#plus big puppy head resting on my chest afterwards

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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could you make a picture of Levi or Eren, where he is sick and y/n takes care of him? love your imagines ❤️

“Sick Days,” Eren & Levi Headcanon

The only gif of Levi and Eren I could find. Its fitting ;)

Summary: Levi and Eren’s s/o taking care of them when they’re sick

Warnings: none none

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Levi:

It had shocked you to see when Levi had gotten sick, he’s usually the healthiest between the both of you plus he made sure everything was always clean and spotless. He would always go overboard to make sure anything wasn’t even slightly dirty, he was beyond picky.

Definitely a germ freak. Hated anything dirty or germ related.

But the day he suddenly caught a bad case of the cold, you were quick to force him to stay in bed and take a few days off until he was better.

It led to him bickering with you, him refusing to stay in bed and do nothing. He hated to lay around when there was work to be done but you argued with him until he finally gave in.

You had walked into the bedroom, holding a tray with a variety of things laid up on top of it. You seen him cuddled underneath the blankets like baby, his tired eyes moving to look at you when you walked into the room.

“You feeling okay?” You quietly asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over to caress his cheek.

“Eh.. but get any closer and you’ll end up getting sick too.”

“I don’t care about that, I care about you getting better.” You rolled your eyes, moving the blankets and gesturing him to sit up.

“I got you soup and tea, just how you like it.” You moved the pillows up against the headboard for him to lean back on comfortably, his eyes looking at you and he gave you a small smile.

When you had handed over the steaming hot bowl of soup, you had sat beside him and ate a simple sandwich, glancing over at him from time to time. You could tell how frustrated he was with being sick, his nose too stuffy to even breathe and the lingering sore throat that made him want to cough every few seconds.

Now you can see why he’s such a germ freak, he turns into a angry child when he’s sick. You laughed under your breath at the thought, leaning forward to grab his cup of tea and hand it over to him.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice was low yet very groggy, you could barely tell it was his own voice.

“Nothing nothing, you just act like a big baby when you’re sick.” He grunted at your response, giving you a cold stare and another laughed slipped out.

“Whatever, maybe you should get sick then.” He said with amusement, your head automatically shaking as he stared at you.

“No thank you, Captain. This one is all you.” You had put all the dishes back on the tray, grabbing the medicine you had brought and handed it over to him.

He let out a baby like whine, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the medicine, already wanting to gag without even tasting it yet. You scoffed at him, opening up the bottle and poured the liquid into the small cup and held it out for him.

“I don’t want to take that.” He groaned, crossing his arms over his chest and you raised your eyebrows at the little fit he was throwing.

“Levi, you’re not five. Take the damn medicine.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and forced him to grab onto the small cup.

“But this medicine is so disgusting.”

“I don’t care, take it before I force it down your throat.” His eyes went wide at your response, mumbling curse words under his breath as he stared at the liquid.

He scrunched up his face, not wanting to even have a tiny taste of it on his tongue but the look on your face was a bit more scarier than having to take this medicine so he quickly chugged it down, almost gagging at the taste and reached over for a cup of water to take afterwards.

You held back a laugh at how dramatic he was, setting everything to the side and lifted up the blankets for him to lay back down. You tucked the blankets around him, brushing the small strands of his hair off his forehead.

“I hate you for that.” He said dramatically, making you gently pinch his cheek on purpose and smiled.

“Quit being a baby, taking the medicine will make you better faster.”

“So? It’s nasty, I rather stay sick than take that.”

“Okay, big baby.” You responded, standing up straight and you felt his hand wrap around your wrist gently.

“Stay in bed with me, please.” He said, making your heart swell up and you simply nodded.

You had climbed into bed beside him, hearing him cough made you cringe but when he moved himself over to cuddle into you like the baby he is, his head on your chest and his arms secured around your waist, it had made your heart flutter.

You didn’t really mind him being this close, you didn’t really care if you would get sick, as long as you made him feel better- that’s all that mattered to you. Your fingertips had traced shapes on his back before moving up to massage his scalp, instantly making him fall asleep on top of you.

Soft snores had left his parted lips, his arms still tightly around you and you glanced down at his sleeping state. You continued to brush your fingers through his hair, trying to lay completely still because you were afraid of waking him, he needed the sleep.

Even though he was sick, you thought it was cute of him to be extra clingy and dramatic, it was definitely an experience to deal with him and try to take care of him without him throwing any fits.

You planted a kiss at the top of his head, making sure the blankets were pulled up enough to cover him up and your eyes had stayed on him, making sure he was sleeping peacefully.

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Eren:

(Adult Eren hereee)

Eren was an idiot at times, at one point he was fully convinced that being a titan meant he was almsot untouchable and he could heal from pretty much anything.

That is until he got sick.

He stayed out training one day while it poured down with rain, making him completely soaked and cold but he continued until he felt like he was done with training.

The next day, he woke up almost coughing up a lung which woke you up. You rolled over in the bed, shooting him a tired yet dirty look at how badly he was coughing and blowing into a tissue.

His bright eyes had moved over to look at you, his nose red and the guilt written across his face when he noticed he woke you up.

“I told you that you were going to get sick from being out there last night.” You scoffed under your breath, ripping the blankets off of your body and stood up.

“I don’t need a lecture, Y/N.” He mumbled, wiping his nose and you looked over at him.

“You’re a pain sometimes. If you listened to me, you wouldn’t be in so many shit situations, babe.” You teased him, moving down to ruffle up his already messy hair.

He groaned, trying to slap your hand away from his head and you grabbed a hold of his chin to look up at you. You could tell how tired he was, his lips parted open as he stared up at you, a small smirk coming across his lips.

“Are you going to take care of me, hm?” He asked, making you roll your eyes playfully and let go of his chin.

“Why should I? You never listen to me anyways.” You teased, making him place a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“Oh c’mon, you know how great you’ll look in a Nurse outfit taking care of me.” He fake pouted, giving you a puppy eyed look and you stared at him.

“Definitely not wearing a Nurse outfit for you.”

“Why not?” He whined, his large hands reaching up to grab onto your hands and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Just shut up, you should be worried about getting better and resting.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed loudly at your response.

You smiled down at him, moving your hands away and stood up straight. You had fixed his shirt that you were wearing and turned around to go towards the kitchen in the small house you owned not too far from the scouts main base.

Eren had stayed in bed, pouting and having his arms crossed over his chest while you made some tea and a small breakfast. While everything was cooking, Eren had walked out of the bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket as he huddled towards the couch.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Because I missed you.” He said sweetly, making you shoot him a amused look as he cuddled up on the couch, his eyes looking over at you in the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but grow soft at how cute he looked on the couch with the blankets wrapped around him, it was even wrapped around his head.

After everything was done, you set it all on the coffee table in front of him and sat beside him as he blew into another tissue, making you cringe at the noise.

“Take medicine first, please.” You handed over the medicine and he surprisingly took it with no issue, you were convinced he would throw a fit over it.

But when he took it, obviously this being his first time trying it, his face completely scrunched up and he looked as if he was going to spit it out but realized he couldn’t. He forced himself to swallow, almsot gasping for air and coughing.

“So dramatic.” You mumble, shaking your head as he reached over for the cup of hot tea and took some sips.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He coughed again, taking a few more sips and gave you a dirty look like you were at fault for the medicine being nasty.

“Please, quit being a child and eat.”

He had grumbled a few words under his breath, making you look over at him before eating the small breakfast. Eren had opened up the blankets, wrapping it around the both of you as he stayed close beside you.

He didn’t hesitate to eat, you could tell he was starving at the way he was eating so quickly. You had to remind him to slow down and take his time but he never listens— that’s why he was sick.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek and you glanced over at him.

“Be careful, I don’t wanna get sick.” He looked at you like he was offended again, his eyebrows raising in amusement.

He suddenly had tackled you down on the couch, his arms wrapping around your body and peppered sloppy kisses all over your face, making you place your hands on his bare chest to try to pull him off.

“Eren, stop it!”

He stopped to look down at you, his eyes lighting up and a small smile on his face but as the pounding headache started to hurt his head more than it did before, he couldn’t help but cuddle into you like a giant baby, keeping the blankets around the both of you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

“Why are you saying sorry now?” You asked him, glancing down as his head laid on your chest and your fingers brushed through his soft hair.

“Because I feel like shit.”

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more single dad!kuroo | sumi and her stuffed animals + special bath + talks about her lost tooth + school troubles + dinner 

“what’s tim doing here?” 

the green sea turtle plush lays on his back, having stared at the ceiling for the past hour. 5-year-old sumi comes running through her dad’s room’s door with her hair flopping against her back with every step. 

“tim’s gonna stay with you today,” she informs kuroo and makes grabby hands at the turtle. naturally, kuroo plucks the plush off the mattress and places him in her hands. 

“oh? why with me?” an amused smile creeps onto his face. it’s always her and her stuffed animals. but oh, he can’t deny he doesn’t hearing all of the drama between her stuffed animals. apparently, the imagination of a 5-year-old is endless. 

sumi takes a good long look at tim and his green flippers. she scrunched up her face and makes a pouty face. “tim’s tired of the other mean animals and wants to gonna stay with you today,” she tells him, as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “you’re not gonna be mean to him?” 

“course not,” kuroo huffs. he sits down on the carpet floor and sumi follows. “tim and i are great friends, right tim?” 

not to his surprise, tim doesn’t reply. sumi nods and places the turtle on her dad’s lap. “okay. tim’s staying with you today.” 

“mmm...” kuroo arches an eyebrow at her as she suddenly pulls out her dolphin plushie ...from under the bed? “daphne’s gonna stay with me too? wow, am i popular,” he teases. 

daphne, the blue dolphin, joins tim on kuroo’s lap. “she’s gonna stay with you too because the other animals are being mean.” 

“i see,” kuroo slowly nods and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “who’s being mean to them? and why?” 

“the dinos! because they’re-” she points at the plushie on her dad’s lap. “-ocean animals so the others don’t like them.” 

“c’mere,” kuroo waves at her to come closer and she does. she plops herself right on her dad’s lap. her mischievous smile proves that she’s aware of squishing tim and daphne. “we’re gonna haveta wash your hair today,” he tells her while combing her hair with his fingers. 

“ooh, special bubbles?” 

he laughs. “no, not with special bubbles. gotta save water, baby....for sea turtles and dolphins like tim and daphne.” 

after bunching her hair into a small ponytail, kuroo sits back and lets her do a 360. “all done~” 

before she bounces out of his room, he calls out, “sumi, wait-” 

sumi turns around and looks at her dad questioningly. 

“you can’t-” kuroo gets up and brushes his pants, picking up tim and daphne from the floor right after. “-just let the dinos be mean to tim and daphne.” 

“i’m not,” she says. “i’m gonna teach them a good lesson right now.” 

before kuroo can say something, her eyes darken like the way they always do when she’s about to tell her dad something interesting. 

“do you know what they said to daphne once?” 

kuroo places the plushies on his bed and walks over to her. “what did they say?” 

sumi looks down at the floor and follows her dad out the door and to the kitchen. “they made fun of her because her smile” 

kuroo nods along, opens the top fridge door, and bends down to ruffle his daughter’s hair. “what happened afterwards?” 

sumi’s shoulders slump and her chest grows heavy. “she cried and they laughed. it-” she picks at her lips. “ because she lost her tooth and now her smile look funny” 

a small thud distracts her from her train of thought. kuroo says a small “oops” and picks up the jar lid that fell on the floor. he places the lid back on the counter and croutches down at sumi’s eye level. 

his eyebrows draw together; his eyes scans over her face for any signs he may recognize. “now, now” he rubs his palms against her shoulders soothingly. “they have no business making fun of daphne for something as natural as losing a tooth.” 

he knows his words aren’t much help, but he truly doesn’t know what else can make her feel better. kuroo’s glad she can’t tell how much her crying hurts him too. 

“besides, her smile does not look funny. i think she looks beautiful, and my opinion matters, doesn’t it? since has daddy been wrong?” he gives her a small smile in hopes that it’s a contagious one. 

she stifles a laugh and roughly wipes her eyes on her sleeve. “you got milk chocolate and dark chocolate mixed up!” 

he smiles and rolls his eyes. “well excuse me. they look like the same-” 

“nuh uh!...” she giggles. “at least you didn’t get white chocolate mixed up!” 

“it’ll be troubling if i did,” he laughs. his face softens at her. after a few more shoulders rubs, he asks, “is daphne feeling better about her smile now...?” 

she sniffles, inhales, and breaks into a sob. kuroo’s eyes widen as she presses her head against his chest. and suddenly, his grey shirt is her next tissue. 

“but no one else lost tooth” she chokes. it doesn’t take long for her teary eyes to release teardrop after teardrop. she hates this, hates being weak, hates how she looks with big, red, and puffy eyes. but at least she’s crying in front of her dad and not those boys at school...daddy wouldn’t laugh at her, ever. “it’s only me with big hole in smile” 

she pulls back and shows him the gap between her front tooth as if her dad doesn’t already know. “sumi-” 

“it looks dumb.” she frowns and tightens her hug around kuroo’s neck. “so so so dumb” 

kuroo continues rubbing and patting her back like the way he used to when she was younger, and couldn’t sleep at set times. “you know,” kuroo gently begins. “those mean people will lose their teeth later and they’ll have gaps in between their teeth too. plus, the tooth fairy wouldn’t give them money because she never awards mean people.” 

sumi sniffles and presses her eyes against her dad’s shirt to soak up leftover tears. 

“so not only did they lose a tooth, but they also don’t get money and have no right to be making fun of you.” kuroo slowly pulls back and examines his daughter’s tear-stained, red, scrunched up face. “after a quick face wash, you’ll be as good as new” 

sumi doesn’t reply and climbs on her dad’s back for a piggy back ride to the bathroom. 

he lifts her up and tightens his hold on her small thighs. as he starts walking, he sees her feet dangling by his side and wonders, where did her other sock go? he sighs and shakes his head with a tired smile, not another missing sock...

“sumi, i’m sure i’ve already told you this, but another tooth will grow back. an even stronger, better tooth!” 

the bathroom lights flick open and kuroo steps onto the tiled floors, setting his daughter on the counter and holding onto her thighs to prevent her falling off. 

he catches his reflection in the mirror and stifles a laugh. the neck area of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot. 

“daddy?” 

he looks up at her and her bunched up fists. “hm?” 

“can i take a special bubbles bath?” she points at the bathtub and puts on her best set of puppy eyes. naturally, kuroo’s weak heart makes him nod ‘yes’ before he can process what she asked. 

“really? yay~” she inches closer to the edge of the counter and- 

“woah woah woah,” he sets her down and lets her climb into the tub. sumi sets her clothes aside and sits patiently in the tub, waiting for her dad to turn the water on. 

“the water’s cold at first, remember?” he teasingly pinches her cheek, thankful that she mind is no longer on her fallen tooth. maybe he should have a talk with her kindergarten teacher-

“dad?” 

he looks up and wonders where the -dy went. 

“the water’s warm enough now!” she gives the water a few kicks and cups and handful before throwing it up and laughing. sumi treads across the water and grabs the colorful bath bomb she picked out at the store a while ago. 

kuroo turns the water off and she eagerly throws the bath bomb in. “...why’s it not melting? :((” 

with a quick look at the floating ball, kuroo chuckles and picks it right out the water. “there’s plastic wrapping around it, baby.” 

sumi’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ and watches her dad peal the wrapping away. “throw it in!” she tells him. 

he does just as she says and the two watches small bubbles form around the blue-turning water. 

“it’s blue...it’s red...it’s purple!” she cheers and throws her arms above her head. kuroo smiles in acknowledgment at the fact that she knows her colors well. 

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“daddy?” 

there goes the -dy. thank goodness it’s back. “yes, baby?” 

she pokes at his arm that’s drying her off with a towel. “can i get more plushie?” 

“no more dinos though...” 

“course not! i want-” she taps her lips in thought and squeals when her dad’s cold hands comes in contact with her warm skin. “-i want more sea plushie” 

“how about a shark? sharks constantly lose and grow more teeth” 

“but sharks are mean” 

kuroo slips her shirt over her head. “not all of them,” he says. “a lot of sharks can be nice and we could name him or her-”

“what about ‘smark’?” sumi suggests. 

kuroo snorts. “’smark’? not sure if that’s a name or even a word, sumi...but if you’d like, then sure.” 

“daddy?” 

“yes?” he gives her hair some final ruffles and grabs a nearby comb. 

“you used to call me punkin” 

“...mm, and what about it, punkin?” 

“the kids look at me funny and laughed when you called me punkin” 

“did they?” kuroo sighs. “god, why are the kids in your kindergarten class so mean” 

“i don’t know,” she quietly replies. “they’re just like the dinos!” 

he frowns. “screw the dinos” 

sumi holds her belly as she laughs. “screw the mean boys and girls too” 

after a few final hair brushes, kuroo pats her head and grins. “my beautiful girl~” 

“pumpkin,” she corrects him.  

kuroo pulls back in surprise and slowly sets her back on the floor. “’my beautiful pumpkin’ sounds like i’m talking to the orange vegetable,” he chuckles. “i thought you didn’t like it when i-” 

“i do like it. and pumpkins.” she bounces out of the bathroom and jumps onto couch, like the way she always does after baths. “daddy would you be sad if tim and daphne not sleep with you today?” 

“i would be more than heartbroken,” kuroo jokes from the bathroom. he flicks the light switch off and pads over to the couch she’s sitting on. her mischievous smile grows with every step closer. 

“then i guess you have to be heartbrochon” 

kuroo dramatically gasps as he sits down next to her. “and you’re completely fine with me being heartbroken? just when i thought you loved me-” 

“i do! but i love tim and daphne more so they need to sleep with me today.” 

kuroo tries to hide his face of betrayal at the fact that he’s not first place in her heart, not second, but third–after two stuffed animals. 

“so....” she crawls closer to him to display her irresistible puppy eyes again. “can i have a shark plushie?” 

“just so your shark plushie can take my place in your heart?” kuroo teases and leans forward to grab the tv remote. “i’d be fourth place-” 

“no you won’t! my list goes-” she looks deep in thought as she counts her fingers. “teddy, daphne, buddy, tim, fried rice, you”

kuroo’s mouth gapes open as he slumps against the couch. “i come after fried rice?” he laughs. “even though i’m the one who makes it for you?”

she laughs with him. her laugh matches his well–both loud, genuine, and more like a cackle. “fine, you come before fried rice.” 

but not before your four other stuffed animals? he shakes his head in amusement. “i guess you’ll have to go to teddy, buddy, tim, and daphne to cook you dinner and tuck you in bed today~” 

he shrugs his shoulders in defeat and walks over to the kitchen. “it’s all too bad that i’ll have to enjoy my grilled mackerel all alone~” 

“daddy! you know how much buddy likes fish!” she grabs her polar bear off of the couch and marches after her dad. 

“he has great taste,” kuroo replies back. sumi glares at her dad and clings onto his leg as he washes the rice. 

“i’ll put you in first place if you buy me ‘smark’“ she playfully says. 

“ah...bribing won’t work on me, baby”

sumi huffs, releases her hold, clasps his sweatpants instead. “but you already number one on my list” 

“mm,” he hums back, unconvinced. conversations like these and teasing her are his favorite. he finds great joy in getting her riled up in little topics that might not matter to others, but means the world to him. 

“uh huh! you are!” she follows him to the fridge and widens her eyes at the sight of a popsicle. “can i have that?” 

“save it for dessert,” he replies back. 

“mm” she groans and walks over to pick up her polar bear that she accidentally dropped on the carpet. clink and clanks of pots and pans ring through the air as kuroo searches for the right pan.

“daddy? can i bring smark to school?”

“as long as if you don’t lose him,” he replies.

sumi’s face stretches into a wide grin. “does that mean you’ll get him for me? :)” 

kuroo lets out a long sigh. “yea, i probably will”

sumi bounces over to her dad again and beams. “you’re the best”

“yeah yeah” he laughs. “i was in like sixth place a few minutes ago”

“you always at number one,” she tells him as she goes on her tip toes to try to place her polar bear on the kitchen counter. she fails and buddy falls on her head.

“have i?”

sumi picks buddy up again and runs to her room. kuroo turns around at the lack of her voice and she suddenly runs back with her dinos.

“trash!”

kuroo’s eyes widen. “oh no no no, don’t throw your toys away”

“but they’re bad toys :(“

kuroo thinks about this for a second. “you gotta teach them to not be mean, give them a second chance, maybe they’ll become nice dinos”

sizzling sounds come from the pan and sumi smiles at the smell of fish. but quickly frowns again at her dinos.

“i guess,” she mumbles and runs back to her room. it doesn’t take long for her to run back out with teddy and buddy in her arms, her teddy bear and loose bear.

“i said you always been number one,” she tells her dad while scratching the side of her hair. “ask why”

“so you put me after fried rice to make fun of me?” kuroo teases.

“no? that was my list of ‘stuff i love’ not ‘people i love’ “

kuroo ponders this for a moment and reaches up for the little bottles of spice.

“so i’m on your ‘stuff i love’ and ‘people i love’ list? i’m a stuff and a person?” he chuckles.

“you’re number one on my ‘people i love’ list,” she says. sumi crinkles her nose at the smell of string spices. “and the only one”

“... i’m the only one? what about your friends? teacher? tim? buddy?”

“buddy’s a bear!” she exclaims like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “not person. and teddy’s my best friend, but he’s a bear too”

“mm... so no human friends?”

“nope, maybe you”

“maybe?” he laughs. “are we not friends?”

“you’re daddy! not friend”

“i can be friend and daddy at the same time!”

“but you can’t be daddy and fried rice at the same time”

kuroo stifles a laugh at her unexpected response. “that’s correct. do you ... does no one ....” kuroo bites his lip. how should he approach this topic?

“who do you sit next to during school?”

“amara and thomas” 

her response is quick, so she must know them well, right? sumi picks at the fluff of her polar bear and goes to sit on the carpet right outside the kitchen tiles.

“do they not talk to you?”

“sometimes,” she replies. she’s much more interested in why she suddenly sees a blue mark on her polar bear then the discussion with her dad right now. “buddy’s turning blue :(“

“...?”

“look!”

but kuroo doesn’t have the time to look away from the pan so he nods. “mm, we’ll give him a wash”

“okay”

“who else do you talk to during school?”

“mrs. chen” she frowns at the blue spot on her polar bear and checks to see if teddy has one too.

“anyone else?”

whew, teddy doesn’t have one. “sometimes amara”

with a click, kuroo turns the stove off and slides the mackerel on a white dish. “anyone else...?”

“no”

“ah... do you wish you have more people to talk to?”

“no, i talk to you all the time!”

“right, you tell me everything,” he beams. he brings a spoon to his mouth to taste the sauce.

“daddy why can’t guys make babies”

kuroo’s eyes widen as he splutters out the sauce. “...well, it’s just the way mother nature works”

“so you didn’t make me?”

kuroo avoids eye contact and rubs his neck sheepishly. “well..... it’s complicated and not something you should worry about”

“mrs. chen said i look like you, and she called me pretty. does that make you pretty?”

“...” conversations with a five year old can be quite amusing ... “it’s up to you,” he laughs. “do you think i’m pretty?” 

“i guess”

he laughs even harder at her dry response and quickly turns the conversation topic back around. “is school fun for you?”

“i guess”

“...” ah, there goes the painful short responses. “what do you guys do everyday-“

“daddy why do guys have to stand up when they use the bathroom-“

“remember buddy’s blue spot?” kuroo quickly butts in.

sumi’s eyes diverts back to her polar bear. “:(( buddy’s turning colors!”

kuroo lets out a long, heavy, and tired sigh. it’s been a long day for him as a parent and now he learns that his daughter doesn’t have any friends her age?

“buddy will be fine,” he reassures her and carries white dishes to the small dining table. sumi places a long kiss on buddy’s nose.

“daddy if you weren’t so tall i’d kiss you on the nose too”

before kuroo can say something, sumi changes the topic once again. “smark will be friends with tim and daphne.”

“mm”

“mrs. chen said that you’re really tall”

“...”

“she told ms. loren that you’re the most handsome dad”

“......”

“ms. loren whispered something about being my future mommy and it was really weird”

kuroo chokes on his spit and walks back into the kitchen quietly. “i-“

“i don’t want ms. loren to be my mommy” 

“oh you won’t have to worry about that,” he nervously chuckles. his daughter sure has a lot to say...he makes a mental note to avoid eye contact with ms. loren the next time he drops her off. 

“daddy do you like tim and daphne or do you pretend to?”

kuroo frowns as he cuts up some cucumbers. “why wouldn’t i like them? i like the way they make you happy”

“i think amara only pretend to like me” 

kuroo makes another mental note to consider transferring her to a new school. after a final slice, he puts the diced up cucumbers onto a small plate and grabs nearby spices. 

“maybe amara isn’t meant to be friends with you. sometimes, peoples’ personalities just don’t match up.” 

sumi sighs and slumps her shoulders. “i wish you can go to school with me instead of work” 

“i wish i can too” he laughs. “punkin, dinner’s ready. wash up” 

“ooh” sumi quickly sits up and dashes over to the kitchen sink step stool. “but you said you wouldn’t cook for me...?” 

“i can’t leave ya hungry,” he tells her. “besides, i’m your friend” 

“and my daddy,” she quips back. she turns on the sink and scrubs her hands with soap. “but not fried rice.” 

“mm, i’m not fried rice,” kuroo restates with a smile. “...do you like going to school?” 

“it’s fun sometimes, so. i guess.” sumi steps off of her step stool and happily bounces over to the dinner table. 

~~~

the night concludes with them eating dinner, kuroo asking more questions about school and buddy’s blue spot, sumi happily eating popsicle for dessert

[rimaiahwrites]

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Chapter six

Erik slowly pulled his arm from underneath Israel's head without waking her then pulled the covers up to her face, since he had it freezing in his loft.

He swung his Heavy leg over the edge of his bed and stepped on his hard wood stairs that laid up to his bed slowly so it wouldn't creek or crack. He slipped away from the comfort of his bed and made it out of his room without a sound. Even though the sounds of his bare feet slapping against the floor in the hallway was still heard, Israel didn't make a move.

He flicked the lights on in the kitchen, and snatched the refrigerator door open. He mostly had vegetables, fruit and water.  It had been like that since He had started a healthy life style after he came back from the navy.

He grabbed his glass bottle of water and chugged it down. That early morning thrust was real. After he was done he refilled the bottle of water before putting it back in the fridge for his afternoon workout.

Erik went back into the living room and pulled his rug back to reveal his hardwood floors. He pulled one of the wooden boards up and reach up inside to grab his father's old leather Journal. It was slightly beaten up from the many years of his father using it but none the less it was still very beautiful.

his balcony doors blow open from the Wind and he pulled the cream white Curtains back and stepped out. The air was cool but not to cold.

It felt good against his skin. Over the few markings that he had on his  torso- about 400 plus, all in rows around his torso. Some were still healing and sensitive.

Erik was actually still surprised that Israel's nosey ass hadn't spotted them on him yet. He knew that once she had, she will ask him a Thousand and one questions about them. And Erik wasn't really ready for that since he knew he couldn't tell her the real reason he marked himself, at least not yet.

He sat in the big chair that he had hanging to the top of his roof. It swayed from side to side when it was windy or when ever Erik sown it himself. It was soothing though. His balcony was one of the places he liked to meditate and clear his mind. He could look down below, and see businessmen in suits and looking for a taxi, and kids heading off to school with big backpack bouncing against them from running to the bus stop. It was regular city life for him.

He loved the city but hated the memories it came with. He had lost to much in it. First his mother then his father, and so many of his childhood friends had lost their lives to the city they called home. So many time had the city almost taken his life as well, from being beaten on the street by police officers, or being held at gun point at 15, by a local drug dealer that Erik had considered one of his niggas.

The city had done him so wrong but yet here he was, still living in Oakland. Just in a better spot then the apartment that he had spent ten years of his life in.

Erik sighed and sat back down and open his father book. He liked to reread it to keep him motivated and focused on his Destiny. The foreign words of his father language, that he had learned to read over the years, popped out against the old- now brownish- paper. Erik flipped to the page titled, the prince is here.

My son, my prince, my happiness have finally arrived. More Beautiful then I could ever imagine, dark brown eyes like his mother and a head full of thick black kinky hair like me.

The happiness that spread through my body the moment my eyes laid on him I knew I was in love. This was a different type of love, not like the kind of love you have for your mother or your wife it was a kind of love that only a mother or father could have for their child-

Erik read with tears beaming his eyes. Not letting them fall once. Erik slammed the book shut clenching it in his hands, as he leaned forward staring at it. It didn't make him sad, it made his angry. He was so angry at his father and it confused him so deeply since he knew his father had no control over what happened to him.

Maybe it wasn't anger towards his father, but pain that he turned into anger like he always did. And he was tired of it, the anger that had been building up inside him ever since he found his father dead, on his Apartment floor with panther Panther  claw marks in his chest, that came from the man his father called brother.

That's where his real anger was towards, his family. Erik couldn't even call it anger, it was rage. He knew that once he met his uncle all hell was going to break loss. All the pain and rage he had inside of him was going to be released. As soon as he got to wrap his hands around T'chaka fat ass neck, and hear that satisfying crunk that came after he squeeze with all his might. And then his cousin t'challa, was next because he knew that once he killed T'chaka his son was going to go after him. But he was going to prepared.

Israel rolled over on the bed and look over the loft bed. Erik wasn't in the living room or kitchen. She had thought that maybe he had left, until she saw the balcony curtains blow up from the door being open. She smiled slightly and peeled the thick blankets back and headed down the stairs. The little cracking sounds the wooden stairs made as she tip-toed down  sparked Erik's interest, he closed the opened book again, and sat it behind the pillow he had on his swinging chair.

He leaned back into the door frame and spotted Israel on the stairs with a grin on her face. "Hi." She whispered softly so her voice didn't sound raspy from not talking for hours at a time.

"You always wake up in a good mood?" He asked getting up from the balcony ground and walking up to her. She chuckled and shrugged. "When I get a good night of sleep, yeah." She said looking down at him into his eyes, that were still slightly red from earlier. Since she was about three stairs above him, She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned towards him. "Um...Thank you for last night, I had fun. It was the first time in a long time that I have felt like someone actually wanted to hang and spend time with me..." she admitted, looking down at his chest as she fiddled with his shirt. He rested his hands on her waist and squeezed lightly. "You don't have to thank me princess, I enjoy hanging wit' you." He spoke softly, brushing her face with his knuckles. Slightly pushing her face to the side.

Her gut felt bubbly with happiness, and her cheeks were starting to hurt with how hard she was smiling. And Erik only made it harder for her to stop from the way he was looking at her.

That look he gave her. The one were he would title his head like a puppy and lick his lips while keeping Direct eye contact.

The thigh clenching look if you will.

"You hungry?" He asked, picking her up and swinging her off the stairs to the bottom. "No not really, I don't like to eat breakfast that much because I'm never that hungry." She said sitting at the kitchen counter. His eyes raised and he turned to her.

"You gotta eat breakfast Israel, that's the most important meal of the day." She rolled her eyes because she had heard it so many time before from her mother. "I know I just don't like breakfast-"

"I'm making you breakfast, and you gon' eat it." Erik said turning around to the refrigerator to grab the stuff he needed.

And A word wasn't said as Erik handed Israel the plate of two prices of Turkey bacon one pancake, and a small glass of a mango kiwi and strawberry smoothie that he sweetened with orange juice.

He tried not to give her much but she still felt like it was to much food for right now. It he gave it to her at like 12 am in the afternoon she would most likely still be hungry afterwards.

She stared at the plate and then back at Erik, a pout on her lips. He nodded his head, as if telling her to go ahead and start eating. She sighed and grabbed a fork and began to eat, Erik as well. But his plate was stuffed. Three pancakes, three prices of bacon, and the rest of the plate was taken up by the four scrambled eggs. He was a big boy and needed all the food he could get.

"Is it good?" He asked, month full of food.

"Yeah, it's good even though your Force feeding me it." She chuckled taking another small bite. Erik gave her a close month smile, chewing his bacon aggressively.

"You'll get used to it, eventually your body will want to eat in the morning, anyway your parents call you yet?" She shook her head, taking a sip of her smoothie. "No, I don't know what's going on but hopefully my mother calls soon to fill me in and let me know they made it there safe." She said her thoughts wondering off a bit.

After they were done eating Erik decided he wanted to workout at his favorite boxing gym. So they both got dressed quickly, Israel just put on a white oversized t-shirt and a pair of gray leggings and her white nike sneakers, while Erik wore black baseball shorts a dark gray workout shirt and black running shoes.

Once Erik grabbed his bag they were at the door and headed to the gym.

Erik turned into the parking lot Of his boxing gym named the home of Apollo Creed. Israel raised her eyebrows but she went with it. Erik opened her door while he throwing his gym bag over his shoulder. "A boxing gym?" She questioned following him inside the cold building. There was about ten different sweating men hitting at punching bags or at their couch Gloved hands.

"Yes, that's what the sign says right?" He chuckled dropping his bag on the floor. She rolled her eyes at his slick reply and plopped Down on the bench near his gym bag, "you didn't tell me it was a boxing gym but k, smart ass." She mumbled, watching him watch her while he put on the thin black gloves that fighters put on before the actual boxing gloves. He was clearly not new at this because he wasn't paying much attention to his movements, he was staring at Israel. Something she had noticed he tends to do a lot. But they were even because she caught herself staring at him today more times then she'll like to amid.

"Come on," he smiled pulling her across the gym catching some of the busy men eyes, there was a couple of "damn Erik who dis?" And "this yo new girl?" Erik only grinned, winking at them. While Israel tried to hide herself behind him. Erik noticed and chuckled softly before hugging her to his side.

"You bout to get a couple of boxing lessons for free, by thee Erik Stevens." He sang playfully making her crack a smile. He turned around to look in the big box of gloves and found some pink ones from the little 15 year old girl that used to box here. They looked like they could fit. "Come here, gimme your hand." She slide both her hands in the glove and smiled at how cute they looked on her. "Tiny ass hands," Erik mumbled jokily making her roll her eyes and giggle. "Big ass hands...hulk smash face ass 'I'm Wreck-It' neck ass-" She shot back. he laughed loudly throwing his head back before telling her to "shut the hell up before I knock you out." She just rolled her eyes.

" Ok we're gonna start with a simple, 1,2." He explained taking jabs at the air, making his Biceps and man Titties bounce, In the form fitted workout shirt he changed into in the car. She copied the simple move but aiming at his hands this time. "Ok we gonna do that same move but with a duck added to it," he beamed, excited that she was catching on so soon. "Hit, hit, duck." She moved fast dodging his hand. "This is kinda fun but-" Israel began but was cut short by a high pitched voice and a light skin girl with long loss curls came walking to Erik.

"Erik?! Is that you?!? I haven't seen you in so long," she was so tall that she was almost Erik's height. Israel felt like a child standing next to them.

"This is my homegirl from back in the day, Erie." Israel smiled and waved shyly. "Aw is this your little sister?" Erie smiled sarcastically bending down a bit sticking her hand out for Israel to shake, Israel's smile dropped and things got awkward quickly when Israel didn't grab her hand and only stared at the girl.

"Um Nah this is a good friend of mine, but uh it was nice seeing you Erie." Erik chuckled while dismissing the girl trying to hold in his laughter.

"Oh...well I'll see you later I guess, you should Dm some Time so we can really catch up without..." She tailed off glancing at Israel before smirking at Erik and walking off, making sure to make her ass bounce with every step she took. Israel tore her eyes from her and rolled them. While Erik was busy starring at her ass Israel began to take her gloves off, using her teeth to undo the Velcro on her gloves. The tearing sound brought Erik's attention back to Israel. "What are you doing we still-"

"I'm not really feeling it anymore plus my arms are already getting tired." She huffed swinging her arms back and fourth trying to shake the 'soreness' out of them. Erik mumbled a "yeah already." knowing why she wasn't really feeling it anymore, he left her to sit on the ground while he went and found his trainer, RJ. Erik had been working with Him since he was 15, RJ was one of the only people that Erik felt like care for him when he was Foster care. RJ had found Erik fighting a boy a little older then him outside of a gas station and praised him for how good of a fight was and encouraged him to get into. Erik was definitely hesitant about it at first but RJ eventually convince Erik to do it especially since he was going to be training him for free. It was a way for Erik to blow off some steam with all the Pent up anger he had for the world, RJ was just happy to keep him off the streets. He knew the kid was A genius, he was too smart to end up in jail or dead.

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It had been two hours since Erik had been training and two hours since Israel been sitting on the hard floor but she barely noticed the numbness in her butt and legs because she was to busy drooling over Erik's delicious body, it was shiny in sweat and his movements were Swift and fast. The faster he hit the punching bag the more his muscles jumped and bounced, Israel don't know how many she licked her lips or clinched her thighs together but she knew her lips were going to be raw and she would have to take a shower as soon as she got home, she didn't care though it was Worth it. She'll sit here all day and night if that meant she could watch him. She wasn't the only one enjoying this whole situation so was Erik. he knew she was watching his every move, she tried to act like she wasn't but she made it very obvious that she was checking him out, but he liked the attention. He liked how easily he can drawl women's attention without even trying. He had her eyes glued to him, not only hers but Erie's too. He caught her staring at him multiple times but instead of scaring away whenever he caught her she locked eyes with him, giving him very seductive look. Erik only chuckled at her Poor attempt and backed over to Israel to grab his ice cold water bottle. Her breath hitched as he reached over her, his hot body almost pressing against her. The scent of his sweat and actual body odor mix with his deodorant made her mouth water. She wanted so badly to reach up and touch his torso but held herself back, sparing herself the embarrassment of rejection. "Are you done?" "Yeah Come on someone wants to meet you before we leave," he said grabbing her hand to help her off the ground. The feeling in her legs started to come back finally as she made her way over to the punching bag. "Israel this my nigga RJ, we go way back." RJ smile brightly at the girl and extended his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you." She beamed at the handsome older man, holding his hand longer then she intended to. RJ didn't mind at all though. They both broke apart when Erik cleared his throat real obnoxiously eyeing the both of them like they stole something from him. "Nigga Y'all tryin' fuck later or what? The fuck." Erik hissed bluntly more so towards RJ, he was way to old to be looking at Israel any type way. He was in his early 40s and Israel was in her late teens, that shit didn't really sit right with Erik. Israel became tense and RJ just dismissed Erik's out burst rolling his eyes and punching him In the arm with the foam glove.

"Shut yo dumb ass up Erik, anyway it I was just trying to see what your name was and shit for later..." Erik's face scrunch up in discussed as he pulled Israel behind his back. "Nigga you old as dirt still trying to flirt with young girls....grow up." Erik chuckled grabbing his bag and Israel's hand pulling her behind him. "Ok and? I'm aging like fine wine, ain't that right baby girl?" He raised a eyebrow at Israel making her turn her face away to hide her smile from the both of them knowing that they'll probably just clown her. "More like milk, anyway I'll see yo old ass later." Erik dabbed him up and left making sure Israel was right behind him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, putting her Seatbelt on without him having to tell her too this time. Erik got in next making the car bounce a little from how big he was. "Don't pay that old ass nigga no attention, he do that to all the girls that come in to the gym. He swear he's charming-"

"Welllllll......" Israel tailed off

"Woooooow....." was all Erik said before slumping down into his seat. "He fine." Israel laughed widely shrugged her shoulders. "Hell Nah He could be your dad or some shit he's like that old ass uncle at the cookout that get drunk before the party even start." Israel giggled wildly because she does really have a uncle that showed up to the family events already drunk. After their laughter died down things got quite. Like it always seemed to happen when they were by their selves. It wasn't necessarily a awkward Silent just a little uncomfortable, the type when you don't know what Else to say to keep the conversation going but Israel still enjoyed his company.

It was nice finally being around a man, it felt familiar to her. She was always only around boys and men growing up most of the time since she had no younger or older sister in the house, plus the girls that she did have In her family like her aunts and older female cousins were rude and bitchy for no reason so she stuck with just hanging around the boys. it was what she was used to and most comfortable with.

Erik's deep voice shook her out of her train of thought and now her eyes were staring into his trying to focus on what he was talking about. "Huh?" She said trying to process what he said. "I'm gonna drop you off at home."

She pouted and huffed out her breath before mumbling "I don't want to go home, why can't I just stay with you?" Erik chuckled dryly. "Because I got other shit to do Israel." The sternness in his voice jumped out and Israel was just about to let her bratty personality show but quickly caught herself.

She was really quite the rest of the ride this time, extremely quite. Erik only chuckled at her for being mad that she was going home instead of with him, but he didn't give a fuck. He had other shit to do like he said.

"So you not gon' talk?" She shrugged before turning on the radio. Erik turned it off. "Don't touch my radio, answer my question."

"What?" She asked as if she didn't hear him the first time round. "You wanna stay with me?" She nodded with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted. Almost.

"Mm." He hummed pulling up to her house. She pouted And huffed, annoyed with him playing with her.  "Whatever." She snapped before grabbing her phone out of his lap and slamming his car door shut. She heard Erik's annoying laugh loud and clear as she stomped her way up the steps to her door. Erik's slowly pulled away making sure she got in safely and when she did he speed away.

Soon as he stopped at a red light he grabbed his phone and went to his new contact: Israel (with the pleading face emoji) since it described her best. His fingers work at the speed of light as he tried to send the text before the lights turn green.

Good night, princess. Imma see you soon so you don't gotta pout and shit alright? He sent and almost instantly she read it. The gray dots appeared and vanished then reappeared and then her rely popped on his screen. Ok :) it was simple but it made him smile.

He almost sent her a text back but decided to just leave it at that. She was happy and fine now so there was no need to reply back.

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Sorry about the weird spacing in some areas Tumblr be weird sometimes with that. 

[starryse]

Tent Bonding

Mingyu x Reader

Fluff, slight angst, implied sexual themes

1,663 words

Summary: it’s your annual camping trip with your friends, but there’s a change of plans this time around..specifically in love

The woods that surrounded the small campsite went on for miles, the lights of the city seeming to be non-existent. Shades of orange and yellow in the sunset lit up the clearing, casting bright shadows off of the trees. You stood on the outskirts of the site, admiring the calm environment. It was a nice change compared to the busy city, the sounds of traffic replaced by the small chirps of birds and the scurrying of the animals running amongst the forest floor.

“Yah! Watch the food, that’s all we have!” Seungcheol’s sudden voice carried through the trees, scaring off the birds that had taken shelter on the branches. You turned your head over your shoulder, peering back at the scene behind you. Soonyoung held the basket of food close to his chest as he tripped over dirt piles and twigs, Seungcheol following close behind, his hands extended, in case Soonyoung fell- not that he was worried for his member, the food was his priority, of course.

You stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hoodie sleeve.

“Hey y/n, wanna help me set up the table?” Joshua appeared in front of you, a bag of appliances in hand. You nodded your head, following him to the large picnic table. The table was across from the tents a few of the boys were setting up, right in front of the fire pit that was poorly dug in the ground.

Joshua passed you one end of the dark blue tablecloth, unfolding the cloth over the middle of the table. Once spread to each corner, you taped the end pieces underneath the wooden table, not trusting the wind to keep it in place. Josh grinned, giving you a half-five, “easy peasy.”

You laughed, nodding with what he said, “just be glad we didn’t get tent set up-“

You both turned your heads, chuckling at the chaotic mess the boys were as they miserably set the tents up. One of the tents were lopsided, the other two not even put together quite yet. The cry’s and complaints were heard even across the clearing, the boys laying across the grass in frustration.

“Should we help them?” Josh spoke through giggles, his smile wide across his face

You contemplated your answer. It was highly entertaining watching the boys struggle, as they were so confident in the car. You could still hear their cocky remarks, “were men Y/n! We can put up a simple 2 step tent, okay. Have faith in your friends!” Plus, you were still pissed at Mingyu for acting like a douche over something as simple as you wanting to ride with Jeonghan to the site.

“I dunno, watching Mingyu struggle has been the highlight of my day so far, asshole deserves it from earlier.”

Joshua hummed, understanding why you were mad at the dark haired boy, “it is highly deserved”

“It is-“ you were cut off by the shout of Seungkwan, his voice echoing long after he finished talking.

“Hey you two!”

You and Joshua tensed. Seungkwan marched over, tent sticks in hand, “why are you standing here being useless while I work so hard to put up the tents?!”

Seungkwan held up his hand, shutting up Joshua very quickly, “I don’t wanna hear it, follow me”

You unwillingly followed the grumbling boy, watching as his hands flew left and right as he complained about “how lazy some people are”. Gripping your hand, Seungkwan tugged you to help setup with the left crew (composed of Mingyu, Seokmin & Chan), while Joshua was pulled to the right (Vernon, Seungkwan & Jeonghan).

You stumbled over the hammer that was carelessly lying about, earning a few snickers from Seokmin and Chan- though they immediately shut up when you stared them down.

Seokmin waved you over, patting the spot in the grass next to him, which happened to be right by Mingyu, “come sit, y/n! We need all the help we can get”

You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on you as you moved to sit down, though ignoring it didn’t do too much as your face heated up anyhow; whether that was from nerves or the fact you were still pissed at him, you wouldn’t know. Now you were a fumbling, pissy, mess as you turned your head to ask Chan a question, “Hey Channie?”

Chan hummed, his eyes quickly darting up to meet yours before he refocused on the tent,

“Who’s in what tent?”

That seemed to get his attention as he nervously slid his hand on the back of his neck, avoiding yours and Mingyu’s gaze as much as possible, “well we only have 3 tents, and they’re uh-“ he began to stutter, “pretty big, so we couldn’t fit anymore in the car-“

Oh you didn’t like where this was going.

Chan finally raised his head from anxiously toying with the grass in front of him, “but I figured I could squeeze in one of the small ones from last years trip-“

You cut him, a short sigh leaving your lips, “meaning Mingyu and I will be sharing one, right?”

Chan gulped, mumbling an mhm. Seokmin darted his eyes back and forth from you and Mingyu, who was currently chewing on the inside of his cheek, “that’s not a problem right? I mean, I can always stay with you, y/n-“

“No.”

Your eyes snapped in Mingyu’s direction, his lips in a thin line above his clenched jaw, “that won’t be necessary, they’re fine with me. Right, y/n?”

His eyes dashed to yours, not budging from their place. You quickly nodded in agreement, no clear words forming a response.

The sound of someone clearing their throat in front of you caused all 4 of yours heads to pop up, meeting the confused face of Seungcheol, “is everything okay here?”

A chorus of yeahs and mhms broke the awkward silence, Seungcheol casually shrugging it off with a pout, “anyways, it’s dinner time. We can finish these up afterwards”

You had never been to such an awkward dinner. At least for you and the guy across from you it was.

The entire dinner was spent by ignoring Mingyu’s glances, or the few times he bumped your knee with his own. The other boys continued to laugh and wreak havoc as per usual, but you and Mingyu seemed to be in your own worlds.

You cleared your throat, catching Minghao’s attention next to you, “I think imma head to bed”. Minghao sympathized with you, he knew how close you and Mingyu were, and he hated seeing you two act as if you didn’t know one another.

“Alright, please try and work it out?” You could only budge a sad smile at him, muttering a quiet goodnight. He patted the small of your back as you got up, tossing your plate in the trash bag that was strung on the tree for you.

Meanwhile, Mingyu creeper mode was activated as he silently watched the encounter. He could feel the guilt eat away at his stomach, he hated when you were upset. And knowing he was the cause, was even worse. Minghao exchanged looks with him after you left, a silent agreement settling between the two as Mingyu trudged after you.

When Chan said the tent was small, you forgot just how small he had meant.

The tent was barely big enough to fit a sleeping bag, let alone 2. Meaning you and Mingyu were to be up each other’s asses the rest of the night. Your shoulder deflated as you sighed, a disapproved look etched on your face.

You began to roll out the sleeping bag on the hard floor of the tent, adjusting it so it was as close to the wall as possible. With all the rustling of the bag as it slid around, you didn’t notice the sound of the tent unzipping. That is, until someone coughed right next to your ear.

You let out a sharp screech, body jumping out of its skin before you fell to the ground in shock. After you recovered from the almost heart attack, you whipped around to be with the sullen expression of Mingyu. His features resembled a puppy as his eyes were innocently looking into your own.

He moved to sit on his own sleeping bag he had set up earlier, “I’m really sorry for how I acted earlier, y/n”

You fell back onto your butt, sitting criss cross across from Mingyu. Your lip was hues of red and purple, your teeth had been gnawing on since he entered.

“I know”

Mingyu shook his head, a guilty look present in his eyes, “no, y/n. I shouldn’t have acted like that, you’re allowed to be friends with whoever you want” He paused, thoughts going haywire as he looked at you, Your face showed anger? sadness? He wasn’t sure, all he knew was he didn’t want to ever be the cause of them again.

Sucking in a breath, Mingyu quickly rambled, “I-I like you, Y/n- actually, no. I love it you”

Your heart stopped, pulse slowing down for a split second before rapidly speeding up, “w-what?” Your voice was soft, confused even.

Mingyu smiled, canines on full display. He shifted closer to you, smushing your face between his hands, “I love you y/n”

Before you could register what you were doing, you smashed your lips onto his, teeth clashing from the sudden push. Your cracked lips mixed with his own, the taste of the beer he had with dinner smothered the previous taste of champagne you had drank. Your brain was a fuzzy mess, and your stomach wasn’t so far off either.

You pulled back, a trail of saliva dripping onto your chin. Mingyu pulled his sleeve down, wiping it off, a sheepish grin etched on his face.

“I love you too”

Mingyu melted at your words, quickly reattaching his lips to yours. I think you know how the rest of the night went.

[martialstories]

Tape to tape - Intro

Coops - High School AU

All credits for the world & the characters for @lumosinlove . Truly obsessed with SW and Coast to coast so this is my shot at writing something in that world. English isn’t my first language and this is my first time posting anything so I’m kinda nervous but here we go!

Coops High School AU. Takes place in Montreal, Canada and the age difference is the same (1 year, Remus being the older one). I hope to write more parts to this but we’ll see.

I have no idea how the Canadian high school works, but I googled, so Remus is on grade 11 and Sirius is on grade 10 during this fic. (Basically Junior and Sophomore) On other chapters they might be on different grades.

Happy reading!

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Tw: mentions of child abuse

”Loops! You coming?” Sirius shouted from the bench. Remus was on ice practicing slapshots in rapid sets.

”Jeez, calm down! Five more and I’ll be there with you.” He shouted back and skated over after the shots. ”Let’s go. I need to stretch before shower.”

”I know you do. Plus, we always stretch after practice. You still up for teaching me how the First World War went down?” Sirius asked while walking towards the locker room where the music was playing loudly.

”You really are hopeless at history. You know that right?” Remus turned his back to Sirius to hide his smile. He knew Sirius wasn’t stupid but most of the time hockey just came first and school second.

”Oh come on Re! Please, please, please! I’ll fail if you don’t help me!” Remus glanced at pleading Sirius in the stall next to his. He was looking back at him with wide eyes. The rest of the locker room continued to buzz in the background as the two locked eyes.

”Of course I’ll help you. Now, let’s go to the gym.” The clock was already 4.30 p.m. so if they wanted to get everything done and have time to relax in the evening they really should get going.

After cooling down for about 15 minutes the locker room was starting to empty out. Remus and Sirius said bye to the players leaving the rink as they made their way towards the showers. After stripping from their under armours the locker room was completely empty.

”Boys, you are the last ones. Can you turn off the lights and lock the door after you?” coach asked from the door.

”Of course, coach. See you tomorrow!” Remus answered for the both of them. ”Thank you, Remus. Tomorrow at 10 a.m.” Coach reminded them and left the doorway.

Immediately after the door closed Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand and dragged him into the showers startling a little laugh out of Remus. ”Pads! Are you in a hurry somewhere?”

”Yes”, Sirius answered shortly before turning around, slinging his arms around Remus’s neck and pecking his lips. ”Finally alone.” Sirius whispered with his lips against Remus’s.

Remus kissed him back for a while before pulling back. ”I know. But the faster we are done here the faster we can get home and behind closed doors.”

”Good point, Loops”, Sirius quipped. He turned around and stepped under the shower causing Remus to tense in pain at the sight of his back. Sirius turned back towards Remus, hiding his back again. ”Hurry up, Loop- Shit, I forgot about those.”

Remus walked towards him until he could wrap his arms around Sirius’s shoulders and press close to him under the spray. Carefully he slid his arms over Sirius’s back where there was a couple of purple bruises. A year before Sirius would have just laughed him off, saying that he just bruised easily from hits on ice. These days Remus knew which bruises were from ice and which weren’t.

”You could come stay at mine for a few days, you know? My parents wouldn’t mind”, Remus suggested quietly.

”I don’t want to be a bother, I was at yours last weekend.”

”You are not a both-” Remus tried to argue before Sirius cut him off. ”I know, I know but it isn’t even as bad as it usually is. Father was too drunk yesterday so it wasn’t that bad.”

Remus just hugged him tighter while letting the water fall on them.

”So when are you going to get your license Pads? Soon you’ll be 17 and I’m getting tired of being your personal taxi driver.” Remus teased the dark haired boy while they walked towards Remus’s car. It wasn’t big or new but Remus didn’t need much and he was happy with it.

”Hey! Don’t bully me, you old man! Plus, I know you really love it.” Sirius smirked at Remus before getting into the car.

Remus threw his phone at Sirius. ”Be grateful, and I’m only a year older than you! Now call my mom and tell her we’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

”Yes, sir!” Sirius pushed the call button as Remus started the car. ”Hello, Hope! Thanks, I’m fine. Yes, we’ll be there in 20 minutes. Okay, see you!” He ended the call after Remus turned towards their homes from the traffic lights. He placed the phone on the cup holder and grabbed Remus’s hand. Remus smiled at their intertwined hands and raised them to his lips to give Sirius’s hand a kiss. Sirius blushed and turned the music on louder.

After dining with the rest of the Lupin’s Remus and Sirius went up to Remus’s room to study. 5-year-old Jules wanted to come with them but after realising they were just going to study he got bored of the idea and decided to watch cartoons instead.

“If we study now for an hour and a half and get everything done, we can relax afterwards. How does that sound?” Remus planned out loud as he threw his laundry off a chair and pulled it to the table for Sirius to use.

“That sounds good. Can we cuddle afterwards?” Sirius made puppy dog eyes at Remus. “Of course we’ll cuddle! But first we’ll have to study. Now, can you tell me when did the First WW start?”

At 8 p.m. sharp Sirius closed both his and Remus’s books and flopped on the bed. He had been determined to go home for the night but he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“You sure you don’t want to stay the night? We can go get you a mattress now and if you have to get something from home we can drive through yours before morning practice.” Remus proposed softly.

Sirius let out a little huff and after pondering it a while he let out a little sound of confirmation. “I need to call Regulus to check on him but he should be okay since Linda is there. It’s Friday so my parents are out for the night so they won’t care if I stay here.”

He drew his phone from his pocket to call his brother. Regulus answered after a couple of peeps and confirmed that indeed only he and their maid Linda were at home. Sirius told him that he would stay at Lupin’s and closed the phone after wishing good night.

“Now let’s get you a mattress that you won’t need.” Remus said and helped Sirius from the bed.

“Mon dieu, I’m so tired.” Sirius said yawning as they walked down the stairs towards the storage.

“Boys? Is that you?” Could be heard from the living room. They turned towards the living room where Hope and Lyall were watching the news. “Hey, it’s getting quite late. Are you Sirius staying or do you need someone to drive you home?” Lyall asked kindly.

“I’d like to stay, if that’s okay.” Sirius answered.

Hope smiled at him, “Of course that is fine, hun! Just remember you have morning practice so don’t stay up for too long.”

“Yep, we won’t. We are just going to get Pads a mattress and get something to eat before bed.” Remus answered over his shoulder, already continuing towards the storage room.

“Okay, sleep well!” “Good night!”

After Remus and Sirius had set up Sirius’s mattress just in case someone checked on them they made their way to the fridge. Training usually left them really hungry before bed and this night wasn’t an exception.

Their successful heist to the fridge eased their hunger and they got ready for bed. Brushing their teeth was a bit messy ordeal as it included the usual elbow-knocking and the toothpaste marks on their cheeks from kisses.

Remus spooned Sirius from behind as they laid on his bed. The sky was clear and the moon shined through his window creating a soft glow around them.

“What are you thinking about?” Remus’s whisper sounded almost too loud in the quiet.

“You. I truly don’t know how I got so lucky finding you.” Sirius twisted in Remus’s arms to see his face.

Remus smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss Sirius’s lips. The kiss was broken off by Sirius yawning.

Remus chuckled quietly. “Good night.” “Good night.” Was muttered by Sirius before he burrowed his head to Remus’s chest and closed his eyes.

[leerongrong]

of dispatch and jealousy.

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which you’re dragged into a dating scandal with your not-so-boyfriend Jaemin and actual boyfriend Mark gets jealous.

Requested: yess!! what if you wrote a mark x idol!reader where she’s best friends with dream and he gets jealous over her being on a variety show with jaemin and she never leaves jaemin’s  side during it bc she’s nervous and he’s the only one she knows?

“Just relax.” Bright studio lights are somewhat blinding, they stand tall and loom over the figures standing side by side to each other. The studio’s buzzing with life as staff and crew members hustle around the space to prepare the stars for their filming schedule, one of them standing in front of you to add finishing touches to your makeup while another behind you, adding hair spray to your already frigid hair. Your eyes are trailing to the side, where you see one of your best friends in a similar condition. “Besides, you look prettier when you smile.”

The smile that breaks out on Jaemin’s face is sweet, the same one you always see him wear on camera, and it’s almost contagious that your lips start to stretch into one. You and Jaemin are currently on set for a variety show, sent as SM’s representatives along with a few other groups from other agencies, all of them unknown people to you, knowing none of them with only Jaemin as your companion.

“Mark-hyung agrees with me too.” He’s putting both of his hands on his waist, in a mocking fashion along with puffing his chest out and trying his best in imitating Mark’s voice. “She’s so pretty when she smiles- I mean she’s always pretty but like especially when she smiles, the really big one you know? Honestly every one of her smiles are angelic but- you get what i mean right, Jaems?”

The giggle he pulls out of you is angelic, shaking your whole body while your lips form into a smile. Jaemin’s been the only few people who could pull a genuine smile out of you, the other one being Mark Lee, your otherwise current boyfriend of 6 months.

Jaemin was the one who introduced you, claiming with a wink that, “The two of you were meant for each other.” and while you’d never been one for measly crushes, you couldn’t deny the fact that Mark had you enamoured by your 3rd meet up with him. You both had hit it off enough to write your tittle song together, the one which you used to confess your feelings to him and had hit number 1 in Melon the same day the two of you had gotten together, talk about a win win.

“You really shouldn’t day dream about Hyung here.” Jaemin’s face is up close to yours and he has a teasing smile on his face as he boops your nose along with jabbing his fingers into your stomach. “People could find out.”

Your hairstylist rolls her eyes at the two of you, clearly entertained by your jabs and nicks at each other. She adds another clip into your hair before parting on her way while your eyes are scanning the other idols, along with Jaemin, smiling politely when one of them sends a wave your way.

“Everyone! Let’s get started!”

Thinking back on the variety show you did with Jaemin a few months ago, you couldn’t think of anything wrong. It had gone of smoothly, both the MC’s and other idols had been nothing but sweet to you, some even ended up being your friend afterwards. But as you’re sitting down in your own dorm, phone in hand while scrolling down the multiple headlines and news about you and Jaemin supposedly dating, you suppose you guessed wrong.

(BREAKING) DIspatch Reveals NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N Are Dating.

Dispatch has confirmed another 2020′s SM Couple: NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N!

Every year, Korean news outlet Dispatch rings in by revealing new celebrity couples to the public. This year, they released photos proving that NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin and Soloist Y/N have been secretly seeing each other.

According to Dispatch, Jaemin picked Y/N up at her dorm after shortly coming back from his sold out world tour, the two wearing masks and hats to cover their faces before they went to a restaurant for their date.

Dispatch also caught the couple walking while holding hands with each other very often, in between schedules or at filming sights. One of which is weekly idol, where a leaked footage reveals the couple acting very lovey dovey with each other on set.

The dorm is silent, not one sound in the air. The clock is ticking soundly while the cooked dinner you had set up slowly begins to become cold with the amount of time you’ve chosen to scroll down your phone while biting at your nails.

user 0945: i think they’re cute with each other.

user 4790: shouldn’t she be focusing on her career first? she debuts in SM and she’s wasting her time on dating? what an idiot.

user 6905: what does jaemin even see in her?

user 4823: she’s human too! it should be her choice to date.

user 8755: they’ve been dating for 2 years? wow.. we really don’t know our idols after all..

You’re taking in one comment after the other, some of your fans shipping you with Jaemin while others are bashing at the fact that you’ve chosen to get a boyfriend, claiming you as theirs to begin with. Your heart is filled with anxiety, a feeling of everything closing in at once and you’re taking in deep breaths to reduce the amount of stress you feel in your system.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! You have 25 new messages.

[22:10] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Babe? Are you okay?

[22:11] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Babe, please read your texts.

[22:12] You have one (1) missed voice call from Lee MinMark.

[22:13] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Answer your phone. Please. I need to know if you’re okay.

[22:13] Lee MinMark sent a voicemall.

[22:15] You have two (2) missed voice calls from Lee MinMark.

[22:15] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

so we’re dating now??

[22:15] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

does hyung know about this??

[22:17] You have four (4) missed voice call from Lee MinMark.

[22:17] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

hyung looks worried and pissed

[22:17] Boss Manager sent a message.

Do not give any information to the press. You need to stay quiet until this blows over.

[22:17] You have seven (7) missed voice calls from Lee MinMark.

[22:18] Boss Manager sent a message.

Come to the office tomorrow. We need to have a talk.

[22:19] Lee MinMark sent a message.

Fuck it. I’m coming over.

[22:20] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

hyung’s coming over to you!

[23:07] Boss Manager sent a message.

Stay calm and be safe.

Your ears perk up when multiple knocks come from the door, fast and more urgent one after the other, turning into rapped jabs at the wooden surface. It soon turns into outright banging and your phone falls down to the carpeted floor below at the sound. You’re raising yourself up on shaky feet, slowly reaching out to grab the emergency bat beside the door and tiptoeing to peep through the fish eye door camera you installed for emergencies like this.

The door bursts open and you’re yelping, swinging the bat blindly at the unknown person in your home. “It’s me! It’s me! It’s Mark!”

“Mark? Are you out of your mind!?” The bat mistakenly hits Mark on his shoulder, him letting out a groan and kneeling down while clutching his injured shoulder. “I’m sorry! Oh My God. Are you okay?”

The door shuts with a soft click while Mark’s still bent down in front of him, promptly groaning when the wood catches on his shirt. You’re shuffling around, running to the freezer for an ice pack to help your boyfriend. The ice is cold in your hands, the material numbing your fingers as you press it down onto his injury.

“Are you okay?”

“How are you?”

You break out into a fit of giggles while Mark lets out a few chuckles, the both of you stilling for a moment before you tear of his cap and mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend. The bags around Mark’s eyes have worsened since the last you saw him, along with the obvious stress lines on his face and frizzy hair from too much hair dye as an added plus.

The dorm is still as silent as ever, this time the sounds of slurping noodles are added to the mix along with the sound of chattering news outlets on TV. Your eyes are wrapped around Mark’s neck as you sit in his lap, head laying in the crook of his shoulder as he works one his hands around your waist while the other sets down the cup of noodles on the desk beside him.

“How are you doing?” He mumbles, lips finding their way to your forehead to leave a peck in place. “About the dating thing.”

“I’m fine.” Your eyelids are starting to droop, the warmth Mark emits adding to the stressful situation makes you want to fall asleep and forget all your worries, even just for a little while. You lean back, eyes flicking up to meet his when he nods as an answer. “How about you?”

“What do you mean?” Mark’s eyes are a soft brown with a tint of gold to them, holding specks of stolen sunlight in them, the kind that you’d miss just with one glance. They’re filled with a raw emotion, an unwavering gaze that sometimes you find hard to meet, along with the earth’s unfiltered beauty that is so fascinating yet intriguing to memorize. “With the comeback? Babe?”

“I mean- yes, the comeback.” You laugh at the confused look at his face, his expression looking similarly like that of a confused puppy and you’re reminding yourself to change his names in your contacts. “But like- more of the me dating Jaemin news.”

“Oh” He mumbles, “I don’t really have an opinion on that..”

You’re tilting your head the moment he finishes his sentence. You know, for a fact, Mark’s never been one to back track on his words and you’re sure the way he spoke sounded more of like a question than it did a statement. “That’s good. I guess..”

“Are you staying the night?”

Mark’s head shoots up from its resting point in the crook of your neck, and he’s staring at you with a look of wonder in his eyes that had you ducking from his gaze, mouth stretching into a shy smile as you see a smile spread on his.

“You just had a dating scandal spread about you and your best friend,” He laughs, “But you still want me to stay over? I really am glad I’m dating you.”

Mark’s hands are pinching at your cheeks, his hands stretching the supple flesh while he scrunches his nose. Your own are entangled behind his neck, tugging the hairs on the nape of his neck with a scrunch of your own nose. It was moments like these that made you fall in love with Mark, the dorky boy that had his nose pressed up against glass, watching a thunderstorm and laughing. As an idol yourself, you found Mark most beautiful not when he had full on make up, but when he didn’t. You fell in love with him when he was lying on the carpet, hair a mess, laughing about something he saw on the internet. When he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and had taken down all the walls he built for most people.

Six months in and all you knew was that Mark’s your muse, the one you write songs about, and the one who holds your heart.

Mark opens his eyes to the sound of your phone humming lowly and you asleep with his arms around you. He’s reaching his arm for the phone slowly in hopes he doesn’t wake you up from his movements.

You have 3 new messages.

[3:07] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

mark hyung went over to yours a few hours ago and he hasn’t come back yet

[3:07] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

is he over with you?

[3:08] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message.

lovie, answer your phone please :(

A scoff comes out from Mark’s mouth the moment his eyes land on the nickname Jaemin specifically has for you. Even before the dating news broke out, Mark’s always been a bit jealous of you and Jaemin’s bond, the people around him always thinking Jaemin’s the one who stole your heart. Jaemin, the one who’s been by your side and who knows you the best, Na Jaemin and not Mark Lee.

You have 5 new messages.

[3:09] You have one (1) missed call from “Lover” Boy Nana.

[3:10] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a voice mail.

[3:11] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana.

Stop messaging MY girlfriend at 3 AM, Na.

Tapping sounds fill the air as Mark turns off your phone before placing it somewhere behind him, he’s looking down at you to make sure he hasn’t woken you up and he’s smiling at the sight of you sleeping on his chest. Mark’s putting his hands under your feet, lifting you up bridal style to place you on your bed. He’s tucking you in when your hands grab at the front of his shirt.

“Don’t leave,” You mumble, “Stay, please.”

“You know I can’t.” Mark’s bending down to press a kiss onto your forehead, cheeks warming when he sees you unconsciously smile in your sleep. Even when he wishes he could spend the night snuggled up with you, he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble than you already have. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

The room is engulfed in darkness the moment Mark’s fingers touch the lamp, his footsteps echoing just a bit before disappearing completely once the door clicks shut. He’s crouching down to throw out his used ramen bowl into the trash can in the kitchen, hands multitasking as he also picks up his hat and mask from the desk.

Mark’s looking back to the direction of your bedroom while he puts his mask on, fixing the hat onto his head. The image of your slightly messy bedhead and cute pout appears in his head and he’s shaking his head, lips parting to let out a chuckle. “One day, they’ll know about us.”

The sun’s rays wake you up from your sleep, groaning at the light that hits your eyes. Your joints and muscles protest when you sit up in bed, wanting nothing but to go back to sleep. Your legs hit the floor, slightly trembling when you feel the cold wood in contrast to your warm temperature, and you’re walking out of your room in search of your boyfriend and your phone.

The dinging from the kitchen catches your attention and you make a beeline for it, doing a slight victory dance when you find your phone on the kitchen counter right next to some chocolate you’re sure you didn’t have yesterday.

You have new messages.

[3:11] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana.

Stop messaging MY girlfriend at 3 AM, Na.

[3:12] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

omo omo hyung no need to be so grumpy

[3:12] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

im just “dating” her not  d a t i n g  her

[3:13] “Lover” Boy Nana sent a message. 

come back to the dorms before manager realizes you’re gone

[3:14] You sent a message to “Lover” Boy Nana. 

yeah yeah omw

[3:39] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

I’m sorry I didn’t stay over! Don’t want you getting in more trouble

[3:40] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

Good night, and I love you.

[7:45] Boss Manager sent a message. 

Meeting at 10. Don’t be late.

The smile that spreads on your face is automatic and the giddiness feels like a wake up call from your previously still drowsy self. Your fingers work nimbly, tapping out words to text Mark before a text arrives just before you sent it.

You have new messages.

[8:13] Lee MinMark sent a message. 

“I fought my eyes

to stay awake.

No dream

was prettier

than the way she slept.”

[8:13] You changed Lee MinMark’s name to Lion Cub.

[8:13] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

I knew you were jealous!

[8:14] Lion Cub sent a message.

Good morning to you too. Sleep well?

[8:14] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

I did! Would’ve been better with you next to me tho :(

[8:14] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

Also that poem is just ugh :(

[8:23] You sent a message to Lion Cub.

Mark? Where did you go?

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

mark hyung banned me from texting you for a week :(

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message. 

why is he like this :(

[8:25]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message. 

so mean :(

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

this is nana btw! hyung’s taking a shower rn and jisung let me borrow his phone eheh

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

no, actually i lied. i stole it from him

[8:26]  Pwark Ji-Ji sent a message.

have a good day, lovie!! ill see you later at that meeting (mark hyung doesnt know btw eheheh)

[8:26] You sent a message to Pwark Ji-Ji.

You’re horrible, Na! Give sungiie his phone back :(

[8:26] You sent a message to Pwark Ji-Ji. 

See you later!! (Also, hi sungiie!!)

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Everyone Deserves Love Chapter 14

A/N: This is another long one, and it’s some angst with a happy payoff at the end. Barba’s being threatened again, but not if Devon can help it! I do write Barba as kind of rude af to Sonny in this chapter, but tbh, he was pretty fucking rude to him when Sonny wanted to shadow him, so....

This is still dealing with the fall-out from Community Policing, and he’s still not being threatened by the dude from canon. He will show up, I promise.

P.S. I wrote this and edited it multiple times before I realized it takes place on Friday the 13th

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Tags: talks of threats, guns, some in depth descriptions of bullet wounds (I spent, like, and embarrassing amount looking up info/accounts from paramedics on this shit)

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Apartment of Rafael Barba and Devon Motely

Friday, October 13th. 9:05am

Devon was pacing in the living room, hands running through her hair roughly. Barba watched her from the loveseat, trying to not get riled up himself.

“Hermosa, calm down. We’ve dealt with this before. It’s not that big of a deal,” he started slowly.

Devon whipped to look at him. “Not a big deal? Rafa, someone left a threatening note on your desk! They had access to your desk, your office. What if I’m not there? It’s not like before; I’m not around you 24/7 anymore, I can’t—”

“Dev, come here,” he said, patting the cushion next to him. She looked at him, eyes hard, before she came over and plopped down next to him with a “harrumph.”

“Plenty of people can get in there. Nothing happened; I’m fine. Besides, what’s the point of getting so worked up over this?” he asked.

“Nothing happened this time!” Devon was up again, pacing continued. “I’m calling in today; I don’t care what Jenkins says, I’m not leaving your side.”

It was Barba’s turn to sigh. “Don’t you think you’re being a little over-protective? How do you know someone will attack me today? How do you know some other nutjob won’t come out of the woodworks to threaten me some other time?”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been threatened; it won’t be the last,” Devon replied.

“So, what? You’re just going to stay by my side until someone shows up?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Barba grabbed Devon’s wrist as she passed by him, stopping her in her pacing. She turned to look at him, expression softening when her eyes met his.

“I just…I don’t know what else to do…” she said softly. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened….”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” he started, but when he saw her gearing up for a fight, he added, “stay with me today; we can talk to Liv about having a detective with me afterwards, okay?”

He was trying and that made Devon smile, tears in the corner of her eyes; she knew how much he hated being protected—babysat, as he thought of it. “That would be perfect. I could track down whoever did this; maybe send a message to the NYPD to back off. But does SVU have the people to spare with Amaro gone?”

Barba smiled sarcastically. “They got a new Sergeant; Mike Dodds,” Devon didn’t miss the last name—same as the Deputy Chief of SVU. “Plus, Carisi has asked to shadow me. Has he mentioned to you that he’s taking night classes at Fordham Law?”

“Only a couple hundred times,” she replied. She had met Sonny a few times now, and she wasn’t sure how much she trusted the young detective to watch Barba in her stead. But it was better than no one, she supposed; he had gotten a message to her through Jenkins about the threats against Barba…something she still had to ask him about. “Fine. You get me today, then Sonny afterwards. But, if he gets called into work, you better call me or so help me, Rafael, the NYPD won’t be your only concern.”

Office of Rafael Barba

1 Hogan Place

Friday, October 13th. 1:18pm

“Just like old times,” Devon smiled, stabbing at a piece of orange chicken. They had hidden in Barba’s office, trying to sneak a bite to eat between court appearances. Devon had noticed the officers working in the courts shooting Barba a dirty look, but they looked away when they saw the impressive glare Devon shot back, her hand resting easily on her glock, daring any of them to make a move, to say anything to the counselor. She wasn’t shy about intimidating people, especially when it came to Barba. And she wanted to send these assholes a message, which is also why she had her FBI badge also on clear display.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Barba smirking, sipping his fourth coffee of the day. The day had gone by smoothly enough, not shocking to either of them; Barba did have a point about the likelihood of receiving a threat today. But it still put Devon on edge, her normal anxieties racing through her. She hated the waiting the most; every noise, every look from a stranger, every reach for a phone, made her jump, reaching for her gun. As usual, Barba was calm, collected. It was like having someone threatening his life was just a normal Tuesday. She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

She sat up straighter in her chair, putting her food down and turning towards the door seconds before there was a knock.

“How do you do that?” Barba mumbled before calling out, “come in.”

Devon smirked as Sonny came in, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey Barba, Devon,” he greeted in his thick New York accent. Even with all the complaining Barba made about the Detective, she liked him. He was like a puppy; that was the only way Devon could describe him. She hadn’t gotten a chance to work with him often, but she liked it when it did happen.

“Hey Sonny. What’s new?” Devon asked.

“I thought I told you tomorrow,” Barba said before he could respond.

Sonny frowned at him. “Yeah, ya did. But I thought I’d sit in the gallery today. Just take some mental notes...maybe give Devon a break.”

“That’s sweet of you; you can keep me company in the gallery,” Devon replied, glaring at Barba. “Don’t be rude; you’re going to be teaching Sonny some things.” Besides, it was nice having another pair of eyes watching Barba’s back.

Barba rolled his eyes. “Right. Shadows don’t talk and they have no opinions,” he instructed the taller man. Sonny smirked, knowing that Barba was joking. Kind of.

“It’s okay, I had the same rules when I first started working with him,” Devon stage whispered behind her hand. Barba shot her a glare.

Courthouse

Friday, October 13th. 4:30pm

“Nice win,” Devon grinned, giving Barba a half-hug and a peck on the cheek in the corridor outside the courtroom. They had disclosed, and their relationship was old news, but Barba wasn’t much into PDA; he was much more into leaving marks on her in private, letting others know who she belonged to. Devon acquiesced, agreeing that it was safer for them in the long run, keeping their public touches brief; a brush of skin, a quick kiss, shared looks that lasted too long. It was especially hard when they were alone in his office, his sleeves rolled up, shirt half unbuttoned. Or the nights where he wanted to play, to see how far he could go without anyone noticing the touches he gave his girlfriend, the things he whispered in her ear.

“This was an easy one,” he replied, smirking back. Their little moment was broken when Sonny came out of the courtroom and started bombarding Barba with legal terms and maneuvers that went over Devon’s head, even with her months in the courtroom watching her boyfriend work. She resigned to looking at the crowd of people, looking for danger, her eyes stopping short on a familiar face.

“Olivia! What’re you doing here?” Devon asked, waving the newly appointed Lieutenant over.

“Hey Dev. Ah, I’m just here to pick up a warrant,” she replied, smiling at the three of them.

“No problem,” Barba said, obviously ignoring Sonny and jumping at the chance to lose the younger man. “I left it in my office.”

The four of them made their way to the doors, Devon and Barba in the lead, the SVU detectives behind them.

“Think we’ll be home for dinner tonight? Or should we just get takeout?” Devon asked, opening the door, and heading towards the stairs.

Barba thought about it. “I think I only have one trial to prep for, so it should be an early—”

“GUN!” Devon shouted. Time seemed to slow. Devon was a step below Barba, looking towards the street. A man was standing at the base of the stairs, gun raised, aimed right at Barba’s heart. As Devon shouted, she moved, shoving her body in front of his, a gunshot ringing out. A moment later, another gunshot sounded, the man dropping, a bullet hole appearing in his chest, darkness staining his shirt. Another moment passed, and Devon was collapsing in front of Barba, onto the stone steps. Instinct took over as he dropped his case, hands barely catching her head before it cracked against the stairs. He knelt down next to her, body numb, mind going blank, unsure of what the hell just happened.

Instantly, Olivia was there, ripping her jacket off and pushing it against Devon’s left shoulder, between her collar bone and armpit—Barba vaguely noticed the blood staining Devon’s shirt. Sonny was yelling into a radio, but Barba didn’t hear him, he just stared at Devon’s face. Her eyes were closed, face expressionless, skin growing paler by the second.

“No no no,” he thought, or did he say it aloud? He couldn’t be positive; all he knew was that Devon was shot. She was shot and it was protecting him, saving him. She always got hurt because of him; this was all his fault. How could he have been so selfish to have let her be there today when he knew, he knew there was a chance of this…

“10-13, officer down. I repeat, officer down. We need a bus here, now. Officer’s been shot,” Sonny kept saying it over and over again. He took one look at Olivia and Barba kneeling over the down agent, before he took off down the stairs, trying to get some sort of crowd control and get the people away from the would-be assassin.

“Stay with us, Devon. Stay with us,” Olivia was saying. She was murmuring it like a prayer, more to herself than to Devon. And still, Barba just knelt there, staring into his girlfriend’s face. She was breathing, he could see it, but for how much longer? He looked down to where Olivia’s jacket was pushed against Devon’s torso; there was so much blood. How could anyone survive after losing so much blood? It hit him then that he may lose her; that Devon may not wake up from this. And he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye, their last conversation about dinner….

After what seemed like years—or was it a few minutes?—hands were on his shoulders, pulling him away. Barba was reluctant to let go of Devon, but he had no strength to fight them; they moved him however they pleased, shoving him gently away from her. He vaguely noticed it was paramedics, three of which were now crowded around Devon’s unmoving body. Olivia had an arm wrapped around Barba’s shoulders, though he didn’t feel it, nor did he feel Sonny’s presence behind him as they watched the medics lift Devon onto a stretcher, carry her down the stairs, then into an ambulance.

Olivia led Barba, arm still around his shoulders, to her squad car. She put him in back, Sonny taking the front seat. She flipped on her lights and followed the speeding ambulance.

Mercy Hospital

Friday, October 13th. 11:30pm

Barba sat in the waiting room, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his hands. He stared at the same spot on the floor that he had since they arrived hours ago. Olivia sat next to him, only leaving to inform the SVU detectives and FBI agents that appeared in support of Devon on her condition, and to grab a coffee or snacks. She long since gave up trying to give Barba either, or even talk to the man; he had shut down, going so deep inside himself that no one could reach him. People came over and mumbled condolences, or attempted to assure him how strong Devon was, but to no avail. They might as well be talking to a brick wall.

“The bullet nicked her brachial artery; she was lucky she didn’t bleed out on the courthouse steps,” Olivia informed Fin when he arrived. “It then ricocheted into a rib, causing it to splinter. She’s still in surgery; she lost a lot of blood on the steps. They had to do three transfusions, and they had to get the bone fragments out. As long as the bleeding stops, she should be fine.”

All of this went in one ear and out the other for Barba. He kept replaying their last conversation in his mind; Devon’s smile, thinking about dinner that night, happy to just spend the day together before she went back to work.

He thought about the first time they met, in that cop bar, how she had saved him in that dark alley. He thought about how she protected him at Jordan’s coffee stand, so intent on neutralizing the Olivera brothers that she didn’t notice she had been stabbed. He thought about the conviction in her eyes when she had shot Marco Sorrel, then the pain when he had yelled at her for it. He thought about her calling him in the middle of the night after weeks of no contact, her voice frenzied when she had heard about how he was threatened. She always worried about him, always wanted to protect him. Of course, he had always worried about her, too, especially with her job. Every time she kissed him goodbye, leaving to go to God-knows-where, he was terrified that it would be the last time he saw her. So far, he had only gotten one phone call from her, on her way to the hospital, a bullet having grazed her. He wanted to be there for her, too, to protect her for a change. But he was an attorney, his only weapon was the law, his suits his armor. How could he ever hope to protect her?

By not getting yourself involved in shit like this, he thought to himself, cursing himself for his stupidity. It was true that the DA’s office had forced this case upon him, but he didn’t balk from it, didn’t even attempt to turn it down. Quite the opposite, he wanted this case, because he knew he could secure the indictment, get the conviction. And the officers involved did deserve it; they deserved to be brought to justice. But Barba knew that this would put a target on his back, he knew and yet he still went through with it. And now Devon was in surgery, a bullet in her shoulder, and who knew if she would survive? Barba had been praying to every God he could think of every moment that he sat in the uncomfortable lobby chair that she would live, that she would be alright. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears that threatened to overtake him. In his mind’s eye, he could see Devon’s soft smile, a twinkling in her brown eyes as she looked at him. But, if he looked too long, her eyes would close, the smile would vanish, and she was an expressionless corpse on the courthouse steps.

Finally, the waiting room fell silent as the head doctor walked into the opening. As if roused from a deep sleep, Barba looked up at him, peeling his chin from his hands, the skin sticking slightly. He shot to his feet, pushing past everyone as if they weren’t there, coming to stand in front of the doctor, desperate for news.

“How is she, Doctor?” Olivia asked, coming to stand behind Barba. He silently thanked her, unable to form words of his own.

The doctor looked between them both, taking his dear sweet time to answer. Barba wanted to throttle him. “Miss Motely is out of surgery and is in recovery. It was touch and go there for a moment; she coded twice on the table. But we’ve done all we can; it’s up to her now.”

Barba’s stomach dropped to his feet, his heart fluttering in his chest. Devon died? Twice? He felt like his legs were going to give out any moment.

“Can I see her?” he whispered, voice barely audible. His throat was tight from lack of use, mouth dry.

“Not yet. Once she wakes up, then she can have visitors. Only one at a time, though,” the doctor informed him before turning and heading off to whatever else he needed to do.

Olivia must have sensed Barba’s legs giving out, because she wrapped his arm around her neck, helping walk him over to an unoccupied chair.

“She’s going to be okay, Rafa,” she whispered to him, squeezing his shoulder in support. He simply nodded, withdrawing back into himself, finding a new spot on the floor to stare at. She coded twice on the table, the doctor’s voice echoed in his head. Barba closed his eyes, one tear slipping down his cheek.

Mercy Hospital

Saturday, October 14th. 5:05am

Most of the SVU and FBI personnel left late the night before, after hearing the doctor’s words, asking to be kept informed on Devon’s condition. They would have stayed, but most had work the next day. Plus, they also heard the doctor say that only one person at a time could visit with Devon, and they knew that that time would be taken up by her boyfriend and close friends. Olivia was going to stay, but Sonny eventually convinced her to leave, citing that she had a child at home to take care of, and that he’d call her the moment Devon woke up. Besides, Sonny had the time; he was the one who shot the man that shot Devon, so he was off work while IAB investigated. Though, Tucker had already all but assured him that he would be cleared; there was enough witnesses to the shooting to know that Sonny had made a good shoot, even with the previous pressure from the public about police brutality. So, Barba and Sonny were left in the waiting room. Sonny had left at some point, but came right back, laptop and textbooks in hand.

“Might as well do homework,” he joked to Barba who made no inclination that he heard. Barba was still staring at the floor. Sonny wasn’t sure if the man had even blinked. He knew that he needed to break Barba out of his withdraw, but he had been unsuccessful. He tried asking the most obvious questions about law, quoted things incorrectly, even tried to justify the Ted Bundy murders. But nothing made the ADA so much as glance at the detective. He soon gave up, resigning to do his work in silence. He couldn’t imagine what the older man must be feeling. He sent a silent prayer for Devon, then turned his focus to the upcoming bar exam.

Barba had decided to distract his mind from that sentence—she coded twice on the table—by trying to bring up every detail about Devon he could think of. He started with physical, the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder when she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she was being mischievous, the way she tapped her fingers against her leg when she was nervous. He loved the way she bit her bottom lip when she was waiting for him to answer her. He loved the way she scrunched up her nose when he made a bad joke. He loved the way she dragged her nails over his skin when they were in the bedroom together, loved the way she sighed contently when he pulled her in for a deep kiss.

He thought about how often she worked, even on her days off. How many times they had been relaxing on the couch, only for her to answer Olivia’s call, or the rare call from Jenkins. He thought about the few times he overheard her talking to victims, whether on the phone or in the precinct. There were even a few times she helped talk to witnesses he had to prep from trial. Hell, even when they went for a walk in the park, she’d help someone whose dog had gotten loose, or gave money to a homeless person, or helped an elderly lady across the street….

I can’t live without her, he realized suddenly. But God, wasn’t that the most selfish thought he ever had? She got stabbed because of him, lost sleep because of him, was shot and died twice during surgery because of him; how the hell could he possibly be thinking of himself at a time like this?

“Mr. Barba?” a nurse called from the entryway. His head snapped up, eyes locking on the woman. “Miss Motely is awake and asking for you.” He hesitated for the briefest of moments, before Barba abandoned the chair, almost rushing past the nurse in his hurry to get to her room, to see Devon, to make sure she was still alive, selfish or not.

Mercy Hospital

Saturday, October 14th. 6:00am

Devon had her eyes closed, though she was awake, alert—well, as alert as she could be with the amount of morphine pumping through her system. It was enough that she didn’t really feel any pain; her mind was floating a little, and she found it hard to focus. She slowly opened her eyes, though, when she heard the door to her room open, Rafael Barba peeking in. She smiled sheepishly, as if she had been caught doing something embarrassing.

“Hey,” she whispered, the loudest she could be, really. She felt weak, tired. Not shocking all things considered. She didn’t remember much, though; she remembered a man at the bottom of the stairs, him aiming a gun at Barba, a pain in her shoulder—

“Hey,” he croaked out, voice not much louder than hers. He came into her room fully, closing the door behind him. He pulled the visitor chair closer to her bed, then sat down gently, eyes never leaving her face. That was when the tears formed, making Barba’s green eyes brighter. He reached out and enveloped her pale hand in his big, warm one, and squeezed her gently.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, tears now stinging her eyes. “I’m okay.”

He smiled, relief evident in his face, as well as a fear that Devon could disappear any moment. “I almost lost you,” he murmured, tears really falling now, on both of their faces.

“But you didn’t.”

They sat like that for what seemed like forever, holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes, silently crying in relief that they were still here, still together.

“This is all my fault—”

Devon cut him off, “don’t you dare blame yourself for this, Rafael. It’s not your fault some bastard tried to shoot you.”

He sniffled. “But it is. I knew that taking that case could result in that, in this. And I let you come to the office today, to-to protect me—”

“You didn’t let me do anything. I took the day off willingly. I went to your office with the intention of protecting you. And I did exactly that; you’re safe, you’re okay. That’s all I ever want, Rafi, is for you to just be safe….”

Barba sat there, staring at his lover’s face, trying to look for anything, for the smallest sign that she was lying, that she really hated him, blamed him for this. But all he found was love in her eyes; love and a profound relief that he was okay. He squeezed her hand tighter, and she flipped hers over, interlacing their fingers and squeezing him back.

“So, about dinner…” Devon started, trying to break the tension.

Barba chuckled, shaking his head. He wiped his face, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I think you’re stuck with shitty hospital food for a while, Cariño.”

“Ugh,” she said, leaning her head back on the pillows in mock exasperation. “Sneak me in some good food?”

“I’ll try, mi amor,” he raised her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently, his heart full.

Devon gave him one of her sweet smiles, and he swore he melted right then. How could he ever have lived without her? He silently thanked every God he could think of for not taking his love from him, not yet.

“At least there’s one good thing about all of this,” Devon said.

Barba furrowed his brow. “Please enlighten me, because I think this is possibly the worst thing to ever happen.”

Devon nodded. “True, it’s not…great. But I will be able to spend more time at home for a while. At least half a year, probably longer.”

“And you, of all people, are okay with that?”

It was true; Devon had trouble staying still. Even on her days off, she was normally out doing something, dropping by SVU or Barba’s office. The only time she was content with staying home was on the rare occasion that they both had a day off.

“I mean, I’m going to have to be. Besides paperwork, there’s not much I can do with a bullet hole in my shoulder and a reconstructed rib. No field work for a bit,” she replied.

Barba nodded; he knew she was going to be a homebody for a while. Which was fine with him. As much as they both supported each other, pushed each other in their careers, he was always afraid when she went out that door; afraid that she wouldn’t come back. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was glad she’d be safe at home, even if she went mad with boredom.

“We’ll have to find something for you to do. Maybe you can help me with trials or help SVU with something, like consultations…we’ll talk to Liv about it,” he suggested.

“And besides, now I can be around to protect you,” she joked, grinning. But her smile faded as she saw the pain flicker across Barba’s face.

“You’re not working. Not for a while,” he ordered in a tone that said that she would not be able to argue against it. At least, not anytime soon.

Devon agreed begrudgingly, and Barba stood, making up his mind. “I’m going to go grab a coffee, call Liv and let Carisi visit, if you’re up for it? I’ll be back in right after.” Devon agreed again, and Barba left, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. He was reluctant to leave her, but he knew that others would want to visit, too.

Sonny was relieved to see some of the life coming back into the counselor as he re-entered the lobby. “You’re up,” he told the detective. Once Sonny headed down the hallway, Barba called Olivia.

“Hey, Liv. Devon’s awake; you can come visit her. But first, I need you to pick something up from my loft.”

Mercy Hospital

Saturday, October 14th. 3:30pm

Sonny didn’t visit long—he started with a reenactment of the shooting, then into a spiel about how everyone was happy Devon was okay, and ended with needing to study for an exam—and Olivia showed up at the tail end of it. She handed Barba the thing that he had asked for, which he tucked into the inner jacket pocket of his suit. She then made her way to Devon’s room. This visit lasted longer, ending around lunchtime. When Olivia came out, she told Barba, to his dismay, that Devon had fallen asleep.

“She needs her rest to recover fully,” Liv explained. He knew that already, but his skin was on fire, his heart pounding, wanting to see her again. It was a different kind of buzzing than before; he knew she was alive, that she was going to be okay. Now, he just wanted to see her, talk to her. If Devon coding twice on the operating table showed him anything, it was that life was short, and that he needed to speak his mind sooner rather than later, selfish or not.

He waited a few hours until he couldn’t wait any longer. He got up from the waiting room chair and made his way to her room. He cracked open the door as quietly as he could, shuffling in and closing it softly behind him. Devon was still laying in the bed, dozing softly, chest rising and lowering slowly. The only sounds in the room were the whirling and buzzing of the machinery checking her vitals and the lights softly humming above them.

Barba sat in the chair by her bed, watching her sleep. Devon’s face had regained some of its color since waking up that morning—something about hospital beds made people look much paler than they were--but he was glad to see a rosy-ness in her cheeks that wasn’t there before. Her thick brown hair was a mess around her. Her eyes were fluttering lightly, as if dreaming, her mouth slightly ajar, a thin line of drool at the corner of her mouth. Barba could watch her sleeping forever, even with the nervous buzzing in his mind; she looked so peaceful, so relaxed. The only thing out of place was the hospital sheets and pillow, not their bed, their pillows. Plus, her left arm in the bright blue sling, bruise already forming from the surgery, peeking out from the neck of her gown. He was hoping that she didn’t have to stay here too long, that he could take her home soon, dote on her in the comfort of their own place. He was definitely taking time off, no matter what McCoy said.

He sat there, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing for about an hour, his nerves ebbing away, feeling fully at peace listening to the music of her asleep, watching her chest rise and fall softly, a stark reminder that she was here, that she was alive. Finally, her eyelids fluttered before fully opening.

“Morning,” she said groggily, yawning. She raised her right arm above her head, stretching, then attempted to scoot her butt back, sitting up.

“Afternoon,” he replied back, smiling.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep—I wanted to see you again—”

Barba held up a hand. “No need to apologize. Sleep is good. You should do it more. I’ve been telling you that for almost two years now.”

“Oh god, it has been two years, hasn’t it?” she grinned, smacking her forehead. Indeed, in three months, it would be two years since they met in a dingy bar. They had been dating for a year and a half. It somehow seemed like they had always been together, but also like they were still in the beginning stages. They had never left the “honeymoon” stage, Devon supposed; they were still very much infatuated with each other. She wasn’t sure if that was a testament to how deeply they cared for each other, or with how little they actually saw each other; out of the year and a half, they may have actually spent about a year together. Even so, Devon couldn’t imagine spending her time with anyone else.

Barba chuckled, but then his face changed. His eyes were sparkling, those piercing green eyes locked with hers. His grin faded, but he still looked happy, content. Devon furrowed her brow; she’d never seen this look before, wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. There was a familiarity in it, some sort of barely suppressed excitement which only confused Devon more. He put his hand on the bed next to hers, palm up; a silent question. Devon instantly moved her hand into his and he closed his around hers, his thumb tracing patterns over the back of her hand.

“I love you, Devon,” he started, voice soft, but strong. Unwavering, confident, as if he were born to say them. “Yesterday, I thought that I had all the time in the world to tell you, to show you how much I loved you, in every sense of the word. Then, I learned that that was a foolish thought, something that I should—both of us—should know, should expect in our professions. So, instead of painstakingly planning for the perfect moment, something I’ve been doing for months, by the way, I’m just going to do this now.”

Speech finished, Barba scooted out of the chair, dropping to one knee beside her. Tears sprung instantly to Devon’s eyes. “Are you kidding me?” she breathed out.

Barba chuckled, eyes sparkling in the hospital lights. “Far from it.” He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand, pulling out a long, thin black box. He took his hand back from her grip, opening the box, and Devon gasped. Inside, nestled in red velvet, was a silver dagger, the hilt intricately carved with little roses, small gemstones laid in between the petals. It wasn’t a dagger for use, simply for show. An engagement dagger.

“Devon Motely, I can’t imagine my life without you; these past 24 hours have proven as much to me. There’s no better time to ask in my mind than right here, right now; will you marry me?” Barba asked, eyes searching hers. If he was going to be a selfish bastard, then fuck it, he was going to go full selfish.

Her hand was shaking as she laid there in shock, a smile already tugging at her lips. “Yes. Of course, I will. Do you even need to ask?”

The smile that broke across Barba’s face could provide light for the whole city. “Well, that’s generally how it works,” he replied. She smacked his arm with her free hand.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she said, grabbing at his collar. He chuckled, getting off the hard tile and leaning over her for a kiss. Devon felt all the love and affection that they shared for each other in that kiss. Her heart soared, head dizzy, unable to believe that she was going to be able to spend the rest of her life with him.

“I cannot believe you found an engagement dagger,” she murmured against his lips.

He pulled back, collapsing into the chair and reclosing the box, tucking it back in his jacket for safe keeping. He still had the goofy grin on his face; he didn’t think it was going away anytime soon. “I actually found a small Rajput shop; turns out engagement daggers are still sometimes used in their culture.”

Devon had a matching grin. Devon Barba, she thought, liking the sound of it. She loved that he remembered such a little detail she said over a year ago; he knew she hated jewelry. Not only did rings—especially with gems—catch on things, but they were also dangerous in her job. It was like telling a perp “hey! I’m married, so if you need any leverage, just go after my loved ones!” But she also knew Barba. And, even more, she knew his mom.

“Don’t get me wrong; that dagger is gorgeous, and I absolutely love it. But Mama Barba would never accept that. Besides, I know that you’re old fashioned, too, baby,” Devon took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “After I’m released from this prison, we’ll go ring shopping, okay?”

“Are you sure? I know you hate rings, and I don’t care what mom—”

“I’m sure. And don’t you dare say you don’t care what your Mamí says!” she admonished.

Just then a nurse knocked, before coming in. She started checking Devon’s vitals, which Devon was sure showed a higher heart rate, seeing as she was still soaring. She was engaged! She looked at her fiancé—fiancé—and grinned. She realized that she was going to be able to wake up next to that face every morning, see it every day, lay next to it every night. She made up her mind then and there. She was going to retire from the Bureau. She refused to put her future husband through this kind of pain and torture ever again. And while she didn’t get this particular wound while working for the Bureau, it wasn’t a long shot from what could happen while undercover. What’s has happened a couple times since they started dating, even, though maybe not as severely. She didn’t know what she was going to do yet, but she didn’t care; as long as she got to spend the rest of her life with Rafael Barba, she felt like she could do anything.

[finleyjayne]

Living a Lie: Chapter 2

Thank you for everyone who helped with this fic, including the fantastic @2smittinkittin​, the wonderful beta for this chapter, and @kittykatlow​, who is still forever supportive.

Summary: Penelope Grace Darling: the name you live by, the only name the world remembers. That doesn’t keep the memories of Y/N out of your head. All you ever wanted to do was create a better world. You thought you were doing that until some unexpected visitors to your hometown turn your world upside down. Can you leave your past behind you in order to keep your loved ones safe? Or will your fragmented memories keep you from the truth?

Pairings: Past Winter Soldier/Reader, Plus sized!Reader. Slow burn Bucky Barnes/ Reader.

Warnings: Dub/Noncon, Rape, Kidnapping, human trafficking (referenced), Underage Rape, Swearing, PTSD, Anxiety attacks, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Non-consenting drug use, underage Drug use, Violence, Domestic Violence, I’m trying to remember what else comes later in the series.

This is a Dark Fic if you don’t like it, Don’t Read It!

Chapter 1

Looking genuinely confused as you try to place the name with the context, your eyes flipping between the four people who were now staring at you. Three highly amused with your confusion and one completely flabbergasted. “Daisy calm down a bit? I am apparently missing something here, and you yelling is definitely not helping me piece it together.”

  At this, Clint bends over himself, clutching his sides as his laughter rips through his chest. What a sexy laugh? Even though it’s at my expense. Nat smirks a little longer than her usual quick flashes. Wanda, ever the peacekeeper, extends her hand, “Hello, My name is Wanda, but I’m usually more recognized by my superhero name: The Scarlet Witch. These are my teammates and friends, Natasha, or The Black Widow, and Clint, also known as Hawkeye. It’s very nice to meet you, Penelope. We definitely appreciate the help with the shoes.”

As her sentences click in your brain, your eyes grow as big as your glasses’ rims. Your jaw pops open, “Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you, too?” You say with a nervous laugh, well, this is embarrassing. “Thank you for coming into our store. Daisy, don’t do anything stupid. I’m going to go grab my purse, and then I’m going to lunch.” you face still plastered with saucer-sized eyes as you slip through the curtains.

How could I not know who they were? I know I use Daisy and Bruce as my source of current events, but I should at least know the Avengers’ faces. You grab your purse, slinging it across your body before proceeding out the front door toward the little corner bakery. At least I didn’t act like a complete fool. Daisy is probably freaking out. I shouldn’t have left her alone with them, she’s going to eat them alive. Who am I kidding? They’ll be fine, they are the Avengers, they can handle an over-excited almost adult. 

Thankfully, lunch and the rest of your shift flew by without any other famous guests. Your nerves were on the fritz, though; it felt as if someone was watching you. No matter what you did, You just couldn’t relax. Every movement drew your attention. Every sound made you flinch. As Bruce came through the door, you burst at the seams with the need to make your escape. You threw a passing goodbye to your boss as you jogged to your car, not even sparing a moment to change the radio back to a public station. You were out of the parking lot and on the road in seconds, causing Gertrude to complain loudly. Fighting off the sharp edges of the panic that blistered your mind. Within two blocks, you were pulled over, hand clawing at your chest, sight wavering as you throw Gertrude into park. Before you can even think about counting the rails in the fence, your vision is black. 

“Пожалуйста, прекратите! [Please stop!]” The high-pitched scream echoes through the small, dark room. “Вам не нужно этого делать [You don’t need to do this].” a shock of pain courses over your back as a second resounding crack follows. 

“Тишина [SILENCE],” comes the cold order. “Вы говорите, когда я хочу, чтобы вы говорите! [You speak when I want you to speak!]” two more cracks and, after a second, two more blazing paths are scorching your skin. Confusion is mixed into the muddled neurons of your brain as you hear the metal door sliding open. 

Cautiously you lift your eyes, peering over your shoulder, only to be met by another crack that catches you across the cheek. With another bloodcurdling scream, you fall onto your freshly whipped back. Holding a cuffed hand to your sliced cheek, you meet the coldest pair of steel-blue eyes you have ever seen. “Этого достаточно. Они готовы к этому. [That’s enough. They are ready for it]” came the icy baritone through the black mask. 

    Your assailant scowls at the man. “Пациент не готов. [The subject is not ready]”

    The empty-eyed man ignores him as he steps closer to you. “Они готовы [they are ready],” he repeats. He reaches for your arm mechanically. It was as if he was only going through the motions without knowing what he was doing.

     You flinch from his extended right hand, cowering away. “Вам не нужно этого делать [You don’t need to do this].” comes the pleading voice that you realize is coming from you. 

     He continues forward, dragging you out of the room to the scream of the man you left behind. “Она не твоя [She is not yours]!”

     Sobbing into the steering wheel of your beloved clunker, you hold onto your thick sides. The black-rimmed, ice-filled eyes continue to hover in your peripheral as you come out of the onslaught of memories. It’s not real, I am in Utah, they are not here, he is not here. I am safe. Coulson promised I am safe. After eight more deep breaths, your thoughts are cut off by a peppy, upbeat melody sung by a flowy lyric-soprano. “I know you can hear this Penny, so pick up, or I’ll sing it higher.” As the melody repeats for the third time, you scramble to pick your phone up. 

    “Delilah, I hope you realize that the ringtone you made me is, in fact, the cruelest practical joke anyone has ever succeeded in pulling.” You snip the need to portray normalcy coming through in your irritation at one of your best friends. 

    “I loooove you too, darling.” came the cloying giggle from the other end of the line. “Taylor and I were just talking about the Stark expo that is opening tonight. Also, we haven’t heard from you in a couple of days. Please save me from going to this thing without you. You can interpret Tay’s wild ramblings for me, and you can get out of that dungeon you call a bedroom for a night! It’ll be fun! Pleeeeeeeease~.” 

You can see the bright amber puppy-dog eyes she was giving you through the phone. There was no way she would let you off the hook if Taylor was dragging her to the Expo. Knowing Taylor, they had probably pre-ordered three VIP passes months ago and had been secretly geeking out since, waiting to haul us to their favorite displays and setting up the perfect itinerary. But also in their excitement, forgot to tell us about it until now.  

With a sigh, you throw your head back onto the headrest. “I’m going whether or not I want to, aren’t I?”

“You know us so well,” came Taylor’s dark-tenor chuckle through the speaker. 

“Well, I’m headed to my appointment up there right now. If you want to meet me at the east entrance of the Salt Palace afterward...” You resign, glancing at the radio clock in the dash. “I should be done by the time you get there, but I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” Delilah squeals, and Tay’s hums in contentment. 

“See you there,” they both reply. “Drive safe, Drive smart.”

“You too. I’d suggest taking Trax if you can. The parking is gonna be a nightmare. I can take y’all home when we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan. See you there,” Tay calls through Lila’s squeals before hanging up.

Staring blankly through the window for a minute before turning on the radio and making your way back into heavy Utah traffic.  

An hour later, you pull into the large parking structure, running out of the car and into the blazing summer heat. Fucking Utah drivers. Unable to go a single day without causing some sort of preventable crash. Bursting into the large hospital, you clip your little identification tag before heading to the research lab where they run all their tests. Pulling your shoulders back as you scan your ID and pass the double doors that say: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

You follow the labyrinth of hallways to a small medical-exam room in the furthest corner of the buildings. X-rays, MRIs, and Photos were stuck to lightboards around the room. With a huff, you look away from the gruesome images, towards a devilishly-handsome blond clothed in SHIELD emblazoned shrubs and a University of Utah Hospital doctor’s coat. The modelesque picture on his ID not doing him justice. 

“Hello, Miss Darling, only ten minutes early. What happened, you get stuck in traffic?” His aggravatingly-nasal voice pierced through the sounds of him typing on his small laptop, reminding you just how much you dislike this man. 

“Yes, actually, Dr. Fenris. There were three crashes on I-15, and then there was a line of cars four miles long getting off for the Expo. I never realized that there was enough parking for that here.” I grit my teeth, plastering on my smile at his joke. 

“Well, I see no use dilly-dallying any further; if you’ll change into your gown and then sit on the exam table, we’ll start with that today, then we’ll head to the MRI and X-ray followed by your physical strength and endurance testing.” Dr. Fenris said as you grabbed the scratchy hospital gown off the end of the exam table and started changing. There is no use hiding your body, this man has seen every part of my it over the last four years since you’ve come back to the states. If you were honest with yourself, you would stop these useless exams. The longer they went, the worse you were being treated, and the more you get the feeling that something is wrong. It’s not like they were making any progress in making this “cure” that you are supposedly helping with. 

Gown on, you sit on the bed. Legs dangling off the floor slightly as you wait for Fenris to finish whatever he is typing. As he turns his attention to you with a smirk, a wicked glint enters his eye. “Look at that; just as predicted, your healing time has decreased since the last time you got an abrasion. This week we’re going to analyze how your platelets are going to react to different poisons.”

Looking at him cautiously, you move the slightest bit away from his seat.

“Oh silly, we are going to do it in the lab. Just a couple of vials of blood from you are needed. For now, at least.” He placates jovially, pulling out a tray of vials and a winged phlebotomy kit. 

You warily keep your eye on him as he comes around to the side of the table. Right as he’s about to stick you, a knock comes at the door. You look at the doctor surprised. He just gives a tight smile, showing a tight smile as he turns to the door, opening it. “Dr. Banner, I didn’t think you were going to come in today.” the jittery surprise made evident his cheerful mask. 

“I wasn’t planning on it. Then I noticed that the subject of your tests was going to be in today and couldn’t help but want to see her for myself.” responded the gentle-looking man with salt and pepper hair and black-rimmed, nerd glasses. “My name is Dr. Bruce Banner. I am here to check on the status of Dr. Fenris’ research.” 

“Hey,” you say with an awkward little wave, “I’m Penelope, but I guess you knew that already since I am his research,” you can’t help the self-deprecating chuckle and tight smile that follow Dr. Banner’s staring. “You just got to his favorite part. Fenris here was just about to stab me like Vlad the Impaler.” Your anxiety at Fenris’ obvious joy from your pain showing slightly.

Dr. Banner looked at you with complete horror. Turning to Dr. Fenris with a look of disgust. “I should hope not. It would be disappointing if this project were to stop. There is great potential for new knowledge and understanding here.”

Giggling slightly at the furious look Fenris throws you, your chest releases. “It was one time, Ms. Darling. And you healed before you even left the hospital.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t do it again, Dr. we-are-testing-your-platelets’-reaction-to-poisons-this-week. I feel like my cautiousness is well deserved, and I still hate needles,” you pout. “Now, if you’ll hurry up and stick me so we can get this over with. I’m supposed to be going to the Stark expo thingy. Gotta play the interpreter between my friends. Though, I’m pretty sure they are just using that excuse to get me to go with them.” 

Dr. Banner chuckled awkwardly as you turn to him, trying to ignore the deplorable doctor to your right. “Anyway, how hopeful are you for this research Dr. Banner? Are you going to the Expo? I hear that they will be talking about the new renewable resource cells Stark Industries is working on. I hope that they are planning on making them powerful enough to bring about an electric car. There are just too many oil refineries around here to be healthy. I personally would hop on that electric car bandwagon if there was one affordable and efficient.”

As you rambled, two large sterile culture bottles and six smaller tubes are filled with your blood. Dr. Banner keeps out of the way as Fenris goes about testing your reflexes and taking measurements of your leg, inspecting the other doctor’s work before Looking at the pictures, and medical imaging on the wall. “How long ago were these pictures taken?” He finally asks, pointing to the first set of photographs. Your leg was utterly ravaged, exposing the metal skeleton while the flesh looked like it was used as a cougar’s chew toy. 

“Four years.” I wince, remembering the carnage that Fury and Coulson had found me in. “Almost to the day.” 

“And this one?” gesturing to the next picture; muscle and tendon now in some sense of a sinewy leg. The skin overlying the fragile tissues without much scar tissue. 

“Two weeks later. The next is two weeks after that. I can tell you that growing pains are indeed worth all the crying that children do over them.” You joke, looking at the almost normal looking appendage in the picture, then at the more tone,d version currently attached to your body. 

“Can you feel it? When did it start?” You could tell that Banner’s questions were from a scientific fascination that made you smirk. He looked kind of like a little boy set loose in a candy store; intrigued, and full of genuine curiosity.

“I can’t really feel it, but my brain started to connect to it a few months after the initial accident. I am kinda glad I can’t feel it though. Getting back feeling all at once makes ‘pins and needles’ look like child’s play. Though according to Dr. Fenris, my body is apparently fully healed, and I could get the feeling back any second.” 

“Have you had today’s scans? Can I see them?”

“Not yet. That comes after the blood draw today, Then it’s time for some superhero training. Apparently, it’s not enough to take all my healing into account. I’m also being studied as a Superhuman… Fenris here likes to refer to me as a Supersoldier. I don’t really see how that fits since I never was technically a soldier-” 

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind me accompanying you, we can see what you can do. Who knows maybe by the end of today you’ll be vetted into the Avengers.”

“I don’t think that will be a possibility, Dr. Banner. I don’t think SHIELD is a big fan of my existence. I am only useful as a lab rat.”

The man looks to Fenris through the corner of his eye. “Is that right? I have a feeling many things about this research are going to be changing,” a deep undertone of discontent laced through the Dr.’s words. 

Throughout the next hour, more medical tests are done. By the time we are back into the little exam room, you are full of pent up energy. Now was your favorite part of these appointments. You get to actually use some of the ‘powers’ that You were given. You could set yourself free.

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Birthday Sex | A Kuroo/Bokuto/Akaashi/Kenma/f! Reader

A/N: Literally the most self indulgent one-shot I’ve ever written in my life, for God’s sake like this was straight out of a fantasy I had. Tags/Warnings: Smut, spanking, pet play, creampie, dom/sub roles, anal, role play, gangbang (?)

“Tetsu-kun, I’m home!”

(Name) slipped off her tennis shoes at the door, pushing them neatly in line with an assortment of men’s and women’s shoes. She peered down the hall, looking for a sign of her boyfriend.

To celebrate Kuroo’s birthday, the couple had invited over their closest friends for dinner. But, for how soon they should be arriving, it concerned her that her boyfriend didn’t seem to be home.

“Tetsu? Are you home?” she called out, still receiving no reply.

Narrowing her eyes, she hung up her coat and set down her bags— which, included the present she had picked out for her boyfriend. She walked down the hallway and turned into the kitchen.

It had been obvious he had started preparing dinner, and a pink sticky note was stuck to their usual barren fridge.

‘Ran to the store—

Something in the bedroom for you ;)’

She quirked an eyebrow, taking the note off while walking to the bedroom. It was his birthday, so why was he getting her things?

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, it was pitch black, the light from the hall shining in enough for her to make something out on the bed. She reached for the light switch, flipping it before emitting a small gasp. Her face turned beet-red.

Neatly laid out on the bed, there was a maid’s outfit that left little for the imagination. On top of it were matching black lace stockings, a simple red collar with a bell on it, and black cat ears. She noticed a small notecard placed on top of it, and immediately recognized her boyfriend’s writing.

‘Hi Kitten,

I hope you remembered our little talk a few days ago. It’s okay if you change your mind, but I definitely would like you to put a little show on for us tonight. Mostly me, of course.

P.S. remember my name, or else ;*’

Her eyes widened, recalling what their recent conversation was about. He’d asked her how she felt about trusted people watching them do their thing, and even possibly bringing them into their intimate moments. She agreed, as long as they both trusted whoever it was coming into their private space. But, it occurred to her that it was three other  people coming tonight— Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma. The thought of them also getting in on the action riled her up, causing her to press her thighs together.

She sighed, realizing that Kuroo would never force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, and the moment she said the safe word it would be stopped. Plus, the idea of being a cute little kitten maid for all her master’s  friends enticed her.

This was going to be an interesting night.

Changing into the maid costume with Kuroo’s favorite lingerie set underneath, she realized it  left nothing for the imagination. The fluffy skirt of the dress just barely sat beneath the curve of her ass, threatening to flash her lacy panties with one wrong move. The front dipped down enough for her cleavage to be on full display, daring to expose her bra underneath. She glanced in the mirror, her face flushing as she saw how scandalous it was. She sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on the stockings, and afterwards clipped each ear onto either side of her hair. Lastly, she had to put on the color.

Her fingers grazed over the nice leather, when she realized there was something engraved into it. It said ‘Property of Kuroo Testsurou’ , causing her face to flush more. But, she heard the front door open, and quickly fumbled to get the collar around her neck.

“Oh, where is my kitten~? I was expecting her waiting for me, is she hiding?”

She peeked her head out the bedroom door to see Kuroo standing at the entryway, seemingly waiting for her. Slowly, she stepped out into the light and walked towards him, twiddling her thumbs in front of her while keeping her eyes trained to the ground. He could hear the bell on her collar quietly jingle as she approached which caused him to chuckle.

“Ah, are you being shy? There’s no need, it’s just me,” he said, bring his hand up to brush her cheek, “You look very beautiful, by the way.”

“Th— Thank you, master,” she said, remembering his instructions, “And, happy birthday, of course.”

She finally brought her eyes up to meet his, gazing into them as they crinkled lightly with his smile. On the other hand, she was staring at him wide-eyed, an obvious blush not leaving her cheeks. He gently brought her in for a quick peck on the lips before breaking away.

“Thank you, kitten. Now, could you bring the groceries to the kitchen for me? I’m going to change, and then we can finish preparing dinner together,” he said smoothly, holding the two paper bags out for her to take.

She nodded, grabbing them and letting a small grunt out when she realized one was significantly heavier than the other. He smiled at her, brushing past her to the bedroom as she moved the bags to the kitchen. Peering into the heavy one, she realized it weight was due to its contents of alcohol.

As she was finishing putting away the groceries, she felt Kuroo wrapping her arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re very tense, (Nickname), are you that nervous? Or, are you just that turned on~,” he said, dropping to a seductive whisper for the last sentence.

“Oh, you,” she said, playfully poking his cheek, “Yes, I’m nervous, Tetsu. Not only am I wearing a skimpy maid costume, but I’m about to be presented to our high school friends like this. You told them about this, right?”

His fingers brushed her thigh before his hand quickly came down hard on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp in pain.

“That’s my first and final warning for not addressing me properly. And yes, they know what they’re in for. Well, mostly. The maid costume is a bit of a surprise,” he chuckled darkly.

She spun around in his grasp, pushing him away before crossing her arms. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked up at him.

“My color is red . Kuroo Tetsurou, you invited three of our friends over without explaining to them about this ?” she said, motioning to her maid outfit, “You are going to scare them . They are going to be so flustered—!”

“ Hey ,” he said, placing his hand behind her neck to silence her with a kiss, “It’ll be alright. Kenma actually helped me pick out the dress for you. I was just teasing, they know, they know.”

“Can’t I just, like, change into this afterwards? How am I supposed to even address them? Should I also call them master?”

“ No. That name is reserved for me and only me,” he said, narrowing his eyes slightly, “And, just refer to them by their names. Use formal honorifics, of course. Do this for me, pretty please ? You’re so cute when you give me puppy dog eyes when you’re begging for my—”

“Tetsu!” she exclaimed, “Fine. My light is green.”

With that, they continued prepping dinner together, an occasional teasing remark being slung at (Name). She would only roll her eyes in response (with her eyes closed, of course, couldn’t risk punishment this early into the night). She set the dining room table for the night, and set out glasses for the booze. Eventually, (Name) shooed Kuroo out of the kitchen to finish cooking dinner on her own, surprisingly with no protest from him. Soon, everything was ready, and she was nervously sitting on the couch next to Kuroo, legs neatly tucked under her as she focused on playing with her thumbs again.

He must’ve noticed that her nerves hadn’t gone, so he brought his hand up to her back, rubbing soft circles into her shoulders. She seemed to ease into his touch, looking a bit calmer than before.

The doorbell suddenly rang, causing her to jump slightly and look up to Kuroo with big eyes.

“Go on and greet our guests, kitten. I’ll be right behind you,” he said, motioning for her to walk to the door.

He quite literally was right behind her, hands on her hips slightly under her dress. She was already flustered enough as it was, but Kuroo has to dig his thumb under the band of her panties and snap it. She let out a soft whine before finally unlocking the door and swinging it open.

“Hey, hey... Hey?!” Bokuto exclaimed, eyes landing on (Name), “Oh, wow .”

“Kou, stop ogling his girlfriend. (Surname)-san, don’t mind him too much,” Akaashi said, lightly swatting the back of his boyfriend’s head with an envelope, “Anyway, happy birthday Kuroo-san. We got this for you.”

He held the envelope out towards Kuroo, but he made no motion to grab it. Quickly, (Name) got the gist and grabbed it for him. She clutched it to her chest, bowing deeply.

“C— Come in, Bokuto-san and Akaashi-san. Make yourself at home,” she said, stuttering while a deep blush flooded her cheeks.

Kuroo wrapped an arm around her waist as they stepped to the side to let the couple in. They shed their shoes and coats, before (Name) stepped forward.

“I can hang your coats for you,” she said softly, holding out an arm.

The two exchanged a look of sorts before obliging, draping the coats over her arm. She left to go hang them in the closet across the hall, leaving the three boys alone momentarily.

“Kuroo... you have her referring to us so formally . I was... not expecting this,” Bokuto said, looking over to his raven-haired friend, “Is she comfortable with all this?”

“If she wasn’t, she’d tell us. (Name)’s just playing shy, that’s all. Come on, let’s wait for Kenma in the living room,” he replied cooly.

His friends followed him, and soon (Name) entered the living room. She was about to sit next to Kuroo on the couch before he gently grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap. She softly gasped in surprise, but situated herself on his knee while folding her hands in her lap. Akaashi sat on the chair adjacent to the couch while Bokuto sat in opposite corner of the couch.

They soon fell into small talk, and Kuroo thankfully felt (Name) relax further. He was mindlessly stroking her thigh, occasionally squeezing it. She sat there though, letting the tension flee from her body. She only spoke when addressed, following the normal rules the Kuroo had set for her in this state. It was easy, and Bokuto nor Akaashi was acting phased by it in any way.

“So, is this a regular occurrence between you two, or what? Keiji never let’s me do this type of stuff with him, although he occasionally will dress up and wear a skirt for me,” Bokuto asked, looking curiously at Kuroo and (Name) before smirking as his boyfriend.

“Well, yes and no. This is the first time she’s ever dressed up for me like this, and it’s the first time we’ve allowed other people to see. But, we regularly use the names in the bedroom, even punishment if she’s being a little brat ,” he said, lightly smacking her thigh, “Which, to no surprise, she’s usually like that. I honestly think she gets off on it.”

“Do not!” she suddenly squeaked, blushing a furious shade of red.

“Ah, is that talking back I hear?” Kuroo mumbled darkly, using his hand to turn her head towards him.

She widened her eyes, nervously glancing to the other men in the room. They were only watching curiously as the scene unfold before them. Kuroo tapped into her cheek with his fingers to redirect her attention back to him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. Did you just now talk back to me?” he repeated himself.

“N— No, master,” she mumbled, barely audible.

“I can’t hear you kitten,” he said, a smirk now on his lips.

“No, master!” she said loud enough for everyone to hear, using all her strength to not tear her gaze away and bury her face in her hands.

To her avail, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” she blurted out, standing up and straightening her dress as best as possible.

Kuroo chuckled as she scurried away with her bell jingling, looking over to Bokuto and Akaashi. They two looked astonished at what had unfolded before them, definitely turned on . God, how were they expecting to last through dinner if the two were gonna act like that ?

(Name) greeted Kenma at the door, bowing deeply and addressing him in the same formal way.

“Kuro put you up to this, didn’t he? Ugh, if you’re gonna call me anything, just call me Kenma-san,” he said, finally looking up from his phone and giving (Name) a once over, “Oh, the dress does looks very... nice on you.”

She muttered a small ‘thank you’ while bowing slightly, taking his jacket and hanging it up with the others. Kenma joined the other boys in the room with a small blush dusting his cheeks, waving and giving his greetings.

Dinner went by fairly uneventful, (Name) engaging in small talk but still extremely embarrassed from what had happened before.  Kuroo would not ease up on the playful jabs here and there, thus not giving her even a moment to cool down. Her usual sassy demeanor was very subdued for the fact she was not sure what Kuroo would do as a punishment if she jabbed back. He seemed to enjoy the attention she was receiving from his friends a little more than her, almost prideful of flaunting his girlfriend.

While they were eating cake, that’s when Kuroo decided to make (Name) put on a show.

“Kitten,” he cooed, swiping some frosting from his slice onto his fingers, “Why don’t you clean my fingers?”

He waved his point and middle finger in front of her face, which were globbed over with the creamy frosting. She nervously glanced around before she felt his fingers pressed to her lips.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said lowly, the words almost rumbling in his chest.

She tentatively gave his fingers a few kitten licks (staying true to her pet name) before wrapping her mouth around them. Slowly, she took them in to the knuckle, sucking and swirling her tongue around the appendages. Once she felt they were thoroughly cleaned, she opened her mouth and pulled away, a line of drool still connecting her tongue and his fingers.

Kuroo barely held back his groans, because damn . His girlfriend was hot.

“We should probably clean up the table. (Nickname)-chan, can you start gathering the dishes? I’m going to take care of the leftovers,” he said as nonchalantly as he could for the growing erection in his jeans.

She muttered a quick ‘yes, master’ before gathering dishes off the table. Kenma stood up though, grabbing his own bowl and plate.

“I’ll help her,” he said, trailing behind her to the kitchen.

She started rinsing dishes and placing them in the dishwasher while Kenma brought them to her. While she was cleaning though, Kuroo brushed past her and flicked up the back of her skirt, causing her to yelp in surprise. A furious blush found its way back onto her cheeks as she tried to focus on finishing with the dishes.

Kenma watched the ordeal with a soft blush on his own face before turning to (Name). He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he looked to her.

“Kuro has not let up on you the whole night, has he?” he asked, looking at her curiously.

She gently closed the dishwasher, looking back to see Akaashi walked into the kitchen as she nodded in response to Kenma.

“This is... very embarrassing and,” she glanced over to the dining room, seeing Kuroo and Bokuto laughing loudly in their own conversation, “he’s not helping, no.”

“It’s because we’re just watching, isn’t it? Of course, I would also be shy if I was on full display like Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san is putting you on. We think it’s adorable though, don’t worry,” Akaashi said, mentioning a nickname from their high school days.

He brushed up to (Name), closing the distance rather quickly. She backed up into the counter, now pinned between it and Akaashi. Staring wide-eyes up at him, he lightly pinched her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, tonight is going to be enough to forget about all your embarrassment. Also, Kuroo filled us all in on your safe words, so if it’s ever too much, don’t hesitate to tell us.”

She nodded, before glancing over to see Bokuto and Kuroo staring at them. She became flustered again, bringing up her hands to her face to hide her blush.

“Hey, hey, Akaashi! You tryna start without us?” he exclaimed, a pout on his lips, “Not fair!”

“No,” he smirked back, “I’m just giving a pep-talk from one bottom to another. She’s so nervous, and you two aren’t helping.”

She let out a squeak of embarrassment, hiding her face in Akaashi’s chest. He casually wrapped an arm around her, placing a hand on the small of her back as he pulled her away from the counter.

“Who, me?!” Bokuto said, pointing a finger towards Kuroo, “It’s been her boyfriend the whole night!”

Akaashi chuckled at his boyfriend’s antics and started whisking (Name) away to the bedroom.

“Alright, but I’m getting first dibs on her. You two would destroy her in one fell sweep,” he called out, hearing they’re footsteps behind him.

The boys fighting over her caused her arousal to pool rather quickly, and in attempt to quell her desires she began rubbing her thighs together. Akaashi’s hands found themselves resting on her hips, and he narrowed his eyes as he dug his fingers into them.

“Are you trying to please yourself? No, no, none of that. You have to last for Kuroo-san.”

She whined, but obliged and stopped creating friction for herself. Bokuto soon was besides Akaashi, side-eying his boyfriend.

“So, what? You get first dibs?” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Boys, boys, settle down. I’m sure she’d be happy to take both of you at once,” Kuroo said, popping his head between them with a smirk on his face, “Kitten, be sure to listen to them. You’ll get the same punishment as you’d get with me if you disobey them.”

“Yes, master,” she said breathlessly, pressing herself back into Akaashi’s chest, “What would you like, sir?”

“Kneel,” Akaashi said before placing a hand on her shoulder and helping push her to her knees.

She let herself fall with a soft thump as her knees hit the ground. Her hands reached for Akaashi’s jeans first, but were redirected when he side stepped in order for Bokuto to stand in front of her. She slowly began undoing his pants, him watching her with a hungry gaze. Once the zipper was undone, she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and gently tugged them to his knees. His erection was very visible through his tight briefs, causing her to blush furiously. He was rather large, a bit more girth to his compared to Kuroo’s. She gulped, bringing her fingers to gently fiddle with his waistband.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, cutie? You scared ?” Bokuto said, staring her down with a cocky grin and his huge golden eyes.

She brought one of her hands to cup his erection through the frantic, running her hand slowly across it. A low rumble came from him, and he took the liberty of shoving his briefs off, his erection springing free in front of her face. Her eyes widened as she retreated her hands, looking up at him with big puppy eyes.

“Cat got your tongue? I though Kuroo would’ve taught you to respond when spoken to,” he purred, settling his hand in the back of her hair.

She gulped again, eyes traveling down and landing on his dick.

“It’s— it’s big,” she whispered, coaxing a small laugh from Bokuto.

“You’ll get used to it,” Akaashi shrugged, unzipping his own jeans.

Boluto prodded his member at her lips, and she began to experimentally lick along his shaft. She sucked on the tip and tasted his precum, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into his scalp. He took the opportunity to push slowly into her mouth, getting halfway before stopping.

“You okay, princess?” he said, half moaning while gripping her hair.

Her jaw was already aching from the stretch, but she nodded as much as she could. Bokuto pushed the rest of the way in, her nose brushing the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft. She was gagging slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She tapped on his thigh, signifying she was running out of air. He released her, causing her to gasp for breath, but it was short lived as he reentered her mouth. Luckily for her, he set a slow and steady pace, allowing her to bob up and down his length comfortably.

“Bokuto, there’s no need to hold back. She can handle it,” Kuroo suddenly piped up from across the room, strewn across the chair in the corner.

She glanced over with worry, seeing her boyfriend sitting there lazily stroking his own erection, a smirk across his face. Bokuto suddenly slammed into her throat, causing her to gag and slobber all over his dick. He set a grueling pace, grunting with each thrust into her mouth. Her hands found the back of his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth, makeup smudging along with it.

“Don’t— Don’t spill a drop,” he said between grunts, signifying her of his upcoming orgasm.

He slammed one last time as deep as he could into her mouth, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat. It filled her mouth quickly, but she forced herself to swallow as much as possible. Some dribbled out onto her chin, but she was quick to lick it off, and opened her mouth wide to show Bokuto for good measure.

“Good girl,” he smirked, panting hard and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

It wasn’t long before another dick was prodding at her mouth. This time, she looked up to see Akaashi.

He was thankfully not as girthy as Bokuto was, allowing her to easily maneuver around it. She swirled her tongue around his tip and began to suck up and down his length, taking note that he was slightly sweeter tasting than Bokuto. More tears streamed down her face as she deep throated Akaashi, causing him to moan loudly.

“F— Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “You’re good at this.”

She went back to focusing on his tip, stroking the rest of his slicked length with her hand. Her sucking coaxed grunts and moans from him as he rocked his hips with her movements. She looked up to see Bokuto kissing up his neck slowly before biting down harshly, causing him to groan aloud.

“You think you can swallow my cum too? I’d hate to ruin your dress,” Akaashi asked, petting her head.

In response, she sucked even harder before resuming deep throating him, causing him to twitch in her mouth. He was groaning between pants before pressing himself into her mouth and emptying his load into it. She tried to swallow as much as possible, but she couldn’t, and more than a few drops dribbled out down her chin.

She quickly tried to scoop it back into her mouth with her fingers, but Bokuto grabbed her hand to stop it, crouching down to her level and staring at the white substance. He took the liberty of licking the substance off slowly, before kissing her harshly and shoving the remains into her mouth.

“Hmm, what should we do with you? You didn’t swallow it all,” he said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

Fear filled her eyes before she pressed her forehead to the floor, in a apologetic way. But, with how short her dress was, her ass was now on full display.

“Please! It— It was an accident! I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen a—again!” she exclaimed.

Bokuto looked at Kuroo, before shrugging.

“It’s your call on this one,” he said, folding his arms, “Your her boyfriend.”

“Stand up,” Kuroo called out, standing up as well while pulling his boxers and pants back on.

She slowly pushed herself up off the floor, eyes trained on Kuroo. He coaxed her to come to him with his fingers, staring at her intensely. Looking around the room, she realized that all eyes were on her. She hadn’t even noticed Kenma in the doorway, probably had been standing there for the whole ordeal.

“Yes master?” she said before yelping as Kuroo yanked the front of her dress up.

His thumb slid her panties to the side as he swiped two fingers against her slit, causing her to shudder as he gathered her fluids. He brought them up in front of his face, staring dully at the his now slightly shiny fingers.

“This doesn’t look very sorry to me. I’ve let too many things slide since we have guests over,” he said, eyes boring into her, “What’s your color?”

She knew exactly where this was headed, and couldn’t help but press her thighs together in excitement. Her face was completely flushed as she stared doe-eyed up at him, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“It’s... green,” she quietly said, looking at the floor.

Kuroo suddenly fell back into the chair, patting his lap. She gulped hard, stepping towards.

“Bend over my lap. Don’t make me wait,” he said lowly, looking at her with half lidded eyes.

She whines softly, but ultimately obliged. Her perky ass was in the air, skirt pushed up to expose the lace of her panties.

“God, you’ve soaked through,” he said, staring at the thin fabric covering her core, “Such a little slut, getting off on sucking other men’s dicks in front of your master. You want to be spanked, huh? You like the attention?”

He was softly rubbing her ass cheeks, squeezing every so often. She kept her eyes trained on the floor, avoiding the other men’s gazes.

“N— no,” she stuttered out, before yelping with the hard slap to her ass that followed.

“Wasn’t a question for you to answer, kitten. Now, be a good girl and count to ten.”

She prematurely winced as she awaited the first hit, squinting her eyes shut. It hit her harder than the previous one, causing her to bite down hard on her lip as she whimpered.

“One,” she whined, clenching her fists until her knuckles were white.

“What do we say?” he said teasingly, lightly pinching her burning ass cheek.

It caused her to yelp, a flush of red flooding into her cheeks.

“Thank you, master,” she quietly mumbled.

He ran his fingertips gently across her exposed thighs before once again harshly snapping her cheek.

“Two! Thank you, master,” she quickly said, a little louder than the previous.

Bokuto was watching her carefully from a distance, before turning to Akaashi.

“Why don’t you do that for me, huh?” he said, playfully swatting his partner’s ass.

Akaashi only side-eyed him, before they heard another harsh slap and a gasp from (Name).

“Three! Ah, thank you master!”

“She didn’t even do anything relatively that bad, Kuro,” Kenma butted in, walking further into the room while watching his friend give another harsh slap to her ass, “Don’t you think this is a bit harsh?”

“Are you saying you’d like to take her place?” he said, smiling coyly while enunciating his word with yet another harsh slap to her ass, “I mean, she is getting significantly wet from this. I don’t think it’s as much as a punishment as she leads us to believe.”

“F— five, thank you, m— master,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard from the burning of her cheeks (face and bottom).

Kenma has a thoughtful look before he shrugged leisurely.

“Just thought we could get to the main event sooner, that’s all.”

Kuroo quirked his eyebrows before a devious grin spread across his face, and he decided to give the last five spankings sequentially, causing her to squeak and whimper from the intensity.

“Six— Ah, seven, m— master. Eight! N— nine! Ten! Thank— thank you, master,” she stuttered out with each slap, whimpering incessantly.

“There, happy? So impatient with my kitten. You did good, cutie pie,” he said, flipping over (Name) and cradling her in his arms, “Now, were gonna treat you real well.”

Kuroo carried her effortlessly to the large bed, setting her down on her back. He gave her small pecks from her mouth trailing down her neck, sucking harshly at her collarbone. Small moans and whimpers escaped her lips as his hands slid up the dress, flipping the front up onto her stomach.

“So naughty, wearing my favorite color lingerie,” he cooed, pressing two fingers to her clothed entrance, “And you’ve even soaked through them more? My, my, such a slutty kitten. Getting off on having so many men watch her get manhandled by her master.”

Being so focused on Kuroo, she didn’t even notice that Bokuto had slipped onto the bed. She felt his arms push her torso up to sit behind her, and his hands got to work on massaging her chest through her dress. It was certainly hard to keep her composure like this. The feeling of his re-hardened member grinding into her back only intensified the heat traveling directly to her core. Kuroo finally dug his fingers under the band of her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor. He removed his own shirt with it, then lowering himself back down to kiss her.

Akaashi was only in his boxers when he moved to help Bokuto push the sleeves of her dress of her shoulder to exposed her bra-clad chest. He pinched and prodded at her nipples through the lacy garment, causing a slew of moans to escape her mouth. Kuroo was teasing her lower regions with his mouth, nibbling at her thighs only to ghost over the part she wanted his mouth the most. It was frustrating, but with Bokuto’s arms holding back her own, she couldn’t grab his hair and pull him to the desired spot.

“P— Please,” she gasped, “Tetsu please .”

Akaashi dug under her bra and pinched both her nipples hard, seemingly retaliating for using Kuroo’s name. She whimpered with each tug and pull while Bokuto unclasped her bra, taking the sleeves of her dress off fully before flinging it to the floor. Her chest was now fully exposed, and Akaashi brought one of the buds into his mouth. Bokuto’s lips were attacking her neck with licks and soft bites, and she swore she was about to lose it if one of them didn’t fuck her in that moment.

“Oh~?,” Kuroo purred while looking up at her, fanning his breath over her throbbing pussy, “Use your words, kitten. I’m no mind reader.”

“Please, Tetsurou , please fuck me!” she cried out, balling her fists up into the sheets.

He chuckled lowly before ridding himself of his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from it’s confines. She was so focused on her lover, she yelped at the slick finger prodding her back entrance.

“I’m gonna wreck your back door, princess,” Bokuto whispered lowly into her ear before nibbling on it, finger circle around the tight hole.

Kenma finally got in on the action when he pushed two fingers past her plush lips, pressing down lightly on her tongue.

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?” he said, palming himself as he watched her close her lips around his fingers.

She couldn’t help but gasp when Bokuto finally slipped a finger into her hole, whining quietly at the unfamiliar sensation. At this point, with all the different sensations on her body happening at once, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Tetsu, I— I— This, it’s, ah~! ”

She was taken away from the other men by Kuroo suddenly, flipping on top of him to press her bare chest to his. His dick was pressed against her thigh, a copious amount of precum glistening on the tip. Their lips locked in a hot kiss, and he didn’t seem to mind her calling him by his given name.

Bokuto stuck another finger in her hole, her moan being swallowed up by Kuroo’s mouth. He was scissoring and stretching it with lube to prep her for his own length. Kuroo placed both hands on her hips, maneuvering her to just the tip of his member. She was panting when she broke from the kiss, whining quietly as he rubbed against her slit.

Slowly, Kuroo lowered her onto him, whimpers escaping her lips as his hips pressed flush against hers.

“Good kitten,” he cooed, running his hand through her hair, “You’re taking me so well. Look at you, so pretty when you’re stuffed full of my cock.”

He let her sit for a minute, watching Bokuto as he pulled his lubed fingers from her hole. Akaashi handed him a condom, to which he quickly tore open and began rolling on his length.

Although his wasn’t as long as Kuroo’s, he made up for the loss with his impressive girth. He’d probably leave (Name) unable to walk for days if he was too rough. She wasn’t used to it the way Akaashi was.

“If you get too rough with my kitten Bokuto, I will bite your dick off,” Kuroo snapped, playfully but with a glimmer of seriousness in his eyes.

“Okay, okay! Got it,” he said whilst raising his arms in defense.

Akaashi moved to where her head was with Kenma, the two stripping away their own clothes and tossing them to the floor. She squeezed in delight seeing their cocks being pushed in front of her face, causing Kuroo to groan lowly underneath her.

“Kitten, if you squeeze like that again I might get a bit impatient and fuck you til you see stars,” he growled, causing her to smirk.

“I think that’s what you intend to do any— Ohhh fuck! ”

It slipped out of her mouth unintentionally as Bokuto sank his length into her hole, causing her to moan out the curse words. Which, in return, caused Kuroo to snap a hand at her already tender ass cheek.

He began to move his length inside her, thrusting up while Bokuto sank in. It started slow and steady, but soon the pace quickly became relentless. Kenna’s head prodded at her lips, which she happily accept, sucking and licking at his length. Her moans were muffled by his dick, and soon Akaashi was prodding his own at her lips too.

“Take them both, like the good kitten you are,” Kuroo said seeing as she hesitated.

She switched between sucking off Akaashi and Kenma while being rammed relentlessly from both Kuroo and Bokuto. It was hard to keep her attention on anything as so much was happening to her body at once. It didn’t help when Kuroo snakes his hand between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles with her thumb. It caused her to spasm around him, and Kuroo realized she was finally edging onto her orgasm.

Bokuto was the first to cum, purely because he was still sensitive from the first time he came and it didn’t help how god damn tight (Name) was. He emptied his load into the condom and pulled out, slumping backwards onto the plush of the bed. She whined at the loss of contact, but immediately Kuroo picked up his pace in thrusting into her from underneath to reach their climaxes together. Unable to focus on anything but her boyfriend’s relentless pounding, she released Kenma’s member with a pop and leaving him to finish himself off, along with Akaashi but neither of them minded. The sight laid out before them was more than enough to bring them to their own ends.

Finally, (Name) clenched hard around Kuroo’s lenght as his thrusts became sloppier, his thumb still working relentlessly on her clit. With a loud cry, she came around him, and he wasn’t far behind. He pulled her flush against his hips, digging his finger into her own as he came deep inside her, letting out a deep groan of his own.

She let her weight collapse on top of him out of exhaustion, his softening member still deep inside her. Kuroo gently rolled her off him, pulling out to see their mixed fluids running down her thighs. The two of them were still panting as she cuddled into his side, wrapping her arms around his chest. He sighed in content, pulling her closer and turning to kiss her softly on the lips.

“You did so well, baby. God, I love you so much,” he said, peppering soft kisses all over her face, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything, kitten?”

“Happy birthday, Tetsu,” she mumbled, burying her face into his chest.

“I’ll run a bath for you two,” Akaashi said, sauntering to the bathroom already dressed in his boxers, “I know she’s sore at least from this one.”

He jabbed a thumb in the direction of Bokuto. His partner laughed softly as he stood up from the bed, finding his own discarded clothes on the floor.

“She took me like a champ though. Actually, all of us! Thanks for sharing her, Kuroo-kun,” he said, pulling on his jeans.

“It was her decision, ultimately. I sprung this unto her very last second,” he replied, gently scooping her up, “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to make sweet love to my girlfriend in the bath.”

Bokuto only laughed at this, Kenma rolling his eyes as he pulled on his shirt.

“Oh, and you all are free to stay the night. The couch pulls out and the guest bedroom is just down the hall,” he called out over his shoulder, brushing past Akaashi as he entered the bathroom.

Once the other men had sauntered off to do their own things, Kuroo locked the bedroom door and saw how peaceful his girlfriend looked surrounded by bubbles and the scent of lavender. He carefully stepped into the tub, pulling her into his lap as the warm water sloshed lightly around them.

“How you holding up, (Nickname)?” he said softly, carefully massaging some shampoo into her hair, “You feeling alright?”

“I feel like I should be the one doing this for you,” she giggled, leaning back into him.

“Oh, no no no. You’ve done enough for me tonight. Thank you, by the way. For riding along with my crazy idea,” Kuroo replied while scooping some water onto her head, “Here, tilt your head back for me.”

She obliged, him rinsing out the shampoo before gently running his fingers through her hair with some conditioner. Sighing in content, she turned her head to the side to give gentle kisses along his jaw.

“Now, if you keep doing that, I’m really gonna plow you into the tub.”

“Testurou!” she mumbled against his neck, laughing, “Just let me love on you a bit, just right now.”

(Name) turned her body around in the water, her lips finding Kuroo’s.

“I love you, baby,” she mumbled against his lips, smiling.

“I love you too, kitten,” he mumbled back, squeezing her gently, “But, since it’s my birthday can you give me one more present?”

“What is it, love?”

“Can I please actually plow you into the bath?”

“Fiiine,” she laughed gently, entangling her hand in the back of his wet hair, “Just be gentle, okay? My ass really hurts.”

“Damn Bokuto, told the guy to be gentle or I’d bite his dick.”

“You’d what?!” she exclaimed, widening her eyes.

“Nothing.”

Before she could reply, he silenced her with a kiss, and soon enough, they were making sweet love in the tub.

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Meeting and Dating Chuckie Sullivan

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You met Chuckie because you lived next door to him and his mother. Every now and again you would have a conversation with the old woman where she would occasionally mention him but you never actually met the boy; that is until his mothers mail got mixed in with yours.

- You knocked on her door to fix the mistake but were caught off guard when you were met with the tall young man instead of his mother. It was almost comical when you looked up from the envelope and were just met with a chest instead of a kind face.

“Oh, uh hi…? I live next door and your mail got mixed in with,” you notice that he’s wearing boxers and pause a little. “…with uh, with mine. So…here.”

- You want to slap yourself with how awkward you’re acting but you were not prepared to find out that Ms. Sullivan’s son is at least half a foot taller than you and has the face of a model. You were also not expecting to meet him for the first time while he’s still wearing his boxers and sleeping shirt.

- He chuckles a little and takes the mail from you while scratching the back of his neck. He’s about to try and make conversation with you before he realizes he’s only partially presentable and should probably put on pants before he tries to woo you. (It’s enough that he lives with his mom, right? He doesn’t want you to think he’s unsound.)

“Right! Well thank you, nice meeting you, see you around.” He rambles while he shuts the door with a unreasonably charming smile.

- Chuckie knows he’s handsome and he’s used to girls falling into his lap but those are girls who don’t know him and don’t know that he lives with his mom (which he’s quite embarrassed about). He’s not sure how to make himself seem worth your time now that he can’t lie and say that he’s something far more impressive than he thinks he is. 

- He has to find an entirely new way to impress the girl who lives next door and he’ll admit that he hasn’t the slightest idea where to start. The instant he sees you he tries to “act cool”, leaning against the nearest surface and greeting you with a smirk plastered across his ridiculously handsome face. 

- He has quite the embarrassing/awkward conversation with Skylar in an attempt to get some real advice. She tries her hardest not to laugh when he rambles out his questions and the things he likes about you. In the end she just tells him to be himself and get to know you before he tries to get in your pants.

- He decides to trust her and does just that. The next time he sees you he invites you to take a walk with him while the two of you get to know each other better. The both of you are sort of surprised that the other is giving you the time of day.

- When you get back to your houses and are about say goodbye his mother pokes her head out and invites you to dinner. Later that day you get to hear a bunch of embarrassing stories about Chuckie while he sits in utter embarrassment and tries to shut his mother up when you’re turned the other way. She nearly breaks out the baby pictures but he manages to stop her.

- He offers to walk you home when you’re finished eating and talking (even though you’re just a few yards away from your house). You accept and he joins you outside for the quick journey to your front door. When you get there he starts to apologize for his mother but you stop him and say you had a fun time, kiss him on the cheek and say goodnight before you go inside your house. He stands there for a minute in disbelief before he smiles and fist pumps, racing back to his house. He can’t even be mad at his mom because he’s so happy that you don’t think he’s a total loser.

- In the beginning you don’t really label what you have you just hang out, do borderline romantic things, and stumble over awkward goodbyes. After some time you start to kiss and fool around a little but it doesn’t really feel like a “real relationship” and neither of you are brave enough to ask what you actually are. Plus he’s good in bed so you don’t mind all that much.

- It’ll feel like you’re friends with benefits for a while before he starts to get all boyfriendy with you. Cuddling, hugging, cheek kisses, hand holding, etc; he just won’t be able to help it after a while. After about a month of you acting like a couple he’ll finally ask if you’re together like~

“We are dating right?”

“I would hope so.”

“Alright cool, good, great, wonderful,-” “Chuckie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

- You kiss a lot after that. You can’t stop him. He’s a mad man after one thing and one thing only: the smooch.

- You move in together (well he moves into your house) maybe a little too early on in the relationship but you lived next door to each other so the move wasn’t a big hassle. Plus he makes some good money when he works hard so it makes paying the bills a lot easier for you.

- Hes kind of just happy to move out of his moms house even though he’s a little scared of commitment. But he thinks that maybe with you he doesn’t have to be scared.

- Cute nervous chuckles when he isn’t sure what to say or is a little flustered, especially when you’re getting to know each other.

- His friends try to embarrass him and tell you he’s whipped every chance they get especially when you first meet them.

- Hes not the greatest at comforting you. He’s a rough and tough kind of guy that’s not use to showing emotions or being around people that do so chances are when you rant to or tell him about something he’ll just pause and say “well that sucks”.

- Sneaks little glances at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

- Watching morning cartoons with him. 

- Sleepy hugs and snuggles in the kitchen while you’re making food after a long day.

- He’s pretty much in his boxers whenever he can be so be prepared to have to remind him to put on some real clothes every now and again. 

- Lays his head on your stomach as you thread your fingers through his hair; he loves it especially after work.

- He falls asleep on you a lot when hes not working. He’ll just collapse on the couch beside you, laying his head on your thigh or stomach thinking ‘wow this is so…comfy” and before you know it he’s passed out and borderline snoring.

- He rests his hand on your boob a lot. It’s not even a conscious decision, his hand just always ends up on your chest whenever he has his arm around you. In his mind he’s just thinking “warm…soft…resting place.”.

- Late night dates since he works long shifts.

- Pizza dates.

- Visiting him on his breaks.

- Making fun of his accent, you're the only one he lets insult him without much retaliation. He thinks you’re a cute little bastard. 

“You’re lucky your smiles so cute or I woulda knocked ya teeth out for that one.” you give him the nicest smile you can and he just shakes his head, pulling you into his side. 

- But you do make constant jabs at each other. The two of you go back and forth with clever little comebacks/burns that force you to break the serious act you were putting on. He usually lets you win you’re little insult battles. 

- Hes naturally sort of a flirt but he tries his absolute best to stop because he doesn't want to lose you.

-Sharing a few beers after the two of you get home.

- He does pretty rough work so you tend to give him massages when he gets home. You make him sit in front of you on the couch or lay on the bed while you straddle him. He’ll try to insist that he’s fine the first time you try to do it because he wants to seem tough but the moment you start to massage him he literally moans. He’ll never pass up the opportunity again and he likes to return the favor although his massages usually take a more sexual turn.

- He’s a little insecure even though he tries his best to hide it from the world. He thinks he’s sort of a loser compared to you (and Will) and is worried that he’ll end up going nowhere in life. He’s also worried that you’ll see him for what “he really is” and decide that you don’t want to put up with him anymore. 

- When you fight he rarely yells but he does make you angry; avoiding the subject, lying or just not admitting that he was wrong. You’ll most likely try to make him sleep on the couch, whereupon he’ll just go to his moms or Wills and mope around for a while while he pretends that he doesn’t care.

- He tries to apologize and explain himself when he can’t stand not seeing you anymore but he rarely ever helps his case cause he says shit like~

“I lie to women all the time and it don’t mean nothin it’s just the way I do business you know, it’s just the way.”

- But sometimes you miss him just as much and just forgive him so you can have him back in your life. You do give him a firm punch on the arm and tell him that if you catch him lying or whatever again that you’ll wreck his car.

- Holding hands as you walk together on the streets. 

- Has definitely gotten into at least one drunken (or sober) fight at a bar when someone tried to hit on you or managed to smack you on the ass. You were probably banned or kicked out afterwards.  

- You have to hold him back when someone catcalls you. 

- He’s jealous and possessive. You’re the one thing he really has for himself, that he’s proud of and really cares about so when someone (in his head) threatens to take you away

- Likes to keep his hand in your back pocket.

- He tries his best to be at least a little romantic with you. 

*laughs*

“What?”

“Chuckie these are weeds not flowers.”

“You’re shitting me!” 

- So out of his element when you drag him to boutiques or perfume shops. It’s honestly kinda cute, he’s like a lost puppy surrounded by all that pink, bows and lace. 

- You’re a godsend to him if you know how to cook. He would quite literally survive on cereal and fastfood if you didn’t know how. If you don’t know how than you can try to learn together, can’t promise it will go very well but it’s cute to see each other struggle.

- Helping him clean dirt and grease from his face after he gets home from work. 

- He honestly just loves when you touch his face, like your hands are just? so soft?? So nice??

-You think he’s phased when you ask him to buy you pads? He’s a grown ass man doing grown ass things and he’s gonna do what he has to do to make your life easier.

- He wants you to have the best out of life no matter what. Sometimes he’ll try to sabotage your relationship if he thinks he’s holding you back but you always assure him that if you’re going somewhere, you’re going somewhere together.

- You get close with his friends. You sort of have to, they’re a big part of his life.

- Hes not the greatest with compliments so you usually get the creative “you look hot” or something similar.

- He tries to be a little gentlemanly but that mainly consists of him giving you his jacket or opening his car door for you.

- He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder while he gives your butt a smack.

- He avoids marriage talk. Not because he doesn’t want to marry you (he certainly does) but just because it makes him uncomfortable. He’s not used to having an actual girlfriend who really cares about him.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness 61.1 Goodnight

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“Jaune?”

“What’s up, darling?”

“What kind of cake do you want?”

“Are you serious?” I wondered.

“Well, what kind?” Ruby pressed. 

I sat up on the leather couch I was reclining on in the living room. “I don’t… I don’t give a fuck. What kind of cake? I don’t give a fuck.”

Ruby pouted at me. 

“Come on. What makes you think I’d give a fuck. Chocolate, vanilla, marble, some other weird option. I do not care. This is what you want my input on? The cake? I don’t care.”

“Jaune…” Weiss grumbled. 

“This is what you want my opinion on? Of all things? Not, like, colors or other arrangements? The cake is what I get a cut of? I do not care about what kind of cake it is. Ruby said she wanted our weapons on top. So that. I guess. But other than that I don’t care. You know I don’t care. You knew that when you asked me. Before you asked me. I don’t give a flying fuck.”

“We need you to make a decision. We can’t decide,” Ruby pleaded. She was in a pair of tights and a tight ‘t’ shirt. 

“So do half and half? What’s the hold up? This is it? This is what you absolutely must have my input on? Really? I don’t care. It’s a cake.”

“Well what do you want to eat?” Weiss asked. She was wearing a blue sweater and white jeans.

“You!” 

She hit me for that. But she rolled her eyes with a grin. Like she was mad at me but couldn’t be mad mad at me. “Stop it. We want your input.” 

“Hardly. This is literally the only thing you’ve ever asked me besides setting places out for the deceased.”

“Well we do with this.”

“No you don’t. You want me to take your side. That’s not the same thing. And I really don’t care. About the cake? Are you serious? I want it to taste good and I want to mush it into your faces when I feed it to you because I think that would be adorable. All covered in frosting. Your little tongues poking out to lick it off. I like that shit. Give me some of that.”

“Do not get any on my dress,” Weiss demanded.

“Sure. Fine. Whatever. And I really don’t care what color the cake is either. White is fine. Black is fine. I mean… What are you two wanting from me? Let's get a nice multi-tiered, multi-flavored cake and call it good. Alright?”

“Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?” Ruby asked me. 

“I don’t…”

“Do not say you don’t care. Where do you want to take us?” Weiss demanded.  

“Listen…”

“Sure,” Weiss agreed, folding her arms. “I’m listening.”

 “A beach…? Resort…?” I hazarded. 

“Well at least you gave us some measure of input.”

“What do you… what do you want from me? The whole point of marrying you, darling, was that you would do all the planning.” 

She huffed. “I hope that’s not the whole point.”

“Well it’s a perk. It’s for sure a perk. I mean I get some other stuff out of it too I guess.”

“Like a wife and kids?” Weiss raised an eyebrow. “A family. Emotional connections.”

“Yeah. Those things. I like those things. An emotional connection is all I ever really wanted with you. Ever since Beacon freshman year. The rest can sorta kinda hang.”

She huffed. She was trying to be mad at me but couldn’t because I was being too sweet to her. She turned a little rosy around her cheeks and ears. She rolled her eyes but there was a smile to them. 

I stood up. I took both her hands in mine. I bent down and kissed the back of each of her hands. “Darling,” I began slowly. She looked up into my eyes. “I couldn’t give a fuck about the cake.”

She ripped her hands away and smacked me in the chest. “Asshole.”

“Am I?” I wondered. 

“No,” Ruby purred. “You’re sweet. Deep down you’re just a honey.” 

‘Am I?” I wondered again.

“You are,” Ruby swooned at me. 

“Anyways don’t ask me about the cake or color arrangements or what dinner should be for the guests. I don’t care. I barely care about the honeymoon locale. Like at all. So don’t come at me with that. Ruby likes planning this kind of bullshit. I’ve seen you. You liked planning Valentine's Day that one time with me. You liked planning your team activities. You like that kind of stuff. Don’t entangle me into it unless you really need my input but we already all know you don’t. You don’t need my input. You want me to take your side and say ‘chocolate’ or ‘vanilla.’ I just don’t give a fuck about that and you know it. So, darling, what kind of a cake do you want?” I demanded of Weiss.

“Well I want it to be chocolate and Ruby wants vanilla.”

“So how do we resolve this without having to resort to ‘asking Jaune?’ Because ‘Jaune’ doesn’t care,” I referred to myself. 

“I suppose we just get a really big cake with different flavored layers.”

“Bangarang,” I snapped my fingers at her. “Was that so hard? Did you really need to involve me? You don’t have to answer. We already know. We just do.” 

“But you do care about the honeymoon location?” Weiss pressed. 

“I mean… I’ll do whatever you both tell me to. But I like the idea of you two wearing very little clothing. So… beaches? But I’m not picky.”

“You’re a pumpkin,” Ruby kissed my nose. 

“Grr,” I growled. “My soul is a dark place.”

“No it’s not. Your aura is the color of sunshine or the sky on a sunny day,” Ruby disagreed. 

“Grr,” I growled again. “I’m a bad murder man.” 

“Oh shut up,” Weiss demanded. “You’ve never once been more violent than the situation called for or directed your aggression at people who didn’t deserve it. Not once. Not in your life. Stop it.”

“I’m brutal,” I warned.

“You’re a puppy,” Ruby told me happily. “What color arrangements do you want to set out for your team?”

“Pink and orange, pink and green, red and gold,” I told her almost automatically. I didn’t really have to think very hard. “Is that really okay to do? I don't know anything about weddings.”

“People put out arrangements for the dead all the time,” Weiss waved me off. “It’s not like a unique thing we’re doing that would turn heads.”

“Okay, cool, I guess,” I managed. I would obviously rather have my team than arrangements but I couldn’t have that because I got them all killed. I sighed. Ruby hit me. She slapped me hard on the inside of my leg. 

“I heard that,” she threatened. 

“Heard what? I sighed!” I defended myself. 

“You bad mouthed yourself. In your head. I heard you,” she turned her chin up and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You can’t thought police me,” I managed. 

“I can and I will,” she leveled. 

“I’m not allowed to diss myself aloud you can’t stop me from doing it in my head. That’s not allowed. My thoughts are mine. Off limits. No touchy.”

“Oh we’re gonna,” Ruby carried on. “I’m gonna ‘touchy.’”

“Weiss, help me out,” I demanded.

“You want me to take your side? After you wouldn’t take my side on the cake. I’m taking Ruby’s side anyway. You’re not allowed to bad mouth yourself in your head. That’s called depression.”

“But that’s all I do in here. You can’t take that from me,” I went on pointing at my own skull. 

“It’s against the rules. I’ll put it to a vote if I have to,” Ruby warned. 

“No voting,” I protested.

“Yes. Voting what an excellent idea,” Weiss bobbed her head. 

“But-”

“All in favor say ‘yay.’ Yay!” Ruby cheered. 

“Yay,” Weiss agreed.

“But-”

“Tough bananas, big guy,” Ruby marched forward over me. “Your reign ends here.”

“It’s not healthy. If you think malicious thoughts about yourself you may as well be slitting your wrists or burning your hands,” Weiss agreed. “It’s self harm and self harming is expressly forbidden.”

“I’m in charge here,” I managed. “I get to choose what I think about me.”

“Not anymore,” Ruby wagged a finger in my face.

“You can’t be trusted to do a good enough job,” Weiss nodded. 

“Listen…” I trailed but I didn’t have anything. I had nothing for them to listen to. “Weren’t we talking about cakes?”

“Nice try,” Ruby patted me on the shoulder. 

“Honeymoon locations?” I pressed. Literally anything. Get me out of this.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Costa Del Sol,” Weiss agreed. “It’s a beach resort town near Vacuo.”

“Costa Del’cation!” Ruby pumped a fist.

“White, sandy beaches, cocktails, swimsuits, the works,” Weiss nodded. 

“Lovemaking. Plenty of lovemaking,” Ruby sighed. “We’ll get off the pill and really try.”

“Think you can keep up, Jaune?” Weiss asked. 

“Um… probably not. Right? I mean… how many times per day do you think I can go?” I wondered. 

“Eight?” Ruby asked. I laughed. 

“Ten?” Weiss pressed ambitiously. 

“Maybe six. And that’s pushing it. Probably four. I need time for my gentlemen to regroup and recoup,” I informed them. “Otherwise it starts to hurt and it becomes less effective. And it isn’t a fun type of hurt like what you ladies sometimes describe. It’s a painful hurt.”

“Poor little Jaune,” Ruby admonished and stroked my hair. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Are you talking about me or my dick?” I asked. 

“Both,” she hummed. 

“You really think you can only do six shots per day? That’s only three a piece for the two of us…” Weiss looked thoughtful.

“‘Only?’” I cut in. They ignored me. 

“Doesn’t sound like a lot. But if it’s every day,” Ruby shrugged. “If it’s every day we should get somewhere with it.”

“Only three, though,” Weiss shook her head. “That’s not a whole lot of times. Maybe if it’s a ‘dangerous’ week for our cycles.”

“Yeah… should we plan it that way? Or just…”

“Just try all the time. Yeah,” Weiss finished the thought for Ruby. 

“Three ought to be plenty,” I layed down the law. “How many shots does it take to get pregnant? Just one good one right?”

“We can probably also start trying a little before the honeymoon and wedding day. We won’t be showing for sure,” Ruby ignored me.

“That’s true. It wouldn’t hurt to at least get off the pill before. What do you think? Like a month?”

“Plus the honeymoon and afterwards. That gives us two months of three hits per day. That should probably do it. And if it doesn’t we should see a doctor.”

“Jaune and I tried for at least two months. If you don’t get pregnant Jaune should see a doctor. If I don’t get pregnant I should see a doctor,” Weiss continued. 

“Um… two months? Every day?” I asked.

“Is that a problem?” Ruby intoned. 

“Buck up, Jaune,” Weiss demanded. 

“I’ll just drink plenty of water…” I trailed. But there was only so much drinking water could do. It took time for me to grow more of my shooters.

“Does that help?” Ruby wondered.

“It doesn’t hurt?” I answered vaguely. “I’ll be honest. Six every day for two months is a lot. It’s like… well, it’s a lot. And there are two of you. I mean… I always dreamed of disappointing two girls at once but never thought it would go down quite like this. But I’mma need some rest days in there. I just am. If I’m a revolver-”

“Rifle. Little Jaune is a rifle. We’ve gone over this,” Ruby interrupted me.

“-I’m going to need some time to reload,” I finished looking at her. “I literally don’t have it in me to do what you’re asking.”

“What about with Limit Breaker?” Weiss asked. 

“I still get tired. When I’m out of juice, I’m out of juice. I just am. It’s like in those commercials where they squeeze a ketchup bottle only a puff of dust comes out instead of ketchup. Only for my dick. And when you try and squeeze my dick and its a dry well, it fucking hurts, bro. And not in a fun-pleasant kind of hurting. It fucking hurts. That’s the gods’ way of telling you to stop. Stop it. You’ve had enough. Seriously quit trying.” 

“Well I don’t care what the gods think,” Weiss tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I want my three hits.”

“I’m saying ‘no.’ It’s not happenin’. I need rest days. More than one,” I cut in.

“More than one a month or more than one a week?” Ruby asked. Ambitious! Was she fucking serious? I’m not a god. I can’t ejaculate and evacuate like that. I’m not a sperm dispenser with legs. 

“More than one a week probably. Six is a lot. After, like, three in the same day the gods start frowning down upon you. You can feel the negative energy. They start making their disappointment known.”

“What’s the most times you’ve ever jerked off in a day?” Ruby wondered.

“Two. It starts becoming uncomfortable after three. It starts to hurt after that. The gods start shaking their heads at you. If we’re going to do six we’ll have to space them out over the day. Start early, drink plenty of milk, finish late.”

“Finish often, more like,” Weiss murmured. 

“Okay. I’m telling you guys it starts hurting and I can’t get it up after three in succession and I need something like a twelve hour break to even fit one more in there,” I said. “Four every day would be a lot. You ought to be grateful if I can pull off four.”

“That’s only two for each of us!” Weiss smacked me on the arm.

“I’m doin’ the best I can!” I shouted back.

“I want my three hits!” Weiss demanded. 

“You can’t… you can’t have three! I’m sorry! The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak! You just… you’re probably not gonna get three! You’re just not. And hitting me and yelling at me won’t suddenly make me ejaculate more. I only make the stuff so fast. And it fucking hurts! Quit hitting me!” 

“Fine,” Weiss huffed. “Two will have to do.”

“You’ll be lucky to get two. I’m probably done at three a day. The most powerful one is the first one. It really fucking hurts. Stop hitting me, Weiss. I mean it.”

I caught her hand when she whipped it at my shoulder. I think she just liked hitting me. 

“You good, you done?” I asked. 

“We want more,” Ruby demanded. “More.”

“I’m only one guy. You want more sperm, go to a bank. You want my kids, you're gonna have to be patient with me. I’m not a talking pair of gonads. I need time and rest and recuperation periods. That means we’ll seriously be pushing it at six a day, we’ll be fortunate to have four a day, and I will still need days off. I just will. If you can’t handle that you can’t have my kids. I’m sorry! You just can’t! You’ll need someone else. Someone, who from the sound of it, is literally just testicles and nothing else. There’s a person attached to this dick. I will not be objectified!”

Weiss smacked me with her other hand. 

“Weiss hit me again and I won’t have sex with you for a month,” I threatened. 

“You wouldn’t dare! Our wedding day is only a month off. We can probably start trying now! I want to start trying now!”

“Hit me again,” I challenged. “I’ll give it all to Ruby. Ruby, you want to start trying now?”

Ruby hummed at me softly in a contented fashion and wrapped her arms around my neck. 

“Behave or all three shots are going to Ruby,” I leveled at Weiss. 

Weiss’s eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared but she didn’t hit me again even though I could tell she wanted to. And I was mostly playing anyway. It wasn’t like she really hurt me.  

“I thought you said four,” Weiss growled. 

“I said four if you’re lucky. Are you feeling lucky?” I asked. 

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-WG

[plus-ultra-oneshots]

Hellfire {IzukuXMale!Reader Oneshot}

Hellfire

IzukuXMale!Reader Oneshot

-Reader is very friendly, and has a Quirk called Hellhound-

"Again, not to freak you out or anything..."

.:+:.

"E-eh...?"

His voice came out like a squeak, low and quiet and almost drowned out by the ambient noise of the wind through the trees. Izuku Midoriya stood in a small clearing in the middle of a forest, or a park, or whatever you wanted to call it. It was probably a good few hundred acres in size, filled with trees nearly as tall as some buildings in the cities, and wilderness as far as the eye could see stretching out on all sides around him. The shadows of the trees were long, and growing less stark on the ground as the sun steadily dropped down below the horizon, and was mostly blotted out by the trees themselves. Little but a few dozen slivers of orange light were managing to break through here and there, and they were soon to die out as night settled in. The sky directly overhead was already an indigo color turning quickly midnight blue.

And in that massive, dense, quickly growing darker forest- he was completely alone.

Izuku wrung his hands together in front of him, shifting back and forth on his feet a little and fidgeting as he glanced around at his surroundings, turning in a tight little circle as he scanned the bushes and the trees for any sign or sight of... well, anyone.

He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to have him alone now and with no sign of anyone close by, or any real sight of some way to find his way back to camp and back with his class and his Teacher. There had just been... well sort of a rush. One minute he was with his team (comprised of Ururaka and Iida), doing their best to make their way through the forest and back to camp in the time they had been allotted. And then out of nowhere there was a rush of conflict between them and Kacchan's own team and a band of the automated (or hired?) enemies that Mr. Aizawa had set loose over the forest in order to test them in combat and survival- as well as adaptability.

And those enemies were ridiculously persistent, and there had been so many of them all at once. That was chaos in itself as he and the rest of his team did their best not to get captured, but the chaos intensified as Kacchan's team suddenly popped into the picture. And a few minutes of deafening explosions and the forest turned into a warzone unlike any other later- Izuku had lost track of everyone involved. And by the time things calmed down enough and his ears stopped ringing from the explosions, he found himself here and with no one in sight or even in earshot. And now after all of that he was so turned around he really hadn't the slightest clue which way was the right way back to camp, and being alone he had no one he could ask.... plus it was getting dark.

".... this isn't good..... where did everyone go....? I can't believe we got separated that fast...." He mumbled to himself, his eyes scanning the brush and the trees. He frowned to himself, his hands wringing together more firmly. His hair shift in the stiff breeze blowing through wood, slowly getting stronger as clouds crept in over the forest from the edge of the sky. The scent of rain on the air was faint but certainly getting stronger, and it wouldn't do to be out here in the dark and the rain all alone.

".... I'm totally lost...." Izuku mumbled softly, grimacing as he took a few tentative steps forward- only to halt when he was reminded that he didn't know if that way was the right way. His hands unhooked as one of them moved up and his fingers brushed against the underside of his nose, his eyes narrowing in thought.

There was a very loud and audible snap of a branch somewhere behind him, and he stiffened, his heart leaping into his throat as his eyes went wide as a feeling of panic and danger hit him straight on.

What was it? Another of the enemies? One of his classmates? A wild animal?

Izuku quickly turned around in the direction of the noise, his hands clenching into fists and on high alert as he quickly scanned the edge of the clearing for any sign of what had made the noise. He saw nothing but a shadow move quickly among the trees and then out of sight again, and he searched the bushes trying to find it, ready to jump into action if he needed to.

"... hello?" He called tentatively, ".... who's there?"

There was no reply and his eyes whipped around as his body followed suit, another twig snapping, and this time it came from a different place- almost like whatever it was, was circling him. There was another glance of some large, looming and bulky shadow that Izuku caught sight of again before it blurred into the trees and seemed to disappear. But he could hear it now, it was heavy and it's footfalls were almost rumbling in the earth and in his feet- whatever it was, it was probably big..... like really big.

Which meant it was certainly not one of his classmates, and the options left meant he needed to be ready for anything.

There was another snap of a branch behind him and Izuku turned toward it, his feet shifting as he moved into a defensive stance. He scanned the trees and the brush, trying to pinpoint that shadow that was definitely circling him, his heart thumping and adrenaline starting to kick in.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his heart dropped into the pits of his feet when he felt hot breath wash up against his back, his blood running cold as ice and fear hitting him straight on as he suddenly became aware of something looming and right behind him. All thought and will to act quickly and defend himself got shattered, and all he managed to do was slowly turn his head and himself toward whatever it was behind him, and hope he didn't move too fast to set it off.

There was a massive, bulky black shadow there. He felt the hot breath of the creature washing up against his face, heard claws scraping against the grass and fallen leaves on the forest floor around them.... yeah, really big.

His eyes latched with deep (E/C) eyes, the beast letting out a breath that ruffled Izuku's hair. He shut his eyes quickly as it's maw opened and he saw rows of sharp teeth flash under it's lips, ready to feel the teeth snap down on him- but all that came, was the sudden and slick sensation of a hot tongue slowly drawing itself over the length of his face, leaving a trail of spit in it's quake and slicking the front of his hair back. Izuku went still as a statue, his heart skipping a beat in sheer surprise and his eyes blinking open quickly as the tongue disappeared. His eyes glittered as he watched the beast and it's long muzzle pull away- quite frankly lost for words and proper thought.

"E-eh...?" Izuku stammered, blinking several times as he watched the beast lower it's head a bit more to be at his eye level and it's tail wagged behind it as they locked eyes. The beast..... no, not beast- big (giant!) dog with black fur and nearly four heads his taller, but it was a dog and though it took him a moment- it wasn't something new. The panic and the fear that had filled him so quickly and made him stiff-backed and frozen to his spot dissipated as recognition dawned on his face, and he instinctively relaxed a little.

The large dog pushed his nose forward and against Izuku's chest, nudging him back a little and tail wagging behind him as Izuku did his best to stay on his feet and not get knocked over. His lips pulled upward in a small, slightly unsure smile and his hands lift up and hovered there- he wasn't sure if it was polite to touch or pull away or... anything.

"O-oh, (L/N)-sama... I didn't realize it was you...!" Izuku hummed quickly, laughing a bit nervously as the dog tapped his nose against the freckled boy's forehead, and Izuku flushed slightly at the action. Not that it was unexpected maybe, you had always been rather friendly and not bothered with contact or personal space.

Which was a little odd, considering that you looked so imposing, dangerous, and even frightening when in your 'Hellhound' form. Who wouldn't be a little daunted by a several foot tall, muscled, jet black dog with sharp teeth and claws and could probably tear someone to shreds with the utmost ease?

That daunting persona was quickly shattered by your tendency to lick other people and the insistent wagging of your tail, though. You looked like an overgrown puppy and your attitude very well matched that about 90% of the time. Honestly, you were one of the friendliest people in the whole of Class 1-A, and your personality didn't seem to fit your Quirk....

"Ah, sorry to scare ya, your face was priceless though~" you hummed lightly, your paws shifting as you pulled back from the other boy slightly. Your lips pulled in what was the dog equivalent of a smile, and it probably looked awkward as hell with your teeth bared in a way, but hey- who cares!

"And I told you before Midoriya, you really don't need to call me '(L/N)-sama'." You went on, your head tilting at him and your ears shoved forward in his direction. "You can just call me (F/N), okay~?" You told him, and he seemed to falter a little.

"A-ah... Right.. Sorry...." Midoriya stammered in reply, your ears twitched at the clear embarrassment in his voice.

"So, you got separated from your team too, huh?" You asked next, he nodded a bit.

"Yeah, everything just got crazy out of nowhere, and before I knew it everyone was gone..." Midoriya replied softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "... You lost your team too..?"

"Oooh yeah, we were fighting with a group of those rival guys and Todoroki sent up this massive ice wall." You replied with ease, "Only, he sort of overdid it and started this mini rock-slide. Everybody got split apart and I couldn't find them afterwards, so I've been heading back to camp by myself." Midoriya nodded in understanding,

"Do you know the way back?" He asked,

"Eh- sort of. My nose is pretty good, so I've been following the scent of some of the other students, since they probably have a better idea of the way back than I do." You hummed, "I sidetracked when I caught whiff of you and saw you looking a little lost, though~" You chuckled, and he smiled in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I wouldn't really put a lot of faith in my sense of direction..." He sighed,

This time both of you got sidetracked when they rumble of thunder echoed across the dark sky and through the trees, earning your eyes on the canopy of midnight blue quickly being covered in clouds. Your fur and Midoriya's hair shifted in the wind blowing faster through the woods, and your nose twitched as you drank in the air and the scents with it.

"It looks like it's going to rain." Midoriya murmured as his eyes trailed across the sky, your head tilted this way and that as you mused for a moment.

"Mmm..... nah, smell's more like a dry storm to me." You hummed softly, earning a look of surprise from Midoriya, though you weren't looking at him to know it. "Probably just a bunch of wind and lightning and not much actual rain... If we're lucky anyway~"

You shrugged a little, your body melting out of it's massive form and back into your human one. You smiled still as you stood there in front of Midoriya, your hands in the pockets of your Hero Uniform and now only slightly taller than the green-haired boy.

"Probably ought to start making our way back though, just in case I'm wrong." You hummed lightly, "Don't know about you, but most people really hate the smell of wet dog, so best not get caught in the rain and subject you to it, hehe~" You chuckled warmly, and Midoriya smiled slightly.

"O-oh, it really wouldn't bother me..." The green-haired boy told you quickly, you smirked.

"You say that now." You hummed brightly, he just smiled back. "Anyhoo, might as well head out so we can get some food at the very least~"

"Right.... Which way should we go though..?" Midoriya murmured, his eyes moving to trail about your surroundings. You paused for a moment, musing as your eyes followed suit and you scanned the edge of the clearing you'd just prowled around through.

"Weeelllll....." You started, drawing the word out as your eyes moved back toward Midoriya and you smiled at him. ".... Might I suggest heading out in the direction that I last caught whiff of Bakugou?" Midoriya blinked in surprise and question at the suggestion, and you smiled a tiny bit more. "That dude's real easy to track, even in the wind and with all the different forest scents- and bets are he's headed in the right direction."

"Yeah, it's pretty safe to assume that Kacchan knows where he's going..." Midoriya mumbled, nodding in agreement with your plan.

Of course, since Bakugo is pretty much always topping the charts in all of our Hero Exercises...

You smiled a little wryly at the thought of the all-too 'prodigal son' of Class 1-A..... but honestly, both of Bakugou and Todoroki were without a doubt the top dogs in the class- even if you were the only literal dog in the class.

You cast the thought off and stepped to the side a little, bringing yourself more on Midoriya's shoulder and your hand sweeping forward and ahead of the both of you as you gave the green-haired boy a slightly playful smirk.

"Then kindly step this way, sir." You chirped, Midoriya seemed flustered with the action, his eyes avoiding yours as he nodded stiffly and nearly stumbled as he stepped forward.

"R-right..." He stammered, his cheeks flushing faintly and you smirked at the sight of it.

Aaahhhh..... Always such an easily embarrassed guy, Midoriya.... Hehe~

You waited for him to step passed you all the way before moving yourself, the both of you starting toward the edge of the clearing shoulder to shoulder with one another. There was a few seconds of silence that went on way too long for your liking and you cast a grin toward the green-haired boy and nudged him with your shoulder a bit.

"Soooo, how'd you get separated from your team?" You asked brightly as the two of you reached the edge of the clearing and started into the trees.

"We ran into Kacchan's team and they set a full-frontal assault on us." Midoriya explained, wilting slightly in exasperation as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Things got really crazy really fast, and before I realized it I had lost track of everyone and ended up by myself...."

You smirked, your expression full of amusement as you chuckled. "Judging from the smell, Bakugou was going a little crazy with his Quirk, huh?" You asked, Midoriya nodded. "Hehe, that guy's gonna start a forest fire if he isn't careful~" you commented, and Midoriya let out a sigh, sweatdropping at the thought.

"... Yeah...." He mumbled, but your smile never faltered, and instead grew a tiny bit wider at how exasperated Midoriya seemed to be with his childhood friend(?..... Cause let's be honest, Bakugou wasn't exactly the nicest person when it came to Midoriya...).

You watched the exasperation disappear from Midoriya's expression in no time at all though, and it was replaced with question and wonder as he glanced toward you.

"(L/N)-sama?" He asked, you smiled wearily.

"You can call me (F/N)." you reminded, he flushed a little in embarrassment.

"R-right, sorry.... ah, I just had a question." Midoriya went on, you smiled.

"Shoot~! I'll be happy to answer any questions ya got~" You hummed brightly, he nodded a bit.

"Thanks.... I was just wondering, since you've mentioned it several times now, in regards to Kacchan and him using his Quirk? You said it was easy to pick up on Kacchan's scent.... So I suppose I'm just wondering why that is?" Midoriya asked, "Like, what does his scent smell like to you? And why does that make it easy for you to find and follow it, as opposed to other smells?" Midoriya's green eyes trailed toward you, looking almost uncertain of himself and his question.

He was a curious guy, Midoriya. He asked a lot of questions and it was no surprise to you he asked one now- in fact, you were a little glad he did. It would be easier on the nervous boy for him to ask questions rather than try and come up with small-talk.... and as you said, you were more than happy to answer.

"Ah~! A very good question~!" You chirped, and he smiled slightly at you, a little reassured by your reply and that he wasn't asking something weird or stupid- as he had been a bit afraid of.

Curious guy, yeah... Nervous one too~

"No surprise on this part, but a portion of Bakugou's scent is ash and fire." You started, your smile never fading as Midoriya nodded in understanding.

"I suppose that makes sense...." He murmured, you nodded.

"Buuuut, the other big part of it is the oh-so recognizable and mouth-watering scent of candy!" You went on, your eyes glittering as Midoriya blinked, a little taken aback by the words and the way you said them.

"Candy....?" He echoed uncertainly, and you nodded.

"Oh yeah, the dude definitely smells like sugar.... Mm, maybe caramel?" You hummed, musing for a moment before shaking your head at yourself. "Ah, either which way, he smells like fire and sweet stuff all at once~! Kinda a hard smell to forget~" You shrugged, and Midoriya nodded his head slowly.

"That's interesting...... And I suppose it would be unique...." He hummed, ".... Kacchan's Quirk works with nitroglycerin, and I read that it smells sweet when it burns, though I can't say I've ever noticed it...."

"Heh, your nose isn't as good as mine though~" You chuckled, and he nodded.

"That's true." He smiled softly, his hand moving up as he rubbed the back of his neck a little. "Though I've known Kacchan so long you would think I'd have noticed at some point...." He mumbled, and you smiled at the comment, but a bit wearily this time around.

.... maybe you've been too focused on trying not to beat up, or your head snapped off by the guy to actually notice...

You kept the thought to yourself though, and your mouth dropped open, intent on changing the subject- only you never got that far.

BOOM

Your head snapped up toward the sky as white light flashed, and was near immediately followed by a bout of thunder that was loud and deafening, the vibrations running through your chest. Midoriya beside you jumped out of his skin, suddenly on high alert and looking stricken as he glanced upward toward the sky and the arc of lightning that flashed again, and then was quickly followed by more rumbling.

You grimaced a bit, your (E/C) eyes searching the canopy of trees that nearly blocked all sight of the sky out. But the glow of lightning cut through with utter ease, almost blindingly so, and your eyes narrowed against it.

That lightning is really close......

You glanced backward, the wind rushing up around the both of you in a sudden gust and fierceness, making the trees shake overhead, the brush rustling. You sniffed at the air, your eyes narrowing to slits as Bakugou's scent got suddenly washed away and it was replaced with something else.... something sour.

You bristled, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as a faint sense of unease settled into the pits of your stomach.

BOOOOOOOOOM

This time the thunder was so loud it drowned out the sound of your own heart, and the lightning that came before it was massive. Long and sheer white and stretching across the whole of the sky like hungry fingers. Midoriya yelped, jumping again and stumbling into you, your hands shot up on instinct to steady the other boy and your searching eyes found him and the very uneasy expression on his face. The wind was picking up significantly now, the storm setting in and erupting over your heads- and as you anticipated, not a single drop of rain fell, it was dry as dry can be, and the lightning continued to crack overhead as you two came to a halt, your hands lingering on Midoriya's shoulders for a few moments longer.

"I-it's getting really nasty......" Midoriya mumbled, grimacing as he looked around, before his eyes snapped toward you and the stony look you had adopted. You looked so serious and tense all of a sudden, and seeing that in you- someone was always so bright and happy- that set his teeth on edge, and he felt a shiver run up his spine. "L-(L/N)-sama...? What's the matter....?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, your eyes breaking away from Midoriya again as you tilted your head up, nose twitching as you did your best to catch on to Bakugou's scent again. It was there, just getting more and more faint by the second, quickly getting washed away by that same acrid sour smell you'd caught before. And the more you caught that smell, the more uneasy you got.

"We need to move faster." You told him lowly, glancing his way again. "Easy as it is to pick up Bakugou's scent, it won't last long in all of this... And we really don't want to be caught in this weather." You murmured lowly, your hands moving from holding on to him- but not before you tugged on his arm to get him to start moving again. He stumbled at first, but quickly followed you anyway and the both of you moved off at a brisk pace, you at the forefront and following what few wisps of Bakugou's scent were available, and were quickly getting fewer.

But that sour smell? Acrid and sharp?

Thunder rumbled with continuously, with nor more than a few moments pause between every bout. The wind was getting harsher, the trees groaning under it and the lightning painting the sky, casting stark and jagged shadows out in every direction.

Whatever direction Bakugou had been heading was downwind from where you and Izuku were now- which did nothing to help with losing it. And the wind was carrying that scent you were dreading too, chasing you almost.

Fire

You cast a wary glance over your shoulder, afraid you might see an orange glow in the distance- and you didn't, but it didn't make you relax.

Fire didn't scare you. But what it might lead to with Midoriya here, did.

"Come on Midoriya, let's pick up the pace." You murmured, casting the boy a small smile in an attempt to reassure him. He looked tense, and with reason, but upon seeing your smile, he seemed to relax a bit and nodded firmly.

"Right!"

The both of you broke into a jog, and slowly continued to get faster and faster until you were all but sprinting through the trees, veering in and out of unseen paths and almost desperately chasing the scent of Bakugou before it was gone all the way.

BOOOM

Midoriya must have noticed your rising unease, because every time you spared a glance back to make sure he was still following, he looked progressively more grim.

You took in a deep breath of air, and your heart sunk into your feet.

Ah crap...

You skid to an abrupt halt, Midoriya bumping into you from behind at the fact you stopped do suddenly, and with no warning whatsoever.

".... (L/N)-sama...?" he asked between his panting from all the running the two of you had been doing, "... Uhm..... Is something wrong?" He asked cautiously, and you paused, glancing toward him slowly and putting a halt in your almost feverish sniffing at the air.

".... Ah... Not to freak you out or anything.... But I can't catch Bakugou's scent anymore." You mumbled softly, and he grimaced, but he seemed to try and not let his unease show too much.

"Well, we can just keep heading in the general direction he seemed to be going." He suggested, "With any luck we'll be going to right way, and get to camp eventually." You nodded,

"That's a good plan, Midoriya...." You murmured, though you clearly didn't look very much at ease, because he faltered a bit.

"... Was there something else...?" He asked slowly, and you smiled at him, quite nervously.

"Again, not to freak you out or anything..." You started,

BOOOOOOM

Your skin crawled at the noise, that nervous smile you were wearing fading away as your eyes snapped passed him and toward the part of the forest you left behind.

"Shit, time to go!" You snapped, your hand gripping around the front of his Hero Suit and dragging him forward as you forced the both of you into running again.

"L-(L/N)-sama...!?" He stammered, stumbling as he kept up with you and what death grip you had on his suit.

"Sorry Midoriya, we can't stay still too long!" You said quickly,

"Why..?!"

"Look behind you!"

Midoriya stiffened, his hand finding a grip around yours as he struggled to keep pace and understand what was going on. Upon your order to look back, he cast a glance over his shoulder and his face fell.

"O-oh no..." He hissed, his green eyes reflecting the dim glow of orange burning behind the trees and quickly getting stronger.

Forest fire

You hissed and pulled him forward, shoving him ahead of you and letting him go finally.

"Did all the lightning set it off...?!" Midoriya asked aloud,

"Bets are yes!" You answered, "Come on, don't slow up, keep ahead of me and keep going in that direction!" You ordered with a flick of your hand ahead of you two. Midoriya nodded stiffly, steadiness crossing over his face as a pale green glow erupted around his body and his speed doubled in about an instant. You huffed a little, your eyes shinning as he put some distance between the both of you, but not a lot. "Midoriya, you probably ought to take off without me. No use letting you get caught in the fire." You added in, and his head snapped around toward you, looking a little surprised.

"(L/N)-sama, I don't think we should split up." He called back, and you sighed.

"The chivalry is appreciated, but sort of useless right now." You muttered, glancing back and seeing the glow of the flames getting closer- and much more quickly than you liked.

Knowing how Midoriya's Quirk worked, you knew full well the kid was fast- like really fast. And if he wanted to, he could race on ahead and get clear of any of the danger with little issue at all. You were fast yourself, but not near as fast as he was, so he'd easily outpace you and you expected that... And wanted that, honestly, seeing as how that fire behind the both of you was coming on like a bullet train.

You grumbled, your foot slamming into the ground hard as your running stalled for half a second, and you jumped forward, arms extended outward and your body shifting and bending while in midair.

Your front paws landed on the ground, your human form abandoned for your Hellhound one, and continuing in your running with near ease. You shot Midoriya a look, ears pressed against your head and huffing.

You could hear wood snapping and embers popping behind you, the scent of smoke and fire becoming overwhelming as the wind pushed the smoke over the forest and toward the both of you. It was quickly getting hazy, and soon enough it would be hard to breathe, let alone talk.

"We both know you're a lot faster than me, Midoriya." You mumbled, "You need to keep ahead as much as you can, you can't risk getting caught up in a wildfire, and breathing all this smoke isn't a good idea either."

"You're not gonna be able to keep ahead of it for very long, (L/N)-sama." He argued,

"Heh, have you forgotten how my Quirk works?" You laughed, "Fire isn't an issue for me, but it is for you- so no arguing with me, kay?"

He frowned, looking none too thrilled with the idea, but he knew you were making sense..... But he also knew you couldn't stay in your Hellhound form very long either.

"..... Are you sure-?" he started, but his voice got drowned out by another roll of thunder overhead, and your eyes fell away from him, scrunching closed against the harsh light of the lightning that arced overhead. Midoriya had to shut his eyes against the glare too, frowning as his running slowed up out of instinct.

You stiffened though, your fur standing on end and a prickle rushing through every inch of you, the air almost electric and your heart skipped a beat.

Oh no-

"Midoriya-!" You started, your voice urgent and clearly panicked. Midoriya felt his blood run cold at the sound of you saying his name, already ready to stop altogether and see what was wrong- but it was too late.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

The world got white-washed, blinding light overtaking everything and the noise was painful. Lightning struck hard and fast against a tree not a few feet ahead of where you and Midoriya were, the bark running suddenly black and red as electricity coursed through it and the trunk snapped.

The top of the tree tilted, blackened and burned and instantly alight- the foliage catching flame like millions of bits of confetti and showering the forest floor in drops of fire and burning debris. The tree itself groaned, cracking in half as the top of it crashed to the ground and sent several trees around it snapping in half or falling over in a huge, out of control mess.

You lost sight of Midoriya completely, despite your best efforts not to. But you were too focused on trying to avoid getting crushed by the trunks and logs and whatever else that were suddenly raining down from above to really keep an eye on him.

You huffed, panting slightly as you jumped this way and that, twisting out of the way of the largest portions and uncaring of the flames and embers that showered down upon you- they did little but bounce and slide off your ebony fur, doing nothing at all, let alone burning you.

In what few seconds there were between the lightning hitting and the tree collapsing, the whole of the forest around you seemed to catch fire. And now you found yourself stuck in forest full of burning pyres and raging flames quickly traveling over the floor, and through the treetops themselves. The air was muddy befire your eyes between the smoke and the bits of flame and ember the wind kept throwing around... Everything just went to hell so, so fast.... You really doubted Mr. Aizawa expected a full on forest fire to start, and you sorely hoped none of the rest of your class were caught in it.

Your ears perked, swiveling this way and that and searching what destruction the fire was wreaking, your heart pounding in your chest and tense. Because speaking of your classmates- where the hell was Midoriya?

You stepped through the piles of bringing wood, hopping over and between the circles of flame and everything, and on high alert for any sign of that shy, green-haired boy. Maybe he got away in time, and took your advice to go on without you? Maybe he was well away from the fire and still outrunning it..?

Maybe...? Hopefully...?

Your head snapped around the instant you heard ragged coughing from somewhere amidst all the hellfire, and your heart sank immediately.

"Midoriya!" You called, leaping over a pile of burning logs and whatnot, the flames licking at your paws harmlessly, before your feet hit the forest floor with a heavy thump on the other side. You looked around quickly, ears perked and nose twitching, the overwhelming scent of fire and ash invading your airways as you searched with everything you had for some whiff of that green-haired boy's scent. But you couldn't find it, it was too overwhelmed by the burning wood and the coughing you'd heard a few seconds before was drowned out by the roar of the flames.

You nudged your nose underneath a pile of wood, knocking it away and scratching carefully at the leftover bits- before quickly moving to another pile, searching as panic started to set in no matter how much you told yourself to remain levelheaded.

Shit.. Where are you..?

"Midoriya!" You called again, your voice breaking a little in a bark you didn't mean to let loose.

It was getting harder to see for the thick wafts of smoke and embers floating on the air, the whole of the forest around you now caught in total hellfire.

"... L-(L/N)... sama..." Midoriya's voice reached you this time, hoarse and quickly breaking off in a series of coughs. You whipped around, jumping over another wall of flame and darting up toward a massive pile of branches and trunk both, shoving your muzzle into the limbs and tossing them aside quickly.

In little time at all you had lift off the bulk of the tree branches, revealing Midoriya pinned under the trunk, the heavy wood settled on the center of his back and his suit and skin all torn up from the lash of the branches. He smiled painfully as he met your eyes, able to see now that he wasn't buried, though he was still covered in no small amount of ash and muck.

".... Ah... (L/N)-sama..." He mumbled, slowly almost, and coughing once or twice more as you pulled the last of the branches you could away. Your eyes flashed, wincing internally to see how scratched up he was and the well of blood coming from them... But more specifically from a pretty deep gash on his temple, like his head had gotten hit rather hard by something.

Crap

"You okay?" You asked quickly,

"I think so.... I just can't move much..." He mumbled, his words soft and eyes dropping closed as he let out a soft moan. ".... I'm... a little winded..... sorry...."

Given the dark splotch of blood plastered to his head and jaw, you would have though 'winded' was underselling it a bit.

"Okay, just stay awake for me, Midoriya. I'm gonna try and lift this, you gotta get out from under it, alright?" You murmured quickly, ever aware of the air getting heavier with heat and smoke alike.

He shook his head slightly, almost as if to clear it a bit, before looking up at you and nodding.

"Alright.."

You nudged your shoulder and nose underneath the trunk, grumbling under your breath as you held it, and pushed up with as much might as you could manage. The trunk lift off of him, your body and neck straining as bits of broken limbs poked through your fur and against your skin painfully. You pushed up harder though, careful not to push it sideways enough to make it roll- and you heard the dirt underfoot scrape as Midoriya did his best to pull himself from underneath.

"... I'm out.... (L/N)-sama." Midoriya told you breathlessly, coughing again as you pushed yourself off the trunk and it fell back against the ground with a heavy thud.

You turned back toward him in time to see him stagger to his feet, only to nearly tilt back over again. You jumped, moving forward quickly and catching him by pressing your muzzle up under his shoulder, his hands finding traction in your fur and sighing, wheezy and harsh from all the smoke.

"Woah, take it easy." You mumbled quickly, and he nodded a bit, still leaning against you with his arms hooked around your neck and head. "Hey, do me a favor Midoriya and put that mask of yours on, kay? It'll help you from breathing in so much smoke." He nodded and slowly let you go, standing up on his own and moving to pull the mask up from his neck and put it over his mouth.

"... right.. that's a good idea.... I can't believe I didn't think of it..." He mumbled softly, his eyes glittering with the light of the fire still all around you... but his voice was still so hoarse, and mask or no mask- there was little oxygen here, and it was just gonna get worse. And whatever Midoriya hit his head on, he was clearly feeling it- the poor boy was wobbly as hell and he couldn't seem to pull focus on anything very well at all.

You knew you had to get him out of here, and you couldn't very well rely on him to move well enough to get himself out right now... He probably had a concussion, if nothing else. And the tree falling on him would have surely done some damage, even for someone as strong and sturdy as he seemed to be, with his Quirk.

Your ears fell back against your head, glancing around quickly for some path out of the fire encircling you, and feeling a weight drop into your stomach as a familiar sense of strain began to accumulate in your body and core.

I can't stay in this form for very long as it is... let alone long enough to get us out of the range of the fire.

You growled under your breath, your claws digging into the earth underfoot and nudging your nose underneath Midoriya's arm again.

But I gotta try

"We gotta get out of here Midoriya. Do you think you can climb on my back and hold on?" You asked quickly, nudging yourself underneath him farther and lowering yourself onto your stomach to make it easier on him. He faltered for a moment,

"B-but.."

"Nope! I'm the only fireproof one here, and we gotta move fast. You're still dizzy yeah? So get on and hold on!" You ordered shortly, and he flinched, the tone of your voice both surprising him, and worrying him further, before he nodded stiffly and climbed on as gracefully (which in this case was not graceful at all) as he could. His weight on your back was much heavier than you anticipated, but you didn't care and pushed yourself up, his fingers digging in and pulling at your fur uncomfortably.

"Hold on tight." You growled lowly, but didn't give him any time to reply before you were moving through the flames and the burning forest at the fastest speed you were comfortable going, while also making sure Midoriya didn't get thrown off. You could feel Midoriya press himself flat against you as much as was possible, his hands gripping harder around your neck and the scent of his blood filling your nose as it clotted into your fur where he pressed his head against you.

The whole forest was a haze, dark and muddy grey-black clashing with terrible, hungry red and orange. Embers swirled on the air like snow, shining bright against a deep black fog of smoke that was quickly even beginning to singe your own lungs, despite their resistance to it from your Quirk.

And if it was starting to effect you, you worried how Midoriya was doing- and the worry in your core was getting worse every time he coughed, and with every wheezy breath you heard from him near your ear. You had to get the both of you out of here, away from this fire, toward somewhere safer- but shit.

I don't know where we are, and I can't see hardly anything, let alone smell..... if we were lost before, we are so lost now.

Your running faltered, a flash of pain racing through every inch of you and from nothing physical, but only your body fighting with itself. Willing itself to change back into your human form and out of this canine one you had been in for far, far too long.... and much too far passed your Limit. And you bit back at it, fighting against the shift back and the pain and ache got worse.

You could usually only stay in your Hellhound Form for a few minutes, maybe 15 or 20 if you were lucky. But even 15 would have been pushing it pretty far, and you were probably pushing passed 25 right about now. And with no end to the range of this wildfire in sight, you were bound to be pushing farther and farther.

Your fangs ground together, a low growl rumbling in your throat that nearly broke off in a whine. You could feel your muscles straining, bones rattling and pulling uncomfortably under your skin, fighting to move into their natural form. Your whole body went rigid, locking for a moment as it's fight to change back stalled against your will not to, and your paws slipped on smoldering wood underneath you. You lost traction for a few seconds, struggling not to tip over and yelping a little.

You felt Midoriya bounce against your back, earning a small hiss of pain from him too, and your running came to a skidding halt as you fought to stay on your paws. You cringed, your head hanging slightly as you held your breath, doing your best not to fold in on yourself though you felt like your muscles were trying to crumple you into a ball.

... s... shit....

"... (L/N)... sama...?" Midoriya's hushed, rough voice reached your ears, and you felt him shift a little on your back- bringing another wash of pain where he pushed against your straining body. His eyes flashed, glittering and watery from the smoke, his brows knitting in worry and shock when he realized just how much you were shaking underneath him. "... you're way passed your limit...!" He said quickly, his voice breaking in a cough that he barely stifled. "L-let me down... I can keep going on my own..."

"Don't." You hissed back lowly, turning your head just enough to catch his eye and he blinked at how steely your gaze was... and how unlike you it was.

Your dug your claws into the ground and forced yourself to straighten up, panting slightly as you looked ahead again.

"Listen Midoriya, the forest floor is on fire in most places, and it's covered in red-hot embers and ash everywhere else." You muttered lowly, "You won't be able to avoid it, you'll get burned, and you're having a hard enough time breathing already.... moving is just gonna make it worse, and you'll eventually collapse. That isn't gonna do either of us any good." You huffed again, "I can keep myself in this form for as long as I have to, and just as long as it takes to get us both of this..... I mean hell, I wouldn't be much of a Hellhound if I couldn't get you out of a wildfire, would I?"

"... b..but..." Midoriya started, you shook your head.

".... please don't argue with me, Midoriya, I've made up my mind..... besides.... isn't being in UA mean we're supposed to go beyond, Plus Ultra style? What better way than to live up to it, other than pushing myself passed my limit in order to save you?" You mumbled. Midoriya frowned, his eyes flashing, before they dropped slightly, and his fingers twined into your fur a bit harder.

You were always so bright and friendly, and so laid-back... he'd never seen you serious before today, and the tone in your voice as you said all of that, was like nothing he'd ever experienced from you, or expected he would.

His head hurt and his body did too, his lungs ached and his throat felt like it was on fire- almost as hot as the wafts of heat around the both of you and suffocating him. As much as he would not have liked to admit it, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and he felt his strength draining every second it was getting harder to breath... and as much as Midoriya was usually able to push himself even in the most dire of circumstances, a wildfire of this caliber was not something he had expected could tear him down so easily- and yet it had.

He knew he stood about as much chance at getting himself out of this right now, as he would have at mastering One For All in the next few minutes... and he also knew this was, in about every way, a situation where your Quirk was the best suited. You must have known that too- you did, you said it yourself, you were the only 'fireproof' one of the both of you.

But even so, he knew you'd been in your Hellhound form much too long. He'd done his best to learn all he could about his classmates Quirks, and he had learned about yours as much as possible. He'd only ever seen you in your Hellhound form for a short period of time, and he had seen the way you struggled to keep it going for longer than that. He saw that now, in the way you were shaking against him, the way you panted and they way your breaths were beginning to sound as harsh as his own.... you were struggling to stay in your Hellhound form, and quite badly, but still you insisted on pushing it further. You promised to do so, just to get you both out of this.

And you were so steady when you said it, you meant every word, with every ounce of your being- Midoriya could tell, and it made his heart skip a beat.

".. alright, (L/N)-sama..." He whispered, hugging tighter to you and his nose brushing against your fur. ".... I won't argue... thank you." He breathed, and your ears flicked back at him.

You nodded and started forward again, Midoriya grabbing tighter to you as you started your dash back through the burning forest- hoping that if you kept going straight long enough, you'd eventually find a way out of it.

Just keep going

Every thud of your paws against the burning ground was agony. Every leap over burning log and fallen tree and landing back down, torture.

You were ever aware of Midoriya on your back, bouncing more and more as time passed and adding to the ache. You could feel his grip on you getting slack, and you puffed out breathless words and phrases.... Empty and rather useless things and assurances really, but you wanted to keep him up and awake at the very least.

"Stay with me Midoriya, I know its not really a fun ride."

"We'll be out of it soon, I promise."

"Stay awake okay, I can't have you getting thrown off."

"We're both gonna need a good shower after this huh? We're a mess..."

"Sorry, sorry... Lost my footing, you good?"

"We gotta be at the edge soon here, it'll get easier to breathe."

"We're almost there... We gotta be."

"Midoriya? You still with me?"

The last one you puffed out, your voice was hoarse and laced in pain and weariness. It was taking everything in you to keep moving, pushing forward and hoping to find an end to this winding, burning forest.... And it was taking what little you had left not to crumble and let your body snap back into the form it wanted to be in so badly. You hopped over a section of low, burning brush in your path and wound through the trees- the fire was less intense here, and you were hoping that meant the edge of the blaze was near.

It'd been a few minutes since you heard anything from Midoriya though, and a few more since his coughing had sputtered out to nothing but harsh, shallow breaths just behind your ear. And when you asked that last question there was no response, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Midoriya?" You asked again, louder this time and your voice breaking from the sting of smoke in your throat.

".... I'm.... Awake....." Was the soft, weary answer and you swallowed, hard. He sounded awful, and hardly there really... It was probably a miracle he'd stayed on your back as long as he had.

"Good." You breathed, rounding another set of closely knit trees, the undergrowth getting sparser the further you moved, and the kindling for the fire lessening with it. "We're almost the edge of it, I'm certain this time- oh shit...!"

You hissed, struggling to slide to halt as the forest floor underfoot gave way to chopped up rock and pebbles out of nowhere, the trees thinning to near nothing in no time at all and the dark horizon ahead the only thing to be seen. The ground dropped off in a steep, sharp drop out of nowhere and it took everything you had to stumble to a stop before both you and Midoriya went over.

Oh come on, I ran us all the way to a cliff?!

This time you lost your footing entirely and there was no saving it, you tumbled over and Midoriya went with you, your body slamming into the sharp stones and driving the wind from you in the most agonizing way. You heard Midoriya let out a raspy yelp of pain and surprise as he hit the ground too, and you hated you'd let him fall, but at that exact moment you were much too wrapped up in your own pain and discomfort to really pay much attention to the other boy.

The minute your body smacked into the ground, all amount of willpower, control, stubbornness or whatever that had kept you in your Hellhound form was shattered, and your body shrunk back down into your human one far faster than you could even fathom. Your muscles and bones moved, locking themselves into their proper human places in seconds, rattling every inch of you and making the ache and pain about a million times worse.... You would not be surprised if some things had snapped or fractured here and there with how violently they shifted into different places.

You curled up on your side, teeth gritting and holding your breath against the waves of pain running rampant through every inch of your body. You hissed, forcing your joints to unlock again and your body to shift out of the ball you'd crumpled into- there was still a fire raging a few feet behind you, and you had Midoriya to worry about too... no time to lay there, you had to get back on your feet.

Though doing so was much harder than you could have anticipated, and when you got to your feet you felt your legs shaking terribly against your own weight. Midoriya was wincing, pulling himself up into a half-way sitting position and holding his head.

".... you alright, Midoriya..?" You panted, staggering slightly toward him and your hands reaching out toward the soot-covered boy, your own hero costume much more ashy-grey now than the color it was meant to be. He coughed, his hands falling from holding his head and glancing up at you wearily, nodding.

"... yeah, I think so..." He mumbled, "... are you okay, (L/N)-sama...?" He asked breathlessly, his eyes flashing when he saw how badly your hands were shaking as you reached out toward him, and how pale you were.

"Yep, don't worry about me-" You answered quickly, offering up a small smile to him and easily pulling him up and on to his feet. Your arm and shoulder moved underneath his, holding on to him with your hands to keep him steady. "-there we go. Now, to think of a way out of what mess I've gotten us into.... sorry, runnin' into a drop-off was not my intent." You murmured quickly, he shook his head a little.

"... it's okay..." He mumbled,

You lead him forward along with you, walking slowly as you both approached the drop that you'd done your best not to go over, and peered down at what awaited below.

You let out a small breath, smiling wearily to yourself.

"... you can swim, right Midoriya?" You asked, and he grimaced a bit.

"... yeah, but that's a pretty big drop, (L/N)-sama..." He stammered, and you nodded.

"Well, fire or water, gotta choose." You mumbled, "... and right now, I'm tapped out on bein' fireproof for awhile... and too long to keep us from getting roasted." He grimaced a bit more, his eyes flashing as he looked between you and the river settled at the bottom of the drop you both stood at the edge of.

"... will you be okay to swim, (L/N)-sama?" He asked after a moment, and you chuckled.

"I should be asking you that." You replied with ease, and he shook his head at you.

"You've been pushing yourself so hard for a really long time now, carrying me.... swimming will be really hard for you." He mumbled, "A-and we don't know how fast the current is, or how deep...."

"Well, we'll just have to keep an eye on each other as best we can, yeah?" You replied softly, "I'm sure if we stick together, we'll be okay... besides that river can't be runnin' that fast." He looked unsure still, and you smiled. "You trust me, yeah?" You asked next, and he blinked in surprise at the question.

"O-of course..!" He replied quickly, and you smiled a bit more, your hand holding to his side getting a little firmer.

"Great." You smiled, "Then trust me right now, and jump!"

You pulled him forward before he had any time to think about it, dragging the both of you over the edge and into a sudden freefall. Midoriya's free arm quickly grabbed to your shirt, hugging you a bit and looking both panicked, and a little flustered.

"L-(L/N)-sama...!!!" He gasped, but you only grinned, gravity pulling you both down and toward the serene blue of the river below.

"Guess you won't be able to avoid the smell of wet dog after all, huh Midoriya?!"

"I think that's the least of our worries, (L/N)-sama..!!"

The plunge under the water was cold and shocking, and drove the air   from both your lungs. It felt like being dropped inside of a blizzard in  Antarctica after running through the blaze of the forest for so long. Your hold on Midoriya loosened no matter how much you didn't want it   too, your shoulder moved from being underneath his. Your hand   instinctively reached out to find his own hand, and you did not intend to  let it go..... you couldn't imagine a more worse turn for the day than  losing track of him again, least of all in wherever the hell this river  went.

Still.... probably better here than in the forest- willing neither of you drowned.

You  kicked, moving up toward the glow of orange above the water that  indicated the surface, pulling Midoriya up with you as you both broke through the top, the current already pulling you downstream. You kept tight hold of his hand, linking the both of you together as you both kept afloat as best as you could manage, bobbing above the surface of the water and panting from the effort of it. The current was significantly faster than you had anticipated, and it was hard to stay above the top of it and stay together, harder still to avoid the rocks and other debris that had fallen into the water from age or the fire or both.

The longer you swam the worse your body hurt, and the more your lungs ached from the exercise- you could tell Midoriya was feeling it too, but neither of you could swim to shore or get out of the water until you were sure you'd been pulled beyond the reach of the blaze. And finally when it did, and the glow of flame and cover of smoke faded to near nothing, you stumbled out into the shallows with Midoriya leaning on your shoulder- and you both collapsed, panting and out of breath on your backs in the pebbles and sand.

"... I think.... we can stay here for a bit..... before heading off.... again...." You mumbled, puffing the words out between your labored breathing, and you saw him nod slightly from the corner of your eye. Silence settled for a few moments between you, broken only by the sound of the water moving by and the panting of both you and Midoriya.... eventually you smiled wearily, your eyes closed and breathing slowing down enough to let you talk.

".... So... any idea where we are? Or what direction camp is in?" You asked, and Midoriya sighed rather audibly.

"No, not really..."

"Ah, so we are still lost after all... hehe..." You hummed, ".... Figures..."

"... I think if we follow the river, it passes by not far from camp... we might be able to find it that way." Midoriya murmured, you nodded slightly.

"Worth a shot... and maybe if we're lucky, we might run into a search party or something..... gotta imagine Mr. Aizawa called in some sort of reinforcements once that fire got going...." You sighed,

"... yeah..."

"... how you feeling, Midoriya?" You asked quietly, your head turning to glance his way. He stiffened slightly, turning his head to look back at you. "You look like ya get hit pretty good on the head back there, and you were kinda out of it for awhile... and the tree probably hurt when it fell on you. Are you okay?"

He nodded slightly, his eyes flashing as he looked away from you rather shyly. ".... I'm okay, my head only hurts a little now, and my back is sore but not bad.... I'm sorry if I was dazed before, (L/N)-sama... the drop in the river seems to have helped clear my head a bit.... and it was hard to breathe for awhile there.... but... I apologize that you had to carry me so far..."

"... Ah, don't worry about it." You smiled, your head tilting back as you looked up at the stormy sky overhead. "I'm glad you're not hurt too bad, and that we both got out of that fire relatively well off.... you don't have to apologize for anything, I'm more than happy to help you." You mumbled softly, your eyes dropping closed again.

"..... thank you, (L/N)-sama.... I really appreciate it.... I just wish I could have been a bit less helpless..... you pushed yourself so hard just to help me......" Midoriya mumbled softly,

".... really Midoriya, it's okay...... I'm happy to do it..... plus this is what bein' a Pro is about, saving anyone I can........" You sighed, shrugging slightly, before pausing.

Wait...

"..... hey, I though I told you to start calling me by my first name, didn't I?" You hummed, cracking an eye open to glance his way. He'd sat up by now, and was sitting cross-legged on the shore beside you, and he blinked in surprise at the comment.

"O-oh, right..." He mumbled, looking away from you again and now a bit flustered at the mention. "Sorry, I forgot..." You smiled in amusement at him, but said nothing more about it.

"... well, probably oughtta start walking." You announced, pushing yourself up into a sitting position with a great deal more effort than should have been necessary... but honestly your whole body hurt, like really bad. You felt like you could scarcely move, but you pushed yourself to do so anyway.

Midoriya nodded slightly and got to his feet slowly, before extending a hand toward you in offer to you help up. And you accepted it gratefully, casting a smile up at him as your hands locked together.

"Thank you kindly~" You hummed cheerfully, and he smiled a bit in return, pulling you up and on to your feet.

The walk along the river was quiet, and slow, with the both of you shoulder to shoulder and following the winding and bending of the river downstream... and this time you hadn't the energy to try and keep up small talk, like earlier. You both kept on, sluggish almost, and walking carefully.... And you were the slow one of the two of you, given that your body felt torn in every place it possibly could be.

But you could also hear Midoriya's breaths, and they were still rough and scratchy from all the smoke he'd inhaled, and he surely wasn't moving as fast or as steadily either. He was still in his own sort of rough shape, and you grimaced a bit as you cast him a tired glance from the side.

... well, this whole Training thing went suuuuper awry, huh...?

Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier as you kept on, and you were having a harder time keeping them open and staying focused by the time you got within about two or three miles from where the camp was supposed to be. Your walking had slowed to something shy of a stumble, and Midoriya had moved closer to you, his hands hovering a bit and looking back and forth at you anxiously. Worried and concern getting clearer on his face by the minute, and especially at how much your posture seemed to be wilting the longer you were walking.

"... ah, (F/N)... are you alright...?" He asked, and you smiled at him, nodding a bit.

"Yeah, I'm just tired, don't worry about it." You hummed softly,

"M-maybe we should take a break.." He mumbled,

"Nah, we should be close to camp by now. I can make it." You assured,

"... but you look like you can barely stay on your feet-" He started, his green eyes glittering, but he got cut off.

"Midoriya! (L/N)!"

"Oh thank goodness, are you guys okay?!"

"You two got really lost, huh? Ribbit."

"Aizawa-Sensei, they're over here!"

Both you and Midoriya came to halt, looking ahead and catching sight of Ururaka, Asui and Iida making their way up to you from further ahead rather quickly. Sero was hanging back slightly with Koda at his shoulder, and several of your other classmates coming from further still... Mr. Aizawa and a few of what looked like Fireman at their heel, looking tense.

"You guys..." Midoriya breathed, relief washing over his face as he saw them coming.

"Heh, seems we got found after all.." You chuckled softly, your eyes dropping closed after catching a brief (and rather blurry) view of everyone. What little bit of tension had been settled for a long time now in your core from all the danger and running and whatever- it started to melt at the idea that neither of you were actually lost anymore, and you were about to be met by a band of familiar faces, safe for now.... though of course once that tension began to melt, so did your posture too, and your mind was slipping with it.

... crap.... I pushed it way too far...

"..... Ah....Mi...doriya......" You mumbled, his name hardly a whisper on your lips as your hand reflexively grabbed hold of his arm, but it did you little good. Your knees gave out on you near the instant you said his name, and you were already headed toward the ground before he'd even looked back at you, the weight of your hand on his arm there and gone in one moment and the next.

"(F/N)..?!" He stammered, his voice panicked and sort of far away, but you never saw his face, or heard much else after that. Your mind got swallowed up in a great black wave that had been lurking for the last hour or so of walking, and then you were completely out.

.:+:.

When next you pulled yourself out of the dark empty in your mind and woke up, you were lying in a bed, your body feeling like it weighed about a million tons and sore to no end, but little else. And what surprised you most was to find Midoriya sitting in a chair by your bedside, hands on the chair between his knees and head bowed, utterly quiet.... a little bruised and bandaged here and there, but he didn't look like the half-burned, half-drowned mess he had been last time you'd seen him. He'd gotten cleaned up, his injuries cared for, and changed into some new clothes- and judging from the morning light filtering in through the makeshift infirmary window, you'd been asleep for quite a bit.

You sat up stiffly, sitting cross-legged on top of the bed and letting out a long sigh as you did so-which managed to jolt Midoriya out of the halfway dozing he'd been doing. His head snapped up, eyes wide and glittering as he matched gazes with you, and you cast him an easy smile.

"Hey~" You hummed, "Looks like I passed out, huh? Guess that's what I get for holding my Hellhound form for so long, hehe~" You chuckled, almost offhandedly, and his shoulders tensed, looking a little pained for a second as Midoriya just held you in his gaze. You blinked, tilting your head at him and the pensive sort of stare. "Hmm? What's the face for?" You asked, and he looked down, his shoulders hunching a bit as he glared at the floor, before he quickly lowered his head and body in a bow toward you.

Ah...?

"I'm so sorry (L/N)-sama. You pushed your Quirk so far because of me, even though you were way passed your limit, and you could have been seriously hurt, or made yourself sick....!" He started quickly, his head still bowed and his voice hushed. "... and you kept going even though you weren't feeling well, and you were more concerned with looking after me, even though you were barely staying on your feet, and when you collapsed I couldn't even stop you from hitting the ground-"

"-Oh I don't remember passing out, or hitting the ground or anything, so don't worry about that bit-" You assured him quickly, but he was in the middle of a rant and didn't seem to have heard you at all. You smiled wearily at it,

"- and I am just so sorry that you had to work so hard to look after me, and I really wish I could have been more help to you, or not been such a burden the whole time- I.... I am so sorry for all of it, (L/N)-sama....! You did so much to help me when things got bad, and I couldn't do anything at all for you...!" He kept on, shaking his head at himself but still sticking with the bowing, and you sighed silently.

"Midoriya~!" You interrupted, loudly, your voice bright and cheerful and nearly sing-song, and this time it was enough to break him off. He looked up cautiously, a little confused when he saw you smiling at him still so easily, and he wasn't sure how you could be. "Dude seriously, you don't need to apologize, I'm just glad you got out alright. You being okay means more to me than passing out or pushing my limits a little far." You hummed, smiling still as your head tilted a bit, and his eyes flashed, his lips pulling into a tight line. "And honestly, I'm fine~! I was just exhausted, nothing a little sleep couldn't fix- I'm all better now, you see? So please stop freaking out, there's no need, hehe~"

His eyes dropped from you again, quiet for a moment and staring at his hands. You just kept smiling though, okay with the silence for now as he seemed to brood there.

".... (L/N)-sama...." Midoriya started after a moment, and you smirked.

"Call me (F/N)~!" You chirped, and he jumped before nodding quickly, still not looking at you.

"... (F/N).... you're a really kind person, you know." He murmured, "... and you're always so cheerful, even in bad situations..... I don't know how you do it.... or how you could risk so much just for me, and be totally calm even after it was so hard for you...." He mumbled softly, and you hummed, shaking your head a bit.

"It's quite easy~!" You chirped and this time he looked up, his head tilting. "The being bright and cheerful part is just who I am naturally, so there's no need for me to work at acting like that~! And the bit about working so hard to help you out? That one's easy too~!"

".... what do you mean...?" He mumbled, and you smiled, a bit softer this time as your eyes glittered.

"I'd do pretty much anything for you, and I'd push myself passed my limits a hundred times over all because of one very simple reason~!" You hummed, and he stiffened, looking a little stricken for a moment. "It's cause you're my favorite person, Midoriya~!"

"F...favorite person...?" He echoed, looking both unsure and flustered all at once, and you nodded in affirmation.

"Yep~! 100%, without a doubt, absolute, #1, Favorite Person~!" You repeated, leaning in toward him a little with your hands on your knees. He sucked in a sharp breath of air, his hands moving up to cover his mouth as his face flushed, and you chuckled at the reaction. "You've been my #1 for awhile now, you know~! Why do you think I've been so insistent on having you call me by my first name~?" You added lightly. At that, his face turned a deeper shade of red, and he hid his face in his hands, flustered as all hell now.

"... W-when you say Favorite Person... y-you don't mean..... like t-that sort of... favorite person... do you..?" He stammered out behind his hands,

"Sure do~!" You chirped, and the poor boy looked like he was gonna pass out, steam nearly coming out of his ears his face burning a brighter crimson.

".... o-oh... I see...!" He mumbled, fidgeting and twitching now in embarrassment. "I-I didn't realize.... I mean I like you too, (F/N).... of course I do.....! I-I just n-never thought... well I didn't want to a-assume anything..! A-and you're so friendly w-with everyone, I didn't k-know... I-i just figured we were f-friends, and that.... y-you know.... I-I'm not sure I've... well I've never r-really had anyone s-say something like that b-before... and...!" He leaned over, folding in on himself a bit and still hiding his face in his hands as his forehead met his knees. "... I.. I'm sorry... I d-don't know what I'm supposed to s-say..?? Is 'thank you' appropriate, o-or too formal....? I'm j-just not used to... a-anything like this, and I-I'm rambling... oh dear..." He sputtered off, and honestly the embarrassed rambling did nothing but make you smile more.

You pushed yourself off the bed, biting back at the ache that rose up at doing so, and settling your hands on your knees. You leaned over a bit toward the flushed boy, bringing yourself a little more level with him.

"Midoriya~" You hummed, and he slowly sat up straight again, peeking out from behind his hands and still flushed- only for him to freeze when he sat up all the way and realized your face was not but two inches from his own, and he went bright red all over again.

You smiled and leaned in, closing the distance between you two as you pressed your nose and forehead against his gently, and he shucked in a shuddering breath, his eyes glittering like mad and blushing up a storm- though he certainly didn't pull away.

"Saying 'I like you too' was more than enough~!" You hummed brightly, smiling pleasantly at the stunned looking boy in front of your face, your breath washing up against his cheeks, your foreheads still pressed together. You were beaming now, and he could imagine were you in your Hellhound form just then, your tail would have been wagging like there was no tomorrow.

"So, my #1 Favorite Person- can I call you by your first name now too~?"

.:+:.

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werewolf blurb? 🥺

oH YES MA’AM HERE YOU GO! 

A sick Harry, was an obnoxious Harry, YN learned.

You’d think a werewolf would be much stronger when they’re ill, considering they turn into what could possibly thousands of pounds of wolf when they want to, but it’s apparent that they are big babies. Or at least Harry is a big baby -- when Niall came over snuffy he only requested a tissue box and a horror movie marathon -- so when she’d gotten a call from Mitch saying that Harry was in route with something of a fever (and he wanted to be with her) she’d expected the same. Prepped a box of Puff’s Plus, turned on Netflix for a romantic comedy, and moved the coffee table to make a soft pallet on the floor of pillows and thick blankets thinking that the Alpha of the pack would pretend to be well enough to stay awake (but this gave him a chance to just close his eyes). 

Instead, there’s a soft knock on the door and when she opens it, Harry is practically throwing his body weight against her and immediately whining, “I do not feel well, Puppy,” he sniffles, “Please rub behind my ears.” 

He had laid his head against her breast and found comfort in leaning fully against her as she slinked her fingers through his hair, carding it out of his face and rubbing carefully behind his ear. Thought that maybe that would be it, just him resting with her and fading in and out of movies. 

But then he woke up complaining about a grumbly tummy, so she got up to make him vegetable soup and cut up the soft pieces of French bread she had for him. When she brought it to him she imagined he would sit up and feed himself, and he did sit up, but then he looked at her like a hurt puppy and said with the scratchiest voice, “Would you feed it to me, Pet? I would myself but I’m just so cold I do not want to untuck my hands from the covers.” 

And she did it because he just looked so soft and sleepy and ill how could she tell that pouty little face no? So she took spoonfuls of it for him, slipping it into his mouth and dipping the bread in the broth and having him bite from it. He was such a careful, gentle either, and beckoned a kiss afterward because “I’ve gained the best mate to have ever walked this earth.” 

She hadn’t minded that -- thought it was kind of cute, even, and was happy that she could finally take care of him in the way he always cares for her. Plus, two or three days of cozying up with a snuggly, sick Harry who had nothing to do but squeeze his arms around Y/N and murmur how much love he has for her in his heart? What more could she ask for really? 

But on the fourth day, when he was still snotty, and whining, complaining about the taste of the medicine and waking her up when she’d finally drifted to sleep asking her where it was again she left her lavender bubble bath (which really just meant that he wanted her to run the bath for him) -- she was a little over it. Not too terribly. . .this is the man that dotes on her hand and foot when she barely stumbles over her feet. . .but if he kept flopping about restlessly on their pallet at 3AM when she’s finally able to drift off to sleep, she was going to whack him with a rolled magazine. 

He was a cryer too! Which was oddly endearing but felt like subtly conniving, because anytime she reacted a slight bit grumpy while she combed her fingers through his hair, his eyes would water. A pooling of tears at his waterline, slipping his bottom lip from his mouth, and murmuring, “You are too wonderful. I do not deserve such a gracious mate as you in my life,” before he maneuvered them so that he cradled her to his chest and snuggled her tight to his body, “I love you more than the moon.” And while his words ring true, she can sense he is sensing when she’s getting tired of rubbing on him. 

“You’re the whiniest little pup,” she would tell him, but would still trail her fingers along the skin of his arm wrapped around her waist, “Lucky that I have a soft spot for dogs.” In return, Harry would snuffle, snuggle into her throat, and repeat his love for her.

Grandpa, as if having been recruited, had not removed himself from the pallet of blankets. He had glued himself to Harry’s side -- if Harry moved, he moved, and with every shiver that would wrack through Harry’s body despite the millions of covers he lie beneath, Grandpa made himself a radiating heat at his side. Y/N had to say bye to her midnight Gramps cuddles because Harry had turned to top priority and the Canis have to stick together in some regard. 

So she’d been pushed off to the side by her own dog, had a whiny werewolf clung to her side who whimpered if she dared try to leave him alone, and had begun a weird little habit of gnawing at the collar of her shirt in the middle of his sleep. She hadn’t understood what it had been at first having just been woken up, thinking that Grandpa had reverted to his puppy-like propensity when he would suckle at her blankets, but Grandpa was snoring at Harry’s feet peacefully. Then, when she began to crane her neck to look at the boy pressed behind her, there was a soft little grumbly growl and the arm around her waist wrapped tighter and Y/N realized through her mind clouded with a sleepy fog, that it was Harry. 

She patted around for her phone, seeing that it was barely six in the morning and swiping her phone open so she could go to Niall’s contact. 

So, what does it mean when he chews at my shirt? 

Niall almost immediately answers. 

Loves and finds comfort in you. very pup move the lil ones do it to me all the time. 

Almost as if on cue, he rumbles to life in a purr and Y/N finds herself relaxing against him despite his weird gesture, sliding her hand over his own and giving a soft squeeze. Something about this rouses Harry from his slumber and very slightly does she feel him remove himself from her shirt. His lips move to her throat, pushing an opened mouth kiss to the tender skin. “G’morning Darling,” he rasped, “I hope I did not wake you.” 

“You didn’t,” she murmurs, “I promise.” 

It’s on the seventh day when Y/N comes home from work to find a two-ton wolf in her living room with Grandpa tucked against his tummy, that Harry is beginning to feel better. Or at least says Niall, who is following close behind with about ten buttercream cookies in his hands. The sound of the door shutting with a click awakens him and Grandpa both, who raise their heads and face the door, “Oh God,” she murmurs, seeing how large he appears in her small living room, “What’s this?” 

“Someone’s feeling better,” Niall says through a mouthful, swiping a crumb from the corner of his mouth, pulling apart a piece of the cookie and hand feeding it to Grandpa who had come to greet them. Harry lies his head back down against the back of his paws and huffs through his nose, grumbling as Y/N comes to pet his head, “Oi! Don’t be rude.” Niall exclaims and Y/N looks over to him with her brows furrowed. She often forgets they can communicate with one another even when one is in their wolf form. Niall sets the cookies down on the coffee table that had been long forgotten since Harry had come over, “You’re just mad ‘cos you’ve got to go back.” 

“Can you explain what’s going on?” Y/N finally asks and Niall sticks his tongue out at a grumbly growl Harry gives. 

“He feels better now but he doesn’t want to because he likes being here and havin’ you spoil him, so now he’s hiding in his wolf form so you don’t know,” Niall tells her and when Y/N looks over to the wolfish Harry, he tucks his head down and hides it with his paw, “Well, she was g’na find out anyhow!” 

She feels equal parts gracious that he feels better and she would no longer have to take on the role of a den mother to help him feel better and a little sad that this bubble of them would come to a small pop. As much as she disliked being interrupted from her studies or having to toss snotty tissues in the trash, she enjoyed his company immensely, and she knows that the warmth of his body tucked against her own while watching countless romantic comedies will be something she has to wait again for. A hundred percent, unadulterated access to Harry had been incredibly nice and the ever-present worry in his brow had been alleviated. Hell, she would even miss the weird collar chewing. 

So she pushes a kiss to his head and pats at him, “Why don’t you change back and you can have one more night of shameless doting,” she offers him, “How does that sound?” 

Harry nudges his head up against her but she does see his eyes flick over to Niall’s. 

She grins, “I’ll even kick Niall out.” 

“Hey!” 

[avintagekiss24]

Doodles and Diamonds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black reader (high school!au)

Rating: teen

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 1858

Summary: Calculus sucks. If it wasn’t for your habit of doodling, you’d never make it through class. Apparently, your drawings help someone else stay awake as well.

A/N: I told y’all I have a problem! Challenges are my weakness. This was written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme 10 marvelous things I hate about you challenge that I found yesterday. The prompt is in bold. Here’s some high school fluff to balance out all of the porn I’ve been posting lately, lol. (the title is referring to a baseball diamond, just fyi)(i’m terrible at coming up with titles).

Calculus is the worst class of the day. It’s right after lunch, so you’re usually stuffed to the gills with french fries and orange soda. You never bring your calculus book with you, so you have to walk clear across the school to get to your car to grab it, so by the time you make it back to the classroom, you’re hot, sweaty, and out of breath. Plus, it’s calculus, so in it’s own right, it’s just terrible. But, day after day, month after month, you stuff yourself stupid with french fries, you run to your car and back, and curse yourself when you finally collapse into your chair from sheer exhaustion. 

The only thing that keeps you awake in calculus is your doodling. You prop your sketchpad in between the pages of your calculus book and fill the pages with everything you can imagine. Puppies, dragons, witches, your teacher turning as a frog- doesn’t matter the subject. You think it, it gets doodled.

Something weird happened a couple of weeks ago though. When making your daily trek to your car, you noticed a sticky note on the drivers window. You peeled it off, your face screwed up in confusion as you read over the chicken scratch.

Can you draw lion eating an ice cream cone?

You looked around but saw no one paying you the least bit of attention. You didn’t recognize the handwriting, which, to be honest, you wouldn’t recognize your own mother’s handwriting if your life depended on it. You shoved the note into your pocket, grabbed your book, and ran your ass to the classroom. You glanced around as the room filled with students, trying to find the doodle requestor, but no one even looked in your direction. Class started a few minutes later, and to keep from falling asleep, you drew a lion eating an ice cream cone. 

Every day after that, a new post it note appeared on your car, asking for some stupid little drawing. A cat playing the flute, Captain America punching a baby, a happy little dinosaur flying a kite during a storm; the requests were endless. But, everyday, you obliged your secret doodle admirer. You drew exactly what they asked for, ripped it out of your book, folded it up all nice, and left it in the seat of your chair. 

Why not just wait and see who picks up the prized drawing, some would ask? And risk being late to art class? The class that just happens to be your favorite, have your favorite teacher, and you share with your bff since third grade? You think not. Finding out who the doodle master is, is really not all that important. Plus, you kinda like the mystery of all anyway. 

Today is like all the others. You finish off your french fries, tossing the paper basket into the trash before you head for the parking lot. Your face is buried in your phone, your fingers tapping away at the screen as you approach your 1965 fire engine red Ford Mustang (a present from your dad, who lives clear across the country and has never been there for you and is trying to make up for it with money- you’re not complaining.) You pick your head up, just in time to see one Bucky Barnes standing at your drivers door. 

You stop, squinting as the wind blows your out of control, curly, frizzy hair in your face. His head is down, his expensive sunglasses propped up on the top of his head, pushing his hair back. You can’t really tell what he’s doing as you approach from the passenger side, but the likes of jock, douche-bag Bucky Barnes being next to your pride and joy, makes you uneasy.

“Umm, what are you doing?” You finally huff as you reach the passenger side door. 

He snaps his head up to you, his blue eyes wide as he shoves his hands into his back pockets, “Uh, you know, just um, admiring your car. It’s in fantastic shape.”

You nod slowly as you purse your lips, glancing around the parking lot, “Uh huh.”

You open the door and dump your bag into the front seat before grabbing your calculus book and your sketchpad. You slam the door shut and pop back up to find Bucky still standing there, his eyes still wide, his hands still in his back pockets. You fold your arms and rest them on the hood as you blink back at him, a smirk on your face as you lift your eyebrows.

He clears his throat and laughs nervously, “Did you um, restore it yourself?”

“Nope.”

He nods, sucking his teeth, “So, you bought it like this, huh?”

“Obviously.” You answer, your voice dripping with annoyance. 

He chuckles again as his nerves get the best of him, “Not a big talker, huh?”

You shrug, “Depends on the topic. My fenders don’t really whip me into a verbal frenzy.”

“Right.” He starts, backing away from the car, “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll uh, I’ll see you, um, in a few minutes, in calculus, I guess.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the whole conversation. The two of you have been in the same classes since second grade, and these are the most words the two of you have ever exchanged. You squint at him as he walks off, a small piece of yellow something grabbing your attention from his back pocket. You lean down to peer through the window to the drivers side, noticing that your usual sticky note isn’t pressed to the window today. 

You move around to the drivers side, checking the door and then the ground, but there’s... nothing. You snap your head back toward the brunette as he crosses the parking lot, that yellow something still sticking out of his pocket as he moves. Your mouth drops open. Holy shit!��

You take off in a sprint, your black converses slapping against the pavement as you advance on him. When you finally reach him, you snag the folded up sticky note from his pocket and nearly double over from the fire that is now your lungs. You should really participate in gym a little more often. He turns, throwing up his hand at you as you try and catch your breath, your hands on your knees.

“What the fu-” He starts, his words halting as soon as he notices the sticky note in your hand, “Gimme that.”

You stand up straight, lifting your arm up into the air as you whip around so that you’re facing the opposite direction. He pulls at your arm and swipes at your hand as you turn sharply left and right, moving your arms up and down and side to side to keep it out of his reach. You bend over and stretch out your arms, using your ass and hips to keep him at bay as you unfold the three by three piece of yellow paper.

“Can you draw a giraffe driving a fire truck?” You read out loud, laughing  as he swipes at your hands again, “Oh my god.”

He curses lightly underneath his breath and finally drops his hands to his sides, “Fine. Fine. You caught me.”

You stand up straight again and turn to face him, “I would have never guessed in a million years that it was you.”

“Why not?”

You scoff, widening your eyes at him, “Golden boy, all star shortstop Bucky Barnes, who hasn’t said two words to me in ten years, is leaving weird requests for me to draw on my car? The Bucky Barnes?”

He shrugs, “I like em, your drawings. You’re really good.” You scoff, rolling your eyes toward the sky, “I mean it! You are.”

You shake your head, unable to wipe the smile from your face, “Thanks. That’s, that’s really nice of you to say.”

“You’re welcome.” He says proudly, “You know, conversations work both ways. You haven’t said anything to me in ten years either.”

“Second grade, actually.” You agree, “You broke my purple crayon.” He throws his head back and laughs loudly, the sound of it making you smile in return. You made Bucky Barnes laugh. Pride swells in your chest.

“Holy shit, you still remember that?”

“Of course, I do!” You screech, “I loved that crayon! Purple is my favorite color. I’m still mad you about it, honestly.”

He throws his hands up, still chuckling, “I’ll buy you a new one. Okay? Will that squash it finally?”

You close your left eye and hum as you tilt your face toward the sky, pretending to think it over, “I dunno, man. That was a special purple crayon.”

“I’ll buy you a whole pack of crayons.” He smiles widely, “I’ll get you that sixty four pack, baby. You’ll be the talk of the town with that thing.”

You cover you face with your hands and laugh, “Oh, god.”

“Everybody will be so jealous of you. It’ll be so fetch.” He exaggerates, holding out his palms toward you as he stains his voice to reach a higher pitch. 

“You’ve clearly lost your mind.” You laugh.

“Hey, I’m just glad our ten year stalemate is over. I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted.”

The two of you share another laugh before it dissolves into silence. He still smiles at you, causing another large grin to break onto your face. You drop your head under his gaze, giggling stupidly as you tuck some hair behind your ear. Are you flirting right now? Is that what’s happening? What in fresh hell?

“So um, you should come to one of my games some time. Like, Friday night, maybe.” He says after a minute, nodding slowly. 

You click your tongue and nod with him, not really sure what to do or say, “I don’t know. I don’t know much about baseball.”

“That’s okay.” He shrugs, “We can get some pizza or something afterward. Or, french fries, since that’s all you eat.” 

You snap your eyes back to him. He wouldn’t know that unless he’s been watching you. Why is Bucky Barnes watching you? What is happening? This is definitely taking a turn that you did not expect.

“I mean,” He shrugs, shaking his head, “You don’t have to, I was just, I just, you know, it’d be cool or whatever, since we’re, you know, talking, or, whatever.”

“Um, yeah, okay. Yeah. That, that’d be, that could be cool.” You answer, nodding your head faster as you fumble over your words. 

Bucky smiles, running his hands through his hair, “Ok, cool. Cool. I guess, I'll see you Friday.”

“Well, aren’t you coming to class?” You ask, pointing your thumb toward the building behind you.

“Oh shit,” He laughs, “Yeah.”

He shoves his hands in his back pockets as the two of you start a slow stroll to your calculus class. You both end up being late and take a tongue lashing from Ms. Fertman as you take your seats. You scoot down in your chair, crack open your calculus book, and draw a giraffe driving a fire truck.

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Living on - Steve Rogers x Reader - Part 2

Avengers: Endgame SPOILERS BELOW read at your own risk

Title: Living on

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Avengers: Endgame spoilers

Summary: After losing your husband and father of your child, Tony, in the big fight against the mad titan Thanos you feel incredibly lost. Thankfully you have your friends by your side all the time, Steve Rogers more than anybody else cating to your every need and doing his best to help you be happy again. If only you could see him as a friend. After lots of time Steve himself admits to having feelings for you and how he is willing to wait for you. The real question is, are you ready to move on from Tony?

Read Part 1 here!

“He loves you.”

Did the words shock you? Perhaps not as much as they should. Did Tony saying those words shock you? You had no idea in all honesty.

“He loves you. He loves you so incredibly much, more than words can say. He always has. You may ask, how do I know this? Ah long story but baby I'm Tony Stark and above all... a man madly in love with you. Takes one to know one. That's not really the point here.” he shifted in his place, his eyes back on you “Does he love you more than me? Hm definitely not. I'm Tony Stark and I'm Iron Man.” he shrugged with a small scoff and a smile on his lips “But does he love you enough to make you smile and sing and dance and be purely happy for the rest of your life? Definitely yes.”

You didn't know if you should be relieved or feel another weight rest on your chest. For how long had he really known? For how long had he had to deal with the doubt of you leaving him? You knew you always subconsciously tried to fight whatever part of your heart that loved Steve and focus only on Tony – which wasn't really that hard because of how much you loved the latter – but you always tried not to let him notice and somehow you had apparently failed. For how long had you unwillingly hurt him you didn't know and even more didn't want to know. What you wanted to know, though, was why he didn't look in any pain. He didn't look like a man that was broken he'd lose the woman he loved to another man. More like one that had accepted his fate and that made things only worse for you and your heart.

It only made you wonder how many times had he gone through something like this. Ready to let you go to Steve only to find out he still had you and probably fear when the moment would really come.

“Thing is, Steve is good. Steve is, well, a total sweetheart and the absolute dream boyfriend. He's also got a good ass, that's one of your things isn't it? Of course it is.” that one did earn a small laugh from you, even if it choked on a sob “You wouldn't be with me if you didn't have a thing for that. Granted, you've always also had good taste but this is not about me now.”

“Uh my point is, he cares about you. He cares enough to do anything in his power to make you happy. I mean, we didn't see to eye on so many things but if there is one thing that we could agree on it's you. 100%. It's you, you being happy. We'd both do anything to make sure of it.” he took a small breath “Do I feel good knowing he'll be there for you and not me? Probably more than I expected. Jealous? Oh you bet your beautiful ass. But it's something I'm used to. He's always been part of your life, just like me, in a different yet very similar way. And if there's one I know that will do this, one that I trust to do this, it's him. Don't tell him that, not yet, just let him be a bit bitter about what happened.”

“I don't want you to feel guilty either. I know that you love me. It's kind of like... an intuition? I didn't use to believe in those but after everything that's happened, I cannot ignore it. Frankly, I need it too.” he sighed, rubbing his eyes for a second “And it feels good. Because you've always done your best to show me how much you love me even if a small part of your heart always kind of belonged to him. You've stood by my side through thick and thin, even when I was the biggest pain in the ass. You made me feel more loved than I had ever dreamed off, how can I be mad about that? And now... life goes on. That's how they say, isn't it?”

“I was thinking-” he cleared his throat “I was thinking- What was it? Oh yeah Steve and you. I think I've always had a feeling about it. Did it bother me? Not as much as it should. Plus, the sex was always better afterwards.” he shrugged but it was tired and you could practically see the energy slowly but surely leaving his body as it showed on his smirk “Guess that's why I was always a bit too competitive with him. I didn't hate him, no, by no means. And we didn't argue because of you so don't- don't blame yourself for that. It's just that he and I didn't agree on many things. I mean, yes, we did agree on loving you and for that I could never hate him. I think despite all of it, there was a deeper understanding. He couldn't control his heart and neither can you. And that's why I can't stay mad at you either. For what you may ask. Well, it's simple...”

“For moving on with him.” he looked you straight in the eyes “You want it. You will want it. Either way, the way I see it, Steve is your future. And I know he'll want it too... Do I want it? Yes and no. If by some miracle, which I doubt will come, I make it, I'd give everything to be with you again. But that's not the case, I'm not making it out of here and as much as it kills me to know it, I'm also a bit relieved to know you'll have him there. Or at least hope you do.”

He hoped you could be with another man? How could he hope such a thing? How could he even care only about your happiness even during his final moments? Or even at least the moments he thought would be his last. It made the pain twist your heart painfully inside your chest even more. Despite the differences he had with Steve he was willing to let it all go for your sake. You knew he had long ago forgotten the man for the secrets he'd kept from him just for your sake. He could always see how much it was tearing you apart on the inside so after the fight with the Captain, he never once mentioned it to you because he hated having to make you pick a side.

“What am I trying to say? Well it's simple.” he sighed softly, smiling lovingly “I want you to keep living on without me. You can do it, I know you can. And I want you to enjoy this, I want you to live this. To live your life with him and oh it's going to be a wonderful life. I am calm knowing that he's going to be there for you, to give you what your heart had always desired and that only he could-”

You couldn't do it. Not because you were listening to Tony say something like this but because during his last hours he could be thinking about something like this. How long had he even known? There were far too many questions that couldn't be answered, especially not just a couple hours before-

With a shaky breath you stopped the message, making the hologram disappear. Fighting the tears from your eyes seemed like the hardest task possible at the moment. You thought you had cried to the point you were completely dry when you first lost him but apparently there was still so much more left in you. Only that this time, and after all these years, it felt like with the tears came a sudden need that you couldn't deny or fight. You wanted to hate yourself but when Tony didn't, why should you? You needed Steve to hold you right now so bad, just like had done from the first moment. Thinking back to it, you could almost feel it too.

“Feels like today was never gonna to end.” you muttered, letting out a shaky breath as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Better days will come. You'll see that.” Steve's voice was reassuring and as expected when you looked up, you saw his eyes were already on you “But that will unfortunately take time and you have to be strong for your daughter. But I'm not worried about that.” the smile was soft on his lips as he turned towards the sink and spoke in a low voice, the way someone would utter a secret or a confession “I always knew you were the strongest Avenger.”

As hard as it was to believe at that moment, the corners of your lips lifted into a smile and your heart managed to feel just a bit lighter “Just don't tell Thor this. It's going to break his poor heart.” your teasing words earned a soft chuckle from him that felt so intoxicating and even more like a true breath of fresh air that you had not managed to take in over 24 hours. But sadly, it took only second for your smile to fall.

“Besides... I think we all know who the strongest Avenger really was. There's no point in-” you choked in your words when you thought about your dead husband. Steve paused mid-movement and looked at you full of worry, eyebrows furrowed deeply.

You noticed, of course, but shook your head to reassure him and mostly to shake off some of the pain “I'm fine. I'm fine.” you cleared your throat but he didn't seem convinced in the least bit “I'm actually starting to thing it's you Rogers that's going through a rough time. And I mean probably worse than mine.”

“Why do you say that?” he looked at you over his shoulder, concerned look ever present.

“Because the Steve I know would take out his problems on a punching bag and not in a kitchen washing dishes after having spent his time cooking dinner for about three hours.”

“Why? Didn't you like it? I thought Morgan enjoyed-”

“It was excellent and I'm sure she's going to be giving you puppy eyes very soon to cook it again but-” you raised a finger, moving to stand beside him and have a better look at him “That's not the point Steve. Cooking, letting Morgan play with the new shield and even joining in when she asks you to, cleaning the table, wash the dishes, trying to-”

“I just thought that since I had nothing better to do that I'd do something nice for you and her. I'm ure you ave so much on your mind, wouldn't be bad to take one worry off your shoulders.” he said in a soft voice, wiping his hands with a towel “I believed that you could probably use some-”

“Help?” you questioned, eyebrow raised and face stern although always loving because how could you ever stop caring for this man? Your heart would always beat for Tony, sure, but it would always beat for Steve as well whether you could admit it or not. “Do I look like I need any help with that Steve? I'm handling it just fine. Why shouldn't I be? Because I lost my husband no more than 24 hours ago? Because he got the ending he always thought he would but never wished for? The ending I tried so hard for over so many years to convince him he wouldn't have? Because I'm left with a little girl all alone and have to show life moves on and so should we? Because I'll have to hide my tears when she asks about her father or when I see her play with his things? Because Tony Stark is gone and there is nothing I or anybody else can ever do to bring him back? Because I am alive and he's not? Because he'd somehow-”

“No” he said breathlessly, eyes wide “No. No no. (Y/n). (Y/n)!” he tried to reach out to you, his hands took hold of your shoulders and gave a shake “(Y/n), listen to me. Hear me out here. Calm down- Calm down!... Please. Please, you're gonna wake up Morgan, (Y/n).” the mention of your daughter's name managed to make the words stop pouring from your lips. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let the tears roll down your cheeks and Steve to pull your shaking body closer to his.

After all the crying you'd done one would think this would end faster but it really didn't seem to want to end, not until realization dawned on you. Placing your hands softly on Steve's chest you gave him a small push and pulled completely away from him. Not meeting his eyes and while wiping out your tears you finally whispered in a hoarse voice “You shouldn't be here Steve.”

“What?” the gasp was very much audible in his voice “(Y/n)...” he tried to reach out for you again but you took a step back, wrapping your arms around your middle and he only let his hand drop, an exhale leaving “You can tell me anything you want, but that is not going to change my opinion. I am here and I will stay here for as long as I can. You may think you're all alone with Morgan after Tony left but you have friends, (Y/n), you have me.You do need your friends by your side and you do need their help, there's nothing wrong with that. Because it's not out of weakness.”

“Is that why you're here then?” you whispered, finally looking up to meet his eyes “Is that why you're doing all this too? Because you're a friend?” you were sure he could as well understand all the things you wanted to say with the last question, all the things you didn't dare voice out loud especially now that your husband had just died. The guilt was eating you up on the inside already as it was but if you did say it, if you admitted to not seeing Steve as only a friend, then you didn't know what would happen.

“Because we're family.” he breathed out “Because I care about you. Because I know how well you can hold your own but also because you need a shoulder to lean on, we all do. Because I can't bear the thought of leaving you alone during a moment like this. That's why I'm here. We've always been and it was Natasha who made me realize this. I've left you and let you down far too many times, I don't plan on doing it again. Especially this time. If I did something like that again, I would never forgive myself for it. And if you fear that someone could... think I have other reasons then-” he shrugged, placing the towel back on its place “It's their fault. I could never take advantage of you or the situation like this. You of all people know it. But if, for whatever reason, you doubt it then I could always-”

“No” the word left your lips so fast that it surprised you more than him. When you looked down you realized you had reached out for him, taking hold of his arm. You slowly let your hand fall as your head lowered “I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's just-” you stopped yourself and he tilted his head to the side, eyes filled with worry until you looked back up at him “You could've stayed. Today, when you returned the stones, Steve. You could have stayed... back then. With her. But you didn't and I just- Why?”

“Her? You mean... Peggy?” he asked reluctantly before you gave him a weak nod. He held your gaze for a couple secondsbefore he smiled a bit sadly, shaking his head as he glanced down “I could have, yes. I could stayed there after I'd put the stones in their right place. Maybe until I had a long life and cam back when the time was right. I could have had the life I didn't get with Peggy, a marriage and kids probably and nothing bad was going to happen here because we still would've won.” he nodded his head and you kept yours still hanging low, not ready to show him or even dare admit to yourself how much the prospect of him staying with Peggy hurt you and even more made the jealousy burn deep within your heart “But-” and the kind of hope that word gave you, the way it made your heart rate pick up only added onto the guilt “Once I saw her, I realized I couldn't do it. I mean, I never really felt like I could but when you have the opportunity to yu kind of give it a second thought, don't you? Well, I did and it just didn't feel right. Being with her didn't. None of it did and in the end... I realized Tony was right.”

“T-Tony?” you whispered your husband's name with a frown.

Steve hummed, nodding his head “Well, for one, he always told me I need to get a life. Plus, we uh had a talk before we went to search for the stones and thinking back to his words... he really was right and I think I'm going to listen to his advice once more.”

“His advice?” you said shakily “Does that have anything to do with the new shield?”

“Probably something like his last wish, you could say. And uh it sort of has to do with the shield.” he smiled a bit “You saw Morgan play with it huh? Granted, she wouldn't let go, of that and her father's helmet, so we might have a new little Avenger there. But uh yeah, some of it has to do with the shield too. Or basically the title itself. I'm... I'm thinking of passing it all down, to Sam of course, at some point. Soon I hope. Giving up the fight. I mean, my fight and my war is already over so... yeah.”

“A-and after that you'll do... what? Go where?” the thought of losing him scared you to the bone.

“Well, going home would seem like a good option. That is... if home is willing to take me.” there was a level of uncertainty and even fear in his voice, but without him needing to say anything else you could already understand all the words that he still held back and felt an odd sense of peace.

“I'm sure it is.”

Opening your eyes, which you had not even realized you closed, you felt the tear roll down your cheeks yet a strange feeling set in your heart. One that you knew very well but had almost forgotten all this time. One that you wanted to feel again. 

Before you could regret it or change your mind, you reached for your phone and made the call.