there was a twinge of malice, a twinge of mischief which you could recognize so well. and god forbid it made you so weak in the knees. you closed your eyes, trying to let your heart stop before you spoke the next words,

'you know what i'm thinking about, james.' he smiled lopsidedly, as if greatly amused, running his tongue over this upper row of teeth.

'do i now, love?'

'i think so, yes.' even if you're faking your confidence, he can right see through your act. he can see you crumbling from within as he towers over you, asking you mundane questions. and god does he love the effect he has on you.

he tests the waters, his palm coming closer to your face. you lean towards it, but just as your face is about to touch the crevice of his palm, your best friend shouts,

'oi! papa! i'm coming,' you jump away from him as harry comes running towards james. in your head, you hate how harry came in and ruined the moment. but you're also grateful because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if he held your face. however, it was safe to say the ride back home was more torturous than ever.

he kept tapping his fingers on the passenger's seat while he drove, seemingly nonchalant. but boy both of you knew it drove you fucking crazy.

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[awakandanavenger]

Hello! If you have the time, may I ask for a Natasha x former avenger reader fic? It takes place two years after endgame and Natasha and Tony are brought back to life by the power of science and magic (Idk maybe Strange and Banner worked together to bring them back, you decide how) and Natasha finds out reader went down a dark path from grief of losing Nat and has been doing vigilante stuff like how Clint was doing when being ronin. And she finds her and knocks some sense into her and it’s a tearful reunion?

Come To Your Senses (Natasha x g!nReader)

Summary: Natasha and Tony are brought back to life. Nat finds you while you're continuing Barton's mission as Ronin. She has to knock the sense into you to stop and come home.

Word Count: 768 (Still short but still longer than the last one)

Warnings - Mentions of reader being criminal but not sure if there is anything else? Let me know if there is.

A/N - As for the person who requested this, sorry it took so long to write, university is keeping me busy but any other requests you guys want to send I'll do as soon as I can! Remember ya'll, NO SMUT REQUESTS!

It has been two years since Thanos was defeated and honestly… I couldn’t care less if the world is safe once again. I have nothing left worth protecting now that she is gone. In fact, I do not care to the point where I’ve took it upon myself to continue Barton’s mission from during the time of the blip. I hunt down and slaughter every criminal I can find. At least then there would be some satisfaction for the world, and me.

Just now I am waiting to ambush a gang of criminals. They have been drug dealing and the usual shit. Still. They kill people who try and stop them so it is up to me to stop them if no one else can. I take my sword from my waist belt. But just as I am about to run inside and complete my mission, a finger taps my shoulder and I whirl around with sword aimed ready to attack whoever it was that tapped me but who I saw made me drop my sword with a loud clang. Luckily, none of the criminals inside heard.

“What are you doing here?” She asks. “No. Not possible. You’re dead.” I say not believing who is right in front of me. It’s my imagination surely! “It’s really me. I’m back. So is Tony.” I step forward to her and gently feel the locks of her red hair. “You’re real? But how?” “Bruce and Dr Strange came together and found a way to bring us both back to life.” Wait, what if this is a trick? What if this is a shapeshifter and is finding a way to get to me to kill me? I have made a lot of enemies over the last two years, so it is possible.

“You’re hesitant which is understandable.” “Damn straight. For all I know, you’re not really Nat.” She raises her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “Well, for all I know, you could be a shapeshifter. Those exist.” “Well, I’m not that. When they brought me back my first thought was to find you. Bruce told me everything that’s been going on and where to find you. That’s how I knew.” It is true. Nat was always protective of me but still, everyone knew that. Then I got an idea. “Okay, if you really are Nat and not a shifter. What was the first moment we both shared when we realised we belonged together?” Only the real Nat would know. “The first moment we shared together was that night when I had a nightmare about the Red Room. You rushed to comfort me, and it was the sound of your heartbeat that lulled me back to sleep. The next morning you said if the sound of your heartbeat helps me sleep, you’d gladly stay forever.” It’s true. That was our first real moment that I admitted to myself that I’d love and take care of her from that point on.

Now that I am certain she is the real Natasha, I wonder why she even came back for me in the first place. “Okay, so my question to you Nat is why are you even here? Surely Bruce or Strange must know what I’ve been… am doing.” “That’s exactly the reason I came to find you. To stop you continuing your ‘mission’. Clint did the exact same thing but even he was able to put his dangerous behaviour aside when he got his family back.” “What? And you’re expecting me to do the same now that you’re back?” “I don’t expect you to do anything. It is your choice. I just hope you make the right one. If you do, I’ll be at the Avengers tower.”

That got me thinking. So, if I am understanding this correctly, she will take me back if I stop killing criminals. Hmm, I suppose I could change the mission so they get arrested instead because no way in hell am I stopping completely. Plus, if the Avengers get back together, that way in a way, my mission can continue but in the right way.

Just as Nat was about to leave, I grabbed her hand, and she stops. “You’re right.” And I explain my thoughts of wanting to continue but in the right way. Surprisingly, she agrees. “So, you’ll come back home?” She asks me. I sigh knowing she’s going to keep finding me until I agree to go back. “Sure.” I speak. In all honesty, I can’t believe I am going back, with Natasha no less. It’s enough to make us both cry of happiness knowing.

Hope you all liked this one! Don't forget, I still take requests and Nat isn't the only character I accept requests for. There is also Wanda Maximoff, Shuri, Queen Ramonda, Nakia and Okoye! NO SMUT AS MENTIONED! Hope to see your requests soon! :)

[bridgeportbritt]

SimDonia Prepatory Gymnasium | Hallow Slough, SimDonia

Chantel cheers: We're the best! Our teams too cool! We got the class to rock this school!

Victoria sighs loudly

Eric annoyed: Vick, what is your deal? That's like the twelth time you've sighed since we've been sitting here.

Ella: More like twelth hundrendth!

Chantel cheers: We're the best, so score them points. You win the game, we'll rock this joint!

Victoria: Ugh, you guys! I just feel like we're not talking enough about prom!

Eric, Ella, and Chantel groan in frustration

Chantel: Okay, ya'll are not even watching me practice, are you?

Eric: Vick, what do you mean? I feel like it's all we've talked about since school started.

Victoria: We've barely scratched the surface! No one has their outfits picked, we haven't secured an afterparty, Ella hasn't even gotten security clearance to go! Time is of the essence, people!

Ella: It is literally months away.

Victoria: 153 days to be exact.

Eric: But, who's counting?

Ella: We have exams, college admissions, I'm on bridesmaid duty! What exactly do you want us to be talking about that's so important?

Victoria: Well, we could start with dates. Ella, I'm assuming you're going with Luca. It's just a matter of time before he asks you.

Ella: Uh, yep, I guess so.

Victoria: And Eric?

Eric: Uh... I was thinking of asking my friend, Mckenzie. You guys remember her, right?

Ella: How could we forget?

Chantel cheers: And a 1, 2, 3, - should I just stop?

Victoria: Chantel! We're the only two without dates to prom?

Chantel scoffs: As if I'm worried about getting a date to the prom.

Victoria: You're not?

Chantel: No! Getting a date is easy. I could get one right now if I wanted.

Victoria: Yeah, okay, Chantel.

Chantel: You don't believe me? Watch this.

Ella: Here she goes.

Eric: This should be good.

Chantel: Hey, you!

Victoria: Oh my, Watcher. She's really doing this.

Student: Uh, me?

Chantel: Yeah, you. Your name's Lee, isn't it?

Lee: Uh... yes.

Chantel: Chantel. You going to prom with anyone?

Lee: Oh, uh... no.

Chantel: Wanna to go with me?

Lee: With you? Really. I mean, sure. Why not, I guess?

Chantel: Cool. I'll send you the deets on Social Bunny.

Lee: Cool! I'll see you then.

Chantel: See? Told you. No big deal.

Eric: Wow, I can't believe you just did that.

Ella: I can.

Victoria: Okay, yeah. I'll give you props that that was pretty ballsy. But, that's not going to work for those of us who actually care about who we go to prom with and have specific people in mind.

Eric: Like who?

Victoria: Like I'd tell you guys so you can hunt him down! I'm going to trust in the Watcher that he will come to me with an elaborate promposal, we'll go in beautiful matching outfits, win prom King and Queen, and live happily ever after.

Ella laughs: As you deserve, Vicky.

Chantel: Yeah, yeah. That's all great. I wish the best for you. Now will you guys actually watch me cheer? This is gym period, right?

Ella, Eric, and Victoria groan in compliance

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

Ask game, feel free to comment for both fandoms please or skip for one.

2,6,7,9 16, 17, 21, 22,

I'm going to like.... jump around to whatever fandom I feel like for each question.

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Okay so I did this for Disco Elysium so -- He Xuan would never bottom. My compelling argument is he told me personally. Next question.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

I'm sorry but all ya'll Qi Rong fans who keep trying to find him a boyfriend... I support you, but maybe go stand over there? please????

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Again, did this one for Disco Elysium, so again tying into the above answer... Qi Rong is a character I'd like to be able to spend more braincells thinking about, because I think there COULD be some interesting meta I could make about him, but the fandom seems to have a very predetermined way of thinking about him and writing him that makes it so hard for me to want to engage.

9. worst part of canon

I feel like I can't speak on DE just because I haven't finished or explored it as thoroughly as I'd like to yet. For MXTX books... God I'll be so honest it was silly and fun the first time, but I cringe rereading the whole Statue Mecha scene near the end of TGCF. It's so ridiculous and outlandish that it breaks emersion for me a bit.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Okay, I'll be SO HONEST -- as someone who's come to better accept his trans masc-ness because of Kim Kitsuragi -- I'm kind of shocked at the sheer amount of trans!Kim fics. And I guess there's a part of me squinting at it going, "Isn't there something a little weird about ascribing transmasculinity to a character who -- in the real world -- is part of a race that's often feminized (the "pretty Asian boy" stereotype) and is visually the most slender and short of the male characters? Like? That feels a little weird to me, ya'll..."

(Like, not saying stop, I get it, and the fanfics handle it really well on the whole, but also like... I think it's worth asking ourselves (1) WHY Kim gets this treatment over Harry or another character and (2) WHAT kinds of queerness we're ascribing onto characters. Especially in light of stuff like me seeing KimHarry on a yuri poll.... like. come on ya'll. A tiny bit of critical thinking) (and again. not saying "don't write queer characters" but maybe like... consider diversifying your options).

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Tip Top Racer Kim. Why the fuck are none of you writing Tip Top Racer Kim Kitsuragi AUs. Why. Where's the art. Where's Kim in tight fitting racing uniform huh??? (which. uh. if anyone has a good artist you'd recommend for a commission....) (I am LEGALLY obligated to drop my favorite DE fic now just so you all can see THE POTENTIAL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40802268) Also not enough Jean crossdressing fics, send tweet. That blonde wig is all I think about and there's so much unresolved in that choice....

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

In Disco Elysium, who the FUCK are these student communist dudes everyone is talking about because I LITERALLY haven't seen them.

Also for TGCF, the underwater kiss scene. The actual kiss is honestly secondary to me to EVERYTHING ELSE happening in that moment because people seem to forget how INSANE the circumstances are.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores Oh for my MXTX fandoms that's easy -- I am easily the second most Beefleaf brain rot person you'll ever meet and the Black Water Arc of TGCF is everything to me. Everyone always talks about the climax and the beheading and sure that's cool but the BUILD UP? The visit to Fu Gu and watching the performance of He Xuan's massacre? The Truth or Dare game in the temple? The foreshadowing with the Water and Wind master statues? The visit to Shi Qingxuan's terrace and the poetry written there? BREAKING SQX OUT OF HER PALACE BECAUSE SWD IMPRISONED HER? AND THEN SQX WALKING AWAY FROM YUSHI HUANG'S FARM AFTER "MING YI" TRIES TO GET HER TO STAY BEHIND? None of you talk enough about the LENGTHS He Xuan went to to try to avoid getting SQX involved in SWD's death and it makes me ABSOLUTELY INSANE ON A DAILY BASIS!!! I am chewing on glass about this!!!!

[suuooe]

anger | suo hayato x gn!reader

✧ hurt/comfort, mostly fluff. established relationship or situationship or very close friends? ya'll be the judge of that.

a/n: hi. hello wind breaker fandom. a week ago when i was on these tags like a daily routine it was a desert, now when i decide to upload things myself it's suddenly an oasis.

this is brainrot. suo hayato has been in my brain for 2 weeks plz send help. it's close to 12 am when i publish this, so this is something me in a few hours have to deal with but i hope ya'll enjoy <3

"… Hayato?"

Suo hums in response to your call of his name, although he doesn't turn around to face you - instead focusing his attention to the different type of tea sets on your cupboard to pick out the set he wants to use for the occasion.

You falter a tiny bit, on the outside it doesn't seem like anything was amiss. He came over the usual time, greeted your grandparents and handed them fresh baked goods he had gotten when he passed through the town. He had greeted you like normal, given you a quick hug before taking the tray of various teacakes you had prepared for the day to head to your room first. It was a normal day, the same routine and almost the same smile he's given you each day.

And yet, you can't get over this gnawing feeling that he seemed a bit more…

"… Are you angry at something?" you decide to ask in the end.

His movements halt, the kettle in his hands were halfway bent downwards to pour out the tea you had brewed for the day. His visible eye blinks once, twice and a third time before he places the kettle down back on your table and leans back to sit on the floor. And for the first time you had entered your bedroom, his attention is now on you, head cocked slightly to the side in mild confusion. "What makes you ask that?"

You divert your gaze away from his own, scooting yourself a bit closer to the middle of your bed while letting out a sigh.

"… Sakura-san came over yesterday evening, you see." even though your eyes were focused on your hands, you could still see the slight tensing of Suo's body before you. "He wasn't worried, in his words at least. But he did tell me how you behaved a bit differently when you fought this group the same day he came over… Keel was it? I- I didn't know that such a big fight had happened."

The smile had long dropped off of Suo's lips.

You could feel the tension rising in the room, your next sentence coming out a bit more meek than you had intended, "How he had to stop you from doing more damage to your own opponent since you had clearly knocked him out. A-and Nirei-kun had texted me right after too, telling me how you were worried about him after the fight. Judging from how he just told me to ask if you're okay, I'm assuming he wasn't there at the scene, but-"

"… What are you implying, [Name]?" While his tone is light, you notice that's there's a hint of irritation laced within the question, at you or at his classmates for telling about what had transpired the day before - you don't know.

"Nothing! I'm not trying to make you do or say anything! I… I guess I just wanted to see if you were…" you take a deep breath and raise your head up to face Suo head on, only to jump when you find the boy already right in front of you, bent slightly to keep eye contact with you, "… okay." you breathe out in the end, the close proximity making you whisper out the last word.

While he's not smiling, you can tell that Suo's eye is still gentle, indicating that he wasn't particularly mad. Not anymore at least. Blinking slightly, you raise your hand to cup his visible left eye, your thumb rubbing his cheek, "At least you're not hurt." you murmur, Suo letting out a chuckle while closing his eyes, deciding to not answer and instead nuzzle into the palm of your hand.

A few seconds pass before Suo opens his mouth.

"I admit, it wasn't my most honourable moments, losing my cool like that." Ah, so he was indeed enraged during that fight. The hands that were once again clasped behind his back unfurl themselves to instead gently place themselves on each side of your body, in a way trapping you between the wall behind you and Suo's frame. He lets out a deep sigh before resting his forehead against your shoulder. "It's also why I wanted to drop by so early in the morning. Just to get out the residual anger in me, but I'm fine." he whispers, leaning a tiny bit up to give your cheek a peck - a small chuckle leaving his lips at how you immediately tense up.

"So you're doing fine now?" you ask again, raising your arms up to wrap around Suo's shoulders. The brown haired boy only shifting slightly to lean most of right head on your shoulder, the small breaths he lets out hitting the exposed skin on your neck, making you shiver.

"Yeah." he starts, closing his visible eye as he takes in the gentle aroma of steeped tea in the room mixed in with your own scent, "I'm fine now."

[theonethatcouldhavebeen]

hesitations

Hey there.

Since I am at a quite fragile, rebellious, emotional and melodramatic phase of my life, today, people around me can't be trusted so easily. I have strict parents and I possibly don't think that they would be very happy to know about my boring and confusing love life.

So here I am and i am going to write all about it.

If ya'll find me and my life interesting enough, please do visit my posts often.

I am 17 years old. And the reason that I am here sharing some unforgettable moments which occurred in my life instead of telling my friends is because of the most obvious and complicated thing of all. TRUST.

When I was 16 years old, and was in school, I had a crush on a boy for like 3 years. Or maybe 2. I didn't exactly know when I started to like him, but it warmed my heart when he used to send me good morning and good night texts every single day. It was during lockdown in 2020 when we started to bond. We used to chat all day long, in between classes and cover up for each other when one wasn't paying attention to the teacher.

But when we came to school physically like after a year or so, he walked right by me and i was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe he would do such a horrible thing to me. I tried talking to him for the rest of day but he kept cutting me off. I was really pissed off. I got home and saw his message saying that his friends would have started teasing us and it would have ruined our friendship. Anyways, we eventually came out of that awkward phase and entered 10th grade. Now the toxic friend comes in the picture. In my friend group, i Hadn't told anybody about my feelings for him because i wasn't sure enough. You know sometimes its just like a stupid attraction and goes away after a few weeks. Now, I wouldn't have imagined that these stupid feeling would stay in my heart for 2 damn years. I think my friends noticed the way I looked at him. They kinda shipped us, but i warned them not to overdo it due to his insecurity of losing close ones. There was this one friend who got a small crush on him and i was like VERY VERY jealous. I was so mad and sad at the same time that I stopped talking to him. this went on for nearly 2 months. This was because my FRIEND was brave enough to reveal that she has a crush on him and the next thing you know is everybody is shipping them. One day after games period, he sat beside me. I turned around, my back facing him. He called me 4 times and when I didn't listen he just twirled the chair around pulling it towards his. I was a little flustered and couldn't meet his eyes, since I was afraid of bawling out my eyes right in front of him. He urged me to look him in the eyes with a husky voice. As I lifted up my head and glanced at him, he was all sweaty from playing football and his face was completely red due the scorching summer heat. The scene made my heart skip a beat. I tried to sound unbothered and asked him, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He said.

"Go on." I replied still acting cool not noticing the stares my FRIEND gave me.

"What's with the long face huh? You don't laugh much either nowadays. I think there is a misunderstanding which I need to clear."

"And that is?"

"There is nothing going on with me and your FRIEND. You know the boys; they just start teasing me for fun. And the reason that I don't deny their teasing is because I know that nothing, I can say will stop them. They will just round up my words and start a dumb rumor."

"Okay. And why are you telling me this?"

There was a long pause. I could almost see my FRIEND staring at us smugly. He stuttered, "Uhm, Uh, you are my friend, and I think that was something you should now so that you don't get the wrong idea."

"Okay then. Noted." I smiled a little grateful for his consideration.

But I was still depressed that he indeed saw me only as a friend. It was just extremely tough to accept the truth and tears formed in my eyes.

"Why are there tears in your eyes?" he asked while chuckling.

"Oh you know, I got it from my mother. In any type of extreme emotion, tears tend to come. It's inconvenient. Every time I laugh I have to remove my glasses to wipe them. Haha." I said, still in a dull voice smiling a little.

"Whenever you explain this situation to anyone, you always laugh heartily while saying it. You aren't now. Who knows. That could be your actual tears." A voice said which didn't belong to my crush.

{Lets call my crush A and the other boy B for convenience.}

"I looked back and saw B staring at us while wiping off the sweat. There was a unknown tension in the air which I failed to understand and just smiled at what he said.

B was with me from the very beginning. I joined the school when I was in 2nd grade and since then B was always in my class. Our class was shuffled thrice. Still here we were. Together even after 9 years. He knew me quite well.

Nevertheless, currently I am in touch with A. I am studying for an entrance exam for med school. I stay in the coaching classes for like more than half of the day. I cut off contact from other fake friends. So, I only talk to A once in a while. In a friendly way of course.

I joined the classes early to get a head start for my preparation so I was shifted to the ADVANCED BATCH. That class was filled with ambitious, smart, focused people. It created a very serious and healthy atmosphere for studying.

We were like 8 girls and other 24 were boys. All of them we really very smart and born talented. It was hard for me to compete with them. Afterall I was an average student. Not some extraordinary child.

Now what I didn't expect was to create a liking towards the topper of our batch. It was a start of something new exciting but I knew how it was going to end. He was out of my league.

Tall, handsome, dark hairs, beautiful eyes, long hands and a gentle smile.

He belonged to the Muslim community, and I belonged to the Hindu community. I knew, that I should get rid of my feelings as soon as possible, because him and me were not gonna happen. However, my heart always acted otherwise.

I liked making people laugh so I used to crack a lot of jokes. He used to eavesdrop once in a while (as noticed by my friends and sometimes myself) and laughed at every one of my jokes of which he heard. It came as a shock because he was not one of those who would laugh that easily. He always had a serious aura. He used to mess around with his friends, but would never approach any girl.

At first, I was quite happy and proud of my sense of humor that I made such a cold boy laugh. But as time went by I found myself wanting to talk to him.

There were some moments of "eye contact" but I didn't think of anything since it could have been just a coincident glance at each other.

I still remember the first time I talked to him. I went to ask him a biology doubt and ended up mispronouncing a word 3 times. Whilst I struggled with the word, he just laughed at me. To be honest I am still embarrassed of this memory.

Many a times he would sit behind me during the self-study sessions. He wasn't the type of person who sat behind girls.

Once, he needed a particular book set (Book set 6). He asked some of his friends and none had that. When he approached me, I checked my bad and saw that exact book lying there. I believe it was fate. While going home I asked how much more time he needed the book since I needed to get home, he asked for 3 minutes.

A man who is punctual about his time. You must think I am weird, but as a medical aspirant that is really hot of him.

As he returned the book, he jokingly said, "At least write your name on the book. You never know the people around you nowadays." And with that gave a sweet smile and walked away.

I was too stunned to see him talking so casually to me for the first time and that smile. Oh god. Literally no words came out as I watched him go into the classroom (he was sitting outside the room for some time)

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Stay tuned for further story. I will write them as the events happen in my life. Thank you for staying till here. I would love if ya'll get interactive. In a non-toxic way of course.

However, if I catch someone detoxifying themselves here, I will make sure to dish one right back. Have a good day!

[hedaswarrior]

Season 4 t100 theories

fyi. I won’t be making a lot of theories. Don’t expect me to do what I did for season 3. Also, please don’t get your hopes up for any of the things I have written.

I have received several asks about the “A Look at Season 4″ and things I have seen in the trailers. I do have theories about what could happen, like I can’t just “shut it off”.  As you guys know, if you were following me, I had theories back in May 2016 about them making a serum to help them survive radiation levels. I do still think that this is the only possible “scenarios” that would make sense. But this show does seem to not make sense more often then not. However, there is one shot of bellamy holding a light thingy and clarke holding two flashlights with Jaha next to them that I can see roots sprouting out from the walls, so that makes me believe that they could possibly have found another underground bunker. Maybe one that has and underwater aquifer that is protected from the acid rain and radiation from above. Possibly this “bunker” is underneath ALIE’s Mansion? (i’m not giving up them reusing this location!!! as you will see if you continue reading)

Okay, you can read more below if you want more tidbit of things that i see could happen from viewing the trailers and “look at”. This is just me jotting down things and they might not make sense, but I don’t want to put a lot of effort into theorizing any more. 

In the beginning of the season it will of course pick up right where it left off and the big issue is the ending of the world. Kenza (the nightblood scout) will show up and Clarke will hand over the Flame to her or something. Titus’s lair will be ransacked as they possibly look for the Flame.

Echo will be in Polis and she will help convince Roan to take over Polis, without the Flame. However, they are going to have “trial by combat” to see which clan will be the Commander now that the Flame and Nightblood criterial no longer is needed. Each Clan has a warrior and they “fight to the death” to see who is the Leader. I think this might be the “gladiatorial fights” we see. Each person we see has a pendant of their clan, Roan has azgeda, Octavia has skaikru, etc.  

Jaha is going to go through this “obsession” period of feeling he needs to atone for his sins. He killed Ontari and carries her body out to the streets to the pyre to be burned with the others. Jaha is facing guilt for bringing this all upon everyone, but has particular guilt about murdering ontari. He is inside the polis tower, and the grounders end up attacking him wanting him to pay for what he has brought upon them. “Blood must have blood”. Either then or in Arkadia Jaha is attacked again for bringing this upon them all and Kane finds where they took Jaha and basically yells and points his gun at everyone to not touch him.

Clarke and the Skaikru start doing experiments on the infected grounders to figure out what is going on. That is why Monty gets made at Clarke and says to stop using the excuse “it’s all for her people”. I think that Luna gets there with her people and all of them start dying off, but her. why is she unique? she is a nightblood. Her blood and the antigens it has that protects it from the flame also gives her increased immunity to the radiation. We saw Becca come down to earth when the radiation levels were VERY VERY high and she was able to live in those conditions and take her hazmat suite off. This would then connect Becca’s story and the Nightbloods back up with the show.

There is one “mission” where Bellamy, Miller, Bryan, Monty and Harper go in to where Farm station fell -- Bryan shows them the way. They are going to Farm station to get some “medicine” or instrument. I’m assuming that Farm station they had instruments that could manufacture medicines from plants they grew. Monty is there because his parents worked on Farm Station and knows what they are looking for. We see him with an axe breaking the chain on something. This might be to the cage that people are stuck in though. However, before that, i think they are ambushed by Azegeda as they are over looking the hill. Harper has a sword to her neck and Bellamy is hit across the face. I think they wake up and see that Azgeda has now used it as a possible prison of enslaved workers?  there are people in the background of shots that look scared while the delinquents are attacking Azegeda warriors. They then set up a device that detonates.

There is a group of people Abby, Jackson, Miller, Raven, Murphy, Jackson, Luna, etc. that head to ALIE’s mansion. They take Emori’s boat to ALIE’s island and are ambushed by ALIE’s drones that are still protecting the Island from invaders. They are now in constant attack mode to protect the island. There is a shot of the drone thermal imaging that shows them running away from it. It is the drone that shoots at Raven in the trailer. There is also a shot of Bellamy inside the jeep and shooting at something, i think that is a drone. I think it would be cool if Raven’s plan is to somehow hack into the security system in ALIE’s mansion to use the attack drones to their benefit. I think it would be cool if they gain control of them and use them as weapons. They then use them to help ambush the Azegeda army that is marching towards Arkadia. When Clarke is standing in front of the Azegda army in the ravine she is basically trapping them so that there is no where for them to hide and they are going to use the drones to attack them. There is a scene of the Azegeda warriors looking up at the sky and look frightened...that might be the drones. Or it is just that there are warriors surrounding them from up above...but that is not nearly as cool.

When they get to ALIE’s mansion they see that there is a lab in it -- one of Becca’s labs. It is Becca and Chris’s house that they put ALIE in. They owned the Lighthouse bunker as well. The blue room that we see in the trailer is the Lab inside of ALIE’s mansion. That is where we see Murphy yelling at Clarke and Murphy and Emori kissing.

As mentioned before, i think there might be a “larger bunker” possibly on the mansion island. That is the scene that we see Bellamy, Clarke and Jaha in. I think that those three meet up with the others on ALIE’s island at some point. Jaha knows the way there.

And there is other stuff i have thought of, but writing all this out is exhausting and i’m kinda “over it?”

My other theory suff i have written for s4 are in [THIS TAG]

[yn-dreamlife]

Remember me

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x Female!Reader x Bakugo Katsuki

Description: while out on a night patrol your grabbed, so how did it end with Katsuki in the hospital with no memory of anything? And what will it mean for your best friends romantic relationship and your own?

Warnings: the reader is kidnapped, there is torture but not really explicitly described, drugging (during kidnapping), polyamorous relationship, gay relationship, fighting (not explicitly described except for a little in one scene) LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY!!

A/N: Hey ya'll so this fic is super long lmao, it does cover some heavy style and the writing style is different than how I've done some of my other pics. I had part of this in my drafts forever and now have finally finished. Concider it a belated valentines day present from me to you! I'm thinking of writing for these three versions of the characters specifically so let me know if you want more of these three! Could be fluff, ptsd comfort, angst, whatever you're thinking send in a request!! Leave a comment if you'd like as well I'll always be happy to respond :)

Word count: 11,606

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“Eijiro I promise you I’ll be fine. It’s just a simple night patrol.” You said softly into the phone trying to sooth the anxious redhead.

“I-I know i just… I have a bad feeling about tonight, like somethings going to happen and just,” he sighed deeply, “are you sure you can’t call out tonight?”

You smiled softly, truly sympathizing with the man, all heroes got it. That feeling where someone they cared for was going to be hurt- and sometimes those feelings were right, but that didn’t mean you could put your job aside. And while his concern was flattering- and deeply appreciated- he really needed to stop asking you, because if he asked again you knew you would cave. At the end of the day there were two people you would do anything for.

“Eij… I trust you and your feelings but I cant call out, I know I’m not fighting villains or anything but I have people who count on me to take them home safe and ensure loved ones don't drive home drunk.”

“No y/n/n I didn’t mean to make it sound like what you’re doing tonight isn't impor-” but you cut his frantic apology short.

“Don't worry I didn’t take it that way.” You paused knowing that the man wasn't assured in the slightest over ether predicament, “How about this, tomorrow you can call while me and suki are having breakfast. And to ensure I shall be there I promise to be extra careful tonight okay?”

It was another long pause before he spoke “well… alright, but I’m having Katsuki come over early and I’m not taking objections. So no running late alright? I don't care if Mr. Whiskers is stuck in a tree and it’s only 2 seconds after your shift ends. Go. home.” You giggled softly at him and he continued sheepishly, “Okay…. Maybe you can save Mr. Whiskers, but no villains alright? Please just-” he sighed again and your heart ached softly, you didn't want to bring him any more stress than he already got as a fellow pro hero.

“Don't worry Eijiro, I promise I’ll come home alright?”

“Pinky promise?” He whispered and you could picture him perfectly in your mind pulling his puppy dog eyes out on you as he held his pinky up.

“Gah I can feel the puppy eyes from here!” You exclaim overdramatically, “yes I pinky promise! I pinky promise just put them away,” he laughs as you grumble about him trying to rip out your heartstrings as opposed to just tugging on them.

“Thanks short stuff,” he said and you were relieved for him to have more of his normal optimistic tone leaking back into his voice.

“Yeah yeah whatever, I’m not even that short shark boy,” you said with a fake eye roll because in all honesty his concern was heartening. It said how he really cared whether it was in the same way you did or not. “Well Ei I should get going, I have to walk a college student home from one of her night classes and I’m almost to her campus.”

“So manly y/n!” Kirishima exclaimed and you were proud that you were worthy of his favorite phrase, “and before you ask yes I mean manly, girls can be manly too y’know.”

“I know Ei, thank you. I’ll see you later okay? Tell that angry pomeranian that I want the Katsuki special for breakfast!” You said allowing him to say his farewells before hanging up.

You sighed already missing talking to him just as you missed talking to his blonde partner who was your other best friend. It always amused you how they were together, opposites in so many ways and yet so similar in others, perhaps that was what drew you to both of them.

Before you could think on it more you arrived at your spot where you always met the girl keeping an eye out for her and for any other people around, but when no one else but her was around you sighed- ‘tonight would be a long one if there aren't many people to help.’

And right you were, tonight was one of the least busy nights you had had in all of your time of picking up night patrols, even your usuals weren't there, well there were a few but it just seemed like it was too quiet. ‘Maybe it’s just Kirishima's worry rubbing off on me’ you think to yourself swiftly shaking your head.

You smiled a little at the thought of the redhead remembering meeting him for the first time back at UA, you were so nervous your first day. You were surrounded by so many strong individuals, you almost felt like you couldn’t match up. Not that your quirk was anything to scoff at, I mean you could turn any metal or metal alloy into molten liquid- some say it’s lava but technically that wasn't quite right.

You walked through the door beneath the sign that read 1A, your homeroom class. Instantly upon entering you felt overwhelmed, why were so many people here already? Will there be assigned seats? Shit what if you don't make any friends- but all thoughts left as a redheaded boy with sharp pointy teeth stood in front of you bowing as he introduced himself.

“Hi, I'm Kirishima Ejirou, what’s your name?” He un-bent himself allowing you to see his blinding smile once again, you bowed in return making sure to go just as low as a sign of respect- and to hide your heated cheeks.

“I-I’m y/l/n y/f/n. It's uh…. V-very nice to meet… you.” He seemed to smile even brighter at your response.

“Well it's very nice to meet you as well y/l/n, here I’ll introduce you to Kaminari and some of the others!” And he did, you don't know why he decided to do it nor did you feel like asking. You were grateful, always struggling with introducing yourself or making the first move to talk to someone but Kirshima was doing it for you and with each interaction you became more and more comfortable.

Looking down at your watch you see you're running a little behind to your next usual so you decide to take a back alley as a shortcut not thinking anything of it. As you're midway through the long alley you hear banging ahead of you and as your hero instincts told you to attack the rational side considered the fact it could just be a civilian.

As you grabbed the metal pipe on your belt you refrained from fully unsheathing it, “Hello?” you call and the banging stops, “I’m a pro-hero, please come out and make yourself known!”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and before you even have the chance to pull the pipe out- let alone activate your quirk to make it into the familiar molten liquid you feel a sharp pinch on your neck.

Your vision instantly swam, “wha’the” you slurred. You swayed on your feet before your knees gave out, your eyelids were so heavy and you suddenly felt so so tired. A five minute nap couldn’t hurt right? But there was something you were doing- someone was… what were they doing? Why couldn’t you remember? Wait… what were you trying to remember again?

As the rest of your body fell forward you didn't feel as your face dragged along the cement rubbing the skin of your cheek raw instantly. You barely processed the set of shoes approaching you only seeing a flash of amber eyes before your eyelids finally closed allowing the darkness to embrace you.

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As Katsuki approached your house something didn’t feel right, his gut telling him you weren't going to be laying on your couch waiting for him like always. His gut told him he wouldn't be tackled in a goodmorning hug from you despite you always being exhausted. And he wanted so badly to be wrong for once, he wanted so badly for the door to be unlocked for him like it always was. Because you always left it open for him and he always chastised you for it.

When it wasn’t unlocked he tried to assure himself that it was just you finally listening to him, that you finally decided that he was going to be perfectly fine getting in using his key and you could lock the door. But all his assurances to himself were for nothing, he still knew, he knew when he opened the door and didn’t get tackled. He knew when he didn't see you on the couch, he knew when he ran through the house to find you he wouldn’t.

He stopped at your bedroom door, the door open your bed shockingly made, you never made your bed, ever. You thought it was pointless seeing as you were just going to crawl right back in and unmake it. So who made it? He felt his anger rising, attempting to keep it down as he tried to call you first. ‘She’s just running late,’ he tried to assure himself, ‘She’ll be home any minute, she’ll answer and apologize because some puppy was lost or some shit.’

But you didn't answer, it went straight to voicemail, he tried your agency, he tried your sidekick if for whatever reason maybe he knew where you went. No one knew, they all assumed you had just gone straight home like always. He knew something had happened, and now he had to figure it out but worse he had to tell Eijiro. How was he supposed to tell his partner, one of your best friends, that you were missing? How was he supposed to tell him his gut feeling was right, that something had happened and he still didn’t know what.

It wasn't a call he wanted to ever have to make but if anyone was telling Eijiro it was going to be him. He called his partner, he had realized that quickly the news would spread among heroes that something had happened with you, he knew he didn't have time to get to Eijiro in person and he had to be the one to tell him.

“Well hey there handsome! I was just about to facetime so I could talk to you guys,” Eijiro said happily through the phone. Katsuki held so tightly to the cheery tone in his lover's voice, to the happiness it held.

“Eijiro,” it was all he could get out his voice feeling thick in his own throat, he could hear the pain in his own voice and kicked himself for it. “I…. I need you to go somewhere private, okay?”

“O-okay Kats,” Eijiro said nothing more, already knowing in his heart but trying not to believe it. “Alright I…I’m alone.”

“Eij… y/n didn't come home this morning from last night's patrol.”

There was only silence on the other end of the phone, Eijiro couldn't say anything. He sat in his office staring ahead with his phone clutched to his ear, he was right. He was right and something happened to her, to their bestfriend, was it his fault? Should he have begged her to stay home more? What if he had, would she be safe?

“Eijiro, I… please say something,” it was Katsukis voice that brought him back.

“I…I’m on my way,” was all he could say, the only thought he could form was to get to Katsuki, “I love you.” He waited for Katsuki to answer and when he did he hung up the phone quickly rushing from his agency towards your house, when he got outside his agency he saw his three other best friends all starting towards his agency from a car.

“Eijiro we just heard about-” but Eijiro cut Mina off before she could say it.

“I’m going to her house, Katsukis there.”

“Alright let's go, I’ll drive.” Hanta said as they all piled into the car Eijiro sitting in the passenger seat Denki and Mina in the back.

Never in his life had Katsuki hated being alone as much as he did right now, your house had always been a second home but now it was an empty husk, a void he didn't want to be stuck in. How long had he been here, it felt like both seconds and years. He stared at your bedroom, trying to imagine any scenario he could where you were okay. Any scenario to cover up the horrible images of bad things happening to you.

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Your head throbbed as you tried to open your eyes, the lights above you too bright to allow your eyes to stay open. You tried to put your hand in front of your eyes to block some of the blinding light, but there was something stopping your wrists from moving. As you looked down you saw leather bands strapped around your arms.

“W-what?” Your voice was hoarse as your mind quickly seemed to catch up to the situation, remembering the alley and nothing past then.

“Ah I see you’re awake,” you couldn’t see where the man's voice had come from, but you knew he was somewhere behind you. You tried to carefully look around for any metal on the bed only to become increasingly frustrated when there wasn't a single speck around you. As you attempted to use your quirk thinking maybe the metal was simply hidden under plastic a horrible electric shock was sent through your whole body.

It felt like it was sourced at the very top of your spine on the back of your neck, “ah yes, I wouldn't do that if I was you. Any attempt on your quirk will result in that sort of a shock except… well I had to make it interesting so it will get worse the more you attempt. So be good and it wont get to the point it will kill you.”

You growled trying to tug on your binds, “what do you want?”

“With you? Nothing in particular, I suppose I do have another subject to test my experiments on but you're more for bait purposes. But I don't wish to speak to you anymore so… goodnight lady magma,” and with that the world went dark around you again.

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“Damnit!” Katsuki growled trying his best to keep from blowing up the nearest surface which happened to be your couch.

“It’s alright kacchan we’ll figure this out,” Denki said, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.

“We’ve scoured every inch of her apartment to see what else the villains touched but I don't see anything else really out of place beyond her bed,” Mina said looking around your living room once again.

“But that wouldn’t make any sense, what villain comes in just to make the bed of someone they kidnapped?!” Eijiro was furious, he didn’t understand these villains and the longer it took him to, the more he was thinking about how you were losing time.

If they didn’t figure out who took you and why, soon, he was afraid they would lose you entirely. But it wasn’t just him, those same thoughts went through every one of your best friends' minds. But everyone knew it was Eijiro who felt the most guilt.

“She has to be okay,” Eijiro said as he leaned against your kitchen counter, having excited the room in hopes of calming down.

“She’s going to be fine Eiji, you know y/n as well as any of us do. She’s stubborn and she won’t let some bastard be the one to finish her.” Eijiro looked at his partner smiling at him softly, but Katsuki could see the pain in his eyes and the guilt he felt.

“It’s not your fault Eiji,” Katsuki whispered to him gently.

“But what if…. What if I had asked her one more time and she stayed home? What if- fuck I could have taken a night patrol with her. Or maybe I-“ but he was cut off by his partner pulling him in.

“Eijiro there’s nothing you could have done. And there’s nothing we can do about it now besides finding her. So don’t beat yourself up over this because that won’t help her,�� Katsuki pulled away from the hug cupping his cheeks. “She wouldn’t want you to be feeling like this anyways.”

Eijiro nodded, his eyes moving to the sink to see you had no dishes. A thought struck him then, “doesn’t y/n clean on Sunday?”

Katsuki turned his head to see what Eijiro could be implying, “yeah, why?”

“Because usually that means she would have a few dishes Tuesday. Y’know from Monday and such.”

They both looked at eachother, “did they do her dishes?”

As they continued to look around the kitchen they noticed other odd things, the way your things were organized on the counter. The way your coffee station was cleaned up with no spilled grounds like you usually do during your rush to get to work.

Moving to the living room they saw the others looking around also noticing things that were off. The blanket on the back of your couch was folded neatly, the pillows had been perfectly fluffed on your couch.

“Did they fucking clean her house?!” Denki finally exclaimed.

“If they did, then that means they were trying to cover up something. They had to have been here looking for something,” Mina said. “They obviously know we’d search her house. They know that we would look for clues here so they ensured there would be absolutely none.”

“What weird ass fuck is so neat though, it’s like they tried to make her house look perfect and in prestine condition. If they truly knew her they’d know that she always is a little mess-“ but Hanta stopped. “Perfect and pristine…. Like a clean freak,” he whispered.

“You don’t think…” There was a look of fear in Denkis eyes now, “Overhaul is the one who took her…. Right?”

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Your eyes blinked open for a moment, the man standing above you blurry and oddly bird shaped, why would…. What kind of quirk does that?

Your eyes were too foggy to see the truth, that it was simply a plague mask placed on his face and not truly the shape. You didn’t notice the syringe going into your arm.

Didn’t feel the pinch when they drew your blood or when more syringes were placed giving you different drugs. Vaguely you could feel yourself writhing on the bed, but it was as if you couldn’t truly feel it, your mind too tired to focus on the alarm bells your nerves were ringing.

Where were you again? There was somewhere you needed to be, someone you were supposed to talk to. Why couldn’t you remember? Why couldn’t you find it in yourself to care all that much ether?

Overhaul watched from a few feet away, watching as his right hand man injected one of the many experiments into you. Happy to see that his experimental drug that affects the brain seemed to be working. While yes you writhed in pain, you didn’t beg for mercy.

He found it quite annoying when that happened. And during the reprieve of your pain you’d stare at the man above you, he noted your expression was blank and fogged over.

“I suppose she won’t be too annoying after all, but put something over her mouth it seems involuntary sounds aren’t able to be stopped,” overhaul said and swiftly left the room.

Quickly following his instructions you couldn’t feel as your head was secured down with a leather strap and a gag being placed into your mouth. Before you could keep your eyes open any longer you notice the world going dark and couldn’t find it in yourself to fight against it.

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Over the course of the next week the quintet of heroes scoured any camera footage they could from that night where you were, to find any clue as to where they had taken you. They searched all over the city, in the darkest back alleys, in the busy city centers hoping that in their disguises they’d catch a whisper somewhere.

But it was harder the longer you were gone the more antsy they all got, eventually Overhaul had made a broadcast a few days after you were taken.

“Hello pests of Musutafu, I’m sure you’ve all noticed one of your precious heroes is missing, and if you haven’t I shall enlighten you. Your precious Lady Magma has been missing for approximately 56 hours, a long time for a normal kidnapping case. But don’t worry she’s alive and well… well I suppose ‘well’ can mean many things.” He paused with a smirk, the screens in most of the city going blank; the few that remained were within the five heroes' agencies, as well as your own, which is where your bestfriends happened to be.

They looked at the screen in your office where they had created their central base in your case, they all had wanted to feel your presence even a little bit. “How does it feel to know you’ve failed? To know that I’ve taken one of the people you hold closest? To be helpless in getting her back?” Suddenly you were within the camera's view, you were on a bed and you were blurry but they knew it was you.

“Isn’t my new test subject lovely? I truly do enjoy having a new guinea pig. Well good luck on your pointless mission, perhaps I might see you in ten years when you finally figure out how to find me. My people are loyal, and they know the consequences if they aren’t.”

The video screen went blank with the Shie Hassaikai symbol displayed in red in the middle of the screen. The scent of nitroglycerin filled the room as Katsukis quirk involuntarily popped off. The resounding sound of electricity in the air did as well as Denki was trying his best to regain composure of his quirk unlike Eijiro who allowed his body to harden at it’s will.

The anger in the room was palpable, none of them enjoyed being baited and mocked, and the fact he showed you but gave no clues as to your condition frustrated them.

It wasn't until a full week after you were taken that they were able to find a possible location as to where the Shie Hassaikai hideout might be, but there was more than one possible location so they had to have three teams. Team A which Mina and Hanta went on with a handful of other volunteer pros as well as the heroes from their agencies. Team B being where Denki went to recruit some of the heroes he was familiar working with to assist him as well as his own agency. And finally team C where Katsuki and Eijiro were, Eijiro having recruited Fatgum and Suneater from the days of his internship as well as his agency, Katsuki recruiting the heroes who worked in his agency as they were the only ones he trusted.

All teams had to have police assistance and no one knew which one- if any would be right. The only way their plan would work is if they all attacked the potential bases at once, if they did it one at a time they run the risk of scaring the Shie Hassaikai off so they change locations and lose their chance to get you.

“Look none of you dumbasses are allowed to get hurt, got it?”

“Aw Kacchan cares,” Denki teasingly cooed at his friend in hopes of lightening the very heavy atmosphere.

“Of course I care, dunce-face. Look I just… I can’t handle anyone else I care about getting hurt,” his tone was serious and soft.

“Don't worry, we’ll all be fine,” Hanta assured, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, Katsuki gave him a nod in thanks.

“Come on guys, let's go get our girl,” Mina said, placing her hand out waiting for each person to fist bump her.

“You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up,” Eijiro said, keeping Katsuki back for a moment.

“Everything okay, shark boy?”

“Yeah I just… What if she’s not there Kats, I don't know how much more of this I can take- any of us can take. She’s such an important hero the whole city has been in chaos, crime levels going up like crazy the day after Overhauls broadcast.”

“I know, I know, I feel the same way. But we have to think positively- as shocking as it is for me to say that- but we can’t help y/n if all we’re doing is stressing about the bad what if’s.”

“I know I’m sorry I just, I feel so fucking guilty Katsuki, it kills me very moment she’s out there because all I can think is if I had done more, or if I followed my gut she would be here right now.”

“Eijiro,” Katsuki whispered, cupping the other man's cheek, “it’s not your fault, she’s a hero just like us. She knows the risks.”

Eijiro nodded but uncertainty lingered in his eyes and Katsuki knew that in the end there was truly nothing he could do to take away the guilt. As they left the all divided into their teams and headed to their respective raid spots, they were spread throughout the city so there wouldn’t be a high probability that any of the other teams would be able to assist if needed. Team A had made it to their location first as it was closest, teams B and C arriving at theirs around the same time as each other.

All they could hope for now is that one of them was in the right place.

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Your eyes opened blearily looking around the room, it was different than before with red lights flashing around you. And what was that noise, why was it so loud? The man was in his usual spot but he seemed hurried and frantic. Your mind was too foggy to process much of your surroundings.

It took all your willpower to not go back to sleep like you usually allowed yourself to, you knew something was wrong your hero instincts kicking in you just couldn’t figure out what.

As you began to rouse yourself more and more you caught snip-bits of orders being barked at the man, “Hurry up-”

“They’re almost through-”

“There isn’t time-”

“Rip it out-”

“She's still out-”

“She cant feel-”

The more you caught the more pain you could feel, as your body began to rouse you realized more of what was happening. Someone was causing them alarm and they needed to move you, and quickly. But the drug that fogged your mind began to kick back in, allowing you to catch only one more thing before sleep overtook you again.

“Forget her, she’ll die anyways.”

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“You don’t remember me… do you?” It was the softest whisper Katsuki had ever heard in his life, and as he looked over to you he could see you weren’t really waiting for a response because you already knew.

“No,” he paused, there was an ache in his chest anytime he looked at you and he couldn’t figure out why. “No I don't, I’m sorry… I’ve been trying to but i just…. I just can’t fucking remmeber”

“Suki,” you whispered, moving to place a hand on his knee but he watched as you retracted your hand, and part of him wished you hadn't. “It’s alright, you went through a lot.” And that was another mystery to him, what had happened to him? What had made it so he couldn’t remember the much smaller women beside him who so clearly needed him in some way. “Would you… would you like me to tell you? A-about your life I mean.” She played with her fingers and he could tell she was worried.

“Yes,” he sounded desperate, because he was. His mind was screaming for an answer and she could give him them, and maybe as she went he would understand what these feelings that swelled in his chest were. But as she was about to speak someone stood in the doorway quickly drawing her attention.

“Eij, wait no!” And before the man could come in she had somehow managed to push him out and close the door behind them both despite the other man being much larger than her.

“y/n/n, I know,” he said softly, trying to still move past you and get to his boyfriend.

“No Ei you don’t, because I asked to be the one to tell you” this had stopped him, his hand retracting from the door knob as he stared down at you.

“Tell me… what?” A note of fear reached his voice.

“Katsuki… doesn’t,” you took a deep breath releasing it as a sigh, “the damage from the villains quirk… it’s taken away his memory. And we don’t know for how long, but we do know… he doesn't remember much of anything, not me and… I don’t know if he’ll remember you either.”

The look on his face made you want to scream, you wanted to scream and lose control of your quirk until you found the villain and had him undo what he had done and then killed him. But you wouldnt and you knew that, because they needed you.

“He might… fuck will anything be okay, or is life just going to be all bad news from now on?!” He glared up at the ceiling, arms stretched wide asking for whatever God might exist to hit him again.

“Eij…” his arms dropped as your gentle hand made its way to his shoulder, “Ei it’ll get better, I promise. You have me for now, and I know… I know I’m not Katsuki, I can't replace your boyfriend nor would I want to! But… but I am still your best friend. And you have Hanta and Mina and Denki too.”

He nodded his eyebrows furrowed as he looked upwards, you could tell he was trying not to cry so to save him from having to try for you you wrapped your arms around him, too small to reach around his neck you settled for going around his waist.

“It’s gonna be okay Eij.” you felt his arms wrap around you and he could feel his body relaxing for the first time in over 20 hours, for the first time since the villain attack that was broadcasted all over Japan.

“Thank you….” he sighed deeply before pulling himself away, “okay… let’s go.”

“B-both… both of us?” You whispered, your voice fragile.

He didn't hesitate before turning around and placing his hand in your own, “of course.” he whispered and he couldn't help as his lips turned up just slightly at the relief on your face you could see Katsuki again.

As Eijiro pulled open the door you noticed the look of relief on Katsukis face as you both re-entered the room. “Bakugo,” you began, only to be cut off.

“Wait… why are you calling me Bakugo?” Katsuki whispered and he sounded so lost and you swore that maybe everyone could hear your heart break a little more.

“I-I didn't… I’m sorry suki. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just about to introduce your newest guest and out of habit I went formal, I apologize.” you bowed slightly.

“D-don’t bow, we... we’re friends right?” you straightened up nodding, “well then treat me how you would if I wasn’t in this hospital bed then. And if I… if I could remember you.”

Eijiro actually laughed at that, “well funny enough she actually is.” His laughter rang through the room, not how it usually did but fuck was it a pleasant and welcomed sound that you found yourself smiling from it.

“Katsuki this is Kirishima, Kirishima Eijiro.” You say smiling softly over at the tall redhead.

“Are you two dating or something?” Katsuki asked, his voice almost coming out annoyed. You felt your face heat up as Eijiro laughed, hating how your heart sped up at the idea.

“No me and y/n/n aren't together, I uh…” He hesitated looking at you and you nodded, encouraging him, “actually me and… uh me and you are together.”

Katsukis head snapped to him, “me and… you?”

Eijiro nodded rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, but don’t uh… don’t feel like you have to still act like my boyfriend or anything. Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean I’m going to overlook the fact that you don’t remember me.”

Katsuki smiled softly, “Thanks… Eijiro.” Kirishima's face flared at the use of his name from his boyfriend. And although Katsuki couldn’t remember him he knew that he enjoyed making the other man blush.

You let the silence linger, perhaps to give them a moment or perhaps to rein in the ache in your chest, but eventually you spoke up as you both sat down, Kirishima now taking the seat closest to Katsuki. “So suki, would you still like me to tell you about your life- I mean or Eijiro could if you prefer! I can go, should I go? Yeah I should probably-” you stood quickly making a move to leave but you were stopped by a hand on your wrist.

“Y/n/n.” Kirishima said softly, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin, “relax.” He could feel your muscles relaxing beneathe his grip but they didn't fully relax until you got a confirmatory nod from katsuki.

“I uh… can you tell me?” you heard katsuki whisper but you didn’t speak as you thought he was speaking to Eijiro. “Y/n?” He asked and your head snapped up to see both men looking at you.

“O-oh you meant me?” You asked wide eyed and both men's hearts sped up a little.

Katsuki nodded with a soft roll of his eyes “duh.” he whispered and unbeknownst to him that was a comforting sight for you and Kirshima because it was the closest he had been to himself since he woke up.

“Well I guess I should start with me and you, we met during the entrance exam to UA highschool, and we did not like each other when we first met. I thought you were arrogant, angry, self centered and just…. Rude. Honestly I don’t know what you thought of me, and then we both passed… and we were placed in the same class. Class 1A in the hero course to be exact. That’s where we met Eijiro, and damn was he determined to become your friend. Honestly I can’t pinpoint when he decided to be your friend and I don't think you can either huh Eij?”

The man in question shook his head with a small laugh before you continued, “I watched as you two became friends and well… honestly part of me was jealous. Why did the red headed shark boy get your admiration and friendship and not me? So then I decided I would become your friend too… and me and Ei went about it pretty much the same way.”

“And what way was that?” Katsuki asked with a small smile on his lips.

“By forcing our way to your heart! And honestly after a month or so I thought I had made no progress and it was useless, you responded to my texts with short responses, and you always seemed so annoyed when I was around, so i backed off-”

“Is that why we didn't see you for like a week?!” Kirishima said, staring at you like he didn't know all of this.

“Yeah Ei buuut then one day I see the angriest Katsuki I’ve ever seen marching my way.”

“Oh yeah! I remember that, I swore he was going to challenge you to fight or something.” Kirishima cut in.

“I did too! So imagine my shock when you grabbed my hand and dragged me to your room. I remember being so confused but honestly just shocked, no one had seen the inside of your room yet. No one! It was practically a sacred place and you had just dragged me into it. I remember you forcing me to sit down on your bed and shoving a text book and my notebook into my hand before you sat down at your own desk. And finally when I managed to stutter out the question of ‘um what are we doing?’ you answered as if I was an idiot.”

You cleared your throat trying to get your voice to sound more like his “‘Tch. Obviously we’re studying, shitty woman.’ And that’s when I knew I had made it, that I had managed to become friends with Katsuki Bakugou. It was honestly one of the happiest days ever so I texted Kirishima to get his ass over there and that was the first of many study sessions between us three. Eventually the rest of the squad got roped in, Denki being the first, honestly I think he earned your respect without really trying but his method was the same.

“Him and Kiri over here were pretty close so you all often worked together and I guess somewhere along the way you became friends. Then with Denki came Sero and with Sero came Mina. Eventually our ‘study sessions’ became more than that. We would hang out and spend time together outside of studying and eventually we all began hanging out in each other's dorms. Then Mina and Sero got together, we were all so happy about that because they had been pining forever. Denki got together with his boyfriend Shinso and then… then you and Kirishima got together-”

“Oh yeah, what ever happened to who you liked y/n/n?” Kirishima asked.

“W-what?!” You squealed, staring at him with wide eyes and your cheeks felt hot.

“Yeah, you used to talk about your crush with us and then when we all got with someone you just… stopped.” Kirishima whispered, staring at me with eyes full of questions.

“Well uh-” what were you supposed to say? Oh yeah well when you and Katsuki got together I lost my chance with both the people I like because they got together and I was, and still am too shy to ask if you both are polyamorus. You shook your head, “just didn't seem that important…. Uh well a-anyways.” you turned back to katsuki who was also staring at you in curiosity “don’t think that just because y'all went and got into relationships that we hung out any less, no way! We just integrated Shinso into the group and all began hanging out together.

“Then we graduated high school, all of us going into different hero agencies as sidekicks. Eventually you and Kirishima started up your own hero agencies first, moving so quickly through the hero ranks it gave me fucking whiplash!” You were talking more adamantly now, arms moving in crazy gestures and a bright grin on your face.

“Hey you say that like you weren't one rank behind me and only a month after we started agencies you did too!” Kirishima defended quickly, nudging you with a grin just as wide as your own.

“W-well I mean… uh well okay- whatever so yeah maybe I was right behind you guys! And it probably should have made me want to strive to be above you but I… I don't want to. I’m so proud of both of you for where you are and how far you’ve come. Kasuki you’re so close to becoming number one and Eijiro is number four. Everytime I look at the hero rankings and I see you guys move up or I see that you continue to push ahead of those who might be a few votes away from overtaking you I just- you both are such amazing heroes. Katsuki if you ever get upset over the fact you lost your memory don’t because you-”

“Hang on a minute y/n/n maybe we shouldn't uh… tell him about all that yet.” I stopped turning to Eijiro.

“Oh uh… right s-sorry. Got a little carried away, just… thank you Katsuki.” you stuttered out.

“No no wait a damn minute, I want to know! Why can’t I remember anything? Why are you thanking me?” Katsuki looked between me and Kirishima and you knew you had to, it wasn’t fair to keep it from him.

“I… I was kidnapped. It was… I was on a night patrol when I got grabbed,” one of your hands moved to the back of your neck, “I don't know how they overtook me and I know I should have been able to fend them off- they shouldn't have been able to- I should have-” you got stopped by a hand gently taking your own and removing it from it’s new place in your hair.

“It’s okay y/n… you’re okay, remember you’re safe. You don’t have to-”  you cut Kirishima off.

“No Eijiro, I- I can do this I just…” you took a deep breath squeezing his hand before looking at Katsuki and willing yourself to hold eye contact. “I was kidnapped during a night patrol, the only reason anyone knew was because of you. You had come over to make me breakfast after my night patrol- which is just something me and you started when we both picked up night shifts.

“I dont- I dont really know the whole story, that’s as much as you got the chance to tell me. But they had me for a week… not much happened that I can remember and I don’t know what their goal was, they kept me asleep most of the time, and the times I do remember... “ you trailed off for a moment.

“They were so weird, they were edging us on mostly but they came for the rest of our squad too. Trying to get us all more riled up then we already were, saying how they were doing horrible things to her. I think they wanted to make us mad, which they had of course but luckily our friends and fellow heroes kept us in line.” Kirishima filled in.

And then you continued, “I remember when I finally fully came to you… you were holding me. Just urging me to wake up and once I had I realized we were running-” but you were cut off.

“Wait… hang on a minute.” Katsuki was holding his head as he sat up farther.

Quickly you tried to apologize, “shit is it too much? I’m so-” but Katsuki had cut you off.

His voice came out strained, “I just- I think I remembered something.”

“W-what?” You and Kirishima said in union.

“You,'' Katsuki looked at you, his eyes screaming how worried he was as he reached out desperately and took your hand. His hands were running over your wrist where the marks that the binds had made but had now been healed and scarred thanks to a healing quirk. “You were tied up to a bed, they had your wrist and ankles attached to the posts, the skin underneath was- you- I had to get you out of there, I din’t care about anything else I just- fuck.” Katsukis voice broke as he pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Shhhh shhh it’s okay Katsuki, look I’m safe, you got me. You and Kiri got me.” Tears leaked from his eyes and onto your- really his- sweatshirt. “I’m alright, I’m safe now. They healed me and I’m okay now.” You whispered, trying your hardest not to cry and only holding it together as Kirshima placed his arms around both of you.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He whispered after a while, still holding you and Katsuki.

“No-no I can-” but you cut Katsuki off gently.

“No suki, I think… I think that's enough for today. We’ll talk more about it later.” He nodded but only once you had pulled away and he could see you were barely holding it together.

The rest of the day was spent talking to doctors and friends, the rest of the bakusquad coming in and telling stories all of which were kept happy and easy for Katsuki to comprehend and hopefully remember.

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“Eijiro,” you whispered softly in the now empty hospital room. Katsuki was taking a shower so you figured now would be a good time to get the full story on what had happened that night.

“Yeah y/n/n,” Eijiro looked at you and quickly put his phone away, seeing the serious look on your face.

“Can you… can you tell me what happened?”

“Yeah, of course I can y/n,” he didn't need you to specify what it was you wanted to know because this was the one thing he was somewhat dreading having to tell you. “It was a week after you were taken when we had three potential spots to find you. Me and Katsuki were on the team that had found the Shie Hassakai’s hideout...

Bursting through the door the heroes quickly filed into the building making their way down hallways in their groups they determined outside. Immediately upon their entrance several men in plague masks came and began to attack Eijiro, Suneater and Fatgum all stayed behind each taking on one or more of the gang members.

Eijiro’s agency headed down one corridor while Katsukis had gone the other way, one person broke off per room until finally Katsuki had gotten to the last door but to his frustration he found a stairwell.

He had heard yelling coming from the level above so he decided that that way was probably the best way to go. As he approached where the commotion was coming from he saw two members rush out of a room and run down towards the stairs. He quickly hid behind a wall before they saw him and as he swung his fist out explosions popped in his palm as he directly hit the first member.

Before Katsuki could get to the second member he had disappeared into the shadows, and as much as Katsuki had wanted to go after him his gut told him he needed to check that room.

Meanwhile downstairs Eijiro, Suneater and Fatgum had now been pushed back outside the warehouse. There were many members trying to flee from the building so the trio was constantly bombarded by the oncoming villains.

“Fuck how many people are in this fucking place?!” Eijiro yelled, frustrated at the fact he couldn’t get back inside to help.

“Don't worry Red Riot, everything will be fine. Our teams have it under control for now,” it was Fatgum who spoke to reassure the unbreakable hero.

“I know I just,” his fist slammed into the stomach of one of the villains effectively making him stay on the ground, “I’m worried.”

Luckily if there was anywhere the fight could have taken place they got the best spot, the warehouse the Shie Hassakais had taken residents in had lots of empty land around and wasn’t very close to the inner city so there was lots of land for them to fight on. But the bad thing was it would take the other teams longer to hopefully get here and provide backup.

Although of course they had planned for no backup to come, ‘assume the other teams can’t help you’ they had decided during the meeting. ‘We’ll try our best to get to the right location to help but there’s still a chance we won't be able to.’

Katsuki felt frozen, he had found you. As he rushed over to the bed all he could notice was the condition you were in. The straps holding you down the skin that was raw and bleeding beneath the binds.

Katsuki rushed to begin taking all the needles and tubes from your body, deciding to leave the straps on while he did so so none of your limbs would move and injure you more. He was shaking as he pulled everything from you, his anxiety skyrocketing at being unable to know your true condition.

He didn’t know if you could use your quirk, if you had been fed well or starved, if you were hydrated or not. He didn’t know what they had done to you and it was driving him insane. Finally as he got the last needle out he began to undo your binds.

“Shit,” he muttered, seeing how bad the skin underneath really looked. “Fuck what did they do to you?”

Finally as you were unbound from the bed Katsuki lifted you and booked it from the room. He had to think of an exit plan to get you to the ambulance that he knew was waiting outside.

“Y/n,” he called to you as he continued to run, “y/n I need you to wake up for me. Open your eyes y/n please.” At this point he had made down the stairwell and back to the main level and immediately he worried, the hallways and rooms all had different battles going on. But he knew he couldn’t stop to assist unless the situation was truly dire, their mission was to get you back and to safety so that had to be his main goal.

As he ran down the hall he was happy to see that no situation really needed him and he was able to move around any fight that was in his way.

“Y/n, please you have to wake up now,” he said anxiously worried you hadn’t really begun to stir. As he ran through the front entrance he was happy to see you begin to rouse slightly, “there you go come on y/n/n open your eyes for me.”

“What-” you woke up confused, the usual man who was above you no longer was, now it was a familiar face that you couldn’t place a name to at the moment. “What’s happening?”

“Hey there sweet cheeks, it’s time to wake up now,” the voice was soothing to hear, “you still know your name?”

“I… uh y/n y/l/n,” and when asked your hero name you answered then too, “Lady Magma.”

“Good, good. Glad to see you remember, you remember me?” And finally the fog had cleared from your vision and you could clearly see him again.

“Katsuki Bakugo, pro hero Dynamight,” you said with a small smile forming on your face.

“Oh thank fuck, you scared the shit outta me there for a minute,” Katsuki said a relieved smile forming on his face.

“Dynamight,” you heard a familiar voice call trying your best to turn your head so you could look at the owner of the voice.

“Red Riot, we got her everythings okay,” Katsuki called back in return.

Suddenly Katsuki stopped running, standing in front of Eijiro for a moment, “y/n!” Looking over at the red headed hero you smiled.

“I’m so sorry,” he continued “I should have followed my gut it’s my fault-“

“Eiji,” you called softly, grabbing his hand the best you could with your injured wrists. “It’s not your fault.”

Eijiro seemed to just stop at your words. You watched as the relief flooded him as tears pricked at his eyes, “thank you,” he whispered.

“Alright we got to get you to the medics come on let’s go,” Katsuki said as he began to move towards the medics once again.

You were about halfway there when suddenly there was an aggressive force throwing you from Katsukis arms.

Katsuki watched as you flung from his arms helpless to prevent you from slamming into the rock he was watching you be flung towards.

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It wasn't until a week later when Katsuki finally had asked you to fill in the story, making sure it was a time when just you and Kirishima were there and no one was scheduled to come see him for the rest of the day.

“Y/n,” he whispered and you stopped reading from the book that was resting on your lap, “can you… uh are you okay to finish telling me… how I… how I lost my memories?”

You smiled softly, nodding, making sure to mark the page before closing and handing the book off to Kirishima. “Yeah suki, I can do that. Just tell me if it’s too much okay?” he nodded quickly before you continued “its as I said, you got me out of wherever they were keeping me and then I woke up to us running. Then we caught up with Eijiro, who I suppose stayed outside of the hideout fighting off some of the villains. We started running, you were trying to get me to the medical unit on standby. But before we got there… before we got there we were attacked. You were hit from behind and I was thrown from your arms. I don’t remember much of the fight, I had hit my head and my vision was still swimming.

“But I remember when the villain stood over you, you were battered and bruised and I thought that it was over. But… well the only way I can describe it is that my legs moved before my mind had, all I know is suddenly I was in front of you using myself as a shield, but my quirk wasn’t working at the time, whatever they kept me on- the drugs they kept me on i mean- was able to hinder my quirk. Luckily Eijiro was nearby because he was able to use his unbreakable move to shield us.

“But by then the damage was done, you were passed out and I still had barely come to. You-you and kiri saved me, and… it’s my fault that you can't remember anything. And for the injuries both of you sustained-”

But before you could continue Kirshima had cut in, “y/n/n I told you it’s not, we knew the risk and we took it. You're our best friend, we just wanted you back and safe.”

You looked up with a frown still on your face and then Katsuki spoke up “look… I know I don’t remember everything, but one thing I know is that you mean something to me… like you mean a lot to me. There's just this part of me that knows, I know it sounds crazy, but I know that I did what I did without a second thought, and I know that I wouldn’t change how I did it if I had to do it again.”

You stared at him and a sense of relief washed over you. “T-thank you Katsuki, that uh… that really means a lot.” Shortly after Eijiro had dismissed himself to get drinks for everyone and most likely a moment for you and Katsuki to gather your thoughts.

You stared after him with a soft smile on your lips as he had cut you off before you could ask him to get your favorite drink with a musical response of “yeah yeah I already know short stuff.”

“It’s him isn’t it?” Katsuki whispered once he was sure the other man was gone, and you looked at him with a confused head tilt but the smile didn’t leave. “That crush you're still not over, it’s him,” he continued and your smile dropped

“W-what? I dont- I dont like anyone like that katsuki.” You tried to reassure but he had an unconvinced look on his face.

“Yeah, you do. When Kiri brought it up a while ago you got really nervous, I guess I only noticed everything because I’m kinda getting an outsider's perspective right now.”

“What do you mean ‘everything’?” you spoke some worry filling your mind, you were always so careful, how could you fuck it all up now?

“The soft smiles, the heated cheeks, the lingering glances and the touches that are just a little longer than those you give others.” You said nothing, shame welling up inside of you. “But it’s not just him is it?” and once again you found your head snapping to him. “It’s… fuck this sounds douchey, but it’s me too isn't it?”

“I’m sorry” you whispered as a tear leaked down your cheek, “I swear I would never do anything to mess up what you two have. I swear Katsu I’m perfectly fine just being your friend. You have to understand- that, you... p-please dont… I didnt- fuck” the tears had cut you off, you couldn't speak anymore.

“Wait, shit don’t cry. I’m not mad, and he-” Katsuki started quickly but he was cut off by the loud voice of his boyfriend.

“Hey I’m back did you mi- what… what happened?!” Kirishima said quickly, rushing into the room and setting down all the drinks.

“I’m sorry!” You said frantically. “I didn’t mean to- please I didn’t mean to.” Kirishima crouched in front of you grabbing your hands and turning to his boyfriend who also looked panicked.

“I didn’t mean to freak her out! I just wanted to tell her it was okay!” He said frantically.

“Tell her what was okay?” Kirishima practically growled, he hadn’t meant to but he was simply frustrated he didn’t know how to help.

Your head snapped up to Katsuki, your words were nothing but a whisper filled with denial. “It’s.. it’s okay?” You whispered looking over to Katsuki who smiled softly nodding.

“Of course it is dumbass, you really think I would do everything I do for you if I didn’t feel the same way?”

“Someone explain!” Kirishima exclaimed, “please!”

You both fell silent then but you spoke up first “Eij… I- okay first off just know I would do nothing to harm you and Katsukis relationship. Just say the word and then… then I will forget everything me and Katsuki just said and go back to normal alright?” He nodded, “I… I’m not over my crush from highschool… er crushes from highschool.” A look of realization began to dawn on him but you continued, “I… I’m- I really like both of you, and not just… not just in a best friend way.”

“You… we are your highschool crushes? That… that you’re… holy shit that you’re still really into!” And then a wide grin spread on his face.

You sat staring at him wide eyed as Katsuki barked out a laugh, “Fucking knew you’d be happy shitty hair.” Both your heads snapped to him.

“What did you just say?” Kirishima whispered.

“I said I knew you’d be happy. Why the fuck are you dumbasses staring at me like that?!”

“You-you called him shitty hair!” A smile broke on your face, thoughts of previous events forgotten for the moment. “And called us dumbasses!”

“Yeah dumbass of course I-” but he cut himself off realizing. “You guys didn’t tell me I used to call him shitty hair… I...I just remembered it!” He got up quickly pulling you both into his arms.

It was a relief to finally hear him remembering things on his own. That was the only reason he was still at the hospital, since it was assumingly a quirk related memory loss he hadn’t regained memory like he should have been. But now he was, and it was thrilling.

When you all pulled away his smile had morphed into a familiarly triumphant and cocky smirk, “were not finished here dumbass. But we’ll wait till I remember everything, give us all a little time to think. But you bet your asses I’m not giving you very much time” he finished confidently.

And he hadn't; it took him a remarkably short period of time before his memories were fully recovered. He had been settled into his and Kirishima's shared apartment for a few days after he had finally remembered his first memories.

As you were lounging around on your couch reminiscing on old memories you heard your phone chime the familiar ding signaling the blonde had texted you.

Suki: Both of you meet me at my place

Eij: You got it babe!

You: When?

Suki: Right now dumbass

You: oh, okidokie! On my way!

That’s all that was said before you and Kirishima arrived at their apartment at the same time.

“Oh hey y/n/n, wow we’ve got great timing!” you laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder taking you inside. But you both stopped in the doorway, jaws slack.

“What- what’s going on?” You whispered. There were candles lining a path to the dining room and all along the top of the table which had three places set.

“Babe?” Kirihsima called and both your breaths caught as Katsuki stepped into your view, the black button up he was wearing hugging his figure perfectly, and the sleeves that were partially rolled up were exposing his muscular forearms. His pants and shoes perfectly match his shirt drawing your eyes down his figure to take in every inch.

“See something you two dumbasses like?” he asked with a cocky smirk on his face.

“I happen to actually, yes.” Kirishima didn't hesitate to respond, pulling you farther into the apartment slightly before closing the door and removing his arm from you before going over and embarrassing his boyfriend who pulled him into a passionate kiss.

You felt out of place, like you were intruding on their intimate moment, part of you screamed at yourself to leave, but Katsuki had invited you, he had set three places at the tabel. Why were you here in such a romantic setting? Could this be what he was talking about in the hospital? Or was that wistful thinking? Were you underdressed for whatever the fuck this was? You had just gotten into comfy clothes when he texted so you hadn’t changed, maybe you should have. Should you have brought food, maybe drinks? Fuck what if-

“Oi dumbass!” Katsuki said waving a hand in front of your face effectively snapping you from your anxious thoughts. Although his words were harsh the way he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and carefully looked at you with soft eyes you knew he wasn’t angry. “You gonna come in or just stand there like a creep” it wasn't really a question because the next moment he was leading you farther inside.

“I-I just don't want to intrude, and I feel very underdressed right now.” you say sheepishly.

“You’re not intruding, dumbass, I invited you here for a reason, and I figured you’d feel that way so I have a change of clothes for you in the spare bedroom. Shitty hairs already getting changed, says I can’t look more manly than him. Tch”

“T-thank you Katsuki.” You said as you entered what would be one of the boys bedrooms had they not shared one.

“‘Course… princess.” the last word was mumbled and you thought maybe you had misheard it but before you could ask he had already disappeared into the other bedroom or perhaps another room in the apartment.

When Kirishima heard the door click shut he nudged his boyfriend, “Princess eh? I don't get cute little nicknames like that.” Although his words could say he was upset the bright grin on his face revealed he was anything but.

Katsuki rolled his eyes moving over his boyfriend's teasing, “you sure about this Ei?” Katsuki whispered cupping the red heads cheek one set of eyes mirroring the other with the emotions they shared, both for each other and more recently admitted, you.

“Of course I am, we talked about it, I know you love me you know I love you… and we both love her.” he paused squinting at the blonde, “Are you ready for this? We can just pretend today is to celebrate your memories being restored and her being back.”

Katsuki nodded firmly, “I don't do anything I’m not sure of.” And Kirishima knew that so once they shared one more quick kiss they returned to the dining room and a few moments later you walked out.

You cleared your throat softly, “uh… w-where should I s-sit?” you whispered but they said nothing, minds going blank at the sight of you and while Katsuki could keep his jaw from dropping Kirishima couldn't.

“Damn you look… wow.” Kirishima whispered. Katsuki nudged him harshly before moving behind a chair and pulling it out.

“‘Course she does, shitty hair, I picked out the outfit!” He continued to stand behind the chair waiting “well? You gonna come sit here or what?” You quickly moved and sat into the chair as he pushed it in for you trying to ignore the embarrassment that heated up your cheeks.

“So manly babe!” Kirishima said as he sat across from you and you noted that the red button up he wore looked like the color was made just for him. Katsuki sat in the middle of you both at the head of the table.

A light blush covered his cheeks at the compliment from his partner, “Of course I’m fucking manly… dumbass.”

Most of the night was spent talking and enjoying the food Katsuki had made, only when the chewing had died down and it was mostly chatter did Katsuki grab your hand. You choked on air, your eyes flicking from your hands to Kirishima but he was simply smiling at you reassuringly.

“Look, I think we all know what this dinner was really for.” Katsuki said his tone was surprisingly soft, you and Kirishima both nodded. Admittedly, your nod was more hesitant than Kirishimas.  “Okay then, look y/n me and Kiri have already talked about it,” stomach dropping you couldn't help but think the worst. “We both agree here that-”

But you cut him off, afraid to be rejected, not wanting to hear it actually leave their lips, “look it’s okay i get it! You dont… you don’t have to say it, I mean… Please don't.” you hated how fragile you sounded, hated how you doubted yourself despite what Katsuki had said in the hospital.

“I don't think we’re on the same page here y/n.” Kirishima said, reaching across the table and grabbing your other hand.

“I-I’m sorry… I really just don’t want to be rejected, so if that’s what you're going to tell me please don’t.”

“We’re not going to reject you y/n/n.” Kirishima whispered softly.

“I was actually going to say we both agree that our feelings for you are far beyond platonic… and when I… when I couldn’t remember anything I could tell that your feelings for us aren’t platonic either. I was staring at our- or part of our dynamic from an outsider's perspective and I finally figured out why everyone thinks we’re dating. I mean this dumbass stares at you like a lovesick puppy.” he said, nudging Kirishima with his free arm sending a smirk towards the red head.

“I-I do not! She's just…” he looked at you with a dopey smile forming on his face, “really pretty.” You could feel your cheeks heat up from the compliment.

“And there's your most dead give away y/n/n, you're very responsive to things me and Kiri say and do, even the most simple things will most likely get a reaction out of you.” You moved to defend yourself but he continued, “I didn't say it was a bad thing dumbass, but that’s not the point. Even when I didn't have my memories… I knew I felt the same way. It was like… like this ache in my chest whenever I looked at either of you, and I just wanted you guys to stay close to me. My heart and body knew what my mind had forgotten,” he blushed at the matching looks of adoration on you and Kirishima's faces.

“So, after that night when the doctors finally let Katsuki out and he was back here we talked. After all we had a lot to discuss, to reassure.” You nodded a part of your heart aching at the thought of putting them through any emotional turmoil, but the ache was ripped away as Katsuki spoke up.

“It was honestly one of the easiest conversations we’ve ever had. It was just so right, the second one of us started at least. I think Kirishima just said how your hair had looked good that day or something and we just kept going, saying things we loved about you until we both just looked at eachother and it was like a silent ‘we love everything about her’ moment.”

“R-really?” You whispered, swearing your heart was about to beat out of your chest. They nodded quickly.

“And then we just kinda reassured ourselves that our feelings for eachother were the same. It was honestly way easier than I thought it would be but me and Katsu prioritize communication in our relationship since… since you never know as Pro-heros when-” he cut himself off shaking his head “that’s not what we’re here for. We’re here too- well I think it’s pretty obvious.” Kirishima said, smiling at you.

You smiled back shyly “I mean… I would kind of like to hear it… officially that is.”

Katsuki chuckled, “I dont think your brain would let you rest if you didn't.” He cleared his throat before speaking again “y/n y/l/n... would you like to be our girlfriend?”

The grin that lined your face also had lined their own as you stood up and quickly moved around the table so you’d be able to pull both of them into a hug. “Of course I will be!” And as their arms wrapped around you with all feelings finally out in the air you truly felt like you were home.

[cheesy-jokes]

hi guys

its

SO BAD AT THIS POINT IDK WHAT TO DO ANYMORE SO I THOUGHT I'D COME HERE AND ASK FOR HELP

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST

okay so.

im an achievement hunter and IM REALLY CLOSE TO GETTING ALL THE ACHIEVEMENTS FOR OVERWATCH BUT

this freaking... baptiste achievement...

Window of opportunity ( amplify 2000 combined damage and healing without dying )

Guys.

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING AND SAD BUT IM TELLING YA'LL SO THAT MAYBE YOU'LL FEEL BAD AND WANT TO HELP ME

i played maybe

1 or 2 hours on bap just for fun

the rest was hunting this achievement.

yknow how many hours i have on him rn?

.....

..

..

.....

90 HOURS.

I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE

IM ASKING EVERYONE AND ANYONE TO HELP ME OUT

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SHOOT THROUGH MY ULT AND TRY TO KEEP ME ALIVE BUT I CAN DO MY BEST TO HANDLE THAT MYSELF

please just shoot through my ult

IDC IF YOU THINK YOURE BAD AT THE GAME

OR IF U THINK UR A GOD AT THE GAME

ANYONE CAN HELP AT THIS POINT BECAUSE RANDOMS JUST ARENT HELPING

IF YOU WANNA GROUP UP AND HELP ME OUT I WOULD APPRECIATE IT MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE 😭

you don't have to go on mic yourself but i might hop on just so that the communication is a bit better!!! and so i can let you guys know how much damage i have, etc.

SO YOU DONT HAVE TO TALK !!

and real quick, just a little about me. im 20 years old and australian! you can call me cheese, mylo or huntress! im a junkrat, lucio and dva ( and now junker queen ) main at heart and would LOVE TO PLAY THEM BUT I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THIS ACHIEVEMENT IS DONE

and if you guys need any help with achievements, DEFINITELY LET ME KNOW! i would love to help in whatever way i can! MAYBE WE CAN EVEN HAVE A LITTLE ACHIEVEMENT HUNTING GROUP ❤️

alright so ill stop crying now

IF YOURE INTERESTED, JUST LEAVE A COMMENT OR SEND ME A PM!!! THANK YOU SM FOR READING

[sithara-studies]

First love???

Almost a month ago

Most of the scenes happen in my school bus (so the seating arrangements' divided half for the boys and girls, you'll know later why I'm saying this) Also the friend mentioned here is @aislingisstudying, I'm just too lazy to tag her everywhere so I'm referring her as friend

me: *looks at a boy and thinks his hair is really cute* *turns towards friend* Don't you think that boy's hair looks really cute?

friend: mhm yeah it is actually cute. Do you want me to go and say it to him?

me: What the fuck no, that's really embarrassing

friend: nahh i'll go and tell

me: bruh stop it would be really embarrassing

friend: fine okay then

10 minutes later

me: you know what, go. Go and compliment him from my side

friend: okay my guts level has gone poof you should have used to the chance before

me: mhm okay whatever

20 minutes later

me: you know what, i'll go and say it to him myself. Anyway I'll leave this school in like 3 or 4 months so i'll just say

friend: fine go ahead

5 minutes later

him: *getting out of this bus*

me: Hey dude!

him: *turns back*

me: your hair looks cute!

him: *traumatized or surprised eyes under the mask and leaves the bus*

all girls around me: *surprised eyes and giggling* you okay? have you gone out of your mind?!

A week ago

so me and my friend was sitting was the end of the girls side and my guy came and sat right behind us. OKAY LIKE RIGHT BEHIND US and the mf bus conductor and tells us to sit in front of the bus. So when we sat and settled down, behind us were our friends in 12th grade-

me: DUDE WE WERE SO CLOSE AND THIS CONDUCTOR CAME AND UGHHHHH

friend: I KNOW RIGHT YOU WERE LIKE THIS CLOSE *pinches fingers*

12th graders: okay what are you guys talking about?

*me and my friend narrates the story and shows the guy*

12th graders: Ohh we know his info, his name's ***** and he's in 12th grade PCMB and like he's an introvert and he watches anime and he's from hyderabad

me: INTROVERT??!!! HYDERABAD(im also from the same place and finding a hyderabadi in my school is like finding a needle in a haystack)???!!!! SCIENCE?????!!!!!!!!!!! *excited faces, hand gestures and noises*

friend: chill okay?

me: okay you have his snap?

12th grader: I have insta but like I'll give his snap too

me: omg thank youu!!!

Today

I actually got his snap 2 days back but I had my hindi exams going on so I sent him request today. So here's the texts-

me: *goes on snap, checks his snap id and takes a screenshot to send to my bsf*

after a few minutes

him: you took ss??...

me: *me realizing that people can see screenshots* Oh im sorry I actually meant to take my friend's but took urs btw hi

him: Oh ok hi

me: Um kinda awkward but do u remember like the compliment tht u got while leaving the bus?

him: yeah I do why?

me: oh well I said that 😅

him: oh thanks ig 😂

me: oh lol okay But lik I still wonder lik y u gave like a traumatised expression that day 😂

him: I was just trying to see who said that lol

me: Oh I thought u got offended or smth 😂

him: Nahh I can't remember who it was tho Like the face I just left cuz my stop was there How did u find my snapchat btw..?

me: Ahh I get it Uhhh that's sources lol i mean friends help to find socials??

him: Oh but I dont follow anyone from our school tho? It's a bit weird so that's why..

me: Oh okay

him: 👌

me: oh btw u up for streaks?

him: oh yeah sure i really need streaks i was about to ask *sends a picture of this fingers*

me: *internally crushing* oh ok

him: What😂? ur just there lol it's kinda creepy TYPE SOMETHING

me: Lolol I'm actually double texting on discord so 💀💀💀

him: oh oh makes sense ☠️

me: yea 💀

Idk what to talk next 😭😭😭 I wanna make convo but like idk what to talk about without being so awkward. Now I know ya'll will say to talk about anime but I dont watch anime too 😭 So give me tips <3 and he's my first crush (boys at my school mostly don't look attractive to me)

[qillmhi]

hi hi! I've read your 2k12 tmnt and they're just so beautifully sad 😭 I don't wish to go to sleep crying so~ if you could, can I request a happy one? (If possible a Leo one) Also, I love your stories so much! Keep it up!

Girl! I gottchu! Thank you so much for your patience❤

Leonardo Hamato have faced many enemies ever since he and his brother came up to the surface. He knew what they were risking when they decided to dedicate their lives to save others. He sacrificed blood, sweat and tears through every encounter and barely even survived a few in order to protect the ones he loved and even ones who didn't know of their existence.

It is a heavy responsibility to take, and one he is proud of more than anything.

But right now, it would seem that he had finally came face to face with his greatest foe.

Puberty.

Aight, I know, I know! Soooo dramatic! And sure, getting taller without having to worry about acne is an advantage, yes but when puberty decide it was okay to make you sound like a goat choking on a corn with every sentence---its not gonna be a fun experience.

Thankfully the first time it happened was when he was reciting Splinter's teachings, as he usually does in his free time.

When his voice did that awkward high pitched squeak, he knew he was done for. Had his brothers heard him, they would not have mercy.

The thought of it sends shivers down his shell.

In order to counter his dilemma, Leo had gone a zippy spree where he would just stand aside, brooding silently to save face. Like one of those cool alpha dudes in movies that give off the silent commander vibes, when in reality he--- as Raphael quoted, 'Looks like a guy trying to hide a fart in the corner'.

If Leo had to speak, it would be short and quick.

Oddly enough, none of his brothers were having the same problem.

Which makes it even worse and totally not fair! Like seriously?! WHY only him???? They were definitely going to notice!!

Not only that, but Leo can see your saddened expression everytime he barely talks to you, instead of engaging in a conversation with you like usual.

It made him feel horrible, but didn't know what else to do but to avoid any discourse!

One day while he was heading for the kitchen, he overheard you talking to one of his brothers.

"I just don't know what I did wrong Mikey.." Leo leaned on the wall to listen in more.

"Hmmmmm..." Mikey thought hard "You think maybe he's replacing you?"

WHAT?!

He heard you sniff "What...?"

"He's been hanging around and sparring with dear ol' big sister lately. Heck he barely even talks to any of us!" It was Raph this time. "He thinks he's so high and mighty! What? Is he too good to talk to his own brothers and friend now?" Raph snorted like a bull.

"They do have a point? Leo often leaves the lair without telling anyone. You think he's going out to meet Karai?" Casey butted in.

Meanwhile Leo had his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his own brothers were talking about him behind his back like this!

"I see." He heard shuffling " I'm uh... going to head home early. Still got homework to do." Oh god you sounded like a kicked puppy.

"Need me to walk you home, shorty?" Raph offered.

You shook your head "No its okay. Thanks but I want to be alone for a while though." Leo heard you walk out of the lair.

Leo was already biting his fingers, silently screaming profanities in his head. What the heck was that?! WHY are they saying those things to you?! None of those lies are true!!!!!

After a few moments, Leo ran like a mad man through the sewers in search of you.

"Ya'll think he heard us?"

"Oh he definitely did."

Karai poked her head out from the dojo "You guys are fucking assholes."

Just as you were about to close the manhole, you were stopped by Leo's voice.

"(Y/n)! Please wait!" Leo jumped out of the sewers.

"L-Leo?!" Before you could ask whats going on, the leader in blue held your hands in his.

"Look I'm so sorry! I'm sorry that I *ehem* have been avoiding you! I promise I *hmckh* didn't mean to upset you!" He awkwardly apologised.

You raised an eyebrow "Why are you talking like that? Are you okay?"

Leo cleared his throat again. "Yes I am! I just *rhmmg* have something in mind. I promise *cough* it's not what you think!"

All your previous sadness turned to concern "Man, you're acting weird. Is there something wrong with your throat? Should we get Donnie-"

"NOoO-" He slapped his hands on his mouth. Fuck.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Leo? Is your voice going through puberty?" You placed your hands on your hips with that 'you ain't leaving 'till you answer' stare.

"I-I..." Leo looked down. There's no going back now. "Yeah..."

"And is that why you've been quiet lately? Why you've been avoiding to talk to me?" All the pieces were coming together.

"....yes.."

"DUDE!" Oh you how you wanna smack the mask off his face "We've known each other for years! Do you think I'll see you any less just because of your voice?" You couldn't believe the ridiculousness of this boy! Here you are thinking you did something wrong and this dumbass was just going through puberty!

Leo felt embarrassed at his childishness. A good leader is someone who communicates with others, and he just failed to do so.

"I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner (Y/n)." He cringed at the sudden pitch.

You didn't seem to mind. In fact, Leo could see your mood had gotten brighter than it was a minute ago.

That was enough to wipe away all of Leo's embarrassment.

You sighed and hugged your dumb turtle "Next time you feel troubled, just tell me, okay?"

Leo lightly laughed and returned your hug "I promise to come to you next time."

"Good!" You chirped then pulled him closer "Because if you do this again, I will tie you up---Shibari style and treat you like a piñata, do you understand me?" You whispered threateningly.

Leonardo gulped in cold sweat at the sudden menacing tone of your voice.

"O-Okay......."

"Good!"

"...y-you're not really gonna do that are you?"

"Don't test me, Mr. Voice McCrack!"

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

[muffindaddystyles]

SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Or

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood. 

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him. 

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive. 

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver. 

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying. 

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing. 

Poor little thing. 

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out. 

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them. 

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed. 

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you." 

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks. 

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She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma. 

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall. 

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two. 

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human? 

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt. 

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human. 

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees. 

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.] 

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars. 

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him. 

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her. 

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick 

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White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen. 

She literally heard her saying mean mommy. 

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?" 

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched. 

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders. 

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?" 

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins. 

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table. 

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap. 

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot. 

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet." 

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on. 

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again. 

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal. 

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins. 

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

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Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf. 

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that. 

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family). 

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine. 

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions. 

They didn't talk about it at all after that. 

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother. 

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry. 

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head  vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably. 

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course. 

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines. 

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him. 

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered. 

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth. 

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses. 

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?" 

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

[wornoutmouse]

Iwaizumi x poc

Warnings: locker room smex, agressesive, light degradation

Can ya'll tell I don't know shit about volleyball rules. Can ya also tell I ain't finished Haikyuu so I'm writing for people I don't even know lmao.

"Damn it!" Iwaizumi cursed as he missed the spike once again making you sigh, he was never in good spirits after a bad game. The score was 3-10 and you could almost taste the hostility in the air. "Aw, man! I really overstepped out there!" You heard a 1st year on the other team groan as he drinks water on the sidelines. You smile warmly, "Don't worry about it, you did great!" You give a big thumbs up making the boy look at you confused but he returned the enthusiasm anyway. Facing back on the court you jump at the piercing look your boyfriend was giving you.

You roll your eyes and signal for him to pay attention to the game. He knew that no matter who a person was, you weren't one to be mean. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa called out to you, "Watch this!" Oikawa takes a step back before serving the ball only to slip and hit Iwazumi in the back of the head effectively giving the ball to the other team. You cover your mouth to hide your laughter but it was no use as Iwazumi slowly turned to look at you with a menacing glare. You quickly face away from him pretending as if you were checking your edges.

In the end, you guys lost which didn't blow over with your boyfriend so you decided to give him space. As the other team got on their bus to leave, the boy you had cheered on ran up to you and bowed deeply, thanking you for your kind words. "Oh don't worry about it dude, just showing my sportsmanship!" He laughs before running onto his bus as his teammates call him a simp. Later in the locker room, you find yourself folding your boyfriend's jersey. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa calls out making you smile and wave at him before returning to your task. "What is it hon." you respond placing the clothes into the locker. "I was thinking, Iwa-chan was looking really scary today." Oikawa shivered.

"You know how passionate he is Kawa, just give him some space and you'll be fine." you reassure him just as Iwaizumi walks into the locker room. The locker room was eerily quiet so it wasn't hard for you to hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. "Hmmm your still here." Iwaizumi mumbles acknowledging Oikawa's presence but focusing mainly on you.

You glance at Iwazumi and nod softly as to not agitate him any further than he already was. "You know I gotta wait for you babe." you chuckle as you feel wet hands wrap around your exposed waist. "Eww your wet!" Oikawa makes fake gagging noises, "And that's my cue!" he says leaving the locker room with a small wave.

You chuckle, "Babe, come on, get your cold hands-off they tickle-" "Shut up."

You jump as you're slammed into the locker quickly latching onto the shelves in front of you. "Babe-" you feel Iwazumi's fingers force their way into your mouth and the rough pads of his fingers press down on your tongue. Iwaizumi's hands come up to cup your butt before roughly pulling down your pants. "Not in here babe it's not professional!" Iwaizumi scoffs, "You mean how you were professionally flirting with that bastard on the other team!?"

You squeak as Iwaizumi pushes your back down making your butt poke out. "I wasn't-" Iwaizumi slaps your ass before griping it harshly in his hand. "You let him look at what's mine Y/N. I bet if he asked, you'd let him even touch wouldn't you!?" You shook your head flinching as Iwaizumi rubs rough circles into your clit sending tremors of pleasure throughout your body. "Your body still knows who it belongs to though." Iwaizumi responded smugly, collecting your fluids with his fingers, bringing them up to you for you to lick off.

Iwaizumi goes to your ear and whispers harshly with his teeth grinding together. "I'm not in the mood for your excuses right now Y/N so do me a favor and keep your mouth shut."

Getting on his knees, he spreads your ass apart roughly moaning at the sight of your wet pussy. "Don't make a sound." is all you hear before Iwaizumi sucks gently on your folds. You sigh, swishing your hips more into Iwaizumi's face making him growl and slap your ass. "Stop moving." You halt your hips and try to stop yourself from reacting as you grip the metal locker shelves in front of you. The way Iwaizumi's tongue delved deeper inside of your velvet walls, gently massaging your g-spot, was sending you to cloud nine with pleasure.

After a while, he pulls away out of breath with your juices shining on his chin as his angry eyes glared at you. He stands up caressing your lower back before delivering a hard slap to your ass as he pushes his shorts below his crotch making his hard member flip out slapping against his stomach. Grabbing the back of your shirt, Iwaizumi raises you slamming the locker door closed and pressing you back against the locker. "Hey, you don't have to be so rough!" you complain as you feel the cool metal searing your fae.

Iwaizumi doesn't respond as he coats his dick with your fluids before pushing the tip slightly in. "I want you.." Iwaizumi trails off as he holds your hip in place going deep in thought. He watches with hawk-like concentration, the small sheen of sweat that accumulated on your back. He contemplated if he wanted to carry you out of the gym or allow you the ability to walk. "Every time, I fuck into your cunt, I want you to tell me who you belong to." You glance back behind you but before you could respond in question, you are filled to the brim with his cock.

You whine loudly as your cunt was abused but this was not an adequate response for Iwaizumi as he bends over you, taking hold of your neck gripping it securely. "Who do you belong to?" he asks accentuating each word with a thrust. You attempt to babble out a sentence unsuccessfully, "I -fuck- I.. Slow down, -crap!" Iwaizumi grips your neck harder effectively cutting off your air circulation. "I said, who. do. you. belong. to. slut!" You whine as your cunt is forced to spread wider with each thrust to accommodate how his cock thickened as it got closer to the base.

Giving up on getting an appropriate response, Iwaizumi stands up fully keeping your bent over with a firm hand on your lower back as he fucks into you. He throws his head back as he rubs his exposed abs with his other hand. "Oh yeah let me hear you." You stomped your right leg rapidly as Iwaizumi opened you up with his cock. "This is what happens when you want to be an attention whore right Y/N?" You shook your head moaning so loudly that you could hear it echoing back to you as the sound bounced off the walls. Your ass started to burn as you received a multitude of slaps from Iwaizumi's slender hand. "Could that fucking twink fuck you like this Y/N?" "N-No." you cried out weakly

Iwaizumi hummed with mock pity, "No? Are you sure?" Iwaizumi raised his leg by positions his foot on a smaller open locker next to you. "I don't think you understand my question. Who is the only person that can make you feel like this?" Iwaizumi wraps a hand around you rubbing circles into your clit making you come closer to your impending orgasm. "Only you Iwai! Fuuck~ only you." your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision is clouded with white.

"Do you want me to come in you, think you deserve it?" in your haze, you nod your head uttering silent pleas. "You gotta say thank you when I cum okay baby?" You moan as Iwaizumi speeds up his thrusts putting his foot down to get a better grip on the floor as he practically fucks you into the foundation of the locker. "I'm cumming, and you better take it all baby!" he growls griping your ass cheeks so hard there were sure to be bruises left behind.

Iwaizumi finally cums in you after a final thrust, shoving you flush against the locker, making sure you were stuffed. You softly cried out dazed as Iwai gently rocked into you riding out his aftershocks of pleasure.

He helps you pull your pants back up and softly adjusts your hair to show some semblance of order. "Now what did you learn?" You lazily smirk, "That I should talk to the other team more." Iwaizumi sighed but you don't miss the small smile that showed on his face.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [7]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

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Your heart physically dropped when he said that. You felt sick. Your palms were sweating and shaking. The air around you grew dense and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move for that matter.

Ruin?

What would he do to you if he found out that you weren’t really a princess? That you were a fake lying to him this whole time. It made you sick, just imaging every cruel thing he could do once he found out. But then you remembered, he wasn’t like all the rumors you heard. He was different. He was kind and understanding. He wouldn’t really ruin you if he found out, would he? You shook away the thought. The more you think about it, the more you were likely to get caught.

You were completely exhausted from all that labor you produced in a week’s time. Town after town, you were able to help his people even if it was just a little bit. But it sure depleted a lot of energy out of you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this drained before in your entire life. It’s not like you had to do hard physical labor back at the palace. This experience was hard on you but also gave you insight on the prince and his kingdom.

Completely drained of your energy, you sat down on one of the tree trunks his soldiers brought for you at the camp not far away from the village you were at. The impoverished village didn’t have enough shelter as is, so you were left with no option but to set up your own shelter. It wasn’t a big deal to you anyway since that’s how you’ve been spending your nights so far.

All the soldiers had gathered around to take a breather for the night and drink away the stress. You weren’t a drinker, but enjoyed the atmosphere the soldiers created: fun and rowdy, like they didn’t give a care in the world. They were dancing on tables, clinking their drinks together, singing songs while hooking their arms around each other’s shoulders.

You laughed at the sight and stretched out your arms. How you wanted to continue the night away but your muscles were soar and aching. A physical exhaustion that you weren’t used to and didn’t want to get used to.

Bakugou was watching his crew from the door, arms crossed and enjoying his crew have fun. He was never the one to be center of attention, so he had his own fun from the back. He saw the way you extended your arms, faced wincing from how sore you were. Cute. It was your last night of volunteer work, why not end the night with something special?

You felt the Blood Prince’s breath sneak up behind your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. You look up at him and he’s giving you those soft yet piercing eyes. He goes to sit next to you and everything is just… peaceful. In that moment you felt content. You felt free. If this was how life was out of the palace, if this was more to life than just serving a spoiled princess, then you didn’t want to leave.

“I am impressed, princess,” Bakugou spoke. “This whole trip, you never, not once sat out. You helped the whole time. Are you sure you’re a princess?” he side eyed you.

“If I am not a princess, then what am I?” you asked back. (y/n), what are you doing? You could expose yourself and everything would be ruined! But for some reason, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to know his reaction and how he would respond. Maybe you would give up your whole mission for him.

“An innocent and hardworking beauty that is not a princess. She is my future queen who will help me restore this kingdom.” He came closer to you, meaning every single word. Your eyes softened and you got emotional, almost to the point of tears. He’s smiling at you, but suddenly gets up. But gestures for you to take his hand. Of course you did.

“I want to show you something,” he says and leads you away from the crowd of people and into the woods.

You two were walking for a while, your hand in his the whole way. He hadn’t told you where he was leading you to but it had to be something special if he was dragging you to what seemed like all across the country to get to your destination.

“Your highness, are we almost there yet?” you asked, fatigue hitting you once again.

“Almost,” he responds, continuing to look ahead. You huffed and held on tight to his hand so you didn’t get lost or left behind. After a few more minutes of walking, you felt the air get hotter and thinner. Bakugou smiles in front of you, looking excited.

“We’re here,” he announces. He pulls back these huge leaves, revealing a natural hot spring. The water was clear enough that you could see right through it, steam rising from the water, and rocks surrounding it, creating this gorgeous, peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, getting closer to the hot spring.

“You like it? None of my men know about this place,” he says.

“It’s beautiful!” you continue to gasp, feeling the water with your hands. The heat of the water made you giddy and you couldn’t wait to hop in.

“You deserve it,” Bakugou comes up to, whispering in your ear. His statement made you blush, but this time, you didn’t hide it. He smirks behind you and you heard something falling to the floor. You dare turn around to see Bakugou shirtless, discarding his clothes one by one. As if your face wasn’t hot enough, steam was coming out of your ears with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” you freaked out, turning around immediately.

“Getting in,” he said in the most obvious tone of voice.

“Together?”

“You’ll be on one side and I’ll be on the other,” he points out a huge rock, separating the hot spring into two pools. That seems a little better, but the idea of soaking in a hot spring together with the prince was nerve wracking.

“Princess, you can enter first, if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. When you turn to look at him, he already had his back turn out of respect for you.

So you undress and enter the heated water, noticing that all your muscles relaxed and the aches started going away as soon as you hit the water. You lean the back of your head on the rock and allow yourself to fully relax and destress. You could hear water splashing from the other side of the rock, indicating that Bakugou had also entered the water. Humming in satisfaction. You grew deeper and deeper in the hot spring until your nose was sitting on top of the water.

“Princess, I realize that I don’t know your name,” Bakugou spoke. Your name? You stayed silent. Was it wise to use your own name or should you continue to play as the princess?

“(y/n).” you decided.

“(y/n),” Bakugou repeated, elongating your name as if he stopped saying it, it’d disappear from him forever. The way your name left his lips felt like butter to him. He couldn’t help himself from repeated your name over and over again in his mind. You giggled and looked over the rock, arms crossed and head resting over them.

“Your highness, allow me to scrub your back,” you offered. Bakugou waved his hand while shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You shall not attend to me. We’re here to relax,” he had to remind you. But you insisted.

“But I want to, Prince Bakugou,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip.

“The high and mighty princess wants to wash the blood Prince’s back?” he questions playfully. He glances back to see you resting on top of the rock, giving him your big doe eyes.

“If you insist,” he gave up. He turns his back again, making sure to give you the privacy you needed to be able to come over to his side. You make your way over to him, covering your breasts in case. When you got settled behind him, you started washing his back.

You expected Bakugou to have scars from his many battles he’s had, but you didn’t expect his back to be covered in decolored and deformed wounds. Unknowingly, your hands went up to caress each scar.

“Does that frighten you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it makes you very brave.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. Only the sound of water running and insects in the background could be heard. That was until you felt poke your butt. The hairs on your body hiked and you screamed as loud as you could, rising from the water in panic.

“Princess!” Bakugou instinctively put protection mode on, shooting up from his place to see what the danger was. You immediately clung to him, Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. What Bakugou saw wasn’t an enemy but rather, a wild Japanese macaque monkey poking his head out of the water.

“Shoo!” Bakugou scared the monkey out of the water and back into the forest. Bakugou grunted and relaxed his shoulders. “Damn monkeys. I thought they only came out during the winter season. Are you okay, prin…cess,” he looked down at you only for you to look up at him with your exposed chest fully pressed against his chest. Now this could easily be the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out another scream, using all your force to slap him across the face. Bakugou wasn’t expecting such a reaction and it caught him off guard. You put for much force into the slap that Bakugou flew back and fell into the water. You ran out of the spring, covering up as fast as you could.

Bakugou had never been so flustered in his life. He was a blushing mess and now the image of your naked breasts on him could not escape his mind. He needed time to calm himself down and a certain friend from getting too excited.

When you both had returned back to the rest of the crew, everybody had been knocked out cold from the alcohol. Thank goodness, because they couldn’t see how awkward you two were at the moment. That night, you slept in the tent again while Bakugou camped outside.

But you couldn’t sleep. How could that situation happen to you, out of all people? You weren’t sure how much he saw of your naked body. Maybe he didn’t see anything at all. But you saw the expression on his face, he definitely saw something. You covered your chest and closed your eyes. To think that a man saw your body and it wasn’t even your wedding night.

You felt the wind enter your tent, the chill making you shiver. If it was cold inside the tent, it must be extra cold outside. Bakugou was sleeping outside. You bit your lip in confliction. You wanted him to be warm but that means you had to confront him. Ah, fuck it. You opened your tent and saw Bakugou resting on the grass with his cape wrapped around him. And it wasn’t doing a very good job because you could see him shivering. He couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

“Would you like to come inside?” you invite him in.

“It’s for you, princess,” he reminded you.

“I understand. But it’s too cold to be sleeping out here. Please. I insist,” you urged. He opens one eye and sighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Bakugou gave in. You scooted over to make room for the large man to sleep next to you. Bakugou made himself comfy but he was a tad too tall for the tent that he had to have his legs hanging out. The opening of the tent revealed the big, bright moon overhead.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” you apologized. Bakugou just lets out a breath.

“It’s whatever. I didn’t see anything, by the way,” he reassures you. Embarrassed again, you unconsciously covered your chest.

“You sure?”

“Erased from my mind,” he says as he closes his eyes and moves his hands around his head, as if he was erasing his memory. You laugh at his antics, more comfortable with the mood that was created. Bakugou laughs with you and turns to you, meeting eyes. This is the nth time that his heart leapt when you stare at him with those innocent, childlike eyes. He clears his throat and all of a sudden, his ears got red.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugou professed. You blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure why he said that. Glancing up at the moon, you guess you could say that it was beautiful. It was a full moon, and shone brightly above your heads. You weren’t versed in the poetics so you couldn’t comprehend the message the Blood Prince was trying to get at you.

“The moon is especially beautiful tonight. But isn’t the moon beautiful every night?” you responded.

Bakugou looks are you in mortification. Fuck, did he just get rejected? His ears got hot and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” he agreed, embarrassed. He took a deep breath in and back out again to calm his beating heart. You look over at him to see him a little distressed. You softly smiled, another side you got to see of him. It was cute. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick its pace up and that’s when you realized. Gathering up all the courage you could muster, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek you slapped.

“Good night,” you quickly say, then turned over to face away from him. Bakugou stops everything in his tracks and is frozen. He couldn’t help but smile and fall asleep next to you.

The moment you made the decision to kiss him was when you knew that you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to become his queen and rule his kingdom together. You were going to forget your past life. You were going to forget this mission you were on. You were the princess now. That was his truth and you weren’t going to change it.

A/N: For those who don't know, the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it" or 月が綺麗ですね is a more poetic way of saying "I love you" in olden Japanese. And then the response to that would be "I can die happy" or 死んでもいいわ. Just for reference.

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