#please let this flop as bad as all my other edits

[perilegs]

You're so good at making baldurs gate edits

Have you ever put halsin in a collar?

no

[callofdudes]

Don't go there.

Summary: When you and your friends take a summer trip out to the woods you are unaware of just what you've disturbed from it's slumber deep inside.

Cw: Serial Killer Simon, gore, blood, wounds, angst, death, childhood trauma. Mention of dissociation, abuse. Dark themes, animal death, Simon has a bit of a psychotic obsession over you in the end.

Word count: 6.8K+

A/N: Please don't let this flop, I spent way too much time staying up and writing this. So I do apologize for my dry-eye editing mistakes. I didn't want to super edit it all but I worked so hard on this. I was tempted to make the end kinky, but he just really, really likes chasing. Italics means a flashback/something in the past.

"How much longer until we get there??" You asked, looking out the window of the car, seeing the long road of trees. Stretching out for miles deep into the unknown where shadows lingered.

"Shouldn't be much longer." Your friend, Adam replied, checking the gas level in the truck.

You had stopped at a gas station nearly an hour ago. You had been going down this road for almost half an hour with nothing to see for miles.

Two of your other friends sat in the back, distracted by their boredom. You look in the rearview mirror, seeing them making out.

Crystal and Peter couldn't get off each other for five minutes... You had to be in the car with them. Why couldn't you have been with the others following in the car behind you?

You sigh softly in exhaustion, fixing your headphones again.

You all had taken up the opportunity for a summer job out at a camp for the extra money. Having just gotten out of school, you were looking for somewhere to start fresh, away from your parents' clings. And this felt right.

"Hey, looks like we've got something," Adam points out.

You look up, clicking off your phone to see the road split off. An old sign at the crossroads directs you down another road.

"That's the camp's name." You sit up, your whole body feeling relief that you are almost there.

"Thank goodness."

You looked at the backseat, leaning over to gently hit Peter. "Hey, stop it, there are others in the car you two."

"Sorry y/n."

Hah, you knew they weren't. At least you'd be at the camp soon...

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You arrived at the camp, pulling up on the road to the large cabins just across from a lake spanning out into the thick forest grove.

You got out, stretching your limbs. Hands high above your head, yawning and working your legs.

"Finally."

You grabbed your bags from the car, meeting up with your other two friends Phillip and Stacy, pulling up in the car behind you.

"Geez, I'd have to make that trip every summer." Phillip fixed his hat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Well, hopefully, the drive back won't be as painful." You playfully glared at Peter and Crystal, taking your bags up the walk to the cabin lodge.

The warm late afternoon sun came through the trees, the breeze blowing softly across the open land. Seeing some of the other campers and counsellors wandering about.

The main office was where you met up with the head counsellor. He smiled upon seeing you. "Y/n, glad you made it."

"Thanks, it was quite the trip."

"Well, we're glad to have you here. Sign your name, and we'll get you all the keys to your cabins."

You nod, write down your name on the paper, and then take the cabin key from him, "Thanks!"

He nods, setting up your friends as well.

Taking your bags, you head down to your cabin. You walk through the main grounds, across the road and over to the thick backwooded area. You paused, looking out into the woods.

The trees were growing and darkening as you looked in, hiding the other side from what lay there.

You shook it off, heading to the cabin and unlocking it. You were sharing your room with Adam, two beds set up and a window at the back of the cabin wall as well.

"Not bad..." You muttered.

As you and Adam start to unpack, you couldn't help but feel a little excited about spending the summer here. The camp was beautiful, with its lake and surrounded by lush forest. It was going to be the perfect escape from the stress of school and family drama.

As you were unpacking, you noticed that Adam had left the cabin without saying anything. You shrugged, thinking he had gone to explore as well.

After organizing your clothes and items in the drawers, you grab your sunglasses and head out to explore the camp. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful golden hue on the entire area. You walked towards the lake, admiring the serene beauty of the water.

As you sit on the dock, dipping your feet in the water, you feel off. Feeling that weird sense that someone was watching you.

You looked out across the lake, attempting to spot anyone, but the forest looked all the same. You were startled a little when you heard footsteps approaching. You look up to see Adam walking towards you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey there," he says, sitting beside you on the dock. "Enjoying the view?"

You roll your eyes but can't help but laugh at his antics. "Yeah, it's beautiful."

"Well, I was talking with some others and we're setting up dinner for everyone, then it's swimsuit time~"

You scoffed, shoving him away. "We're to relax, not stick our pieces in random places."

"Oh, say you," He grinned, but you just shrugged him off.

"Meet you at the cabin then?"

You hummed in agreement, and Adam left you alone to join some of the others. You looked back out at the lake, sighing before getting up and following after him.

As you walk back towards the main grounds, you can't shake off the feeling of being watched. The shadows of the trees seemed to elongate and twist, as though they were reaching out to grab you. You shivered, feeling as though you were being watched by something lurking in the forest.

But you shook it off, reassuring yourself that it was just your imagination running wild in unfamiliar territory. You arrive at the campfire just as dinner is being served, the smell of grilled meat and vegetables making your mouth water. You grab a plate and sit down next to Philip, who was chatting animatedly with one of the other counsellors.

You laughed at the funny stories and jokes that were shared, feeling yourself relaxed for the first time in a long while.

But as the night wore on, the atmosphere changed. You noticed the people around you becoming louder, more intoxicated. The crude jokes turned into innuendos and the flirting became more aggressive.

Your typical night with a bunch of people barely older than the drinking age and taking it to their advantage to flirt with any young mind like themselves.

After dinner, you all head back to your cabins to change into your swimsuits. You grab your towel and head towards the lake, joining the others who are already swimming and playing around in the water. You dip your toes into the cool water and shiver slightly, but soon adjust to the temperature and join in the fun.

As you were swimming around, you suddenly felt someone grab your waist from behind. You gasp and turn around to see Adam, grinning cheekily at you. "Gotcha."

You continued to splash around in the water as the sunset. Across the dock, dark eyes stared into the stirring waters. Watching from behind the darkness of the tree line Peter and Crystal made out against one of the firm dock legs. Others laugh and touch too closely to not be called flirtatious.

Their laughter stung his ears. The sounds of shrill joy twisting his stomach in a way that made him angry. One more year where he'd have to do all the dirty work. Where these kids would have to learn.

He'd hear their screams and see the looks of horror on their faces. That's what he wanted.

He moved back into the shadows, slinking down the old house of a family doomed from the start...

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"Simon! Get your ass down here right now you little shit!!"

"Hang on." The young boy looked in the mirror, whining as he fiddled with his belt, desperately pulling it and looping it back through. Shaky hands working hard when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

His father angrily pushed through the bathroom door, grabbing his wrist. "I said get over here. You're going to make us late again and I don't want your excuses."

Simon wriggled, whining again as he was pulled down the stairs.

His older brother sat with his bags on the couch, chuckling. "Hah, look who got caught with his pants down again." He smirked.

"Shut up Tommy!" Simon retorted, his father yanking him forward and slapping him across the face.

"He's right. Now you shut your mouth."

Simon looked over at his mother who remained quiet as the boys' father led them to the door, getting them into the car.

"If I hear any shit from your counsellors' I'm going to be through with you. You understand me!?"

Simon looked out the window, watching the trees blur by in a mess of green as they drove. He saw his brother look over at him and smirk.

"Don't be a pussy, Simon. You're going to love it."

Simon shook his head and looked away, thinking about all the wonderful things he could be doing if his brother was the one going away to camp.

Simon couldn't help but feel the knot of worry in his stomach. He wasn't looking forward to the summer camp, but his father threatened him with more than was needed to scare the young guy.

"Simon. Simon! What the fuck are you whining about?" His brother punched his arm, and Simon looked over at him.

"Nothing."

"Don't try to lie to me. I can hear it in your fucking voice."

"I'm just nervous is all."

"Yeah, about that..." Tommy laughed, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a small tin. "I got you something to take the edge off."

Simon looked at him, eyes wide. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, Tommy, grinning and popping open the lid, a snake popping out and making Simon jump.

"Tommy, stop!!"

Tommy laughed, tucking the fake snake away.

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The stairs of the old house creaked. He took it to the bathroom where the mirror took in his frame, eyes showing out from behind the skull mask he wore. Something he'd taken on after his brother's death.

He bent down, opening the sink drawer doors and grabbing his set of knives and his hatchet. Tracing his gloved fingers over the sharp edge, a twist of evil excitement stirred inside him.

Another year of spilling blood. All for himself.

You were back at your cabin at the end of the night, slipping into a sweater as the chill of the summer air set through the interior.

"What's up, y/n?" Adam asked as he noticed you staring out the window for the hundredth time.

"I don't know, I just have this weird feeling like we're being watched." You turn from the window to face him.

Adam let out a chuckle. "Don't tell me you believe in all those ghost stories they tell around the campfire?"

"No, it's not that. It's just a feeling. Nothing more." You tried to brush it off, but you were unconvinced.

"Yeah, but it can be fun to believe you know? Peace of mind." He offered his hand, and you took it.

Adam pulled you outside, and the two of you walked to the cabins beside yours.

"Do you believe in ghosts or spirits?" You asked, feeling a little braver around him.

"Not really. I've seen some crazy shit and it's hard to believe there's more out there. But why not? I'll believe anything if it's from you."

"You're uncontrollable."

"I know." He grinned but then stopped in his tracks. "Wait, hold up. What was that?"

You stop, cocking your head to the side to listen. "I don't hear anything."

"Shh. Listen."

You sit there for a tense moment, scanning the dark tree line, fists clenching in your pockets.

You listened closer, and what you heard was a heavy thumping from one of the cabins. You both seemed to exhale softly upon realizing it wasn't anything to be scared of.

"Whatever, I'm going to the bathroom." You kept walking, heading down the path to the bathrooms. Heading inside and flicking on the small light, locking the door.

Adam smirked, hearing you as you left down the path. He's been trying to get into your pants for months. And yet you brushed him off every time. He partly hoped that this time around, the summer camp and the alcohol will loosen you, literally.

He waits around for you to be done, looking out down toward the dock and the cool waters. Hearing footsteps behind him, he chuckled. "That was quick." He turned, facing someone who definitely wasn't you.

His eyes widened, looking up at the imposing figure.

The mask bore holes into his skin, the darkness hiding the grotesque glint in his eyes.

"Woah man, easy." Adam backed up, but it did little to save him as the large man's hand clasped tightly around his throat, his hatchet slashing into his abdomen.

He had to die first.

Adam's eyes went wide. He attempted to scream, heels digging into the dirt as the blade retracted from his stomach and he was dragged across the open grounds. Blood splattered from the torn skin and clothes onto the rocks and dirt. Dragged back into the woods, trying to scream or scramble for anything to help him.

"Help!" His words were mumbled and barely made it out as he was dragged back into the darkness behind the cabins. Thrust into a tree, the knife sinking back into his flesh. Adam choked, blood spilling from his mouth as the knife carved up through him. Blood splattered into the dirt and leaves.

His eyes stared upward; his face twisted in fright as the man began to brutal him with the knife. The blade tore into his flesh, slicing open as the man took his time to toy with the young man.

Adam's struggles weakened by the minute. Until the knife dug into his throat, and life escaped his body.

He dropped Adam, flicking the blood from his knife and tucked it back into his vest.

The man turned back to the cabin, the sound of footsteps approaching.

Adam was left slumped on the ground, blood oozing from his wounds.

The man slipped back behind the cabin, his hand grasping the hilt of his knife as he listened intently for your return.

You were coming out of the bathrooms, heading back to your cabin when you noticed Adam wasn't around. "Adam?" You looked around, watching the darkness. When you heard nothing, you shrugged. He probably just headed back to the cabin then. So, with that you headed back, but when you returned, still no Adam.

"Alright then."

You left the cabin door unlocked, just in case he'd take a while to get back. Setting up your bed and crawling in, flicking out your lamp. You lay in the darkness, snuggling into the bed and closing your eyes.

You listened to the sounds of the cricket outside and the occasional small rustle of a critter along the wilderness edge. Your breathing slows, exhaling softly as you feel yourself slipping away into sleep.

Footsteps crunch against the pebbled ground. You aren't entirely sure how long you've been asleep when you feel your eyelids fluttering open again. Not moving when you hear the heavy footfalls coming up the side of the cabin. They come around the front of the cabin, stopping at the door.

Silence.

"Adam?" You finally whisper, shifting a little in your bed, squinting into the darkness.

Still silent.

You sat up slowly, looking out the window to see if the coast was clear. You couldn't see anything. You listened for a few moments more, and when you still didn't hear anything, you laid back down.

You watched the door, your heart picking up in pace slightly. The door handle of the cabin finally twists. Your heart leaps as the door opens with an ominous creak.

The steps follow into the cabin, and in the moonlight, you can clearly see that the figure is not Adam.

Your heart spasms in your chest. Your body goes into freeze mode. You try to keep your breathing low in the darkness. The figure shifts its weight slightly, and you feel a pair of eyes on you. Whatever or whoever it was said nothing.

Boots moving across the cabin floor. You close your eyes, feeling fear overtake you when the person reaches your bedside. The glint of the moonlight revealed the sharp hatchet, yet your eyes were closed. Unaware of just what danger you were in.

The figure leans over, warm breath fanning from the mask, leaning down near your cheek, the blade caressing over the skin of your shoulder. You can't stop your whimper, feeling another hot puff of air against your skin, the tip of the blade digging into your shoulder.

You flinch, gasping. The figure stops, the blade drawing away from your skin. Your eyes finally open, wide with fear.

The figure is looming over you, and you can't make out their features in the dark, but the knife glints in the moonlight.

"Please." You whimpered. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Shhh..." The figure shushed, bringing the knife down slowly, trailing the cold metal across your exposed stomach.

Your bottom lip quivers, shying away, whimpering. "Please- Please I won't-" Your voice dies out with another small whimper as he toys with you. Your body is a nervous wreck.

The blade drags across your skin, slowly sinking into your flesh. Your body throbbing in pain, your eyes so wide that they sting.

You try to look down to see the blade, but the figure moves away, and your eyes follow the figure. You see the glint of the moonlight upon the blade as it comes into view. Your body is trembling violently, your skin stained with a light coating of sweat.

You're going to die. You're fully prepared for whatever is happening to end you.

"Oh, Crystal, come on!" You hear Peter's voice in the darkness. The thick silence pierced like shards of glass. Their breathing pauses, blade stilling against your skin.

"No! I told you not to look!" Crystal hollered back. You could hear her coming closer, walking down toward the docks probably.

The figure leans away from you. You feel your heart throbbing inside your chest. The blade leaves your skin, boots heavily walking back across the floorboards. You remain there, hearing the stride stop, eyes back on you. Then the door creaks shut, and the steps are moving away.

You exhale shakily, opening your eyes, half expecting him to still be there.

You thought he was going to kill you. And then it hit you. Crystal... He must have been going after one of them. You were about to rush out of bed on adrenaline, but the fear immediately had you lying back down. You couldn't move, pulling your blankets back up.

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It was morning when you got up, finding Adam not at the cabin. You were surprised. You thought he'd come back eventually, but it seems he'd disappeared. You tried to clear your head. Getting dressed and stepping outside to brush your teeth. You looked around, trying to see any signs of what had happened last night. But it seemed all was still. You spat into the dirt, shrugging on your camp sweater and headed over to the main cabin.

There you saw everyone, Peter sitting alone and looking a little bummed out. "Hey." You walked over, getting his attention. "Hey... sleep ok?"

"Yeah, you? Heard a scuffle last night."

Peter sighed, looking into his half-full cup of iced tea. "Found some old photos in a bag she brought with her... Her and her ex."

You cringed a little, but nodded, hearing him out.

"She stormed off and didn't come back last night."

"She did seem the type to be dramatic." You shrugged but gave him a side hug. "Look, it'll be alright. I'm sure she'll come back, and you can sort this out."

Breakfast was passed around and you slowly got to thinking about Crystal. She had no ride back unless she were to take Adam's car or Phil's truck... And where was Adam? Oh well... She was probably off brooding about how she would have to come back and apologize. She was always a tad dramatic for your type.

But the day shifted on, afternoon setting and you all headed to get changed into your swimsuits.

Grabbing your towel you headed outside to meet up with Phil who was chatting up one of the other male counsellors. He had that sly look in his eyes. You patted his arm, motioning him to go get it somewhere else and you headed for the dock.

Some others were already talking and breaking out the kayaks to take on the lake.

You once again sat down, dipping your toes into the water. You looked down into the water, noticing it seemed slightly darker than you remember. Playing it off to be the sunlight and you continued to gently swish your toes through.

One of the girls waved off as she pushed her kayak out into the lake. Rowing out a small bit enough that she comfortably floated along. Until her paddle hit something in the water, rippling up the lake.

You raised an eyebrow, looking down, noticing a chain tied to the leg of the dock. That hadn't been there the other day. The girl seemed to come to the same conclusion, pulling on the chain, something scraping along the bottom floor of the lake bed.

She grunted, pulling a little harder, one of the guys swimming out to steady the kayak.

You all watched as she pulled the chain up, struggling with it until finally. She screamed. You were startled, immediately pulling your feet out of the water. The girl dropped the chain and started desperately attempting to get out of the water and out of the kayak. There wasn't any mistaking her blonde hair, Crystal's body tied by the neck around the chain, her body gutted and hollowed so she'd sink.

You were horrified. Everyone was horrified. Peter and Phillip grab the chain and tug it, dragging her back to shore. They pulled her body onto the dock, seeing her lifeless eyes. The chain digging into her throat, stomach and chest completely hollowed out, her rib cage sticking up like fangs from her peeling, mutilated skin.

You backed up, hitting Phillip's arms. Covering your mouth as you saw what it was. Someone had murdered Crystal. And he was in your cabin last night. You hadn't imagined it.

Someone was hunting you...

"What do we do??" Phillip asked.

"We call the police!" Stacy cried.

"No! They'll shut us down. We'll be responsible."

"What if he comes after the rest of us?"

Your heart pounded a million miles an hour. What were you going to do!?

Some of the boys simply pushed her body back into the water. Vouching that they should just keep a lookout for anything that comes up. They wanted to make the rescue that it was probably just animals. Yeah, because animals were the ones to skillfully skin the organs and carve out around the sharp bone of her ribcage.

But no one could convince them otherwise, so you let it go. It still terrifies you, keeping an eye out as you walk the grounds. Every noise around you sounds like aggression.

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Dark eyes watched from the cabin door as Crystal stalked across the camp. Muttering angrily to herself, pulling her shirt fully on, and heading for the docks to get some fresh air. He watched her head down, footsteps following after her once she was far enough away.

The twisted sense of hunting prey filled his mind. Smelling the blood before it was spilt and the delicious scream he'd tear from her lungs.

She sat on the dock, huddled against the small sloshes of the lake against the dock legs. Staring out into the starry night. Footfalls make her brow wrinkle. "Peter, I told you to leave me alone."

He stared down at her, his hatchet glinting in the light, hand tightening on the blade in anticipation. He could almost get off to it. Grabbing her by the throat, hearing her gasp and choke, feet scraping against the wood of the dock. She tried to scream, grabbing his forearm, and looking up at him.

He stared down at her, eyes glimmering with excitement as he watched her thrash. A predator toying with its prey. She squirmed desperately, attempting to kick or bite her way out. Her nails dug into his forearm, drawing a light trickle of blood from his skin.

He frowned, gripping the hatchet and piercing it up through her back, the blade squelching through organs and blood, spilling across the dock and flicking into the cool water.

Her face was frozen in an endless scream, bloodletting out across the wood, falling limp after a moment.

He dropped her body, walked back up the dock and grabbed one of the boat chains from the grass. Unthreading it from the post, he came back over. He tied the chain around her throat, making sure it stayed.

The blade tore into her stomach and gutted her before picking up her organless body and throwing her into the lake. Blood seeps into the water like a bleeding-out animal. Like she'd just been mauled by a shark and was left as scraps.

Seeing blood flood and bubble along her flesh as she sank down to the bottom, the current moving her slightly, throat tugging on the chain that kept her secure to the dock.

He flicked out his blade, looking down at his forearm, wiping the blood from the scratches away. And he left silently.

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Simon stood at the edge of the tree line. His brother sneered from the porch, watching him investigate the noise that had rustled the bushes. He stood there, looking down at the small fox, blood splattered across the leaves, stomach torn open, caught in the barbed wire fence of the property and ultimately caught by whatever it had been running from.

Simon reached out to touch it but quickly pulled away and backed up. He walked back over to the porch, nose scrunching when he smelled the putrid smell of cigarette smoke from his brother.

"Go tell Dad, he'll want someone to pick the guts out of the fence." He sneers.

Simon kept his head down, heading inside where his father was muttering away angrily about his mother again, another bottle in his hand. Drinking it back while he went on and on over the phone.

Simon hesitantly went over to him, standing there patiently and waiting. His father noticed him and frowned angrily. "What do you want, boy!?"

Simon gulped, finding his voice. "There's a fox in the fence..."

"Is it dead?"

Simon nodded. "It's dead."

His father huffed, chugging back more alcohol. "Get the tools and go clean it then. You know what to do."

Simon felt his stomach twist painfully, digging under the sink in the kitchen to grab the gloves and cleaner, heading back outside onto the porch.

As he worked to remove the fox from the fence, Simon couldn't help but think about how much death he had been exposed to lately.

He finished cleaning the fence, but his mind was elsewhere.

As he buries the fox gently, Simon can't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knows that there are cruel people out there who are capable of senseless violence, and it makes him angry. He wants to do something, to make a difference, but he doesn't know how.

As he walked back towards the house, he heard his father's voice. "You know, Simon, you can't be a sissy your whole life. You gotta learn to face things head-on. That's what real men do."

Simon felt his blood boil with anger. His father had no idea what he had gone through, the trauma he had endured. And yet, he was still expected to be a "man". He was only twelve by that point.

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You sat around the fire with a blanket over your shoulders. The warm afternoon was rather quiet as you all attempted to get over what you'd seen earlier. Why the hell were you sitting here instead of calling the cops? Someone was murdered and you just had to be stuck with the people worried about the camp's reputation.

The boys continued to work, trying to forget about the corpse in the lake and the ramifications that would come with it. The girls all sat in the cabin, trying to distract the younger campers from the grim day.

Phillips came over, handing you a flask of scotch. "Drink this. It'll help."

You took it from him, looking away. "Why'd she have to die?"

"I don't know."

"Where's Peter?"

"He's outside, making s'mores with the other kids."

You nodded, taking a sip of the liquor. It warmed you up and you sighed in relief.

Phillips sat down beside you, looking like his mind was miles away. "You seen that prick, Adam?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Disappeared last night hasn't come back." Saying it out loud really solidifies it for you and Phil. Looking at each other, simultaneously coming to one conclusion.

He was probably dead too...

"We need to get the fuck out of here. We can take his car, leave and go get help."

You agreed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah. We should leave now."

Phil wasn't gonna fight it. He may like to do his own thing but the idea of getting killed wasn't on his MO. Not this pretty boy face, no, no.

So, you packed back up, Phil convincing Stacy to go back with you. With your bags, you loaded into Phil's truck. Some of the counsellors seemed a little upset at the idea of you leaving so early. Or going to the cops at all.

But you weren't going to sit there and wait to be next.

Within another hour or so you were all packed up and getting in the truck. Phil pulled you out of the road, clicking his tongue as he turned the truck around.

You stared out the window, looking at the trees and the stretch of empty road as if they were watching back. Mocking you, laughing.

It was silent for a large portion of the drive, your foot tapping along the car.

"What of the others?" Stacy asked from the backseat. "Their fault for being stupid. Although that one counsellor was pretty cute..."

You remain quiet, watching the road as you drive. Tires picking up down the road. You looked down at your phone, distracting yourself with one of your games, Phil eventually filling the silence with the sound of the radio.

The thick tension in the air was palpable through the drive.

There was a thunk under the truck. You looked up, eyes widening as Phil brought the truck to a stop.

"What was that?" You looked out the side mirror but couldn't see anything.

"It's probably some dumb rocks." Phil takes off his seatbelt and opens the door. "Phil-" You reached out for him, and he shrugged it off. "I'm just gonna check it."

He left the door open, heading back around the truck, seeing something lying in the road. A clump of fur stuck on the tread of his tire, a fox in the road.

Phil approached it, looking around. "Geez... talk about dumb." He mutters, spitting into the dirt and scuffing his shoe. Looked like there wasn't any damage done to his truck though. That's what mattered.

He bent down to look at the fox again, hearing footsteps. Just as he looked up the sharp glint of a blade glared into his eyes. His heart lurched, backing up as the blade retracted, swinging again.

Phil gasped, continuing to dodge and trying to move, the large skull-masked figure intending to strike good with the hatchet.

You heard the scrape and thunk when the blade hit the side of the truck, seeing the large figure.

"Phil!" You cried, Stacy getting out of the car before you could stop her.

Your eyes widened, seeing the figure. He dwarfed both Stacy and Phil.

How did he get out here!?

The figure turns towards Stacy, raising the hatchet. She screams, but before he can strike, Phil tackles the figure from behind, knocking him down onto the ground.

You quickly get out of the car, running towards them. "Phil, are you okay?!"

"I'm alright, but we need to get out of here!" Phil grabs your arm, pulling you back to the truck.

The figure stands up, body looming in the dim light. You get a good look at him now. He was wearing a skull mask, with the rest of his face hidden in shadow. He was wearing a black jacket with a hood, and black gloves. You couldn't see anything else.

He starts coming towards you, but Phil quickly gets back into the truck, starting its engine. You all drive away quickly, leaving the figure behind.

You're breathing heavily, heart pounding as you look out the back window. The figure is standing in the same spot, watching as you drive away.

"We're getting the police..." You whisper, unable to take your eyes off the man as he gets smaller in the mirror.

"Agreed," Phil says, continuing down the open road.

Ghost lifts his mask, putting a lit cigarette between his scarred lips, exhaling smoke out into the open road. Turning back toward the camp. He'd gone too far anyway, back to his stomping grounds.

He takes another drag of smoke, dropping the cigarette and shoving his heel into it.

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Tommy smeared the dirt with his shoe, exhaling the last of the smoke from his lungs, spitting into the freshly shuffled dirt.

Simon watched him, holding the shotgun his father had shoved in his arms. "Tommy-"

"Shut it. You'll scare 'em off." He looks around, scanning the forest grounds, into the darker parts of the trees and across the bushes.

"They always run back to where they think they're safe." Tommy picks up a rock and throws it at the lake. Birds stir in the water, flicking and scattering, some rushing back toward the trees.

Simon gulps, raising the shotgun, and aiming upward at one of the birds. He shot, missing the thing by a mile.

Tommy scoffs, shaking his head. "You're not gonna hit anything like that, kid."

Simon lowers the gun, feeling embarrassed. He had never shot a gun before, let alone at a moving target. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to-"

Simon can feel his cheeks flushing. He hates it when Tommy treats him like a little kid. But he knows better than to argue. Tommy's been doing this for years, and Simon's only been brought into this recently.

"What are we even doing out here?" Simon asks, shifting the gun in his hands.

Tommy turns to him, squinting in the sunlight. "We're hunting, Simon. Hunting for something that's been bothering the camp for too damn long."

🩸🔪💀🔪🩸

A couple days later you and the others returned. It was only you and Phil this time, along with a couple officers and a K9 unit. You'd been nervous about returning for the entire time up until finally going back.

Getting there you open the door, looking around. The camp was quiet, the trees still, bushes bristling as the breeze flowed steadily.

Some officers looked around, the K9 sniffing along the ground as you headed into the camp.

It was completely dead. Abandoned beer cans, a filled pool, and Kayaks still down at the beach unchained.

You latched onto Phil nervously as you followed the officers. Searching everywhere. The main office was empty, and cabins were abandoned. You gulped, the officers scratching their heads, but you knew it was too late. He had gotten to them.

"And what did you say he looked like again?"

"Tall- over six feet, skull mask, wore all black?"

The officer nodded, looking around. The K9's ears perked up, staring into the bushes. Barking into the darkness.

Your insides tensed up, watching the officer with the K9 move forward, others readying their guns in case.

You were shaking and your knees felt weak. the officer moved the K9 forward, waving it further in.

The K9 stopped, barking as it tugged on its leash. The officer stepped forward, pointing his gun into the woods.

The noise quieted, and the dog calmed down. The officer sighed, walking back over. "It's a deer. Want us to keep searching?"

You look around, sighing. "No, nobody's here. Nobody was here."

"Alright, well, we're going to be here for a while still. You can head back to town, we'll keep searching." The officer shrugged. You pocketed your hands, heading back to the car with Phil.

You get into the passenger seat; Phil leans forward and turns on the radio. You look in the rearview mirror and your body freezes. You look back, going cold in horror, a silent scream building in your throat. The hatchet reached up between the seats, grabbing Phil and choking him.

You attempt to tear the man off but he's too strong, blood slashing through Phil's throat as he angrily fights.

You finally manage to scream, getting the door open quickly getting out of the truck, your heart hammering in your chest. The figure turned towards you, his mask hiding any emotion he may have felt. You couldn't make out any details in the darkness, but you could tell that he was tall, muscular, and had a menacing aura about him.

Your feet carry you, thudding across the ground, the back door of the car opening and heavier footsteps following.

You try to call for help, bloody glove wrapping around your mouth, pulling you back, back pressed to the strong chest of a bloody killer.

You wanted to thrash but thought better, remaining still. His hand tightened over your mouth, leaning in so his warm breath fanned over your face. You whimpered, feeling weak, shaking as the edge of his weapon grazed your stomach. Tracing up your sternum, across your chest. Edge of the blade nipping your clothes.

You breathe in heavily through your nose, hands clasping on his forearm, wriggling around.

He enjoyed it. Seeing the pure fear in your eyes, watching you struggle and shake.

Your eyes water, looking into the bushes, knowing the officers were just right there...

He leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear, "Now, now." He was right up against your ear, breath hot and damp.

You try to kick him in the knee, but he's too strong. He grabs your leg, squeezing, bruising as he pulls it up, causing you to fall to your knees.

He moans in your ear, lips pulling into a smirk against the shell of your ear.

You gag, struggling, hearing the heavy thunk of his hatchet against the ground.

His hands were big enough to cover your face. One wrapped around your throat, the other on your mouth, thumb and fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks, squeezing.

Your hands scrambled against his arm, nails digging into his flesh as you desperately tried to claw him away.

There's barking and a sharp whine of the K9. You struggle, attempting to wriggle away as you hear the officers yelling. There's another loud bark, claws digging into the ground, the man letting you go.

You don't have a moment to think longer, taking off down the old road. The canine returns to Simon's side, a tussle of fur in her mouth, and he gives her the signal to wait. He smirks under the mask, watching you run as fast as you can. His stomach twisted in excitement. He couldn't wait to watch your blood spill…

He wants to watch the anguish before the pain. He wants to see your insides. Do they look as good as you do? He swings the blade wiping some of the blood off, running it along the white truck stopped along the road.

Tears fill your eyes, your heart pounding. Your legs shake as you run with everything you have in you. He could have just killed you, but you couldn’t give up. You had to get out. You had to run. You had to survive. This twisted game of cat and mouse, feeling the cats claws ready to sink into your tail and drag you back for a meal.

For now, you were prey, and he was predator.

(Please do let me know what you thought if you read this. I worked hard and haven't a true slasher fic before. I tried my best and want to give you guys more of this.)

[fiercynn]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

since there are both recent newcomers to bbs fandom and people like me who are new to bbs tumblr, i thought i'd create a getting-to-know-you meme for people to introduce themselves if they want! all questions are optional

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

hi i'm deepa! i'm indian-american, in my 30s, queer, and agender – please use my name (either deepa or fiercynn is fine) instead of pronouns when referring to me!

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i watched the whole show in the course of about 36 hours just about two weeks after the finale had aired, in february 2022! i joined bbs fandom on twitter soon after and have been there ever since, but i’ve only really been interacting on tumblr in the last few months

favorite ship(s)

patpran and inkpa…i'm a traditionalist ig lol

favorite character(s)

it’s so hard to choose but i think it has to be pran! i love his pining and his cockiness and his anxiety and his kindness and his grumpy faces. really channeling pat right now aren’t i

favorite episode(s)

episode 5 for obvious reasons; my second-favorite is a tie between episode 3 and episode 8 i think

favorite scene(s)

rooftop kiss, episode 3 bus stop scene, episode 8 backstage apology scene, and episode 9 picnic bench hand-holding scene

one thing you would change about the show if you could

LET INKPA KISS GDI

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

ughhhhhh SO HARD TO CHOOSE and i think i'll do a longer rec list sometime but here are some of the earliest fanworks i engaged with that really set the stage for how i think about bbs

dynamic (fic, patpran) by riddles2 on ao3: one of the first fics i read in the fandom, it’s pat’s pov through episode 5 and it’s absolutely seminal imo

international love song (fanart/animation, patpran) by @architectxengineer: science is one of those incredibly multitalented people who writes, makes fanart, and animates?? among other things??? and this animation is sooooooo gorgeous and makes my heart absolutely melt

same page (vid, patpran) by dkyth73 on youtube: such a good fanvid of the show that p’aof himself tweeted about it!!!!

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

traffic was slow for the crash years (fic, patpran): gotta plug my baby, right? this is my patpran fake dating au which is 80k words and was so fun to create!

we both know you’re my only dream (fic, patpran): on the other end of the length spectrum, this 1k fic is one of my favorite things i've written ever

just being friendly (vid, patpran) co-vidded with @scribescribe: yes i know this is an msp song but we made the vid before msp aired!! i think it’s very cute hehe

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

since “just being friendly” is already obvious from me and scribe making a vid to it lol, i'm going to say “keeping tabs” by niki, which is extremely pran-coded. like. look at the lyrics. doesn't it seem like it was written to be about pran’s feelings at boarding school, where he misses pat desperately and hopes pat’s thinking of him but is also trying to convince himself that pat’s forgotten him and that everything pran wanted from him was just a delusion on his part. PRAN 😭 😭 😭

idk anything else you want us to know?

i have opinions about pran’s sweaters

okay i'm literally going to tag all of my tumblr mutuals that i think are still in the fandom (if i missed anyone sorry!!), but also if you want to do the meme consider yourself tagged! please don’t let this flop lol 🤞🏽

@citystoryscapes @nicolasechs @architectxengineer @mahuhumaling @manogirl @galauvant @miscellar @monamay @dancing-out-in-space @melto @incandescentflower @loveongsa @dimplesandfierceeyes @geonbaeeee @faillen @cinnamonseadragon @inkpaa @yourunwiththewolves @prany @pranpats @teesemomma @iathefurrr @inventedfangirling @sharingfandoms @lamonnaie @maychild @thegayneurodivergentagenda @mistergreaves @dudeyuri @nyttvera @thecriers @threezoz @wontbotherrn @not0nmain

[bellasimos]

Kinktober Day 12 Birthday Sex (Hanzo x Osanna)

Hanzo x Osanna (OC)

AO3 ( x ) Words Count: 557 Kinktober Masterlist [ x ]

Note: English is not my first language but I tried my best to edit and change grammar that makes sense.

Birthdays aren’t particularly his day to enjoy; yet he is learning to coop, be at peace with himself after the trauma. After the event between him and his brother. However, Hanzo wouldn’t dare to tell her that she shouldn’t have set up a birthday for him. Nor even complain to watch the show, her body covered with freckles with each specific spot that he is addicted to. Her orange curly hair bounces along her body, the raw vocal from her bruises lips after he had devoured her kisses before.

He can’t simply deny it without being pathetic, weak by her. Even begging, he was so utterly disgusted with himself. Yet, here he is. His nails dig through her skin, making sure that she stayed on his cock; wanting to feel more her wall tighten around his cock. To even feel her clit rub against his pubes, soft growls escape from his lips, feeling her both hands firmly planted on his chest. As she leaned down, some of her hair fell to her side. Adding a beautiful feature, oh, how Hanzo is still and utterly addicted to her.

“Happy Birthday, caro.” The accent of her so foreign, so delicate yet he fought every himself against the language barrier to understand it.

Hanzo stares with his eyelid half open, consumed by her and everything. To only take the sudden burst of movement. An unrealistic animal growl as he flipped her over, thrusting his cock deeper in her to earn another raw moan from her. His dark eyes stare with love for her, focusing to pleasure her, watching her face being intoxicated by him. He leaned in to capture her lips once again, slamming his hip each time to hear her whimper; pleading more.

“You’d be the death of me, hanii.” He muttered between their kisses, coated with his long desires to continue.

The room filled with wet slaps, exchanging raw sounds with the slight bed creek beneath them. The sensation felt as it swells in his heart, the purple with red mark of his teeth to claim her; scattered all over of her body. Her face is so pure, so close to orgasm by him; Hanzo gives in. He gave her everything, his heart and soul.

“Let me cum, oh please, please, please.” Hanzo whimpered, his thrust grew sloppy yet holding back to wait for her to answer.

Her both hands found his face as Osanna held a pleasant smile. She struggled to find her word with a mix of her moans. “Cum for me-oh fuck.”

Hanzo gave a final thrust before milking her inside, warm and sticky cum in her. With both letting out a satisfying sound; he let himself stay inside before pulling it out.He watched his cum ooze come out from her, knowing it was him who came heavily inside of her. Hanzo flopped on her chest as he nuzzled closer to her warmth. Secure his arms on the curve of her body, she then wrapped her arms around him, secure with comfort as she caressed his hair.

“...Maybe birthdays aren’t as bad.” Hanzo muttered, closing his eyes.

Osanna listened to him with a faint smile. “Is this one of the best birthday presents you got?”

Hanzo grumbles, nodding at her question. Perhaps at this moment, he would admit to taking a likeness about birthday.

©bellasimos I do not allow my works being modify, translate, adapted, copied or being posted in other website without my permission

[rizaposting]

bff help 😭😭😭😭 i look up to you so much (and a lot of other royai/riza fan artists, but you seem the most friendly) and i wanna start posting my own riza art, but im scared ill be booed off the app 😭 any advice for first time fma artists? 🥺 i mostly plan on just making riza fanarts, a little riza x oc, stuff like that. thank you 💕

WAAAHH anon you're so sweet!! First and foremost GRABS YOU you should absolutely post your Riza art! Everyone should post Riza art forever because I'm starving and slurp it up. But you should ALSO post it because it's fun to create and share with people! No one is going to boo you off of the platform, and frankly if anyone tries to they probably need to take a long walk in nature and say hi to some people they pass on the street.

As far as advice, the biggest thing is to try to avoid the "# notes = success/good quality" thinking. It's totally natural to want feedback, and Internet Validation Numbers is encouraging! But if you post something and it doesn't immediately get attention, don't beat yourself up about the quality of your work. Some of my favorite pieces (drawings and writing) are "flops", but I try not to let that discourage me or sour how I feel about them. Sometimes it's just bad luck with timing; or good luck, oppositely

Okay now for more technical advice:

Schedule your posts on tumblr. I usually schedule my art to post at 7:30pm EST kind of arbitrarily, it feels like a good compromise of time zones. Please do know that you might flashbang yourself with your art every time (I do lmfao)

Reblog your work again the next day; mix up your timing and don't be afraid to do a few self-reblogs.

Tag your posts thoughtfully but not excessively, afaik only the first 5 tags are will be where it shows up (EDIT: apparently I'm thinking of 2014 tumblr and it's now the first 30 tags! But I would also posit you absolutely will never fucking need 30 tags. Over tagging will not help, so only tag what's relevant). Series name and acronyms, character name(s), and ship name are good. Also include a tag that you put on all your art so you and others can find it easily!

Comedy usually has more reach. People love silly memes and shitposts and frankly who can blame them! That's not to say serious posts don't also get attention, but just something I noticed

HAVE FUN!!!! this sounds so patronizing, but honestly it's best to do things that appeal to you and have fun with likeminded people. Your passion and enjoyment with telegraph through your work and it will make people smile!!!

I also just want to say that a lot of other Rizalikers are super friendly!!! It can be intimidating to talk to people, but we're all just freaks on the internet rotating a fictional character in our heads. The best way to get to know people is just to reach out and comment on their art/writing/silly posts. It doesn't need to be anything crazy! You can also join fandom discord servers to talk to them on a more casual (and frankly easier) platform, with less pressure because it's less 1-on-1. If you want to DM them (discord or tumblr) def go for it, but I would recommend against just saying "hi!" and then not following it up with anything else, because then I just go "hi!" and then I don't know how to push the conversation forward lol

I would love to see your creations and hear your Rizathoughts, Anon! I believe in you! I hope you decide to come play with us in this rizaspace. Feel free to message me off anon or send me a DM if you want to chat :]

[monstersinthecosmos]

i saw your tweet about not writing for 2 months bcos no one likes your last fic??!! vantablack?? what do you mean!! I LOVEE THAT FIC LIKE NO OTHER FIC BEFORE IT.

i am right here right now baring my soul to you to say how much i owe you my life for that fic! THANK YOU!! that fic was so well written that i, who rarely drop asks to people, is right now on my knees, dropping this ask in your inbox just to tell you this :((

dsagdkjl omg thank you ALSO I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED I TWEETED THAT WHILE I WAS HAVING A FIT FEELIGN BAD FOR MYSELF I'M SORRY I'M SORRY LOL

to be clear I try to keep my fandoms sequestered (sorry VC/IWTVtwt is absolutely insufferable & SK fandom can't thrive on tumblr because tumblr is not friendly to adult content) but I was talking about my last SK fic that kinda flopped. I am really intentional about not taking fic engagement & numbers seriously as a measure of my self worth but it also was just like absolutely crickets on my last couple SK fics and it really hurt my feelings. 😂

anyway I beg everyone please leave comments on the fics that you read. Fic writers do it for fun and share it for free, please don't just consume them mindlessly like they're a content mill. It's the easiest way to drive writers out of your fandoms and then you stand around wondering why there's no fic. I've never taken it personally that my VC fics don't do numbers, either, because the fandom was always so small, but VC discord has always been really supportive to me so I felt okay about it and knew who my secret audience was. It's not about clout and numbers, but it's hard when there's no feedback at all, it's not a good feeling.

(I'm also a terminally insecure writer so my first thought is always "wow I fucked up, I must have mischaracterized, my pacing doesn't make sense, all these hits and no comments because people got bored and DNF" etc. lol. lmao.)

It's really not about entitlement, either; it's not a numbers game to me. One comment means the world to me. But I just need like something, even if it's just one person who liked it letting me know they liked it, because writing is really hard and lonely and takes a lot of time and it's really hard to stay motivated when no one wants to talk to you about it, you know? I'm a person who would probably write, anyway, but I don't necessarily feel the need to share my fics on AO3. Why waste the time editing and agonizing over it and trying to stick to a schedule if no one fucking cares haha.

THIS HAS TURNED INTO A PITY PARTY I'M REALLY SORRY, ANYWAY PLEASE EVERYONE BE NICE TO FIC WRITERS THEY ARE SENSITIVE LOL

[meraki-yao]

"What happened at the premiere? Something bad? Or people are bothered that it got good reviews and wasn't as bad as they were hoping? Genuine question." Anon here.

I apologize for insulting the RWRB fandom. I'm gonna defend myself here. If you guys let me. Well, answer some of the statements. Of the two different anons answer. And I guess you too. If you want to give your opinion. And believe it or not, it WAS a genuine question (my teacher did always say I had problem writing and making sense)

"be it Nick on a red carpet or Taylor..." You're right. I do see it because I'm an RWRB fan also. I see edits of Nick's hair be blond and saying he's out walking in New York City going to the shelter. Even the ones where he's pregnant (with the long coat. As Henry though, of course). The "sugar daddy" picture Oliver posted. The fans edited his hair blonde. i see more but you get the idea.

"idk if you see ignore the multiple post ppl make of calling Taylor Alex when he's on a red carpet or you just don't see it because trust me it doesn't just happen to Nick". I do see it. People edit glasses on him and using the quote (I think it was from a fanfiction) about being able to go to the academy (the Oscars I think it was). They even edit Nick and Taylor holding hands (well, they try too 😂), saying they're walking from the kids shelter and saying they're going home (as Henry and Alex by the way). I see more but you get the idea.

"we mourn the loss when we see TZP on a red carpet as well... so don't talk about the RWRB fandom seething because TIOY got good reviews." Well, I see people being happy that Taylor has his red carpet. Even saying the universe gives back (with the Oscar being his first red carpet). And of course I'm proud and overjoyed for him. Sad it wasn't for the RWRB (would've been extra, extra special. And he'll get his red carpet for a movie). And I didn't say anything about RWRB fathom seething. I didn't say anything like that. The people who are seething, and who are in the RWRB fathom, are the same old ones that are trying to create problems. You know who they are Meraki. It was mentioned here before. Which is why I asked that question in the first place. They're the ones who are in the RWRB fandom that are seething. They even said they wished TIOY flopped. A month ago. And the fact people agree and like the post. *sighs* the fact that people can get away with saying anything bad about Taylor and Nick. As human beings.

"don't find malice where there is none". There is malice. Idk if you ignore it or don't want to talk about it, but there is malice in the RWRB fandom that are still here even when they don't even like Nick and Taylor. And people always seems to ignore with Nick (and Taylor). I get it, he's white (I'm a brown person), but don't ignore it and say "there is none".

"I'm sure some people did do that but some people are dicks in every fandom". Yes there are people who did that. And it was the same account and they're followers (you know who Meraki). And some others people too.

And yes you're right about not everyone can define an entire fandom statements. Wish we can kick them out.

"so like relax and stop throwing words around". I didn't throw words around. I asked a genuine question because I already saw the malice on RWRB Twitter. And it's not a lie. Like you said, maybe you ignore it this "situation" and maybe you don't seem it as important. They're both getting hurt, in different ways, but in the end, they're both getting hurt as human beings. Kind, talented human beings.

" and above all this film is absolutely not comparable in intensity and positive messages to RWRB". I never said it was. I don't compare movies. They're unique and different in their own way. With the obvious one being one has a straight couple and the other has a gay couple (future husbands later 🤭. It'll be boring if movies were the same. You won't believe how many movies I say are my favorite (which is a lot 😂).

"so please, pour your vulgar irony towards something else and have respect for those who cannot enjoy the rest". What do you mean? I honestly don't understand this (maybe I'm an idiot). The rest of what?

"and keep the toxicity of twitter away from here". There's toxicity here on tumblr. And I've seen Meraki post anons' questions from or about Twitter here. Especially about Taylor and Nick. And RWRB. and just know TIOY. So I didn't think much of it.

anyway. I apologize again for insulting, making RWRB fans mad. It was a question because I've seen RWRB twitter fans (and fans of the guys) say, months before, that they HOPE TIOY (and Mary and George) flops, insult Anne Hathaway as a person, compare RWRB and TIOY, saying there's no chemistry when it was just a trailer, not listening/ignoring Nick when he said Hayes is not like HS (we still have to see because some people are bothered by it), doubting Nick as a person. It's tiring that people can get away with this.

Anyway, hopefully Meraki you can let me defend myself. And don't judge Nick or TIOY for something I just wanted to ask.

A follow up from the same anon:

Apology anon here to the two anons:

I have something to add now that I can think better. Hope you don't block me Meraki😂

If the question was insulting or bad towards RWRB or to anyone, why did Meraki posted it?

It's just I read some other accounts say they won't post the anons if it's insulting to, in this case, RWRB OR TOWARDS NICK AND TAYLOR.

I mean, I know it's their own account and they can post whatever they want but people always say to post positive things about the fandom and about Nick and Taylor. I guess like one of you anon's said: people are just looking for reasons to say bad things about any project that Nick and Taylor do or about Nick and Taylor themselves. So... If it was bad or offensive, why did Meraki post my anon? Or better yet, I'll say this so I don't sound like I'm attacking or being mean to anyone in general, why post those kind of anons?

Don't worry, you sound genuine and rational, and don't mean any actual harm, I'm not blocking you 👌🏻

I will say I didn't really particpate in the discussion in question because 1, you two were kind of addressing each other with me as a messenger anyways 2, it was late and my brain was semi offline 😅

But on my part I'll say this

To this anon, personally I don't see your original question as something hostile, but something curious. But there have been cases where an insult was phrased as a genuine question, so some of us are paranoid. I can't speak for the other anon, but this is something that's in the fandom.

As for the follow up, as I said, I really don't post anything that's obviously insulting/harmful to RWRB or anyone involved, including both the boys. But that's gonna be according to my comprehension and understanding. And I think I have a good sense of reading comprehension and media literacy (I was literally examined on that for my college entrance exam) but sometime's it can be a little more subjective. So while I didn't see your ask as something potentially harmful or offensive, others might have. And I'm not saying that's inherently bad, God knows I don't hold the truths here, but just something to think about.

Anyways the rest is me being a messenger. So other anon I hope you can see this and their response!

[k3rm1e]

cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave  but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

[sunflowerharrington]

I just saw your screenshot from your jpm one-shot thing and OH MY GOD PLEASE I BEG OF YOU POST ITTTTTT😫🤤🥵

nobody but you - james patrick march

• summary: after a slight hiccup at the bar on the opening night of the hotel cortez, james shows you exactly why you’re his number one. not his wife, not the other woman, not the maid; hazel evers. nobody but you. and he shows you why he should also be your number one.

• warning(s): james patrick march, possessiveness, jealousy, smut, 18+, sir kink, threatening somebody behind their back, cheating (question mark?), alcohol mention, not proofread, not edited!

• word count: 3223

• notes: i got slightly carried away, love. enjoy 🧡 it’s more of a lead up to sexy time <3 (i’m down bad babes) and i’m trying a new format for my fics, i think they look much better like this. also my kyle fic kinda flopped so i’m trying again with some james march, which is hopefully spicy to you. also also you’re basically in elizabeth’s shoes but like, you actually love james.

• oh, you mean this old thing?

• i advise listening to yumeji’s theme, composed by shigeru umebayashi, but only if you want to. i have a feeling james would like this piece of classical music, and it would be the type of music you would hear at the opening night of the cortez being played on a piano. oh my god how romantic. also, feel free to listen to valse sentimentale composed by tchaikovsky.

Halloween. The one night of the year where people can dress up like a total slut and get away with it. And nobody would blink an eye. And tonight, you’re no exception, and you have a plan up your sleeve, to tease your lover as much as you can while his guests are around. So he can’t do anything about your bratty behaviour until much further into the night when the lights dim and the covers are thrown down to the foot of the bed.

You pull the clear thin straps of your red dress up and around your shoulders, smoothing down the silky, smooth material around your waist, tracing your curves in the mirror as you await your lover. And then you smile, feeling the sensation of two hands holding your waist, pulling you closer, coiling around your waist to lock you in an embrace.

“Dearest,” he mutters into your neck, pressing one kiss to your skin, watching as your neck prickles with goosebumps.

You smile as you and James sway effortlessly to the melody of the birds chirping outside, for the last time before they would go to sleep for the night. James takes your hands in his and spins you around to face him, keeping one hand on your waist, holding you firmly in his slightly possessive grip. And the idea of making him jealous turns you on immensely, and the thoughts of what he might do to you later as a result turns you on even more than you ever thought possible.

“How are you feeling about tonight, my love?”

“Excited for dinner,” you remark, which is the truth, but there is a lot more to it than you’re letting on. You subtly look him up and down as the words leave your lips, and James smirks as he takes your hand, leading you out of your shared bedroom.

Your ride down the elevator is deafeningly quiet to say the least, the only sound being James tapping his wedding ring-ed finger off one of the rails inside the elevator. You were hurt when you first found out he was a married man, to Beverly Cortez; the daughter of the man who helped James create the hotel, but after countless reassurances from him, you decided to stop caring about what other people thought of yours and James’ relationship.

Out of the blue, James places one hand on the back of your neck, and the other on the small of your back. He slowly dips you backwards over his knee, adjusting his arms to brush his fingers under your chin, drawing you closer.

The gesture causes your bottom lip to tremble slightly, and after, his fingers begin moving again, taking your small burst of pleasure away. But all at once, he places the thumb of his free hand on your bottom lip, gazing at you, your mind, body and soul encapsulated by the dark pools of mahogany in his eyes. Your breath stutters as his index and middle finger trail to the pulse point on your neck, pressing down with little force. He turns your face to the side slightly, counting as your heartbeat increases as a result of his actions, your body giving way under his touch.

“Your heart seems to be beating faster than usual, dearest. Are you alright?” He asks, smirking as you gulp down another stuttering breath, hard.

“I feel marvellous, love. Even more so with you by my side,” you say, breathlessly, as you lose yourself in those big black eyes looking back at you.

The gesture is confident, having you tremble beneath his touch, melting each time his perfect fingers caress your warm skin, and he holds for a moment as the breath catches in your throat.

He glances down at your lips, and then back up to your eyes, before guiding your mouth towards his own. Your fingers tremble slightly on his arm, and they tighten as his lips reconnect with yours.

Electricity and internal ecstasy crashes through both of your bodies as you glide your hand up and over James’ shoulder, and onto his neck, pulling him closer to you, and in turn deepening the kiss.

His tongue gently brushes over your bottom lip, which immediately falls open for him, and not a second later his tongue meets yours, gently at first as he pulls you closer against him. Your whole body is on fire, heart racing and skin prickling with little goosebumps.

“Oh, Darling,” he mutters, smiling against your lips, tightening his grip around your waist, tipping you even further backwards.

James’ fingers thread themselves into your hair, gently pulling your head back, deepening the kiss further. And you both smile into the next kiss, after both having let out a moan of pleasure into the last, and as you pull away, you’re giggling furiously, and James is smiling.

He presses another feather light kiss to your soft lips as he swivels you back to stand upright. As you slide out of his passionate embrace, he grants himself some well-earned pleasure and presses a soft kiss to the skin at the base of your neck, just as the doors of the elevator open. And you and James are ready to make your grand entrance.

James holds out his arm for you to take, and you accept, curling both of your arms around his. You walk in sync into the middle of the room, where the guests have arrived in horse-and-carriages and are slowly entering the hotel through the giant doors. All dressed to the nines in their magnificent looking ball gowns and extraordinary suits, tailored by only the best.

You and James go your separate ways to greet the guests; James spending a lot more time with the female guests than you think is necessary, and you spending at most ten seconds greeting each man.

“You would think a gentleman like James would not flirt with other women in front of you. How pathetic. Look how divine you are, Ms Y/L/N.” The bartender, Gracie, says from behind the bar as you walk over to the bar for a drink. “What’s your order for this evening, dolly?”

“Poison, so I can put it in James’ drink,” you reply, deadpanned. You had had enough of his bullshit tonight, and the night has barely even begun. “But then who would run the Cortez? Mrs Evers? You?”

“You, of course,” She starts, stating it matter-of-factly. “I’d advise you to go talk to Mr Valentino who’s standing in the corner over there.” She points in the distance. “Two can play at that game James is playing with you.”

“Oh darling, I love only you,” you say, mocking him. “It would not surprise me in the slightest if he’s having an affair with Hazel behind my back.”

“Oh, dolly. Hazel is not the type of woman he likes. Maybe he’s doing it to make you jealous.”

You nod, though you think poisoning his drink is not the smartest idea, as Gracie swirls around your usual alcoholic drink of choice in a small glass, trying to take your mind off what James is currently doing.

“I was surprised he hasn’t proposed yet since we've been together a year, but after seeing that… I don’t think there’s hope anymore.”

Moments later you feel familiar hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into an embrace, much different than the one in your bedroom ten minutes ago. It’s cold, distant almost, and James already smells like another woman’s perfume.

“Oh, now you want me?” You scoff, shoving his hands away from your waist. “That’s not how it works, March. You cannot go off with another woman and expect me to be okay with it. I’ve dealt with it enough with Beverly and I don’t want to have to do it again!”

James’ lips part, his mouth falling open in shock, breath stuttering as he tries to get words out, but no sound leaves his throat. He swallows the breath that caught in his throat, and his shock went down with it, leaving his frustration.

“I barely touched her, that is hardly the reason why my darling is so upset,” he says to Liz, who tuts at him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we were watching you, Mr March. You were all over that woman! I can even smell perfume off you and I know Y/N does not wear Jasmine. Was she even on your mind when you were over there with that other woman?”

James doesn’t say anything, instead leaving the bar in search of you, and he finds you almost immediately; down where the oldest part of the hotel is being renovated.

James doesn’t say anything, instead leaving the bar in search of you, and he finds you almost immediately; down where the oldest part of the hotel is being renovated.

You didn’t know where you’re running to, but anywhere away from James and the scent of another woman’s perfume lingering on him, and God awful perfume at that. You would think for the grand opening night of the Hotel Cortez she would wear a nice scent at least—

“Darling?” James calls, to no answer from you. “I need to have a private conversation with you before dinner.”

“No, James. Leave me alone—!”

“I am in love with only you, Dearest.”

You scoff, turning your back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. He walks up behind you, trailing his fingers down the curve of your neck, down your arm, down, down, to lace his fingers with yours, unravelling your arms from their crossed position, his lips taking a similar path. “And I will never lay my eyes on another woman again if that makes you happy. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

Your heart thrums in your chest as his kisses slow down, trailing back up to your neck, stopping to suck on your skin into his mouth, grazing the skin between his teeth, leaving a mark that would surely show up purple by dinner. But you don’t stop him this time, instead leaning into his soft touch, your breath ragged as his grip on your hips tightens.

“And yet you were flirting with another woman right in front of me,” you retort, his grip on your hips loosening so he can spin you around to face him.

“I was simply complimenting her outfit, my love.”

“So kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear is giving a compliment? Wow, March. You’ve got some nerve,” you scoff, trying to push him away, but his grip on you is too tight.

“I want my guests to feel welcome! I want people to come to my hotel, darling.”

“I’m not buying it,” you say, just as an idea pops into your head. Karma’s a bitch, but James has had it coming. A sly smile stretches the corners of your lips upwards, and you take James’ arm in yours. “You know… Actually, I forgive you. Let’s have a lovely dinner with our guests to celebrate.”

“I will not dare look at another woman, my Darling. You are my one and only. There is nobody I would rather spend my life with, until death do us part.”

One and only, you repeat to yourself in your head as you head back down to the entrance with James, to announce dinner will be served in the next ten minutes.

James takes a seat at the top of the table, and you take the seat closest to him on the left, opposite a young man. He looks to be the same age as James, slightly younger, maybe by a year or two. You make eye contact with him and he smiles back at you, a smile so contagious the corners of your lips begin to turn upwards.

“If I cannot look at other women, you cannot look at other men, my dear,” James says, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Oh so it is alright for you to get another woman’s perfume all over you, and yet I cannot even smile at somebody?” Your smile broadens as the crease between his brows deepens. “Are you jealous, Jimmy?” You say, knowing how much he hates it when you call him that in front of other people.

“Never,” he says between gritted teeth, the grip he has on his knife a bit too tight for comfort. “Now, would you be a dear and help Ms Evers?”

“I—“ you splutter, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “So you’re treating me like a servant now?”

“No, I’m simply asking you to help so everyone can get their food faster. And so we can be back in our bedroom faster.” Liar, he just wants to punish you, and publicly embarrass you in front of his guests for embarrassing him.

“I can’t get up. I can barely move in this dress on my own, it’s restraining me!”

James leans over towards you, placing one of his strong hands on your thigh. “It is indeed a tight one, my darling,” James says under his breath, matter of factly, tightening his grip on you under the table, making you let out a quiet yelp. One of which you were holding in for quite some time, since the elevator.

James chuckles under his breath, turning to look directly into your eyes. He leans in closer to your ear to whisper; “However, I do quite like watching you squirm. So you will do as I say.”

“James… I—”

“Not now, darling. Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of our guests? I thought so. Now, go help Ms Evers.”

You roll your eyes, shoving James’ hand away from you. He frowns again, and it looks like he’s about to stand up himself.

“Please, excuse my angel and I for a moment,” James announces as he stands to his feet, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m afraid dinner will have to wait.”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly out of your seat, taking you away from the table and back to the elevator. When you get to your bedroom, James pulls you inside and locks the door behind you both as you walk into the middle of the room.

“Dearest…” he says, flicking the light switch off so you’re in complete darkness. “I believe you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

“James, I— I can’t see where you are.”

“You will know where I am, my love.” He says from afar, and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, his hot breath ghosting your skin. “Just listen to my voice, there is no need to be scared of the dark.”

He lets his lips linger, hovering right on yours, his cold skin contrasting with your warmth. You can feel his breath on your lips. You can almost taste him. And you both can’t bear it. He presses his lips to yours as he curls his arms around you, pulling you against him, walking you backwards against the wall.

He moans as his tongue finds yours, resting his hand on the nape of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your neck. He takes a handful of your hair in his grip and pulls gently, making you exhale loudly against him.

“You like that, Darling? Hm?”

You let out a whimpering moan in response, his hand caressing your waist and back as he kisses you deeply, drifting slowly, subtly, upwards, until he could hook his fingers under the fabric of the top of your dress. He hesitates to roam his hands to the zipper at the back momentarily, until you press closer to him, the movement making his hand drop back to your hip.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away, letting it go with a quiet snap, making James groan. “Oh, my. Do that again, my Queen.”

And you do, drawing it out longer than the last time, letting out a soft moan of your own, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. Despite himself, and despite how many times he has fantasized about having you all to himself, nothing compares to how it actually feels, how nervous you make him even when he’s the one making the decisions and deciding what needs to be done tonight. But it isn’t enough, he has to get closer to you, somehow.

“I loved this dress on you, Dearest, but I’m afraid it now has to come off.”

His words send a shiver up your spine, and you can feel his eyes on you, looking deep into your soul though you’re surrounded by darkness, and the anticipation of what he will do next. He takes the small zipper on the back of your dress in between his index finger and thumb, pulling it down, and you take your arms out of the sleeves, letting the garment fall to the floor.

“I’m all yours, Sir,” you say, coiling your arms back around his neck. Though in complete darkness, you feel more exposed than ever, feeling the fabric of James’ suit brushing against your skin as he pulls you back into him, bringing his hand up to caress the side of your face.

“My my, all mine,” he replies. “It didn’t take much for you to admit that you’re mine, my beloved.”

“I just wanted to teach you a lesson, Mr March.”

You bring your hands up to where you think the buttons closing his suit jacket are, and you unbutton them, shoving the garment off him, doing the same with his shirt. You take your fingernails down his chest and stomach, and his fingers get to work unbuckling his belt and trousers.

“A lesson?”

“Shh, James… Less talking, more touching.”

As he is doing so, you start walking him backwards to where you think the bed is, and thank goodness James has a soft landing, as his back hits the mattress. You climb on top of him, your lips attaching themselves to his neck, attacking the skin, and you can almost see the purple marks in the darkness.

You rock your hips against his growing erection, hearing what sounds like whimpers coming from the back of his throat. You’ve never heard him like this before, and God, what a sound for sore ears.

A knock on the door interrupts you both, and you brace yourself, knowing James will begin shouting at whoever it is in 3… 2… “Who dares interrupt my love and I?! I’ll cut your arms off so you won’t bother us again!”

“Dinner has been served Mr March.” It's Ms Evers, so thankfully no limbs will be cut off. Tonight, anyway. “We are all waiting for you and your lovely Y/N.”

“Dinner can wait, Ms Evers. I’m quite busy right now,” he says, not leaving his position on the bed, instead encouraging you to kiss his neck again, threading his fingers through your hair again. “Allow us ten minutes of privacy, and then we shall join our guests for dinner.”

“As you wish, Mr March.”

As you wish, Mr March, you repeat in your mind, mocking her. She’s so desperate to be James’ number one that you get second hand embarrassment from it. She never stops.

You lift your head up to look at James, who’s got a little smirk playing on his lips. “Although, what you have to offer me, my love, will fill me to the brim. I will be too full for dinner when I’m done with you.”

@xxlangdon @sympathyforher @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut @unlivingdreams lmk if u wanna be added 🧡

[shedaresthedevil]

Every Star Fall Brought You to Tears Again

Pairing: Matt Murdock X ReaderOC (reader uses she/they pronouns)

Warnings: FLUFF, some angst (Just a sprinkle), smut, afab!reader, brief mention of S*lf h*rm, Matt being soft, tattoos, one bad blind joke, just lots and lots of fluff….and a very poorly, but made with love, cake.

Based on the ask “How long did you think you could hide this from me?” for @e-dubbc11

A/N :This is a LONG fic, its 7672 words. As per usual, I will be editing continuously, so if you see a mistake, no you did not.

There are TWO song links, and the second is exactly what I imagine reader's mother sounded like.

PLEASE tell me your favorite line/ part.

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You felt Matt’s mouth on your back, softly kissing up the moon phases along your spine. You let out a gentle sigh as you felt his lips on the last crescent phase between your shoulder blades, arching as he traveled to your neck.

“Good morning.” he whispered, moving your hair out of your face.

You had gone to a Twenty One Pilots concert last night at Madison Square Garden, and smears of red eyeshadow and tear tracks painted your face. Matt had come home after you, bruised but mostly intact, only to find that you had shed your clothes and flopped in bed, too exhausted to shower.

“Hmm.” you replied sleepily, smiling as you turned over.

You cracked an eye, hand reaching for your phone to check the time.

7 a.m.

You groaned, pulling your quilt back over your head.

"Matty, it's too early." You protested, relaxing instantly as you felt Matt's hands rubbing small circles on your back.

"I ran you a bath, and I'm going to make your favorite breakfast. All you have to do is get up, sweetheart."

Your head crept up from under the blankets, just slightly and Matt laughed.

"Did you get the good bacon from Nelson's?"

"Of course, only the best for your birthday."

You sat up, only to curl around Matt with your head on his lap, his fingers finding themselves in your hair.

"My birthday was five weeks ago, Matt. You don't have to do all this." You murmured, on the verge of falling back asleep.

"You spent your birthday working and being uncomfortable in someone's lap. I think you deserve a redo."

That was true, you supposed. You had had to pose as an exotic dancer to obtain some Intel and it unfortunately had coincided with your 28th birthday. Getting to dress up and use your cosplay and sfx skills for a Halloween themed night had been fun, but writhing around on someone other than Matt's lap had been…not so fun.

" Dancing on your lap was fun though, and after we got home. I swear I'm still sore."

You said, grinning up at him mischievously.

"Are you complaining?"

The bruises and some bite marks still adorned your body, mostly healed but still a reminder that you were Matt's.

"Absolutely not."

"Did you have a good time last night?"

Matt knew how much you loved music, which is why he had planned to take you to the orchestra later. He couldn't wait to tell you, but several things had to come before that.

"Mhmm, I only cried like four times, it's fine."

"Four? That's not bad for you at a concert."

Matt was unsurprised at the pillow that collided with his arm.

"Butthead. You could have caught that." You grumbled playfully.

He chuckled, setting the pillow back at the top of the bed.

"Yeah but I may have deserved it. Your water is getting colder by the second, you better get up. We have a lot to do today, but we can only do it all if you get up in the next few seconds."

Matt leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead. How could you say no to this man?

Reluctantly, you rolled out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. You both had agreed to stay at your house on the outer edge of Hell's Kitchen last night, and you were so glad you did. Your bathtub was far larger than Matthews, and you could fully submerge or have Matt join you, if you wanted to. You took care of your personal business, brushed your teeth, and finally entered the main interior of your bathroom. A few dozen red carnations floated atop the steaming hot bath. The water was darkened with a black bath bomb you had made, the identical scent of your perfume oil filling the air. You felt yourself grin from ear to ear.

"Surprise." Matt had crept up behind you, hanging up fresh towels on your heated rack.

"This is… thank you."

You felt strange, shy almost at the amount of kindness he showed you, even after you had admitted that you had feelings for each other.

"Of course. You don't need to thank me, sweetheart. I did it because I wanted to, and because you deserve it."

"Do I though?" You thought, eyes finding the black and white marble of your floor.

You felt Matt's hand on your face. He couldn't read your mind, but he knew you well enough now to know that you often felt unworthy of things, just like he did. Matt's lips found yours, and you surrendered immediately.

"You deserve to be taken care of. You deserve to be loved. I love you. So much." He whispered, his thumb brushing across your jaw reassuringly.

You took a step back so he could "see" you better.

"I l-o-v-e y-o-u, t-o-o, d-e-v-i-l-i-s-h  m-a-n"  You signed, giving each letter individually.

You hadn't mouthed the words, nor spoken them. Matt had been learning ASL, and you had been learning how to read in braille. The latter was a secret until he caught you one night, hands skimming over the page. He had asked that you taught him some ASL in exchange, in case you ever needed to communicate silently.

“I …love you…too. Devilish..man?” he posed, uncertain.

“That’s right.”

Matt signed back,  moving slowly.

“I.. love you too. Little Hell…hound. ” He mouthed, signing the term of endearment perfectly.

You smiled again, taking his offered hand as he helped you settle down in the tub, the carnations parting like the red sea. Kneeling beside the bathtub as you sank down into the water, he reached for your shampoo. You dove under for a moment to wet your hair, red streams from your makeup falling down into the abyss.

“You’ll need a little more than that. ” you said, seeing the small amount of shampoo he had placed in his hand.

Your hair had grown out a bit, the long side and back now touching the middle of your shoulder blades. You kept the right side of your head shorn short, but you could now part it so it appeared even on both sides, if you desired to. You sank even lower into the tub as Matt’s calloused hands worked into your hair, washing the sweat and tears from the night before away. You hummed in contentment as he moved, taking extra care.

“I’m going to become spoiled if you keep this up, Matt.” you mumbled, relaxed. You went beneath the water once more to rinse out your hair.

“Well, if that’s the case then you will be absolutely decayed by the time today is over. Are we feeling more feminine or neutral today?”

“The first one.”

You felt heat creep across your face; you always felt more effeminate when he took care of you. You always felt feminine in a sense, because that is what you had grown up as- and had existed as for twenty-three years until you figured it out.  But you never truly felt like a woman, either. You had never wanted to be confined to a gender or a societal role. You had felt insecure when you had explained it to Matthew, even though he was fully accepting of you being non-binary.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes for our next activity, if that’s okay?”

You nodded, thankful he always granted you the space to choose. Matt stood, kissing your wet hair and leaving you to bathe in peace. Thor jumped up on the edge of the tub as soon as Matt left to keep you company, tail swishing just above the water.

Walking into your closet, Matt felt the rows of jeans, leggings, and riding pants, searching for a particular pair. He found them, pairing them with what he hoped was a black shirt. He set them aside, looking for your boots and another set of clothes for after your ride. Matthew was determined that you would get to do all of your favorite things today. He laid them out on top of your dresser, and sat down on your bed to wait for you. Several minutes later, you emerged, drying your hair with your towel. Matthew took the opportunity to pick you up while your eyes were covered.

“MATT!” you squealed, laughing as he set you down on the bed, the towel for your hair forgotten and the one wrapped around your body open and beneath you now. He kissed you lightly, groaning into your mouth as you retaliated, growing more fervent in your need to have him closer. Your breathing grew heavier as his mouth moved from yours and down onto your neck to bite you gently, tongue flicking across the flesh to soothe the ache. You smelled like you always did, but the intensity was higher from the scented water. It was driving him mad; he had to have you. He could not stand another minute without touching you. Matthew traveled even further down, hands roaming over your sides, gliding over your tattoos and scars, your desire escalating by the moment.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish Matt.” you breathed, feeling his hands slide over your thighs.

“Who says I won’t finish you? If you want it. Today is about you- I couldn’t care less if i got off.”

You had taken off the leather band that you wore as a stand in for a collar; it was Matt’s indication that consent was given. If you didn’t have it on, whether it was simply to shower or whether you were not in a good headspace, he would ask. Sometimes he still did, even when you wore it.

“Please.”

The devil grinned, placing his lips on the scars inside your thighs. He always remembered the night that you had shown them to him, that you had told him that they were self-inflicted from many years prior. He wanted to ensure that you never felt that way again, not if he could prevent it.

You let out a small, delicious gasp as his fingers made contact between your legs, pressing just hard enough and going achingly slow. He loved making you react beneath him and hearing every small, breathy sound he could draw out of you.  His free hand wrapped around your throat, and that's all it took for you to be gone. You arched against his hand as his fingers slid inside you, his sinfully gifted tongue replacing the pressure on your clit. You whimpered as his grip tightened on the side of your throat, and you swore you felt him smile against you with the small amount of coherence you had left.  Matt knew exactly what he was doing when he added a third finger inside you, curving them upward and moving his mouth on you even faster. Your thighs began to tremble, the soft, airy sound of you moaning becoming more frequent.  He chased after your release, knowing it would happen any moment as your heart rate continued to climb.  Your hands gripped at the one around your throat; you were right on the edge, trying so hard not to writhe too much and be good for him. The heat seared up your legs, making its way to the center of your being.

"Please, Matthew."  You pleaded, verging on a sob.

You only remembered a few words when you slipped into this headspace, yes, no, and the safe word being of the utmost importance. But you always remembered please and his name. Hearing you moan his full name as you begged almost sent him over the edge, right then and there. Between that, your scent, the sounds you were making, and the way you tasted? It was a wonder his sweats weren't coated in him already.  He swapped his tongue for his thumb once more, but only for a moment to speak.

"You don't have to beg, not for me. Whenever you feel it, just let it happen."

That was all you needed-was his permission. You contracted around his fingers, shaking and coming with a low, lingering moan. Matt went to release your throat, but your hands stopped him, silently appealing to him to keep it there. He loosened his grip instead, kissing you between your thighs and making you jump as he withdrew his fingers. Matt came to hover above you, meeting your mouth with his own. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only made you whine in response. Matt reached for your  hand, interlacing his fingers with yours and giving you a reassuring squeeze. He untangled his fingers, tapping into your palm three times.

You are safe. I love you. Are you okay?

He hovered his hand above yours, awaiting your answer. You tapped up thrice in reply. If the number was the same, that meant you were alright. If it was less, something was wrong. You had come up with this system in the event that you went completely non-verbal and could not give the safe word.  You checked on each other periodically, and you loved that he always put your comfort above all else. Your hands ran down his chest, fingers dancing across his own scars. His eyes rolled back slightly at your touch, and he let out another groan into your mouth as they descended. Your hands pulled at the waist of his pants; you wanted him inside of you.

"Please." You said again, desperate against his mouth.

"You can have anything you want." He replied, pulling away to strip down, making sure to trail his hand down the length of your body before doing so.

You were so soft when you were like this, and God he loved it.  All the defenses you had were set aside, and you were no longer hidden behind your walls. He settled against the padded headboard, making the rings that were attached to the frame clink against the wood. The thought of tying your arms to them while he moved up into you crossed his mind. Another day, perhaps. He knew how tactile you were, and today was your birthday, unofficially or not. He wouldn't restrain you right now, even though he knew you would enjoy it. There wasn't enough time for that.

You had sat up on your knees, waiting for Matt to tell you it was alright to proceed. You respected his space as well, knowing that he could become overstimulated in the worst way if you moved too quickly.

"Come here, sweetheart."

You moved, wrapping your legs around him and hovering above his lap- he had not given you his consent. Your head tilted backwards slightly, going with the motion of Matt's hand as his fingers grasped your hair from the behind. You let out a small hmm as he sucked at the hollow of your neck, claiming you and marking you as his. 

"Take what you want."

As much as Matt liked being dominant, he liked to relinquish control in varying degrees on occasion. Sometimes that meant the role was reversed and you dominated him, and sometimes it meant that he would lay back and let you use him.

A small, sharp exhale escaped your mouth as you started to descend down onto him. The same sound you made whenever he buried himself in you.  It didn't matter what position it was, it always happened. He breathed out as you met the base of him, becoming fully sheathed in you. And then you began to move your body. Matt's free hand took hold of your hip, moving with  every roll and rise of you on his cock. Normally, you had at least ten minutes of stamina before you became overly sensitive , but you had slipped into sub space so quickly today. Matt knew it was only a matter of when, not if. The feeling of you wrapped around him was something ethereal in and of itself. Soon, he felt your pace falter as you grew tired and overstimulated. 

"You're doing so well, let me take over. Let me take care of you. " He praised, and you nodded, moving your hands from his shoulders to the top of the headboard.

Riding Matt was one experience, but having him fuck you from underneath? It was a sinful feeling, but you reveled in it. It was the only way that you could finish from penetration alone, and Matt took full advantage of that information. He knew the exact depth, rhythm, and force it would take to make you orgasm again. His pleasure was derived from yours, and he wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel good. His hand was still in your hair,not pulling as hard as before. You moaned, feeling his length slide against you in just the right way.

"There it is."

He smirked, placing his mouth on your chest and putting his hand around your throat again. He wanted to feel your pulse, not just hear it. His low groans mixed with your quiet, breathy ones as he felt himself growing nearer. He moved his hips upward even harder and the sound you made in response was angelic; a sound he knew only he could pull from you. You bit your lip, feeling vulnerable and trying to be quieter as your volume grew slightly.

"No, I want to hear you, please." He said, hearing your heart galloping in your chest.

You would finish before him, he knew that much.

"One more, give me one more, little hellhound."

 Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as you came around him, his name on your lips. He released your hair, wanting to look at you, in the only way he could, as he crested over his own wave. Matthews hips stuttered, thighs trembling as he poured into you, moaning at the feeling. His grip on your throat released, and his hand now rested at the base of your neck, as your hand now rested on his. That was how you grounded each other in many situations.

You collapsed against him, burying your head on the opposite side of your hand. You were breathing hard, the air coming and going in harsh pants. Matt ran his fingers lightly across the skin of your back, tracing over your tattoos, trying to get you to come back down. It took a little longer than usual, but he was fine with that. You could take as long as you needed and he would stay without complaint. Soon, your breathing became deeper, and you nuzzled up against the back of his jaw.

"There's my good girl.."

"Hi." You said timidly, looking up at Matt.

"Hi," Matt whispered back, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Are you with me?"

"I'm more than okay, I swear."

You meant it, and he knew that. You couldn't lie to him, even if you wanted to.

A sly smirk crept across his face.

"I think we both need another shower."

You touched your lips to his, smiling against his mouth.

"I think you might be right, counselor."

…………………………………………

"Did you pick this pair because they make my ass look good or what?" You teased, turning to face Matt. He rode beside you on Yvaine, with Foggy and Karen on Ashoka and Kylo behind you. You were riding early, just as the sun had begun to rise, your breath coming out in heated clouds against the cold air.

"No, I picked them because they're red, your favorite color."

"Our favorite color," you corrected, steering Tristan to the right of the trail. " How do you even know they're red?"

"Because you told me they were. I remembered which pair it was because of the embroidery on the side of the leg."

That was true, there was an intricate design of filigree down the seam of the thigh. Curse him for his attention to detail.

"And it may also have to do with the fact that they make your ass look pristine." He admitted, laughing quietly.

"Can we go faster?" Foggy asked, catching up to you and Matt. The chestnut Paint mare he sat atop tossed her head, almost in agreement.

"I don't know, can we? Are you ready for that Foggy?"

"I think I was born ready."

"That's what you said last week when they knocked you into the dirt, Fog." Karen chimed in, pulling up beside him.

"Listen, I just wasn't ready, that's all. Sword fighting is an advanced art."

“Keep telling yourself that buddy.” Matt added, reaching over to put his hand on your thigh. 

You smiled, loving how much he wanted to have contact with you all the time. You were both so touch starved from months and years of holding people at an arm's length. 

“I love you.” You whispered, so quietly that only Matthew could hear you.

He turned towards you.

“I know, sweetheart.” he grinned, leaning over to kiss you in the winter air. 

You reciprocated in kind, connecting your lips with Matt’s, getting caught up in the moment.

“Get a room you two!” Foggy jabbed playfully, looking at Karen who’s smile reflected his own.

 Truthfully, it brought him an immense amount of happiness to see his best friend full of joy. Matt had been solemn for weeks, and a month after they had buried Elektra, you had walked into his life. That was six months ago, and Foggy had been ecstatic to hear that you two had finally figured out that you had feelings for each other.

Other than the rampant denial and the rough start with Karen, everything had been great. Karen and you had become pretty close over time. She saw that you truly cared for Matt, and even though he had hurt her, she still wanted him to be happy. You had called her out for not even giving Matt a chance to explain, while also calling out his lack of communication during the Frank Castle case. There was wrong doing on both sides, but it was nothing close to black and white.

Matt’s hand shot out to rebalance you as you started to fall out of the saddle. This resulted in you knocking your helmet into his, ending in a fit of laughter from everyone involved.

“How fortunate for you I was here to catch you.” Matt said, amusement painting his voice.

“It’s not my fault you made me lightheaded. And I wasn’t going to fall.”

“I know. I would never allow it.”

A witty, heartful reply fell dormant on your lips as an alarm on Karen’s phone went off.

“Matt.” she warned, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “We should head back, it’s almost time.”

He nodded, turning Yvaine around to head back to the barn.

“Where? What are you all talking about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just  come on.” Karen replied, turning her horse alongside Foggy.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“I may not have enhanced hearing, but that sounds like a lie.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Matt, why am I not allowed to  know anything? It’s making me anxious.”

Matt reached over, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.  He paused, turning toward you, tilting your chin up towards him.

“I know it is, and I’m sorry. I swear to you that you have nothing to be anxious about. Can you trust me on that?”

You exhaled deeply, placing your hand against his chest.

“I trust you, Matt Murdock, with my life.” you said after a moment, leaning into the hand that caressed your face.

“Oh, you do, huh?” he mused, smirking as you pressed him against the brick of the closest building.

“Don’t be reticent, Counselor. I would never lie to you.”

Matt laughed, taking your hand and leading you back onto the walkway.

“You couldn’t even if you tried. Close your eyes, we’re almost there.”

Matt could hear the hum of the tattoo machines and smell the ink, even from a block away.

“You want me to close my eyes and walk? That’s very much the blind leading the blind, devilish man. ”

You took his arm, and allowed Matthew to lead you. You perked up the minute he opened the door to the shop. You knew where you were immediately.

“You can open them now.”

“I already know where I am. Are you getting a tattoo?” you inquired, finally opening your eyes to the brocade wallpaper you knew so well. You had been trying to convince Matt to get a tattoo for months, even offered to design it but he always said it was too risky. Tattoos were to recognizable if they were seen. You had argued that you had many tattoos, but you also had them before you decided to become a vigilante; well, most of them. Your newest one had been for Danielle, and you had been itching for another to add to your collection of art on your skin.

“No, but you are. You can get anything you want, it’s already paid for.”

“Matt, this is too much I can’t…”

Your voice faded as you saw Serena running towards you. She embraced you, squealing with delight at seeing you. She had been adorning your body for years, and you were one of her favorite clients.

“I don’t usually do this, but it’s your un-birthday, so I’ve been told. What were you thinking darling?” she asked,  raising her brows in excitement.

“Oh, um. Well, I haven’t really had time to think about it. Give me just a minute?”

Serena nodded, leaving to go clean her station and get ready for your session.

You turned back to Matthew,  who had already taken a seat to wait for you. You flopped down beside him, staring at him expectantly.

“I want you to pick it. ”

“Excuse me? No, it’s your body. What if you hate what I pick?”

You scoffed, running your hand through his hair.

“As long as it's not a bible verse or a cross I think I’ll be alright. Please? It’s my birthday, and you did say I could have whatever I wanted.”

Matt sighed, conceding that he had, in fact, declared that this morning. You both stood, and you led Matt over to Serena’s booth. You explained to her that you wanted him to choose the design, and she sent you away to go sit while they discussed. After several minutes, Matt came to get you.

“What did you decide on? ”

Matt tsked, sitting down at the head of the table you would be laying down on.

“You said you trusted me, so that’s a surprise too. ”

“Alright, let me see those thick ass thighs babe.” Serena interjected, snapping on a pair of gloves and opening a fresh needle.

“Oh, so I don’t get to see it and I don’t get to choose the placement either? Interesting.”

You slid off your pants, grateful that Matt had chosen a looser pair for you to change into after your ride. You were also grateful that you had worn underwear with more coverage today, given that you were now half naked.

"Which leg do you want, Serena?"

"The left one. Lay on your back and put your left foot against your other leg. That's it."  She encouraged you as you followed instructions. 

"Now relax and talk to this gorgeous man you have conveniently forgotten to tell me about."

You rolled your eyes and felt the cold of the alcohol as she disinfected your leg, laying back and reaching for Matthew’s hand. You leaned forward a little bit as you felt the design being placed on your leg. It was to the inside of your thigh, perpendicular to your knee, and right above the scars you had made.

“Hey, no peeking! You'll ruin the surprise.” Serena slapped your calf, leaving a sting behind.

Your head turned immediately back toward Matt, face heating in embarrassment at being caught.

"You just can't help yourself can you?" Matt teased, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes.

You shook your head.

"Serena can we put on some music?"

"Yeah, I have an echo, just tell it what you want."

You thought for a moment, and then asked it to open Spotify and play your go to playlist that Serena had made for you over the years.

A string quartet version of Helena filled the small booth, and you hummed along as you heard the compressor turn on.

“I hope it’s a pony. I do love those.” you joked, inhaling sharply and squeezing his hand as you felt the needle make contact with your skin.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but it isn’t.”

Within minutes you settled into it, the constant in and out therapeutic in its own way.

“So what else do we have to do today, counselor?” your voice was low, sleepy almost.

“I only have two more things planned, I promise. Are you… falling asleep?”

Your eyes were sliding shut around the thirty minute mark, between the white noise, Matt playing with your hair, and the music it wouldn’t be hard for you to go to sleep.

“They slept through the entire last half of their back tattoo, so it wouldn’t be surprising if they did. ” Serena remarked, dipping into her ink again.

“The moon phases? On your spine? You slept through that?” he asked, shocked.

“Mhmm, I sure did. Should I even go to sleep? Or do you think you’ll be done within the hour? The design didn’t look big. ”

“I just need to shade, so maybe another forty-five minutes tops?”

You decided to stay awake, opting to continue to guess what else Matt had planned for you.

Everything you could think of, Matt denied.

“This isn’t fair, I can't tell when you’re lying.” you mumbled, somewhat affronted.

“That’s the fun part, sweetheart.”

You breathed out harshly as you felt the sting of the shader needle placed against you for what felt like the thousandth time. The next twenty minutes went by and you fought everything in you not to peek, hissing through your teeth as Serena wiped the excess ink away over and over. Eventually, it was over and Serena cleaned your new addition, placing a sheet of Saniderm across it after she took a photo for her portfolio.

“Okay you can look now. Handled it like a champ, as always.”

You sat up and looked down, confused at first by the dots that faded from black to red. Your head tilted, trying to get a better look. Serena looked at Matt, whose focus was entirely on you.

You realized that it was in braille, so you shut your eyes, running your fingers lightly over the tender flesh. You had been more successful in trying to remember what each combination of braille cells if you weren’t looking.

 ⠎⠞⠁⠽  ⠁⠇⠊⠧⠑

“S….T.. Stay. Stay….A…L…I… Stay Alive? ”

You felt the burn of tears beneath your lids as your eyes stayed closed.The tear that escaped barely had time to run down your cheek  before Matthews hand was on your face, brushing it away with his thumb.  Matt placed his hand on the side of your throat, trying to gauge your reaction. He placed his forehead to yours as he felt your hand find purchase on his arm.

“Do you like it?” he whispered, tasting the salt of your tears in the air.

You nodded fervently, smiling and giving a breathy laugh. Matthew couldn’t have picked a better tattoo for you. It was a gentle reminder of him, and it was also a line from a song that had saved your life, countless times. A song you had cried so hard to last night at Madison Square Garden.

“I love it, Matt. Truly.” You cried,pressing your lips against him. You increased the intensity of the kiss, tongue sliding against his…and then remembered you were in public when Serena reappeared at the door way.

“You two are absolutely adorable. Put on your jacket and your pants, get out of here, and go have a very merry un-birthday darling.”

You stood, reaching for your pants and sliding them on, wincing as the fabric grazed your skin. Thanking Serena and the girl at the desk after you had tipped her, you left the shop and made your way back to the obnoxiously far spot Matt had made you park in so you couldn’t see the tattoo shop. Settling in behind the wheel, you reached for Matt again. You pulled him against you, mouth colliding once again. It was all push and pull, like the gravitational waves of the ocean and the moon. His hand gripped onto your thigh, and you were relieved that it was the left one that was tattooed as his fingers sunk into your skin through your jeans. You moaned against his mouth as his other hand found its way around your throat. You could have him right now, and you wouldn’t care that you were in public. Another alarm went off on Matt’s phone and he broke away from you, leaving your breathing heavy and and ache between your thighs that had nothing to do with your new tattoo. Matt caught the scent of your arousal in the small space, imprinting on the front of his mind, and God if he didn’t want to take you, right then and there.

“We have to make a pit stop at the office.” Matt said, straightening up his jacket.

“What for?” you panted, a devious grin crossing your lips.

“The tickets for the last thing are in my desk. I put them there so I wouldn't lose them.”

“Uh, huh. Sure. You realize you can’t bite or grab my left thigh for weeks, right?”

He smirked, chuckling to himself.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you have two, isn’t it?”

Shifting the car into gear, you drove across town to Nelson and Murdock.

……………………………………………………………………………………………..

As Matt turned the lock to the office, your suspicion grew.

“You’re up to something, I know it.”

“Now what makes you say that?” he smirked, opening the door. You reached for the light switch, flipping it on.

“Surprise!”

Foggy, Karen, Alexandria, and Rhiannon’s voices shouted simultaneously.

“How long did you think you could hide this from me?”

Matthew shrugged.

“Long enough?”

You shook your head, smiling as you made your way across the floor to meet a running Rhiannon.

“Happy Birthday Auntie!” Rhiannon exclaimed, rubbing her nose against yours in greeting; it was something you had done with her since she was little. You picked her up, turning back to Matt.

“Thank you sweet bean. Matt, I told you I did not want a whole big party.”

“In my defense, I would not call this big.”

“Objection, it was my idea. ” Karen said, coming over to place a small gift in your hand.

“It’s not a lot, but I know you liked it when you saw it when we went out last week.”

“Karen, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

You set Rhiannon down, who then jumped on Matt. You adored that she loved him, sometimes thinking that she may love him more than she loved you. Pulling the drawstring of the small chiffon bag open, you reached inside. Your hand came back with a small, thin leather choker. A silver ring at its center, adorned with a crescent moon. Two lines of chain came together beneath the charm from either side of the choker, holding a small black crystal.

“Karen this is… thank you.” you stuttered, immediately putting it on.

Karen hugged you tightly, saying that it was really no problem.

“Yeah , okay so she got you a pretty necklace, but I would argue that mine is way cooler.” Foggy interjected, handing you an unwrapped amazon package when Karen and you broke apart.

“I didn’t have time to wrap it, sorry.” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“Last minute?” you asked, tearing open the box.

“Yep.”

“Gotta love prime shipping.”

You finally got through all the unnecessary packaging, revealing what Foggy had gotten you.

“Is this what I think it is?”

A mischievous grin crossed his face.

“Yeah! I got one too!”

You pulled out the sheath, making sure the strap that went across your body fit. It was designed so that your sword could be pulled from behind you when it was drawn.

“Come here you giant nerd.”

You pulled Foggy into a hug, telling him that you would both definitely be using them the next time he came over to practice.

“Me next! ME NEXT!” Rhiannon squealed, squirming out of Matt’s arms and bolting toward a bag that her mother held. She held it out to you, bag swinging with the abruptness of her movements. You crouched down to take it from her, all the while she was practically vibrating with delight.

“Okay, okay. Let me see what you got me.” you made eye contact with Alex, knowing full well that Rhiannon may have had the idea, but she certainly did not pay for it.

Reaching in the bag, you felt…velvet? You stood, bringing the object upwards with you ; A dress unfurled in your hands. The long sleeves of the dress were a dark blue mesh that matched the silk, the neckline coming together in a wide V on the structured bodice. The sides of the dress were black, acentuating the curve of the wearer in soft velvet.  The lower half of the dress was smooth, splitting into two separate pieces so your legs could be seen. Very few times in your life were you actually speechless, and this was one of them.

“It’s the dress from Stardust! Well, not exactly, but very close! We saw it and thought that you had to have it! Go try it on!”

You looked around the room at all the people that loved you, trying very hard to hold back tears. Matt gave you an encouraging nod towards his office. You almost sprinted, screaming internally. You had wanted that dress for years, but this one was a nod to it and it was much closer to something you would actually wear.

“Matt?” you called out, struggling with the back zipper.

 A few moments later, he opened the door just enough for him to get in, shutting it behind him.

“Yes- holy…wow. You look amazing.”

He was so caught off guard, and even though he could not see every detail of the dress, he could make out the basic shape of it against your body. He knew you looked absolutely beautiful, and that he would think that, even if you were in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“Too bad I don’t have better shoes to go with it. ” You said, looking down at your beat up knee high boots.

“No one is looking at your feet, trust me. And you wearing combat boots with a dress is very much you, Sweetheart.”

Matt decided it would be best to rejoin your friends before he ripped your brand new dress off your body. Grabbing the tickets for his final gift of the evening, you re-entered the main interior of the office. 

Foggy stood, holding onto a cake that he had shoved twenty-eight candles onto.

“Please dear gods, don’t sing. We might set off the fire alarm if we wait that long for me to  blow them out. There’s more fire than cake at this point!” you laughed, leaning to extinguish the flames.

“WAIT! Don't forget to make a wish!” Rhiannon bounced up and down, making sure to be heard.

You contemplated, trying to decide what to wish for. After a few moments, you blew out your candles, finally able to see the cake. It was a horrendously frosted cake, decorated with moons, stars, and covered in edible glitter.

“I’m sensing a theme here guys.”

“I made it. I’m sorry it’s not very good. Karen helped with the actual baking part.” Matt mumbled, sidling up next to you.

You just smiled, shaking your head.

“It’s perfect. I love it.”

“I have one more gift for you, but you might want to sit down for it.” Alex finally said.

“Why would I need to sit down? Don’t tell me you’re  declaring your love for me and proposing after twelve years of friendship?”

“Sit down you idiot.”

“Fine, fine.” you threw your hands up in mocking surrender and moved over to Karen’s desk chair.

Matt followed you,  knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“So, I did a little bit of work and I made you this. I had Gavin polish it though so it sounds good.” Alexandria explained, pulling out her phone.

Your head tilted, confused. She pressed the screen after scrolling to find what she was looking for.  She set the phone on the desk, a soft piano tune accompanied by a cello filled the space. It didn’t take you long to recognize the tune. A laugh that could not be completely erased from the recording escaped the speaker.

“Is that?”

Your tear filled eyes met Alex’s, who only nodded.

Danielle. It was a recording of her playing the song on her cello. An entire minute passed and then the vocals began.

“La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you”

Your mother’s soothing voice joined the instrumental and you finally let yourself cry. It was your Mother’s favorite song to sing to you when you were small, and even when you had grown, she pulled it out in times of sadness and heartbreak. You had sung it to Rhiannon when she was a baby to help put her to sleep. Alex’s arm wrapped around you; you were both crying now.

“I love you so much.”

“No, I love you.” you shot back, holding her even tighter.

The song ended, and still you did not release Alex.

“Bitch, you made me cry in front of everyone.” you sniffled, laughing to cover up your bittersweet emotions.

“Jerk, you made me cry because you’re crying. Let go of me or you're going to be late.”

Alexandria pulled away, taking your hands and placing them in Matt’s.

“One more gift, and then there’s no more surprises.”

You raised a brow, still not quite sure if he was telling the truth.

“For real this time?”

“For real this time,  I promise.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

You radiated with excitement as you took your seat beside Matt. His hand took its usual resting place on your thigh, his skin warm against the chill of the orchestra hall. He had gotten the tickets to Fantasy In Strings last month, well before any of the rest of today had been planned. Matt knew that this would have been more than enough for you, but he felt like you deserved more, given how your twenty-seventh birthday had gone. Matthew wanted nothing more than for this version of your birthday to be everything you desired.

“Thank you for today, Matt. I have loved every moment of it, almost as much as I love you.” You whispered as the curtain raised.

“Then I guess I’ve done something right, because from what you tell me, you love me a lot.”

Matt grazed his mouth against yours, pulling away when he heard the first note of the violin.

He felt the bare flesh of your thigh rise against his hand at the crescendo of music filling the hall. You had told him once that not everyone experienced frisson when they heard music, but people that did had a tendency to feel emotions on a more intense level. You were smiling, eyes closed and more than content to be there, listening to the orchestra with Matthew beside you. It wouldn’t last forever, but for the next hour, you had this small sliver of peace.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

“I swear to your god if you drop me Matthew!” You shrieked as Matt turned sideways to get through the doorway of his apartment. He had vehemently insisted on carrying you up the stairs, and you knew even Matt would be tired by the time you got up there.

“Listen if I can carry Frank Castle up a hill, I can carry you to my bed.”

“Oh, really?  Are we going to finish what we started in the car earlier?” you said, suggestion heavy in your tone.

Matt tossed you onto the mattress, crawling to hover above you.

“Maybe.”

He gave you his best lopsided grin, his dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. You grabbed a hold of his tie, pulling him gently downward.

“You’re too far away, Matthew.”

Your mouths connected, soft and intimate. Matt could be rough, but he could also be so gentle with you and it was one of his many attributes that you loved about him. You reached downward, gripping onto his ass, just because you could. Matt sighed, breaking away from you.

“We should get ready, sweetheart. We can definitely finish this when we get home.”

You sat up, pouting momentarily before concluding that he was right. He removed his jacket, shirt, and tie, tossing them aside, leaving his bare chest for you to gaze at. You somehow managed to reach your zipper, dropping the dress to the floor, much like you had dropped your robe the first time you and Matt had been physically intimate. His mouth opened and then closed again. You were standing there in nothing but your underclothes and boots.

“If you’re going to be a tease, I’ll just have to make you suffer for it.” you turned on your heel, heading for the daredevil trunk in the living room closet. You kept a set of your vigilante clothes here with his , just so you had them regardless of where you were. You had just opened the door when you heard Matt’s footsteps catch up to you, arm wrapping around your body and pulling you against him. He sank his teeth into the side of your neck, eliciting a soft moan in response as he kissed the pain away.

“You’re not playing fair, and I’ll make sure you remember why you shouldn’t do that when we get home.” he growled, lower in his register.

“You swear?” you breathed, turning to meet Matt’s impossibly intense stare.

“Would I lie to you?” he smirked.

[burnedbyshoto]

the bodyguard

— Kirishima gets assigned to be the bodyguard to one of the worlds greatest idols: you. —

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pairing: bodyguard!kirishima eijirou x idol!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, brat taming, authority kink, spanking, blowjob, slapping, choking, brat taming, brat!reader, modern!au, no quirks, bodyguard!kirishima, idol!reader, PTSD portrayal, anxiety, war flashbacks, implied minor character death, drugging, alcohol consumption, size difference: kirishima is 2 feet taller than you, regardless of the reader’s original height. If you’re 6 ft congrats he’s 8 ft.

word count: 20,500

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab.... im so sorry, it’s 4:30 am and I have a plane to catch in 2 hours to get back to school. thank you jo for proofreading this for me because lol I am a mess. if the paragraph spacing did not work as I wish it does, please let me know so I can go in and edit in visible paragraph spacers!

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“I’ll be okay.”

The smell of dirt, sweat, and blood clung to the air.

The sun was setting, its blood-red shine illuminating against the destroyed earth, making the already bloodied soil even bloodier. 

There was no telling if the land was quiet, if the reason why the world's silence was because the world just for this moment had gone silent, or if the earlier explosions were still ringing in his ears.

Kirishima sat wounded, his back pressed to the wall, his eyes wide, breathing erratic. He can’t move, can’t bother picking up the gun that lays abandoned by his knee as warm, sticky liquid spills onto his clothed knees and continues to soak the fabric of his jeans.

What had he done?

What in the fucking world had he done?!

BOOM!

Kirishima stills, his eyes stilling on the floor and looking at the clear moisture. He doesn’t need to touch his face to know it’s a combination of both sweat and tears. 

His ears sing with white noise, the erratic beat of his heart, and his pained breathing.

“I’ll be okay,” the ghost taunts his mind.

But I’m not okay, Kirishima tries to speak, but knows with how his tongue is sitting like a thick dried sponge in his mouth, he won’t be able to speak. Pushing off the cold floor, flops onto his back, his arm flinging over his closed, shaken eyes until the ringing in his ear disappears into his alarm clock. 

05:30.

Kirishima lays there for a bit more, his chest still heaving heavily with the weight of lead.

Inhale.

Hold.

Exhale.

Better?

No, not yet.

Kirishima runs through breathing exercises, his chest never stopping in it’s hiccuped, broken pants as his memories continue to haunt his mind. If only he was smarter, more observant, better.

“Time to get up, time to get up, time to get up,” his phone screams with his second alarm set at 06:45. The sound does what it’s intended, jolting Kirishima out of his own head. His labored breathing shallowing just enough for his lungs to finally grasp ahold of its required function.

Today was an important day for him; he needed to be on his tiptop game, according to what Toshinori said yesterday.

I’m okay, he convinced himself as he does every morning after having this dream. Kirishima flings his arm off his eyes, the morning purple sun shining softly through his blinds. I’m okay.

Date: 4/2 Time: 08:00 Location: UA Services

“And in other news, music industries princess Y/n has been attacked by yet another round of masked perpetrators. Fortunately for the music idol, she was left unhurt but was clearly rattled. This is but the fourth attack on Y/n since three weeks ago. It’s leaving many of us fans, spectators, and civilians wondering just what is being done to ensure her safety? Y/n is reported to not have a single bodyguard to her name, wanting to quote-on-quote ‘experience her fans to the fullest’, but with these recent attacks, we can’t help but hope something is done. At least until something is done about these attackers—”

Kirishima’s eyes tore away from the screen, his lips pressed into a deep frown as he took in the story. There was deep worry about it, not only because he hated the idea of people getting hurt, but because he was a big fan of yours.

Your debut album had come out during his training camp for the military. Not only was it an instant billboard smasher breaking every standing record, but his commanding officers were obsessed with the album and played it continuously until they graduated. Most of Kirishima’s comrades came to dislike your music solely because they remember throwing up, bleeding, and suffering while you sang about love and whatnot, but Kirishima? Kirishima fell in love.

It was a bright spot in his life, and he was grateful for your music, even if it has been ten years and six albums since the training camp.

“Yo, Kiri!” a voice cheered out happily as a hand clasped onto his shoulder from behind. Kirishima held the flinch that threatened to rip through his bones. Kirishima turned to find Kaminari grinning up at him, a cup of steaming tea in one hand as he grinned brightly at his coworker. “I heard you’re finally getting a good case today!”

Kirishima found himself relaxing at the sight of his rather spontaneous friend, a warm smile easing onto his face as he raised his fist for a greeting fist bump.

“We’ll see, I know Toshi’ said it was going to be important, but he also said escorting the paranoid old lady was important,” Kirishima sighed, his smile softening a bit.

Kaminari laughed, his arm slinging around Kirishima’s shoulders as he remembered that.

The little old lady was sure that the government was out to kill her and wanted protection until her son returned from his vacation. Needless to say, Kirishima had thoroughly enjoyed his time with her, even if she was a bit scary. It was a low-risk job, and he only was paranoid by her cane, which she used to thwack his back many times as she talked about how plums extended your life.

“God, I remember subbing in for you for one hour because of your family emergency, and she was so scary! She still haunts my nightmares!” Kaminari shudders, placing the cup of his tea to his lip and taking a long, slow drink. His eyes shift over to the TV, which is still broadcasting the story of your attack. “What a bunch of bastards,” he growls, eyebrows scrunching as the news reporter ends the segment. “Thinking they can go after such a beautiful and talented idol… I’ll kill them.”

Kirishima was more than well aware of Kaminari’s plentiful budding romances. The blond man fell in love with just about any smiling woman who happened to waltz in front of him. Still, unlike most times, he found himself agreeing with him.

“It sounds really serious. I hope that she really considers some type of security team,” Kirishima inputs too, taking the teacup in his fingers with a nod of thanks. “There’re too many weirdos in Japan and in the world, I wouldn’t want to hear the news the day something bad happens.”

Kaminari hums, his face nearing Kirishima’s as he takes a small sip of the apparently black tea. His eyes scrunch, and Kirishima smiles awkwardly as the blond studies him intently.

“W-Wha—”

“You like Y/n!” Kaminari exclaims (accuses, maybe?), his arm leaving Kirishima’s shoulders as he points a finger accusingly at him. “I thought I was the only one in this department who did!”

“Don’t be an idiot, Denki,” the familiar voice of Sero responds for Kirishima. “Everyone in the world is in love with Y/n; she was voted the favorite artist of the year in our company. Everyone but Bakugou voted for her if I remember correctly.”

Kirishima looks over at his black-haired friend who is rummaging through his locker, his mouth curved into an easy, teasing smile as he looks between the bashful Kaminari and sneering Bakugou, who also seemed to just walk in.

“Her shit is basic and overrated,” Bakugou defended himself. “Nothing special and bad for your brain and ears.”

“Your go-to music playlist is fifty percent death metal and alt. rock. I don’t think you have ground to say that it’s bad for your brain and ears,” Midoriya’s snicker sounded from behind Kirishima, and he looked around to see the freckled man grinning at the snarling ash blond.

“And how does your stalker ass know that, shitnerd?!”

“‘Cause I’m a stalker, duh.”

“Oh, Bakugou-kun, Midoriya-kun! You’re both here! Todoroki-kun is looking for you!”

“I’m just saying that Y/n’s dates to all the award shows and premieres have been blond. She’s into blonds, so she would totally be into me!”

“Deku, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kill you myself.”

“You wouldn’t even be able to protect Y/n, bro. The only thing you performed well on in the application process was the tasing part. You can’t even tase people repetitively! She’d be dead in a second.”

“Can you believe my client dropped me because I couldn’t cook a five-star meal correctly? Hello, I can make 7-11 into a five-star course; it’s not my fault they’re not refined.”

“Kirishima-kun, are you okay?”

“I deadass got into a dance competition on the way to work. That’s why I’m late, why would I lie? Of course, I had to compete; my reputation was on the line!”

“Kirishima-kun?”

“Yo, he’s not looking too hot?”

“Kirishima?!”

“Can you hear us?!”

Silence.

Kirishima found himself opening his eyes — when had he closed them? For a moment, the air turned coppery, his body feeling weak, and he thought he felt something heavy on his lap. But that wasn’t right; he was standing up, he wasn’t sitting down. Most importantly, he was in Tokyo, Japan. He was alright. He was safe.

The sweat that clung to the back of his neck was cold, clammy, and intrusive. His chest felt tight again, his hands shaking so harshly the tea's warm, dark liquid was sloshing onto the floor.

There were seven pairs of eyes on him, each a different color, each swimming with concern and other emotions. Kirishima knew his ears weren’t working right now, his face unable to meet his brain's screaming demands to smile, and he watched as their mouths moved as they questioned his sanity.

He was okay.

He was okay.

He was okay.

“Kirishima?”

Kirishima looked up, his neck craning to the side to see a tall, skinny man standing at the doorway. 

Toshinori Yagi was an esteemed bodyguard, one of the best in the industry, which was saying something considering that most bodyguards went unknown and unnamed. According to Google, Toshinori gained the nickname All Might after saving multiple political and celebrity lives when the government could not. It was long after his prime, and the man had retired but has since filled as the company’s head — thus why this job was near impossible to get.

Kirishima heaved a breath, realizing that he hadn’t taken a single breath when Toshinori’s bruised eyes narrowed in his concern.

“C-Coming,” Kirishima smiled, the blood rushing to his ears mostly ignorable now, but the scorching concerned gazes of his friends feel like cinders on his shoulder.

He straightens his tie, fingers curling when he feels the cold sweat penetrating through his clothes, but Kirishima doesn’t let it show. Smiling like he does, Kirishima pushed through his friends and followed Toshinori out the door.

They walked down towards the conference rooms, rooms that held their contractors, in complete silence.

“This is an important case,” Toshinori began, his voice gentle and poorly hiding his concern. “I chose you because you are a great asset to have, Kirishima. You are strong and smart, and most importantly, are personable.”

Kirishima looked at the man, his face contorting with his anxiety. He didn’t want to be treated like glass.

“Honestly, you being so personable is why I chose you for this assignment. Todoroki-shounen was a contender at first, but he’s not much of a talker; the same goes for Bakugou-shounen. Midoriya-shounen was probably the best choice, but there’s a new assignment that asked for three, so I gave up those three,” Toshinori explained the current assignments. It both delighted Kirishima to hear that he could keep up with arguably the three most qualified workers here as it did, at times, make him feel lesser. 

“Oh.”

But he was obviously not the first choice still.

“The only reason why you weren’t the first choice is because of what I walked into just now,” Toshinori interrupts Kirishima’s thoughts and words. Kirishima finds his eyes tearing away from the smooth, polished wood floor to see Toshinori stopping in front of Conference Room A, his gaze intense on him. “To be frank, I wasn’t too sure if we should have hired you all that time ago. You are excellent on the field, your skills are phenomenal. Something to be proud of, truly, but you are clearly not completely healed from your time on the force.”

“Toshinori—”

“Kirishima-shonen, I’m not saying that there’s shame in your current struggles,” Toshinori once again interrupts, his hand a soothing warmth on Kirishima’s shoulder. “I’m still not healed from my past injuries, and as many people have undoubtedly told you, it’s okay to not be okay. But you barely passed the psych evaluation and only passed your field training because you scored so phenomenally on the other things your lack of a shooting score passed you.”

Kirishima felt unable to look away from the piercing blue eyes, and the lump in his throat never tasted as bitter, as sad.

He had barely passed the admittance test.

“I just need to know, are you ready to take on this assignment?” Toshinori asks in complete seriousness. “It’s a high stake, big-name client. We do not expect anything untoward to happen, but we never know in these cases. I think highly of you, Kirishima-shonen, and if you are ready to take this on, I’ll believe you, but likewise, if you’re not, I will gladly give this to someone else.”

Kirishima swallowed, his dry tongue passing through his equally dry lips.

Without question, he was not okay, not when he nearly broke down twice in a matter of hours, but it was just a bad day. He wasn’t as shaken as he was two months ago; he was going to his mandated therapy, talking to people who could assist him. Kirishima just didn’t want to be treated like glass anymore; he wasn’t glass; he was an unbreakable force.

Steeling over his nerves and ignoring how his stomach twisted and turned, Kirishima raised his gaze to Toshinori.

“I can do it.”

A smile.

“Good.”

If Kirishima was sweating because he was on a mental slip earlier, he was now sweating because he was beyond petrified and embarrassed. His hands raised up to brush against his red spikey hair, praying to God that it didn’t look dumb. His legs bounced at a speed that was bordering insanity, but he could only hear the sound of his racing heart as he stared at your frowning form from across the table.

It was you — the Y/n, the world's biggest music idol, an absolute legend in the making.

“This is our very own Kirishima Eijirou, age twenty-eight. He has been with U.A.Services for approximately six months now and is without a doubt one of our most capable and well-serviced men,” Toshinori began the introduction to the three people on the other side of the table. Kirishima could feel a blush rising up his neck and settling into his cheeks as what he presumed to be you, your manager, and your lawyer shuffling through paperwork that was very thorough on his background. “He was enlisted in the military before joining our ranks and was honorably discharged at the age of twenty-six as First Sergeant Kirishima Eijirou due to extreme injury. He excels in negotiating, scouting, and is, as you know, a skilled close combatant and was skilled in handguns—”

“I don’t think he’ll need firearms,” you interrupt, a frown on your face in contrast to the bright smile Kirishima was so used to seeing on your face. He tensed in worry.

“Y/l/n!” your manager, Sato Kimiko, scolded.

“What? It’s true! We’ll be around my fans for the majority, if not all the time! How is that right? For him to have a firearm around defenseless, and may I add, harmless individuals?!” you argued, your eyebrows scrunching in your fury.

Kirishima felt frozen in his chair, his eyes seeking Toshinori for guidance, but found himself unable to look away from you. He knew nearly everything about you, he could admit with a proud grin that he was a super mega fan of you, and he might have, at one point, looked your height up to imagine how you would appear beside him. Kirishima had known this entire time that you were two feet shorter than him, but it hadn’t hit what that meant until he was shaking your hand when he first entered.

You were tiny.

His dick and mind really liked that, and seeing your own passion spilling out for your fans was making him fall deeper into this hole he had for you.

“You don’t have a say anymore? Do you understand? You were nearly assaulted yesterday, and we are all done waiting around for something serious to happen!” Kimiko yelled, her face contorted into a look of both frustration and fear. “Either you take this, or we all leave you. I won’t have you murdered in front of me! You’re twenty-six now, stop acting like a damn brat and grow the hell up!”

The words scorched the table, blistering heat filling the conference room as you met Kimiko’s glare.

Kirishima watched with a dropped jaw as your nostrils flared, your lips pursing, and your eyebrows furrowing with unspoken distaste and anger.

“Six months tops.”

“Uh, yes,” Toshinori interjected. “Our contracts only last up to six months for new clients, but if you find yourself wanting to extend your contract after those six months, we are very much open to negotiations.”

You nodded your head, your eyes falling back onto the booklet in your hands that exposed all the information available on Kirishima. From his likes, dislikes, to his allergies and the reason why he was discharged. Each in disturbingly deep detail to make sure all things were up on the table.

“So, you can’t shoot your gun, Kirishima-san?” you speak, your voice tight, a pleased, almost taunting tone.

Kirishima stills, embarrassment bubbling in his chest as you drop the booklet onto the table, exposing his military history to him and you. 

“...no,” Kirishima answers truthfully.

The lawyer shifts from the other side of you, his eyebrows scrunching as he too comes across that piece of information. 

“He won’t use firearms?” the lawyer scoffs, his semi-permanent frown deepening. “How will we know that he will keep Y/n completely safe from any sort of danger that may come her way? We’ll be paying six months for a glorified security guard? We want a bodyguard.”

“And we clearly have one,” you snap back, your eyes narrowing. “If my bodyguard isn’t Kirishima-san, I’m not getting one. I mean, isn’t that what you said earlier?”

“When we were assuming that the person Toshinori was assigning to your case was a well-rounded bodyguard. Not one that was still clearly haunted by his past.”

Fuck, that one hurt.

You scowled, your head tilting as you bared your teeth slightly, “And what? He managed to get into the best agency in all of Japan in spite of that. Sounds like he’s competent. I already told you I won’t take on a team, just one individual. I trust in Toshinori-san’s guidance and his choice in picking Kirishima-san. If you disagree, that’s too bad for you.”

“Y/n! Please stop this! You’re being ridiculous!” Kimiko huffed, slamming her own booklet down, her eyes drowning with her exhaustion. “I’m so sorry, Toshinori-san, Kirishima-san.”

“H-Hey, it’s okay!” Kirishima immediately imputed, his hands raising in a sign of retreat. “I know that Y/n has always enjoyed her independence as a solo star, and how me being involved now is imposing, especially after multiple attacks.”

Kirishima felt that his smile was a bit strained, a bit too forced, especially as your eyes hawked onto him. He felt like you were examining him, like a lab rat going through its initial trial and not knowing just what was to be expected.

“Six months?” you spoke, your gaze not leaving Kirishima’s own.

“Six months,” Kirishima agreed.

You hum, your head nodding. “Fine, six months tops unless the Lieutenant Colonel can apprehend these assholes faster.”

It had been ages since Kirishima had been called by his title, and for some reason, he found himself blushing. His mouth, for the first time this entire meeting, curled into a wolfish grin.

“You got it.”

The lawyer groaned, entirely aggravated and insulted. He stood up, “You’re asking to be murdered, Y/n. Don’t come haunting me when you end up dead and mutilated. You deserve all the shit you’re getting.”

Kirishima watched with his lips parted in a bewildered expression as the lawyer walked out of the room with a loud slam of the door.

You were unfazed, and Kimiko groaned, exhausted and embarrassed as she mumbled a weak, sullen, “I am so, so sorry, Toshinori-kun.”

“Ah, Kimiko-chan, it’s okay!” Toshinori shook his head and smiled knowingly. It wasn’t as if the long time famous bodyguard hadn’t seen his fair share of childish fights between clients. “Thank you for coming as always, and we’ll do our best to make sure that Y/n is in the best of hands.”

“Thank you… and so, the rest of the contract?”

“Ah, yes, let’s continue.”

So, the contract was discussed to full detail.

For six months, Kirishima would be attached to your side. He must always remain at most three meters away from you when there is no one around, and during fan interactions no more than one meter. He had a full say about your safety. If things got rough, you were to follow his every command. Your agency would pay for his room and lodging. He was to wear black pants and a black long-sleeved cotton tee. He would be working with every venue, every hotel, every conventions security team. He would lead them and never leave your side. He was to be awake an hour before you, rest when you were asleep so long as it was safe to do so. He was your guardian angel of sorts, and you would do nothing but adhere to him. 

Most importantly, according to Kimiko, there was one thing they were hoping for: Kirishima's help and discretion. For the next six months, they would be relying on Kirishima’s support to figure out who the group behind the assault was and who the mastermind was behind it all is.

Or so the contract said.

“Y/n!” Kirishima called when the papers were signed, and the day he was set to start was printed. He will begin tomorrow. “Wait!”

You stopped at the door, Kimiko and Toshinori chatting merrily between them as they exited the conference room, Toshinori’s booming voice asking if it was true that Kimiko was attending to a near forty clients to which she bashfully admitted to. You were dressed in a creme knit long-sleeved shirt, faded ripped jeans, and a pair of nude heels. The heels were big, undoubtedly giving you inches, but you still barely got to his shoulder.

“I-I’m looking forward to looking — I mean working with you!”

You looked at him closely, your eyes dragging to the top of his toes to the tallest spike in his hair before your lips pulled into a contemplative pout. You looked back to his eyes, and you steeled over, your head tilting to the side.

“I mean no offense, Sergeant, I thank you for doing your job, but I have no intention of looking forward to working with you. I don’t want you here, so do your best to ignore the contract and realize that I am the most important person, so you will follow my demands.”

Kirishima can do nothing but stare as you turn on your heel and leave.

Well, so much for a good case.

Date: 5/2 Time: 14:00 Location: Tokyo Music Stadium

If you would have told Kirishima Eijirou that he had been working for the grand, the perfect, the fantastic music idol Y/n for a month now, two months ago, he would have laughed so hard he’d cry. Not only would he have not believed it, but he would only think of a million and two scenarios where he would go the entire day flirting.

Now a month into knowing you, of being your bodyguard on a contract for six months, Kirishima could say that of that entire thought, the only thing he had been right about was that he was, in fact, crying. Not only has he never managed to speak an entire conversation with you despite being attached to your hip seven days a week, but despite your much shorter stature, you had managed to get away from him.

You always managed to sneak away from him.

Kirishima could admit that the no more than five meters rule had been wholly and utterly demolished.

And now, Kirishima was crying, not out of joy, but of pure manly fear as he raced through the backstages of the stadium, desperate to find your short-ass anywhere.

“Go, Kirishima!” someone yelled as Kirishima whizzed past him, “Find Y/n!”

“T-Thank you!” Kirishima screamed as he continued onward, the yellow-lit concrete hallway seemingly haunting the further he went into it. The earpiece in his left ear shrilled, the telling sign he was getting a call. Putting a finger to the circle in his ear, he answered the car. “Hello?!”

“Ah, Kirishima-san!” Kimiko’s voice chirped on the other side of the line. “Wonderful to hear your voice again! I’m calling to let you know that the tour bus is parked outside of the venue now. The concert was a smashing success, and she’s come out unharmed for the past month! To make matters even better, since your arrival, there have been no more assault attempts! Oh, um, sorry, where are you guys?”

“We’re just, um!” Kirishima tried not to pant into the microphone; he was still racing ahead, his head peeking into every door and room he passed. “Y/n needed to use the restroom?!”

“Oh, wonderful. Okay! Let me know when you two are on your way over!”

“Ya, okay, bye!”

“By—”

Kirishima hung up as he crashed through the doors at the end of the hallway.

It was night out right now, the full moon reflecting down on the dirty concrete with the same intensity as the streetlamps overhead. And in the middle of a crowd of around twenty people was the person Kirishima was trying to find: you.

You were still dressed in the final costume change of your concert. Even from a distance, Kirishima could see the glitter and highlight on the tip of your nose and the curve of your cheekbones. The crowd around you was clearly not hostile. Each face was bright with broad smiles and sparkling with fresh tears, each voice high and pitchy as if they were talking with some goddess and not you. 

There was a slight longing in Kirishima’s chest at the sight of you interacting with your fans, your smile was so beautiful, and he wished just for a moment that he was the one that it was directed towards. If he had met you as a fan, and only a fan, he wonders if you would look at him as you did the others. Would he see the pure joy in the depths in your eyes, the love, wonder, and pride as they asked you questions and answered your own?

He wanted to be just a fan.

“Y/n, the tour bus is here,” Kirishima finally found his voice, the tenor of his voice spreading through the narrow alleyway. “Say your goodbyes.”

He had to ignore the way you stiffened immediately, the unsolicited joy in your face breaking and becoming bleak as you met his gaze. Kirishima absolutely did not feel pressure behind his eyes when you rolled your eyes and began to say your goodbyes; he did not!

The group of fans waved goodbye as you walked backward toward Kirishima; you didn’t stop waving and continuing your parting conversations with the group until the metal doors of the stadium doors closed behind the two of you. Kirishima let out a sigh, his eyes closing for a brief moment before looking down at you. You were expressionless, eyes cold as you looked dead ahead.

“You’re not supposed to run away like that.”

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t tell me what to do, Sergeant.”

“You know I can’t do that it’s not—”

“Part of your contract. Yeah, I know, but that’s your contract, not mine.”

“Oh, okay. Um, Kimiko? ...yeah, we’re heading out now. Five minutes, till.”

And then there’s only silence.

Neither Kirishima nor you bother talking the entire walk towards the tour bus, and you ignore Kimiko’s call that your lawyer would be meeting briefly before tomorrow's fan signing event. You walk into the bus and go directly to the beds, throwing yourself into the terribly padded bunk and passing out without so much as a sound.

Kirishima sinks into his own bed, it’s too small for him, but there’s nothing he can do about it. Sleep overcomes him easily these days; he’s always way too exhausted in chasing you down like some spoiled toddler you’re behaving like to dream. But that’s okay, he thinks as the comfort of sleep begins to dig its skeleton fingers into his side, at least the exhaustion stops the night terrors.

Date: 5/3 Time: 10:00 Location: Tokyo Music Tower

Now, Kirishima knew that it was a common belief and a nearly proven theory that when you met your idols, you should never ever have your expectations high on who they are as a person. Celebrities were out of touch, cruel, rude, nearly jaded. They weren’t exactly the common folk. With people willing to forget things like them being human beings themselves or the common thread of celebrities being too rich to care, any type of famous person was cold, rude, and ruthless.

He knew that.

He also knew that you weren’t like the nearly proven theory.

You were kind, sweet, a practical angel to anyone who dared to approach you. You were the exception to the rule, an outlier to them all. You spoke politely to all your fans, domestic and foreign, and you treated each fan like the most special person in the world.

You were a good person.

But Kirishima knew, just as you reacted to any cruel person you encountered, you had an edge. Your words were as vicious as your name was known. He genuinely enjoyed watching you put assholes into place, but he sulked, knowing he was always at the receiving end of the sharp, bitter tongue of yours.

For a month and a day now, he had been the number target of your bitter words and scorching hate, but he admitted that he enjoyed it when it wasn’t directed at him, if but a little bit.

“I’m not renegotiating my contract!” you groan, your palms slamming into the depths of your eyes. “I already told you that I don’t need all that money!”

“And I’m telling you that you need to increase the wages that you pay the rest of your team instead of all those charities or else people will begin dropping you!” the lawyer countered with similar fire, his scowl angry enough that Kirishima felt like he had to tear his gaze away from this horrible battle. “You won’t be the best of the best forever, y/n, get over your stupid savior act and look over the changes!”

Kirishima looked over at you, his eyebrows pinching as he watched you fold your arms, your cheeks pushed out to a puff as you looked at the stack of papers with the title page fully covered with the word Contract of Y/n and Co. on it. Well, it seemed that the rumor of you spending your paycheck on things that weren’t you was right, how entirely manly.

“Oh fuck off,” you growl, pushing out of the chair and storming away.

Kirishima glanced over at Kimiko, who was looking pale and exhausted, undoubtedly exhausted from the past thirty-minute battle between the lawyer and the idol that neither made a single step forward nor a step back. How you had the energy to fight so passionately was beyond him. Kimiko nodded minimally, her lips parting in a sigh as Kirishima stood up and followed after her.

“The only way that brat is going to listen is by force,” the lawyer sneered, his voice fading into the room that Kirishima exited. “If that’s how she wants to play, so be it.”

Fortunately for Kirishima, he catches up to you. There are tears of fury dripping down your cheeks, and he feels unable to speak as he discovers a new layer to you.

...how interesting.

“It’s my money,” you speak, but Kirishima is unsure if those words are meant for him or for the void, the earth that you would much rather converse with than him. “I already pay them all a much greater paycheck than they should be getting considering their client pool. Why do I have to bend to their stupid will when I’m the one making the money.”

Kirishima blinks, wondering just what people might want to raise with their contracts. But, he knew you were right. By her account, Kimiko had a client list of many successful individuals, and he may not know anything about the lawyer, but if he worked with Y/n, his name must be good. Guess they weren’t like you.

“People are selfish assholes,” was the only thing that Kirishima could think of, and was something he spoke before he could stop himself.

But you stop in your storm, the anger that clouded you somewhat dissipating, clearing just enough for you to turn to him, your sharp, beautiful eyes for the first time filled with rage that was not pointed at him, and an emotion that made him think of… amusement?

“Yeah,” you agree, a half-smile cracking onto your face, and Kirishima feels his soul begin leaving his very body. “People are selfish assholes, huh?”

“Very much.”

There’s a calm, a snorted chuckle, and Kirishima finds himself stumbling further into the abyss of his feelings for you.

The next ten hours seem to pass in a blur, Kirishima feeling like he was on Cloud Nine as he stood behind you, three meters as he watched fan after fan approach you. Signatures were made, pictures were taken, and Kirishima found that he never once had to approach.

Maybe, he thinks, just perhaps, the two of you can overcome this.

Ten minutes after the official signing is done, Kirishima can’t find you, and he curses loudly into the echoing floor.

So much for change.

Date: 5/17 Time: 23:00 Location: The Parking Lot - Mt. Lady Studios

Kirishima was, for the lack of better words, completely fucking done with you.

Don’t get it wrong, he still was a complete and massive fan of yours. He would never once betray his loyalty to you and your musical career, but he was slowly starting to realize just why the lawyer was set to dying of a heart attack any time soon. Despite your early entrance to stardom and the stuff of legends, you had kept your fiery, stubborn individualism.

Kirishima thought it was absolutely hot and sexy at times, especially the times where you strut around in revealing clothes because ‘this is your body,’ or the lingerie campaign you completed two days ago as part of some fundraising event. There were significant perks to your strong handle and claim to keeping your indestructible personality, but it came back to rub them all back in the worst of ways when once again, you escaped from Kirishima’s side.

To be fair, most of the time, Kirishima was a very level headed individual; he was near impossible to rile up despite popular initial belief. I mean, he was good friends with Bakugou Katsuki, who riled up just about anyone he talked to! He needed to have steel calm emotions, or at the very least portray that he does. But even the unbreakable after tireless attempts can, at times, be broken.

It had been a hard morning.

Kirishima had woken up in a panic, the sweat of his night terror soaking through the sheets of his bed, and his head felt like lead. They had been in the tour bus for the entire day because you were going from the tip of Japan to the bottom of it, thus meaning that you couldn’t run away from him, concluding that when he went to bed that night, he was merely tired, not exhausted.

“K...Kiri...shima?” the voice whispered in his ears when he bolted from his bed and tumbled to the ground, his chest heaving in his panic as he cried.

He only slept for four hours that night, the ghost of his comrade haunting him too much for him to ever drift back to sleep. The only thing he was grateful for when he stumbled down to the hotel lobby for breakfast was that he had an attack while in his own room and not in a tour bus with ten others.

But the lack of sleep and the twisting of his guts from his still unburied memories meant that his exhaustion was dialed up larger than he thought was capable. Today was an interview day plus a miniconcert at said interview.

That meant that for an hour before your interview and two hours afterward, Kirishima lost you and had to hunt you down. You weren’t making it easy on him and had started moving with the crowd you gathered to evade him.

But today, Kirishima was exhausted.

Today, Kirishima wanted to sleep.

Today… Kirishima broke.

“Let’s go,” Kirishima spoke in a low, commanding voice. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at you, the crowd of fans parting like the red sea as he stands behind you, larger than life, imposing.

You ignore him.

“We’re leaving, now.”

“Aw, did you make that just for me?! This beading is gorgeous!”

To be fair, Kirishima isn’t really sure if he’s crying right now or if steam is protruding from his ears like some stupid cartoon. The only thing he knows is that it's been a bit longer than a month, and his client is the most perfect person in the world except to him and some lawyer. All he knows is that he has been continuously mocked, shamed, and disrespected by his client, and at this moment, with his mind and body aching with the memories of the morning, he can no longer stop the tsunami of emotions and thoughts that shove out of him.

He grabs your wrist and begins pulling you away.

“We’re leaving now, sorry to disrupt your time. Come see Y/n another day.”

Kirishima isn’t even aware of your screams, the banging of your small fist against his back as his hand encompasses your bicep easily. He walks and walks and walks until he stops, his mind slightly put back into place.

“—FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! LET GO OF ME, SERGEANT!”

Oh, right.

He lets go of you immediately and nearly snorts at how you stumble into his back. So small, so delicate, and so completely weak.

“You want to know my problem, y/l/n?” he asks, voice eerily calm, much calmer than he actually is. “My fucking problem is that I signed onto this case with a single rule: keep you in sight and protect you. It’s simple, almost too easy, isn’t it? But easy and simple is everything that this assignment is!”

Your face contorted into a flash of anger and embarrassment, your nose scrunching as you found your footing, “And I told you that I don’t give a crap about that contract! I didn’t want it in the first place, but no one listens to me!”

Kirishima snorts, his body shifting so that he can look at you properly; your face is seething, your teeth bared and eyes wild, but Kirishima has faced worse.

“It’s not in my contract to listen to you, unfortunately,” Kirishima points out, his eyes narrowing. “I would have a better time listening to you, trying to find an agreement that worked if you used that brain of yours and figured out a way to compromise with me.”

“Compromises aren’t—”

“You think I wouldn’t?” Kirishima almost whines, his voice tight with emotions, fingers fisting in his hair, “You really fucking think that after a month and how many days of me spending stupid hours trying to find your ass, most of the time never knowing if you’re dead or not, I wouldn’t want a better solution?!”

“Like hell they’ll kill me! And if they do, I don’t fucking care!” you stubbornly insist, finger buried against the swell of your chest.

“Oh my god,” Kirishima can’t stop the bitter laugh from escaping, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous?! I’m not the ridiculous one here!” you cry, your eyes bursting with unshed, bitter tears. “So what that I run away from you? Can you imagine living the past ten years of your life trying to be something that the media wants you to be? No! You can’t, Sergeant! Those times where I’m running away isn’t to be some dick, but to give me time to be me!”

“You’re a goddamn idiot!” Kirishima barks, his anger curdling in his chest like a raging fire. “If you had looked at my damn file correctly, instead of focusing on the stupid shit like me not being able to fire my gun correctly, you would be more than aware of the fact that you are one of my favorite artists!”

“Wh-”

“I am one of the best in my company! I am easy to get along with, personal, manageable, flexible even, but from the very first moment you laid eyes on me, you’ve hated me! You talk down on me, you shit on me, my job, the reason I’m here! Listen, I would fucking love to be anywhere but here right now. I have literally never hated my job before, but you just made that a reality. But the worst part of this all is the fact that you seem to think I would have kept you away, prohibited you from doing things that I already know you love! You stand there and tell me that I would try to force you to do shit you don’t want when I have merely been asking for you to take me there with you! I don’t care if I have to stand away and watch, but I want to be there! I’m supposed to be protecting you, but you’re being nothing more than a stubborn brat who refuses to see the efforts I’m trying to make, and frankly, I’m done.”

Kirishima’s chest is burning with the lack of oxygen, his eyes narrowed and filled with raging fire as he stares down at you, his neck craned so that he could be closer, more daunting, intimidating.

“Fuck o-off,” you snap suddenly, a lone tear, your voice tight and shoulders tense as you storm off.

“So predictable,” Kirishima calls after you, but it’s not filled with the previous anger he had but the sinking misery and regret.

And for a moment, it’s quiet.

Until a single name is screamed.

“SERGEANT!”

And then the all too familiar sound of a fist colliding with skin.

The anger in Kirishima’s blood evaporates immediately, and horror sinks in as he turns towards where you had stormed off. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

The parking lot is filled with an ugly yellow light that seems to set the stage for what was to come down. His footsteps crashing down against the black pavement were mute in his ears, and his eyes were focused on your limp body slung over somebody's shoulder. There was one person behind him, the other one already hopping into a van; Kirishima was the devil on their heels.

“Come on! Let’s go!” the one in the van screamed, his voice full of gruff apprehension and fear.

The van turns on.

Kirishima grunts, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sidesteps the man who was lingering behind the one carrying you and quickly slams his shoulder into the man's sternum, knocking him out the moment he collapses onto the ground. 

He lets out a roar of such, his eyes glowing with anger and a single mind track to take down the person who held you, ready to throw your unconscious body into the back of the van.

Kirishima doesn’t even know when he manages to get to the man's side, one hand on his shoulder, the other on you, and with the strength and anger of a million fighting warriors, he ripped you from his hold and sent him stumbling into the trunk. Your shallow breathing brushes against his neck, and Kirishima is hyper-aware of the cursing men who chose to abandon their unconscious comrade on the floor. 

With his arms filled by your unconscious body, Kirishima can only watch the van scurry out of the lot, the license plate immediately burning into his mind.

T082-23

When the man on the floor finally wakes up, he’s in police custody, and you’re just waking up. There's a bruise on your cheek, and you begin crying immediately.

Kirishima watches from the distance, his heart aching and guilt climbing up his throat as he watches Kimiko hold you close, her arms warm and tight.

Well, shit.

So much for the month of no attacks.

Kirishima sits in a waiting room, his head relaxed against the wall as he waits for your discharge from the hospital. They suspect a concussion, and they’re running some tests right now. The police are there too, trying to get information from you on the failed kidnapping attempt as well as beginning the initial trials of interrogation of the abandoned kidnapper with a broken sternum, ruptured spleen, and three cracked ribs.

He was not surprised when the police officers came to talk to him, and he gave them the license plate.

But they also gave him an essential piece of information.

(“Well, when we asked for a motive, it seemed that it wasn’t his idea,” the detective admitted, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “His boss said that, and I quote, Y/n will end up dead and mutilated as is deserved. She deserves all the shit she has coming her way, end quote. Any ideas of who it could be”

Kirishima rubbed a hand across his face, the words striking a bit too familiarly to him, but from where. He shook his head, his eyes focusing on his bouncing knee.

“Thank you,” Kirishima said, his tone pointed in a clear indicator that this conversation was now over. The detective nodded, his frown slight as he left. The moment he was gone, Kirishima pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Kimiko? Yeah, I think we might have our first suspect.”)

For now, he was waiting for you.

An hour passed before you shuffled into the waiting room. There was a bandage on your swollen cheek, but besides the obvious attack, your eyes looked strong, and it seemed like there was no concussion.

“I should be fine,” you speak first, your jaw tensing as if it physically pained you to speak (whether it was because you hated talking to him or because of the injury, Kirishima had no idea). “I will be fine; I just need some sleep.”

Kirishima nodded, his body completely exhausted, and his mind filled with nothing but regrets on how he handled his anger earlier. He needed to apologize. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but he had definitely crossed a few too many lines.

“Should we go?”

You chewed on your lip, your eyes looking down at the white tiled floors of the hospital — so bleak, so anxiety driving.

“I actually wanted to talk before we left.”

Oh?

“Of what, if I may ask?”

Your eyes raise back up before looking away again, “the contract.”

Kirishima finds himself nodding, his hand gesturing towards the empty seat in front of him.

“Sure.”

And with a heaving sigh that sounds like you were on the verge of tears, you sit before him.

The contract was then discussed.

It was decided that you could continue to interact with fans as you wish, so long as you took Kirishima with you. He didn’t care about the long hours, the manic fans, or the impending doom of a group of people who meant business. He needed to be there.

Everything else stayed the same, but Kirishima looked at you one last time that night in the hospital, his body leaning towards you as he did his best to keep his face void of emotion and any lingering teasing.

“I’ll only accept this new negotiation on one term.”

“W-What?!” you pause, thinking. “Fine, say it.”

“From here on out, I think we should be friends, yeah? I’m on your side, after all, it’s a bit weird if we stay just acquaintances.”

The tension and horror leave your body, and Kirishima, for the first time ever, bears witness to the most relaxed, meaningful smile he has ever seen you give. It had been one hell of a shitty night, but at that very moment when the seventh turned into the eighth, Kirishima felt a new warmth flood through his chest, his heart racing at the sight of your glorious smile.

“Of course, Kirishima.”

“Oh, and y/n?” 

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry about all that I said. It was unmanly of me and out of line.”

“It’s okay. To be fair, I was a bit of a self-absorbed brat, too.”

The next day, a picture of Kirishima holding you bridal style is trending.

Date: 6/12 Time: 19:00 Location: Hime Onsen

An Interview with Y/n | Vogue Japan 4.5 million views • Premiered 2 hours ago 874k [liked this] 12.3k [disliked this] Timestamp: 05:32 / 10:33

[Interviewer]: Now, Y/n, we must congratulate you on your latest achievement! Your latest self-titled album, ‘Y/N,’ has been nominated for a record high of twelve awards for the upcoming Japan Record Awards, which will be coming up in about a month! Tell us how you feel about this?

[You]: It was quite a surprise actually! I didn’t realize that it would have done so well in the critic's eyes to get this type of award. I am proud of myself and am excited to see all the other amazing artists and musicians who were nominated as well.

[Interviewer]: Now, your album is all about staying true to yourself, whether that be in love or war. It depicts your own highs and lows while also highlighting beautifully universal things many of us face. Without question, you have always been adamant on staying connected with your fans and keeping a simple rule: no bodyguards.

[Y/n]: Oh, (laughs) yes! That is definitely a new thing, huh?

[Interviewer]: A new thing and a beautiful thing at that, too! Look here!

[captioner notes: interviewer displays many photos of Y/n’s bodyguard, including the most famous one where he’s holding y/n after the failed kidnapped attempt]

[Interviewer]: This is a beautiful — don’t giggle! — a beautiful man, Y/n! What do you have to say for yourself?! Did you finally succumb to keeping untrue to yourself for this beautiful man?! If so, it is perfectly acceptable. By chance, is your contract with him done? I would personally love to have this man on my team.

[Y/n]: (laughing) By all means, take him! (Y/n looks behind her, her bodyguard is there) I’m kidding, I’m kidding! (pauses) No, actually, sorry. Kirishima is an outstanding bodyguard, and I have no intentions of leaving him so soon. Uh, while I did say I had no wish or intentions to have a bodyguard, obviously that was not the best solution, so I hired Kirishima. He is a wonderful addition to my team and still allows me to be authentically me, so it’s still all good.

[Interviewer]: Ah, okay, well, Kirishima-kun, if you ever need a new client, call me. But moving on, yes! Would you like to discuss the series of increasingly concerning attacks?

Kirishima stood in the softly lit hallways of a sauna.

Today was one of the last remaining days you had off, and in celebration of your upcoming award season, you had decided that it was mandatory to visit the hot springs. Everyone on your team — the backup dancers, band, and hair and makeup — were ecstatic to learn that they were being involved with it too.

This high-end resort had accommodated your entire team to receive their own private spring with an all-inclusive menu too. 

It was thanks from the owner for the free PR and, of course, because they were some of your biggest fans. So, in thanks, everyone got to enjoy the springs.

Well, everyone but Kirishima, that was.

As of the past month, things between Kirishima and you had improved a lot.

With Kirishima no longer needing to run a marathon daily to find where you were, he would find himself walking at your side. He no longer felt like you hated him. There was respect and actual friendship between the two of you. You joked with him, showed him memes and TikTok, sent him snapchat streaks, and invited him to watch weird shows with you. You even complained to him about the things that annoyed you, namely Kimiko’s attention being stolen by other clients and the rude conversations you would have with the lawyer.

It made Kirishima’s chest warm up knowing that you were friends now.

A stressful month had passed into a friendlier one.

But there were some things that Kirishima would not have expected to… arise.

Namely you growing to be comfortable enough to walk around with nothing but a thin pair of panties and a large shirt. You curling into his side whenever you watched a show together in the bus, the way your lips brushed against his neck when he leaned down to hug you, or the very so not obvious teasing you would do when you changed in front of him. It was as if you were watching his every reaction, enjoying the way that his eyes horribly tore away, or the silent hitch in his throat whenever you speed his heart up.

The biggest surprise arose the night after the failed kidnapping attempt:

You had come to his room, hours after you were supposed to have fallen asleep.

Your eyes were sunken, still a bit tired, and the bruise on your cheek was looking bad. In your arms was a white binder undoubtedly filled with the introductory packet you had received at your initial meeting. Kirishima had opened the door in his sleepy state in nothing but gym shorts. He had barely started dozing off, his mind wouldn’t stop thinking of what could have happened if you hadn’t managed to scream, and so he kept tossing and turning.

Seeing you outside of his room, his head dropped down to look at you properly, and his fist rubbing at his eye fell, “Y/n?”

“Did I wake you?” you asked, your face filled with a shocked, near uncomfortable, and embarrassed expression he doesn’t recall ever seeing on you. “I’m so sorry! I’ll wait until—”

“No,” Kirishima grunts while he shakes his head, his voice raspy and dry from his lack of use. “I’ve been tossing and turning, um, what is it? Do you want to come in?”

“I-If that’s okay?”

Kirishima breathes out a bit, his shoulders relaxing as he smiles softly, “Come on, let’s talk about what’s on your mind.”

The door clicked behind your tentative steps with an echo, and Kirishima watched as you walked into the hotel room with wariness and caution.

“Would you like some tea?” Kirishima offered, picking up a shirt from his dresser and pulling it over his body. The fabric was tight against his chest and shoulders, but felt more appropriate to wear around you.

“No, I’m okay,” you politely decline.

You stood in the center of the room, unsure of where to sit, stand, or lay.

“Go ahead and make the bed,” Kirishima offered, taking the chair by the desk. “I promise it’s still clean.”

You laugh slightly, smile strained but grateful as you sit at the edge of the bed, binder resting on your lap.

“Thanks, I wouldn’t want to sit on a dirty bed,” you joke, but it sounds weak to Kirishima’s ears.

“So, what questions do you have?”

“Hm?”

“You have my portfolio,” he shrugs, leaning forward so that his forearms rest on his knees. “I have a feeling you have some questions.”

“Oh, right,” you whisper, your eyebrows scrunching as you open the binder to the first page, but your eyes are focused on the desk. “What’s the medication for?”

Kirishima turns his head to follow your gaze and comes across the yellow tinted medicine containers.

“My PTSD,” Kirishima answers honestly, his voice soft with emotion, but there was no shame in it. “My service had a difficult end.”

“That’s actually… that’s what I came to talk about,” you rush, your hands slamming the binder closed. “If you don’t want to talk about it, obviously I won’t push it! God, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s okay,” Kirishima interrupted, his smile sad, but he stood up, his body a tower in front of yours as he urged you to sit back down. “It’s okay; I don’t mind talking about it.”

“B-But what if I say something that makes it all worse?”

A pause.

“Then I’ll tell you that it’s too much.”

A nod.

“Are you… are you still experiencing a lot of symptoms?” you ask, your fingers tightening and untightening around the binder.

“Some days are worse than others,” Kirishima admits, his shoulders shrugging. “I don’t experience much anxiety while in crowds anymore; I don’t have many flashbacks to those days anymore, not since February at least. I do still get… I still get night terrors and dream of that day. It’s nowhere near as bad as the first few months after the accident, but it’s still here.”

“What happened?” you asked after a bit, morbidly curious.

The file had all the details that proved Kirishima to be a master of firearms during his entire time on the force. He was a powerful combatist, and his ranking was a clear indicator of the respect and skills he had. Still, it was the quick honorable discharge, the near year-long hospitalization, and the current inability to use a firearm that concerned you.

What had happened?

“I was involved in a grenade explosion on my last day on tour. I was the only one who managed to survive the blast,” Kirishima easily stated, his voice quiet.

“Oh my god, I… holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, it’s all good. There were only two others around, and one of them was already dead.”

“Was that um, Major—”

“We called him Crimson Riot, actually,” Kirishima smiled, a chuckle light on his tongue as he leaned back onto the chair, nodding. “Yeah, that was him.”

“Crimson Riot,” you repeat, nodding. “Did you watch him… watch him die?”

Kirishima presses his lips tightly together, and for a moment, you’re unsure if he’s going to cry, answer you, or tell you to leave. There’s a whirlwind of emotions on your optimistic and typically jubilant bodyguard despite your asshole tendencies that make your stomach twist.

“Yes,” Kirishima finally answers, and you nod.

It’s hours into the morning before you finally depart back to your room, the horrors of Kirishima’s past still pounding into your ears. Kirishima wouldn’t notice, and neither would you, but on his shirt and yours, there’s a few drops of tears the both of you shed when you said goodnight.

Sergeant Kirishima Eijirou, while on an active warzone, had accidentally struck and killed his superior officer, his friend, his role model Crimson Riot, thinking that he was nothing more than an enemy target as he sat wounded behind a wall. He died on his lap, and as someone came to help, a grenade landed two meters away before detonating.

“K...Kiri...shima?” Crimson Riot had whispered as he fell to his knees, blood gushing and seeping through his clothes, spilling onto Kirishima’s lap. “I’ll be okay.”

For whatever reason, since that night, Kirishima felt something in him shift. He still took his medication, still had his virtual therapy sessions when he could fit them in, and even had painful night terrors of that moment, but it was becoming less frequent.

He wasn’t made of glass.

There had been more instances after the kidnapping attempt, but unlike the last times, Kirishima was prepared. He had stopped each one, keeping you safe and sound. As of one week ago, he had officially been given a firearm to keep strapped to his thigh at all times now.

It was an unfamiliar weight, one that still twisted his stomach and made him nervous, but he knew the reason why it was needed. Since the gun had been added to his gear, the attacks stopped. He was definitely not ready to be firing it anytime soon, but it had deterred the attackers for the time being.

Kirishima paused when he heard his earpiece ring, and he dropped his phone where he had been watching your interview despite being there himself.

“Talk to me,” Kirishima answered, his finger pressing the accept button.

“Kirishima!” came the distressed voice of Kimiko, “We just got a tip!”

Kirishima stilled, his eyes scanning the empty hallways that stretched throughout the private hot springs.

“I don’t know, but a person with connections with this mastermind said something about how there were two more events he was staging. Today is one of them!”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, his lips parting to answer Kimiko when instead there was a large, loud crash in the water from inside your room. He assumed the worst.

“Y/n!” Kirishima shouted, hands throwing open the sliding door and racing through the storage room, the shower, and exited out into the hot spring.

Steam curled through the wind, the white wisps of steam feeling warm and light against Kirishima’s skin, and Kirishima panicked when he couldn’t see your shadow or figure in the hot springs.

“Where is she?! Is she alright?!” Kimiko panicked, her voice panicking already. “I’ll call the—”

Kirishima turned on his heel, ready to complete a full sweep of the outdoor hot spring when he crashed into something smaller than he was… smaller, softer, and definitely the shape of a woman. Kirishima felt his entire body stiffen when his rough palms felt the undeniable feeling of wet, warm skin.

“Oh my god,” he heard you shriek. “KIRISHIMA!”

“She’s all good, Kimiko,” Kirishima stifled out, his voice tight, his head slamming backward so that his eyes were concentrated on the starry night sky.

“...sorry… uh aha! Another client of mine is calling, goodbye!” Kimiko’s apology was meek and small before she hung up.

Kirishima’s mind was racing a mile a minute, but his body was frozen, unmoving like a rock when he realized that pressing to his stomach was, without a doubt, your breasts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What are you doing in here, pervert?!” you splutter, your hands pressing to his stomach as you step away. “Are you a pervert or something?!”

“I, no! No! Of course not! Fuck, shit, I’m so sorry! I’ll go! There was a tip that something was going to happen right now, and there was a crash and—”

“What are you looking at?” you exclaim, squeaky frustration heavy on your tongue. “There’s nothing wrong with the sky! Look me in the eyes? Have you never been to a co-ed hot spring before?!”

“Y-Yes, sorry!” Kirishima apologized, bowing slightly in apology before he peered down. Still, his face bursted in a flame as he watched the way your jaw dropped in disbelief, the dewy wetness of the hot spring clinging to your body. You were, obviously, soaked, and Kirishima bit his tongue as hard as he could to keep the whimper from expelling past his lips when he saw the light gleaming off your breasts. But he watched your face shift between a million emotions, each one appearing too fast for him to read, too fast to register, but he saw the way a single-arm wrap around your breast and the other shoving into his stomach.

“PERVERT!”

“What?!”

“That was a test! This is my private room! I have the right to not be willing to be looked at right now!” you shrieked as Kirishima spun around, allowing you the complete privacy of his gaze.

“You told me to look at you!” he squawked. “Y-You told me, and I listened because of our contract!”

Kirishima could feel his body trembling, his mind reeling in disbelief that he definitely saw you in your entire nakedness, and if the swirling heat in his stomach had anything to say about it, he liked it. Fuck.

There was a soft laugh and the sound of sloshing water as you probably (he wouldn’t know because he wasn’t looking) reentered the spring.

“I know, I was teasing,” you sing, and he can tell the water is gliding around your body. “Turn around, Kiri, let’s talk.”

“Haha, um, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” Kirishima admits, although sitting in this steam-filled space with just you sounds so very nice. 

“Why not?” you asked, voice sounding a bit upset.

“I’m supposed to be outside, doing my job?”

“Augh, but these private springs are so boring alone,” your voice whines; the water sloshes, and Kirishima winces at the slight throb on his tongue as he continues to look at not your direction. “Turn around, Kiri.”

Not too long ago, you had taken to calling him Kiri, a subtle change, a not unusual nickname people gave him. But just because it was you, his stomach flipped and twisted, and now with the image of your tits in mind, his dick throbbed. 

Gulping, Kirishima turned, his gaze bashfully looking down at you before glancing away. You were chest-deep in the hot springs, tendrils of your wet hair sticking to your neck. Was he dead? Maybe dreaming?

No, his dreams were never like this.

“Do you want to come in?” you continued to ask, your body moving towards him in the water until you reached the edge of the pool, arms testing into the black rocks. “You’re the only one not in one, and since I hate being in these alone, I figured you’d like to join.”

Kirishima wanted to join. More than anything, he wanted to take his clothes off and jump into the springs with you, for you, but that would be unprofessional. Entirely and utterly unprofessional.

“Please?” you ask softly, pleadingly, and Kirishima makes the mistake of locking his gaze with yours. 

“...fine, but I’ll be on the other side of the spring,” he concedes, his steps near clumsy and oafish as he stumbles backward to the shower and closet.

“Such a gentleman pervert,” you tease, fingers curling as you wave at him until Kirishima finally closes the door behind him.

The empty room is nearly deafening in its silence and the future as Kirishima slumps against the sliding door, excited apprehension rippling through every cell of his skin as a smile spreads across his face. He walks to the storage room, and despite it being a private room, there were two closets. The closet not already occupying your clothes had the things needed for him, and thankfully, it fit. 

He undressed slowly, folding his clothes and placing them into the cubbies. Fully naked, he approached the showers, and under the lukewarm showerhead, he cleaned his body of any grime, dirt, and sweat. 

Feeling refreshed and clean, Kirishima began his descent to the hot spring, his heart hammering when his fingers grabbed the handle of the door.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, a healthy amount of fear, excitement, and heat drumming through him.

“I’ll keep my virgin eyes away from your body, don’t worry,” came your slow tease, and Kirishima snorted softly.

Kirishima stepped back out to the hot spring.

Just like the first time, the entrance to the spring was warm, the steam seeming thicker than last time, clouding the outdoor room and his sight. You were at the furthest out part of the pool, your back towards them as you worked your fingers through your scalp.

Discarding his slippers at the edge, Kirishima climbed into the pool.

The pool only went as far as his thigh, and he sank into the warm water. It felt wonderful on his body, relaxing his muscles just enough for him to wonder when was the last time he had managed to visit a hot spring.

“I’m in,” Kirishima said, his arms rising up out of the water, resting onto the black stone. “You can turn around now.”

“God, took you long enough,” you tease, your body twisting so that you were facing him again.

To Kirishima’s complete and utter surprise, you stilled, eyes dragging up and down his exposed chest, eyes locked on the series of tattoos all over his right pectoral, and trailed down his right arm. His lips felt dry as your eyes shifted back to his face, to his arm, and back to him. The smile on your face felt weak, but it sent a spiral of dizzying heat through Kirishima when he noticed the hushed lust.

For a while, the two of you remained at opposite ends of the hot spring. Eyes closed, hummed melodies passing through the song. You asked Kirishima about how he felt, if his medication was due for refills, if therapy was okay (he was doing better, a refill was due in two weeks, and therapy was going the same). He asked you about your relationship with Kimiko, with the lawyer, and if you had any real friends within the music industry (Kimiko was like an older cousin to you, the lawyer was a pain to deal with at times, and surprisingly, you did meet some genuine friends). You questioned how his friends were doing, if he had any contact with them despite their busy schedules. 

So Kirishima found himself retelling stories of his coworkers turned close friends. Each story he told left both of you with sore stomachs from laughter, and tears at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. 

“Was the tip story true?” you asked once the quiet overcame and grew old. You shift through the water, getting a bit closer to Kirishima.

Kirishima coughed, suddenly feeling a tad bit shy about his posture, but decided to keep from moving.

“You honestly think I would have barged into here just because I wanted to see you?”

Truthfully, had Kirishima been a man without morals, chivalry, or disrespect for you, he would have. Definitely would have.

“Let a girl dream,” you smile, like a luring siren as you wander closer by just a step. “It would go against everything I know about you, but it’s fun to tease.”

“You’re a bigger brat than I thought you would be,” Kirishima smiles back, trying his best to not show the way goosebumps were bursting against his skin, his eyes locked on yours, trying to not get distracted by the way your wet skin made his mind spin.

“I don’t think I’m a brat,” you counter, getting close enough that he could feel the currents of the water with your movement. But you were far enough that Kirishima felt like pointing out the fact you disregarded his keep apart rule would be a mistake. “How am I a brat?”

The sound of the water rippling through the springs along with the growing noises of the bugs began a melody around the two of you, and all Kirishima could do was stare at the way you blinked your eyes slowly — like a feline stalking a prey.

“A lot of ways, really,” Kirishima breathes, his heart rising up to his throat as he felt your hands gingerly place themselves on his knees.

“Yeah?” you ask, parting through his naked legs, and Kirishima felt his breathing stop when your exposed chest pressed against his. Your lips were ghosting so far from his but tantalizingly close enough that he felt drunk off your sweet breath. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Kirishima sucked in air, his arms resisting movement, and his eyes glanced down at the way your mouth was millimeters from his. His dick was very much interested in what he could do about it, and when your hands grazed up his thigh and onto his chest, Kirishima could feel something rumble in his chest.

He moved to eliminate the space, but there was a crash in the following spring, pushing you away from him long before he could claim your mouth.

“FUCK!” the person in the opposite spring screamed, and Kirishima’s eyes closed in his muted annoyance as you sighed.

His eyes dropped to the water, giving you the privacy to rise out of the water and make your way over to the wall.

“Jenny, are you okay?” you called.

“Give me a warning the next time you try fucking your hot bodyguard in the middle of a private onsen!”

“We weren’t fucking you prude!”

And with that, Kirishima took this as his embarrassed cue to leave.

He stood at the entrance of your private spring for about twenty minutes, entirely uncomfortable with the still hard dick in his pants, rubbing and chaffing against his jeans as he stood there. Eventually, you exited the hot spring, face glowing from the steam and eyes avoiding his gaze as you walked back to your room. Your robe was tight on your body, the hair on the nape of your neck pressed to your skin.

Kirishima sighed as he watched you enter your room, your smile short as you nodded a simple goodnight before letting the door slam shut behind you.

Rubbing his face, Kirishima listened to the voices in his intercom talk about how nothing had happened tonight. An attempted unwelcome visitor tried to get into your room, but they had stopped him. They didn’t fight, but they had run away the moment they caught on to the fact that they weren’t exactly authentic.

Kirishima sighed as he slumped into his room, collapsing on the too small bed as he found himself looking at the ceiling in deep concentration.

What was he going to do now?

That was undeniably sexual, his still semi-hard dick damning evidence to the known fact that he wanted you. By god did he want you. Wanted you beneath him, over him, splitting yourself down onto his cock while you gripped your arms and legs around him, fucking down onto his driving cock. 

Kirishima groaned low in his chest, guilt blooming in the back of his throat as his palm rubbed his pulsing cock.

Bad, Kirishima, bad.

“Kirishima-san?” a voice broke through his earpiece, and Kirishima nearly jumped out of his skin. “Are you there?”

“Hi Kimiko,” Kirishima sighed, his dick deflating instantly. “Everything all right?”

“Ah, yes! Sorry about earlier, the false tip and the sudden abandonment!” Kimiko embarrassingly apologized. “My client was ringing for the fourth time, and while I care deeply for y/n, I had to take it!”

“Mm, no worries, Kimiko,” Kirishima smiled politely despite the lack of visual contact. “How can I help you?”

“Ah, yes,” Kimiko asserted, her tone changing from apology to one of formality. “So, about the visitor incident I’m sure you were brought attention to, it seems that the vehicle they came in was with the driver's plate: T082-23. Does that sound familiar?”

“Not currently,” Kirishima sighed, his body stretching into a sitting up position. “Does it to you?”

“No…” Kimiko admitted, and Kirishima could feel the worried frown on her face. “Well, I just wanted to call and give you that information. It was passed along to me, and they mentioned they hadn’t told you. And since I was going to give you the schedule for the upcoming JRA’s award day, I figured I’d let you know!”

“No problem! Let’s go over the schedule now?”

“Yes! I have a client meeting in America right after this! Can you believe it? An American celebrity wants my help?!”

“That sounds amazing, Kimiko!”

“Okay, so this is how the day’s going to go!”

Date: 7/10 Time: 18:00 Location: Tokyo Hotel Room 101

Kirishima watched as an entire team was getting you dressed up.

Two people were doing your hair, three people doing your nails, one person doing your makeup, and five getting one of your three outfits for the night ready.

According to you, as you had strutted around in these outfits nearly two weeks ago were your red carpet and beginning of the award show outfit, your performance outfit, and of course, the after-party outfit. Each one was different, yet when adorned on your body was a perfect replica of who you were.

Most importantly, the two of you had decided to ignore every single instance of tremendous sexual energy and desire that basically leaked from both of your pores. It was for the best to ignore it. There was no point in pursuing it, especially when there was a known hunt for you, and Kirishima was the last line of defense between you and whoever it was.

Whoever it was, pfft.

Kirishima was willing to bet on who it was already.

Since the night of the initial kidnapping that finally closed the gap between you and Kirishima, there was something that the caught criminal said that stuck with him.

Everything you had coming your way, you deserved, he had said in bitter spite.

The interesting thing was that it was the lawyer who had said that, multiple times at that. The lawyer seemed to have everything to fuel him to rage against you. Everything you said or tried, the lawyer was on your heel, barking at you that it was wrong. Kirishima had also seen the contracts between you and the lawyer, and the amount that he was paid to be your attorney was not large at all.

The mass majority of the funds you earned were always funneled towards charities and organizations you trusted to help people in need — in fact, it was almost 80% of your total earnings. A meek, barely larger than 20% was split between you, your lawyer, Kimiko, your music crew, and any other unforeseen expenses. The lawyer was also in a situation where he was not in demand with clients, and if you weren’t heeding his expensive tag, he needed a new contract with you.

A contract he was always demanding to discuss with you that you denied to change.

Attacks tended to happen days after you and the lawyer tumbled, not enough to rouse suspicion if you weren’t looking, but Kirishima was. He just needed damning evidence now.

Something.

Anything.

And for some reason, his gut was screaming at him that something big was going to happen tonight, that tonight was going to be the last attack—the one to end everything.

So he had told everyone about it. Kimiko, the security at the JRA’s, even you. It made him nervous.

It made his hand sweat, the gun strapped to his thigh feeling like hot iron as he stood about as you laughed with your makeup crew.

Kirishima swore, promised, and vowed he would protect you.

He was going to.

And when the gold dress was tied to your body, fitting you beautifully, Kirishima found himself unable to look away like strands of your hair framed your temples.

“What do you think, Kiri? Will I be on the Best Dressed List?” you asked, tearing Kirishima’s attention away from the bodice and skirt of the dress. Your eyes were bright, hopeful, yearning for a positive reaction from him.

“How could you not be?” Kirishima admitted, his grin toothy, and he shifted against the wall.

“You’ll make me blush,” you grin back, eyes batting just a bit as you clasp your hands together. It takes everything in Kirishima to keep from striding across the space between the two of you and kissing you silly. “Are we ready to go?”

Kirishima wet his lips, unwillingly tearing his gaze from you, and whispers into the intercom.

“Ready to move out?”

“We’re all clear.”

Straightening back up, Kirishima smiled at you, his head motioning towards the door.

“Alright, y/n, let’s see you make some history?”

“Damn right I will.”

Kirishima smiled as he exited first, carving the path for you. 

Paparazzi were on you immediately, the lights flashing and terribly bright as he helped you through the throngs of them. His hand pressed to your back as they screamed demands, most of which you complied with until Kirishima stated that you would be late. You, unfortunately, couldn’t be late to the awards show.

Ushering you into the limousine, Kirishima follows in shortly after you, scrunching up in his seat as he sits opposite of you. However, your typical light and bright demeanor are gone; instead, you seem almost anxious as you open your handbag.

“You okay there?” Kirishima asks as he realizes you pulled out a distinctly obvious metal flask.

“Awards make me nervous,” you painfully admit; you're weakly smiling as you knock back a shot of the drink. “I hate winning and losing; the alcohol makes me less… of a wreck. Do you want some? I think it’s apple soju, I don’t know, a good luck gift from Kimiko.”

Kirishima grins, his eyes rolling as he decides to decline the drink. “Sorry, love, I think that I need to be completely sober for today.”

You scrunch your nose, obviously displeased, “Lame, who shows up to these awards sober?”

“Me,” Kirishima laughed, his head tilting back and scraping against the ceiling of the limousine. 

“Such a prude, sober, pervert,” you sigh, taking yet another swig before putting the flask back into your bag. 

“Such a brat.”

Just like every previous instance, your eyes seem to glow in glee at that name, your lips curling into a pleased smirk as you shrug. It's a sight that makes Kirishima’s mouth dry and heart racing. Fuck, he should not be thinking about fucking you in the limousine right now.

But before the heat in the limousine could simmer to one of undeniable boiling, you had arrived.

Kirishima cleared his throat, sending a quick wink your way as he exited the car first. The first stop was for him to join the lineup to guide you through all the different photo and interview sessions. No one wanted pictures of him emerging from the limo after all. 

There's a moment where after Kirishima closes the door, your eyes filled with worry and excitement as he winked goodbye, that things changed. He stood up, his eyes already scanning the area for anything suspicious, when he saw the all too familiar van.

T082-23.

His eyes widened, his head looking around for anyone else, but there was no one to help. No one could do anything as the car continued to drive away, disappearing from Kirishima’s line of sight. His heart hammered in his chest, and his hands instinctively went to his thigh. He had his firearm… he had it.

With nothing but a quick report to the head of security via his com, Kirishima pushed on ahead, waiting for your descent down the red carpet.

When you eventually emerged from the limousine, Kirishima found that at this moment, the entire world faded away as a gloved hand assisted you out of the vehicle. You were elegant, stunning, a realistic vibrant portrait within his world of greys. As you took photos for the cameras, he was by your side a few strides away as you talked to reporters.

You really came to life right now.

You were beautiful.

“For all the pain in the world that she is, she’s quite charming from a distance, huh?” a voice spoke to his side, and Kirishima froze. His eyes widened completely when he noticed that standing beside him was none other than the lawyer.

The lawyer was dressed in a nice suit, glasses perched on his nose, and for the first time Kirishima had seen, the scowl was not quite so hard.

He was here.

Every warning bell sounded in Kirishima’s head.

This was the man he was so sure was the reason behind your every attack. A man fueled by insufficient funding, a need for a new contract that would never be approved without your signature.

“What are you doing here?” Kirishima asked, subtlety never being something he was ever good with. “I’ve never seen you anywhere except to argue with Y/n about contracts. This doesn’t seem like the appropriate time to be discussing it.”

“Kimiko wanted me to give her a new contract proposal to give to y/n. However, to be fair, it’s quite easy for anything to come down to an argument with y/n,” he shrugs, and Kirishima watches a cloud of emotions pass between the man’s eyes. “At least between her and me, we’ve never gotten along, but I suppose that’s how it is for any type of family who works together.”

Wait.

“What?! Family member?!”

“Yes, I know it’s strange to believe. I am quite ugly, and she is not, but we’re family.”

Kirishima’s mind was racing now. It didn’t make sense. If he was family, why would he be in such pursuit of potentially murdering you? If you were family, he was sure that you would help out? If he needed a raise like he thought, wouldn’t you have helped?

There was no way you wouldn’t.

Was he wrong?

Who was it?

“Kiri!” your voice broke into his mind and tore him back to reality. You waved at him, then passed a stuck-out tongue to the lawyer in a teasing fashion. “Let’s go in?”

Kirishima looked over at the lawyer who greeted a woman, who was also walking down the red carpet, a celebrity he could name no less, with a warm kiss. 

Oh fuck.

He needed to call Kimiko; he was so very wrong.

You had won two awards so far, and at this very moment, Kirishima was being ushered back to his seat in the audience as you were being escorted to the main stage to perform your latest song. You had removed your gold dress for a black, sleek gown. Your lipstick changed to a dark red, and your hands trembled in the white lace gloves you wore.

“Oh, Kiri,” you wheezed almost, your hands shaking as the announcers on stage were announcing the last awards before your performance. “I’m getting nervous. What if I mess up or sing off-key? I’d be the laughing stock!”

Kirishima laughed gently, his hands easily encompassing your waist as he stilled your frantic moves. “Y/l/n y/n, if there is anything I know for sure about you is that you are one hell of a singer and a performer. The awards you’re nominated for tonight speak for themselves! You never fail at your performances, and even if you somehow manage to sing off-key, I’m sure that no one would notice! Your biggest fan in the world won’t notice, at least.”

Not more than seven days ago, when you had cried about the impending nerves of being an artist, Kirishima had come to claim the title of being your biggest fan in the world. It had made you chuckle through your tears before coming near a hysterical laugh as the two of you held each other close.

“You’re a nut, Kirishima Eijirou,” you laugh, hands resting on his lower ribs, but your smile was bright, warm. You paused a bit, fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll sing just for you then, but I think I should take another swig of that soju.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Could you tell that Takeyama is completely drunk off her ass?”

“...she’s drunk?!”

“Exactly, I’ll be fine,” you breathe, taking a new smaller flask from the purse Kirishima was holding for you and taking the final swig. Your face contorts at the bitter liquid. “Ew, Kimiko really fucked me over with this one. Why is it blue?! Have you ever seen blue apple soju?!”

“No?” Kirishima startled, his eyes looking at the indeed splash of blue liquid tainting a small part of your gloves. “Who gave you that one? What happened with the other flask of yours?”

“Oh, Kimiko sent it along after I lost my other one; it’s her own flask,” you said before the backstage crew whisked you away to begin your set, and without you, Kirishima was sent to the audience.

Kirishima felt trapped as he was ushered into his seat, his eyes scanning the entire audience for something suspicious, a familiar face perhaps. His broad shoulders continued to bump into his neighbors, their disgruntled noises doing nothing to stop his worry.

“And now, Y/n,” came the strong voice of the male announcer, and the light dimmed.

Kirishima watched as the spotlight came down upon you, a golden halo of colors against your darkened gown as the instrumentals began to play in the background. And he saw you take a step forward, the building motifs suddenly silencing when you finally sang the first note.

Despite the panic arising in Kirishima, the unknown of who was behind it all, what was going to happen, he stilled at the unmatched strength and ambiance of your voice.

You sang as you did at every stage, to every audience.

There was a reason why you were considered a legend.

And then, with one last sound, one last melody, and your hand holding your microphone dropped. Your chest heaving, tears falling down your face, and the roar of the audience was silent. You looked through the audience, unable to see, but for some reason, you just knew where Kirishima was.

You smile.

But as the looming sounds begin to fill your ear again, you find that the world is hazy.

You swallow, eyes unfocused as you bowed, hurrying to leave the stage.

Kirishima watched as you took a final stumbling step off the stage, something he felt was going to be written off as you stepped on your dress. But his mind whirled.

The lawyer felt like a setup; the contracts made no sense, the blue soju.

How were they related?

What connected them?

“Oh, fuck,” Kirishima whispered, horrified, and immediately his finger pressed to his earpiece. “Find Y/n! Now!”

Kirishima was racing through the back of the venue, the announcers' voices still ringing through the dirty, bleak hallways. You had just won but was written off as being somewhere backstage; after all, the show must go on.

Voices screamed in his earpiece, each declining to have found you. No one had seen you after you stepped off the stage. No one knew who had taken you.

Kirishima noticed the doors closing at the end of the hallway, and with a dreading sense of doom, Kirishima removed the gun from his harness. And with the devil on his heels, he ran.

Kirishima panted as he looked before him.

You were passed out, draped limp, confused, and woozy against Kimiko’s body, and two men knocked unconscious beside them. To anyone else, it looked as if Kimiko had saved you, some guardian angel within this world, but if Kirishima’s gut meant anything, he knew better.

“Kirishima-san!’ Kimiko squeaked as Kirishima raised his gun, his body tense, unwilling to take a chance on her. “I don’t know what those two were doing! I was saving her, I swear!”

“Don’t do this, Kimiko,” Kirishima whispered, his head shaking. “I figured it out.”

There was a shift in Kimiko’s face at that; the scared unknowing hero melted into one of anger, resentment, one of someone who knew they had been outed.

“So, you figured it out,” she bitterly spoke, her arms that were supporting you from behind revealing to be a firearm of your own. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“I can’t say I figured out your reasoning; honestly, it doesn’t make sense to me, but I felt like it was you,” Kirishima carefully states, his heart roaring at the implied danger of the firearm against your chin. “Don’t do anything stupid, Kimiko.”

Kimiko stares, her lips forming a small o before changing into one of a large, near unattached grin.

“Anything stupid? If anyone is doing anything stupid, it's this selfish prick!” Kimiko spits, her arms tightening around you, making you whimper ever so gently in pain. “She thinks she’s so great, so rich, so smart! Just because she wastes most of her money on stupid shit like charity! Everyone thinks working for her is a dream, but they’re all blind idiots!”

Kirishima’s eyes widen as he notices the glazed, unfocused of your eyes as you shift your attention over to him. Were you listening?

“What’s wrong with the contract?” he asks, a small attempt to diffuse the situation.

“The fact she pays me next to nothing, and yet she works me half to death!”

“You have multiple clients, don’t you?” Kirishima splutters, unsure as to what was wrong. “Why is this one contract so important you wanted to frame her lawyer?!”

Kimiko laughs; it’s pitchy, almost hysterical as she bends over, your body slumping further onto the floor. “That was a lie! All a fucking lie! Do you know that I knew no one when I first started? Y/n is a name everyone wants. I don’t need to do anything to get her things! The world wants her! But the other clients? None of them stayed, none of them wanted me past a month! The salary was okay when she was a snot-nosed brat, but ten years later?! NO! She won’t fucking listen. She never fucking listens to anything but herself! So she has the option to give me the eighty percent, or fucking die here!”

Suddenly the gun in Kirishima’s hand feels like a ton, the skin on the back of his neck crawling and slicking with sweat.

“You know how much those charities mean to her,” Kirishima whispers. “She won’t do it.”

Kimiko trembles for a second, her arm holding the firearm lowering as she looks at the wall, shaking.

“Oh my god… you’re right,” Kimiko realizes, horror and uncertainty flashing across her face. “I guess… she has to die, oh my god, she has to die.”

At that moment, the world slowed down, and Kirishima swore he could see the atoms, the electricity flowing through the space between them. Kimiko’s arm holding the gun raising back up to your temple, her smile detached, horrific yet gleeful.

His body trembled as he doubted himself, his mind unsure if the finger on the trigger was going to be strong enough to fire away. Could he do it?

Was he ready?

Actually ready?

Save her, his past whispered.

Save her, his nightmares screamed.

Save her, his heart yelled.

Kirishima raised his arm, his focus blaring, his past just for a moment, forgotten.

BANG!

“The effects of the rohypnol have already worn out. Thankfully she wasn’t given a whole pill. If she experiences any nausea or throws up, please bring her back, should anything else happen, she’ll be okay.”

The words of the doctor rang in Kirishima’s ears. For tonight, they were going to be discharging you to him. Thankfully, it was all happening in Tokyo, so Kirishima’s apartment was near, and if Bakugou was true to his word, it was clean.

With the help of hospital security, he had managed to get your tuxedo concealed body into a car, and the two of you rode off to his apartment. You’ve been silent the entire time, eyes downcasted as you sit pressed to his side, feeling like a small child compared to him. You knew that he was much larger than you, a near two feet taller, but this felt unmatched. 

Kirishima’s jacket was warm around you, it’s sheer largeness another dress on your body, and despite the horrific turn of events, you were feeling warm. You couldn’t remember much of what transpired after stumbling off stage, but you did remember Kirishima bursting through the doors, a look of anger and fear blistering off his person in such a way that made you whimper when you remembered.

You remembered the onsen basically every night, cursing your stupid makeup team for interrupting a night that definitely would have ended with you fucking Kirishima. You cursed yourself for being a coward and not just saying fuck it and fucking him afterward despite the brief awkwardness.

He wanted you, it was clear as day, and you wanted him as well.

Tonight.

“Sorry about how small my apartment is, or if it’s messy, I don’t actually know if my friends have been keeping up with it,” Kirishima apologized, guiding you into the apartment by the small of your back. “You’ll be safe here tonight, and I promise we can get back to your own place tomorrow!”

“Oh, don’t apologize, it’s okay,” you smile, feeling flushed as you cross the entryway to the apartment. His apartment, despite not being home in so long, is clean. The halls aren’t messy, and a hint of lavender is saturated to the air. The dim hallway lights were barely bright enough to cause you to squint as it was dark out. “Thank you for having me tonight, especially after everything.”

At the hospital, you had been given a pair of sweats and a cotton t-shirt. The change in outfit from your event dress was definitely needed, and even though you were sure your makeup was streaked down your face, you felt good hidden in the depths of Kirishima’s jacket.

“Are you hungry?” Kirishima asked, handing over his guest slippers, which you gratefully accepted. “I might have some microwaveable food leftover.”

“Ramen doesn’t sound too bad,” you admit as Kirishima unbuttons the first few buttons on his white dress shirt. You were instantly captivated by the movement, your eyes shifting back to his face when he began to walk off towards the kitchen.

Kirishima talked warmly, keeping the conversation going merrily and bright throughout the entire time in the kitchen. He undoubtedly knew you weren’t entirely okay, and at moments like this, you were entirely grateful for his sweet personality. 

To be fair, you knew that you had been quite unfair to Kirishima in the beginning. Looking back at the first entire month of knowing him, you were horrified and impressed that Kirishima didn’t demand to be dropped. You had been selfish, stubborn, a bottom line brat, and he took it day after day. It wasn’t that you disliked him back then; hell, you had been in a near state of delirium when he entered the door during your first meeting because you had no idea such huge men existed to the caliber of his hotness.

But you resisted and might have been harsher than needed.

It was okay now; after all, if he was genuinely bitter about that entire month still, the onsen said otherwise.

It didn’t take long for your stomach to be filled with warm broth, soft boiled eggs, and ramen noodles. Kirishima did, in fact, have ramen, fresh eggs, and some vegetables. In a grand act of preparing you the most sufficient dinner he could, Kirishima presented this under budget ramen and laughed when you said it was terrific.

But it was growing late.

The two of you still sat at his table that was full of a card game, your empty ramen bowls, and cups of water. The clock on the oven read 23:38, and the city lights were slowly dying.

“Are you ready for bed?” Kirishima eventually asked you. 

You looked up from your joined hands; your fingers had been playing with his thick and long fingers for some time now. The apartment grew steadily quieter as you studied and attempted to memorize each callous and scar on his hands. They were definitely marked and nicked, the sign of the warrior he once was.

“Depends on the bed,” you tease, lips rising into a small smile as you compare your much tinier hands than his. Your fingertips barely passed the edge of his palm. “What does a big guy like you sleep in? A twin? Tatami mat?”

Kirishima laughed, his hands twisting in yours, wrapping it around so that he raised your hands up to press a kiss to the center of your palms. 

“A futon, brat,” Kirishima explained, his smile small but sharp with his humor. “Let’s get you to bed?”

You frown. 

“Where will you be sleeping then?”

“My couch is just fine.”

“I’m sure your stuffing in a trash bag had holes in it.”

“That’s okay,” Kirishima laughed, standing up and quickly taking you to your feet as well. “It’s just for a night, I’ll live.”

Your face warmed immediately as he guided you down the hallway of his apartment before finally coming into what was definitely his room.

Kirishima’s scent was faint in this room, cinnamon, wood, and warm spices. It made your eyes flutter as you observed his room from the entryway as he began to set up the room. 

His eye for interior decoration was quite… different. You smiled brightly as you glanced around; the diverse and rather boyish decorations around the room warmed your heart. It seemed exactly like what you would think of for Kirishima. 

“Well, that’s all!” Kirishima exclaimed, his hands landing on his hips in triumph as he looked around. “The bathroom is the next door over, and I’ll leave a toothbrush out for you. I also left out a new t-shirt of mine if you want to change!”

You nod some more, watching as Kirishima seems unsure of what to do next. He looks around, coughs a bit before nodding.

“Okay, I’ll be leaving—”

“Um, can we talk?” you interrupt, arms wrapping around your body. “I have some things I want to say.”

“Oh, sure!”

“You can sit,” you say, motioning toward the bed. “I have a few things to get off my chest.”

Kirishima pauses for a bit, his eyes looking you over before he eventually nods, and he sits down. The bed slightly creaks under his weight, and you feel your body warm-up at the sound. You want to hear the bed creak more, to rock under the weight of you and him pressed against the sheets as you cried his name.

“What is it?” he asks gently, observing you.

“I just…” you huff, words failing you, your tongue feeling heavy. “I wanted to say thank you for saving me.”

“It was my job to do that,” Kirishima smiled warmly, his arms crossing again.

He was relaxed.

“I mean, I can’t even begin to believe that it was Kimiko who was behind all that, even though we know it was… I know it was,” you trail off, shivering slightly as you remember your ex-managers demented laugh in your ear. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Nothing would’ve happened to you,” Kirishima spoke with finality. “I promised to myself at the first meeting I was going to protect you, hell the entire world would. You’re not going to be taken down by pathetic people like that, not you.”

“Really?”

“One hundred percent.”

“I feel like I should repay you in some way, though,” you rub the back of your neck, eyes fluttering just the slightest bit flirtatious. Kirishima looked at you with full mooned eyes, his arms unfolding and his palms resting onto the bedspread.

“You repay me plenty already,” came his whispered answer, so quiet, so pure you almost smiled. “You don’t have to do anything.”

Your tongue pushes past your lip, wetting the drying skin as you take a step toward him. The shoulders of the jacket slowly fall from your own shoulders, pooling just above your elbows as you stop before him, hands resting daintily on his broad shoulders.

“And what if I want something?” you ask, finding yourself stemming with energy as his legs part, allowing you closer access to him. 

You step in closer and closer until your outer thighs are ghosting against the inner part of his.

“I think it’s in our contract for me to do everything that you request if I remember correctly,” Kirishima whispers, his bright clear red eyes turning a burnt shade: dark and ever consuming. 

“And if I want you to finish what you started over at the onsen?” you press, fingers curling against the muscles of his shoulders before locking behind his neck.

His nose was brushing against yours, cold yet burning against your own skin.

“I’ll gladly show you what I wanted to do that night,” he grunts, eyes deadly, and for the first time, his hands held your waist.

You took a second to recover, your skin sparking with the electricity of his touch, and you suppressed a shiver as you opened your eyes.

“Do it,” you cement your fates, “coward.”

And just like that, in a movement so euphoric, Kirishima’s mouth crashed against yours.

His mouth was hot, dangerous against yours -- a live wire sparking with uncontrollable energy and heat as your mouths danced. Hot puffs of air were passed between your mouths, your fingers shaking with an undeniable release of tension and want. 

The kiss was sloppy, desperate, so needy with unspoken frantic determination to fuck each other until the other could no longer move. 

Kirishima’s hand removed the jacket from your arms, letting the expensive material fall onto the floor with a heavy thud. Despite the lack of warmth the clothing provided, the feeling of Kirishima’s hands rubbing against your bare arms sent your mind spiraling.

“Get on the bed,” Kirishima commands against your mouth. “Let me fuck you.”

The words were nearly embarrassingly desperate, but the tone of his voice spoke of the absolute domination he wished to assert on you. He wanted you in one exact way, and you had a feeling you knew what it was. But if he had been paying attention, Kirishima should already know that getting you to listen was not easy.

“No,” you grin against his mouth.

Kirishima pulls away instantly, his lips red and swollen as he replays your word in his head. He looks frazzled, absolutely delirious already at the simple, passion-filled makeout. As soon as his eyes clear away the fog, your grin drops, and instead, you look at him with fierce determination and defiance. 

“No?” he repeats.

“No,” you confirm.

Your chest feels light, your head spinning as the hands on your waist tighten, and his eyes flash dangerously. The tip of his tongue pushes past his lips before quickly disappearing again. 

“Of course, you’re a brat in bed too, such a fucking princess,” Kirishima shakes his head, but his mouth curving into a shark-like grin. 

Menacing, promising, sending chilling shivers down your spine.

The world spins faster than you can keep up, your mouth opening to shriek as Kirishima easily lifts you up, and has you lying against his lap. 

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, princess,” Kirishima begins, his large fingers hooking into the waistband of the sweats you have on and the panties you’re wearing. “My princess gets rewards for being good. If she can behave properly, she gets to be fucked with dick, her pussy gets to be fucked just the way she pleases.”

You can’t help but stifle a moan that threatens to spill out with his words and the way his hands move down the curve of your ass, exposing the naked skin to him. The waistband of both your panties and sweats stay high up your thighs, and it’s almost embarrassing to know you’re still so clothed despite what’s to come.

“And just what does the Sergeant do to bad girls?” you ask, unable to keep your tongue down, your hips rolling against his lap in undeserved friction.

Unexpectedly, abruptly, a hand comes down harshly onto your bare ass.

The contact is rough, stinging against your ass as you cry out in slight pain.

The hand not currently rubbing a warning circle into your ass twists the hair at the top of your head, lifting your head up so that your ear could near his mouth.

“Bad girls get punishments. They get what I want to give them. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Holy shit,” you whimper, heat flaring between your thighs at the thought of Kirishima doing anything to you regardless of if you were good or bad. You rut your ass back against his hand, longing for a heavier touch, a plea for something more.

“What does the princess want?”

“Nothing,” you bite, and the crashing smack of another spank has you moaning loudly at the stinging pleasure-filled pain. 

“You moaning like a whore at a simple spank says otherwise,” Kirishima chuckles darkly, his fingers pinching your stinging ass as your body bucks against him. He spanks you again, again, and again. Each slap is intentful, powerful, wanting to get you to admit what you want, and you cry against your hands each time, your eyes fluttering as the pain feels good. 

“Of course, a slut like you would be getting off on this,” Kirishima seems amused, his thick finger pressing to the slit of your cunt, spreading your dripping essence against your cunt. He presses against your entrance with just the tip of his finger, and you shriek in a sound for more, your hips jerking backward to get his finger into you, to fuck you with those thick fingers to do something about the growing desperate heat. 

“Kirishima!” you scream, your body sweating and twisting on his lap, desperate to find some way to get him to finger fuck you. 

“Ah, there we go,” he sighs in delight as his fingers swirl at your entrance, increasing the teasing and making your mind spin. “Tell me what you want, brat.”

“You!” you wail, two of his fingers carting between your wet, sloppy heated lips. They graze your clit, stimulating you further as you can do nothing but instinctively jerk against his hold, trying to get him to give you the needed pleasure to build up to an orgasm. “I want you to fuck me so good! Please, Sergeant, please, I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember anything but your name.”

“But you haven’t proven to be a good princess,” Kirishima tuts, his hands disappearing from your pussy despite your crying pleas. His hand grabs your ass, though, massaging the abused skin, grasping it tightly.

You moan, embarrassed at the sensation of his massive hand easily cupping your ass cheek, your fingers fisting into the fabric of his pants as you shake your head.

“Are you going to prove that you’re good?” he asks you, his tone like that of a parent chastising a child. “Gonna prove to me that you can be good?”

You shake pathetically against his legs, but you can’t keep yourself from shaking your head. You can’t prove to him that you would be.

“I can’t!” you whimper loudly, your body twisting on his lap to look up at him, your eyes filled with tears and pleading need. Kirishima looked down at you with lust filled eyes and an undeniable need to be followed.

“You can’t?” he repeats, his head tilting, eyes narrowing, and his fingers dug into your ass. “Or you won’t?”

You tremble on top of him, unable to answer because you weren’t ready to hand over the reins just yet. You didn’t want to submit so fast, you wanted to make his own head dizzy with need but the stubbornness to continue punishing you the way he was promising.

“I won’t,” you gasp, eyes fluttering at the way he finally drops your head.

You gasp loudly as you find him shoving you off his lap, and with your panties and sweats sitting so awkwardly high on your legs, you find yourself tumbling off his lap and onto the floor.

“Guess if you don’t want to behave, I’ll treat you like some fucking pussy pocket and dispose of you once I’m done,” Kirishima easily breathes, and you look up at the now standing man as he tears his shirt off.

Your mouth waters, your cunt throbbing at the sight of the rippling muscles and dark lines of his tattoos on his upper body. You watch fascinated, like one does to a masterpiece, as he undresses until he’s in nothing but his socks. And at the sight of his dick, you can feel at once all the blood in your flushed face drop directly into your throbbing cunt.

He was fucking enormous, his girth barely fitting into his hand, and the angry red head spilled its precum against his abs. A black happy trail connecting Kirishima’s abs to his vein throbbing cock.

Holy fuck, he could quickly kill you with that.

Kirishima doesn’t ask any questions as he watches your awkwardly dressed state of a body on the floor. His head is tilted upwards, a small pleased smile on his face as he looks down on you, his hand slowly, leisurely fisting his cock as you can do nothing but stare.

You make some insane noise at the back of your throat at this sight, your thighs trembling with need, and you're pushing off your side, your ass burning, and your balance off as you open your mouth, offering all you could to him.

And thankfully, Kirishima allows it.

He’s much too tall for you to suck him off on your knees, so he sits back down onto the bed, letting you scamper between his legs, mouth open wide like some needy pet.

“Such a good little slut,” Kirishima sighs, sinking his cock into your wet, hot mouth. “Such a fucking cockwhore, all it took was a single glance for you to lose your will.”

You whine against his dick, your jaw tight with the stretch, your tongue lapping so desperately around the cock that was no more than halfway in yet couldn’t go in any further.

“Suck me right, and I’ll reward you by fucking that pretty little pussy of yours,” Kirishima grunts, his fingers pressing into the side of your neck as he ruts his hips up into your mouth, shoving his cock even further into your mouth. “And don’t you dare look away from me while you suck me off.”

It feels like fire.

His cock driving down your throat hurts, the taste of his salty pre-cum slathering all over your tongue and dripping out of your mouth with the saliva you can’t control. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you continue to bob your head, continue to fuck him with your throat as animalistic, praiseworthy noises begin spilling from Kirishima’s mouth.

You whimper at the sight of his head dipping back, and you nearly whine when he shoves the fingers he had gathered your juices on into his mouth. He moans at the contact and with his pleasure with your actions so obvious as you choke against his girth. That was hot, holy fuck, you wanted him to fuck you, please fuck you. 

Your eyes close as he begins to fuck faster into your mouth, his delight in hearing you choke around him his driving force. Tears start pouring from your eyes despite your best efforts, your throat and inner thighs burning with lust and need as Kirishima groans, his cock twitching deep in your throat.

Slap!

“Hey!”

Slap!

You gag harshly as your cheeks sting with his heavy slap, your teeth grazing underneath his cock, right against a thick, twisting vein.

“Did I tell you to close your eyes?” Kirishima practically growls, his hands grasping the back of your neck, the other one slapping you across the face yet again. “No. I said… fuck… I said, keep your eyes on me!”

Tears weep down your face, your eyes struggling to keep focus on him as he continued to fuck deep and intensely into your mouth, shoving himself further into you until you could feel his thighs grazing your chin. Oxygen wasn’t flowing anymore; your gags and chokes the only time the burning element could manage to flow through you, but Kirishima doesn’t seem to care. He seems to delight in the way you are, despite it all, are moaning and looking at him in a pleading way for more.

More, you plead.

And he delivers. 

Kirishima pulls his still hard, not yet cummed, dick out of your mouth and stands. 

You splutter with the sudden intake of oxygen to your lungs, burning you from the inside out as you splutter on the ground.

“W-What’s going on?” you hoarsely stammer, your jaw and throat aching from its prolonged abuse. “E-Ei?”

However, Kirishima seems dead set on getting you naked, and you squeal in flustered excitement as he rips the shirt off of you and his mouth pressing against yours again. His mouth crashes against yours, and you moan into his mouth immediately.

His tongue curls into your mouth and your tongues press and rub against each other. Each passing second growing more desperate, needier, more intense as your clothes are ripped one by one off your body.

“Holy fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kirishima nearly whines, his mouth trailing down your neck, biting and sucking against every centimeter of skin he passed. “Wanted to fuck you against the wall, in my bed, and now I get to do that.”

“Please, please, fuck me, please,” you beg, your voice bordering a wail as your arms wrap around his neck, letting him lift you up off the floor. Despite you being so much smaller than him that when he held you to him, your cunt wasn’t pressed to his angry leaking cock, you continued to desperately roll your hips against his abs, the friction welcomed and easing the building pressure. It was an action conveying just what you wanted. “I need you in me, Sergeant!”

“Just cuz… holy fuck,” Kirishima breathes ragged, his body twisting around, and you cried when the cold sheets pressed into your back. “Imma fuck you, Imma… god, just fucking watch.”

Your head thrashed back onto the pillow as Kirishima’s teeth sunk into your collarbone, then captured your sensitive nipples, his fingers dancing against your clit and teasing your center. 

“Now!” you cry, fingers digging into his shoulder. “Put it in!”

This time, Kirishima didn’t need to be told twice.

His larger body was suddenly pressed entirely against yours, dwarfing you immediately as your arms wrapped around his back as his cock slammed into you. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, your pussy stretched beyond its typical limits by his girth, his size, his power.

Your cunt throbbed around him, your face buried within his pecs as you, despite the searing pain, shove your hips up towards him. Fucking into him, sucking him further into you.

“Holy shit,” Kirishima groans, “you’re amazing.”

“Talk less, fuck me more!” you screech, your body spasming, twitching so hard from the splitting pleasure and the lava pit in your stomach, and Kirishima does that exactly.

His hips begin to meet yours in equaled power, slamming into you so that the bed creaked beneath you. He fucked you until he had to hold a hand on your hip so you could stay there, and you kept a hand on the wall to continue to push yourself down onto his cock.

You screamed with pleasure, cried for more, Kirishima’s shark-like smirk getting bolder, darker, hotter with every slam of his hips until his tattooed right arm shot down. His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you.

“You’re so loud, princess,” Kirishima moans, clearly liking your loud noises, “but you’re going to wake everyone in Tokyo.”

His hand around your throat is enough to have your legs trembling around his waist, your choked and muffled moans and splutters drowning out even more as he pressed a kiss onto you. He kissed you, licking your mouth, and devouring your every word and thought. Your core twisted, tightened, and burned. It throbbed and clenched with it’s impending orgasm, and your body began to tense to the heavens as his cock throbbed deep within you.

“Who saved you?”

“E-Ei did,” you garble.

“Who’s fucking you?”

“E-Ei is!”

“Who’s going to fucking cum when I tell her to?”

“Me! Fuck, me!”

Kirishima laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist, and in one final, fleeting burst of strength, fucks into you with his own power, needs, and desire, and you can only take it. “Cum, princess,” he whispered almost sweetly against the top of your head, and it was all over. Your teeth sink into his chest as you scream, a blinding white light erupting through your vision as you cum around his cock.

Kirishima whimpers, his cock still pushing deep into your cunt, until you can feel the warm spill of his seed in your womb.

He collapses to the side of you, taking you with him so that you were resting on his sweaty chest.

“Holy shit,” Kirishima whispered after a bit, your body already warm and too lethargic to notice the star-like tone to his voice. “That was fucking… holy shit.”

“Does this mean you like me?” you half tease, half wonder.

There’s a pause, a silence, and you wonder if maybe he had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t.

“I’ve been in love with you for some time now, I think,” he admits, his hand beginning to rub small circles into your back.

You find that despite the exhaustion, warmth floods your cheeks.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to discuss a more… permanent and maybe different contract tomorrow morning, huh?”

Kirishima chuckles, and you find yourself smiling into his chest.

“I think we do.”

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Hii how about an Ushijima x GN Reader where they're married and then got into a fight which stretches into days of the reader ignoring Ushiwaka and he'll get reminded of what happened with his parents and all that, angst to fluff btw. (You could also changed anything you want in the plot, just please make it an angst to fluff, I can't handle angst endings ;-;) that's all thamk you vmuch!

word count: 3,613

pairing: ushijima wakatōshi x gn!reader (as usual, pls let me know if you find something gendered!)

warnings: sad angsty vibes at the beginning, a lot of worry but it's all fluffy at the end!

a/n: bare with me yall, this might not be that great lol i feel like im losing my touch with writing so im sorry if it shows. thanks so much @mistomu for requesting this though! (i also can't handle angsty endings so i hope this was good enough!!!) this idea is v based on my own feelings so i hope it reads nicely! EDIT: the original post says “she seemed...empty” when Ushi talks to Tendō, which is totally my bad. Thank you to the anon who let me know! I’ve corrected it now :)

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This fight was not like other fights you had had with Ushijima. You loved your husband and all of his quirks, and yet, when you showed up at home with a duffle bag packed, asking your mom to just stay over for a few days, you had cried for hours, wondering if Ushijima was slowly falling out of love with you. Was he really just too busy? Or was Ushijima Wakatōshi falling out of love with you?

Tournament season was always really difficult for the two of you - you never got to see him as much, but with how busy your own work was getting, the two of you thought maybe it would be okay this time around. Especially after you two had gotten married and moved in together - maybe things would be okay.

As you leaned back in your seat, staring at the wedding ring on your finger, you wondered if it was ever going to be okay again. Or maybe this was just the new normal. You had told your mom you'd just be going out for some fresh air, and yet you didn't feel like you were in a good state to be driving. So here you were, in some random parking lot, staring out the window like all the energy had been drained from your body as you replayed that night over and over again in your head.

You could remember almost every word that was said in that first argument. It hadn't helped that Ushijima was exhausted from training - all he had wanted to do was come home, and flop onto the bed for some much needed sleep. But that's what he wanted to do every night and you were struggling at work and needed any level of comfort. You just wanted him to hug you, to hold you and tell you things were going to be okay.

But when you had tried to tell him you needed him, Ushijima had held up his hand tiredly, barely even looking at you as he commented, "Not tonight, Y/N, I'm tired."

His legs had dragged themselves into your shared room, a dismissive air left behind him. Your brow furrowed as it sank in - why did everyone dismiss you so easily? You told your boss you had needed more time to get the project done, and even though he told you you could take your time, he ended up throwing you under the bus to upper management. Your coworkers all seemed to be taking their sweet time on their own portions, no one was helping, and you wanted to pull your hair out in clumps.

You felt like time was slipping past you too quickly, like your whole days were consumed by work, and yet all you wanted was to be comforted by your partner. A hug that told you that you were doing just enough.

But instead what you got was a husband who clearly wanted sleep. And maybe you should've given it to him. But why did his needs always seem to trump yours? He needed a certain diet so you went out to buy all of his new ingredients, helped make new dishes for him to try. He needed to get up in the mornings and always seemed to do so so loudly, so you had to give up on precious moments of sleep. He had a game this year on your anniversary, so you planned a different date and he just came along for the ride. Now he was too tired, and you just had to sit here and pretend like everything was fine.

Maybe I should have just sat there, maybe I should have pretended things were fine, you thought to yourself as you slunk further into your seat. Maybe we could've talked about it the morning after, maybe I could've just crawled into bed with him and cuddled him then. Maybe then we wouldn't be arguing.

Your phone rang for the 5th time since you had sat yourself here in this parking lot. You knew it was Ushijima, calling again to make sure you were okay, to ask where you were, to nag about your whereabouts. But no, you decided in your petty attitude, this time he could wait for you.

Ushijima and you had been far from the world's most perfect couple. You had known the two of you had vast differences in the ways you loved and the ways you communicated. And yet, there was something so attractive about the way he existed when you first met him. He was honest, determined, and knew exactly what he wanted from life. Sure, he wasn't the most informed when it came to how to talk to parnters or how to communicate his thoughts regarding relationships, but the two of you used to laugh about it, you used to treat every little disagreement as something that you could both work on. So when did it start becoming things that only you were working on? He used to at least spend some time with you - or try to - when things got busy... but this season felt different.

You were not a perfect partner, and you knew that. You kept things buried inside of you, you let things boil up, you didn't communicate, as Ushijima loved to point out to you, but was it so bad to want him to understand that sometimes you wanted him to initiate things? He knew you liked to be hugged some days when it was hard at work, so why had he never come to you and hugged you without you asking? Why hadn't he ever thought about doing anything other than coming home and sleeping?

Your mom's words rang through your mind yet again as you stared off into the clouds - could you be losing the man you once considered your soulmate?

Ushijima's heart fell once more as he heard the beginning of your voicemail once again. Every time he would wait for that little beep letting him know he could leave a voicemail if he wanted, and every time he would hang up right before he had to say anything. Because what was he supposed to say?

He stared at the empty couch in front of him as he stood in the living room, as if you would magically pop out of the cushions to let him know this was all just a trick. A prank. A joke.

That's what this had to be right? It was just a joke right?

Ushijima gripped his phone a bit tighter as he scolded himself internally for thinking that. Sure, maybe after the first night, it could've been a prank. But this was the 3rd night in a row that you had been gone when he came home. He had glanced at your closet, noting that some clothes had disappeared, some of your shoes too.

A pain tugged at his heart as he remembered the yelling match the two of you had gotten yourselves into - he strained his memory, trying to remember just what the climax of it had been. He hadn't hugged you... hadn't consoled you, even when you were crying while the two of you were arguing, this time he hadn't reached out to you to hold your hand, wipe away your tears.

This time he had been so tired from training, he just stood there, staring at you with that blank face he always reverted to. You told him he was always too busy to think of you, and he had told you he was trying to be the best. Because the best is what makes him worthy, the best is what keeps money coming in. He was doing this for himself, sure, but he was doing it for you too - he wanted you to be happy in your future. And yet, you seemed so unhappy with him now.

Ushijima took his phone back out, fingers typing out another text to send your way:

Please Y/N, please just let me know you're okay. We can talk this out. Please come home.

Ushijima stared at the text as it joined the many others he had sent you. Three days and he hadn't heard so much of a peep from you. He had Tendō check in on you sometime yesterday, just to make sure you were alive and not murdered somewhere. You had told Tendō you were alive, but refused to say anything more than that.

"Must be some big argument, huh?" Tendō had hummed when he called Ushijima to update him. "They seemed... empty." And that had made Ushijima feel even worse.

He waited a few minutes, watching eagerly as if waiting for you to respond but no response ever came. Why wouldn't you just talk to him? Why did you always have to hide everything inside? How was he supposed to make things better if you didn't say anything? How was he supposed to know you were upset with just your tone of voice?

The volleyball player winced a bit as he thought back to how hurt you had sounded when you first begged him to just hold you. Why hadn't he just reached out and hugged you? Had he been so exhausted he couldn't just hear about your day?

As if on cue, Ushijima felt another pang in his chest as he thought back to how similar the argument you two had sounded to the ones his parents used to have. Yelling and crying, both of them always sounding angry and hurt.

He had sworn off relationships at first, reminding himself that volleyball was all that really mattered. He wanted to be the best, wanted to reach the pinnacle of volleyball and he didn't need a relationship to get there. He didn't want to get hurt - he had watched his parents both cry quietly in different rooms, watched as one parent would always ignore the other and disappear, until one day his dad was packing his bags and leaving.

Is that what you had done? Ushijima's eyes whirled around the apartment, looking for any sign that you would be coming back. Your clothes weren't all gone so you had to come back right? Your favourite foods were still in the pantry, the accessories you had received from friends were still on the bedside table so... you had to come back right?

Volleyball had been all that mattered to him... until he met you. Ushijima met you and suddenly it didn't matter if he could get hurt - he wanted to be with you. Every moment of free time he had, he wanted to be with you. When did that stop? Ushijima stretched his mind, trying to think of why he hadn't hugged you, why didn't he just console you, comfort you, after what was obviously a long day for you too? He had promised before that he would get better at reading your body languages, keep you in mind even during his busy days... hell he even promised you that he would actually start planning dates together... and yet the last time the two of you had actually done something together was maybe 4 months ago.

Ushijima bit his inner cheek, staring at his phone again - letting you go wasn't an option. If you were going to leave, he wouldn't let you go without showing you he wanted you there. If you wanted to leave, he would make damn sure it wasn't because you thought he didn't want you anymore.

Your phone rang again, but this time, when the vibrations stopped, you received a notification that a voicemail had been left. After all this time, you had wondered why he never just said something after the call. You finally picked up your phone, listening to the voice message he left you:

"Y/N?... I'm not... not good at these things. But I know that's the problem isn't it? I've promised you so many times before that I'd get better at this stuff... and instead of hearing how hurt you were, all I could think about was how tired I was. I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm sorry for all of it. But please, please don't just get up and leave. None of this matters if you aren't around for me to share it with - volleyball, the tournaments, the sponsors, none of it would be here without you always supporting me so please, please just pick up. Or just come home. You don't have to stay if you don't want to... but please come back just to talk... I don't... I don't want what happened to my parents to happen to us. I won't let our differences separate us because everything that you are is everything I love. I fucked up - I can't promise I'll be perfect but if you're willing to just give me one more shot, and I know you've given me countless times to fix my shit, but if you give me one more chance, I promise I'll work harder. I'll do better."

You could hear the hurt in his voice and it took all your willpower not to crumble and hang up right there, call him back and cry. You hated hearing that sound in his voice - knowing he was probably tearing up, knowing he was probably sulking around the apartment. But... why should you run to him when he still hasn't solved anything? What was he saying now that was any different than what he usually said?

"I called my trainer... he agrees that I should be able to have a few rest days. So for the foreseeable future, I'll be taking Thursdays off, or at least I'll be coming home earlier every day if I need to be there for Thursdays. I know one day isn't a lot, and I know it's not much until I can actually act on it, but if you're okay with it, I'd like to spend some of those days off with you... I want to be someone you want to be with for the rest of your life, Y/N... I know I haven't been that in a long time. But if you let me, I want to make up for everything I've messed up on... There's food here waiting for you... I ordered your favourite. I don't even know if you've eaten yet or if you want to see me... but it's here for you if you want it. I'm sorry... and I love you, Y/N, I know I don't always act like it, but I do."

You didn't realize until the message ended that you were crying. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to weigh the options laid out in front of you. Maybe it was just you being hopeful, but you could've sworn that the man you had fallen in love with, there was just a glimmer of him in that message.

You listened to it over and over again, letting yourself cry and sob into tissues you had stashed away in your car. Why couldn't he have said all of this before? Why couldn't you have just let him sleep? Why did everything have to blow up so fast?

Maybe it was time to try and fix things, you decided after you turned off your phone. You swallowed hard as you turned your car on, desperately wanting for all these awful feelings to go away. If Ushijima was genuine in person, maybe... just maybe the two of you could work things through.

Ushijima had jumped at the sound of someone opening the front door, eyes glistening with tears he had refused to let fall as you came in. The two of you shared a glance, your face showing the awkwardness you felt as you entered the once tense environment.

"Hi," was all you said, your eyes flickering over your favourite food spread out over the dining table.

"Go ahead," Ushijima nodded quickly, rushing to your side to get you a plate and put your favourites on it. He picked the biggest pieces of each dish, setting the plate down at your usual spot and gesturing to you to feel free to dig in.

But you just stared at him, the hurt in your eyes not disappearing even though Ushijima wished it would. You shifted on your feet, wishing you could pretend like nothing had happened, that there wasn't this uncomfortable feeling sitting in your stomach, that Ushijima was just doing a nice thing for you because he was a good husband and not because he was trying to apologize.

"Ushi-" you started uncomfortably, playing with your fingers in front of you.

"No, me first," he interrupted quickly, swallowing hard. Your eyes gazed over him, noting that the normally put together volleyball player suddenly seemed so small, his hair unkept like he had been running his hands through it over and over again, still wearing the shirt he had probably woken up in. "I sorely messed up, Y/N... I'm sorry for getting upset with you when you were just asking for comfort. You've told me countless times before that you appreciate talking when I come home, a hug... some time alone... and I always seem to forget that. But I promise if you come back home, I'll be better. I was thinking we could get tickets to that movie you wanted to see, or... maybe take a trip somewhere," he continued desperately. Ushijima's hand shot out and grabbed yours gently, clasping his own hands around yours. "I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm so sorry. But please... I don't want to go about my life without you around. I don't want to be one of those kids of divorce that are never happy with their own marriages so I promise... I promise I'll work on it."

You hesitated, watching the desperation in his eyes. Funny how Ushijima always seemed to talk more when you were upset, you thought to yourself, chewing on your inner cheek. "Let me eat something and then you can continue apologizing," you teased gently, attempting to lift some of the tension.

Ushijima's eyes lightened slightly as he nodded quickly and pulled out your chair for you. You smiled to yourself, wondering if maybe there was hope for you two after all.

"I'm serious about Thursdays," he told you as you started to eat. The moment the food had touched your lips, you realized just how hungry you were, stuffing your face quickly with the dishes. "We could have a standing date... watch movies or maybe go out to dinner. Try to cook something together maybe?"

You let out a choked laugh, shaking your head, "Ushi, last time we tried to cook together, we almost set the apartment on fire."

"I'll just hand you the stuff you need, I won't touch, promise," Ushijima insisted, but you could see the little smile at the corner of his lips.

You sighed after you after a few bites, looking up at him as if calculating just how ready you were to fix things, "I need to know that we're both giving and compromising equally... I feel like I'm always doing what you need me to do..."

Ushijima nodded, mulling over this for a moment, "You have done a lot for me, and I'm very grateful for it. But you're right, I need to do more."

You gave a small smile, playing with your food for a moment, "I'm sorry I didn't just tell you what was wrong... I know I blew up. In my head, I had been thinking about everything for so long, but I know that to you, it wouldn't make sense why I got angry so fast. I know a hug really isn't that big of a deal but-"

Ushijima shook his head, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingers, "If it matters to you, it's a big deal. You deserve to be comforted, to find solace in our relationship...If you'll give me a warning when you're upset, I'll do my best to hug your emotions away." You nodded and Ushijima seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Can I hug you now?" He asked quietly and you let out a little laugh because Ushijima rarely asked if he could hug you, normally you would just find yourself wrapped in a bear hug.

You nodded and Ushijima wasted no time, pulling you away from your seat and tugging you into a tight hug - it had been a long 3 days after all. He pulled away for a moment, cupping your face in his hands as he just looked at you, silently promising to himself that he would do everything in his power to never be without you again.

Maybe some couples just weren't meant to be together, maybe it had been for the best that his parents had split up. But you and him? You two were a couple destined to be together, it was fate, and there was no way he would be letting any of his dumb mistakes every mess that up again.

You silently thanked any and all of the gods that had led you to this man - arguments or not, you did love him and it was nice to be reminded that he loved you too. And Ushijima worked on it - continuing to remind you over and over again as the evening passed, even as the week ahead went by. So sure, you guys weren't a perfect couple - but sometimes, when Ushijima just held you, pressed that kiss to your lips, made your heart skip beats... sometimes it felt like you guys were as close to perfection as mere mortals could get.

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[astridthevalkyrie]

sorry to spam you but you are my go to person for these things and i'm being plagued w these thoughts so -

collegebf!levi but pre-dating days. he's pining, down absolutely horrendous, and you're so oblivious. you found him in his usual study spot while you were between classes, purposely seeked him out. he pretends it doesn't make his heart flutter. maybe you brought him lunch or something, you lightheartedly scold him for not taking care of himself. he offers what he hopes is a smart retort, but honestly all he can think about is how you seem to always see through his always-put-together, nonplussed act. you two sit and talk, and levi doesn't even give you shit for distracting him even tho he was in the middle of studying for midterms, and he's most definitely lost his place in his chapter, that's how gone he is for you. and all of a sudden you're checking the time and cursing bc you got so caught up w him that you're late for class and for some reason he finds himself apologizing. you must've heard something in his tone or know something that he doesn't bc you've stopped packing up your things and all your rustling (that would be annoying to him if it were anyone else) stops w it. you're looking at him w a genuine look he's only seen on you on rare occasions and your addictive voice is reassuring him there's no other way you'd rather spend your free time. the moment is inexplicably meaningful for the two of you. levi hasn't ever felt like the first choice before but now that he does he knows it's just pushed him further off the deep end. for a moment he considers trying to convince you to stay. but then you flash him a smile, tell him you'll check up on him later, and you're walking away. he pretends to once again be interested in his textbook that he definitely does not remember ever closing, really he's watching your form retreat in his periphery. you're nearly out of sight before you pause and he hears and levi? and he can only offer a hum in response and he's praying it sounds nonchalant. you were on page 587, you toss over your shoulder, and then you're gone. levi tries to pick up his pen again and continue w his notes, but can't even give it a full 30 seconds before he's burying his face in his hands, not able to fight back the lovesick smile from his face or butterflies in his stomach.

-xx

STOP I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THISSS! please make a full-fledged fic out of this your college bf levi lives in my head rent free.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

collegebf!levi headcanons (pining edition):

despite everything, he's pretty good at hiding it in front of others. if you don't know him personally, you probably won't catch on to how down bad he is. it's not like he's professing his undying love for you with his eyes, no, it's just that he cares for you in a way that's subtle but extremely sweet. it comes with asking how you're doing, reading over your essay if you're worried about it being crappy, answering your texts just slightly faster than everyone else's.

the first to offer his coat, pull out a seat, all that gentleman-ly shit. the thing is he was doing that even before he realized he had a thing for you and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why, but it definitely had something to do with how violently his stomach would flip-flop every time you smiled that bright smile at him with a cheery, "thanks, levi!"

he's truly embarrassed by how quickly these feelings develop. one second you're just the one girl at orientation that he could stand. the next you're in his messages often, asking how his classes were going and if he knew where so-and-so building was. then you spot him at the library and plop down right in front of him, and for some reason he doesn't snap at you to leave. he just doesn't have the heart to. instead he answers all your texts diligently, not excitable but very sincere. and when you make a routine of joining him while he's working—tuesdays, 2:30 pm—he lets it happen because hey, you're both studying, or doing homework, or—or something so really, you're helping each other. it's mutually beneficial.

levi doesn't consider the two of you friends until you text him about an event happening on campus (a fair with bouncy houses and other inflatable shits not to mention free food for the first fifty people) and ask if he'd like to come. as in, go with you. as in, together. not like a date, but like, surely you have someone else you'd rather go with. and he really doesn't feel up to feeling like an outcast in a group of new friends knowing that he can't do small talk or get along with them like a normal person. so he tells you he won't be able to come, citing homework and the like. but then fast forward to the night of the event, he's staring at his laptop and feeling something missing. but his post for the discussion board is perfect. so what could possibly be missing? it's not like he's lonely, farlan's annoying ass ukulele playing is enough proof of that. but maybe being an accessory to a friend group isn't the worst way to spend a night. fuck, he has no idea what he's doing, but he's putting on his shoes and stepping out his door and going to the event. which is where he sees you, by yourself, staring longingly at the bouncy house. he steps up next to you with a quiet greeting, and the way. your face. brightens up. makes his whole week. you're very pretty at night, and you probably know it. the night ends with the two of you going out to get a quick bite to eat since the free food is kinda disappointing, but by the end of it levi has a funny feeling in his stomach, and he has trouble falling asleep. he supposes you're friends now. fuck. kinda.

it's kinda nice. getting calls from you and talking about nothing in particular. you telling him to eat, that you'll even meet him at the cafe that's becoming a regular hang out spot for the two of you. it's like, yeah, he's had friends before, but none of his friends have ever made him feel like he brightens up their day just by being there. (to be fair, if farlan ever told him that, he'd definitely smack him.)

you just do these things so casually. you'll see him and say bye to whoever you're talking to so that you can catch up with him. and he just...doesn't get it? you want to talk to him? you want to chat and walk with him? it's annoying because your fingers are almost always close, brushing against his knuckles and then breaking contact all too soon and he has this bizarre urge to hold your hand while you talk because he's perfectly content just listening as long as he can hold your hand. especially when it starts getting colder, when you look like you're freezing and he knows he could warm you up. shitty, stupid winter.

the kicker THE KICKER is that. he's on break, right. and he's waking up on that day, and he already has a bit of a headache looking at his phone knowing that he's gonna have to send a short little "thanks" to everyone wishing him either a merry christmas (he's jewish??) or happy birthday (hange wrote him FIVE. PARAGRAPHS.) and it's not like he didn't expect your text. the two of you are friends, so of course you'd say something. but what you texted was "happy birthday, levi! i really miss you, i can't wait to see you next semester"

his heart. squeezes. because he's been thinking about you ever since the semester ended and to know that you might miss him too, even if it's just something you're saying, has him staring at the text for about an hour, unsure of how to respond. he wants to say thank you, but he also kinda wants to ask if you'd go on a birthday date with him. that would come on way too strong, though, right? he's only known you for a couple months. plus it's christmas, so you're obviously either celebrating or just enjoying the break if you don't celebrate. he's not going to bother you.

however, before he has any idea what the hell he's doing, he's pressing down on the telephone icon and he's—

he's calling you

"hello?" you sound surprised, but in a good way.

"hey." he swallows away the dryness in his mouth. "i just wanted to say, uh, thanks. for the text."

"the text? oh, this morning! yeah, you're welcome :D how's your break going, by the way? any birthday plans?"

and then you two end up talking for three hours. by the time levi hangs up, only one thought remains in his head.

god fucking dammit. he's whipped.

(and and and he just has no idea. how you both go to so-and-so's party in the spring semester and he gets just a little drunk and stares at you a little too long, and how it makes your cheeks heat up pleasantly. how you drive him back to campus and he falls asleep in the passenger seat and you keep getting honked at to go because every time you're at a red light you're gazing at him and smiling at how adorable he looks, head lolled to the side and breathing steadily, chest rising and falling and breath coming out in relaxed, languid puffs. he's so pretty. and you didn't drink bc you're the designated driver, but the buzz of the party still has you feeling good and encourages you to lean over and wake him with a kiss on the cheek once the two of you are parked. the blush that spreads on his cheeks? lovely. the way he stares at your lips too long? butterfly inducing. and the slightest smudge of lipstick that remains on his cheek that he doesn't bluntly wipe off in front of you? yeah, you're pretty whipped too.)

[sodapop182]

“Two different directions”

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

This is my first ever fic so please let me know how it was! I’d like this to be an AU where stranger things is more of a coming of age (non sci/fi) setting. Just teens & young adults going through life!

Warnings: mean reader/Steve, cursing, kissing, mentions of junk food. Let me know if I need to add any!

Okay also I sort of lost it at the end so I may rewrite this some other time. I just wanted to put this out there to at least have something!

I also didn’t do too much editing as I was too excited to get this out.

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“Robs I don’t know if this is a good idea. I mean we practically got into a screaming match last time we hung out” you mumbled mindlessly tossing through a pile of discounted VHS tapes.

“Of course it is dingus! Who cares if he’s going to be there too…y’know he isn’t so bad...” Robin trailed off as a customer started waving her down “erm let me convince you some more in a sec…” You smile with a knowing look that she’ll probably be caught helping them for a while. You decide to ditch the discount section and take a seat in the dimly lit break room at the back of the store. On days you weren’t working at the general store you were keeping busy by talking to Robin…and very much avoiding Steve. Your feelings for Steve were…complicated. Was there actually a dislike? Or more of a like? It seemed like your heart would flip flop every other second. Your first meeting was definitely not the best and when ever you felt yourself creeping back into having feelings for Steve you’d jog your memory of that day.

The front door to Family Video chimes as you let the cool air rescue you from the unbearable summer heat. It wraps around your body whisking away the sweat beads that have accumulated on your forehead.

“Hi I’m y/n, Robin has told me a lot about you!” You say warmly outstretching an arm waiting for it to be meant with a hand. It was only your second week in Hawkins when Robin had scooped you under her wing graciously suggesting a list of movies to fill your rainy summer days. Since then you have been attached at the hip, always rambling on about something most people would consider incoherent.

“Oh your the replacement she won’t shut up about.” The boy says in a tone that you just can’t decipher. Funny? Rude? You decide to go with the latter..

“The what-I’m not a replacement? What’s that supposed to mean..” before you could even finish your thought Robin rounds the corner of the counter.

“Oh y/n I’m so happy you stopped by Family Video has been dead lately and if I have to talk to Keith one more second I might implode.” Robin oblivious to what just transpired rambles on. “This is Steve, I’m sure he’s already introduced himself to you. He has a bit of a thing for talking to the ladies” she winks, eyebrows wiggling while knocking her elbow into your side.

A loud knock snaps you out of your thoughts, the sound bouncing off the cream colored walls. The thud turns into a loud banging as you make your way to the break room door.

“How many times have I told you the door locks once it’s shut and you have to prop it open” Steve spits out a little too hastily as he makes his way to the time clock.

“How many times have I told you I don’t care…especially if your the one knocking” you respond nonchalantly taking a seat again while flipping through the magazine lying on the table. Steve huffs in response. He’s already late and arguing now would only make him miss his whole entire shift.

Usually when Steve shows up for his shift that’s your cue to exit but today was different. Robin was dead set on convincing you to go to Hawkins annual Fall Festival. While half listening to her chatter (and half of it focusing on your calculus homework) you agreed to stay the whole shift so she had more time to persuade you into going. With a grumble you force yourself back out on to the floor so Robin could continue listing all the pros about the Fall Festival and water-down the only con..Steve going too.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for....well for everyone in attendance.” Robin rolls her eyes at the drama you always seems to put on. “No really remember when we all saw Pretty in Pink!! We argued the whole time if Andie should have ended up with Duckie or Blane.” Your nose scrunches at the thought of Steve giving his opinion on anything your even remotely interested in.

“Y/n no offense but she totally should’ve ended up with Duckie..I have to agree with Steve on that one.” Robin nudges her shoulder into yours as you pass her another tape to reshelf.

“Robin! Blane turned around for her! Plus he was wayyy cuter. I mean come on a guy with good hair AND he’s rich!” At the last comment Robin raises her eyebrows as a smirk creeps on to her lips. “No no no that is not what I mean. Not Harrington!”

“Robin you know you would get your work done faster if you ladies didn’t gossip like PTA moms attending a bake sale.” Steve chimes in rolling over another clattering cart of tapes to be sorted and shelved. He smiles knowing that he has added at least another hour of work to Robins never ending pile of movie returns. It wasn’t meant to be malicious for his best friend but rather her (in his words) annoying wart stuck to her side.

“You know she would get her work done if you pulled your head out of your ass to help once in a while and stopped flirting with every girl who walks in here..” you snap angrily at Steve who seems to revel in the irritation he’s caused.

Steve let’s out a small laugh that he knows will just get under your skin “I bet you’d want that so you could have me all to yourself.” He waits for you to audibly gag at his remark but to his surprise you turn on your heels and begin handing Robin tapes again. Too far? Too weird..? He shakes his head while picking up a container from the cart. “Look I’ll do all of these if you can just do the bin of romcoms. I know you guys want to get out of here some time tonight.”

Why? Why is he always so good at absolutely annoying the shit out of you while simultaneously being the nicest guy you’ve met in Hawkins so far.

“See like I said earlier he isn’t so bad!” Robin smiles like she knows something you don’t.

You rub your temples in frustration at her (or more so your) lack of understanding. ”Why are you all of a sudden begging me to hang out with you and Steve? Usually you have us avoid each other like the plague. Now you’ve been pestering me since the end of September to go to this stupid Fall thingy.” You can see she’s about to say something but stops herself as if someone or something grabbed her tongue. “Robs…you want to say something but won’t…..why?”

“Just go to the damn Fall Festival please! For me!” the plead in her voice is unfamiliar, you shift uncomfortable with the rising tension.

“Alright alright fine. Is it just the three of us going?”

“Welll…actually…” she trails off at the end unsure of how to even attempt to spit out the last bit.

“Go on” you say lips plastered in a thin line not even budging into a smile as she looks at you with pleading eyes.

“We’ll actually we are taking all of the kids. Dustin really wants you to go though, you know how much he loves you!” This last part comes out at the speed of light not even giving you time to process.

“I am only going for Dustin.” Is all you say as you tuck a tape into its cozy home on the shelf.

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Your conversation with Robin on Tuesday night was left with your comment about only going for Dustin. Nothing else was said in the next two weeks that followed except who was driving who and what time would everyone arrive. Dustin, Will, Mike and Lucas would drive with Steve while you drove Max, Robin and Eleven.

Avoiding Family Video was hard…really hard. You lied to Robin..sort of? You were busy with art club after school but the meetings didn’t run nearly as long as you told her. You just couldn’t stop thinking about what Steve said… “I bet you’d want that so you could have me all to yourself” Even his laugh replayed like a ghost haunting you.

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October 30th rolled around faster than you would have liked. You stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear..flannel? jean jacket? No leather! No no maybe a sweater?

“Ugh Robin this is useless I can’t even decide what I’m going to wear. I didn’t even want to go in the first place and now I have no clothes!!” Again you tend to have a flare for the dramatics. She giggles as she sorts through the three inch deep pile of mix match clothes laying on the floor. Black? Orange? No she reaches for a maroon sweater and jeans.

“Hmmm I think Ste-” she freezes as if she’s seen a ghost, color draining from her face. “-I like this. Just me..I like it!!” For her sake you choose to ignore her Freudian slip and begin dressing in her outfit choice. To top it off you add a leather jacket with some light makeup less than your normal look. You smile into the mirror noting how the color brings out the blush on your cheeks.

“Good choice Robs this sweater is cute and warm” she nods knowing she’s just saved you from a emotional fashion breakdown.

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The smell of funnel cake, caramel apples, and freshly popped popcorn snakes it way into your nose as you open the car door. In the distance lights twinkle at the various booths arranged in an open field with stacks of hay and pumpkins at the entrance gate. A large white banner reads “WELCOME TO HAWKINS 31st ANNUAL FALL FESTIVAL”

“Pretty sweater you look really nice” Steve says as he slides next to you with a small smile at the corners of his mouth.

Weird…he would usually make a smart ass comment as an opener. Why was today different?

“Uh thanks Harrington” you answer skeptically, picking up the pace so he isn’t shoulder to shoulder with you.

You hate to admit it but that felt…good? Nice? All of the above? Your feelings for Steve were creeping back into a place of like or more than like? God why was he so confusing. Or more so why was your heart so confusing.

“Hey wait up! I’m just trying to talk to you.” Steve jogs joining you ahead of the group. “Look I’m sorry about that night in family video about that comment I made about you having me to yourself... That was weird..you didn’t come in as much after that and I figured it was probably because of me”

Of course it was because of you stupid!!! You thought to yourself as you watched him kick a couple of rocks down the dirt path. But not because you didn’t like the comment, but because you wanted nothing more than for it to be true.

“No Steve I was just really busy with school. I’m president of art club now and it’s been stressful since I’m still new. Everyone’s really nice but it’s hard to find the time if I’m always running to Family Video.” This was partly true but you knew you’d always make time to steal a glimpse of Steve at work while you listened to Robin complain about shitty customers.

“Oh I see. I’m happy your enjoying school so far..anyone giving you trouble?” Concerned? Caring? Steve was both at the same time?! Your heart skipped a beat at this not-so-new-found warmth he has for you.

“Thanks Harrington but I can handle myself. Everyone has been great and I mostly keep an eye out for Dusty not myself.” You smile as you both look back at the boy making fake barfing faces at Mike and El who are holding hands. “Art club has been great though I really love showing my stuff to other people.” Was your brain trying to initiate something with Steve here?? because as if this were a movie script written by John Hughes he replies,

“You know I would love to be one of those people.” he rubs his hands together, puts them in his pockets, and then back out again. He’s nervous and you can tell…but why?

“Steve!! Y/n!!! Corn maze now!!” Is all you hear Dustin screech before your being swept into stalks of corn taller than if you were to sit on Robins shoulders. The kids scurry into every direction that it sets your head spinning.

“You little shit heads! Stick together!” Steve calls out to literally no one as they’ve already made their way deep into the maze. Your left with Steve at the entrance..you could walk the other way but something tells you to keep going.

“Soo.. I guess we’re doing this?” you ask Steve who was already making a left. You quickly follow behind in silence. It’s not an uncomfortable silence but one that you’re used to with Steve.  this silence doesn’t stick around as with each wrong turn taken a comment was coming out of your mouth faster than you could think. “Nice Harrington”, “I told you we should have made a right!”, “No we’ve been here already!!”

“Y/n seriously you keep yelling at me! We’ll never make it out of here alive!” To your surprise Steve seems hurt..he frowns hard while cursing under his breath as he slaps away cornstalks that are level with his face. 

“I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just..I don’t know I’m only mean to you because I feel like that’s the only way I can get you to notice me.”

Were his ears deceiving him did you just apologize, call him Steve, and admit to wanting his attention all in one sentence? 

“Thank you for apologizing y/n. But since when did you call me Steve?” You blink in surprise..did you actually call him that?

“I uh- well it’s a cute name so I figured why not say it” nice one y/n…

“Your cute when your nervous.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“Oh shut up dipshit!”

“There she is!” Steve brightens up a bit and laughs knocking into you with his shoulder. You continue walking in circles, every now and then making some progress to the exit sign you can see brightly shining some distance away.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve says in a hushed voice as if someone was listening.

“Yeah shoot..”

“Why do you think you have to be mean to have my attention? I only ever want to be nice to you, but you kind of make that hard.” This last comment stings a bit but it’s a harsh truth that you knew you’d have to face someday. You never cut Steve slack and it’s all because you want to build up a wall around your heart.

“I- well..” your struggling to get the words out. “Well I just didn’t think I’d get your attention or even hold it if I was just myself.”

Steve is taken back. He’s only known you since the summer surely he didn’t make that bad of an impression on you.

“Y/n what made you feel that way??”

“Oh Steve I don’t know! It’s just that Robin told me all about you, how kind you were, sweet, funny, and basically a mom to a pack of wild children.” He laughs a little at this and you feel yourself ease into what you want to say next.

“You know I hate to do this but it’s like idk that movie Pretty in Pink…”

“Your favorite movie” he inserts quickly to let you finish

“Yes my favorite movie. Blane is cool, rich and handsome. He falls for the weird, not popular, “other” girl…I don’t know Robin also told me about your past, your road to redemption, and I just didn’t want to be let down if anything were to happen between us. Your cool and I’m just me.” You have never felt more silly in your whole goddamned life. Did you just compare the two of you to fictional movies characters? Seriously? It was the best you could do in the moment but looking at Steve’s dumbfound face you began to regret it even more. 

“I think it’s cute you think of us as those characters, especially because I love that movie too.” He smiles a sign that maybe this will be okay.. “and…you don’t have to worry about my past or not being yourself around me.. you know the times we do get along is when you are yourself.. and did Robin fail to mention my fall from Grace. I’m not exactly as cool as I was” Steve laughs at himself and you feel your insides do a little summer salt.

“Your cool to me Steve. Thanks for saying those things y’know it means a lot.” You hear rustling in the stalks, both of you snap your head in the direction of the noises. Without thinking your hand shoots into Steve’s as you hoist yourself closer to him. The sun has already set and the only lights to guide you are the dim baseball field lights in the distance.

“Don’t worry y/n probably just the kids on the other side of this wall.”

You continue for what feels like hours but in reality is only about 30 minutes of walking towards the exit or what you thought was the exit. Turns out there are more dead ends in this maze than you originally thought. You weren’t complaining though since Steve hadn’t let go of your hand since you got spooked. The longer you walked the more you talked about anything and everything. This time your nose didn’t scrunch up in disgust as Steve gave his opinions on the topic at hand.

“What do you say we go to a diner after this? No kids just us two?” Steve asks a hint of nervousness in his tone. He hides it by squeezing your hand to distract you from noticing. 

“Is it a date?” Did you just say that outloud?! “I didn’t mean to say that out loud uh. I mean we can go just like normal like ya know..friends being friends.” You manage to stutter out with a weak smile.

“Actually I’d love for it to be a date.” Steve gives your hand another squeeze and pulls you a bit closer to him. “Let me ask again though because I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

Long time? Since when? Your mind was racing with so many thoughts you thought you felt your heart beat making its way into your skull.

“Y/n would you like to go on a date to the diner with me?” Steve’s big brown eyes stare down at you with that softness you swore you felt earlier that night and maybe a few times before. He smiles and brings your hand to his lips, carefully placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Oh he knows exactly what he is doing and it drives you mad.

“Yes Steve I’d love that.” You actually mean it too, you would love to spend more time with him and this time being yourself.

“Perfect. Now we just have to find a way out of this damn maze!” You both laugh and pick up the pace only to be tossed and turned into the same spot you started at.

“Okay I’m about to start chopping this shit down” Steve says visibly frustrated as he starts swatting down stalks.

“No no don’t! We will find a way don’t worry it can’t be that hard.”

You carry onward feeling excitement rise as the exit sign starts to become closer.

“Y/n I know I should wait till after the date but..” Steve stops unsure of what came over him to ask you such a thing. Especially in the middle of a corn maze.

“But.. what Steve?” Your lost. Was he going to change his mind? Dump you before you could even get a chance to date? He stares at your lips, quickly moving his eyes back up to yours. Ah..you get it. This time you squeeze his hand. Your lips crash into Steve’s and you can feel yourself start to melt. He taste like cherry and vanilla with a hint of caramel. His hair is so soft it feels like silk in between your fingers as you tuck away some strands behind his ears. Steve wraps his arms around you bringing you closer until your bodies push together creating a beautiful warmth between the two of you. The kiss sucks your breath away while also breathing in a new sense of life. When you pull away but you don’t go far though, his arms still embracing you in a big hug.

“So much for waiting after the first date” you laugh as you look up to Steve’s grinning face.

“How about we consider this our first and the diner our second?”

You place a peck onto his rosey lips “sounds good to me.”

“Even though you were a pain in my ass I really liked you from the moment we met. I know it wasn’t the best meeting but I guess I was just worried about being replaced” Steve admits still holding you close.

“I understand Steve I felt the same way. My heart was always pulling in two different directions and I’m really glad I followed this one”

As the sappiness continued you began to hear more rustling in the stalks. This time it was followed by Max yelling at Dustin for trying to eat the corn.

“Dustin put that down! It’s not even cooked and what if there’s bugs in it!”

You both laugh and walk towards the voices. A left , a right, no another left and you’ve finally caught up with most of the kids. Mike and El have seemed to be lost or made it out ahead of everyone else.

“So like did you finally do it or wuss out?” Dustin asks Steve a little too loud.

“Dude? Seriously!” Steve smacked the top of his baseball cap down over his eyes.

“What! We saw you guys sucking faces and figured you at least asked her out. Also thanks I owe Max $10 now.” Dustin kicks at a piece of corn lying on the ground and huffs at being on the losing end of a bet.

“You bet on us??” You ask him slightly amused, slightly annoyed.

“Oh come on I may be younger but I could tell you guys liked each other from the start. Your both my best friends so of course I knew. Robin too.”

Ah so that’s why she was being so weird lately. You smile at the thought of your best friends knowing you so well.

“Look! The exit!” Dustin yells pushing past you and Steve as he screamed something about sweet sweet freedom.

You and Steve walk hand in hand out of the maze and head straight for Robin who was sitting alone on a picnic table making goggly eyes at Vickie. The smile she has is so bright it outshines all the lights twinkling around the fair. As you approach her all you can hear is a “I told you so! I knew it! I knew it would happen!!”

And she was right. It did happen and you couldn’t be any more happier that it did.

“Here Robs” you say as you hand her your car keys. “Load all the kiddos into my car for me, Steve and I have a second date to get to.” You smile knowing damn well she doesn’t have a license and she could possibly cost you a new front bumper but the total bliss your feeling right now is blocking all of that out.

“You sure?” She questions even though she already knows the answer.

You nod as Steve wraps his arm around you again leading you towards the entrance you came in.

“Thanks Robin for introducing me to y/n. And thanks for talking me up to ask her out!” He says over his shoulder. You both smile knowing that this is the start to something very beautiful.

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

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makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[salemwritesxx]

𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽.

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌  𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

     ⇴ male reader      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: pro hero crazy buff baku meeting y/n's cutesy femboy ex boyfriend? And he gets jealous / insecure bc they are so different

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: jealous bakugou, fluff, implied nsfw but nothing explicit, hickeys

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Hand in hand, you were strolling through Akihabara with Bakugou. The other hand holding two bags of merchandise you had bought – a successful hunt indeed. Katsuki, however, only had one small bag with a new video game he bought for you both to enjoy, so all in all the free day you two had was very relaxing and stress-free for once.

Until it all went down the drain…

“Babe, do you wanna get something to eat before we go back?”, you asked while already looking around. You knew an incredible restaurant that wasn’t too far away from your current location.

“No, [Your.name]! Did you forget already? We need to cook something with the chicken in our fridge before it gets bad.”, Bakugou playfully rolled his eyes while nudging you. To think he was ever having such a …domestic talk with someone. A year ago he would have laughed hysterically at the thought of living together with someone and managing a small household.

“Oh… right.”, you chuckled before you leaned in to smooch him, “Ain’t I lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who remembers these things.”

“Yeah, right. Keep sweet talking and I might even-“

“YOOOO [YOUR.NAME]!”, someone yelled, interrupting your intimate moment, hence Katsuki shooting him a death glare, however…

“Oh! Akitoshi, hey.”, you greeted the significantly smaller male as well.

“It’s been a hot minute. How you doin’?”, he grinned, then looked at Katsuki, “I see, already slipping into the next pair of panties, huh?”

This little bastard- Though Bakugou’s string of thought was cut when you just awkwardly laughed and hugged his muscular body closer to your side.

“Akitoshi, this is Bakugou Katsuki, my boyfriend, so be nice, okay?”, then you turned to Katsuki who was scowling, “Babe, this is my ex, Ninomiya Akitoshi. We mutually agreed to separate so there weren’t any harsh feelings, he’s a good guy.”

“Nice to meet you, bro!”, Aki tried to break the ice by going in for a fist bump, but Bakugou was not having it as he just kept staring at him.

“Hey…”

While you were talking to your ex for a few moments, Katsuki couldn’t help but start eyeing him up and down. He was small, skinny, feminine looking and kind of dainty. Everything he wasn’t. To be quite honest, Bakugou was the complete opposite. He was as tall as you, very buff and well-trained and suits wanted to cry when he would try them on because of his sheer build he acquired due to being a pro-hero for many years now. And seeing how your type was, very obviously, something very different before you met him… Bakugou was suddenly a little insecure and he hated feeling that way.

“Okay, well, Aki, it was nice meeting you, but we need to go now and catch a train.”

“Same, dude, same. Glad you’ve found someone you like, you look happy, man.”, he said with a small smile as he looked at you and Katsuki, who was still just grunting and holding extra tight onto you.

And with that, you and your boyfriend finally walked back to the train station.

.

Once you were at home though, you watched as he flopped onto the couch, hence you asked, “Okay, what is going on? Ever since meeting Aki you’ve been quiet.”

“What? No! He’s…”, he paused, then tried to fake a smile, “really… lovely. A nice guy.”

“Babe… I love you but holy fuck you can’t lie.”, then you sat down beside him.

“Hey, talk to me. Did he do something? I know the slipping into panties thing was weird, but-“

“That’s not it, [Your.name].”, Katsuki sighed and crossed his arms.

“Then what is it?”

A long pause followed where you just looked at him and Bakugou stared at the desk in front of him with your and his bags on. Only for him to finally open his mouth after a few moments of silence.

“I look nothing like him.”

“… And that is a problem… why?”, you were visibly confused.

“I mean, fuck he is… he’s a fucking femboy. I just- I am NOTHING like him. Your type is a skinny little dainty femboy and I am literally the complete opposite, so like- Why the fuck do you even like me?”, Katsuki finally blurted out, gesturing with his arms wildly before he flopped back onto the couch.

You, on the other hand, just stared at him for a moment in disbelief.

“That… That is what it’s about? Really?”

“Yeah… You probably could swing him around like a toothpick while I am… well I am heavy.”

“Babe, please. I love you, just the way you are. Just because Aki was one type of guy, doesn’t mean I can’t find another type of guy attractive as well, you know?”, reaching out, you took his hand in yours.

Drawing circles on the back of it, you then slowly progressed to touching his face and softly turning his head so he would look at you eventually.

“Hey…. I love you. I love that you could snap me in half at any possible second.”, thankfully, Katsuki snorted and mumbled an “Idiot.” yet he didn’t break eye contact as his hand slowly wandered down to play with your t-shirt.

“I love you too, [Your.name]… Thank you. I don’t know what happened to me, I guess seeing your ex just fucked with my brain for a second there.”, he then said before leaning in for a kiss that you happily returned.

“Hmh, it’s okay… I know you’re very different from everyone else I’ve dated before, physique and personality vise, but… I am also the most happiest when I’m with you.”, you gently played with his hand while smooching him over and over again.

“So I am better than anyone else, hm?”, Bakugou grinned instantly while being pushed back into the couch willingly, his big, heavy body pressed against your own.

“Hmm absolutely.”, you purred back.

Your hands were already busy slipping underneath his t-shirt as your lips pressed hot kisses onto his sensitive neck, earning his little groan that made your heart jump. Even though Bakugou probably wouldn’t believe you if you said it out loud, but… he certainly was very cute, even if he wasn’t dainty or small.

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A very delicious smell softly shook him awake, ruby eyes fluttering open as he looked around for a moment. Sitting back up, Katsuki inevitably had to smile a little when he saw the blanket you put over his naked body, realizing once more how stupid it was to get jealous.

“Babe?”, naked as he was, he walked into the kitchen where the scent was coming from.

“Hey, Kat.”, you turned around a bit, though was it already too late when arms snuck around your hips and you felt a weight on your shoulder.

“Hey… The chicken?”

“The chicken.”, you chuckled and softly nudged his head with your own.

“If you hurry, you can still take a shower before we can eat.”

“Hm… sounds good.”, Katsuki whispered.

However, before he could walk away completely, he turned around once more, catching you off guard a little when he was back to hugging you from behind.

“Also… thanks.”, he only mumbled with red cheeks, before he nudged your head to the side to connect your lips.

“Hmmm…”, you purred while returning his kisses happily.

“Always. Now go.”, with a giggle, you playfully smacked his naked butt when he finally turned around and walked away.

And as Bakugou stood in front of the big bathroom mirror, he couldn’t help but blush even more intensely. His muscular body was visibly covered in hickeys, making him facepalm and sigh. Though… he also couldn’t suppress hat little grin that formed on his lips.

Really… getting jealous was so stupid.

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⇻ salem.talks: once more thanks for the request! I really really like buff baku, knowing he could very well snap me in half while still whimpering like a lost puppy and letting himself go during sexy time makes it all the better!